lethal //phan

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Phil
Phil found himself walking around the school grounds that night. The last time he checked it was one in the morning. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get to sleep. Walking usually made him tired, it was what he did back home when he'd had trouble with it.

Curiosity had gotten the best of him yet again and he decided to go exploring, not that he could see much - it was practically pitch black outside.

The stars above him were the only things illuminating the landscape around him. They casted shapes against the trees by the wood next to the school.

He heard a noise coming from around the woods, it sounded human but he wasn't sure. Who else was mad enough to be wandering around in the middle of the night?

The noise guided Phil to the outskirts - still no one was visible. Becoming lost in thought, he ignored his surroundings and all the instincts telling him to turn back allowing himself to walk further and further in. Somehow the woods were even darker than where he was stood a minute ago.

Before he was aware of what was happening he'd fell to the floor. He tried to get up but he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. His legs felt like anchors beneath him, dragging him down. The air around him was becoming thicker and was making it harder to breathe.

Something on the ground was now tangled around his left leg, the only logical explanation that came to mind was that it was some sort of ingrown weed. All he knew was that there was no way he could move, nor a way he could escape.

He needed to calm down - none of this was real, he could get out if he wanted to. It was all in his mind, it was his mind controlling him and not the other way round as it should be. Even his powers didn't work here, he focused and focused to make his legs move, to break away from whatever he was stuck in, but it was no use, both were stubborn and refused to budge.

It was his own fault really, he was warned to stay away.

The smell of burning leaves and smoke became more eminent by the second, as did his pulse rate. After time Phil saw a the glow of a torch in the distance, the sound of footsteps could now be heard walking in the direction that the flames were spreading; they sped up each time, until the pace of a run, the crinkling of leaves more prominent with every pace. They most likely belonged to a teacher who'd heard a noise.

The trees had become distorted in shape and had began to cave in on him. His head was pounding and everything was spinning, like he was on a ride at the fairgrounds he used to visit with his friends; except this time his heart was thumping for all the wrong reasons.

For probably the first time in his life he was glad to be greeted by a familiar southern accent.

"What the hell, Phil?" Dan yelled, there was worry in his voice. He began frantically tearing the ground, trying to free his leg.

Whatever it was at his feet seemed to obey Dan and not ignore him like it did with Phil. He knew his physical fitness wasn't great, but this was pitiful.

Phil was untangled but his legs still refused to move. His entire body had frozen with fear and shock. He felt weak and vulnerable because he couldn't control anything whatsoever. Even speaking was impossible and it was only silence that answered when Dan asked him if he needed help.

Dan was a lot stronger than he looked and was able to lift Phil into his arms without a problem. He carried Phil all the way back into the school and into a room and onto a bed.