Subject 208

Chapter 8~Suspicions

{Pete's POV}

     I woke up around 8:30 that night. Yawning and stretching, I climbed off of the couch, freezing as I only then realized I was on the couch. Memories of the previous night hit me- checking on Patrick, then going back downstairs and continuing to watch TV on the couch. I must have fallen asleep. 

     Shrugging, I headed into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee before taking a seat at the dining room table. After a few minutes, I could hear Patrick coming down the stairs, turning as he appeared in the doorway. 

     I smiled, happy to see him, but he simply gave me a tiny smile and looked away, taking a seat across the table from me. "Hi, 'Trick. Sleep well?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee. 

     He nodded, staring at the table in front of him, and otherwise not saying a word. "Hey, is everything alright? You were acting kind of strange earlier this morning, and you're acting kind of strange now. What's wrong, Pat?" I wondered. 

     He kind of froze, avoiding eye contact with me. "Nothing. I'm just...It's just a little awkward...getting used to everything around here. I mean, I'm...I'm free now." he said. 

     I felt like he was lying, but I wasn't sure. "Alright. If anything is wrong, you can talk to me, Pat. Just know that. I'm here for you. We're friends." I said. He nodded, falling into silence once again.

     The silence was broken a while later by a knock at the door. Patrick jumped, his breath catching in his throat. "Relax, Pat. I'll just tell them to go away." I said, getting up and heading towards the door. 

     "No, wait!" Patrick shouted, making me stop in my tracks. 

     "Oh!" I gasped, turning back to him and seeing the familiar yellow eyes, which were narrowed menacingly. "Vaughn? What...What's wrong?" I asked. 

     He turned to the door, a low growl emitting from his throat. "Urie." he spat. 

     "Brendon? Oh, God! Alright, you and Patrick need to hide. I'll get rid of him. Do not come out until I tell you to, alright?" I said. 

     He nodded, gone in the blink of an eye as he sped silently up the stairs in search of shelter. I turned as Brendon knocked on the door again. I ran to it and opened it, smiling when I saw Brendon. "Hey!  What's up?" I asked casually. 

     "Sorry, it's so late, but nobody realized until now and I thought I should tell you what happened in person." he explained. 

     "What happened?" I wondered, already having a feeling as to what he was going to say.

     "208 escaped from the lab." he said. I internally panicked. 

     "What? How? That's...That's impossible. That lab's security is as good as gold. They wouldn't have let him get out." I said, trying to not smile at the fact that it wasn't good enough to allow me to break out a vampire. 

     "I don't know. I just thought I'd tell you before your dad did. We're trying to find him now. You don't know anything about where he could have gone, do you?" he asked, almost accusingly. I tried my hardest to hide my offense at his tone, praying he didn't see through the facade.

     "No idea. My dad? What did he say?" I wondered. 

     Brendon grimaced. "Um, that's the thing I didn't want to have to tell you. He's...coming to the lab tomorrow morning, and he wants to talk to you." he said.

    "Oh. Um, that's...that's great. Well, Thanks, Brendon. I'll be there." I said, rubbing a hand down the back of my neck.

    "Alright, no problem. I guess I'll...see you tomorrow." he said, before walking away from the door. I watched as he climbed into his car and drove away. Once he was gone, I closed and locked the door.