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#159 "I Think That Everybody Thinks You're Seriously Full Of Shit"

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-04T23:13:48Z

I've had a couple upside down days recently. Things are going on with a few friends, everyone seems to be dating each other and I kind of feel left out :O And yes, I talk constantly about relationships it seems and I hate talking about it. I'LL SHUT UP I SWEAR. 5-12-08

How Did This Night Become The Enemy? [9/?]

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-04T01:34:00Z

William Beckett. Ryan Ross. Pete Wentz. Brendon Urie. Gabe Saporta. Patrick Stump. Joe Trohman.

It started with just a lecture, but what happens when a series of events happen inside the building and theres no way out? Will the seven men stick together or go their separate ways?

There's always more when the clowns come out to play.

Rating: NC-17 to R.
Warning: Contains character death and horror scenes.
Disclaimer: I dont own any of the characters. The story line is all mine. Offenders or thieves will be dealt with accordingly.

Chapter 9

“We need to figure some things out,” William began, pacing before the older two, seated on the floor. “What do these marks mean and who has them?” He pointed at the ‘L’ on his neck.

“I have one, you have one, that’s ‘C’ and ‘L’. Pete had one. And Patrick had one.”

“Patrick has one?” Gabe asked quietly. “Where?”

“On his hand,” Ryan softly replied. “Inside of his left.”

“Okay, what letter was it?” William asked. “Come on, we have to gather all the information we can to crack this. It’s just like work, Ryan.”

Ryan was stunned. “Uh, Patrick had a ‘W’ and Pete a ‘O’.”

“So that’s ‘C’, ‘L’, ‘W’ and ‘O’. What could that mean?”

They sat in silence, inwardly trying to figure out the puzzle. “I got it!” Gabe yelled triumphantly. “C-L-O-W, they could be spelling out ‘CLOWN’ or something.”

“Very good,” William commented. “Okay, so the only ones who haven’t got a mark are Joe, Brendon and you.” Ryan and William stared down at Gabe, their gaze somewhat uncomforting.

“Well they only need one more person to spell out ‘CLOWN’. What about the other two who aren’t marked? Why aren’t they marked?”

“Maybe they want those two, for whatever reason,” William and Gabe gave Ryan an unsure glance. “Well, I mean, they’re not making a pattern or anything. And they already killed Joe, so... Well that doesn’t make much sense.”

“They’ve killed marked and unmarked men. They’re not making this easy.”

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe they just want us all dead?” Gabe snapped, upset about talking about his long gone friends. “Do you think that maybe whoever is doing this just likes to torture and burn people? Maybe they just give a shit about doing away with us rather than anything else. There doesn’t always have to be a logical reason for everything!”

“That’s not it,” Ryan barked. “They had that fucking riddle that didn’t even make sense. What if they did one for Patrick too? What if they have ones for us, huh?”

“Patrick never hurt a fly! He’s never done anything wrong! He didn’t deserve to die! And either did Joe!”

“These people want payback of things people have done! That’s probably why we’re fucking here! Joe smoked and Pete is a fucking cheater!”

“That’s the biggest load of shi-”

“Stop it!” William snapped, pushing the two men aside and squeezing between them. “Fighting is gonna do nothing,” He let out an uneven sigh. “I’m so fucking hungry.”

“Nice subject change,” Gabe joked, earning a poke in the ribs from the youngest. “Let’s see if we can find something...”

They all stood up and began walking slowly down the green floored corridor, checking doors and becoming overwhelmed by hunger and exhaustion. “Fucking he- well hello!”

Ryan paused, staring down the hall. Several feet away on a neatly set up table was a large plate of chocolate cake, chocalte icing and swirls decorating the top, a cherry shiny and red. He paced up to it, glancing back at the other two who had moved down to the next room. “Hey guys,” He yelled over his shoulder. “I found cake.”

Once all three had surrounded it Gabe spoke. “I don’t think we should eat it.” He calmly stated.

“I know right… But it looks so good.”

“You’re telling me,” Ryan agreed, licking his chapped lips. “Dammit.”

“K, I’m gonna ignore the creepiness that this wasn’t here five seconds ago and try it.” William stated, sighing.

“You can’t,” Ryan snapped. “They could have poisoned it.”

“So?” He questioned. “We’re going to die anyway, aren’t we? Gabe, aren’t we?” William stared angrily at the man who swallowed and shrugged. Following his instincts he edged closer to the plate and took out a handful, lifting it to his mouth and pushing it between his teeth. Ryan and Gabe watched on, waiting for the second their friend fell or his eyes lolled back. Alas, it didn’t occur as he swallowed, nor the following minutes of silence. “I think it’s okay.”

Ryan took a piece between his fingers, hesitantly opening his mouth and putting the cake inside. Gabe did too, and William again, all of them on the edge for something awful to happen. In the middle of chewing something caught Williams eye and he pushed apart the cake, holding a chocolate-y slip of paper between his fingers. “A note!” He announced, licking his lips. Ryan pulled a long piece of orange hair from his mouth, disgusted. “What is hard and soft at the same time?”

“Crunchy peanut butter,” Gabe automatically replied. “I’ve heard that one before.”

“I doubt it would be that simple,” Ryan countered. “Considerably these bastards haven’t given good explanations.”

“Hm…” William mused, stuffing the paper in his pocket. “That’s shit. More cake?”

“Can I have a look at the paper?” Gabe asked, small smile on his face. William took a step back.

“No, I got it.” He stated.

“Just a look,” Gabe’s eyebrows creased together, watching as Williams hand slid against his (Gabe’s) jacket pocket, holding the paper protectively. “I don’t see what the problem is.”

“What, do you think I’m lying?” William snapped, jaw tight. “Cause I’m not!”

“I never said anything!”

“Yer, sure,” William’s eyes became slits, edging away from the other two. “I’m going to find my own way out.”

“William!” Ryan snapped, yanking on his arm. “You’re not going anywhere!”

“Leave me alone!” William yelled back.

“What is wrong with you?!” Ryan grasped his shoulders, steadying him and keeping his in focus. “Stop acting like a bitch.”

“Shut up.” He hissed.

“Well you are acting like one!”

“Shut up!” He repeated, using his right hand to push Ryan away, much harder than he thought he would. Ryan stumbled back several steps, hand reaching up to run his collarbone. “Leave me alone.”

Then he set off quickly, opening a door which lead to another which lead to another…

Gabe and Ryan followed as best they could but eventually lost the insane one. “What the hell happened to him? He just got crazy all of a sudden.”

“I have no idea,” Ryan answered. “He’s never done it before,” A thought struck him. “Maybe the cake…?”

“But we had it too,” Gabe sighed, raking long fingers through his greasy hair. “And nothing happened to us.”

“True,” Ryan tried to think of something, anything than feeling completely miserable and exhausted and worried. “I just wish we were out of here.”

“William?” The boy in question spun around, catching gazes with Brendon. A smile broke out on both faces. “Hey, hey where are the others?”

“I don’t know,” The boy shrugged. “I left them behind.” Brendon became confused.

“Why?” He questioned. “We all need to stick together. It’s not good if we’re not together.”

“Right,” William rolled his eyes. “Just like them, I get it. Bye, Brendon.”

“Hey, no,” Brendon jumped in, grabbing William’s forearm. “No, we’ll stay together. I’m sick of being alone in this fucked up place.”

“You’re telling me…” The two men sat down against a wall in the room Brendon had been occupied in the last several hours.

“So what do you think is going on here?” Brendon asked, rubbing his eyes with his blood stricken hands.

“Not sure,” He shrugged. “We talked about it, before. About the riddle, and the burn marks and such. There’s no pattern or anything. Gabe thinks they just like torture and are eventually going to kill us all.”

Brendon’s eyes widened slightly. “That’s… interesting.”

“I know, right,” William rolled his eyes. “How ridiculous.”

A large bang sounded and the two boys looked up at the open door. Nobody stood near it, though a large gust of wind was blowing into the room, their hair covering their faces and their eyes squinting to see. In the doorway appeared an orange hair clown, decked out in an orange clown suit, orange shoes and white triangles spread across both items.

“No,” Brendon whispered, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, no!”

The clown moved into the room, two following behind, their laughter loud enough to drown out the sudden wind’s noise. William and Brendon stood, pressed against the wall, doing their best to try and scare the clowns advancing towards them. William soon realised that the clowns weren’t even looking at him, just at Brendon, tongue licking lips, eyes wide and curious.

So he just moved aside, watched as the clowns grabbed onto the man who called for help, called for William to help, screamed and starting crying. His nails were digging into their skin, their clothes, their hair, feet scraping against the ground, breath constricting.

William just stood there and watched.

Stealing O'Neal Tour Update 2

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-04T00:10:49Z

Spot Dom and I!

#158 "I Know You're Trying Your Hardest"

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-03T23:23:25Z

I'm feeling artistic. LOL POT BELLY. 4-12-08

Turn Off The Silence.

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-03T00:30:19Z

#157 "Everything Has Changed"

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-03T00:13:52Z

Everything has changed. I just... can't wait for this school year to end. I have four days of school left, but damn I wish they'd finish up quickly. Sometimes you think your friends are on your side and the next thing you realise is that they're ignoring you for nothing and then you're kind of really alone. For eight weeks. Is it bad that I don't even want to leave my house for the next eight weeks? 3-12-08

#156 "I Can Be A Little Selfish"

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-02T23:37:53Z

One thing I hate in the world is bullies. The next in line in me being bullied at school, by phone, on the internet and occasionally at home. I'm trying not to whine about it, I really am. 2-12-08

#155 "Don't Start"

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-02T23:33:47Z

Hanna Beth is kind of really different to a lot of models, and that's what I like about her. I mean, she's not following what every single other model is doing and stuff. I like it. She's keeping it real ;D 1-12-08

#154 "I Don't Want To Be Alone"

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-02T23:30:39Z

It's hard to remember good times when they were hardly there at all. 30-11-08

#153 "Bitches Love Me"

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-02T23:28:04Z

Dear God.. :| 29-11-08

#152 "Alienating Our Audience"

jesslovespanic — 2008-12-02T23:24:30Z

I've been listening to A Fever You Can't Sweat Out a lot lately. I still love it. 28-11-08

#151 "I Can Be Pissed Off"

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-26T21:32:35Z

So, today in school a girl in my class was caught with a knife she stole from the Food Tech rooms in her pencil case. Her and two of her friends always do shit like this, have been stealing stuff from teh art rooms etc. and finally it's all catching up with them. Our year level co-ordinator/assistant principal walked into the room, all calm and everything, strolled over to the girls and plucked up her pencil case. You could just see that she knew she was gonna be in deep shit. He opened it ever so slowly and sifted through before finding it and taking her out of class. They've been doing stuff ever since she became friends with the other two. They skip class a lot too, and just all this stuff that should not just get them kicked out of CEP (an accelerated learning class, like I'm in (we do year's 7,8 and 9 in two years, and are able to do VCE units in Year 10 cause we're fucking sweet as)) but also suspended and, now, I'm presuming expelled. They always interrupt our classes too, and it's so annoying. I was good friends with the main one when she first started in semester 2, but now she's just... sjlafiulsdfkjreklstj. 27-11-08

Automatic Eyes

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-26T00:50:28Z

My LiveJournal Account

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-25T23:26:00Z

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#150 "Take Take, Take You Down"

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-25T21:25:25Z

I really need to get off my ass and make a vlog. Less than a month until Christmas. Yay *coughsarcasmcough* 26-11-08

#149 "I Am The Drug You Can't Deny"

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-24T23:04:35Z

I don't really wear dresses. I do like them (like this one) but I just don't own many. Tights jeans and a nice band tee are the way to go, I think. (Oh, and my hips look really big in this...?) Also, I kind of just can't wait for this school year to end. Only 9 days left. 25-11-08

#148 "Take A Walk With Me"

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-23T23:13:08Z

Somehow every day at school our conversation seems to fall back to relationships or something along the lines. It reminds me again how I kind of feel kind of alone (And geez, here comes the whiny, angsty teenager). You know when people say "I can feel so alone, even though I'm surrounded by people"? It's kind of like that. 24-11-08

#147 "One More Weekend"

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-23T03:30:56Z

One more week of year 8. Then a week and two days od year 9 baby. Followed by about eight weeks of holidays. I really, really can't wait for this week to end :D 23-11-08

How Did This Night Become The Enemy? [8/?]

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-22T20:37:00Z

William Beckett. Ryan Ross. Pete Wentz. Brendon Urie. Gabe Saporta. Patrick Stump. Joe Trohman.

Chapter 8

     “Ryan!” William called, his arms secured around the equally skinny boy as he hugged him tightly. “I thought I’d lost you.”

Ryan suppressed an eye roll, giving William a hug in return. They pulled away briefly, still standing in the doorway of the elevator. Gabe was pulling jeans from his backpack, the ones he’s worn into the building, and passed them to Brendon. Brendon thanked him and pulled them on, not even complaining that they were pretty tight around the hips and really, really long.

     “Why’d you take the elevator?” Gabe asked curiously as they all walked away from it, settling down in the middle of the lit hallway. Ryan shrugged.

     “Brendon insisted,” He nodded, glancing at the younger one. Brendon sat with his knees pulled up, shoulders hunched over, cheek resting against his knees. His eyes were shut, and he was really quiet, blood streaking his hair in awkward angles and clumps. It almost made the other three sick.

     “What happened?” William asked quietly and curiously. He wet his dry lips, keeping his eyes on Brendon, leaning forward slightly. His long limbs were crossed, hands resting on a knee each beside Gabe and Ryan.

Brendon slowly lifted his head.

     “I got covered in blood,” He croaked softly, keeping eye contact with William. Then he gracefully laid his head back down and shut his eyes. No one asked anything more.

Gabe let out a loud yawn after twenty minutes of silence, scratching his belly. “I’m really tired,” He stated, rubbing his eyes.

     “Same,” Ryan sighed, resting his head on William’s shoulder and getting into a more comfortable position.

William adjusted too, laying down a little easier, head still against the wall behind him. Gabe invited himself to rest his head on William lap, making the other boy jump slightly. “You don’t mind, do you?” Gabe questioned sleepily, already shutting his eyes. Ryan just smirked and shut his eyes, slapping William’s hand when he started trembling. Brendon stayed where he was, curled into himself.

He wasn’t there when they woke up.

Ryan tried not to chew his lip when they were all standing, deciding where to go next. “Where could he have gone?” William questioned, voice climbing notes with each word. He glanced between the men, both shrugging. “Unless…”

     “Unless what?” Ryan snapped, eyes winding pointedly at his assistant.

     “Unless the c-clowns got him?” He squeaked.

     “Speaking of which,” Gabe butted in. “They almost took out William altogether.”

     “What?!” Ryan screamed, jumping slightly at the loud projection of his voice. “They did what?” He asked more quietly.

     “We were climbing in the vents and they kind of just popped up through the grates and tried to pull him out.” Gabe said, shrugging slightly, glancing at William.

     “How?”

     “One grabbed my feet at the other my head and they just… pulled. Until Gabe knocked them both away.” He smiled shyly at the man who’d come to the rescue. Gabe smiled widely in return.

     “Are you okay?” Ryan asked quickly, bouncing Gabe away from William and taking his shoulders. They were the only two who had walked in and were still close to each other in distance. Who knew where Brendon or Pete were, and Patrick and Joe were gone.

Oh, Patrick. Ryan swallowed in remembrance.

     “Yer, I’m f-fine,” William nodded, scratching around the mark on his throat. Ryan pulled his hand away.

     “Don’t scratch it,” He tiredly stated, looking over at Gabe. “Um, Gabe I kind of… I have something to say okay? So don’t butt in.”

     “Okay?” Gabe replied, listening attentively.

     “Okay, so… So Brendon and I were walking around, looking for you guys right? And we found this room and it had like, well there are cameras everywhere in the building. And… and whoever’s doing this is watching us, okay?” William and Gabe both nodded. Ryan felt really nervous. “Okay, and we found the room where we could see all the rooms, and, and we saw Patrick.”

     “Yer?” Gabe’s lips twisted upwards, standing up straighter, becoming slightly happier. “Yer, where is he?”

     “He, um, he’s… he’s dead.”

Gabe’s eyes widened faster than even William’s could. His mouth fell open slightly, taking a hesitant, unsure step back. “What?” He asked quietly.

Ryan just kept eye contact, sockets filled with sympathy. He chewed on his tongue, thinking over his decision of telling Gabe. Maybe later would have been better.

     “Are you sure?” Gabe asked, voice breaking slightly. He was trying his hardest to fight back tears.

     “Y-yer…” Ryan replied.

The hall was completely silent, Gabe slowly beginning to unravel. At the sight of the first tears William wrapped his arms around Gabe’s neck and hugged him tightly, in return Gabe grabbing fists of his shirt and crying heavily into his neck. William tried not to question what else could go wrong.

Brendon thrust himself into room after room, most bare, some with furniture inside that look as though they hadn’t been used in a hundred years. He was continuously pulling up the legs of his pants, the jacket Ryan had offered still around his shoulders. He felt slightly bad at that, leaving without even giving the jacket back.

He continued through the rooms, trying his hardest to find Pete. Floor after floor he went, taking the elevator, ignoring the now visible camera perched up in the corner. Then he found it.

     “Pete!” Brendon cried, rushing into the room. He gathered Pete up in his arms and pressed his face into the shorter man’s neck. “Are you okay?” Pete just gurgled some incoherent words, body limp in Brendon’s arms, eyes barely open. “Come on man, wake up, keep your eyes open!”

     “A man is cheating on another man’s wife,” The voice was loud, making Brendon turn his head. He saw no one; but he could still hear the voice. “The husband comes home early one day to find the man he thinks is the cheater,” Ryan, Gabe and William all look around quickly, searching with their eyes for the person who’s speaking. “So he knocks him unconscious and tosses him out the window of their two story home.”

     “Speaker…” Ryan notes, stepping closer to the other two.

     “What happens to the man who didn’t get caught?”

Brendon’s heart races as he tries to find the voice that sounds so close. “Pete, come on, keep your eyes open. We have to get back to the others,” He helps the man to his feet, swinging his arm around his shoulder, one hand resting on his waist.

Just as Brendon looked up he could see a clown; pink hair, white face, pink outfit, white dots. He stopped, all three occupants of the room still, held breath. “The man who didn’t get caught is injected with poison and dies before his assistant!”

William, Ryan and Gabe’s eyes widened, concern evident. “Who are they talking about?” Ryan asked. “Are they talking about Pete and Brendon?!”

     “There’s nothing we can do,” William said quietly. “We don’t know where they are, and if he’s already poisoned, we have nothing to undo it.”

Ryan and Gabe were both surprised with William’s answer, though quiet still powerful. He wasn’t trying to be cruel; he was being protective of them. If they tried to find Brendon and Pete they could be caught up in it all and die too. They didn’t want that.

     “Are you okay?” He asked Gabe, eyes locked. Gabe could only nod, wiping his nose and eyes.

     “Thanks.” He muttered.

     “No problem.” William returned, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

     “Now what?” Ryan asked.

Brendon tried not to cry and be angry as he woke in a different room. He tried not to think that Pete was dead, even though he knew he was, and he was actually a little happy. He should have fucking known. Known that Pete would do something like that. And who’s wife?

His.

Your Beauty's Fading, It's Suffocating

jesslovespanic — 2008-11-22T17:05:08Z