dark devil ; phan sequel

ix; about dick

ix; about dick

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"If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?'"

— Cassandra Clare 

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On the surface of the rooftop were two people. There was Phil, decked out in his obvious Devil of London gear, red helmet, brown leather jacket, black armour;  there was also Benji, katanas on his back and eyes hidden by orange tinted goggles. 

Naturally, Phil decided to bring up Dick, and the person, not the body part. "So, about Dick..." He began, and turned to the side, trying to look for a sign that Benji was uncomfortable, that he wasn't ready to talk about it. Instead, he saw his best friend's head lift slightly, crane to the side before his eyes settled on Phil's figure. If he knew Benji well enough, the man had an eyebrow raised.

"My naughty bits are nothing we need to discuss." He said finally through the cloth over his mouth, a bandanna with a skeletal grin etched onto it. "But thank you for bringing it up." 

Under his helmet, Phil's eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't mean..." He began, and then frowned, "You know I meant Detective Dick." His fingers flexed from where they were on his knees, because he was crouched, a pair of binoculars lying next to him. Benji shook his head, reached past Phil and grabbed the binoculars, slipping off his goggles to look through them with ease. 

He mumbled something incoherent, and when he heard Phil cough, he frowned, tugging the bandanna down with one finger, whilst still holding the binoculars. "Detective Karter," He said, "not Detective Dick. I see something." He extended the binoculars. Phil took them and held them to his helmet, feeling awkward. He followed the direction Benji had been looking in, and saw a girl stumbling down an alley, seeming lost and drunk. Anger flared up in his chest.

"We have to save her," He mumbled, but Benji was already heading down. "Raze!" He whispered harshly after his best friend, jumping down. Once he got down there, he reached for the girl's arm to ask her if she was okay, but she jerked back and screamed. 

"Help!" She cried, and Phil backed up, eyes wide. "Help!" She screamed, "He's..." Her voice fell to a whisper, and she reached to touch the red of his helmet, feeling the cool metal under her fingertips. "You're not him," She said softly, "you're not the Dark Devil." She looked relieved, stepped away from him and rubbed her eyes a couple times. "Sorry." She whispered finally, "I thought... I was scared you were him."

"Do you know him?" Benji asked, drawing a katana from his back, "Have you seen him tonight, ma'am?" 

She shook her head, blonde strands of hair falling into her face. "I was working at the bar a couple streets away," She admitted, "but sometimes he comes in and orders a drink, takes off his helmet." Her eyes went from one of the men to the other. "Are you looking for him?" She managed, "I know his name."

"His real name?" Phil pushed, and she nodded again. "Tell us," He insisted, and then paused, "we'll pay for the information if you need the money." He added as an afterthought, and reached in a utility belt to grab the wads of cash he kept in there, but she shook her head once more. 

Then she held up a hand. "You cannot tell him I told you. If he asks, it was not Summer Blake." She looked from side to side before her voice dropped, "His name is Sean." She took a step away, rubbing her eyes, "He has a partner. I don't know his name. I have to get home, my room mate will be worried sick about me." 

Benji stopped her, and although his goggles were fixed clumsily over his eyes, his bandanna wasn't covering the rest of the skin revealed, didn't cover his pink lips. "I'll walk you," He said, and visibly smiled to her. He looked over his shoulder, "Handsome, stay there, would ya?" He added to Phil, because saying Devil around the so-called Summer Blake didn't seem like a good idea. 

After Benji left to walk her the rest of the way home, Phil finally heard footsteps behind him. He turned, to the shadow of the rest of the alleyway, the figure emerging from it. The Dark Devil stood there, in all the glory he had, and put his hands on his hips. "You know my name," He said, and stepping out with him was a red-haired figure, a mask around his eyes, only showing white lenses. "What will you do with that information?"

"I'll find you," Phil snarled, and the Dark Devil raised a hand when his comrade went to step forward. "I will!" Phil yelled.

"I don't doubt it," Dark Devil said, and he looked to the side where his friend stood, before back to Phil, "but will that be before or after we kill everyone you love?" Phil could feel his stomach turn, and the minute Dark Devil lifted his head, everything in him broke. "I know who you are," Dark Devil said, "Phil Lester."

Everything was ruined. 

"Just how long will it take me to--" He broke off, because whatever accent he'd been faking, it had failed. Phil heard Irish. 

"Dark!" The red haired man said, American accent oh-so noticeable. "We have to leave!" 

Phil let them get away; he had to find Dan, and he was gone when Benji returned. 

"Shit." Benji said when he returned, and he looked around before he got out his phone to dial the number listed under 'boyfriend', and Dick Karter picked up within seconds.

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