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

Chapter 1

P.O.V Patrick

Pete finally got into the car after the struggle with the car boot to get his bag in. "Right so, where are we going?" Pete questioned me. I put the car into reverse to get out of the tiny drive of our temporary apartment. "Well, we've got this Mansion out in the woods that we decided to rent out for a few weeks until we finish the Chicago gigs." "Sweet, when's our next gig by the way?" Andy fiddled with the band schedule on his phone before saying "We have one Saturday so.. uh 3 days?" "Exciting, I love doing Chicago gigs." I smiled and caught Pete's eye in the rear view mirror, winking. Andy reached over and switched on the radio. "And coming in from Iowa sure to hit Chicago and possibly Detroit." Everyone stared at me. "A cold front will hit a warm front from the left and from the right which will cause the warm front to- Wait.. What's that? Right folks it seems that low pressure will be hitting Iowa tonight causing a massive storm to breach into the Chicago area. Stay indoors definitely." Everyone looked at me again.

"Patrick, that storms gonna hit us. It'll be over before the gig right?" Joe asked, very concerned. I awkwardly tapped the steering wheel trying to think of a response. "I don't know Joe. I guess the mansion'll have a T.V so we can keep updated." I turned down the road and into a countryside. "Everyone keep a look out for a dirt path." They all bounced to the windows and mocked me. "Oh hilarious, just look for it you clowns." My mind pondered for a bit, especially about the dream Pete was telling me about. What a strange dream. I mean, he said an old hallway right? A broom cupboard. Then he woke up with a gash on his hand. Well, I guess he could have been sleepwalking and went into the kitchen and cut his hand. Maybe he fell into the kitchen's cupboard, and cut himself on a knife. But what about the bodies? And me. "Patrick, you missed the turn. What were you thinking about?" Joe wondered. "Pete's dream." I looked at Pete and he seemed to be in a daze as well. He's been awful quiet since this morning. "Ooh? What dream?" Andy looked back at Pete. Pete explained his whole dream in great detail and everyone went pretty silent.

I drove up the dirt path and up to this grand mansion, parking outside the steps. "Wow, it's really beautiful." I stared out my window and admired the cream columns and the chocolate brown windows. I feel like I've been here before. It's so familiar I hopped out of the car and went to lift my bag. I began to walk up the steps and open the front door, not really paying any attention to the band. It had a golden doorknob and a bright red front door. It looks pretty new for such an old estate. "Patrick?" I heard someone call but my attention was still focused on the house. I opened the door and walked in to the amazing mansion by myself and dropped my bag to explore a little more. It had a grand staircase with red velvet carpets and marble white railings. "Patrick?! Wait for us!" Yet again I heard a call. But I didn't respond, almost like I couldn't. I lost all desire to socialize and kept walking down the hall. I came to a large basement door that was barred up and locked. I pounded my fists against it. I tried to stop because my hands started to hurt, but I couldn't. I lost all desire to stop and kept hitting it. Stop it Patrick. I can't. I can't stop. Ow. Ow. Pete approached me very cautiously. "Patrick? What are you doing?" He sounded a little scared. "Pete, I can't stop. I want to know what's behind this door. Wait. No I don't. My hands hurt. Ow. Ow. Ow." Pete gently took my hands away from the door and led me to the main hall. I felt a little better, a little more in control. I still had a slight urge to see what's down there, but I brushed it off. "Care to explain?" Pete looked at my hands that were slightly bruised. "I couldn't stop. I wanted to. I heard you all calling me but I walked down the hall anyway. Just curiosity and low will power, probably." Pete ushered Joe and Andy into the house. "That all sounds a bit odd Patrick."

He crept down the hall to investigate and stopped dead in his tracks. "Pat? Is this yours?" He flashed a small note, that fell off the door when I hit it. "Don't open, danger. Live wires and broken equipment." He read out. I shrugged and headed upstairs with Joe. "What was that all about?" Joe questioned me while looking into the first bedroom. "Nothing." I mumbled before heading into the first bedroom Joe was looking into.

It was a crystal white bedroom. White satin sheets on a white wooden bed and white marble floor, extremely similar to the stairs. I wondered around it. Looking at a painting of a lake. "Didn't seem like nothing." He followed me, glancing at the painting as well. "I just tried to get a door open and I kinda couldn't stop trying even though I wanted to." Joe stopped. "That's really weird Patrick." He walked passed me and over to the window. "Look, there's a path over there. Let's go see where it leads." Joe took my hand and we raced down the stairs, out the back door. We started running across the garden but stopped quite suddenly at the path. I took a deep breath and walked down it. I checked to see if Joe was still behind me and he stuck his tongue out. We reached the end of the path and arrived at a few yards of grass and a pier.

"Oh cool!" Joe exclaimed, bouncing up and down and running to the end of the pier. "Sweet." I remarked and ran after him. We looked into the seemingly bottomless lake. "Wow, you can't even see the bottom!" Shouted Joe and went for a running start to dive into the lake. I grabbed his shirt before he could jump in. He gave me a frustrated look. "Patrick, let me dive!" He whined, impersonating a young child. "Don't think it's a good idea Joe. Let's head up, they'll be wondering where we've gone." He moped for most of the way up. I wasn't entirely sure if he was joking or not. "Joe? Come check out more bedrooms with me." Andy lead him upstairs when we got back.

I decided to grab Pete and check out the bedrooms too. I headed into the second bedroom which had the same layout as the first except this time it was red. Red satin sheets with a maroon wooden bed and red velvet carpet, also similar to the one on the stairs. There was a painting in this room too. It had a front view of the house with the amazing door front that I couldn't get enough of. I looked back at Pete who had lost interest and was heading into the next room. I picked up the pace and followed him, hearing a gasp when I walked into the room.

This bedroom was the exact same as the two previous although it was black. Black satin sheets on a black suede bed and a black wooden floor. Pete danced around it and stopped to look at the painting in this room. This one captured Pete's attention as much as the last painting did for me. It was of a child dreaming. "It looks a bit like you Pete." Pete didn't take his eyes off the painting and simply nodded his head. I backed out and headed into the final bedroom. I watched Andy and Joe head out to the trees at the front of the house. It gave me a slight chill. I shook it off and walked into the final bedroom.

Once again it was like the others. Except a caramel colour. Caramel sheets and a varnished bed with a cream carpet. The painting here didn't interest me much at first until I realized that it was the woods from out the front. The woods that seemed to intrigue Andy so much. Then it all added up. The first bedroom had a picture of a lake. The lake that Joe took a liking to. The second, a picture of the mansion. Which drew me in when we arrived. The third one, a child dreaming. Who looked remarkably like Pete and linked to the dream Pete told us all about. Finally the last, the woods. The very same woods that Joe and Andy are in right now. This house.. knows what we are so intrigued by. Or maybe it made us intrigued. It has to be just a coincidence. 

I decided to go back into Pete's bedroom I guess, but Pete was no where to be found. "Pete?" I looked around. Nothing. I peered into the other bedrooms. Not here either. I made my way down the stairs and poked my head out to the front door. He wasn't there either. I started to panic. "Pete?" My voice wavered. I glanced into the kitchen and saw nothing either. This continued for another couple of minutes until I looked down a hall, the one opposite to the door that I was so desperately trying to open earlier. I saw Pete standing down near the end of it looking into a broom cupboard. "Patrick.. this looks like the one in my dream." 

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