Dead on arrival (FOB/Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

Eight

Annie's P.O.V

I wasn't sure what to think about the information we were just told. All I knew was that society was in trouble, and somehow, we were supposed to fix it. I thought moving to a bigger city would bring me new opportunities, and a better life, but it turns out it got me into situations where I could be killed! This was not turning out the way I had hoped it would. Why was I here!?

"Annie, focus! We're in the middle of a crisis!" Patrick yelled, getting my attention. He repeatedly snapped his fingers in my face, and I snapped out of my thoughts, focusing on the situation at hand.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I asked with a deep sigh. I brought my attention to Maddy. She was pacing back and forth frantically. Then, I looked at Patrick. He seemed as if he were panicking on the inside, but trying to keep it cool on the outside. His eyes were clouded in fear, but I could tell he didn't want to worry me or anyone else.

"Society is in danger. We need your help taking someone down," Maddy explained. She picked up a picture of a man wearing a snazzy suit and tie. He looked sophisticated. Stood about six feet, 3 inches tall, with short brown hair that resembled much to a quiff haircut, bright baby blue eyes, and a slight stubbily beard on his face that supported the fact that he had a sharp jawline that could slice a loaf of bread. I could already assume he was bad news.

"His name's Brad Alexander. He's one of many people who are trying to take us out. He, and several other guys have been kidnapping innocent civilians, and implanting chips into their necks to take over their minds and bodies."

"And how is this effecting us exactly?" I asked.

"Brad and I have had bad blood in the past. He knows that I had a connection with Patrick, Pete, Andy and Joe for a very brief amount of time, so he thinks that if he can get ahold of you guys, he'll be getting some sort of revenge on me, and lure me to him to get his revenge on me personally... face to face." She explained pacing back and forth.

"I don't understand. How does this affect Annie?" Patrick asked.

"Well, she wasn't exactly part of the plan to begin with. When I had planned to "kidnap you", it just so happened to be that you and Annie were on a date at the same time. At that point, I had run out of options entirely, and I was forced to bring her along for the ride. I know, obviously it's not ideal, but it was the only chance I had at making any type of progress..." Patrick and I exchanged looks of fear. I sighed deeply, putting my face in my hands, trying to fight back tears of fear.

"Hey, Annie, it's ok. We'll do this together, I won't let anything happen to you."Patrick said. He put a hand on my back, and began rubbing his hand in big circles. I let out a shaky breath, taking my head out of my hands . I made brief eye contact with Patrick. We were both silent for a moment.

"Patrick...What am I supposed to do if something happens to me? What am I supposed to do if something ends up happening to you?! How can you tell me not to worry, knowing that everything I have and love could be in danger? How can you tell me not to worry? This is way too much pressure on me, Patrick! Clearly I was wrong about everything, and now I'm stuck in a situation where I could be killed. What am I supposed to do, Patrick? I can't live like this! Never in a million years, would I have ever thought I would get myself into a situation like this! Now that I know too much, I could end up being just another victim! That psychopath is out there implanting chips into people's necks to take over society for no reason, and I could be the next victim! I shouldn't even be here! I'm so sorry Patrick! I'm sorry!"

"ANNIE! Annie, wait please, don't go!" Patrick cried, attempting to run after me... Unfortunately being held back by Pete.

"Just let her go, dude. She'll come back when she's calm." Pete reassured, patting his shoulder.

"This is my fault, Pete." Patrick said, leaning against the light blue walls of the room, sliding down as he brought his knees up to his chest. He put his face in his arms.

"Woah, what? How the hell is this is your fault?" Pete asked, confusion dripping from his voice.

"Think about it, Pete! If I never would've left my house on the day she moved in. None of this would've happened! She wouldn't be in danger." He explained with his head still in his arms.

"Dude, Patrick... Do you know how ridiculous you sound?!" Pete asked, laying a hand on his shoulder. He eventually took his head out of his arms, and looked at him.

"Pete it's true! If we never would've met she wouldn't be in the middle of this mess with us. This is all my fault! And now it's too late, she can't back down because she knows too much."

"Don't beat yourself up over this 'Trick. Everything happens for a reason. She's probably just really stressed out, that's all. She'll come back."Pete assured, staring blankly at the wall with his hand still on Patrick's shoulder.

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Meanwhile (still Annie's point of view)

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As soon as I ran out of that building, I couldn't stop. It was almost as if my legs refused to let me stop running. I knew that I probably shouldn't have left the building without getting more information, but I couldn't handle anymore stress. I had to get out of there. Eventually, I grew tired of running, and slowly stopped, taking a seat on the curb to catch my breath. I sat there in silence for what felt like forever until someone put a hand on my shoulder. I gasped in fear, opening my mouth to scream, but I was immediately stopped when a hand flew over my mouth to muffle my screams.

"Shhhh. Don't scream for help, don't say a word. Just come with me. I want to help you." A deep, quiet voice whispered in my ear. I nodded in response as I was led to a black van. The windows were dark, and tinted so no one could see inside. I shifted my eyes to the man who was wearing all black, and a pair of leather gloves on his hands. On his face, he had a navy blue bandana over his nose and mouth, only exposing his dark brown eyes. He had a hood over his head as well, but I noticed he had an unusually large forehead. He seemed oddly familiar to me, even if I wasn't able to see his face. I had a feeling inside of me that said I'd known him from somewhere. He unlocked, and opened the door to the van, helping me into the vehicle. He followed me in, and sat down in a seat, staring at me for a while without saying anything.

"Why am I here," You asked, demanding to know. "And who are you?" You asked with fear in your eyes. The man didn't say a word as he took off his gloves, hood and bandana, revealing his face completely...

Brendon Urie.