Revenge of The Fallen (Crossover)

The Attack

Pete's Pov:
My eyes drifted from picture to picture as I tried to let the smell of warm cocoa flood my senses, washing away all the bad thoughts. But they just kept coming back to haunt me, like a ghost of a victim haunting his murderer.

God, my depression hadn't been this bad in a long time. Since before I met Patrick, to be exact.

Patrick, it had only been a week since he went missing and I was already treating him as if he was dead. Well, maybe he was.

No, I can't think that way! I scolded myself. He isn't dead, he can't be dead! I'd kill myself if-

"Pete, Pete! Are you okay?" I heard a worried voice ask in a frantic tone, pulling me out of my trance. I gasped, a little startled. It was just Elisa.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I lied, obviously so very far from fine.

"No, you're not, Pete." She sighed, catching my bluff. "Look, I know you miss him. He's your best friend, but you're not the only one. Everyone's anxious, and I'm worried sick! He's my husband."

She looked away, looking guilty for being so harsh. "If you keep going like this, you're going to hurt yourself."

"No, I'm not." I argued.

"Yes you are!" She retaliated, looking back at me with seriousness. "I know you. I know you almost as much as he does."

She looked away again at those words. I should've been more considerate. This was hard for her too. Maybe that's why I convinced her to get out of this house for a while.

"You should take Declan to see a movie, or something. You know, to get your mind off of things." I started.

"Pete, this is my house. If anyone should be saying that, it should be me saying it to you!" She argued, smirking a little. She was stubborn, but so was I.

It took a while, but I finally convinced her to leave the house. I didn't want to admit it, but I also wanted some time alone, with the happy memories he made, and the happiness he had given me. I had a feeling she already knew that anyway.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself?" She asked as she stood in the doorway with Declan in her arms, that worried look still in her eyes.

"Yes, I promise, I'll be fine." I reassured her, putting my hand on her shoulder to support her.

She sighed. "Alright, but if you need anything, call me."

"Okay."
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It had been a couple hours since Elisa left, and I already wanted a drink. But no, all they had was coffee, water, tea, and V8. I rolled my eyes, taking a water bottle from the fridge.

I closed the door and strolled to the back sliding doors, setting my water on a table. All I wanted was for the sun to come up, and for Patrick to be home again. But I couldn't shake this feeling that something bad was going to happen tonight. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even here the door being picked open.

"They said I'd find you here." I heard a voice say behind me. I froze. It was terrifyingly familiar.

"Go on. Turn around." The voice demanded, but somehow still keeping a calm demeanor. I gulped, putting my hands in the air, expecting to see a masked robber pointing a gun at me. Boy was I wrong.

"P-Patrick?" I stuttered, starting to breathe heavily. He looked like he had been to hell and back, his clothes dirty and his face bloody. Not to mention he had a hook where his left hand should've been, and burning yellow eyes had replaced those baby blues I had known for so long.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Patrick's not here right now. Leave a message after the tone." He responded, smirking a little. I couldn't believe this was happening; it all felt like some crazy fever dream.

"W-what happened to you?!" I exclaimed, both worried and terrified. I thought about moving towards him, but I was scared he might jump out and bite.

"You know, don't you?" He retorted in that scary calm tone. It was like he was a different person.

"N-no, t-this can't be happening!" I exclaimed as I stumbled backwards, seeing him advance towards me.

"Aww, how cute. Trying to deny it, huh? Well, you know this is happening Pete. So don't even try."

He kept advancing towards me, with yellow eyes boring into me. I tried to think of what to do, how to defend myself. Then I remembered about my water bottle. It was a long shot, but it couldn't hurt to try.

I threw it at him with all my might. Unfortunately, he caught it. The only thing I could do was just stand there, the words I'm fucked flashing in my head.

He glanced at the bottle for a moment, then turned back to me, a smirk growing on his face. "You're funny." He said as he threw the bottle to the ground.

"You know, I really like you, Pete." He said as he continued to advance, mocking guilt in his voice. "Too bad I have to kill you." Then he charged.

I tried to run, or at least fight back, but he was too strong. He tackled me with ease, raising his hook so he could strike down, right through my heart.

But no! I wasn't going to die, especially not today! And I wasn't going to let my best friend kill me!

I caught his arm before he could deliver the blow. It took all my strength, but I held him back long enough that the hit wouldn't be fatal. I looked up at him, trying to see the blue in his eyes, but I ended up drowning in yellow.

We both turned our heads when we heard the door open. "Pete, we're home. You okay?" I heard Elisa call from the other side of the room.

Shit! I thought to myself. What if he tries to attack Elisa?! But I wouldn't let that happen. I'd be ready to defend her.

But he didn't even try to go near her. Instead, he just looked back at me with frustration, quickly got up off of me and smashed through the sliding glass doors. He ran through the backyard and jumped the fence.

Elisa tried to go after him, but I stopped her before she could get out of the house. She looked back at me with fear and confusion. I tried to explain what happened, but it was hard. She put her head on my chest, trying not to cry. I held her, trying to support her. I looked back at the fence. I was going to find Patrick and help save him if it was the last thing I did.