Pete woke up once again lying on the concrete flooring of the basement, hands locked tight in the restraints that he was so happy to have gotten free of.
While his head was foggy, he knew it was the hunger making him feel the way he was.
Though he couldn't remember much of what happened and why he was here.
Shouldn't he have been back home with Gabe?
Gabe.
The name of his friend sounded loud in his thoughts.
Causing his eyes to open wide.
Remembering.
'Was Gabe okay?' He thought, 'Did I hurt him?' He questioned and as questions like that ran through his head, his breathing sped up.
And he wasn't sure of the answer to any of them since he could only remember so much.
The last thing the could remember was waking up to Gabe and a strong feeling of hunger.
Like he's feeling now.
Head aching, throat dry, and unable to speak.
Or do anything really.
He couldn't do anything besides stay there, lying on the cold hard ground until someone came.
Which didn't happen for a while.
A long while.
By which point Pete was feeling lightheaded and unable to hold on any longer.
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The Phoenix
FanfictionFBR Multi-ship ~•~•~ "Death and then revival. The living dead." ~•~•~ (It's basically an "A Little Less 16 Candles! AU" and based on a shamchat.) "This is a conversation between A Little Less Sixteen Candles! Pete Wentz [x for prompt] and yoursel...
