insanity at its finest // phan au

Chapter 8

"W-what do you mean, watch him get punished?" Phil stuttered, glancing at Dan, who's eyes were draped in concern.

"You'll have to watch Mr. Howell be punished. Examples may include beatings, cuttings, or sometimes even mind torture." 

Phil could feel the lump in his throat grow. "Can I just have a quick moment with him before...?"

"Yes." The two men exited the room and Phil turned to Dan, pity and sadness drawn into his features. 

"We're getting out of here. I promise you." Phil murmured, stroking Dan's cheek gently. "I promise, we'll leave this place and we'll kill all the people on that hit list, we'll get that diamond. We'll get the Ruhmand diamond and we'll free-"

"But we need to get that soon or Connor--"

"Calm down love, let's focus on this first-"

"I'm gonna kill Tyler, that-"

"Dan, shh, they're coming back, just relax and remember I'm here okay? And please, don't try to fight them."

"Please, just once more before I lose my mind. Just kiss me."

Phil leaned in and pressed his lips against the victims, feeling tears form under his eyelashes. 

"Okay men, please...uh...separate." the guard said, opening the door. With a reluctant smile, Phil stood up and looked to the guard. "Uhh, what, where should I-"

"Just sit against that wall, you'll have a clear view."

Phil sat down, his back resting on the cold, white wall. How could a white room be so dark?

"Okay Mr. Howell, are you ready?"

Dan took a deep breath and glanced at Phil, who nodded sympathetically. "As I'll ever be."

"Okay. Dr. Lucifer?"

(okay trigger warning, there will be cutting in this next part, so sorry for this.)

"I'm ready." the Dr. replied through a think northern accent.

"Begin." the guard said, backing out of the room. "Oh, and Mr. Lester, if you try to intervene, you'll suffer the same fate."

Phil gulped and looked to Dan, who had now closed his eyes.

"Let's just get right to it then." the Dr. said, grabbing a small, sharp object.

W-what is that?  he thought. Wait, no, no it can't-

"Do you know what this is, Mr. Lester?"

"I-I think so..."

"What is it then?"

"Is that...a...a razor?"

"Correct." he smiled, placing it above Dan's wrist. "And do you know what damage they can do?"

"Y-yes." Phil replied, feeling more tears come. 

"Good." Dr. L smiled, running the blade into Dan's skin, causing him to wince quickly and open his eyes.

Phil gaped in horror at the fresh blood bubbling from the small wound. "Y-you just-"

"Cut him, yes." the Dr. interrupted, etching another into Dan's wrist. A small gasp fell from Dan's lips and his breathing quickened, trying to held back the tears that desperately wanted to escape.

*time skip, 15 minutes and about 15-16 cuts later* (sorry I just COULDN'T keep writing that it was too sad for me ;-;)

The tears were practically pooling now, damping Phil's uniform and dripping down through the material. He couldn't take the heavy breathes and soft whimpers coming from the boy in front of him, the silent calls for help ringing through his mind. 

I-I have to save him. He's going to die.

Slowly Phil stood, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Mr. Lester, sir, sit back down."

"No."

"P-Phil, sit. P-please. I-I don't want you ge-getting hurt."Dan said through chocked sobs.

"No. You're not gonna hurt him any more." Phil said, ignoring Dan's request.

"Really, and who's going to stop me? It's not like YOU can." Dr. L laughed, slicing another cut into Dan's wrist. Dan grimaced and took a shaky breath.

Suddenly, Phil's world turned to black. And one person was blue.

And one person was red.