Man-Eater | Dan and Phil fanfic

Chapter 8: no...where

Dan screamed at the top of his lungs, letting out all the anger and frustration he had. After they took Phil to God knows where, they had placed him in a mental asylum. The only thing they forgot to do was put him in one of those straight jackets that would squeeze him until he popped. Dan sat in that white room, feeling as if he'd go insane. After what that man said about him being possessed, it never really left his side. The thought, the memory was like a fungus.

Was he going to start killing and eating people, he wouldn't, he couldn't? Was it like in one of those shows or movies where you must feed to survive, kinda like a craving? Dan shook his head as he breathed in the stench of cigarette smoke of one of the officers. For the first time he could hear the heart beat of the man sitting out, keeping watch. It was like the ticking of a clock that wouldn't stop until you broke it. Is this what Phil was experiencing when it first happened to him, could he hear peoples heart beats? Could he smell the blood of the deceased in the hospital?

Is that why he attacked people, could he not control himself, his urge to kill? Dan sighed, taking everything in. He was hungry, so very hungry. He had to keep control though or he'd go mad with hunger. Dan slowly closed his eyes and tried to quiet his mind, but it wouldn't shut up, thoughts ran in and out. With a struggle he quickly opened his eyes to discover that he was on stage, with Phil on the other side. Dan looked out towards the sound of the crowd cheering but no one was out there.

"Come on Dan, smile, they've come to see you!" Phil said with a cocky smile.

Dan shook his head as the lights went out, the room was silent and cold as the lights came on and Phil was standing in the middle of the alley.

"Show us what you've got Danny boy!"

Phil stood there with his hands on his hips, Dan gripped his fists tightly feeling his nails dig into his bare skin.

"Come on Phil, this isn't you! Stop!"

Phil just laughed, "But this is me, your best friend Phil Lester, now why don't you come down here and join me?"

Dan got tense as he felt his legs move down to where Phil was, it was like he had no control of his mind and body. He slowly closed his eyes to take in his surroundings, when he opened them again he was surrounded by flames, the fire reached the top of the building. The smoke was harsh and heavy as Dan ran towards the door trying to get out but he was stuck. Opening the door was no use since it was too hot to even touch.

"Help, someone please!"

Phil had disappeared somewhere leaving Dan all alone coughing and hacking. Then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Phil back on stage, he had blood all over his face and hands.

"Phil, please, come back to me!" Dan trudged slowly down the alley and up on the stage.

Phil smiled, it seemed as if it was actually Phil this time.

"I'm sorry Dan, it's to late for me, I've been gone since the beginning but you can still make it, kill Dr.Loving, find the cure."

Phil came up to Dan and held his hands, a couple tears left his eyes. Phil's eyes had turn black with red pupils.

Dan shook his head, "No your my best friend, I can save you, I know I can."

Phil chuckled, his usual happy go lucky chuckle.

"Dan, let me tell you something, you've given me something that no one else has, a lifetime of friendship...even after death and I thank you for that. Without you, I would have been so lonely, Dan you filled a hole I had in my heart, a lion sized hole."

Dan wanted to laugh but seeing Phil all bloody and saying this made him want to punch him instead.

"Philip Micheal Lester, you have no idea how much you mean to me, I didn't have a best friend for 18 years until you came along."

Phil smiled." Dan Howell, you will always be my best friend, thank you for these amazing 10 years."

All of a sudden Phil fell to his knees in pain as the fire still grew around them.

"Dan you've got to get out of here somehow, I can't keep control for much longer!" He yelled through strained words.

Dan looked around but only saw flames just getting hotter and hotter.

"Phil, you've got to come with me!"

Dan bent down to try to help his friend up but Phil just pushed his hand away.

"Dan please, I'm already dead, just leave me, you have a chance, just open your mind and don't let him control you as well!"

Dan stood back up, he knew that Phil could see his eyes, turning a pitch black color, his tears red as blood.

"I believe in you Dan, go!"

Dan was silent.

"Avenge me!" Phil yelled up to his best friend.

Dan closed his eyes and opened them, he was no where, he was nothing. He was back in that insane asylum...where he belonged.

"So Phil really is gone, that magic man was wrong, Phil's dead and there no getting him back, Phil killed himself...in his mind"

Dan screamed to letting go of the anger and frustration he had.He was gone, he had no one, but Phil's request still lingered in his mind.

He looked up with completely black eyes.

"Avenge me!"