Scars And Stories

Chapter 20

"What do we do?" Andy spoke up, bringing his boss out of his daze, "They're getting closer." He pointed at the screens.

Almost all the screens that showed the emergency staircase were now black. In the other screens, Andy and Pete watched as the infamous masked man made his way up the sixth floor while the others traveled down the corridors of other floors, looking for the room with the metal door that Ryan had seen in one of his dreams not so long ago.

"Stay here, and call me on the walkie-talkie when they're close to the room," He demanded before walking out of the room. Once out, he locked the door and smashed his walkie-talkie on the ground.

He made his way down the corridor of the sixth floor until he reached the room that held the machines controlling the chips. He opened the big metal door with a badge and left it open behind him. The main computer, the one that powered all the machines, stood in the middle, right in front of the door.

Pete's eyes slowly turned black as the machines boosted the old chip inside of him. He tried his hardest to resist the horrible taking over every bit of his existence.

Brendon stood beside him, his eyes completely black and a hurt look on his face. He gritted his teeth, saying, "I don't know how long I can resist."

"They're close," Pete told him with his deep voice. And as if on cue, the door of the emergency staircase flew open, hitting the wall. Brendon stood behind the door inside the room, out of sight.

Patrick took off his mask, holding it tight in his hand. His heart started racing and pounding against his chest, his eyes darkening as he grew angrier and closer to his goal.

He passed the door and stopped dead in his tracks. He stood in front of the entrance, glaring at Pete who was standing there, right before him.

Thoughts raced through the dirty blond's mind. He tried to calm down, but he couldn't keep all this anger inside of him.

He ran toward Pete and violently pushed him up to the machine behind him, pinning him against it. He held his throat with one hand and his right hand with the other. He looked straight in his eyes.

"Killing me won't do anything, Patrick," The black haired man choked out, "I-"

"Shut up!" Patrick yelled in his face, "I want an explanation why-" His voice cracked as tears formed in his dark grey eyes, "Why did you do this to me? I would never hurt you." He shut his eyes, seeing that moment five years ago flash in his head, the moment Pete stabbed him. "I would've taken a bullet for you," He added, opening his eyes to reveal his natural blue eyes with a yellow ring around the pupil, now red from the tears.

Pete shook his head slowly as his jaw shook. "I'm sorry, 'Trick. For this. For what I've become. It's not me, I know."

"Oh, it's not you, that's for sure," The dirty blond chuckled sadly, "But you're still the one who started this." He let go of his hand and looked down, reaching out to his back where a gun was hidden under his hoodie.

Brendon saw this and pulled out his gun, aiming for Patrick. Pete quickly put his hand up, stopping Brendon from shooting. Pete grabbed Patrick's wrist and the dirty blond glared at him as he tried to struggle out of his grip.

"I'm not the one you need to shoot." He nodded toward the big computer next to them, "You need to shoot that. It powers all the machines here, and controls all the chips. The scars on the back of our necks," He pointed at his, "This is why we're like this." Tears welled up his eyes.

Patrick shook his head and put his gun up. "I'm sorry."

Pete closed his eyes and a loud gunshot noise echoed in the room. His eyes shot open in shock. His vision went purple for a second. And he saw Patrick turn black for split second before returning to normal.

As he felt himself drifting off, the last thing he saw was Patrick's eyes rolling back in his head and him collapsing on the ground.

Running up the staircase, having heard the shouting and worried something was going wrong, Ryan was stopped dead in his tracks. A sharp pain emanated from the front of his head, and he gripped the ends of his hair, his entire body curling up in pain.

He lowered himself down onto the steps, the pain getting worse and worse, and just before the purple that began to soak his entire environment turned black, he saw the blood drip from the three men's necks slowly flow on the ground, pooling around Patrick's mask that was laying on the ground next to his body.

The end..