I watched him carefully, my breath lodged deep in my throat. I watched him walk towards me, his dark yellow eyes clouded with lust.
"What do you want with me?"
The devil that was once my innocent Patrick Stump smirked deviously at me. He pressed h...
I groaned and opened my eyes, but quickly shut them due to the intense brightness in the room. I blinked and looked around. From what it looked like to me, I was in a white, like white, mansion. I looked at my clothes, which was much more different than what I previously sported and all my wounds were healed as if it was never there.
I walked down the pristine staircase, glancing around the room. Whoever lived here was living the golden life. I walked around the place and heard music, with someone singing accompanying it.
"Patrick?" I asked myself. "Patrick!"
I started running, looking around every room. The music was getting louder, So I knew I was getting closer. I looked around and saw a mirror. I didn't get a good glimpse of myself. I was hot.
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I played with my hair and touched up my lipstick, when I saw someone else's reflection in the mirror. I froze and stared in shock. "Kierra?" Patrick whispered to me.
I turned around and stared at him, mixed emotions just stirring around me. "Patrick?" I asked. He nodded and walked towards me. I ran over to him and kissed him, which caught him off guard, but he hugged my waist and pullee me closer, returning the kiss.
After all that happened, it didn't matter that he killed me and that is was his fault I got sent to hell. All that mattered that we were together again. We pulled away from each other and stared at each other.
"I'm so sorry," he sad. "This is my fault. I didn't mean to kill you, I didn't realize that I-"
"Shhhh," I hushed him. I cupped his cheeks and grazed my fingers over them. "I know Patrick, I know. It's not your fault. It was the demon inside you. I'm not mad at you."
Patrick at me and took my hands. It just then occurred to me that he had his hand back, and not a hook. "I just feel so bad that I killed my you," he said ubder hus breath. I kissed his cheek and hugged him. "It's okay, baby. It's all over. We can be happy now."
"Not quite."
We broke the embrace and I looked at some guy wearing white and sunglasses. "I'm afraid that we have one more job to do before we can rest in peace," he said to me. "We nust go back to Courtney Love's headquarters and attack the cult with the powrr of rock and roll."
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked him.
"I am God, the king of this domain, Kierra Middleton." He bowed in front of me and kissed my hand. "A pleasure."
I smiled awkwardly and looked at Patrick, confused. "Courtney Love is behind the entire Silence The Noise cult. Pete and Andy wrnt to her HQ and took the suitcase, but Andy died. Pete and ended up fighting me in a desert, which led the both of us to die."
"And for your information, I'm going to hold you against that."
I turned around and saw Pete, Joe and Andy walking towards us. "Kierra. I mean, I knew you were fine as hell, but damn. Those curves," Pete said to me, winking flirtatiously. Patrick pulled me close to him and kissed my cheek.
"Sorry, I don't share," He said.
Pete touched his chest and made a heart around us with his fingers. "My OTP ship is finally sailing," he joked, wiping off an invisible tear.
"It's been 84 years," Joe added.
"If we may focus on the matter at hand," God interrupted. "We mustn't waste time. Go to her HQ and rock out. The music will purify their corrupted souls."
God handed me a a white bow and a white quiver with feathered arrows. My guess from a dove. "This should help you. I am sorry, but we do not have anything else to give yiu fir this battle."
"Good enough for me," I said.
"Then go. Good luck!"
We found ourselves transported to Courtney's HQ and her black clad minions marched towards us, weapons in hand. The guys started playing and white energy at them. I did the same, shooting arrows. One by one, everyone wore white and jammed out with us.
A scream was heard and I saw some type of bird thing walking towards us, slathering those who came in its path. I looked at Patrick and took his hand, bravely striding towards our opponent. Blood splattered all over us, but I ignored it. We stood in front of it and shot a giant blast of energy at it. It screeched and exploded drenching us in more blood. Great.
I looked at my clothes and cringed. "It's over," Pete panted. "We did it. We saved rock and roll." I smiled at Patrick kissed him passionately. It was finally over. No more running, no more killing, more more demon. Nothing was in the way of me and Patrick
