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

Chapter 5

P.O.V Patrick

I sat in the car, helplessly. It wasn't that long of a journey but there was something that was stuck in my mind. Why? Macy gave an awkward cough. "Uh. I guess you're wanting some answers huh?" She tapped the steering wheel. It reminded me of when we all drove up here. The storm. Crap. I thought it was best not to alert them about a storm, could come in handy. They probably already knew anyway. I shrugged and looked away from her. "Fine then. I don't like this job you know. It's not like I decided I'd do it in university. It runs in the family, can't take a chance refusing." She looked over at me and tapped the steering wheel again. Clearly she was pretty awkward. I let out a sigh. "Hey, I'm a pretty big fan of your Soul Punk era." I couldn't help but smile when she flashed up her wallpaper. The Soul Punk album cover. But I stayed silent. "I'd tell you what they plan to do but they'll probably cut out my tongue or something. I just wanna say that I'm sorry Patrick." She put her hand on my leg trying to comfort me. I couldn't be comforted. Despite my hatred towards this woman she certainly had a way with words. "Well we're nearly here. I guess I could say one thing." I looked over at her, she was biting her lip with anxiety. "Well, the old mansion you're living in is hers. It got taken away from her when her mother died. They provoked the mother's spirit that remained there and now it's cursed. It controls you and tries to kill you to get you out of the house. The tourists call it the wind. You haven't heard? It sounds like someones there, but it's just the mother. So we're taking you 4 because you've already been affected. We need a sacrifice to remove the curse. It all sounds pretty cliche but it's the truth. See the problem is we only need 1 sacrifice. Since there's 4 of you the other 3, well she wouldn't tell me." I tensed up. A sacrifice. Holy smokes. "And is the sacrifice me then?" I felt that it would be better if it was me. Everyone has something they care about. I haven't got a wife, a girlfriend. Just those 3. I love them so much. "That's not for me to decide. We'll get all 4 of you together and I guess she'll decide." My mouth went a little dry, I guess I was frightened. "Who is she?" Now Macy looked scared. "Uh. She has a name, but no one knows it. No one wants to. She's pretty horrid. I'll do my best to protect you, but no promises. You're just another job." I saw her tear up a bit. "Macy, why don't you just let me go? We could drive away. Back home, get the police. I'll say you had no part in it." She had a straight answer. "No. No. I've tried that before." She took off her jacket to reveal a very large, very painful looking scar. I stayed silent the rest of the journey. "Come on Patrick. When we go in I can't be nice. She'll punish me. So whatever I say, whatever I do. Know it's because I must." She pulled me into a hug and then we got out of the car. My hands were still tied together so Macy closed my door. She led me into the house. 

"Macy? You're back." Another young female ran up to Macy, not looking older than 19. "Is this the boy?" Macy nodded. She gave me a sweet smile. "Hi, I'm Carrie. I'm sorry by the way." She gave me a hug and ran back upstairs, her wavy, long hair bouncing as she ran. "Marcelline? Is that you? Back with him." An elderly woman approached. She had a very stern face and a hunched back. Slowly she made her way over to me. "Yes, he seems well. Where are the others?" Macy. Or Marcelline I guess suddenly went very pale. "Well, uh. I'm just going to get them now."  The elderly woman smacked Macy across the face. "Stupid girl, go get them. I'll take care of this one." I gulped and watched Macy give me a slight smile as she left. 

P.O.V Macy

Shit, that hurt. I checked out my burning cheek in the mirror. It was quite clear I've been slapped. I put on a pair of glasses and tied my hair back. If I'm going to do this right, I'll have to gain their trust. I reached into the back of the car and pulled out a hoodie to put on instead of my leather jacket. "Right, how can I do this?" I tapped the steering wheel for comfort. I hope Patrick's okay. Oh God I shouldn't have left him. I shouldn't even care. He's just a job. A very pretty job. I reversed and drove down the path. "Okay, I can totally do this."