The young blood chronicles, Fall Out Boy, Pete's point of view

Part 3

*ring*

I was awoken by the door bell ringing. I opened my eyes to see my beautiful girlfriend looking back at me. Although, from the outside life seemed perfect, I wish I had never woken up. The first thing I thought about, as soon as my mind was dragged back to consciousness, was Patrick, I still hadn't heard from him, or the others.

"Honey can you get that?" She always gets me to do things in the morning, she's just so Damn lazy, but I love her anyway. I laughed a little and smiled at her bone idolness before getting out of bed, making my way to the door.

As I got closer to the door I was intrigued to who it could be. It was probably just another sales guy, we get them quite a lot. How many times do we have to tell them we don't want anything? I opened the door ready to turn them away but there was no one there. I rubbed my face, partly in confusion, partly because I was still half asleep, then noticed a white, plastic bag hanging on the door handle. I picked it up, looked around to see if there was any sign of who had left it then, looked inside the bag.

I immediately regretted it. Whilst holding down vomit I closed the bag and head for the bathroom. The bag can stay in the bath tub, I can't have it hanging randomly around my house. I wish the image of its contents would get out of my head! But I just kept picturing it, Patrick's left hand, covered in blood. As soon as I saw it I knew that my fears and worries had come true. They had the case, even worse, they had Patrick. Who knows what else they've done to him, I would have cried again but there was no time to, I had to warn the others.

I made my way into the bedroom and started to get dressed, even though I was against the clock I still picked up what I thought would look best together.

"Where are you going?" The thought of Patrick being harmed and the big rush had made me forget about her. I looked round and she was still in bed, wrapped in the covers.

"Uh...no where, just for a walk." She knew nothing about what me and the guys were up to and I wasn't planning on telling her, anyway, there was no time to now.

"Okay honey, see you later." She called out to me as I left the room and headed for the back door, which lead to a roof. It was also where I kept my falcon, the very one which I was hoping I wouldn't need to use.

I stepped outside into the sun then went straight over to the cage. What if it's already to late for the other two? Panicking, I fumbled with its lock, trying to get it open as fast as I could, trying to spare Andy and Joe their freedom. Finally I managed to do it, I put on my glove, which was next to the cage, then I held it out for the falcon to jump on. But it didn't move, I started to wave my arm a little but it still just stood there. I couldn't do this anymore.

"Come on you stupid bird!" Maybe shouting at it will help, and to my surprise, it jumped onto my arm.

I walked to the edge of the roof and held my arm up.

"Fly." Then, as the bird flew off my arm, began to fly above the rooftops, I realised how much one word can change things. 'Fly' could be the one word to save the other two. Then again, it could already be too late, just like it was for Patrick. I watched the bird begin to disappear into the distance to try and keep my thoughts positive. It didn't work. Anger and pain surged through me as I stared after it. How could I have let this happen to us? How could I have let Patrick get hurt?

Suddenly my thoughts were cut short as a sharp sensation dug into my neck. Everything suddenly went black.