A/N: short chapter but I have plans for this
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"He was onto me." Patrick says, gazing down at Ryan's corpse. It wasn't fresh by any means, but still very identifiable. He's maybe a week old, Pete gags on the smell. "He almost took me down so, I had to take him down first. I'm sorry I killed your friends."

Pete runs a shaky hand through his short hair, trying hard not to grip it and pull. Then he looks over at Patrick, whose face has become nothing but emotionless and blank. He's used to seeing death.

"Friends?" Pete questions. "Who else-"

"I can't remember their names. But I know one of them was in the interrogation room the day I got caught."

There was no one else in that room other than Pete, Ryan, and, "Jon?"

Patrick shrugs. "Maybe. I don't know what came over me."

"Patrick, you have gone off the deep end. How many people have you killed over the years? Did you murder the whole fucking city?!" Pete shouts, frustrated that he can't do anything about this. This is his fault, he's the reason Patrick has been this way.

"I don't know." Patrick speaks in a bored tone, unphased by Pete's yelling. "Fifteen. Twenty. In this field alone. I can't stop myself, I've tried over and over but it never worker. I think... I think you should've let me die in prison."

"Patrick-"

"I shouldn't be here, Pete. I'm the reason this town is so dangerous, I've become a monster. You can't save me from what I've become. Unless-"

"No, shut your mouth!" Pete places his hands on Patrick's shoulders and tries to talk some sense into him. "I know what you're going to say, okay, and I'm against it. You need to be here, we can fix this."

Patrick shakes his head sadly. "No we can't. There's only one way to fix me."

"Please, don't say it."

"If you won't do it, then I'll do it myself."

"I'm not killing you, Patrick! I can't do that, I love you!"

Patrick snatches himself from Pete's grip, putting distance between them. He looks angry and it's the first emotion he's shown in the past twenty minutes. "Why?! How could you love someone like me? I don't deserve to be here, I'm not good for anything! My future is empty, Pete. The only thing I have to look forward to is death. Even if I turn my life around, I still have a wrap-sheet that started back when I was sixteen. I've hurt people. Killed them just because I felt like it. If you don't end my life I'll do it myself, or I'll find someone else who will."

Pete didn't realize he was crying until after Patrick stopped speaking. "I need you, Patrick. I've been gone for ten years and all I could think about was you. Saving you. Holding you. If you die, I die. I can't live without you Patrick. We can fix this, we just have to try."

Patrick looks down at his feet a moment then gazes back up at Pete. His eyes are wet and shining with tears in the moonlight. Patrick hates himself for causing that more than any dead body. He doesn't want to hurt Pete, he can't.

"Okay," he says quietly. "Let's try."