Phan oneshots

A curious case (part 1)

Requested by ghost_nebula <3

Warnings: Homophobia
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Phil's POV

"Roger that, he's on North street," I say in to my walkie talkie as I zoom by stopped cars, my siren blaring. I was on the chase, trying to catch a man who has murdered 8 people over the course of a few weeks. Each and every one of them had been related to him in some way, wether cousins or uncles. He had been spotted on the streets, apparently "plotting out his next murder." But if I knew anything about crime, it was that the crime doer doesn't show himself in public. And definitely doesn't murder someone in public.

I looked down at the screen map on my car, quickly making a turn. He should be on this road. From what I was told, he should have brown hair and eyes, and be very tall and skinny. "Phil he's in the alley next to Starbucks." Said a crackling voice over my mic.

I found a spot on the side of the road, not seeing this a big enough to block traffic. I run down the sidewalk, many people looking at me anxiously. I ran into the alley by Starbucks and drew my gun. I held it firmly in front of me as I looked all over the alley. Trash was piled everywhere, providing many good hiding places.

Finally I spotted a hunched over ball in the corner of the alley. I walked over to the ball and poked it with my foot. The ball gasped and flinched, whirling around to meet mine. Oddly his gaze calmed down slightly when he saw me. The man was clad completely in black, from the hat on his head to his shoes. Several holes were dotting his clothing.

"Stand up," I bark at him, gun still trained on him. He does as I say and stood up, shoulders hunched. "Are you Daniel Howell?" I ask harshly.

"That's me," he says without any fear. His nonchalant attitude confused me. But I wasn't going to question it. If he went easy it would make my job easier.

"Your under arrest for murdering 8 individuals. Do you deny this?"

"Nope," he says, not meeting my gaze. I lower my gun slightly.

"Why are you so unconcerned? Do you realize what the punishment for murder is? You, ironically, could be put to death or just spend the rest of your life in jail."

Dan shrugs again, not appearing to have been fazed by this information. "I know what I did was wrong, therefore I know I deserve a punishment for it." Now I was completely dumbfounded.

"Then why did you do it? They were all your family members, weren't they?" My gun had slowly been lowering during this conversation but I felt no need to raise it back up.

Dan nods, still staring at the ground. "That was the point," he says unflinchingly. Technically it wasn't my job to ask him any questions other than to make sure I had the right person, but my curiosity got the better of me.

"Why did you do it?"

He sighs and meets my gaze for the first time. His brown eyes are filled with what looks like.. satisfaction? "They were all self centered jerks," he says. "They gave no care to anyone else, only caring about their wealth and possessions. They thought that every persons life duty was to find a husband or wife, one that was wealthy, marry them, have kids, then die. They were disgusted anyone who wasn't 'normal' or didn't follow those guide lines. Viewed them lower than dirt." He paused and said in a softer tone, "such as my parents." He sighs again and looks at the ground. "My parents, specifically one of my dads, didn't follow these expectations laid out for him countless generations before. Not only did he marry another man, but that man wasn't wealthy. He lived in a very small and run down apartment when he met my father." A small smile made his face look a million times younger. "As my dad would say, "We were so in love we didn't care wether we were sleeping on a pillow or a pile of rags we dug out of the trash." And they were. My dad -with the horrible family- ran away from them with his boyfriend. And they lived 8 happy years, getting married and adopting me. But then.. my dad's parents found them." A dark expression came over his face. "They took my dads and yelled and screamed at them for hours, telling them how they had disgraced their names they had worked so hard to get. They told them they were the scum of the earth, lower than worms. They beat them till they were both barely alive. Then they-they took them and.. they drowned them in a river." His voice cracked. "All the while laughing and-and celebrating." Dans hands clenched and shook with rage. "I was 3 and deciding, since I was still young, they could make me good, they took me in. 'Out of the goodness of our hearts.' My grandma used to say. And they did. They beat me and tried to squeeze me to be normal, up until I was 12. Then I ran away, swearing revenge for what they had done. That was 15 years ago I ran away. I've been wandering for most those years, but the last few were spent trying to plan the deaths. Plan then perfectly. And I did. They're all gone. Every one of them that ever thought a bad thought about my dads." He finished his story and looked back into my eyes. There was a look of peace in his eyes. "So now I've done what I swore I would. I'm ready for whatever punishment I'm to get." He put his wrists out in front of him. "Take me. I won't resist."

I stare at him for awhile, unsure what to say. Or do, for that matter. This man, he was younger than I. Barely beginning on his life. He wasn't mentally crazy like all the other murders have been. In fact, if he hadn't confirmed it, I wouldn't have guessed he had ever harmed a fly in his life. He still has a personality and a will.

But I had my duties. I couldn't decide much regarding this mans fate. Unless.. I took out my handcuffs and quickly put them on him. I put my hands on his shoulders and nudged him slightly. People stare and whisper as we pass by, some children start crying. I open the back of the car and pretend to roughly push him in the car, knowing people would be watching. I slip a wink at Dan. I slam the door shut and climb into my drivers seat.

"I've got Daniel Howell. Bringing him back to headquarters." I say into my mic. I turn it off and speak loudly enough so Dan can hear me. "So I have a friend who's in a higher position than me. I might be able to convince him to allow you to be kept under my eye at my house." I raise an eyebrow as I pull out. "Would that interest you? Rather than going to jail. ..or dying."

Dan looks surprised. "Would they even let you? I've killed people. Isn't that serious?"

I chuckle mirthlessly. "Believe me, we have much more pressing cases than just someone who murdered some people. But I won't even bother asking if you don't want that."

Dan shrugs. "I guess that works."

I smile and nod. I had a good feeling about this boy. I don't know what it was, but there was something about him that drew me to him. Maybe it was his unconcerned demeanor. Or his dedication. Or.. maybe.. it was those eyes. Those deep brown eyes. I look back in my mirror at him. He's staring out the window, the sunlight shining onto his face. He has taken off his hat. He had curly brown hair. His face and hair were both dirty with various smudges. But something in my mind still was saying, he's gorgeous. I shake my head. No. I have work to do.