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I've been blessed. Look at little Pattycakes. I love them so much. They're out here being entire icons.

Brendon was already wearing a decently dark outfit. He had navy blue pants on and a white shirt. He throws on a dark AFYSCO hoodie. It isn't his, it was Ryan's. It doesn't matter though, Ryan wouldn't care. Brendon is on the hunt.

And he's pretty sure he's got evidence.

All he needs to do if gather it.

Brendon sneaks across the grass. It's itchy and flies keep diving in his face. He's sure mosquitos are biting him mad. Whatever, if he can get this evidence, a few itchy days wouldn't matter. He makes it to the dark road. He smiles, he's almost at his destination.

Carefully, he pokes his head out and checks both ways. The soft hood falls over his face as he steps out. The road is about the width of a small field. Maybe 30 yards. Not terribly long but it's a long walk. He's in a quieter area of town. Only a few lone houses sit a mile apart. They're carefully set aside from the suburbs nearby. A bird flies a few feet in front of him, flying toward the left. He watches it.

Then there's a soft rumble.

What is that?

He should probably text Patrick and tell him it'll rain. It's probably thunder.

Except...it's getting louder.

Brendon barely has time to turn his head before a large, hard, and heavy object slams into his right side. He screams in pain, rolling over the object and landing horribly on his leg. The bone shakes under pressure before ultimately snapping with a gut-retching sound. Brendon throws his head back and wails. He watches lights turn on.

It's a car.

Brendon does everything he can to memorize it.

Small.

Sleek.

Dark.

He feels like he's seen it before. Not many times but at least once or twice. The lights of the car blind him but he can make out a figure walking toward him.

"Who are you?" He shakily raises an arm in a poor attempt to see them.

"Shut up." They grumble before hitting him with a blunt object.

His vision fades to black.

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"BRENDON!" Ryan screeches.

Pete stands abruptly, rushing toward his best friend who sobs into the phone.

Patrick grabs the phone from Ryan, who is too weak to hold himself up. He just shakes with soundless sobs wracking through him.

"Hello?" Patrick asks.

"Patrick." Brendon mumbles weakly.

"Where are you?"

"It hurts, Patrick. It all hurts."

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