Speechless 《Phan》

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Run Dan, run!

The words repeated in Dan's mind as he pushed himself to continue on. Right now there were 4 testosterone filled monsters trying to catch up to him along with 2 groupies. They were just there to point and laugh after Dan was down on the floor and bleeding.

His vision was going fuzzy and everything began to morph together. It felt like a nightmare. Here he was surrounded by pitch black darkness with a group of tormentors close behind.

He couldnt see them and his imagination was beginning to get the better of him, turning the four sixteen year olds into blood thristy monsters with blood dripping down there chins. Or better yet, Dan's blood.

The fact that he couldnt even scream made it just that much worse. It felt like his heart had somehow dissengaged itself from his body and managed to climb up to his throat. His muscles began to ache and suddenly he regretted not participating during gym class and instead pretending to forget his gym bag...two years in a row.

"Cant run much longer Danny Boy!" Someone shouted though he couldn't decipher who it was. "It's 4 to 1, youre outnumbered you fucking freak!"

This only gave Dan another rush of adrenaline and suddenly his common sense was gone. He turned around trying to get a view of how much harder he would have to try to outrun these angry meatheads until he heard the screech of tires against pavement.

It seemed to go in slow motion. The first thing he saw were the two bright lights coming straight at him, blocking his vision and making him both blind and mute. The screech of the tires was somehow louder than the shouts of the teenagers who were yelling out profanities and warnings to run back from where they came from. As the lights dimmed down Dan started freaking out.

He had almost just died for fucks sake. Had he literally just run into a fucking intersection on one of the roads leading to a bar? He mentally scolded himself. Who in their right mind turns to look behind them while running from someone and what kind of mentally stable person runs out into the middle of a road unless they have a death wish?

"Oh bloody hell." He heard a muffled whisper come out from the car and saw a shadow begin to appear. He shrunk back into his light pink jumper and pulled his sleeve up to his mouth to chew on it, one of his nervouse habits.

As he adjusted to the lighting of the dark street, the figure started to become more visible. Dans breath caught in his throat. This guy was freaking massive.

Dan was fairly tall for a 16 year old, standing at around 5'11 but this guy, he looked to be about 6'1 and from dans point of view he looked almost a foot taller. The guy began walking closer to dan and dan caught sight of the strangers tattoos that littered his arms and the dark blue hair that seemed almost black in the moonlight. Dan was intimidated to say the least.

"Are you alright?" The stranger asked once he was in front of Dan and he nodded nervously, still shaken up from the past couple events.

"Good." The boy stated calmly before his tone became more aggitated and upset in a split second. "What the hell were you thinking?! Running into the middle of a road like that?! Do you have a death wish or something?!" The boy shouted at the younger man in front of him and dan put his hands out in and attempt to communicate with the older boy.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dan rolled his eyes and started signing.

"Im so sorry sir, but i was getting chased and i didnt think to look both ways before crossing i just-" he began before seeing the guys confused expression.

He pointed to himself starting some sort of Cherades game.

"I?" The older boy started to guess.
"Sorry?" He paused. "Here, hold on." He said as he jogged back to his car and came back with an old reciept and a pen, then handed them over to Dan.

Dan took them and began to rewrite what had happened. As the man read it over and handed the paper back to Dan as he turned back to the street where dan had emerged from only minutes before. "It's fine. Im phil by the way." He introuduced himself and stuck out his hand for dan to shake.

"Dan"

"Well it was nice to meet you.. i guess." Phil chuckled, becoming more aware of how awkward this meeting scenario was.

"You too."

"Are you sure youre alright?" Phil asked for what seemed like the billionth time, still unsure of what the protocall was for when someone ran out in front of your car.

"Im fine you dork." Dan chuckled lightly.

"Well, it's fairly late, do you want a ride?" He offerred before seeing Dan's unsure expression. "You totally dont have to i just, i thought since someone was following you, you would feel safer." Phil rambled on trying to explain himself and look less like a kidnapper.

"You really dont have to" dan scribbled down hastily and handed the rumpled piece of paper back to this new guy- phil.

"No, it's totally fine. Where do you live?" Phil paused "I totally sound like a stalker but i swear im not." He said making dan laugh, though it came out a bit choppy.

Dan looked around a bit more weighing his options. Walking home alone at 8pm on a winter night with below freezing weather in a rough part of town with a bunch of drunk men coming out of bars. Or, getting in the car with a man who looked to be a couple years older than himself who nearly killed him and looked quite intimidating.

Dan chose the latter.