Dead on arrival (FOB/Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

Twelve

Pete's point of view

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"Hey Tyler. Thanks for meeting me."

"No problem, man... what's the emergency?" Tyler asked hesitantly. We'd decided to meet at a local coffee shop to make the situation a little less tense. He sat down across from me, and took a sip of coffee with concern in his eyes. He was just as nervous as I was about this whole situation, and I hadn't even told him anything yet. I paused for a moment, hesitating, and dreading the fact that I had to tell him that one of his good friends had been kidnapped. I took a shaky breath, leaning back in my chair.

"I uh- It's about Patrick. He- he's been kidnapped and, we need your help to find him. . . ." There was a brief moment of silence between the two of us. Tyler groaned, running his hands over his face, putting his hands on top of his head. He took a shaky breath, maintaining eye contact with me. He had a look in his eyes, one that said "I need answers".

"Tell me what I need to do..."

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Annie's point of view
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"Get away from me, you psycho!" I screamed, backing away from the psychotic man slowly inching towards me. I looked around, frantically searching for a place to run. I soon realized there was nowhere to go, and my chances of getting away from Jordan had vanished. He cornered me in an ally against a brick wall of what I assumed was a building. He made dead-on eye contact with me before forcefully grabbing me by the wrists. He pinned them up against the wall on either side of my head, using his two hands. I struggled with all of my strength, groaning each time I attempted to loosen his grip.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, holding back tears of fear.

"You're coming with me, let's go." He demanded, grabbing my hand to forcefully pull me.

"No I'm not! Let me go!" I screamed, resisting with every muscle in my body. I had to take drastic measures now. I continued to struggle, loosening his grip on one wrist. I began to throw punches, and in that moment, I'd socked him directly in the nose. It wasn't going to hold him off for long, but he let go of my other wrist on the impact. That gave me plenty of time to try to run as he stood there holding his possibly broken nose in his hands. In the distance, I could hear him loudly groaning in pain as I searched for a place to hide. When he realized I was getting away, he immediately took his face out of his hands, and came after me. It hadn't taken long before he found me hiding behind a dumpster nearby. I began to hyperventilate nervously when I saw his shadow emerging from the other side of the dumpster. I could see him coming around the corner.

I was fucked. He found me instantly, and raised his hand, swinging it forcefully across my face. My head whipped to the side and I hit the ground hard, my eyesight instantly blurring on impact. I struggled to keep conscious as I tried getting back up again, but Jordan came back harder, kicking me repeatedly. In the stomach, the ribs, my face, and my head. It seemed to go on forever, and I only lied there... no energy left in me to fight back. Eventually, he stopped, and the pain began to fade away. I rolled over onto my stomach, getting up on my hands and knees. I made an attempt to get up once again, failing miserably, only to be slapped in the face. I cried, sobbing in pain, laying on the cold ground of the sidewalk. The fall air of Chicago grew colder and colder by the second. I moaned in pain, and let my tears fall from my eyes as I pleaded the man towering over me to stop.

"Please Jordan, stop!" I gasped between sobs. He still had a dark look in his eyes. I gazed up at him, watching him come closer to me. He had a devious smile on his face now.... He had me right where he wanted me. He knelt beside me, shaking his head without speaking a word. With one hand, he grasped his fingers to my hair, and with his other hand, grabbed me by the wrists, digging his nails into my flesh. He forcefully pinned my hands behind my back, pausing briefly. He looked around for something to tie them together with to keep me still. I had little energy left in me, yet I continued to try fighting his grip, only causing him to hold on tighter. Finally, he released his grasp from my hair. He picked up a zip tie from the dirty ground, fastening it around my wrists tightly. I grit my teeth in pain at the feeling of the plastic tie, digging into my flesh. I gasped, holding back tears of the pain. The world and everything around me was spinning uncontrollably, now. I looked to the sky watching the stars grow big and soon I saw nothing as darkness took over...

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Patrick's Point of view

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I saw nothing but the blinding darkness... and yet I could still feel and understand where I was. Behind me, I could feel the presence of a person's shadow casting over me. Their footsteps grew closer each second. My breathing picked up quickly, my body filled with panic. The person stood behind me, now putting their hand on my shoulder as I hopelessly waited for them to pull the bag off my head. I squirmed, struggling uncomfortably up until I saw a blinding bright light appear. In front of me, a man stood a few feet away. He was smirking devilishly, his arms crossed over his chest. He laughed deeply, and slowly walked toward me. Eventually, he came to a stop, and stared into my eyes intensely in an attempt to make me uncomfortable. The unfortunate part was that it was working. I began to sweat nervously as the man who I assumed was Brad proceeded to keep his eyes on me. I tried to make myself seem threatening, giving a dark glare in return. He chuckled softly yet manically, knowing that I would break down any minute. The longer I looked into his dark eyes, the less determined I was. I wanted to break him before he broke me, but to my dismay, I wasn't going to last much longer. My eye twitched uncontrollably, my breath picking up as I began nervously hyperventilating. Finally, I broke my gaze with him. I tucked my head to my chest, beginning to shake as tears poured down my face.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, growing restless, breathing heavily.

"It's not about what I want, it's about what you have..." Brad explained. He approached me, grabbing my jaw in his hand, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Now... where is she?" He asked through grit teeth. He looked me in the eyes with a glare purely full of hatred and anger.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about. Let go of me." I pleaded.

"Don't lie to me! I know you have what I want!" He screamed, finally releasing my face. I looked up, and watched as Brad paced around me quickly. He stopped, and gave me a glare that could kill. "If you won't speak up... I know something that will..." he smirked slyly, and left the room, leaving me all alone. The building was silent, now... silent enough for me to hear the conversation in the other room. I could hear Brad talking with some other guy. I couldn't hear much of anything until I heard them mention Annie.

"I got the girl.... she put up a fight, but she's passed out in the back of the van... what do you want me to do with her?"

"Bring her in... I have big plans for these two..."