Static Movements

16

The End Game

When Megan was five she went to Disneyland Paris and it wasn't as magical as she had thought. It was freezing, chilling to the bone, especially when the waterfall was frozen and both her parents got pneumonia (or something along those lines).

It was disappointment combined with a still happy face that may have kick started her acting career. She still gave out vibes of enjoyment, that were put on but even so, her parents believed her whole heartedly.

Maybe that's why Dan believed she had given up as she lay on the ground, eyeing up PJ's gun that he had left on the floor. They were both about the same distance away and they both knew what the other person was going to do. Acting could save her. Acting already had but this time, it would save Joe. (I'm really going for this ship jfc literal otp ffs).

And so, Meg dragged herself forward inch by inch, unnoticed by everyone.

"What?" Dan said, almost pathetically.

"You're a monster! What happened to the Dan that I loved? Where is he?" Phil shouted as gasps arose from the crowd ("Phan is real?").

"I-"

"He died in my arms, the Dan that I knew. Who are you?"

"Dan was never real!" the assassin screamed.

"What?"

"He's just a character, a character that he made up," the false Dan pointed to John. "I'm just an assassin! But God Phil, I do love you and fuck I can't."

"Why can't you?" Phil reached out for him.

"Because I'm going to fucking kill you!" Dan pointed his gun at Phil, the same one his sister had been killed with years before. "I, I don't want to but if I don't someone else will and they'll torture you. They'll keep you alive just enough for me to see you take your final breath, I've seen it done before and I've had to do it before!"

"Dan, please."

"I am not Dan Howell! I have never been Dan Howell and I never will be," he said between choked breaths.

"But you could be."

"What?" Dan's voice was soft, something that reminded Phil of the once eighteen year old who'd been so nervous to even talk to his internet idol on Twitter.

"You are Dan."

"N-no-"

Phil stepped forward, blue meeting brown, and the longing that had pierced Phil's heart for far too long appeared, shocking him to the core. Was Dan his soul mate, if soul mates were to exist?

"Yes."

"Just shoot him!" John's voice rang out.

Dan lowered his gun and reached for Phil, holding back tears that had lasted a life time, paying no heed to John's words. He buried his head into Phil's shoulder, his body heaving with sobs that had been held back through the torture of showing limited emotions as a child.

The image of his sister, five years old, being shot in the head, attacked his thoughts. He didn't even know her name. Names were not permitted where Dan grew up and dead bodies were burned alongside the waste that the centre produced.

It was despicable.

Meg didn't see anything that had happened. She hadn't heard Dan's apology. She didn't see him drop his gun to the floor. She fired two shots in different directions and both - to Joe's surprise - found their targets.

Dan grasped Phil as a bullet entered his stomach, immediately causing internal bleeding, as these type of guns were supposed to (is this a thing? Well it is now. It's an AU anything can happen). Another found John, striking him near the heart, piercing his lung - death would soon follow for the both of them.

Joe ran towards Meg, (his captor left the stage) encasing her in a bone crushing hug. ("Oh my God you absolute idiot Meg! Don't ever do that to me again").

"Dan! No! Fuck you!" Phil gently lowered Dan to the ground, his words being directed at a shocked Meg who's gun clattered to the floor. "Fuck you," he whispered.

Tyler seethed, his mind creating any scenario that was different to this, wishing his life had taken a different path. A single name was the only thing that rang clear, the one syllable pounding into his brain so much so that he didn't realise that the weapon was in his hand.

Dan lied.

Safety off.

He lied.

Ready.

Troye was never mine.

Aim.

The most precious thing was taken away from me.

Fire.

So I'll take away his.

Hank Green left the stage in silence, not wanting to be part of this anymore. He dropped a card by the still shocked Meg and the traumatised Joe and was gone.

He didn't want to see what he knew was going to happen.

So he left.

And that was that.

Epilogue soon to follow.