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The Resistance

Chapter Two: A Fortune for Your Disaster

Pete had been staring at his shoes for two hours. They really were the only thing worth
looking at in the dark, decrypt hell he had been put into. No one had bothered to talk to him
since he had been arrested; no one had even opened the door to his room. Not to give him food, or to tell him why he was in this fucking place. He stood up, tired of being quiet and waiting for something to happen, he was Pete Wentz after all, he made things happen. As he pushed himself off the floor, the shackles and chains tightly latched onto his ankles shook and chimed; almost deafening him after the intense silence of his cell. Hearing the loud clashing of chains, a devilish grin spread across Pete’s face, and he began to jump up and down, shaking and banging the chains together as hard as he could. “Hey! HEY! Is anybody out there? Anybody want to give me a couple of answers? I could do this all fucking day!!” Clashing and Crashing and screaming his head off Pete continued his attempts of finding someone to talk to.
It worked. “SHUT UP!” screamed a deep voice from a nearby cell, “Shut the fuck up! It’s bad enough we’re stuck in this shitty prison, do you have to go and make it worse with all that
chain slamming?” Pete continued to bang the shackles; he would stop when his questions were
answered. “Who’re you?” he shouted, “And why should I stop? Where are we? What is William doing
to Chicago?” The deep voice took it’s time in answering. “You stop banging those fucking chains, and I’ll tell you everything I know. Sound fair?” Those words were exactly what Pete
had wanted to hear, he stopped jumping and shuffled forward. Carefully, he crawled to the other
side of his cell, stretching his restraints to the limit. Pete pressed his face against the barred window that connected his cell with that of the deep voiced man’s. “So, tell me
everything.” Pete’s eyes scanned the dark neighboring cell, searching for the man who had promised answers. “Well first I think I should introduce myself, I’m Donnie, head of the
Resistance. Can I ask your name?” What the hell is the Resistance? Pete was seriously out of it; maybe he’d been down here longer than he thought. He really needed some answers. “I’m
Pete,” he answered the man, “Pete Wentz. What’s the Resistance?” “PETE WENTZ?” “Oh please tell me that’s not who you are, please, they’ve been offering a fortune for your disaster, and if
they have you…. The Resistance will have no hope.” What. The. Hell. Pete had no idea what this guy was talking about, who was the “they” that wanted him so badly, and what was the
Resistance? “Dude really I honestly have NO IDEA what you're talking about, we haven’t been here that long, nothing too big could’ve happened out there could it? What’s the Resistance? And who is ‘they,' what do they want with me?”..... If this man didn’t start giving straight answers, Pete would start banging his chains again.
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