1ST POV
A hand finds mine in the darkness as I am pushed forwards, walking as best as I can without the luxury of seeing my feet; or anything for that matter.
I squeeze the hand in response. It's Phil's, I know it is.
After a bit more walking we're pulled apart again, and I'm shoved harshly again.
I have a bad feeling about this.
The bag is removed from my head, and I squint as my eyes adjust to the light.
I'm in what looks like a boxing ring, but with spikes on the sides preventing me from escaping. Surrounding are rows and rows of seats, full of rows and rows of people. People with tattoos, wacky hairstyles, piercings covering their entire faces. They all had a wolf tattoo on their left shoulder.
Shit.
Where's Phil?
I scan around me once more, and finally find him, and I wish I hadn't.
He's sat cross-legged on the floor, chains around his wrists. Chains that were held by none other than Damien Wolfblood himself, smirking down at me.
"What is this?" I find my voice, clenching my fists at my sides at the fear in Phil's vibrant blue eyes.
"Let's just call it... a little test. To see if you really deserve to rejoin."
I don't even fucking want to, asshole.
I look over at a noise - a clanging, metal on metal sort of noise. Someone else has been shoved into the ring with me, but their fists are raised and ready.
I look back over at Damien and Phil.
Phil is biting his lip. He hates fighting, is what I've realised.
"I won't fight."
Glares shoot at me from all around.
The man in the ring runs at me, intending to punch. I step out of the way, but my eyes are still on Phil's.
The tiniest of smiles grows on his face.
"Fight you gay prick!" Damien growls.
What?
"Yeah that's right. I know your little secret." Damien lifts a knife to Phil's throat.
"I'm not gay," I stare at him, dodging another punch without looking away.
He laughs loudly, and the crowd joins him. "Awe, he's in denial. And there I was thinking you were smart."
I dodge a kick, and the man groans in frustration.
"Fight, Dan. Or I'll kill your little boyfriend."
I know he wasn't kidding.
Phil whimpers slightly as the knife is pushed lightly against his throat.
I swallow, and turn to face the guy, who looks somewhat relieved for this.
He throws a lazy side punch. I duck under, and kick his feet from out of him.
He stays on his feet. He's stronger than I thought, but I'm faster. He grabs me and throws me against one of the walls.
I regain my balance quickly, and run at him. He tries to punch me again, but I dodge.
When I'm close enough, I whack him upwards with an uppercut. He turns his head and spits blood, before turning to me with a glare. He grabs me by the throat, lifting me into the air. I grab hold of his arm and twist it painfully. He drops me. I kick him hard in the stomach. He toppled to the ground.
I steal a glance over at Phil.
He's terrified, and I can't tell whether the fear is of me or for me.
Selfishly, I hope it's the latter.
I'm still watching him when the heavily built man punches me in the face.
It hurts like crazy.
And suddenly I'm on the floor, and he's kicking me in the stomach, over and over and over. I don't let myself make a sound, not wanting to give Damien the satisfaction of my pain.
He keeps kicking. Immense pain each time his foot makes contact with my chest.
He's probably cracked a rib.
Then I hear a voice.
"Come on, Dan!" Phil calls out.
I grab his foot as it swings towards me again, and throw him over myself. I stumble to my feet, sucking in a deep breath. He gets up again, and goes to knock me down once more.
I don't give him a chance. I grab his arm, and twist it behind him. A loud crack echoes through the room, and he yells out. Then I use his injured arm, and shove his face into one of the spikes on the walls. At first he struggles.
And then he stops.
Blood pours out of his body, onto my hands, my clothes.
I look down at him and my hands silently, paling.
"I knew you had it in you."
Damien's smirking.
"I'm not gay."
I'm glaring back.
"Oh? Then I'm sure you won't mind if I do this." Damien tugs on Phil's chains, forcing him closer, and presses his lips strongly on his.
That hurt more than the fight did.
"GET OFF OF HIM, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE." I run to the side of the ring, gripping the bars angrily.
Damien laughs coldly, shoving Phil harshly back to the ground. His dark eyes meet mine, and finally he's angry. "You were supposed to be gay for me, Dan."
"W-what?" Phil whimpers from the ground.
I glare back at him.
"Oh he hasn't told you?" Damien's laugh sounds like a cackle, laced with satisfaction and anger all at once.
(Flashback)
Dan stares out of the window of his room.
A knock comes at the door; he ignores it.
And it opens anyway.
A dark haired boy with intense eyes and strong muscles walks in, and smiles at his back. "Hey Dan."
"Fuck off, Wolfgang."
"I- sorry, dude. I just want to tell you something."
Dan ignores him, continuing to stare out of the window.
Damien takes a seat beside him on the bed, and grabs Dan's chin, forcing him to look back at him.
"I like you, bro. And I know you like me too, so let's just stop pretending."
Dan glares at him, shoving his hand away. "What the hell are you on about?"
"We're gay. It's going to be tough, people might laugh. But they won't once they realise how strong we are together."
"I'm not- you're- ugh," Dan shoves him away, getting to his feet. His glare strengthens. "I don't like you! In fact, I fucking hate you. I hate everyone in this goddamn building. Being gay is bad. Not right. You're a spawn of satan. Now fuck off, okay? My parents just died, and you're caring about a stupid-ass forced relationship?! Stay away from me."
A look of hurt crosses over Damien's face, but it's quickly replaced with anger. "You'll regret that."
He stands up, and storms out, slamming the door behind him.
"I fucking hate this gang." Dan mutters under his breath, kicking a wall before going back to his position on the bed.
"How the tables have turned, Daniel James Howell," Damien laughs coldly.
Phil is staring in surprise at the two of us, his head whipping left and right.
"I told you you would regret it," he smirks, before looking down at Phil. "He'll make a nice prize, won't he boys."
The crowd yells and laughs their agreement.
Phil whimpers under all of their gazes.
"A lovely trophy to prove that you, like everyone else, should never have gone against me, and that you've paid the price."
I turn around upon hearing the clanging again. Someone's entered, but this time, with a gun. A gun aimed directly at my forehead.
"No-" Phil yells out, but is quickly silenced.
"Goodbye, spawn of Satan." Damien laughs.
No.. I can't die. I can't die and leave Phil stuck with them. I need to.. I can't ... I can't die.
The man with the gun steps closer. Quick as a flash, I knock his hand to the side, and steal the gun. I raise it, and fire, and a bullet flies through the man's head.
The door is still open, though they're trying to close it.
I run, and Indiana-Jones my way under, shooting the two managing the door steadily.
People run at me from all angles. I just keep shooting, and reloading, and dodging, and shooting again.
I start shooting through the crowd, and moving towards Damien and Phil.
I aim at him.
Damien glares.
I pull the trigger.
But nothing happens.
I'm out of bullets.
"You were supposed to be mine," Damien yells angrily, grabbing the empty gun from my hands and hitting me around the head with it.
Bodies surround us. It seems everyone else have retreated.
I try to push myself up from the ground, feeling Phil's gaze on me. A foot presses down on my back, forcing me back down. And a hand grabs my chin, and forced me to look at Phil.
"If I can't kill you, then I can at least kill the one asshole in this world that you love."
The sound of a knife plunging into Phil. It surrounds me, echoes around me and I know I'll never escape it.
I stare at Phil, frozen on the spot.
Damien places down the gun beside me, ruffles my hair, and walks out.
A door slams, and locks.
I move to Phil, quickly pulling the knife out of his back and holding him in my arms, putting pressure against the wound.
"Dan..." He whispers, his eyes are flickering.
"No! Don't close your eyes. You're going to be okay. Save your strength," I mumble.
He smiles a smile laced with sadness, and I hold him tighter in my arms. "I-I'm sorry.. Dan... I.. I love.... you."
And his eyes close. He falls still, his pale skin, paler than before.
"No.. Phil.." Tears form in my eyes, and fall down my cheeks. "Phil, please... please don't die... please.." My begging means nothing. He's gone, and I know it. I cry harder, laying my head on his bloodied chest.
Phil's dead. I can't believe he's dead. He can't be dead.
He can't be.
"I.. I love you too," I cry, sitting up and stroking Phil's raven black hair. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault."
All the walls I've built up over the years break down. Crashing and falling.
The gun lays next to me. It's got one bullet left.
I can't live like this. Not anymore. Not without Phil.
Without my family, without my friend.
My shaky hands move, and lift it from the ground. They lift it to the side of my head. I lay down on Phil, a tear falling down my cheek.
I'm sorry, Phil.
I pull the trigger. A gunshot sound, and then darkness.
For years I feared death. But now I embrace it, and it's surprisingly less painful than I thought.
The End.
Oof. I finally finished this. Yay.
So uh they died. Sorry if I upset anyone 😉😬
I'm not gonna do a long, sappy speech. But.. thank you for reading my Dan and Phil fanfic, and for being so patient when it comes to me updating.
(Also, please don't hate on Dan for hating on Damien before, and being rude about being gay. Keep in mind his parents were incredibly religious, and whilst he didn't agree with their beliefs when they were alive, after they died everything they thought were the most important thing that he had left of them. And that flashback scene was set a week or so after their death, so. \_(•-•)_/ )
I love you all for reading this, and I hope you enjoyed it (mostly)
- Wolfie xx