Burn Down The Technicolor Smiles 3/?
Title: Burn Down The Technicolor Smiles 3/?
Author: xstick_outx
Rating: R
Pairing: Patrick/ Peter, Other Pairing, A little femme, but just a little
Disclaimer: yes, yes, it's true, i'm bored and i don't think any of this ever truly happened. i don't own patrick stump, peter wentz, or any of the real people in this story. justin pierre does, because he is God. oh, yes and as far as i'm concerned, there are not going to be any wars of revolution and the American government is not going to collapse. this story never was supposed to have any political ideas. i repeat, it is NOT meant to have any of my political beliefs.
Summary: Things are gonna get interesting...
Previous Chapters: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=xstick_outx
Author: xstick_outx
Rating: R
Pairing: Patrick/ Peter, Other Pairing, A little femme, but just a little
Disclaimer: yes, yes, it's true, i'm bored and i don't think any of this ever truly happened. i don't own patrick stump, peter wentz, or any of the real people in this story. justin pierre does, because he is God. oh, yes and as far as i'm concerned, there are not going to be any wars of revolution and the American government is not going to collapse. this story never was supposed to have any political ideas. i repeat, it is NOT meant to have any of my political beliefs.
Summary: Things are gonna get interesting...
Previous Chapters: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=xstick_outx
Patrick was sleeping on a cot that was in the back room of the convenience store. It was thin, but relaxing after yesterday. Especially that Emily, who had kept giving him dirty looks with her eyes narrowed the entire night. Patrick was surprised she hadn't killed him in her sleep.
Why did she hate him so much anyway? They had just met last night, and briefly as well. Perhaps she was angry about him pointing out the fact that she was half-fairy? Perhaps he smelled bad? So, now Patrick was stirring in his sleep, almost ready to get up and start the day.
"Wake up, my little spot of sunshine!" Someone yelled, bursting through the door. Patrick's eyes flew open, startled. He quickly sat up, throwing the blankets off of him. In front of him was a boy, tall and thin, willowy almost, with big eyes and freakishly long fingers.
"Who're you?" Patrick slurred. He rubbed his eyes, calmed down, it looked like this boy wouldn't hurt a fly.
"I'm Ryan."
"And I'm Pete, but you can call me God," And out stepped out from behind Ryan, a shorter man of slightly stockier build. He had dyed jet black hair and kohled, golden eyes. Patrick could not stop his eyes from widening in fear, he shot out of the cot to only realize he had no where to run.
"Oh, scaring the boy, I see," Mark's tenor voice came as he pushed through the two men. "It's okay, Pete here won't hurt you, however Emily-"
"But he's a, he's-" Patrick started.
"Not all thing you read in book are true, I thought you of all people would know that," Pete said, grinning. Patrick opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and closed it.
"Are you gonna take him now, or what?" The twinkling, feminine voice of Emily said in an angry tone. Honestly, she could be quite charming if she wasn't in such desperate need of anger management.
"You know, she's really a nice person if you get to know her, she just hates you," Ryan told Patrick, saying exaclty what was on his mind.
"Uh-huh, sure."
"So, Patrick, ready to go?" Ryan asked him, clasping his fingers together.
"Excuse me?" Patrick asked. He really had no intention of going anywhere, except back out to find some revolutionaries.
"Well, you came here looking to hop on the revolutionary wagon and now you've found us, so let's go," Pete told him, his eyes sparkling.
"You guys are-"
"Yes, now we have to go before the sun's up," Ryan proclaimed, picking up Patrick's discarded backpack and walking to the front of the convenience store. Patrick could see, that it was in fact, stiil dark outside. Pete followed him.
"Good riddance to you," Emily called from some other back room. Patrick looked at Mark.
"Thanks again, I guess I'm going to go with these guys," He told him.
"You're welcome. They are good people, I think you'll find your true home with them."
What an odd choice of words. True home? Strange.
What had Patrick gotten himself into this time?
.........
Patrick followed Ryan and Pete across four city blocks and a park with Ryan still carrying his backpack. Patrick's stomach rumbled with hunger, but he pushed it down.
"Soo, are there any more of you guys?"
"Uh-huh." Ryan answered.
"How many?
"Too many, we're cramped."
"Then..why are you taking me into your...group?" Patrick asked. Pete stopped and turned around from his fast-paced walking.
"You're smarter than you look, kid," He told Patrick.
"Uh, thanks, I guess, but I'm not a kid, I'm not much younger than you are," Patrick said, then mentally smacked himself. Pete just chuckled.
"Well, anyway, we'll tell you later, but we're here," Ryan told him as they came to a stop in front a rather nice looking apartment building.
"This is where you guys live?" Patrick questioned, surprised.
"Yeah, all of the abandoned warehouses and decaying buildings were taken," Ryan said with a smile. Patrick supressed his peal of laughter.
Inside was just what Patrick expected, a modern, average-looking apartment building with an elevator.
"Home, sweet, home."
Connecting apartments #'s 3A-3C were packed with cots/sleeping bags, there were miscellaneous items spread all over the place, belonging to various people who were either sleeping or lounging about.
"Hey, you got him!" A girly voice cried out from the far corner of the apartment room they were in. The voice belonged to a medium-sized, thin young woman who seemed of twenty or so years of age. Her hair was long and black and she had a catlike face and dark eyes. She, like Emily, was etherealy beautiful.
"An elf," Patrick muttered in awe.
"Whoa! How'd you know? Oh, that's right, you're Patrick, duh!" She came over to their side, bouncing over the sleeping people and one boy reading a book.
"We rescued him from Emily," Pete told the girl.
"Oh, you poor thing, she can be such a bitch sometimes. Well, I suppose you're hungry, let me see if I can find you something to eat," and she bounced off again through the door that led to apartment #3C.
"That was Megan, Emily's girlfriend. Quite a cute couple they make, huh? Well, I'm going to bed, see you later," Pete said, before going in the opposite direction to apartment #3A. Patrick yawned.
"You're still tired? Well, I suppose we did wake you up early. You can sleep right in here, hold on let me get you a sleeping bag-"
"Yeah, but are you sure there's enough room here for all of these people, isn't it like against fire codes or something?" Patrick asked.
"Oh, dear Patrick, do you really think if half of us are magical and we can keep them away from those Hunters, don;t you think we can escape a few fire codes?" Ryan replied in a lilting tone, then pulled out a sleeping bag from behind the couch, the only real piece of furniture in the room. "Here ya go."
"Thanks,"
Patrick laid down in the only available spot left. He couldn't believe it, he had met magical beings and they didn't talk to him in their native language. Patrick had always been fascinated with magical beings, and he had just met three unenslaved ones. A half-fairy, an elf, and a vampire. Now if only he met a unicorn, then his life would be complete. Patrick sighed contendedly and wondered what Ryan and Pete had to explain to him tommorow.
xyes, i have fallen in love with this story. sorry, this one was short, but i wanted it to get out there. leave comments, for poor patrick, if not for me.
Why did she hate him so much anyway? They had just met last night, and briefly as well. Perhaps she was angry about him pointing out the fact that she was half-fairy? Perhaps he smelled bad? So, now Patrick was stirring in his sleep, almost ready to get up and start the day.
"Wake up, my little spot of sunshine!" Someone yelled, bursting through the door. Patrick's eyes flew open, startled. He quickly sat up, throwing the blankets off of him. In front of him was a boy, tall and thin, willowy almost, with big eyes and freakishly long fingers.
"Who're you?" Patrick slurred. He rubbed his eyes, calmed down, it looked like this boy wouldn't hurt a fly.
"I'm Ryan."
"And I'm Pete, but you can call me God," And out stepped out from behind Ryan, a shorter man of slightly stockier build. He had dyed jet black hair and kohled, golden eyes. Patrick could not stop his eyes from widening in fear, he shot out of the cot to only realize he had no where to run.
"Oh, scaring the boy, I see," Mark's tenor voice came as he pushed through the two men. "It's okay, Pete here won't hurt you, however Emily-"
"But he's a, he's-" Patrick started.
"Not all thing you read in book are true, I thought you of all people would know that," Pete said, grinning. Patrick opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and closed it.
"Are you gonna take him now, or what?" The twinkling, feminine voice of Emily said in an angry tone. Honestly, she could be quite charming if she wasn't in such desperate need of anger management.
"You know, she's really a nice person if you get to know her, she just hates you," Ryan told Patrick, saying exaclty what was on his mind.
"Uh-huh, sure."
"So, Patrick, ready to go?" Ryan asked him, clasping his fingers together.
"Excuse me?" Patrick asked. He really had no intention of going anywhere, except back out to find some revolutionaries.
"Well, you came here looking to hop on the revolutionary wagon and now you've found us, so let's go," Pete told him, his eyes sparkling.
"You guys are-"
"Yes, now we have to go before the sun's up," Ryan proclaimed, picking up Patrick's discarded backpack and walking to the front of the convenience store. Patrick could see, that it was in fact, stiil dark outside. Pete followed him.
"Good riddance to you," Emily called from some other back room. Patrick looked at Mark.
"Thanks again, I guess I'm going to go with these guys," He told him.
"You're welcome. They are good people, I think you'll find your true home with them."
What an odd choice of words. True home? Strange.
What had Patrick gotten himself into this time?
.........
Patrick followed Ryan and Pete across four city blocks and a park with Ryan still carrying his backpack. Patrick's stomach rumbled with hunger, but he pushed it down.
"Soo, are there any more of you guys?"
"Uh-huh." Ryan answered.
"How many?
"Too many, we're cramped."
"Then..why are you taking me into your...group?" Patrick asked. Pete stopped and turned around from his fast-paced walking.
"You're smarter than you look, kid," He told Patrick.
"Uh, thanks, I guess, but I'm not a kid, I'm not much younger than you are," Patrick said, then mentally smacked himself. Pete just chuckled.
"Well, anyway, we'll tell you later, but we're here," Ryan told him as they came to a stop in front a rather nice looking apartment building.
"This is where you guys live?" Patrick questioned, surprised.
"Yeah, all of the abandoned warehouses and decaying buildings were taken," Ryan said with a smile. Patrick supressed his peal of laughter.
Inside was just what Patrick expected, a modern, average-looking apartment building with an elevator.
"Home, sweet, home."
Connecting apartments #'s 3A-3C were packed with cots/sleeping bags, there were miscellaneous items spread all over the place, belonging to various people who were either sleeping or lounging about.
"Hey, you got him!" A girly voice cried out from the far corner of the apartment room they were in. The voice belonged to a medium-sized, thin young woman who seemed of twenty or so years of age. Her hair was long and black and she had a catlike face and dark eyes. She, like Emily, was etherealy beautiful.
"An elf," Patrick muttered in awe.
"Whoa! How'd you know? Oh, that's right, you're Patrick, duh!" She came over to their side, bouncing over the sleeping people and one boy reading a book.
"We rescued him from Emily," Pete told the girl.
"Oh, you poor thing, she can be such a bitch sometimes. Well, I suppose you're hungry, let me see if I can find you something to eat," and she bounced off again through the door that led to apartment #3C.
"That was Megan, Emily's girlfriend. Quite a cute couple they make, huh? Well, I'm going to bed, see you later," Pete said, before going in the opposite direction to apartment #3A. Patrick yawned.
"You're still tired? Well, I suppose we did wake you up early. You can sleep right in here, hold on let me get you a sleeping bag-"
"Yeah, but are you sure there's enough room here for all of these people, isn't it like against fire codes or something?" Patrick asked.
"Oh, dear Patrick, do you really think if half of us are magical and we can keep them away from those Hunters, don;t you think we can escape a few fire codes?" Ryan replied in a lilting tone, then pulled out a sleeping bag from behind the couch, the only real piece of furniture in the room. "Here ya go."
"Thanks,"
Patrick laid down in the only available spot left. He couldn't believe it, he had met magical beings and they didn't talk to him in their native language. Patrick had always been fascinated with magical beings, and he had just met three unenslaved ones. A half-fairy, an elf, and a vampire. Now if only he met a unicorn, then his life would be complete. Patrick sighed contendedly and wondered what Ryan and Pete had to explain to him tommorow.
xyes, i have fallen in love with this story. sorry, this one was short, but i wanted it to get out there. leave comments, for poor patrick, if not for me.