Noah lay awake in his bed, staring at the bottom of Tim's bed. You didn't really get scenic views while in a bottom bunk. Thoughts of Milo swirled around in his head. He still did miss Milo Asher, so much.
The door opened, and Noah got the most overwhelming feeling of dread. He closed his eyes and made himself look asleep to the point where any outside observer couldn't tell the difference. He felt a deep calm pool inside him. Then he heard the one voice he never wanted to hear in this room and the calm chilled to ice itself.
"Well, well. I've finally entered Team Citrine's room, for the third time. Which bed is little Evan resting his lovely little head in.." Patrick whispered to himself, holding a camera in his hands.
A chill rushed down Noah's spine. 'Holy shit, he's here.' Noah thought to himself. He could see everything, through his half-shut eyelids.
Patrick strode towards Evan's bunk. "Oh, what a cute little face.. You really did have good taste in vessels, didn't you, Hab? … I miss you, I really do. Haven't seen you in ages," he breathed softly. He stroked Evan's face, ever so gently, with a small grin on his features.
"It's almost selfish of you, Evan, to be doing this. I have friends I like too, you know! ...You've kept my friend locked away in your brain for so long. I've dealt with it for some time. But I have my limits, Evan dear," he hissed quietly into Evan's ear.
"I'll bring you back, Hab, my dear. I'll bring you back and we can take the world by storm again. We can paint the town red, just like good old times," he continued.
"I'm going to break them all, Hab, I am. I'll break Caught, I'll break Tim so deeply he won't even be able to breathe, I'll definitely break Noah, and Evan I'll save for last. You'll see," he muttered. "You'll see. I'll use the knife, just for you," he repeated.
Then he walked up the ladder and Noah heard Patrick breathe dark things into Tim's ear. He blocked out nearly all of it, except for one thing: "You fascinate me."
Noah saw Patrick leave notes under everybody's pillows and take picture after picture.
The final thing that Patrick did was walk to Noah's bed and just.. look at him. Every so often he would stroke Noah's face. Every moment of it was hell to Noah. He could not move or give any indication that he was awake.
He could see Patrick's face. Patrick seemed to be enjoying it, tracing Noah's features with a finger. "I could drown you, Noah. It would be so easy to just extinguish that flame." Patrick mused.
Then he put his hands on Noah's neck, as if to strangle him. He seemed to be considering it. Noah was paralyzed, almost corpse-like. He stared up into those bloodthirsty eyes and saw Patrick's true, demonic nature. Patrick removed his hands from Noah's neck, almost stroking it.
Then he began to walk towards the door. But he stopped in front of it and turned to Noah.
His grin was sadistic and his eyes sparked with maliciousness.
"You'll die slowly, don't worry," he purred, waving goodbye to Noah.
And he strode out of the room, the image of that grin burned into Noah's memory,
those words echoing in Noah's head.
"You'll die slowly, don't worry."
Evan took 3 showers the next day, as if to wash away any traces of Patrick on him.
The others were understandably rattled for a little while.
And Patrick knew, even seemed to revel in their paranoia.
Every time Noah looked at him, the same smile that plagued Noah's nightmares would spread across his face.
And Evan, poor thing, heard Patrick's wicked laughter in every one of his dreams.