𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍 ✧ 𝐏𝐓. 𝐈𝐈

✰TWENTY-SIX✰

Like a train crashing through a brick wall, the pain rooted deep in his head came slow but unsteady. The ache spread its way across Dan's head, starting from the back and ending sharply in the front. Like a sudden toothache in his brain, he lifted up his hands off of the bed he was laying on and pressed them too his forehead, pressure not easing the pain but distracting him from it till it languidly faded away. His arms throbbing, like they were detached from his own body. The fluorescent light flickering above his head made the brunette open his eyes but squint immediately. Finally, after blinking away the blurriness of his vision, his eyes stared up at the gray tinted ceiling and his intoxicated, drugged thoughts tried to validate where he was. He sat up dancing his gaze around the room.

A fancy chandelier, a white door, and one window placed to his left. He dragged his eyes around suddenly catching sight of Felix.

Startled at Felix's focused stare, Dan tugged the blanket closer to his chest; feeling relief as to what was going on.

"If Felix is here, everything is okay." He thought to himself, but the question was like glitter, in his head constantly stuck and getting annoying.

"What am I doing here?" He asked quietly, which only made Felix's lips lift up into a joker grin.

Pewds stood up from his chair, taking in a deep breath then let it go; the sound of his exhale lingering for a bit. He intertwined his fingers together behind his back and started to walk around Dan's bed. "You have no idea what the hell is going on. Do you, little one?"

Dan sat up straighter, pushing himself slowly against the headboard of the bed getting a better look of the room. It seemed, expensive. Dan shook his head, heart starting to thump as his thoughts started to seep back through his brain. Felix's gaze darted away then every so often they moved back to survey the small boy.

Felix chuckled loudly then turned around to face the door of the room. Placing two hands on the wood, he shut the cracked open door with a distant click and locked it.

Something he was apparently good at.

Dan gulped as he surveyed him, feeling suddenly uneasy and frightened. "Felix, wha-what's happening?" Dan then looked down at the duvet, blinking. "Mark.." He whispered. "Mark! Did you see him? Is he okay? Some people broke into our house an-and shot him. Then they—" Dan stopped himself in his tracks as Felix only stifled small laughs.

"God sweetheart, you really are stupid!"

Dan's eyes widened, his thought circuits doing their best to untangle themselves. "You...you're in on this?" He says breathlessly.

"Sweet cheeks, I'm not just in on this." Felix laughed like a madman. "Oh no I take all the credit for all of this," He stuck out his arms with a smile seemingly making his form bigger; more powerful. "And none of you had any idea, especially yourself, doll."

"How'd you? Why did you?" Dan trembled in his place, tears staring to prick his eyes while his breathing started to hitch a cry. "You killed Mark!? For what?!"

Felix pursed his lips, then shrugged. "Power."

Dan stumbled over his words, his tongue tied as the sparks from his brain circuitry connected.

Felix then continued, his emotionless psychopathic body starting to pace the room in front of Dan. "Your Daddy really never tells you anything, does he?"

"Why does everyone say that?!" He shouted, his heart breaking into small pieces.

Felix glared at the boy in the bed, but then the evil haze of his eyes shifted back to normal. "Well," He tapped his fingers together in front of his face. "Because it's true."

"If Phil doesn't tell me something there's a good reason why." He pulled his knees up to his chest, the hurt becoming unimaginable.

Felix then gruffly grabbed Dan's chin lifting it up so they looked at each other. "Oh yeah? Or is it just because he thinks you can't handle knowing our shit."

The curly brunette gulped, still slightly confused and scared to death. "Then, you tell me why I'm here," Dan threatened. "Asshole.." He whispered.

Felix smiled, letting go of Dan and walking back towards his chair, mechanically sitting down. "It's funny I thought you were submissive."

Dan huffed. "Where's Phil? I want to go home."

Felix tried to wipe the grin from his face with his hand. "It doesn't work like that, Daniel." Pewds patted his legs, then stood up once again watching Dan's expression drop. Abruptly, he snatched Dan's wrist; easily sliding off the rose gold bracelet.

"Hey!" Dan hollered making Felix snicker.

The new gang leader examined the thing then dropped on the floor.

"That's mine! Phil told me to never—"

Cutting Dan off, Felix stomped his foot hard into the metal causing it to snap in half and scatter into tiny fractions of gold and wires.

Dan stared; watching Felix lean down and pick up a tiny chip in the pile of broken bracelet.

"He told you to never to take it off, didn't he?" The leader smirked.

Dan looked down at his bare wrist, wrapping his hand around it. He shifted his chin upwards, again his mind rolled up in confusion.

Felix held up the chip, examining it like artwork—his artwork. "This here, is a tracker," He yanked Dan's hand towards him and placed the tiny device into his palm. "I made this and programmed it to track your every movement."

Dan blinked, staring at the small red and blue wires wrapped around the small piece of plastic.

Felix places his hands behind his back watching Dan's face contort into a form of discomfort. "Do you want to know why you weren't allowed to take it off?"

Dan sniffed, and nodded to frightened to mumble words.

"Daddy Phil wanted to keep his poor baby safe from an anonymous gang that threatened to kidnap you—which was obviously me."

Dan lost his breath tracing his eyes upwards trying to focus his thoughts.

"PJ started skipping meetings because he felt underappreciated which only made his case seem even worse," He snickered. "I sent Brendon into the warehouse to get the ball rolling then I told Phil that Peej was the one who was hunting you down," He shifted his hands back and forward between each statement. "So he kicked Peej out leaving me, the mastermind of all of this in the gang still in charge of my plan."

Dan's breathing was rapid, his heart bursting from his chest.

"In order to get Phil to the point of wanting to kill PJ—which is why he left you in the first place—I texted him pretending to be Peej with a dark web number saying all kinds of shit about you; making Phil become enraged and go after him leaving you almost helpless with Markie Moo."

"You kidnapped me? Bu-But why?!" Tears started to prick Dan's eyes and dreadfully roll down his plump cheeks. "You killed Markie!!"

"Isn't it obvious sweetheart?" He shrugged. "It was the easiest plan to take over every mafia there is. You take down the head of the head which is your daddy, princess by killing something he loves," He turned around and lent over touching Dan's nose. "And that is you." He chortled, placing his hand on his chest acting like he was trying to control his laughter. Felix then dug around in his pocket pulling out his signature cherry lollipop. "Lucky you, it's my last one."

"I-I don't want it—"

"Oh please," He pushed it in between Dan's lips. "Every little likes candy." Felix turned around and faced the door and placed his hand on the knob twisting it in order to leave the little's prison until a small tone of voice could be heard. It trembled along with Dan's body.

"So..yo-you're gonna kill me?"

Without moving his head, Pewds smirked. "Don't worry, we're gonna have some fun first."

A few seconds after Felix's departure Dan grabbed hold of the sucker and threw it with full force against a window having it stick to it. "Fuck you."