Andy's p.o.v
I feel myself being shoved into a car, along with 4 other people? I lost count.
"Hey! Ow! Stop that please!" A voice hissed.
"Who...?" I asked, I couldn't see anything, but could feel a body slumped against me.
"It's me, Joe, your shoulders are hitting me, a lot."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay, just try not to move so much." Joe said, as another person groaned.
"My head is killing me right now..." A tiny voice beside me said. I quickly turn to the voice, hitting Joe again.
"Andy! What did I just say?!"
"Sorry...!"
"Where...?" The voice asked again.
"Probably to hell..." Joe sighed. The voice laughed. It was kinda cute.
"We're not going to hell Joe. We'll be alright." Pete said, waking up now.
"So, where's Patrick?" I asked.
"Here." Patrick replied.
"That's great, now who's this tiny person slumped against me?"
"Sorry, I'll get off once I'm untied."
"Name?"
"Han-"
"Like Han Solo? From Star Wars?"
"How do I put this, yes, and no."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not Harrison Ford. Second of all, yes we do share the same name, but I never had a last name."
"Why not?"
"My parents abandoned me on the streets of Chicago."
"Oh."
"Yep. Now my turn to question. Is there a man named Patrick Stump here?"
"Here." Patrick replied to the small voice.
"Damn. I didn't want to meet you in this type of situation."
"Are you a fan?" Patrick asks.
"Kid, are you sure this is the right Patrick?" I ask him. I hear him sigh.
"His voice is really similar to the one I heard 5 years ago." Suddenly, the vehicle comes to a halt, and I smell something burning. Then I feel something rubbing on my ropes.
"Hey, who's doing that?" I ask the person, breaking free, and pulling off the potato sack from my head.
"Me." Patrick replied with his hands still tied, but breaking everyone's binds with his hook. I got out the van and helped the others off.
As soon as Patrick comes out, Pete uses the fire extinguisher to put out the flames. I start coughing due to the stuff in the extinguisher, and because there was to hard to breathe. I spot a tiny kid next to me eyeing something in the distance.
"Hey kid, whatcha looking at?" I pat him. He stumbles forward a bit, but catches himself in the process.
"A group of angry looking kids coming at about 12 o'clock." He replies, and brushes some of his hair out of his eyes.
"Wait, who's coming?" Joe asks.
"A group of angry kids, he said." I told him. They came closer, then halted a few meters away from us, carrying weapons.
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FanficHan, a 12 year old boy was left alone in the streets of Chicago at the age of 3. Patrick, Pete, Andy, and Joe need to get that case before it falls into the wrong hands. Han is still looking for the man that took him in 5 years ago, and repay him fo...
