I Don't Know Lol

Late

(This is going to be about MLAnderson0)

         12am, and yet he still couldn't sleep. Patrick sat at the kitchen table of his home, staring at nothing. Shaun was trying to avoid him again, Stormy... he hadn't checked up on her yet, and Eric was finally gone; having decided to heed Patrick's final warning. He sighed and stood up, then transported himself to Stormy's apartment, despite knowing how late it was. 

    Surprisingly, he found her awake, seated on her couch, searching for something to watch on T.V. He stood just near the front door, out of her line of sight. "Hello Stormy," She jumped and quickly turned her head to look at him, not expecting him to be there. "Hey Patrick. what are you doing here?" she was about to get up, but he gestured for her to stay seated and walked over to her instead, sitting down on the ground near her legs. He sighed, then smiled slightly at her. "I was unable to sleep, and decided to check on you. what's your excuse?" he asked it in a manner that almost made him sound like Michael.  "Same here." She responded. 

    Stormy couldn't help but wonder why he was being so civil at the moment. He could be extremely violent; Stormy's experience was proof enough; and yet now he was deciding to act like a normal person? She went along with it, but felt a sense of foreboding; like something worse was coming, and she'd be caught up in it. Her thoughts were broken when he spoke up again. "So," He said, as if testing his words, "I believe that you've been meeting with my brother without my knowledge of it." The slight smile he had worn before was gone, and he looked up at her. Stormy looked back at him, her body slight tense. He knew; of course he knew. Patrick stood up, towering over her, especially now with her being seated. "You have, haven't you?" He said slowly, leaning a bit over her, which scared the female a bit more. She slowly nodded, and he backed away. 

      Stormy panicked internally; what was he planning? Was he even planning anything at all? Would he-? Her thoughts were interrupted by him grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. She made no noise, but did become a bit more pale when he pulled her up. He began to lead her away, to another room. Once at the door, he turned to face her, his grip never faltering. "I should thank you, Stormy," He smiled, but it was a bit more menacing then before. "You've just helped me find my brother." Before she could even think to respond, he threw her into the room and locked the door before she could stand. She rushed to the door, banging on it. "Patrick, please! Let me go! Leave Shaun alone!" Her cries fell on deaf ears. He just stood against the door, listening to her shout. Finally, she went quiet, only soft sobbing now in place of her desperate pleas. He said calmly, "Stormy. You are going to do something for me. If you don't, well... let's hope you don't find out, for your sake." She stopped sobbing for a moment. "W-What is it?" She asked, her voice shaking. Patrick smiled; he would be seeing his brother sooner then he thought.

(There we go! As always, i'll check back later for improvement!)