Running Love (a Phanfiction) [[DISCONTINUED]]

Chapter 3

TW: Slurs, blood,,(I'll give another warning when)
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello again! I honestly didn't think that this fic would've had so much positive feedback. But I guess, by popular demand, I will be continuing this story!
(And I'll be getting rid of that old signing off thing because it was so cringe omg)
Anyways, enjoy! *\(^o^)/*

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The scream was filled with pain. I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't think straight. I don't want Phil to be hurt.
I... I need to save him. Or at the very least, help him.

Should I stay here like he said? No.

I ran towards the scream. Running over to a bush to hide, I don't want to get caught. I can't make Phil get in any more danger because of my actions. If he got hurt... I don't know what I would do with myself.

I heard another scream. Again sounding like Phil's. I looked harder between thick bushes, getting pricked but not giving a care in the world. It was so hard to see what was happening. But I could hear everything that was being said and done. I heard more footsteps. They were loud and heavy. I could also hear something that sounded like metal. Metal.

(TW slurs)"There it is. There's that faggot. Kill it, for all I care. Get rid of it." Said a deep voice, full of hatred. (End TW)
How dare they call Phil an 'it'.
"it'll be my pleasure. Things like this need to leave." Replied an equally deep and rough voice. I have a feeling they're talking about Phil

I heard Phil again. It was so faint, I could barely hear him. His voice shook out a small "Please. Stop..." He was drawn out by the sound of metal dragging over cement. I heard another scream. Again, it was Phil.

Completely forgetting my past goal of keeping hidden. I launched out from behind the bushes, and headed towards Phil's voice, being stopped by a large gate. Tears welling in my eyes as I saw his current state.

"PHIL!" I yelled, gripping onto the bars separating us.
"D-Dan. Call the- the police" Phil choked out, stopping in between to cough.

(TW blood)He was beat. He had cuts and bruises all over him. His mouth had blood dripping out of it. I couldn't bear to see him in this state. I pulled out my phone, seeing the screen with scratches and cracks. I noticed my bleeding hands as I tried to dial the number.

"999. What emergency service are you after?" Said a calm female voice.
"Police a-and ambulance." I stuttered back.
"Adress?" She asked.
Shit. I've got no idea.
"I- um don't know."
"It's okay, we'll track your call. Services will be with you shortly."
"Um! Can you make it as quick as you can? Thanks."
"They'll be there in less than five minutes." She then ended our small chat.

I looked back up at Phil. He was in a puddle of his own blood. (End TW) The people stopped attacking him. They looked around. Finding me. The man holding the bat gave me an evil smirk.
(TW slurs) "Looks like we found the Thing's faggot. I'll leave him there. The rest will go find him for-" the man said. But being cut off by the police sirens. Thank god. (End TW)

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AUTHORS NOTE
I hope you enjoyed! The next chapter will be going up really soon!