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

Chapter #8 (The Mighty Fall):

Patrick looks around, he notices that they are in a park. There's a hill, and a buzzing fills the air. "You guys hear that?" Pete asks, looking at his fellow hostages. Patrick nods, as a group of kids, ride down the hill on bikes. That must've been what the buzzing noise was. Patrick thinks. They stop at the top of the hill, and hop off of their bikes.

Patrick looks at the line of kids. One has a machete in their hands, others have bats. And a few others take apart their bikes, and hold up their bike's handle bars like they were planning to swing it at someone. But those things don't really catch Patrick's eyes, instead he was more focused on one of the kids. This one he recognized.

It was the kid who smiled at him right before he got tased in the neck, from behind. So he was smiling about the person sneaking up behind me. Patrick realizes, sighing. The kid, however, isn't holding a weapon, he holds a boom box? Before Patrick could think of a reason as to why he had such an item, the kids ran down the hill.

"Uh, I think we should run." Brendon says, balancing Ryan by putting his arm around him. Pete nods. "Let's move." Ryan and Brendon race of to the left, Ryan groans as they race off. Pete has already gone off to the left, when the two kids with the bike handle bars chase after him. The kids with the bats, and the kid with the machete follow Ryan and Brendon. Patrick, in a panic, ran around the van, with Beat Box Kid behind him.

Much to Patrick's surprise, the kid is keeping up with him, even with that heavy beat box in his hands. Patrick could hear the boy's heavy breathing behind him. Patrick notices a root from a nearby tree, sticking out of the ground, but he notices it too late. He trips over it, and falls on his face.

He pushes himself up, and now the kid is right on top of him. He makes it to a clearing, and then he hears a click. Music starts to play. He stops, turning around. He starts to walk towards the music. Wait, why am going towards him?! I should be running away! Patrick hears a snap, and he sees the kid fall to the floor. A man stands where the kid stood.

Patrick makes his way towards the man. The man holds up his hand, as if telling Patrick to stop. The man turns off the music. "Run. Get out of here, do not look back." "Who are you?" Patrick asks. "Sean. Now, go!" Patrick frowns, confused about why he stopped running in the first place, and who this guy was. He was also a bit disturbed by the young boy's body lying on the ground, head cocked in a impossible way.

"ARE YOU DEAF?! GO! I'll be right behind you." He says. Patrick, kind of scared of this guy, listens, and runs, but isn't sure if he wants the 'Sean' to follow him. What if he kills me too? Patrick wonders. What if he's a part of this horrible group, and is just trying to gain my trust so that they can drag me back to do who knows what? Patrick looks back, just for a second, and notices something flying towards the Sean's back.

"Look out!" Patrick says, but it's too late. A tomahawk flies in Sean's back. Sean falls down, groaning. Patrick sees who threw the tomahawk right away. One of the girls that captured them had thrown it, and she smirks. Patrick raced away, not wanting to get captured again. He couldn't help but wonder who Sean was. Maybe he was a good guy, after all. And am I a bad person for abondoning him? Thoughts swirl in Patrick brain, as he ducks behind a tree to hide.

Pete groans. The kids with bike handle bars had him crawling on all fours as they beat him to a pulp. I wonder how Patrick is fairing? Pete wonders. He saw Brendon and Ryan take off in the same direction, so Pete hoped they had better luck fending off the kids with bats. The two kids let up just a bit, and Pete makes a break for it. He curls up in a small hole by a tree. Please be fairing well, guys... He thinks, looking around at his surroundings.

Brendon and Ryan pant as they race away from their pursuers. Ryan groans as he is pretty much being dragged by Brendon, and they had to climb over a log. "Brendon." Ryan says, adjusting a little. "No, don't talk, save your strength. You're going to need it." Brendon says, with a grunt as he trudges forward. "About that, I think you should go on without me." Brendon scoffs. "You are not getting self-sacrifical on me. If we're going to get out of this, we're doing it together." Ryan groans. "Bren, I'm just dead weight. I can barely stand on my own. Let alone run for who knows how far! It's better for you to leave me." Brendon growls. "No, Ry. I just got you back, I'm not losing you again, come on. We're almost out of the forest, we'll rest there, okay?" Ryan, knowing Brendon is way to stubborn sometimes, agrees to be dragged off into the forest, despite his better judgement.

Patrick has been running non-stop for he doesn't know how long. He spies a highway, but before he could even plan to do anything, he collapses. He feels sleep threaten to take him to Dream Land. He had lost his pursuers ages ago, but he knew that he couldn't stay out in the open. But I'm soo tired. His body complains. He groans, and before he knew it, or could stop it, he falls fast asleep.

Brendon groans, as he inspects the machete wound that sliced into his leg. They had made it out of the forest, but one of the kids managed to slice his leg just before Ryan and Brendon got out. "I told you something bad would happen! This is exactly what I was talking about!" Ryan says, shaking his head. "I know, and I'm sorry. But I couldn't leave you." Ryan sighs. As they sit there in silence, the moon starts to set over head.