Child • Jøshler

chapter thirty eight

Trigger warning: blood

"Brendon? Brendon?!" Josh hopelessly shouted at Tyler's phone, but Brendon already hanged up. Josh cursed, kicking his boxing bag again.

Dammit, Josh's hot when he's angry.

Not now, Tyler, not now.

...

"Hey buddy" Brendon said, shaking his head and turning into his human self again as he approached a random tree.

Not too random though.

Patrick was tied to it, pretty far off the ground. He was struggling, trying to escape the tight white ropes. He was somewhere in between of his two personas. He managed to smile, glad to have somebody find him.

"Please be quick" Patrick pleaded, a little bit scared of Brendon attacking him. He was always at risk, even though it was probably unneeded.

Brendon closed his eyes, deep in thought as he focused on only transforming his hands. Those sharp claws will definitely come in handy in this situation. Successful, he easily tore the ropes apart and Patrick landed safely. Patrick went to hug Brendon as a thank you, but a loud sound cut them off

"Hey! Two! Two! There's two of them there! Hurry!"

"Go, Bren!" Patrick pushed Brendon and started to run away alone. Panicking, confused and alerted, Brendon pushed himself off the ground and transformed mid-air, flying off. A few bullets almost caught him, but luck was on his side at that moment.

...

Pete unlocked the front door, looking at Dallon as he walked away. Sighing, he entered his home.

"Dad, I'm home" he called, leaving his jacket in the hallway. He looked through the opened door on the right, finding the living room completely empty. It was odd, knowing his Dad is usually always watching TV; always.

Well, unless his Mom made some cake.

He figured that was the case and thus walked a little bit further down the hallway until he reached a doorless doorframe that led into the dining room slash kitchen. He pocketed his phone before entering the area.

He gasped at the sight, the things he and Patty had taken to Brendon's place for the sleepover fell from his hands and onto the floor.

Both his parents were tied each to a chair. There were bloodied cloths in their mouths. Their head hung downwards, their skin was paler than ever. On the right side of Mr Wentz' head and the left side of Mrs Wentz head - bloody holes of where bullets were shot straight into their brains. Blood streamed from the holes onto their cheeks and their ruined clothes.

Behind the deceased, stood three men in black uniforms; each had with a rifle in hands.

Pete's scars suddenly started to sting. Not for real, only mentally. Because he knew these were the people who'd done this to him. And they've killed his parents too.

Without thinking much, Pete turned around and ran up down the hallway, making his way to the living room. He could obviously hear the men following him, but he appeared to be faster; probably due to the lack of weapon. He pushed his father's blue armchair onto the doorway.

The men were quick to appear at the doorway of the living room, rising their rifles up. One of them went to say something, but Pete already rose one of his mother's porcelain vases and threw it at the men. The men ducked down to avoid the object.

Pete threw another vase and that gave him enough time to open the window and jump out. Instead of running, he kneeled down underneath the window, waiting to hear any sounds. There was a lot of shouting, a lot of furniture getting knocked over.

Pete was panting, looking at his surroundings in paranoia.

"Pete!"

Pete jumped at the whisper-shout behind him. It was Patrick. Pete smiled and let out a relieved sigh, spreading his arms out to give Patrick a hug.

"Patty, they-" Pete begun but Patrick cut him off, shaking his head.

"I know, they got me in the woods"

Pete nodded, but his brows fast furrowed "How'd you escape them?"

"Brendon stumbled upon me" Patrick explained quickly, scanning their surroundings with his eyes, rising up only a slight bit to get a tiny bit of a view at the Wentz' living room. He gulped looking down at Pete again and giving him one of his iconic innocent smiles.

"God bless him"

"Careful, you're blessing the devil" Patrick laughed. Pete laughed as well and that might've just been what revealed their hiding spot.

One of the men leaned against the window sill to look outside right when Patrick looked up. Patrick cursed, grabbing Pete's hand and pulling him. They were soon running away.

"C'mon, shoot, shoot" Pete whispered prayers.

Fortunately, the men opened fire. No, Pete didn't want to get shot. He just wanted Patrick to get triggered. They'll be faster that way. Angrily, Patrick transformed and picked Pete up, running off.

But only a couple of feet before Patrick collapsed to the ground. He was his normal self again. His eyes were tightly shut, he was either trying real hard to go something or was in a lot of pain.

"P- Patty?" Pete stuttered out, terrified.

"I- I can't transform"