Hum Hallelujah for the Wicked! {A Young Blood Chronicles AU}

Chapter #7 (My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark [Light 'Em Up]):

2 Chainz (as he referred to himself as), sets a couple photos of Fall Out Boy, along with their vinyls, in a small box, in the trunk. He then picks up a flamethrower. "You ready?", asks one of the girls. 2 Chainz nods. "So long as kids keep up their end of the bargain, we should be good to go.", he says, setting down the flamethrower by the small box, and closes the trunk. "You guys take up the rear.", 2 Chainz says. "I got the stuff, you just need to drive those intolerant fools to the rendezvous point." Both girls nod. "Will do. Let's get going."

Patrick groans. He feels like his head has a elephant sitting on it. "Ow.", he says. He touches his stump, trying to identify what was put on it. It feels like leather, and is a cylinder. He feels something sticking up out of the cylinder. Curious, he runs his finger along it. It surprises Patrick that it's metal, and in a question mark shape. Someone had put a pirate-esque hook on his hand.

Upon realizing that, he yelps. "Pat-Patrick?", says a familiar voice, Pete's. "Pete?", Patrick asks. "It's me.", answers Pete. "I'm here, too.", Brendon says. Thank goodness, Patrick thinks. Patrick adjusts, and someone grunts. "Sorry." Patrick says. No one responds to his comment. Patrick hears shuffling, and something touch his stump, and starts rubbing against the hook. Patrick's first instinct is to pull his arm away, but he figured that be more trouble than it is worth.

As soon as Pete hears Patrick speak, he tries to pinpoint the origin. It sounded like it came from across him. He shuffles forward, places his hand on a hand? It can't be that, it's too leathery, Pete thinks. His hand feels the metal of the hook. Why does he have a hook? Hold up, I could cut my bonds with this! He rubs his bonds against it. At first he feels a jerk, but after that he doesn't experience any resistance.

After Pete cuts his bonds, he pulls the black bag off his head, and leans forward to untie Patrick's bonds. He squints, and sees Brendon next to him. Pete pulls Brendon's black bag off. "Pete? How'd you get free?", Brendon asks. Pete unties Brendon. "I think I know.", Patrick says, removing his black bag, with his right hand. He holds up his left hand, which, just as Pete assumed, has a hook. "Oh.", Brendon says, frowning.

Pete scans the van. He sees Brendon on his left, sees Patrick across from him, but when looks across from Brendon, he can't figure out who's across from him. "Um, hello?", Pete asks, tapping the person with his foot. "Bren...?", asks the person, turning his head. Brendon frowns, reaches to remove this person's black bag.

Brendon gasps. "RY?!", Brendon says, untying him. "It's so good to see you, Ryan." Ryan sighs. "I wish we could've see each other under better circumstances." He groans. "Now, who's your buddies here?", Ryan asks, motioning to Pete and Patrick. Brendon adjusts. "Well, Pirate over there is Patrick, and on my right is Pete. This is Ryan." Patrick smiles at Ryan. "Nice to meet you. 'Pirate?'" He asks, turning to Brendon. Pete taps Patrick's left hand. "Oh.", Patrick says. "Um, why do you have a hook for a hand?", Ryan asks. Patrick shrugs. "Those chicks put it on. Not sure why they'd give us something that could help us escape." Once Patrick mentioned 'those chicks', Ryan flinches. Patrick frowns. "Are you okay?", Patrick asks, looking at Ryan. Ryan looks at Brendon, and shrugs. "...Okay.", Patrick says, not wanting to press Ryan.

The car slows. "We're stopping.", Pete says. Brendon shushes Pete. A car door opens outside. The sound of gasoline splashing, and a flamethrower goes off. Smoke floats through the air. Brendon, Ryan, Patrick and Pete sit still, and quiet, waiting for something to happen.

After 2 Chainz had burned all the band equipment, posters, vinyls, CD's, and other memorabilia, he wanders over to the van he drove here in. "You girls follow behind me, the rendezvous point is not too far from here. Take two rights, and you're there." Both girls nod. "Let's get this show on the road. Seeing those fools running for their lives will be...", she pauses to find the right word. "Entertaining.", she says, smirking. The other girl chuckles. "This is already my favorite mission." They both hop into their van.

2 Chainz walks over to his van, and hops in, and turns around. He wasn't joining them at the rendezvous point. He was told to go report on the mission. And he is fine with that. I mean, why complain? It almost never gets you what you want, or at least that's what 2 Chainz thinks.

Everyone in the van hear low talking outside. Brendon moves over to the door. "Brendon!", Pete says. "What?", Brendon asks, turning around. "What are you doing? They'll see you!", Pete says. Brendon sighs. "I'm seeing if the door is unlocked.", Brendon says, with a shrug. "Why would they keep the door unlocked?", Ryan asks, which surprised Pete, as he hadn't said too much this whole ride.

Brendon groans. "I have to check, okay? What if it is unlocked, and we were unaware? We could be going to a secluded location to get shot executioner style! Best to avoid that option at all cost!" Ryan motions with his hand. "Go ahead, just try to be discreet." Brendon nods. "I'll try to be.", he says, as grabs the door handle. He sighs, and hits the door. "Locked?", Patrick asks. Brendon nods. "Well, guess that settles that.", Patrick says. "Looks like we're just gonna have to sit tight, and wait until they stop.", Pete adds.

The car stops. Car doors open, and two pairs of footsteps come closer. "Guys! Put the bag back on! I think their coming!", Brendon says, moving back to where he was sitting. The other three nod, putting their black bags back on. Patrick had some trouble with his, as he could only use his right hand. The door opens.

"Okay, let's move.", says a girl voice. "They're just over the hill.", says another feminine voice. The two pairs of footsteps leave. Pete pulls his black bag off again, frowning. "Did they just leave us here?", Pete asks. Brendon shrugs. "I dunno. But I think we should go before those people 'just over the hill' come. Especially if they're friends with those guys." No one argues as they hop out of van.