Noir Verta | Dan and Phil fanfic

Chapter 38: The Horrible

Jack Douglass, also known as Jacks films walked down the empty sidewalk of San Fransisco. The night was cold and crisped as the air wiped past him softly. He bit his lip as he continued down the path leading back to the hotel.

Jack and his girlfriend Erin had decided to come out to San Fran and stay the weekend for a dinner party they were invited to. Well, the party Erin was invited to, Jack was just a tag along. He groaned loudly remembering the fight they had gotten into earlier, making him go get a drink to calm his nerves.

He felt bad, it was his fault but he didn't want to admit it, until now. So there he was, shrouded in guilt, walking back to his girl.

Jack stopped for a split second and shivered slightly, he had no idea why it was so cold at the end of June.

All of a sudden Jack's heart beat started pulsing hard as he took a moment to look behind him to find nothing. He smiled and started to walk again, that's when he heard a menacing growl coming from behind, Jack gulped loudly, not wanting to turn around this time.

He stepped forward and started running quickly. Jack was almost out of breath when something jumped him, making the Youtuber fall right on his face. He pushed himself off the ground and turned his body around, but as he did, he came face to face with a huge gray wolf towering over him.

Jack tried to get up, he tried to get away and he almost did, but before he ran the wolf bit him on the leg hard making the man almost tumble and fall. Jack kept balance though as he ran as fast as he could without turning back.

He finally made it back to his hotel room, Jack shut the door behind him and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Hey, honey, are you ok?" Erin asked sitting up in bed, she watched the bathroom light turn on.

"Yeah, I'm ok." Jack lied.

Jack rolled up his pant leg after he lifted it up onto the counter to get a better look. The bit mark looked horrendous, the blood seemed to drip down his leg and hit the clean counter. Jack bit his lip and looked at the closed door as if he was looking for a miracle.

"Hey, uh Erin, did we bring any....gauze?" he asked in worry.

That's when he heard his girlfriend get up and knock on the bathroom door.

"Jack, are you ok, for real, open the door!" she yelled.

Jack shook his head, "It's unlocked."

Erin opened the door to discover something horrible, she ran up to Jack and started shaking when she lifted his leg off the counter, positioning it to go straight. He winced in pain and immediately sat down on the floor.

"I- I, I'll go see if the pharmacy down the street is still open." she kissed his head, "Just cover it with this towel," she handed him a towel, "I'll be right back."

And just like that she was gone, Jack swiveled his head from side to side and ended up throwing up in the toilet, it was black.

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Phil bolted up right out of a deep sleep, he looked around and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Something was off though, very off. Phil was in his bed room back at home. He got out of bed and looked in the mirror to discover that he was in all white as if he was in a mental asylum. Phil opened his door and walked down their hallway slowly, as he walked by a couple of mirrors, his side profile seemed dark and malicious as it shook.

"Dan, Dan!" he cried out, but no one answered.

He continued down the hall until he found Dan's bedroom, Phil opened the door. What he found shook him to the very core. Dan's bedroom was a disaster, curtains were torn, scratches covered the wall, items were over turned and.....blood, blood was all over his bed spread and his night stand as if he was defending himself, from an attack. Or maybe it was Dan's doing's, after what seemed like years, Dan wasn't easier to hurt, but he could kill.