Child • Jøshler

chapter thirty føur

Trigger warning: blood, murder

"What do you see?" Patrick asked, not wanting to look down because the height was scary. How can Brendon fly up this high?

Brendon groaned ever so quietly "Patrick, let's just go, they'll be fine"

"Please, tell me!" Patrick begged still "You wanted to eat me, you at least owe me information on my Pete!"

Brendon sighed sadly. He knew there was no way he can say he's sorry. He's gone too far. He stopped and flew in place, waving his wings carefully so he doesn't hurt Patrick or Dallon accidentally. He looked down.

"Uhm" he squinted his eyes "Tyler and Josh are still standing there... Pete... Oh. P-P-Pete's- He's under a net, they've c-caught him"

Patrick's hold on Brendon's hand tightened to the point where Brendon could swear his bones were broken. Letting out a pained 'ah', Brendon let go of Patrick's hand.

"Patty, no!" Dallon screamed, watching alongside Brendon as Patrick fell from big height.

Patrick transformed mid-air and thus safely landed. From the moment his feet touched the ground, he was running full speed toward where Pete, Tyler and Josh were.

"You think we should go after him?" Dallon asked, looking up at Brendon. His arm was starting to hurt from basically hanging off Brendon.

Brendon shook his head "Nah, they can't beat Patrick. He'll deal with them"

"But he's injured!"

"It's Patrick!" Brendon looked down to lock stares with Dallon "Patrick Stump! He could kill off every Mexican in a month if he wanted to!"

Dallon looked down and whispered "Trump would be happy to hire him"

Brendon heard him and laughed.

They flew off, headed home.

...

Josh was shaking, having a hard time catching his breath. Tyler had pulled him back by surprise, Pete getting caught under the net was only worse.

It wasn't an ordinary net. No, this was much worse. The net was made of metal. And the metal was boiling hot. Pete was screaming in pain; the burning metal was leaving scars on his body, burning his clothes.

Josh wanted to go and help, but Tyler held him back. He thus realized it would've been a bad idea anyways. He wouldn't be able to take the net off Pete's body.

They could either stand there and watch Pete scream in pain or they could run away.

Then, Patrick ran into the place, roaring angrily. He tore the net off Pete and turned to the men. He was panting, counting the enemies up and concluding this'll be easy. He growled quietly at them. Tyler and Josh were fast to carry Pete over to where they were standing, trying to make him stop screaming, but they weren't very successful. They couldn't blame Pete either; his whole body was filled with burning scars. Some scars were so deeply burnt, blood started to pour out of them.

"What do we have here?" one of the men smiled "Another one?"

"His eyes aren't red"

"Well" the first man continued "It appears children don't always have red eyes"

"He's not a vampire, leave him alone!" Tyler shouted from the back.

Josh shushed him though "Don't. Patrick can take care of himself"

Tyler nodded, silencing. He could well remember the tight grip Patrick held on his throat. Patrick was powerful, he needs to trust Patrick.

"A vampire?" the men all laughed "You kids've been reading too much science fiction!"

Tyler and Josh cringed, turning their heads to each other (how the hell can Josh still be hot, even while freaking cringing).

But Patrick wasn't hearing any of that. His growl started to rise in volume, up to the point where it turned into a roar and he ran straight into one of the men. His dirty palms were already on the man's throat, tearing his head off. Blood sprayed all over Patrick's face. The other men cursed and got their weapons out. But Patrick heard them as they started to load the rifles. He was quicker than them, kicking the rifles out of the men's hands. A few of them ran off; the two who spoke the most were the first to run. Patrick continued to tear people's heads and limbs out.

"Pick him up and let's go!" Josh said semi-loudly, getting a hold of Pete's legs.

Tyler just stood there. He took a mental intermission. It was time he stops lying to himself. He likes Josh. But, a lot. Josh is beautiful and smart and everything about him was just to amazing. Tyler started to daydream about the two of them walking down a beach, hand in hand, giggling, kissing... even though it was really not the time for this right now.

He inhaled sharply, deciding he wants to show off. Maybe Josh'll start liking him back.

"Tyler?"

Tyler blinked, looking at Josh who was waiting for him. Josh was ever so carefully holding Pete's legs on the small places that weren't wounded.

Tyler pushed his shoulders back quickly in order to stretch, starting to move in supernatural speed. He picked Pete up thus surprising Josh. Josh gasped when he felt his feet quickly move off the ground.

Tyler was carrying both Josh and Pete, running away.

Pete was hyperventilating in between screams. Once he realized they were leaving the spot, he started to rapidly move his head in search of Patrick "Patty! No! Patty! Patty!"

Tyler's eyes widened in astonishment. Even though Pete was in unimaginable pain, Patrick was still his priority. If Peterick isn't true love, Tyler really doesn't know what is.

Tyler sighed, running back, but not stopping. He just made a circle around the place where Patrick was killing "Leave, Patrick! It's okay! Leave!"

Tyler ran to the hospital, starting to regret wanting to show off because carrying two people was hard.

Pete was thankful for Tyler's words. He hoped Patrick listened to those words, he hoped Patrick was going to be safe.