Miss Missing You

#2

The icy metal was rubbing my skin raw, every step sending chilling stings through my arm. I bit my lip to stop the pain from interrupting my concentration. Little hairs on my neck risen and eyes scanning every little detail around me looking for anyone or anything suspicious. Each car that raced by raised my attention towards them. I could feel sweat rolling down my back as the sun beat down on me like hail and hawks surfed on the morning breeze like waves. I walked swiftly praying that I get to Pete's house before anyone tracked me down if they hadn't already. 

My feet ached and I honestly had no idea why I didn't just take an uber considering his house was about 5 miles away from mine, but I enjoyed it while I could. Plus Pete's house makes me feel more at home than my own house does, probably because he is there and I can constantly harass him when I visit. However, this time I wasn't going there for tickle fights or late night Netflix binging, instead we were going to research any anti-music rebel groups and maybe get some information on who the silencer is while we are at it. Not exactly my idea of a romantic night but at least it would go towards keeping the gang alive and possibly stop the world from going insane.

I sighed, just the thought of actually being the people who could possibly ¨save the world¨ is pretty nerve wrecking and puts a lot of pressure on you. My eyes wandered over too a pristine little church oddly sitting a couple feet away from the two buildings on either side of it. The thing that caught my eye was the vines and ivy crawling up the cracked walls into a broken stained glass window. I slowed down to get a better look at the picture on the window and saw that it was a strange symbol I didn't recognize, a large blunt slash crossed out a music note. I stopped and pulled out my phone, quickly snapping a picture before I looked like some kind of weirdo.

¨Well that's definitely no place Id go to pray (for the wicked on the weekend)¨ I muttered under my breath as I began walking again.

I continued to walk down the concrete path, kicking a rock about 4 blocks and checking my phone periodically for any messages. The cars were starting to multiply as the sun started to rise and chirps filled the crisp morning air making the quiet little town feel a little more lively. I sang a little tune along with the birds while I walked,

(centuries theme)

Da da da da

la da da da

da da da da

da da da daa

*Screech*

My head snapped up and my feet planted onto the ground as I heard the sound of tires screeching across the concrete curb to a halt. I met eyes with a kid about 18 years younger than me with curly chocolate hair tucked under a black beanie. He was dressed in a simple plain white tank top with black skinny jeans, but on his face, he wore a smile. I forced a smile, still hesitant about whether or not to trust the seemingly harmless kid, but right now I-

|Third Pov|

A bleach blonde woman in all black walked behind Patrick and jabbed a taser into his neck, snickering as his fragile body fell to the ground, his pale skin against the lush green grass. Pulling off her ski mask, she improvised and used it as a gag, not noticing the young boy was hastily biking down the concrete sidewalk.

Quickly she dragged his body behind a little brown house knowing somebody had obviously seen her since it was rush hour. She picked up Patrick's lanky body and carried him down multiple graffitied alleyways and bars. No one stopped her, everyone who saw her ceased their talking and gawked as she continued trudging towards her destination. 

A few blocks later she stopped in front of an old storage unit, threw Patrick's body in front of the door, and walked away to snatch her next victim.