Revenge of The Fallen (Crossover)

Miss Missing You

Pete's Pov:
My chest got heavy and my eyes filled with worry as I caught sight of him. He was facing the wall, his back turned to me. When he turned around, I wanted to see his eyes. His real eyes. Those perfect baby blues. But I knew that wouldn't happen. Besides, all I could concentrate on right now was the hook where his hand should've been.

"Patrick?" I called again after a few more seconds of no response. He lifted his head a little and turned it slightly to his right, still not letting me see his face. I was getting annoyed with that.

"So, you've finally caught up to me, huh?" He finally responded in a defeated tone. 

"I guess I have." I answered, the chills running up and down my spine making my voice shake.

He turned his head more, allowing me to see the yellow of his eyes. But they soon turned downwards as he bit his lip and shook his head. After a shaky sigh he finally turned around.

There was a silence. He slouched nonchalantly and crossed his arms. I watched his eyes trail up and down my figure. Was he, sizing me up?

"It looks like you've come alone." He commented after a few more seconds.

"I have, Patrick. It's just you and me." I replied, closing the door while trying to keep my cool.

"Good." He smirked. I gulped. This may have been a bad idea.

"Patrick." I started. I'd practiced this speech a hundred times in my head. "Listen to me." He rolled his eyes and huffed, like he knew what was coming. But I needed to say this.

"I know you're still in there. I know you can hear me. This isn't you. Whatever's going on, you need to fight this!" 

His only response was another smirk and a head shake, looking down. But after a moment he turned back up to me. "Wait, you actually think I'm Patrick?"

"Well-"

I was interrupted by laughter. "Oh Pete, you really don't know anything, do you?" He questioned, lowering his voice into that frighteningly calm tone. 

"I," He continued, pointing to his eyes, "am not Patrick. I'm a, how would you say, a separate entity. He has no control over me. So no matter how hard you plead, and how hard you beg, you won't be getting him back."

"No!" I responded defiantly. "That's not true!"

"Oh Pete, you know it's true. You just love him too much to accept it."

I put my head down in shame. He had no business seeing me like this, but I could still feel his eyes boring into me. This was not going like I had planned.

"He misses you." He stated. I looked up. "What?"

"Come on, Pete. Don't play dumb." He snapped, then bit his lip. "He misses you a lot." He smirked at those words, like he wanted to hurt me.

Unfortunately, it was working. I wanted to look away, but I knew I couldn't. I kept eye contact. "Shut up." I murmured, balling up my fist.

"There it is." He sneered, getting what he wanted, which was my reaction. Why did I have to say anything. "You're getting it now, aren't you?" He said as he crept towards me, the smile on his face getting bigger.

I tried to back off, but I was paralyzed. I couldn't do this. 

"He cries, a lot. He begs, and he pleads me not to hurt you." He continued, that evil smile still growing on his face. I was getting angry. I couldn't take it! Patrick was suffering, and it was my fault!

"Get out of him, you son of a bitch!" I screamed, propelling my fist towards his face. But he caught it and pinned me against the door. I winced in pain as I heard my knuckles pop.

"You think you could get rid of me, just like that!?" He laughed, his yellow eyes boring into my soul. "No. No matter what happens, I will always be stronger than you. Patrick is mine, and he is never coming back!"

He let go of my fist and hit me hard in the face with his hook, sending me hurtling towards the ground. I tried to get up, but he was too fast. The last thing I could comprehend was a straight blow to my head before I felt myself falling into unconsciousness. It didn't take long before I finally blacked out.
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Patrick's Pov:
I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as I knelt on the ground, the metaphysical shackles around my wrists and ankles being the only things keeping me from hurtling towards the demon at full speed.

"NO!" I cried out, trying to see through the darkness, then put my head down and started to sob. "Please, please don't-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before I got choked up on my own tears.

The demon turned around, an angry look in his glowing eyes. "Are you serious?" He questioned, raising his voice.

"We made a deal." He growled, his footsteps echoing. "I wouldn't hurt your precious family, and you would let me get this done."

I wouldn't look at him. I just kept my eyes to the floor. I knew this was coming, I was just taking it a lot harder than I thought.

He must have noticed that too, for he huffed. "Bitch and whine." He started, like he was talking to a child. "That's all you do. You just bitch!" He kicked me in the side at those words. "And whine!"

I cried out in pain, my tears not showing any signs of stopping. But he wasn't done yet. He picked me up and grabbed me by the throat, choking me in the process.

"If I had the strength, I would have killed you a long time ago." He snarled, then threw me to the ground. I went into a coughing fit, which did not go well with the crying fit I was having.

"Dammit!" He cursed as I heard him walk away. I looked up, to see him looking at Pete through my eyes. I could see him shaking his head. I could almost see him biting his lip.

He then turned to me, looking like a light bulb went off in his head. "You know what, I'm not going to kill Pete." He said, starting to smile. "I'm going to do something much worse."

My jaw dropped in horror. I knew what he was thinking. I couldn't let that happen.

"N-no." I managed to mutter. He just laughed, walked to me, knelt down grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "Yes, because I know that would destroy you."

I shut my eyes. He let go, then stood up to look at Pete again. "How could I not? After all, he is irresistibly attractive."

"Shut up!" I managed to scream. The response I got was an invisible blow, knocking me a few yards back. "It's amazing how you two have the same damn weak spot; each other." He smirked.

He walked to me and kicked me over onto my back. "You two are almost as bad as the Winchesters." He chuckled. He then climbed on top of me and wrapped his hand around my throat again. "Once I'm done with them, Peter will be mine."

He let go of my throat and got off, going over to take control of my body again. "Wait!" I called out, rolling over on my side. I was weak, and I was tired. "Just, let me sleep. Please."

He turned to me, a nasty snarl on his face. "Why put you under now?" He giggled, almost excited. "The fun's just beginning!" He grabbed my hair and dragged me to the front where I could see Pete clearly.

I was about to do the unspeakable, to my best friend, and all I could do was watch.