The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 47

Dan's Pov

We were going to make it. We were really going to make it. As we had sprinted through the otherworldly battlefield, we had nearly been obliterated too many times to count, but we were finally nearly out of range and going to make it. I saw the end of the alley and picked up my speed a bit, Phil following suite.

Then I heard a short cry followed by a thump coming from behind me and whirled around to see what had happened, coming to a complete halt.

"Go! Run!" Phil shouted and I saw Cat had grabbed hi by the ankle and tripped him. He was now breathing heavily and doing everything in his power to try and  struggle free. She grinned maliciously and grabbed him by the throat, leaving her other hand on his ankle where she had tripped him. She may have been wounded and left to die on the cold ground of this alley, but it was clear that she wasn't going down without a fight.

"Run, Dan! Go! Leave me!" Phil screamed at me again, urging me to go ahead. I stood my ground.

"Let him go," I said coldly and firmly.

"No," Cat spat back at me, still smiling that hateful smile.

"I said," I snarled, advancing a step. "Let. Him. Go."

"Hmm..." she pretended to ponder it. "Nope, still a no." She gasped a bit as the blood began to flow faster from the wound in her stomach, but all the same managed to tighten her grip around my boyfriend's neck.

Suddenly, I sprinted over and kicked her in the side of the head, making her release Phil to reach up and grab her aching skull. He quickly scrambled back, only to be met by a fast moving bullet which collided with his back.

"Phil!" I screamed, rushing over to him. He was breathing even more heavily now, and the small pool of blood now underneath him was slowly becoming larger. "No, no, no, no..." I muttered over and over, tears streaming down my face.

"Dan..." he pointed behind me, causing me to drag my focus from him to the man behind me, his gun pressed to my head.

"Dan," he said.

"Nick," I responded, my current hatred and sadness contradicting each other and rendering my voice emotionless.

He grinned at me, fiddling with the safety on his gun.

"So... Phil's finally dead. What are you gonna do now, faggot? Huh? Your precious little boyfriend is dying, and you're about to follow in his footsteps." As he was speaking, he manoeuvred his way over to Phil, his weapon still trained on the spot between my eyes, and kicked him in the stomach. My grip tightened on the knife I was still holding, which he noticed quickly.

"Tut tut tut, Daniel. Violence isn't the answer," and with that he kicked the blade out of my hand, sending it clattering across the pavement. It was then that I gave up all hope and just accepted that I was going to die. Phil and I were both going to die and there was nothing I could do. Nick cackled as he saw the hope leave my eyes and moved the gun closer to my face.

"Finally accepted that this is the end, have you? Are you ready to die, Dan? Hm?" he said, waving his weapon around in front of me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Phil crawling to the right, and briefly wondered what he was doing. I was soon brought back to my present situation however, as I felt cold metal being pressed to the bridge of my nose. I closed my eyes, bracing for impact; and it never came. Instead, I heard a strangled scream and a thud and opened my eyes to see Nick lying in a heap in front of me, a knife through his heart and pitch black blood pouring from the hole in his flesh.

Eyes wide, I turned to see Phil looking over at the man I had previously considered my friend with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Did you...?" I started to ask, unable to finish my sentence. In response he simply nodded, the action clearly causing him pain.

"Oh, Phil..." I said, starting to cry again. "Why you... WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ME?!" I screamed at no one in particular, punching the wall beside me. I didn't even notice it bleeding as I went over and kneeled beside my dying boyfriend.

"Dan..." he started, then paused to cough, blood splattering the alleyway as he did so. "It's been... it's been two years since I last saw you and... did you know how much I missed you? So, so much. I thought you hated me; everyone else did. I-I'm so sorry..."

I felt another tear slide down my face as I looked at him. I wanted more then anything in the world to switch places with him, so he didn't have to go through this. I wanted to take away all the pain he had ever felt in his life, even if it meant I had to deal with it, because I loved him. I loved him more than I had ever thought possible to love someone before I had met him.

"Dan..." he said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Can you... I know it sounds cheesy, but I missed hearing you do it these past years... can you sing me something, please?"

Slightly surprised but willing to do anything to make him happy, I nodded and asked him what song. Quickly composing myself, I started.

"So long to all my friends, every one of them met tragic ends
with every passing day I'd be lying if I didn't say
that I miss them all tonight
and if they only know what I would say
If I could be its you tonight, I would sing you to sleep, never let them take the light behind your eyes
one day I'll lose this fight
never fade in the dark, just remember you will always burn as bright
Be strong and hold my hand, time becomes for us, you'll understand
we'll say goodbye today, and I'm sorry how it ends this way
if you promise not to cry, then I'll tell you just what I would say if I could be with you tonight
I would sing you to sleep, never let them take the light behind you eyes
I'll fail and lose this fight
never fade in the dark, just remember you will always bring as bright..."

That was as far as I got before the life faded from my Phil's eyes and his skin turned the sickenly pale shade of death. I choked on my tears as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I glanced behind me and just barely managed to make out the Angel through my tears.

"I'm truly sorry, Daniel. I must go now to greet him in heaven and make sure he arrived safely. You never know anymore with all this "hell" stuff going on. I'll come back soon and help you out a bit, okay?" I nodded numbly, not really processing what he had said.

I was soon left alone with just the body of my dead boyfriend and my own thoughts. Everyone had left, either to go and protect Phil or kidnap him up in heaven, leaving me here by myself. I grabbed his body's hand, holding it close to me and crying more. I could hear sirens in the distance, approaching quickly.

I looked around once more, knowing I had to leave; and then I saw it. Nick was still holding his gun. My heart fluttering, I rushed over and scooped it up out of his hand. His dead eyes stared up at me as I pressed the weapon to my temple, closing my eyes and thinking for just a moment.

"See you soon, Phil," I muttered as I pulled the trigger.

There was a bang, a moment of pain...

And then nothing.

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Sorry that was so cheesy