It's Just The Wind (A Fall Out Boy Fan Fiction)

P.O.V Pete

Darkness surrounded me. I'd never saw this place before. Wait, where am I? "H-hello?" I called, an eerie wind answered me followed bye an angelic voice. "Pete? Pete it's me, Patrick" A slight light at the end of the hall showed the shadow of a mysterious figure that's called itself Patrick. It's not my Patrick. I know it's not. "You're.. not-" I stopped myself before I made a stupid mistake in angering the figure. "What am I talking about? Of course it's you. Can you go into that back room and get my phone?" As soon as it turned I'd make a run for it. But despite my commands it didn't turn around. It came towards me. In a sudden instinct I stepped back. "P.. Patrick. Get my phone." It continued to make it's way towards me. "Hehe.." I knew for sure it wasn't him now. Oh God, it's coming straight for me. "JOE?! ANDY?!" I shouted behind me, not taking my eyes off the thing for a second. "Too late... they're.. out." The figure grinned. I could see it looked exactly like Patrick. "Okay.. very funny. You can stop now." It slumped it's way towards me, a trail of blood leaking behind it. I stumbled over a gap in the flooring and banged into the cupboard  that opened revealing the bodies of Andy and Joe and a knife that fell out and cut my hand. The figure looked straight at me now. "Pete, you can still save me." Tears slid down the face of the demon. That's.. that's Patrick this time. I know it. It's taken his body or something. "Pete, you can still save them. I just need you too... too.." I felt a sharp pain across my face.

I woke up in a panic. "WAKE UP." Patrick slapped me across the face, presumably for the second time. I was speechless. "Patrick? You're.. alive?" He raised his eyebrow and clambered off my bed. "Yes? Why wouldn't I be?" He looked very concerned. "Are you sick or something?" Was it just a dream? "Doesn't matter. Get out I need to get dressed." I laughed. "Whatever man." He rolled his eyes. I walked over to the wardrobe to open it and felt a sharp pain in my hand. Ouch, wait.. I looked down at my hand that was covered in a gash similar to the cut of a knife. B.. b... but.. then.. it wasn't a dream?

I sprinted into the living room of the small apartment we were staying in due to the tour. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" Everyone cheered. I forgot it was my birthday. How could I forget it was my birthday.. I guess it was because of.. I looked down at my hand again. "Oh. Haha thanks guys." They all looked at my bleeding hand. "Pete? How'd you get that?" Andy asked, looking extremely confused. "I woke up with it. I had a dream I cut my hand running from some.. thing." I shivered thinking about it. "Must have been sleepwalking. I didn't know you did that." Laughed Joe. Yeah, it was just me sleepwalking. Pff, it WAS just a dream. "Anyway, come on. We're going to show you your present. Pack a bag with some stuff for a couple of weeks." Patrick commanded, leading me into my room to help pack. "So what was this dream about then?" Patrick asked, taking a jacket from my wardrobe and folding it. "Well, I was in this old hallway or something. And something that looked exactly like you was coming towards me. But it wasn't you, it was like something IN your body. And I tried to trick it into turning around so I could run but it just came before me. I knocked into a broom cupboard and a knife came out and cut my hand, and Joe and Andy's bodies were in the cupboard. And then the thing in your body said that it wasn't too late to save you, Joe and Andy and that all I have to do is... and then you woke me up. So thanks." Patrick went kind of pale and followed it with a slight nervous laugh. "That sounds stupid." He turned away to get more stuff from the wardrobe. "So.. uh tell me. What colour was this broom cupboard? What did the walls look like? What was I wearing?" "Uh. It was too dark too see. Why?" He threw some shoes into the bag as well. "Nothing, I had a dream that I was walking towards you but you kept going back from me, and I couldn't reach you, no matter how far I walked. Then I caught up with you and you started screaming."  I looked at him, fearing that this might not have been a dream after all. "I'm just kidding, ha you should have seen your face." He patted my head and walked out. What an asshole. "Come on Pete! We're getting into the car!" I zipped up my bag and carried it out of the apartment.

*Just an introduction, the first proper chapter will be up pretty soon after this. I know I said I'd wait for another comment but I really felt like writing.*