Dead on arrival (FOB/Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

Four

The world around me was spinning into focus as my vision slowly cleared up from the effects of the tranquility. The bright lights of the room were burning brightly over me, and I found myself tied to a chair next to Patrick, who was sitting unconsciously next to me. His head was hanging limply and his breathing was steady. I looked around, confused as to where we were. From the looks of it, the room seemed to be an old abandoned warehouse that no one had used in several years. Suddenly, a beam of light emerged from from a door that had just been opened. I looked in the direction of the doorway to find a girl walking toward us with a smirk on her face. The same person who'd done this to us...

"Nice to see you're awake." She said. I glared at her, anger, confusion, and fear taking over.

"Who are you? What do you want from us?!" I shouted, my voice echoing loudly through the room. The women had no response. She continued walking over to me and Patrick, who was still unconscious. She still had that smirk on her face as she picked up a gun and walked over to Patrick.

"What are you doing?! Get away fro-"

"Shut up! Or I'll shoot him!" She shouted pointing the gun to Patrick, who was beginning to regain consciousness.

"Leave him alone!" I screamed again.

"I said, shut up!" The woman shouted, smacking me in the back of the head with the gun. I screamed in pain as the girl took Patrick by the arm. She dragged him away, taking him to another room. His ankles were tied together and his wrists were taped tightly behind his back. I could tell he was still trying to regain his consciousness, and comprehend where he was. I noticed he was looking around with a dazed and confused look on his face. He fell to his knees, unable to walk with his ankles tied together. Tears threatened my eyes as I watched the girl drag him away forcefully by the back of his shirt. What was she planning to do to him?

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Patrick's Point of view:

I woke up to an unbearable pain in my wrists and ankles. My vision was beyond blurry, and I wasn't able to see clearly. In the seconds of becoming conscious again, I felt myself being lifted forcefully by the back of my neck. I attempted to move my feet, but soon realized I wasn't able to walk, being that my ankles had been bound together, and my wrists were taped behind me. I fell to my knees hitting the cold, hard ground, my stomach catching my fall. In the corner of my eye, I could see Annie sitting in a chair, her ankles and wrists were bound together as well. She was crying, and her head was bleeding. She watched in fear as the girl grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dragged me to another room.