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Desolation Row

All That Pain

Pete’s heavy eyes fluttered open, squinting as he found himself staring into, what he could only assume as a bright light. The world was spinning as an aching pain tore up and down his body. He tried to move his hands to shield his eyes from the light only to discover his arms were unable to move. “What the fuck?” He cried, his eyes snapped open as his head darted wildly around the room. As his eyes began to focus, he noticed his shirt had been cut away from him and small, dried bloodstains tarnished his jeans. “Hello?” He called out, his voice echoing out into the dark spaces of the room. Pete stared up into a dimming light bulb and saw his hands cuffed together, the rusty chain cutting into his skin he dangled from the ceiling. “No, No please no!” He whimpered struggling in the chains, his legs swaying mercilessly as he tried to free himself.

“HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!” He screamed, sweat dripping down his forehead as he gave one last tug at the chain; It was useless. “What the hell is going on here?” He whimpered, panic rising in his voice as his heart began pounding in his chest. It soon dawned on him that he was alone; alone in the empty room that had become his cell. His body shivered as he hung from the ceiling, frantically yelling for help; the frightening thoughts her, lurking in the shadows, mocking him, waiting for the right moment to reach out and sending him to a gruesome end plagued his mind.

A loud screech suddenly rang out over his head. Pete winced as the noise ripped through his ears, sending a pain through his head. Soft music began to play overhead. He listened, the song Mad World quietly playing as a woman spoke. “Welcome to Bedlam Mental Institute. We hope you like it here Peter Wentz. In fact, you’ll like it so much, you’ll never want to leave... a loud, ghoulish laughter rang out across the room, sending a shiver down Pete’s spine. The laughter grew louder as Pete continued to desperately tug on the chain. “HELP! FUCKING HELP ME PLEASE! PLEASE! He begged, screaming into the abyss.

His cries were quickly cut off as a thick metal door squeaked open in front of him, banging against the wall and shaking the room. A bright light flooded his eyes, forcing him to shield his eyes as a footsteps walked inside the room, stopping in the doorway. The laughter stopped. The room was now deathly silent. As he struggled to open his eyes, he noticed a dark figure standing before him. “Hello Pete, I’d like to play a game.” A woman said as she stepped towards him.

******
Patrick sat in the World’s End pub, his head buried in hands as Gerard walked over to the table, a pint of beer in one hand and an orange juice in the other. “Here have this, you look like you need it” He said, somewhat sympathetically as he took a seat opposite Patrick, handing him the beer. Patrick looked up for a moment, nodding as he wrapped his hands around the pint glass and took a sip; wincing at its horribly bitter taste. “Thanks” He replied miserably, staring into the white froth that clouded at the top of the glass. He had never liked beer, but he appreciated the gesture. Gerard nodded, sipping his orange juice, watching Patrick intently; he really didn’t look good. Dark circles ghosted under his bloodshot eyes, his nails bitten down to skin and, when his head wasn’t buried in his arms, he was constantly worried, jumping at the slightest movement.

Gerard sighed, placing his drink on the beer mat, gazing outside onto the busy streets of Camden Town; he knew Patrick was edging closer to a dark place, he had been there once too many times himself. Yet, part of him, a harsh voice inside his head, kept telling him he was right all along. He had warned him to stay at home. He had warned him not to separate from Pete or to contact him and Frank but he refused to listen to reason. The voice was telling him that he’s suffering the consequences. Gerard shook it off, closing his eyes for a second as he silenced the irritating thought; nobody deserved to lose someone they loved, no matter how stupid they were.

Frank walked over to the table, flashing Gerard a friendly smile as he wandered over to the table; a vodka and coke in his hand. As he sat beside his friend, he patted Patrick on the back, making him jump up from his seat and knocking the beer glass over, spilling beer over the table. “Pat” Gerard groaned, rolling his eyes as a nearby waitress quickly came over to clean up the mess. “Sorry” He mumbled, nervously biting his nails. Frank glanced over at Gerard, a concerned look spreading over his face. “What actually happened back at the house Pat?” Frank asked, not taking his eyes off his boyfriend. Patrick sighed, tears welling in his eyes as his mind relived the memories of that night. “I...I came home and....and he was gone. He was gone and there... there was blood. There was blood in our room and... oh my god she had taken him...she took him Frank....” Patrick trailed off, burying his face in his hands as he tried to hold back the tears.

Frank slipped an arm around his shoulders, holding him close. “He’ll be ok” He said uncertainly, earning him a stern look from Gerard. What do you want me to say He mouthed at him, frowning as he squeezed him tightly, trying to calm him down. Patrick shook him off as he looked into Gerard’s dark eyes. “She’s coming for us Gee, I...I don’t know what to do I mean she’s going to kill us all isn’t she? Isn’t she?” He cried, becoming more frantic as he ran a hand through his hair. Gerard’s face twisted into a grimace, tucking his poison red hair behind his ears as he struggled to keep his temper under control. “You need to calm the fuck down and shut up. You don’t know who’s listening” He spoke sternly, his voice low as he beckoned sharply at his friend.

Patrick sat there for a second, he wasn’t expecting that reaction. At least Frank sounded worried on the phone last night, he just didn’t seem to care about anyone else but him and Frank. His hand curled into a fist, slamming it down against the table as he locked eyes with Gerard. “Oh fuck off, what would you know about losing someone you love” Patrick yelled, turning a few heads inside the pub.

They sat there in an uncomfortable silence for a moment. “Gee I’m so sorry” He said quickly, his cheeks flushing red as a feeling of guilt hit him; hard. Gerard said nothing, standing to take a large gulp of his drink before walking outside. Frank soon followed, pushing open the heavy door of the pub and saw Gerard standing by a bench beside the door, lighting up a cigarette. “I thought you’d quit?” Frank asked, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged, breathing out a cloud of white smoke as he gazed down Camden Road, the roar of traffic growing louder as the day continued to pass. “Take the edge off I suppose” Gerard replied, his voice almost emotionless as he fought back the tears. He was done with crying, tired of being weak. He knew pain the losing a loved one alright and every day, from the moment he woke up to the second he closed his eyes at night he would feel that never ending loss, the emptiness of his little brother not being there. Knowing he would never be there to laugh with or to talk with and never be there to all the stupid and unthinkable plans they once made to do one day. He was gone and every day it felt like he was falling apart inside.

“You alright?” Frank asked, breaking his train of thought. He smiled a shaky smile as he took a deep breath. “Yeah I just needed to calm down” He said bluntly, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the curb as he turned to face a concerned looking Frank. “You seem a bit...”
“I’m fine Frank, can we just go back inside” He said agitatedly. Frank nodded, turning back and walked inside. Gerard followed close behind; I can’t let them see me weak anymore, I need to be the one in control.

They walked back over to their seats, Frank sitting next to Gerard as they watched a tear stained Patrick look up from his hands. “I’m sorry” He whispered, his face pained with guilt. Gerard ignored him, staring at both of the boys who sat before him, watching him with eager eyes. “It kills me that Mikey’s gone. She came along, killed him without so much as a second thought and got away with it. I’ve had enough. I’m tired of hiding and feeling scared for all of us. So you know what, I’m gonna fucking give her what she deserves. She might have taken my brother but I will not let her take my friends “He said, his eye wild with anger and, to Frank, filled with hurt. Frank took his hand smiling sweetly at him. Gerard winked at him, flashing him a lopsided grin as he looked back over to Patrick, nodding at him as a silent acceptance of his apology.

The trio stood and Patrick quickly shook hands with Gerard; a feeling of relief washing over him as he wiped his eyes. “I’ve missed us just hanging out together to be honest” Frank moaned, his boyfriend laughing as he slipped an arm around his waist; kissing him on the forehead. “One day” Gerard whispered. As they made their way towards the large double doors of the pub, Patrick suddenly stopped, standing awkwardly in the middle of the floor. “Guy’s we didn’t pay and... well I forgot my money” He said, staring at the floor with embarrassment. Gerard laughed, walking over to the bar. “Wait outside, I’ve got this one” He replied, leaning against the bar.

He stood at the bar; cautiously glancing behind him to check they were gone before taking out his phone, dialling an unknown number. As the dial tone rang out in his ear, he quickly paid the bartender, telling her to keep the change as he wandered over to the window, watching Patrick and Frank talking outside. “Hello?” A young woman’s voice spoke in his ear.

“It’s done” He replied coldly. The woman quickly hung up. Gerard slipped the phone in his pocket, a sly grin forming on his face as he walked outside.

Notes

So what will happen to Patrick? Who was Gerard on the phone to and is he really all he seems?

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Comments

@mindchemicals
Don't get too sad- I'm planning to write an alternate ending to this story, it's a shocker x

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/17/14

whyyyyy nooo, no one can die, well jane sure as hell can, but not one of the guys! why would you do that to our poor little hearts!??

mindchemicals mindchemicals
4/17/14

@mindchemicals
Thanks :) x I'm glad your enjoying it x

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/15/14

Damn that was so worth the wait!! :)

mindchemicals mindchemicals
4/15/14

@frommars
Thank you so much! :) xxx

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/15/14