Imagine #107: Split (Part 5)

It has been a week since Patrick went missing and you couldn't believe that it will be this long. You've been worried sick about the guy and your hope in finding him is getting lesser and lesser as each day pass by.

"We'll find him sooner, Y/N." Andy told you to cheer you up, but you've been thinking the opposite of that nowadays.

"There are two only explanation to this. First is, his alter took over him and god know what he's doing right now and second, Patrick just ran...to handle things on his own." You said, tears almost escaping your eyes. "I can't believe I was the one bringing this struggle to him. I-I just need to know if he's safe...I won't even push myself to be with him anymore." You continued.

"Patrick is not like that, Y/N. He won't leave you." Joe assured, but still you have doubts.

"I-I don't know." You said sadly. "I should go. I-I need some time alone." You said, taking your things and walking towards Pete's front door. "Really, thank you guys. Call me if something came up." You said and went off.

Of course, you had no plan to go home. You've been going around the area for days and even nights just to find any kind of trace of Patrick. You didn't mind the tiredness you are feeling, you just need to make sure he's okay.

You mindlessly walked around town, not having a specific destination to where you're going. You just wished your feet will bring you to the right place. You suddenly feel rain started to pour and all you did it to put your hood on. You continued to walk through the darkness of the street and finally, after this long silence, you hear a motorcycle coming your way.

You looked and saw the vehicle slowing down as if the rider is trying stop by you. You knew that maybe it's the right time to run, but you stayed there as you look at the rider.

The motorcycle stopped next to you. You can't see the rider's face since he's wearing a helmet, but you're sure as hell that you know this person.

"Who are you waiting in the downpour outside, babe?" He asked as he took his helmet off. It's him, it's Patrick...but he looked so different.

Now that your eyesight had adjusted to the dark, you saw that he had tattoos almost all over his body, and there were also some piercings too. You stood there, stunned but relieved at the same time. Patrick wouldn't do that on his own, this means it is Vaughn...he didn't leave you on purpose.

"N-no one? Just singing 'baby, come home' in the melody of tears while the rhythm of this rain keeps time." You murmured silently as you adjust the hood you are wearing to cover your face more. It seems like Vaughn doesn't even recognise you, and you don't need him too since he'll surely went off if he found out.

"Well, that's melodramatic." he said then chuckled. "Need a ride, babe?" He asked while handing you a helmet.

"Yeah. Thanks." You didn't hesitate and wore the helmet. You climbed the vehicle, immediately wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Well then, you're a fast one." He said while chuckling and then going off to the street.

All you need now is to have him in a private room and just try to call out Patrick and get this over with. You promised to yourself that you won't let him go this time. You're already relieved to see him alive...but still, you don't know what this alter of his had done within this week. He already changed Patrick's look, you're sure that he was capable of doing more.

Suddenly, you noticed that the vehicle slowed down and that pulled you out of your thoughts. 

"We might be having some business first." Vaughn stopped the motorcycle and sounded serious. You looked forward and saw what he was talking about and yep, he already did something alright.

A group of guys was blocking the way, probably expecting Vaughn there and stopping him from where he's going.

"Guys! It's been a long time!" Vaughn said calmly and mockingly to them. You also jumped down from the motorcycle and you are already feeling this will not end well. You looked around and thankfully you knew where you are. You secretly took your phone out and texted Pete, you just hope they arrived on time because these people looked serious.

"You bastard!" one of the guys shouted at him, they all look so angry and pissed at Vaughn, but all he's doing now is laugh...provoking them more. You walked bravely next to him, removing the helmet you were wearing.

"What the actual fuck did you do?" you asked him, and he finally saw you.

"Oh, it's you...goddammit. I'll deal with you later, love. For now, I'll be finishing my business with them." he said in a cold manner. You never imagined him being like this, or seeing Patrick saying and acting this way. You were worried for him, of course, this is a serious business and you're both outnumbered here. There's no way in hell this will turn up good for the both of you if this continued.

"And good, you brought your girlfriend. Might as well take the same thing you took from me." the guy from the group spoke again.

"I didn't take her away from you. Your stupidity did. You were stupid and slow that's why she got died during the shootout, and I think that's not my fault anymore." Vaughn spoke and you were just trying to piece what was happening. "Let's get this over with, shall we? I still have this little kitten to get rid of later." he continued, probably pertaining to you.

Before you can react, Vaughn just went all out and attacked the guy first. You really thought he had this before the guy was already on the ground as he was punching him, but then you remembered that he was outnumbered. Soon enough, the group had Vaughn and already beating the hell out of him as you stood there...stunned. If you didn't make your move now, they will probably kill him.

"Let go of him." you hissed at them as you bravely walk towards them. The group mockingly laughed at you. Vaughn was being held by two guys while the leader was just punching him. 

"Oh, right. The girlfriend...you're a brave one." the leader came up to you and you were just staying there.

"I said, let go of him." you said, more serious this time and you were staring at his eyes. The guy just laughed at you again.

"Or what?" he mocked you and you finally summoned all yourself to do what Andy taught you. It was a self-defense move where you are going to take your enemy's weapon and use it against him. You noticed earlier that he had a knife around his waist and you quickly grabbed it and then pulling him close to you, then pointing the knife on his neck. You were glad that you managed to pull that off, because that's the only thing you knew...if you fucked that up, you and Vaughn are dead.

"Or this! Let.Him.Go." you threat the other guys and they all looked shock with what you did. "Don't you fucking try to do some stupid shit, because you don't know how twisted I am and how curious I am to what will happen if I slit you throat open." you whispered at the guy who you're currently holding as a hostage. What you said came out so shrill and it really made your hostage stand still.

The two guys that are holding Vaughn finally let go as he collapsed on the ground, coughing out some blood. You can already see that he's really beat up now. He pushed himself to look at you and your heart felt pain...you didn't imagine yourself seeing him this way. There are wounds all over his face. His eyes landed on yours and you knew they changed, it wasn't like Vaughn's which is full of pride....it was back to normal, looking at you with full of fear yet still pushing through to be strong.

"P-princess...w-what are you d-doing...R-run." you heard him as you saw him stood up again, fighting off these people once more...but this time you knew it was not to finish off the business he had, it's for protecting you because you knew that was Patrick already.

You became too distracted that the guy you were holding has pushed you off. You managed to gain your balance quickly, still holding on to the knife and using it to attack him.

"Tell them to STOP!" you bellowed as you managed to make cuts on this man's arms. You saw that the other guys began to beat up Patrick again and this time you knew they are going to kill him. He's just trying so hard not to fall again.

"You fucker." the guy suddenly punched you in the stomach so hard and that made you fall back. He grabbed the knife out of your hand and laughed at you fiendishly. You tried to back away from him, ignoring the pain you're feeling. "Both of you will die right here, right now!"

"Dude! Someone's coming! We have to leave!"  one of the guys said and you saw that cars are going this way. Some of the guys already left, but their leader was still onto you. You tried running but he was quick enough to grab you by your hair. "We have to leave! Leave them!" another guy said, but it seems that he doesn't hear them at all.

"Oh no you wont!" he said, but then suddenly you felt him release your hair.

"Don't you fucking hurt her!" you heard Patrick's voice. He managed to push him away, but not that strong since he's already so beat up.

The guy was still not giving up. You noticed that Pete and the others arrived and started to fight off the others as well.

"This night won't end until one of you is dead." he said while looking at Patrick with a death glare. "And I think it will be...you." he suddenly charged at you with the knife and his sudden action left you stunned.

But before he can reach you, you felt someone hugged you. You felt his limbs as it shook and you smelled blood the moment he was close. You managed to finally look at him...it was Patrick, and the moment you remembered what was going on, he groaned in pain.

"N-no, no...NO!!!" you bellowed as he collapsed on the ground and you tried to pull him up. You both fell to the ground. The guy had stabbed him on the back and is now hysterically laughing while he hold the bloody knife.

Pete was finally able to come to your side and he beat the hell out of the guy. You looked back at Patrick who's now catching his breath while you hold him on your lap.

"No...no, angel. Don't let go, we're going to save you." you said, already crying in there. You saw Joe already calling 911 and the ambulance.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N." he murmured that made you whimper more.

"It's you...it's really you." you said, trying to put pressure from his stab wound. "Hold on to me, Patrick. Please, please...please." you begged him as you hold his hand with your other hand.

It really seems that he really wants to grip your hand, to hold you tightly but he can't and you suddenly feel that his grip was loosening and his breath became weaker.

"I-I love y-you." you heard him faintly before he slip into a slumber.

"P-Patrick. Patrick! Please no." you murmured and that moment, you didn't know what's happening around you anymore.

{Ey, sorry for the late update! Thanks for reading!}

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