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Are you there Lion?

Dan's P.O.V

"Morning Phil" I say to my boyfriend as I peck his lips and return to the pancakes I'm cooking.

"What that's all I get?" He says and pouts.

"If you don't want burned pancakes. Then yes." I reply with a smile as I feel him wrap his arms around my waist and place his chin on my shoulder.

"I'm going to go to the shop quickly. I'll be back in about half and hour. Is that okay babe?" He asks me, breathing on my neck in the process.

"Of course I'll save some pancake mix for you." I say shivering slightly from his warm breath.

"Okay. I'll be back soon." He shouts as he runs out the door, grabbing his wallet and phone on the way out.

Huh. That's weird he didn't say I love you. I think to myself as I plate my food and walk to my room.

I just edited a new video. It will be up in a few hours. It's a big deal...

I check over my tweet and press send. Will they guess we're announcing our relationship from that? Hopefully not.

"Lion are you there ?" I say as I hear the front door open. When I don't get a reply I start to get worried.

"Phil. This isn't funny, your starting to scare me"

"Come here Dan" I hear Phil say in a voice that does not belong to the Phil I know.

"Okay. Are you in the living room?" I ask warely.

"Yes" is the one word reply I receive.

As I make my way to the living room I silently pray to myself that nothing is wrong. Phil wouldn't hurt me. Right?

I enter the living room to be met with the sight of Phil - or at least I'm assuming it's Phil - wearing a hockey mask and clutching a Tesco carrier bag.

"Phil, what's going on?" I ask, my voice wavering.

"You always were very fun to play with Daniel. But now I need to end this. I've let it go on for to long." He "explains" to me.

"What the fuck is going on Phil. What do you mean play with. Do you not love me?" I beg for answers my voice breaking on the last word.

"Of course I don't. But as I said I need to end this and quickly. I need to have time to get ready for my date with PJ. " He tells me with a smug smile.

"Oh sorry to inconvenience you. If you want I could just off myself save you the trouble." I say choking back tears.

"Oh don't worry about it. I actually kind of enjoy this part. Not the blood thought that's just such a pain to get off. It really stains. That's why I'm wearing black, oh and the masks so it doesn't splat onto my face." I feel sick. He's speaking of my murder so nonchalantly and even chuckling.

"Well let's get this over with then. Just fucking shoot me or something." I remark rudely.

"Oh no I was planing on killing you in a more, fun way. Perhaps with this?" He gestures towards the baseball bat leaning against the wall. He throws his head back and laughs loudly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you. You just going to maximum and lengthen my suffering. Great!" I sarcastically snap at him.

"Did you know ever time you are rude to me you earn yourself another punishment." He appears to be lost in thought as he pulls a knife from his "shopping bag" . He then begins to twiddle it between his thumb and index finger.

"Hmm what will your first punishment be?" He thinks aloud. Then out of no where I am pinned against the couch and he is pulling rope from his bag and begins to tie me down.

"Phil please!" I beg him as the tears start to fall uncontrollably down my cheeks. "I love you! Doesn't that mean anything? Lion..." I begin sobbing hysterically.

Doesn't he care? What am I supposed to do. He's going to kill me! The man I love is going to kill me! These thoughts only make me sob harder.

"Shut up would you?" He says and reaches into his bag to pull out...a piece of fabric and rope? He rolls it into a ball and violently grabs my chin. Oh shit. I know where this is going. I try to break from his grip with great difficulty due to my restraints. He eventually - despite my attempts to stop him - forces my mouth open and forces the fabric into,ties the rope around my whole head which secures it in my place. This in theory suffices as a gag - probably to muffle my screams as he brutally murders me.

Why did this happen to me? Have I done something wrong? I thought Phil loved me. I love him...so much.

"Now for the really fun part" Phil says happily. The thing that's really sick about this is the fact that he's acting like a kid in a candy store. It's not even like he has no feelings. He actually gets a kick out of killing. It makes my blood run cold.

"Penny for your thoughts Danny?" Phil asks me mockingly.

I just scowl at him.

"Remember what I said. Don't be rude Danny" he says as though chiding a child. "You get hurt when you do that" he says in the most deadly voice I have eve heard.

All of a sudden there is a searing pain in my forehead (A/N no not Harry Potter) I look up to see a blade piercing my skin. I can feel the hot sticky blood dripping down my face when without warning I feel Phil lean forward and lick the blood off of me. I shudder in disgust from the contact. It feels so strange that I find Phil's touch repulsive considering just hours ago I revelled in it.

"I'm going to bleed you dry" he says and let's out a little excited giggle. "Then I'm going to cut you into tiny little pieces"

He stands up and retreats towards the door keeping his eyes on me the whole time making sure i don't try anything - not that I'm In a position to hurt him in anyway - he grabs ahold of his baseball bat and flips it into the air catching it with the same hand, like a drummer. He then makes his way back over to me - bat in hand - and smiles sadistically at me before quickly taking a swing at my midsection knocking the breath out of me. He hits me several more times before he drops the bat and laughs histerically.

"Now it's time to make you really bleed" he then pulls a butchers knife from his bag, twirling it, making it catch the light. The blade is placed on my chest and is used to cut my shirt down the middle.

"Mffffff" is my muffled cry when Phil begins to engrave the letter d into my chest. The blood gushes out of the cut. I'm so helpless I can't do anything to stop it.

Phil grins down at me. "I'm having a great time aren't you?"

What the fuck does he expect me to say I'm gaged? And If I wasn't I'm not gonna say "oh yeah I'm having a great time. We should do this more often." I mean is he fucking nuts? Probably.

"Well it's been fun, but My date with PJ is in four hours and I've got to tidy up all this, dispose of your body and prepare an outfit. God I'm so freaking busy today. You know what I'm gonna take your gag out. Promise you won't scream. " He removes the gag from my mouth and throws it somewhere else. Clutching the knife with both of his hands he plunges it into my chest. I feel the pain but at the same time I feel nothing all I can feel is an overwhelming sense of peace. Finally I can just die and leave all the pain, the suffering and most of all the heartache because although Phil never loved me. I loved him and that is why the words that died on my lips as I took my last breath were.

"I love you Lion forever and always"

So yeah. I really wanted to right a murder fic and this happened. I wrote this at like 2 am - 4 am so again it's probably crappy. Sorry bout it!! Thank you to canyounotphan for proof reading it. I hope you liked it and if you did please vote!! 💕💕

Peace out assholes xx