drop dead ; phan

xvi

this gross mistake hit 2k wtf guys

"i met chris for the first time when he helped me get out of trouble for shoplifting. he offered me a place a stay after i kept following him around and i, of course, accepted.

it didn't take long for me to get paranoid once i started overhearing his conversations about drugs and targets, and questioning the heavy scars and bruises that covered his body. then, a few months after moving in with him, i stumbled across a military-grade gun in one of the knife drawers. every day, i checked to make sure it was there because i never wanted to lose sight of it, but i never told chris that i knew anything.

his name was alec pierson, the first person i killed. he was seconds away from blowing chris's brains out, but i had gotten home early, and put one in his first. there was this guy, matt, who was also chris's cousin, and once he found out i killed alec he came to kill me. but my - at the time, rank amateur at best - skills caught his attention, and he offered me a handsomely-paying job as a hired gun.

at first, i turned him down, before turning on my tv and finding both my parents to be dead. martyn killed them, and he turned out to be a hell of a lot more of a psycho than the fake, pretentious demeanor that he had plastered across his face for so many years.

but after a while, i fell into drug debt, and the job was just too tempting. i got into the wonderland called the london crime industry, and met a man named damien. at this point, i had been a hired criminal for months and had rapidly rose to the status of one of the best, and damien hired me to murder matt, who was hiding out with chris at our apartment. despite chris's efforts to stop me - including this knife wound scar - i put a bullet in matt's head and another in mine and chris's already-fucked up relationship.

i left his apartment, and haven't once gone back. i left crime too, successfully kept under the radar for around three months, but damien didn't become the biggest crime lord in the whole of london for nothing. he tracked me down, and honestly, i was probably just too high to say no.

i got back into getting rapidly hired, whether it be drug business or personal jobs from average people - or maybe not average, but regular- like the jealous woman wanting her successful sibling to have a mysterious fall from a tall building, or a wealthy businessman's son wanting to speed up his father's death to get hold of the family company. they're all taken care of by me. i am the best at what i did."

dan breathed.

"jesus fucking christ, phil," he said under his breath, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. "when-what- just, fucking why? why did you murder all those people?" he stammered.

phil shrugged, "because i like it."

"shit, phil. i should turn you in," he muttered, tugging on his hair in frustration. "what's stopping you?" phil mumbled after a moment of silence. "would you kill me if i did?" dan quivered, keeping his voice quiet to try to hide his evident fear.

"i don't think i could if i wanted to," he answered quietly, shaking his head. "i know i shouldn't stay with you, but whether i like it or not, i really fucking love you, howell. and i fucking hate you for that."

dan's head shot up, his eyes wide with a mix of heightened emotions that were all confusingly contrasting. anger, fear, hesitation, pity, and lust. "i don't even have words. you're a murderer, and yet, it's almost drawing me in more."

phil chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "didn't your parents ever warn you against dating murderers?"

dan let out a shaky breath, sighing. "hypothetically, if i stayed, what's next?"