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

purpose

Trudging through the tall grass, Dan made his way towards the large red structure in the distance. It was barely visible through the thick autumn fog, and the darkness that surrounded him. His only light was that of the celestial bodies, because bringing a flashlight would draw unwanted eyes to his journey to the barn. It would raise too many questions. People would talk, and chances are, word would get to Phil. And knowing Phil, he would worry. He kept his eyes moving. He was making absolutely sure that he knew his surroundings well. There was no way in hell he would get ambushed again. He wasn't letting his guard down for a single second. He kept on treading that starchy, itchy grass at a moderate pace. Why was he doing this? He knew it was because he cared for his friends, but was all this necessary? What was the motive for abducting two seemingly unimportant people? Was it simply to piss Dan off? Had the boys done something wrong and Dan was simply a pawn? He knew Leo didn't have a connection to mortem domum, but he wasn't completely sure about Jack. One thing he did know was that they had both been wronged by mortem domum, so why would either of them (in their right minds) have ties to it? So many questioned buzzed in his head like a hurricane of wasps, but his one consoling thought was that Phil was safe. He felt one of the tense nerves in his heart relent a little bit. And that was, deep down, all that mattered to the boy. That Phil was safe. He continued at his brisk pace. He was running from mortem domum, but also to it. It brought back memories. He was running from something... again. But this time he had a purpose to run, and there was a clear goal. This time, the stakes were far higher. Not only was his own life at risk, but also two others. Two whole lives, two people, were thoroughly depending on Dan. His sudden anxiety fuelled him to move more quickly. The barn grew larger. It looked less and less happy and inviting, the closer he got. The chipping red paint reminded him of flaking, dried blood. The rust on every metal piece reminded him of that god forsaken trailer park. The filth. The dirt. The stench alone made him want to vomit. There was an unsettling aura radiating from the structure itself. His angst began building on itself until there was a mountain in his mind. He felt himself starting to panic. What if he fucked up? What if this was all some elaborate plan to somehow hurt him, or worse... hurt Phil. What if he had endangered Phil by coming all the way out here. He was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of fear. He felt a manic episode coming on, but decided that he would have to post-pone it as he had already reached the great door of the barn. Inhaling deeply and trying to steady his nerves, he griped the door handle firmly. This was partly to keep his hands from violently shaking. He breathed in once more. Dan yanked the door open. He felt his eyes beginning to well. Tears began flowing. He was in shock.

dnp were meant to hate eachother in the omen but love eachother so mortem domum actually hypnotizes them both to fight then they fall out of their transe before one of them dies