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

Chapter 10

*Hope you're enjoying this! Probably not gonna be much more of it... buuut I think I've got two ways the ending could go.. Oh dear ;)* 

P.O.V Patrick

It feels like... years since I've been controlled by this thing. I can't think- 

I.. I can't. Think.. straight. You're never getting out of here Patrick. Shut up.. I can see everything it's doing. Everything I'm doing to my best friend. Yet I can't control it. Every time I try to say something it comes out as nothing.

Macy's trying to reverse it.. it has to work. It's my on- It's not going to work, you fool. Yes it will.. it has to. Macy's cut herself with the dagger. Wait.. what's she doing? AHHHH IT BURNS SO BAD. "IT BURNS." 

Somehow my own thoughts got out again. Every time they do it coughs up blood, like the thing's weakening. She's grabbing my hand now.. luring us over to the pedestal.

Why aren't you trying to stop her? Given up yet? N-never.. never. I can't hear a thing they're saying now. I can't move. Good.. let's keep it that way. There's a really strange light growing. No ones paying attention to us. Pete.. I just realised.. Is he dying? Hopefully. SHUT UP. HE MEANS THE WORLD TO ME YOU ASSHOLE. I.. I love him so much, that dude's my best friend. The light's growing stronger now.. Pete.. Man? I can't say anything.. I.. 

And then I faded out after a bright light consumed me. I dropped to the floor and I don't remember anything after that.

P.O.V Pete 

Patrick dropped to the floor. "PATRICK!" I tried to pull myself up. "PATRICK?!" I ran as fast as I could over to him, collapsing at his feet. He was very limp. Palest I've ever seen him. I lowered my head to his chest. "He's.. not breathing." I cried. "Oh God. Someone call an ambulance." Macy screamed, running out to grab a phone. "Pat.. please be okay." I whispered. Joe and Andy ran over too. Joe felt Patrick's pulse. "No pulse." I burrowed my head into my knees. Andy wiped his eyes and Joe covered his face. "I promised him everything would be okay." Carrie wept, crawling over beside us. Moments later Macy came running back in, holding a phone. "No, he's not breathing. Is there a pulse?" I shook my head. "No, no pulse either. NO I CAN'T HOLD. HE'S DYING." She screamed into the phone. Another tear escaped. "I'm sorry, but if you can't even get a goddamn ambulance out here then you don't deserve that job." Macy looked very angry. "That's what I thought, Yeah I'll go get the address. One of you need to restart his heart." She said and left. I looked over at everyone and started pushing down on his chest. "Okay, I can do this. 1...2...3..4..." After a few minutes the ambulance arrived. "He's in here, he's been out for about.. 5 minutes." Macy cried pointing the man to Patrick. "Stand back." He took out a defibrillator and started to shock Patrick with it. "What's his name?" He asked, continuing to revive him. "Uh. Patrick Stump sir." He looked a bit shocked. "Patrick Stump, really..Wow."

Patrick took a very deep breath. "We've got a pulse again. He's breathing as well. We need to get him to the hospital now." Another man came in with a stretcher and put Patrick onto it. "One of you come with him and the rest of you should tell the police how this happened, they're already on their way. Judging by the daggers I doubt this was an accident." The other, not so nice man spat out. "If you think we'd do anything like that you're insane." I growled. "Tell that to the police." He carried Patrick out. "I'll go with him." Mumbled Carrie. We nodded together, before the police knocked at the door.

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"I already told you everything I know." I snarled at the policeman. "See, your story isn't very convincing Mr Wentz. Tell me exactly what happened." I tapped the table. "We went to a mansion that we'd found was for sale on some website, when we got there everything was fine. Patrick went missing, we searched everywhere for him. Then we got taken to where he was. It was a cabin down the lane from the mansion. The next day we got taken to the other place out in the mountains. We were locked in a basement and they took out Patrick and did things to him. They cut his wrists and stuff. Then he collapsed and stopped breathing." I couldn't tell them about the spirits or about Macy and Carrie. They'd think I was insane, and probably arrest them. "Right, and who were these people?" He gave me a 'I don't believe a word you say, but keep on talking' look. "An old woman, I never found out her name. And a man called Butch. Two girls named Macy and Carrie were there when we got there. Carrie had been there for about 20 years and Macy around the same." That was the story we had decided on, I hope they stuck to it. "You're free to go Mr Wentz. Don't leave the city we'll need you back in."  He brushed me out of the room. "I've got gigs." "Not without your lead singer you don't." My heart hurt. I need to go see him. 

I got to the hospital after a 20 minute drive. "Hello, I'm here to see Patrick Stump please." The nurse was quite old, had a very stern look and gave me an even sterner look when I said those words. "You're not a fan-boy here to harass him, pretty boy?" I widened my eyes, gritting my teeth. "I'm his bass player. Pete Wentz, at your service." I held out my hand, mockingly. She got very red. "Of course Mr Wentz, right down the hall there number 372." I walked away down the hall, getting some looks from other nurses and patients. "Pete, I'm sorry about Patrick." I heard one girl say. "Thank you, I'm sorry for whatever you're here for too." She bowed her head and mumbled a slight "Thank you, I hope he'll be okay." I gave her a hug and walked over to room number 372. I knocked the door and opened it, to see Patrick lying there with everyone else sitting at the opposite side of the room. 

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