July

Pete's POV

"Calm down babe, it's just coffee." I try to calm my hyperactive boyfriend but to no avail. "You don't understand Pete! Joe's a really good friend. You'll love him!" Patrick says as he jumps up and down in his seat.

"I'm sure I will." Luckily he can't detect the sarcasm. We were supposed to meet up at 3pm and now it's 3:30pm. "He's late." Patrick glares at me. "He probably got caught up at work at the end, he did try and leave early to do this so shut up!" He's pissed off at me for some reason but I don't know why and I don't care.

"That's him!" Pat squeals as the bell goes signaling a new customer. "Joe!" He comes over with his obnoxious fro and sits next to Patrick hugging him tightly and ignoring me completely. Brendon's lucky that I'm doing this for him otherwise Joe would be a bloody corpse in the corner with his crimson liquid all over the white tiled floor and walls.

"Joe this is Pete." Patrick introduces me to him. "Hi, nice to meet you." He sticks out his hand but I choose to blatantly ignore it. "Likewise."

They chat and laugh and shit leaving me in my own little world until Joe says what I need to hear. "...and Ryan's having a party at his place tonight. You guys should come! It's literally on the other side of town and you can't miss it. It's the only four storey building on Ryden Street."

"Um I know where it is, Ryan and I have been friends for years but I don't know. I don't really like parties. Even if it is Ryan." Patrick says quietly. "Come on Patrick! It'll be fun."

"What do you think Pete?" I snap my attention back to them and smile. "Sure why not. Sorry, just thinking. I have to go now. Awsten wants me to go help him and Geoff put up a bookcase because they're both useless." I smile apologetically and excuse myself before leaving.

Ugh finally! Patrick's been really clingy recently and Joe's a smug shithead. I hate him with a passion and I can tell the feeling's mutual. It's ok though, him and his puppeteer will be out of the way by tonight and I can drop Patrick and be happy again. He's become leechy and I'm a bit sick of it. I need a change in scenery. It's all fake now.

I pull out my phone and text Brendon.

Brendon's POV

"I know where Ross is and we're taking him down today." Is the first words that leave Pete's mouth as he storms through the door. Sarah picks up her bowl of tuna, sweetcorn and whipped cream and leaves. "He's having a party tonight and pretty much everyone's invited."

"We'd hate to be gate crashers," I say with a smirk, "but let's help him set up for a night that no one will ever forget." Pete grins and nods. Mikey and Dallon arrived earlier so Awsten, Geoff and Otto can meet us there.

"Where is he?" Dallon asks. "The only four storey building on Ryden Street." Pete recites. Finally some good news! "He moved then.That's not a problem, at least we know where he is. Grab you're shit, we're going." My instruction is crystal clear and so is my intention. Ryan will pay for what he did, not just to me but to all of us especially Mikey. He needs this, deserves this and we can give it to him.

He can get his revenge.

-

Dallon pulls the key out of the ignition and we all pile out of the metal contraption and join Awsten, Otto and Geoff in the summer heat. "Ready to kick some ass?" Awsten asks. We all nod and set off towards the towering building. I walk up to the door and knock twice. Unknowingly Ryan opens the door expecting early arrivals but instead he's met with my smirk and gun aimed at his chest, no that is not a euphemism, I have an actual loaded fire arm.

"Urie. What a pleasant surprise."

"Cut the crap, get inside, Pete shut the door." I usher him inside; the door shuts behind us. "You're early. The party starts at seven and I wasn't expecting anyone this early so apologies for the mess. If I had known you were coming then I would've tidied up a little." Ryan offers us an apologetic smile and I almost feel bad for what we're about to do. Almost.

"Ah see that's where you're wrong. The party's almost begun. You just need a little more decoration." I take a look around the place down here and give him a nod of approval. There's streamers and lights put up already but that's nothing. "It's a nice place, just a little bare." He looks confused so I ask someone to help me explain.

"I don't think Mr Ross understands so can someone help me out? What needs to happen to make it look better? Mikey?" I look at him and he steps forwards, hands behind his back examining the kitchen.

"Ah yes. What this wall needs is a little dash of colour so just a spray of crimson whereas as this wall needs to be doused in dripping scarlet. This corner needs more bones and the table needs more limbs. We'll see what we can do but no promises. Especially when we try and add some organs to the living room. We might not have time to place them before your guests arrived but we'll try our hardest and that's a promise." He winks at Ryan making the shorter man pale.

"Do you think you're tough Urie? Do you think you scare me?" He asks. I scoff. "Nope, I think Mikey here scares you and for good reason." I Iean in close. "You should be scared." I pull away and cock my head to the side. "Any last words?" I ask, aiming my gun at his head.

"Yeah. You're a pathetic excuse for a human. Suck my big fa-" I pull the trigger. A gaping wound opens inbetween his eyes. Blood trickles down his face into his open mouth. "Mikey?"

"Yes?"

"He's all yours." I exit the house with a smile plastered across my face. I walk away with the sounds of his body being torn apart limb from limb as Mikey gets the justice he deserves. "An eye for an eye don't you think?" I ask Dallon. "Three cheers for sweet revenge." He answers. "Exactly."

Patrick's POV

"Do I look Ok?" I ask, examining myself in the mirror. "Patrick you look great, stop worrying! Come on." Joe stayed with me all afternoon since he finished his shift and Pete didn't make a reappearance. I know I should tell Joe about Pete but maybe another time. It's not that important.

"Are you ready?" I groan and nod. "As ready as I'll ever be. Pete said he'll meet us there." I wish he was here now though, I could use him as support. "Who even is Pete and what's his deal?"

"No one important." I say. Joe stands up and walks out the room. "Come on!" I sigh and follow after him. Tonight's going to be a long night.

-

"M'lady." Joe offers me his arm when I climb out the car. I take it graciously and we walk up to the house. "We're early. I need to talk to Ryan before this starts so you can just do whatever." Joe tells me. I nod. I've been here so many times before, we've known each other for ages, ever since high school actually. He knocks on the door and waits. No one answers. "Ry?" Still no reply.

Joe tries the door. It's unlocked. "That's weird, Ryan always locks the door. Is someone already here..." He trails off. I look over his shoulder and gasp. No one's here now but whoever was has left us a nice welcome. Joe rushes into the kitchen and I follow after, clinging to his side.

The scene that greets us makes my stomach twist and flip. This is not the house I know, this is a muder scene. There's smeared blood over the walls, an arm and a leg on the table and in the corner is... "Ryan." Joe breathes. It's what's left of him. There's nothing but a head and torso. A gaping hole in his chest spurts more blood. How does someone have that much blood? His arms and legs have been detached and dry crusty blood covers his skin. It still pours out of the holes where his limbs should be. Glazed over vacant eyes stare at the ceiling, blood trickling into his open mouth.

He hasn't been here long enough to smell but the sight is enough to scar anyone. Joe examines his remains and other pieces of him scattered around. "Joe." I whisper. My stomach churns and I feel dizzy. Oh God. I sprint out of the room and into the living room. A wall supports me and holds me up as my stomach contents ejects itself out of my face.

On shaky legs I carry myself over to the sofa and collapse in a sobbing heap. I look up from the floor and my eyes fix on something on the coffee table. Is that..."Joe!" I yell. He runs into the room. "Patrick! Oh my God I didn't realise how much this would effect you. Look we need to leave, we'll talk back at my place ok?" I point at the slimy thing on the stained wood.

"Ah."

"What is it?"

"What do you think it is?"

"Is...is it a..a..."

"It's his heart, Patrick. I'm sorry you had to see any of this but we have to go." I look up at him alarmed. "Joe that's Ryan! He has been murdered! I'm not leaving my best friend in pieces all over his fucking house! We need to call the police!"

"And tell them what?" Joe demands. "That we just found him? He's dead! No one else is here, it will look like we did it. Don't worry, we'll sort it out but we have to go." He drags me out the house and into the car barely giving me time to put on my belt before he sets off.

We arrive back at Joe's house and even though I've stopped crying it still hasn't properly sunk in. We saw my best friend that's been so crazy and full of life since I've known him when we met at fifteen, dismembered and just left him. "Joe...someone has to know. People are gonna turn up tonight and see that." I say quietly. "Don't worry, someone knows. We don't need to sort it out. I'll find someone to talk to if you're struggling. Just say you were with the everyone else when they arrived and you saw it too and you need to talk to someone I don't know Patrick just get out the car."

I do as he asks, a little scared of the harshness in his tone. We walk into his house and sit on the sofa in silence. "I'm sorry I snapped it's just...that's my best friend!"

"Oh shut up! You moved here like two or three months ago and I've known him years! How are you not freaking out? We just left him!" Oh my God we left him. A tidal wave of emotion washes over my body and tears start pouring from my eyes. Joe puts his arms around me and pulls me to him. "He's dead Joe. He's dead." The person that was there for me for so long is gone. Gone.