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Alone TogetherIn the dark there was the echoing sounds of screams. Pete’s soles snapped against the decaying lino of the long hallway. The air he gulped tasted musty and sat heavily in his aching stomach. He rounded a corner. What had they fed him; he wondered the thought crashing quickly beneath the need for Joe, Andy and Patrick. The names repeated, a name for a step; Joe, Andy, Patrick. He twisted as he ran; the hallway behind him was empty. They couldn’t be far behind. He squeezed the gory hook in his hand and kept going.Alone Together by Seraph5
“Come on, come on, fuck! Come on!” he snarled under his breath, the shouts of horror in the hallways sounding no different, giving no clue of direction. He could hear Joe and Andy but Patrick’s voice had vanished. The building was a maze. He gagged fighting to hold his pace and keep his stomach down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of frosted glass doors, different from the endless parade of dingy wooden doorways before. He trie
Weigh You Down Ch.1Please read the author's notes before reading this. Thank you.Weigh You Down Ch.1 by courtneybrian
I felt the consciousness glide back to me as I opened my eyes to the bright morning. Blinking a few times, I straightened up in my bed, letting the memories of last night fill my head. I cursed myself for listening to Andy again as I felt the sharp sting on the back of my skull. Of course; of course I just had to go to that party.
And right now I was trying to open my eyes, swinging my legs off the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the major throbbing that was now all over my brain. I god rid of my already unzipped jeans, studying myself in the mirror between the flocks of black hair. I didn't look so bad, except the fact the left side of my neck was covered in teeth marks and my eyeliner was smeared all over my eyes. I looked at the clock and suddenly realized I had school in half an hour. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I was starting to get dressed when my eyes caught one last detail the mirror hadn't
LLW The Resistance Ch1p1Chapter 1: The ResistanceLLW The Resistance Ch1p1 by Seraph5
It had been a long time since such unrest had infected the inhabitants of Base 5. The fear was carried from one person to another like a virus spread with words. They had heard a lumen had been captured and brought into the base, their last haven. It was a dangerous move and while the decision had not been made lightly, they resented it. The leader of the resistance in Base 5 went to meet the hunting team halfway to the holding cell. He waited in the empty hall that had been cleared for the creatures passing. He watched the lights that lit the metallic grey corridor, every third one red to warn of the danger in the area. His right hand hung on the holster on his hip, which did not carry a gun but instead carried a large flashlight. It wasn't long before a hunting team of four rounded the corner, dragging with them the lumen. The team all dressed in ragged white stood in stark contrast to the lumen that was all in black. He struggled against the hands t
LLW The Resistance Ch1p2"First aid kit?" Patrick asked Williams. She stared at him for a moment before pointing to a white box on the shelving unit in the corner. He strode past the researchers, lifting the box off the shelf and then walked back out the door of the o-room. He stood in front of the holding cell door, turned the small levers on the side of his goggles to reduce the light and slipped inside the holding cell. The lumen stared up at him and ceased pulling on the chains, though a low growl issued from the back of his throat. Patrick stared down at him pausing just inside the doorway. Immediately through the speakers he heard Williams' voice on the microphone that allowed the o-room to communicate with the holding cell.LLW The Resistance Ch1p2 by Seraph5
"Patrick, what are you doing?" she asked, her tone slightly concerned.
"Testing a theory," Patrick said warily, keeping his eyes on the lumen. "Watch him."
"Okay," came Williams' voice and then the speaker went quiet. He couldn't help noticing the reluctance in her tone.
LLW The Resistance ch2p2But Aren't All Dreams Just Interludes Anyway?LLW The Resistance ch2p2 by Seraph5
"Dude, wake up!"
Patrick felt light headed as his surroundings rolled in around him like pieces of a set in a play. He sat up and shook his head then looked around wondering if he'd always been there. The place seemed surprisingly familiar and yet had a distinctly fake appearance, like the lounge chairs were made of cardboard. The immaculate carpet was made of sewn wool. The large window panes with sweeping views of landing strips and airplanes were giant TV screens. The song playing on the PA was 'LAX to O'Hare' instead of dull flight times and ads for restaurants in the food courts. Only one thing around him looked perfectly normal and wholly real.
"Pete is it really you?" Patrick breathed dumbfounded. Standing over him looking down was Pete Wentz all in white. He nodded vigorously. His hair was short and he was sporting a beard. His irises were dark with crows feet reaching cheerily outwards. His skin was tanned a
[PETERICK] The IncidentPatrick sits crying in the corner, hair falling in his face and fat tear drops staining his cheeks.[PETERICK] The Incident by RaspberryKites
Pete stands there dumbfounded. What was he supposed to do? To say? What exactly was expected of him right now? He didn't know, the situation in itself was pretty tame but he knew his boyfriend, he knew how this stuff effected him.
“It's just-I didn't know, I thought..” Patrick starts, his voice shaking from the pressure, his hands balling into fists as his grip on the bedsheets tighten. He thinks, he thinks about what he saw. He thinks about how stupid and pathetic he's being right now but that shit isn't something he was used to. It came so unexpectedly.. so suddenly. Should he be crying? Probably not.
“I know Pat, I know. It's okay though, I promise. ” Patrick shakes his head because no, nothing is ever gonna be okay again. He doesn't care that he's overreacting, he's 17 for fucksake. He has no concept of life, of the world around him. On top of that, he's alway
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