* Lost Boys ~ Dan/Howell • Phil/Lester *

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The boys were released from their captors arms only to be seized by others. Their tender arms re-grabbed and the heavy bags ripped of their heads. The new strangers dawned blue hoodies.
"COME WITH US IF YOU WANT TO LIVE" exclaimed the stranger
"NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR A CHEESY MOVIE LINE' exclaimed Dan.
And the two began sprinting with the quickly trusted strangers for without these new people they had no hope.
Dan looked back and saw phil still lying on the ground, unconscious.
"what about my friend?" Dan inquired
"we have to leave him, he can run proper and our boys can only hold them off for a certain amount of time."
Without a second thought, Dan ran back to his companion hoisted the boys body onto his shoulders, grunting in pain from his cracked ribs, and carried the boy through the wood, sprinting. He ran past the new strangers in the general direction they had all been sprinting before and yelled
"COME ON"
They blue hoods exchanged astounded and confused looks, as they were just passed by a boy with two broken ribs, a sprained wrist, and a battered face, sprinting at full speed. They all kept running and caught up with Dan, who's adrenaline had fueled him to run faster than ever before. Faster than when he ran from the trailer park. Faster than from the bottles thrown at him. Faster than he had run from his past on those rails. The heavy wheat and grass cut his legs along the way but he didn't care. His only concern was saving his companion. A large hill covered in tall, dead, grass lied ahead. Dan looked to the strangers for direction and got a nod in response. He rammed his legs into the grass, one foot in front of the other, and continued to truck along like a steam engine up Mount Everest. When he finally reached the top, his eyes met a large gray house. The windows shattered like thin ice, and holes in the glass gave the abode a hauntingly ornamental visage. The once white paint, chipped, peeling and faded. Large, grey bricks, an exposed foundation, bore its ugly, dim stone with pride in holding up the structure for so long. But Dan's main focus, the door, stood, singular and dingy brown in colour. His vision blurred around it making it his only current objective in life. He thundered up the steps and burst through the door, his companion in his arms and the strangers not far behind. He began looking for a place to rest his friend and his own tired form. The others stumbled through the door panting and vaguely pointed to the right of the small foyer. The path to the right led into a sitting room with artifacts for furniture. The room to the left appeared to be a dining room but Dan did not waste time exploring. He jogged into the room and gently pooped his friend onto the couch. He began to examine Phil. His eyes were shut, his mouth agape, his body limp. Dan got shots of adrenaline pulsing through his being
What if he's dead
He's lost so much blood from his ankle
Its so mangled
Will he even be able to keep his foot
Or whatever this mutilated lump of flesh is?
Oh god
He'll be an amputee
This is all my fault
I should have run faster
I could have fought harder
If i was strong, i would have been able to save him.
Now he's gone
And its all MY fault
Why cant i do anything right?

Suddenly he was pushed aside by a larger person. He fell back and landed on his butt. Bewildered he looked at who had shoved. A tall boy with black hair and glasses and two fingers placed on phils neck and looking at his timepiece. He scribbled some things down on what looked like scratch paper and pulled out a calculator. After pecking some numbers with his fingers, he sighed with relief. He then pulled out a flashlight and shone it in Phil's distant and tired looking eyeballs. The boy then moved down to Phil's leg and began observing intently, as though trying to see the innards of a butterfly through a pin sized hole in its abdomen. A few minutes of this passed and the boy picked Phil's leg up as gingerly as if he was holding an extinct species of flower that was dying and the slightest movement would cause all the petals to fall off. He pulled over a small stool the size of a tree stump and pulled out a hat- box from under the couch. The box had multiple medical tools in it such as scalpels, syringes, and stainless steel trays. Dan became highly concerned and worried for the first time in a long time, he was scared. He genuinely cared about this boy he had just met.
The only words he spoke to the taller boy were
"W-will he m-make it?"
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C L I F F H A N G E R
To be continued