"Dan!" I called, feeling panic settle it's cold hands on my shoulders. I shouldn't have left, we should've all went round tomorrow. How could I have been so stupid? "DAN! Open the bloody door! It's me, Ph-Bob!"

I chekced the time on my phone, completely ignoring Lemon Grab yet again: almost midnight. I wasn't liking this. I hammered on the door again, pounding my fists upon it untill I heard footsteps, at which point I breathed out, relieved.

Dan opened the door, not scared like earlier, but more confidently this time, almost throwing it open to see me, like he was excited. But I was not in the least bit excited to see what I saw; Dan. With blood on his hands.

My eyes widened with a horrible mixture of fear, panic and shock, hoping that it was the same ketchup that could've been on the knife, but I knew it was hopeless. Dan saw this, drinking in my obvious fear with his eyes. "What's the matter, Phil?" he grinned.

"I...you remembered-? What happened? Dan?"

He said nothing, only grinned down at me in enjoyment, which enraged me. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL HAPPENED?!"

"Oh Phil, you never swear," he purred.

"Where's PJ?"

He started the hysterical laughing again, but this time it was more as if someone had just told him a really funny story or an amusing joke and not as if he was a crazy knife-weilding madman. "We...we had some fun, to say the least."

I felt the rage I had experienced a minute ago drain out of me, along with all the colour on my cheeks. I knew I looked even more like a ghost than I did normally.

"What's the matter, Phil?" he repeated.

"Where is he?"

I was still standing on the doorstep, and as I relised this I pushed past him into the hall, but he was too fast, grabbing my collar before I could make it a few paces and slamming me into a wall chest first. He pinned me there with his body as he muttered into my ear, "Hey, it's not your turn yet. I'm glad you're enthusiastic, Phil, but at least let me clean up first."

I froze. Clean up?

"Good boy, Phil. But I'm afriad I don't trust you to stay here all by yourself. Follow me, if you will," he smirked. "Oh wait, you don't have a choice, do you?"

"And what if I don't come willingly? What then?" I choked out.

I felt something cold and sharp against my throat and knew exactly what it was. I gulped, feeling my Adam's Apple knock against the sharp blade, slightly digging into me. Not enough to hurt let alone do any damage, but enough to let me know it was there and enough to let me know that it was lethal. I felt a tear escape my eye and tried to keep my sob down in my chest where it belonged.

"Don't fuck with me, Phil," he whispered.

My voice rang out with more confidence than I felt at that moment. "You'll kill me anyway."

"I didn't say that, did I?"

"Where's PJ then?"

The blade cut slightly into my throat with a painful nip, making me yelp. "If I was you, I'd stop asking pointless questions, Phil," he said dangerously. "It wasn't my plan to kill you, but if I have to, I will. I'll cut you and torture you untill the very end. Do you want that?"

I couldn't speak, so I had to shake my head, making the knife cut into me more, this time drawing the slightest bit of blood. I watched Dan's eyes light up as he watched the warm substance dribble down my neck before he dragged me upstairs to his room.

It was in pristeen Dan condition; bed made, nothing on the floor, all his games stacked neatly, his DVDs in the shelf above and all of his guitars in a neat line.

I was looking around the room, so I didn't have the chance to see where he pulled the handcuffs and gag from, but I did know I was being chained to his bed and I was being silenced with the rag being tied around my head. "Mmmm!" I protested.

"Do shut up, peasant," said Dan before sniggering at his own joke. He disappeared out the door and back down the stairs to clean up said 'mess'.

I tried to wonder what mess he could possibly be talking about, but all I could imagine was a dead PJ on the floor, the whole room covered in blood; tidy Dan wouldn't like that.

He's insane, Phil, a little voice inside my head whispered to me. He's not really going to kill you. Why would he? Maybe him remembering your name all of a sudden had to filled with death threats. You don't know what's going on in his head.

The bit at the end was true at least, but I didn't believe the rest; I never did know what was going on in Dan's head, even before he was like this, which was maybe why I was always so easy to prank and attack. I was still as gullable as that; I should've ran when I didn't hear anything, called the police...

What an idiot you are.

And for once I agreed with that little voice, who was now attacking me too.

I lay there and excepted it. Dan said he wasn't going to kill me, but I wasn't stupid; Chris, PJ...I was next. At least I'd be with them, instead of stuck here with this monster. I almost wanted to die, to escape him. Let him kill me, let him bury me in the ground, let the police find me ten years later all decomposed; I don't care.

Said murderer crept back into the room just at that moment, grinning. It wasn't an insane grin...but an insane grin all the same, if you're getting me. The grin of something sinister.

"Let's go."

He tried to untie me, with which I wriggled and squirmed, fighting him with all my strength- which, admittedly, wasn't much, let's just face it.

"Don't you want me to untie you Phil?"

"Nmmm!"

"I'm sorry, could you speak up, I didn't quite catch that," he smirked.

I said nothing. I wasn't playing his stupid games; he didn't like that, not one bit. He practically ripped the gag from my mouth and slapped me in the face, making my head turn around and my freshly cut neck burn.

"TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAID, YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

Still wincing from the pain slightly, I spat, "Kill me."

"I didn't know you wanted to die, Phil."

This seemed to truely puzzle him, and he sat back on his bed as he thought.

You want to die! You want to die! You don't want any of this, you won't let Dan show you're fight, you won't give him what he wants! You. Are. Ready. To. Die. Quickly and with the least pain possible.

But something in me just wasn't accepting this fully and Dan knew this as well. I regretted my decision; I decided to talk to him. "Dan...it doesn't have to be like this. You don't really want to kill me, do you?"

I don't exactly know why, but there were tears in his eyes, a world away from what he was five minutes ago; he was a broken man, sitting there crying and even though he had threatened me with such horrible words a minute ago, I felt my heart break and another tear fall down my cheek just watching him.

"C'mon, untie me and I'll give you a hug, yeah...?"

He slowly turned to me with wide, scared eyes. I thought I saw a bit of the confusion back in his eyes, but I couldn't be sure. "Y-you want me to untie you?"

"If you promise you won't go stabbing me or anything, okay Danny?" I smiled, trying to make a small joke out of it, though inside I was petrified.

He moved over slowly, cautiously, as if testing me to see how far I'd let him come untill I started fighting again, but I lay still untill he was kneeling beside my thigh, unhooking the cuffs from the bedposts. I let my arms fall, rubbing my left wrist where the metal had started to cut into my skin.

"Thanks, I was starting to get a bit of pins and needles."

"Glad I could h-elp. I- I-"

"Don't."

"Okay," he barely whispered.

I shuffled closer to him, feeling him tense as if I would attack him. He tensed further as I slung an arm around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder and he slung an arm around my waist.

"I-"

"Don't," I repeated.

"But I should explain myself, I mean-"

"Not now."

He didn't bother trying to talk again, since he knew I would only interupt him. I didn't want him to talk, I just wanted to sit here with his arm around me. It wasn't in any way as if we were cuddling as lovers- it was far too tense and awkard for that- but it still felt nice to have Dan with me, after having him taken away from me for so long. Well, I didn't know if he was back, and I guess that's what I was scared of; finding that as soon as he opened his mouth he'd be back to...well, you know.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. I wasn't sure if it was directed at me or if he was just thinking out loud, so I saved myself the embarrassment and stayed silent. I didn't think he really cared.

Longer chapter than usual! ^_^

I've been editing a video along with this and trying to solve the mysteries of Deviant Art as well, so that's why this is a bit delayed...

I'm so shocked that I've actually almost finnished this, this is like the first finnished story in the whole two years I've been on this website, oh my God XD