I Saw the Lights Go Out

Running Through the Heat Heart Beat

So I tried to update this earlier but then Chrome and my internet started fucking up and I couldn't get onto anything but then we restarted my internet router and made sure the connection was fine but then I still couldn't get onto 'my works' to update this and random things were highlighted so I had to run a test on my computer and it turns out I had a ton of malware and viruses and things so then I had to remove all that shit - and yeah, sorry for being a little late (I mean it's only 9pm here) but still. Also, sorry for rambling, I'm not the best at story telling.. 

Cheese with a side order of consensual violence. Man, is that even a thing?

Dan Howell stood staring at the carefully drawn map he'd made for the team. Every little detail was perfect, not a light switch or electric socket missed off. Dan had never been nervous about a mission before, but now he was. He was experiencing a lot of new feelings lately. Maybe it was the fact that he'd soon be an undercover spy in his own home, or it could be that he had to be beaten up and walk all the way there.

Why did he propose this plan again?

Dan was wearing an ill fitting pair of black jeans which were torn at the knee and dusty all over, he wasn't wearing a shirt, just to keep up the impression that he had escaped quickly. The bruises from last week had faded now into mostly yellow, but soon he'd have more to add to his collection. He took a deep breath.

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Dan thought that Joe was enjoying this far too much, he didn't hesitate to hit Dan more often than what Emma suggested, Dan even thought he was purposely missing the spots Emma pointed out for him just so he could hit Dan more. So far, Dan was sporting a rather lovely cut on his cheek - the one inside his mouth had re-opened and blood was running down his chin, again - finger marks around his neck (bruises that were particularly inconvenient to receive, the things he did for a mission!), and a broken wrist. Lovely.

"Why don't we cut up his chest a bit?" Emma suggested, an evil glint in her eye.

"That's a good idea." Joe agreed, and reached for a rather large knife which was hanging on a rack on the wall.

"You two are enjoying this far too much." Dan said offhandedly, wincing as Joe sliced across his chest. "Damn." He hissed.

"Oh, does it hurt?" Joe asked, mocking pity.

"Well you are currently slicing open my skin." Dan glared.

Joe smirked and cut a line across Dan's belly. Dan had to hold back a cry of pain. "Sorry." Joe whispered sarcastically.

Ten minutes later, and Dan's back was laced with cuts, big and small. His stomach and chest only had three large slices and Dan could feel the blood pooling in his bellybutton and sliding down his naval. Emma had re-tied some rope around Dan's wrists and allowed him to cut open the rope with a small knife, which Dan then pocketed for good measure. She'd made Dan punch the wall until his knuckles were bruised and bleeding, and Dan was honestly in more pain than he would care to admit even bothered him.

"Perfect!" Emma grinned. Dan shook his head, hating himself for what he was about to say.

"You need to shoot me."

"Excuse me?" Emma spluttered, even Joe had the decency to look hesitant.

"I'm the Government leader's son, locked up with five guards on constant watch and I escape with only a few bruises? I don't think so, and my dad wont either. Shoot me. We'll go outside, I'll start running and you'll shoot me in the side. Preferably a graze if you please."

Emma searched his face imploringly, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Daniel Howell you are insane."

Dan grinned, reached behind himself and handed her a small pistol. "Game on."