You Won't Feel A Thing - (The Script Fanfic)

Chapter 13

"Shit." I heard Mark say over my shoulder.

"Yeah. Shit." I began pacing in front of the door. We're doomed. "Did Rodney and Ben leave?"

"They must have done. They aren't here now." Mark answered.

"Where is Danny?"

"He should still be inside." Mark pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialling in a number and holding it up to his ear. A ringtone sounded close by. Before I could control myself, I began walking towards the noise.

Laying in the middle of the corridor was a phone, ringing. The caller ID said "Mark". I picked up the phone, looking around. In the shadows was a slightly darker shadow. I stepped forwards. Using the light on the phone screen, I shone it into the shadows and saw a body propped up against the wall. I recognised the face: Danny. I dropped to my knees in front of him, looking into his face. His eyes were closed. Check for a pulse. Grasping his wrist, I placed my fingers over his wrist. I almost leaped of joy when I found a pulse.

"Glen! Mark!" I yelled. They were soon by my side. I rose out of the way as they pulled Danny out into the light. Around the side of his head, blood matted his hair to his face. I reached down and shook his arm slightly. He didn't wake. I shoved his shoulder with a little more force. His eye lids twitched. "Danny. Come on. Wake up." I called close to his face, hoping he would respond to my voice. Again, his eyelids twitched. I gently tapped his cheek, then with a bit more force. Eventually, his eyes opened fully. "God. You're so dramatic." I said, actually glad he had woken.

Danny groaned, sitting up. He shuffled back to lean his back against the wall. "That wasn't fun." He placed his hand over his head, drawing it away and seeing blood.

"What happened?" I asked, shuffling back and leaning against the wall beside him.

"Some security guard hit me over the head." He held his head in his hands. "It kills."

"I'm gonna go see if there are any other exits that aren't locked." Mark declared, turning to look at Glen. "You coming?"

Glen nodded and they went off together.

"Isn't this perfect?" I asked, looking at Danny.

"Far from it." He wiped the blood from his hands onto his jeans.

"At least I have you to beat up anybody who tries to kill me." I joked, nudging him with my shoulder.

"Do I look like I could get up and fight? You'd be saving my ass."

"And I'd do a damn good job." The mood wasn't getting any lighter. There was a terrible reality in front of us that none of us wanted to admit.

"Did Ben and Rodney get out?" Danny asked, looking towards me for the first time.

"I am guessing so. We haven't seen them." I shrugged slightly.

"Where's my phone? I will call them." I returned Danny's phone to him. He called a number, holding the phone to his ear. Soon, he took it away. "No answer."

"What do we do?" I asked, looking into his face.

"I haven't thought that far ahead." He sighed, resting his head against the wall. Shadows covered his face.

"None of us have." I sighed. "This is all my fault. If I had just died when he wanted me to, we wouldn't be here now."

"Don't say that. It's not your fault that he is a manic stalker."

Before I could answer, the light above us shut off. The others down the corridor did too, leaving us in complete darkness.

"Oh crap."