How To Save Rock And Roll

Chapter 21 - What is Twin Skeleton's

A/N: Okay but the titles are sooo bad! Sorry for that

"I came as fast as I could," Joe said as he entered the apartment, you closing the door behind him. "What's happening?" He turned to you.
"Ever since...you know...what happened...he hasn't been the same. He barely eats, he's always stuck in his own thoughts, and he hasn't slept in days. He locked himself in his office last night and I can't get him to come out," You explained him as you two walked to the office and stopped in front of the door, "I thought you could help me."
"I can try," He mumbled before stepping closer to the door and knocking on it, "Patrick?" He waited a few seconds for an answer, but Patrick didn't say a word. "Patrick, please get out of the office." Still nothing. Joe looked at you for a brief moment before he looked back at the door. "Dude, if you don't open the door right now, I'm going to break it open." Joe took a few steps back but, before he tried to break the door, you grabbed his arm and murmured, "Wait, I'm sure we can open the door in another way. I think I have hairpins in the bathroom." Joe nodded and you went into the bathroom, grabbed what you needed, and came back next to him. He took the pin in his possession and opened the door.

He opened the door slowly and you two looked around the room for Patrick. It was a mess inside, paper and pens scattered on the floor. Your gaze met Patrick who was lying against the wall next to the desk. Joe ran to him, followed by you, and kneeled next to him.
"Is he okay?" You asked.
"Yeah, he's just sleeping." Joe answered.
You turned around and looked at the table where maps and papers with pen marks of all different colors were scattered. "What's this?" You inquired as you point at the table and turned back to Joe.
Joe looked at you, still kneeling next to his friend, his hand on his shoulder. He stood up and looked at the table, his eyes narrowing. "I don't know, but it's weird."
All of a sudden, you heard movements behind you - Patrick was starting to wake up. Joe went back to his side. Patrick's eyes shot open, a glowing yellow color. His breath quickens and his eyes widened. He jumped to his feet and ran to the table, looking through the maps and paper frantically.

"Dude, calm down. What's going on?" Joe inquired, a slight tone of worry in his voice. Since Patrick gave him no answer, he walked behind him and grabbed his friend's arms, trying to make Patrick looking at him. The singer tried to struggle out of his grip, not letting him turn him over. "Hey, Patrick, stop." He ordered. He finally turned him to him. Patrick's eyes became their original color and his breath steadied. "You okay?" Joe asked, more calmly this time.
Patrick looked over to the side, staring into space and murmured, "I know where it is."
You and Joe both looked at each other, confused. Joe glanced back at Patrick. "What are you talking about?"
Patrick met his gaze. "Twin Skeleton's. I know where it is...and what it is."
Joe let his arms fall to his sides. He looked at his friends who just turned to the table again with a confused look, his mouth slightly open. "What is that thing?"
"The Syndicate's headquarters," Patrick answered, looking through the papers once again. "And it is..." He stopped to look at a map, "...in New York City."
"Wait, how did you find it?" Joe questioned, his eyebrows knitted together.

Patrick turned back to his friend and sighed. "I've been having kind of nightmares this past few days, though it was more like flashes of images, and last night was the worst. I finally fell asleep for the first time in days and I woke up in the middle of night. I went into the bathroom and my eyes were yellow, then I heard these voices and I locked myself in my office to try and find it, but I completely blacked out. I saw where it was in my dream."
"Your eyes were yellow? Like when they were using Novocaine on you?" You asked, walking closer to him.
"Yeah, and it feels the same. To be honest, I barely remember what happened last night. I just know I was trying to find it. And..." He stopped a few seconds before adding, "...I think I killed the guards that night."
"How'd you do that? I mean, those guys are fucking strong." Joe retorted.
"I don't know how I did that!" Patrick explained, "It's just...I don't know what's happening. I think it's coming back."
"What? The Novocaine? It can't come back. You haven't have a dose in five years," Joe replied.
Patrick touched the back of his neck, feeling the scar he had there with his fingers. "What if it's something else?" He murmured, looking down at the ground, "I remember they shot me in the back of my head with that weird gun. They put a chip in me."
"Like for Pete," You spoke up, "They did the same thing to him."
"Maybe Tyler's death activated it again." Joe suggested, still really confused about the situation and desperately trying to find a reason for what's happened.
"No, I think it's when I looked at the guard," He disagreed, before looking to you, "Wait, you said Pete?"
You nodded your head.
"Let's go back to Twin Skeleton's" The familiar voice of last night echoed in Patrick's head. It was the same sentence he heard last night, and now he recognized it.
"The voice was Pete's."