Dead on arrival (FOB/Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

Ten

Patrick's point of view

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"It's been four hours, Patrick, why hasn't Annie come back?" Pete asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I turned to Pete, and pulled him to the side.

"Don't tell anyone I said this... but Brendon's in the CIA with Maddy... I asked her to call Brendon up so he could keep an eye on Annie to keep her safe. I don't want to risk her safety or anything. I care too much about her to let anything happen. I would never forgive myself if someone hurt her... and if you tell anyone I said that to you, I'll break your arm into six pieces."

"Damn, alright! I won't tell anyone!" Pete said, getting defensive as he put his hands up. He chuckled slightly. He knew I was joking about breaking his arm, considering I could barely break a stick in half, but he knew for a fact that I wasn't joking about him telling anyone! If I found out that he told anyone that I liked Annie, I would beat the crap out of him! I sighed and sat down on the couch.

"Patrick, go out to the back of the building for me, and grab the box from under the dumpster. Don't open it, it's sealed shut for a reason. Just go and grab it, and bring it back." Maddy said, pointing to the exit where the dumpster was. I stood up with a sigh.

"Not like you were giving me a choice anyway." I mumbled under my breath. I made my way to the back dumpster, taking precautionary measures. I looked everywhere around me before grabbing the box. It seemed to me that the coast was clear.... Or so I thought. As I knelt to pick up the box I could feel the presence of someone walking up behind me. My reflexes were quick as I turned around, putting out a hand to throw a punch. My fist was instantly grasped, and crushed by another hand, and my arm was forcefully twisted behind my back. I was forced to my knees with my wrists pinned and held tightly behind me. I groaned loudly in pain as someone held their foot to the back of my leg, forcing my knees into the hard gravel ground. I heard a deep chuckle as I watched a man emerge dramatically from the shadows.

"Looks like we got him, right where we want him, boys..." A shiver flew down my spine at the sound of the dark voice that spoke in front of me. The person who I assumed was Brad. "Get him out of here. I still have a lot to do..." He demanded making dead on eye contact with me. His "henchman" dragged me to my feet, forcing me into the back of a black SUV. I struggled hard, attempting to loosen the grip of the man holding my wrists. He grabbed a long strand of rope, and tied it tightly around my wrists, blindfolding me in the process. There was no hope for me now. There was no escaping, no getting out of this mess. Just as long as Annie was safe, that was all I cared about....

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Pete's Point Of View

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"Pete! Where's Patrick? I asked him to
Get that box for me 15 minutes ago! Where is he?" Maddy asked, pacing around the warehouse frantically. I looked up from my phone and shrugged my shoulders.

"No idea. How am I supposed to know where he disappeared to?" I asked, following Maddy to the back of the building. I stood behind her as she stared blankly at the dirty ground where the box lied next to the dumpster.

"They took him..." She said blankly.

"What?" I asked.

"They took him." She repeated.

"How do you know? You don't know that!" I denied.

"Pete! Don't try to prove me wrong! I know they took him!" She screamed back, kneeling beside the dumpster. She stood up again, and looked at me. "And the only way I know that is because Brad dropped his gun..." She smirked, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle.

"Oh come on! You don't know that's Brad's gun!" I rolled my eyes.

"Really? Then tell me... What this?" She asked, switching the gun over onto its side. She smirked pointing to reveal Brad's name carved neatly into the side of the metal handle. My mouth dropped in shock.

"He took Patrick." I breathed, putting my fingers through my hair.

"Don't prove me wrong... It'll always just come back to bite you in the ass." Maddy said, leaving me all alone to stand by the dumpster. They took him.... I wasn't there to save him, to defend him. There was nothing I could do. I could've been there for him, but I wasn't... I was so caught up in other things that I wasn't thinking about anyone else, and now Patrick was in trouble. I had only one option left, this was my only hope. I picked up my phone and dialed HIS number. I put the phone to my ear, hoping and praying that he would  answer...

"Hey Pete. What's up?"

"Tyler... I need your help..."