Dead on arrival (FOB/Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

Six

Annie's point of view:

My vision was blurry to an uncomfortable extent. The room was spinning wildly again, and my head was pounding with excruciating pain. I could feel a bump starting to form on the back of my head from where Maddy had hit me, causing my chair to fall. I was helpless just laying on the floor, unable to move. Looking up, I saw Patrick watching me with tears in his eyes. He was repeatedly calling my name, trying to get to me and help me off the floor. I felt a sudden sharp pain in my wrist, and screamed in agony through the tape, letting a stream of tears escape my eyes.

Maddy strolled dramatically into the room. She knelt down to the floor, and stared at me with a smirk. She chuckled at me with amusement.  She put a hand on my face, and ripped the tape off my mouth. I winced in pain, and let another tear fall from my eye, as I gasped for air. She chuckled again, forcing me to my feet. She picked the chair back up, and threw me into the seat. I gave her a pleading look, and frantically shook my head.

"Why are you doing this?! I haven't done anything to you! I don't even know you!" I screamed between sobs as tears streamed steadily down my face like a waterfall. She paced around Patrick's chair.

"You don't know what you're saying." She growled, stroking Patrick's face, lifting his chin with her finger.

"Care to explain?" I asked.

"Of course... The summer of 2001... The same year Fall Out Boy became a band. I was one of the last people to audition for the drummer. Patrick told me I was the best drummer they had heard all day. Little did I know that it would be taken from me in a matter of minutes. I had just shown Patrick my solo for one of their upcoming gigs. I had a feeling something or someone was going to take this opportunity, and when I ended my solo... I found Andy Hurley standing in the doorway of the room.... I bet you couldn't guess what happened next... He became the new drummer! Crushed my dream in seconds! Ever since that day, I promised myself that I would get my revenge on Patrick!" She explained, curling her hand into a tight fist, swinging quickly across Patrick's face. He screamed in pain, as the impact of the hit, echoed loudly throughout the room. I cried in fear and looked at Patrick. His face was already bruised and bleeding. She smirked maniacally and walked over to me.

"And I'm just getting started... This is only the beginning of your worst nightmare." She smirked, leaving the room, taking a roll of duct tape, and a syringe with her.

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Andy's point of view:

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That night, I was in the studio with Pete and Joe. Patrick was way late and it seemed weird, considering he was always on time. We had been trying to get a hold of him all day by calling and texting, but he wasn't returning the calls or replying to the messages.

"Anything back from Patrick?" I asked, turning to Pete who was half asleep. It was late, and we were all exhausted.

"Nope, nothing." Pete replied, dropping his head back in exhaustion. I picked up my car keys, and turned to Joe and Pete. I walked towards the door and opened it a crack before Joe stopped me.

"Hey, where are you going?" Joe asked.

"To find Patrick, I'm worried guys!" I answered, standing in the door way.

"And you don't think we are? Andy, it's 11:30 at night, we're all exhausted and we've been looking for him all day. Where else could he be, that he hasn't been replying to our calls or messages! I'm just as worried as you are, but I'm almost tempted to call the police at this point. What if he's been kidnapped or killed!" Joe said, now standing up from his seat. I froze in fear, comprehending everything Joe had just said. The scary part about this was that he was probably right. Joe and Pete stood up and followed me to the door. I said nothing more, and left the studio with Joe and Pete trailing behind me. Along the way, Pete suddenly stopped in his tracks in the middle of the parking lot. He looked at us with fear in his eyes.

"Guys, did you hear that? It sounds like someone's behind us." He whispered. Joe and I stopped in our tracks as well, listening for the sound. The parking lot was quiet, but in the distance, I could hear footsteps rustling through the bushes and leaves on the ground.

"Make a run for it." I whispered turning to Pete. He nodded, and we took off sprinting as fast as our legs could carry us. In the corner of my eye, I watched as Pete and Joe fell unconscious to the ground. Behind me, I saw a woman, holding a syringe full of what looked like a tranquilizer drug. She looked at me with a smirk. I continued running as the girl immediately took off sprinting after me. I could see her getting closer in the corner of my eye as she flicked the needle. I was struggling to keep my energy at this point, but I was hoping that I would tire her out if I kept going. On the contrary, it had only tired me out, and I eventually began tripping over myself, trying to keep running. The slower I got, the closer I knew she was getting. She was nearly kicking the back of my heels now.

"Might as well stop, Andy, I already have Patrick, Pete and Joe." She screamed as I approached an alleyway. Unfortunately, I didn't know where else to go... I was trapped. I looked around frantically, trying to find a way out, but it was too late. The girl, who seemed oddly familiar, had slowly cornered me in the back of the alley. She flicked the needle once again, before injecting the syringe deeply into my neck. I fell to my knees, my hands catching my fall as my vision immediately began to blur. I struggled to keep consciousness, but failed as everything turned to darkness, and I was dragged into the back of a van.