James' P.O.V
I still hadn't fully wrapped my head around this whole thing. Danny was gone. He'd created an alter named Daniel who was handling things for him. And he apparently wanted me dead. To say I was scared would be an understatement. I was terrified. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he hated me so much, & I didn't understand why Sam and Cameron weren't waking up.
"If you're gonna kill me, just get it over with" I said after a few minutes passed, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
"No." He said simply, turning to look at me. "Ben didn't die quickly. He suffered. And everyone he loved had to watch him suffer." He sighed softly and lit a cigarette for himself. "I thought about killing Sam and having you watch, but I decided against it. I decided killing you would be better"
I sighed softly and suddenly found the ground extremely interesting. This was killing me. It was Danny's body, Danny's voice...but it wasn't Danny. And it was becoming more apparent with every word. What was he going to do to me? I'm was terrified, but trying my best to keep it together.
"I didn't do anything to Ben though" I began, feeling the tears welling in my eyes as I spoke about him. "He was my brother and one of my best friends. Watching him die was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do"
Daniel laughed as I spoke and I could see his face grow redder each second. "That's bullshit and you know it. All you cared about was sam. Where were you when Danny tried to kill us?"
I took in a deep and shaky breath as I watched the man closely. I wasn't sure what his next move would be, and that scared me more than anything. What if he killed me? What would that do to Danny? What would that do to the others?
I sighed and looked over at Sam and Cameron who appeared to be sleeping. "Please, you don't want to do this." I began. "You say you're here to protect Danny, how is killing someone he loves protecting him?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to know the answer.
"For someone who is about to die, you sure do have a lot of questions." He started as he finally took a seat between me and Cameron.
"The truth is, Danny hates you too. Danny hates everyone who isn't ben. Ben was his everything. The reason he was able to get up each day. The person who kept him in line. Now he's gone and it drove Danny insane. He's not even attempting to come out and save you. That's got to tell you something." He said with a laugh.
Even though each word cut through me like a dagger, I tried my best yo fight the urge to break down and cry. "Danny doesn't hate me. I know he doesn't. I know you'll say anything you can to hurt me. Danny is my brother. He would never want you to hurt me." I spat.
I could see him clenching his fists and part of me wanted to scream for someone, anyone's help. But I was also scared. Scared he'd not only hurt me, but he'd hurt sam and Cameron as well.
"Like I said before, Danny is gone. He's left the building. It's me you have to deal with. To answer too. And trust me, when I'm done with you they won't even recognize your body."
The tears streamed down my cheeks and I no longer tried to wipe them away. I was terrified. I'd always pictured what my last moments on this earth would be like. Surrounded by the people I love the most, but not like this. I sighed and rested my head against the back of the couch. There was no use fighting it anymore. I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it.
Daniel's P.O.V
I had to admit, I was rather enjoying myself. Watching James suffer, not knowing what I was going to do, or even when I was going to do it.
There was a million thoughts running through my head now and I wasn't quite sure what to do about them. All I knew for sure was I had one mission in mind. Getting rid of James. And that was one mission I was taking very seriously.
It wouldn't be long till Cameron and Sam woke up. I grinned and looked down at the band still worn proudly on my finger. "This is for you, Ben. It's all for you" I said softly.
It wasn't long before I heard stirring on the couch. Sam and Cameron were awake, and just in time too.
"What's going on?" Sam said a bit shocked at his surroundings.
"We're going to play a game, boys." I began, snickering. "What do I kill James with?" I said as I began pacing back and forth in front of the three.
"Danny?! What the hell are you doing?" Cameron yelled.
I laughed and shook my head as James began to explain.
"It's not Danny, Cameron" he began, trying his best not to cry. "Danny created an alter a few years ago and this is that alter. His name is Daniel." He informed them.
I could tell sam and Cameron were a bit skeptical by what the drummer was telling them. I nodded my head and stopped in front of Cameron.
"Danny's gone?" He asked softly, looking as if he was about to cry. It almost made me regret what I was doing. Cameron had been the only one who'd seemed concerned about Danny since we'd gotten home.
"Danny's been gone for some time now, Cameron" I said, sighing as I sat down next to the guitarist. "I was created years ago when he was heavy into drugs. But I came back out when he lost Ben." I took a deep breath to try and control my tears at the mention of Ben's name.
"I'm sorry" he said softly, looking down at his hands.
"Danny wouldn't want this" Sam began. "He loves us. What do you think he'd say if he knew what you were doing now?!" I had to hand it to sam, he wasn't backing down. He had balls.
"Danny hasn't even tried to come back out" I said, turning my attention toward the bassist. "He wants me to handle things. And this is the only way I see fit." I said, giving a slight nod.
Sam bit at his lower lip and looked over at the drummer. He shook his head and extended his arm, grabbing James' hand. "I love you, James. I know I've been distant lately and I'm so sorry about that. But I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and soul."
I sighed. This had gone on long enough. I was tired of waiting. I slid the gun out of my pocket and pointed it at the drummer. "Say goodbye, James" I smirked as I shot the gun, piercing James in the chest.
It was in that moment things became real to me. What was going on? Why was everyone shouting? I finally focused on the scene in front of me and my eyes went wide.
"James?!" I shouted, hurrying over to him. "What happened?" I yelled, frantically.
Cameron who had been on the phone with someone, I'm assuming 911, placed a comforting hand against my shoulder. "He's been shot" he said, pulling me into a hug.
"Who shot him?" I asked, still unsure as to what was going on.
"You shot him!" Sam screamed.
"Sam, don't" Cameron said, holding his hand out at the bassist.
I jerked away from Cameron's grip and backed up slowly. "What is he talking about?" I asked, trying to avoid eye contact with the drummer who very well could be dying right in front of my eyes.
"Danny, calm down." Cameron started, stepping closer to me.
"NO! Fucking tell me what he's talking about, NOW!" I demanded.
Cameron nodded "apparently you have an alter, Danny." He started. "Named Daniel. He shot James, with the intention of killing him."
I shook my head. This wasn't real. This wasn't happening. I have an alter. An alter that tried to kill one of my best friends? This was insane. But I could tell by the looks on their faces it was true.
"I'm sorry." I said as I felt my knees begin to buckle under me. "I'm sorry." I could hear the ambulance in the distance and I knew it was real. I'd shot my brother. If he died, the blood was on my hands.
