King ◇ Phan AU

C9

Ben J Pierce (my bae) recreating Heart Eyes Howell/Love Eyes Lester perfectly
THE HAIR THO HE TRIED SO HARD 😂😂😂
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Lie, noun: a false statement that is presented as if it was true.

Hard labour, of course.

He'd already been hurt enough, and now Phil has to go through the pain of impossible work.
The constant clash of chains struck pain in Phil's ears, the same noise repeating like a broken record player. It was a long line of at least a hundred men, all moving forward in sync. Phil wondered if he moved out of sync, would everyone topple over like dominoes? Probably, he chuckled in his mind, I just hope it won't happen to me.

The two officers, who were new to Phil, stood everyone in three separate lines – Phil being on the end. Probably so they can watch over me, he thought.

"Officer Edwards and I are here to see you suffer in pain." The brunette demanded, flicking her curls to the back of her head.

"Officer Nelson is correct," the blonde replied, "We may be women, but we are stronger than you ever will be. We are officers of the law and we can easily throw you into The Chair if you mess around."

The Chair was horrific. A fatal contraption that locks you in its grasp; first giving you shivers, then full-on shocks that can knock you unconscious in a millisecond. The worn-out wood gave you splinters that you can't pull out, your arms locked in rusting, metal clasps. It's only meant for those who disobey the law too often, but it's becoming used even more since the Black Enigmas were formed.

"During this session, we will be asking you different questions, maybe even taking a couple of you to the whips to get you to answer." Officer Nelson stated, staring at Phil by the end. He bowed his head, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't even think you can escape, by the way." Officer Edwards demanded, pointing at Clifford and Hood by the exit: "Ok, let's begin."

The task was the Shot Put Drill, picking up cannonballs heavier than Phil's body itself; the cannonballs were even bigger than Phil's head, explaining why they were so heavy. There's nothing really to grip onto with the spheres of metal, causing Phil – a very clumsy human being – to drop it directly on his foot. His clammy hands caused the cannonball to slowly slide out of his grip, falling almost in slow motion until it collided with his foot. He winced, grabbing hold of his foot in an attempt to get rid of the pain. He hopped about on the spot like a headless bunny until he lost all balance and fell flat on the stone-cold floor.

The floor was actually quite relieving, the cold concrete relaxing his tense muscles. He knew that the drill had carried on while he was in pain, but he knew he'd have to try and pick up the cannonball once again.

"Get up!" Officer Edwards shouted, watching Phil as he rose from the floor: "State your name, boy."

"Phil...P-Phil Lester." He said between breaths, Phil wasn't one for bicep exercises, muscular endurance was more his cup of tea.

"Well then, Lester, I suggest you come with me." She said, unlocking his cuffs and leading him away from the drill. Thank gosh for that, Phil thought. I can't take any more of that hell.

She led him into a large room, a chair in the middle and a small coffee table beside it. The room was quite dark, causing Phil to squint to be able to see what the contents of the room actually were. The only source of light was a bulb swinging from the ceiling, flickering constantly above the chair. Phil sat down in the chair – which was another wooden object – as Officer Edwards locked the door. He expected her to walk over and grab that whip, yet she stayed put. Phil was masked with confusion, and look over to see an empty table. Then a striking pain rushed through his body, the source was his back.

"Stay facing forwards and take off your shirt." A familiar voice demanded, in which Phil followed his instructions. The person chuckled to themselves as Phil revealed his bruised back, which was about to be bruised some more.
"Didn't think it would come down to this, did you?" the person giggled, slashing Phil with a Cat-Of-Nine-Tails. "All those times we spent together, did you not realise I was using you?"

"You wouldn't do that," Phil mumbled, causing the person to strike him again. Phil flinched in pain, trying to stay in his seat.

"I can do whatever I want Phil, I don't need to listen to you." He sniggered, but for some reason, Phil couldn't figure out who it was – until it hit him. The way he said 'Phil', it was with a slight drag on the 'L', like he always used to do. He always would listen to Phil, but then he didn't need to. That was because he was Dan Howell, the prince.

"I thought we were friends, Dan." He cried, letting out a single tear. It raced down his pale skin, followed by another, and another, and another: "Maybe even more than friends."

"Well, tough luck." He stated, "I'm taken by the heart of Princess Zoe, and no ugly peasant off the streets can change that." Dan was right. Phil could never love a high lord like him, Dan was going to be King and Phil just going to be another stupid criminal. "Now, admit it Phil. You are a Black Enigma. Just say it so we can all get out of here."

"Never!" Phil cried, "You'll get nothing out of me!" He felt a rush of agony run through his body as the whip smacked his back again, and again, and again. But he knew he deserved it, he should have never tried to be friendly with Dan.

"Wrong answer!" Dan chuckled as the whip struck him several more times. "Why carry on when you can give up?"

"Because I have something to fight for, unlike you."

"That's sad, so inspirational. But do I care?" Phil was hit again, "Guessing not."

Phil gave up with the comebacks, he knew that it would do him no proper good. Maybe if I said nothing, he wouldn't hit me? No, that's even more stupid than speaking.

"Your Majesty," Officer Edwards said, appearing in the light above them. "Let him go back, we're getting nothing out of him."

"Fine, but tomorrow I will." Dan said, placing down the whip. Phil needed to see if the face definitely matched the voice, so he twisted his head into view. "Did I say you could turn around, Lester?" Dan fired, causing Phil to turn back to the front. All he saw in the light was a piece of his brown hair, in which he was convinced. Dan Howell is just like his father, no matter what he says.

Phil was led back to the courtyard, where hard labour was almost finished. Who knew he'd been in that room for almost an hour? Officer Edwards connected his leg cuffs to the long chain again, and Phil got ready to pick up the cannonball again.

But when he did, he didn't feel pain or agony anymore. He felt something deeper, something that was very new to him. He'd never properly felt it this way before, yet he always thought he had. He felt hungry for revenge.

Phil had always wanted revenge since the day his parents died, but he would sometimes doubt whether some of the tasks were worth dying for. Starting a fight with a fully-armed soldier? No thank you. He was always told what to do, directed on where to go and when to do things, but this time, he wanted to do this himself. He wanted full revenge on Dan Howell.

He picked up the cannonball, not giving in to dropping it, then placing it back on the floor. It may not seem like much, but it was a small step in his revenge. By making this look easy, it will show that he's actually stronger than what they thought, and that's he's hiding something up his sleeve. That's exactly what he wants them to believe.

Even though he didn't understand why Dan would say such a thing like what he said earlier, he still wanted nothing from that boy except his death. He ruined his chances of being Phil's friend, so now he is Phil's foe.
He will get rid of Dan Howell, even if it means Phil must die with him.

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HEY!
So sorry for the late update, I had a busy weekend, homework caught up on me (I'm alright now), I've been in rehearsals on the days I write/show my beta the chapter, and I kinda had writers block but I'm ok now :/
I will update on Friday (unless there's beta problems) and that's a promise :)
QOTD: what TV show characters do you ship?
Me: Giranda (Gary and Miranda from the TV show Miranda)

brb gotta go get a sense of humour ^-^

- Georgia Da Bae Llamacorn :D