Phan Shots

One Shot 4

((Dan's POV))

I can't stand these voices in my head, it's all of the victims last last words. All of them. All of the ones that I've had to kill. It's not even my fault those people just had to die, they were in the way. I mean, they thought I was crazy. I'm not crazy. I just get a little weird sometimes.

"Are you coming?"My boyfriend Phil calls from the motel kitchen asks. We are leaving again because the cops are looking for us. We are on the news a lot for being dangerous to ourselves and other, but in reality we just don't want to go back to that cold place. "I'm coming!" I respond as I go into the kitchen with the small bag we keep our stuff in.

We leave and head to the car and plan where we are going next.

"What sounds good to you?" Phil asks me.

"Anywhere with you." I respond

After driving for a few hours and listening to the radio, Phil stops for a bathroom and gas break. We go into the gas station to use the bathroom and it was really sketchy, probably because it was really late and you could actually see a drug deal being done in the back. We used the bathroom and got out fast.

"Dan those people scare me." Phil says worried. "It's okay, I'm here. Let's just drive away now, okay?" Phil just stares and nods, yet still doesn't move. "Phil, do you want me to drive." I ask as he quickly nods in response and unbuckles to switch places.

We get out of the car and when we meet in the middle Phil is breathing heavy, most likely the start of a panic attach. I take him into a bear hug and whisper into his ear how he's going to be okay. We pull apart and I give him a quick peck on the lips before we resume walking, yet we were stopped again by a yell.

"Faggots!!" One of the thugs yelled.

"Phil get in the car we are leaving." We get into the car and I then realize we didn't pull out the gas pump. "Phil, wait in here for a moment." He nods and I get out of the car. I go to get pump out of the car and before I can turn around the gang is over hovering the car.

"Go away!" "Get away!" I yelled not wanting them to hurt Phil.

"Aw, why is this little princess scared?" he turns to his gang to get Phil out of the car, but it's locked. "Open the car gay boy."

"No." I say boldly

"What was that?" The leader of the gang, I suppose, said while looking offended. "I said no, and I also think you guys should leave." I begin to stare dead into his eyes with a complete straight face, but he just laughs and turn to show me his left hip. He raises his shirt to show a gun, "Don't mess with me-" Before he finished I grabbed the gun from his pants. I was now pointing the gun at his head.

"Philly, you can get out of the car now!" He gets out of the car with a smirk on his face, probably his 'other side'. "Damn you guys are idiots, you see me and my boyfriend, Dan, here have broken out an asylum, and you don't think we can't take you guys? Oh yeah, you didn't know that, or the fact that we've killed many, many people. We lost count at, what was it? 46? 72? Eh, who cares?"

"You guys are fucking insane!" Another gang member says.

"You know what, we don't like that word." I say then shoot the guy. "Hey, how many bullets does this gun have?" I ask the leader. He's shaking so I give him a little shove to wake him up.

"Um..... five, okay well...." He looks back at his friend, "Four now."

"Okay, head count!" Phil says joyfully. "One, two, three, four,.... and five. We don't have enough." You can see them have a slight relief. "Well darn...." I then shoot two of them in the head.

"Why did you do that!?" One cries out. "I was bored, plus this is taking to long. I wanted to be dancing in the sheets with my love by now." One gagged so I shot that one next. "Dammit, will you guys learn?"

"Hey Phil can you go inside and take care of the person at the register while I finish this up?" I ask and he walks over so me stepping over the bodies and blood puddles."Of course love." He whispers in my ear and kisses me passionately before we pull apart from the patting of running feet, I then shoot the person with my last bullet. "Well what a waste of a perfect shot." I say then look at Phil. "Well he had it coming, I guess. I mean he was going to die either way." Phil adds,"Well, I will be back soon so we can go dance in some sheets soon." Phil gives him a wink from the reference I made earlier.

"Well, what are we going to do with you?" I give the leader of his now dead gang a smirk. "Please don't do anything, look I'm sorry-" I cut him off, " You see, I could forgive you-" he breaths out heavily, "But...." I continue, "You see, I have what some would call anger issues and the lowest on the scale is not being able to kill moth in the room. The next level is people touching my neck, well except Phil. BUT you sir, YOU, had to skip to the highest one." I say, voice rising, " Don't you dare touch my Phil!" I say coldly and then hit the guy with the gun.

****

About ten minutes later, Phil is back outside, and has the bag with him which was replaced in the trunk with the gang leader.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

"As always." He responds.

I light the new lighters Phil got from inside the gas station and throw them me and Phil then soon walk away. When we are about twenty one meters away the gas stain explodes.

"You know I really liked that car." Phil says clearly back to his 'normal' self. "I know baby, we'll highjack one just like it." I say and Phil smiles. "You know that gas bill was big, I'm glad we didn't have to pay it." We both look at each other and laugh as we walk into the night trading "I love you's"