"Where are we going?" Max questioned.
Cold, bleary and exhausted David and Max made their way along the cobblestone footpath. It was an endless void of sidewalks and rusty, abandoned buildings. Not a single form of life was present, and the deafening silence gave the two goosebumps.
"We need to get out of the city," David replied, anguish quivering in his voice. "Right now we're on the west side, and that leads to a smaller town where Gwen lives."
"Then what are we gonna do? We can't just leave and pretend this never happened."
He almost stopped in his tracks to ponder that question. They had ran out so prematurely, did they even have a plan? David looked down, only for the two's eyes to lock.
"I…"
Max raised an eyebrow, impatiently waiting for his question to be answered.
"…I don't know.."
Max huffed and shook his head, looking back down onto the floor again. "W-Well let's just get the fuck out of here before that cultist son of a bitch gets our asses killed." His breathing quickened in pace, silently cursing at himself for stuttering. He fidgeted with his fingers as he hoped David wouldn't catch on.
"Max?"
He refused to meet eye contact with him. He was suddenly yanked and brought to a back of a crumbling house. David held both of Max's hands softly as he slowly crouched down to his level.
"You know… it's okay to feel scared, Max." he started.
Fuck. He knew, and tears were already starting to bubble to the surface.
"The fuck? I-'m fine…" He gulped, knowing fully what was going to happen next.
"I'm scared too. I'm scared about what's going to happen next… scared for you…" David trailed off, engulfed in the raging tornado of horrible thoughts in his head. "…But I want you to know… that I love you, and everything is going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen to us, I promise." He wrapped his arms around Max and silently held him there as he caved.
He hugged David back and started wailing. "I-I don't know how he *hic* fucking did t-this!" He exclaimed. David's shirt was getting wet (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) from all of the tears, but that was the least of his concerns. "I don't wanna die… I don't want us to die." He held onto him for dear life as he kept crying.
"We're not going to die Max… we're gonna be alright." David cooed, ruffling his hair.
"But w-what if we do-"
"Max, If they want you, they're going to have to get through me first. I'll make sure of that." he interrupted in a stern voice. He continued to hug Max until his cries died down to quiet sniffles. They freed themselves of their hug and David cautiously put his hands on Max's shoulders
"Are you okay?"
He nodded silently.
"Alright, let's get moving ag-"
The shrill sound of a car screaming to a halt echoed throughout the neighborhood. They peered out the side of the house in time to see a horde of men in white piling out of a van and splitting off into different directions. They quickly dashed out of their line of sight and searched for somewhere to hide. A huge door dug into the ground immediately caught their attention. A storm cellar.
"Go! In there!" He practically pushed Max to the door and broke it open, stumbling down the stairs as it once again slammed shut. There were multiple boxes, some cabinets, and tables that they were easily able to hide behind. He grabbed his bag and fumbled for his phone. He tapped the contact Gwen and pressed call.
"OH MY GOD DAVID! I saw what happened on the news! No one can even access the city without Daniel and his goons killing or brainwashing them! I was so worried they got you, are you okay?" The voice shouted from the phone.
"Gwen... I need your help."
They laid there in silence and jumped as the door rattled and creaked open. Footsteps descended down the stairs as David shielded Max from within their hiding spot.
"I got you bud." He whispered into his ear.
Equipped with flashlights, the men dug through the cellar, searching for any signs that they were there.
"Anything in there?" A voice called out from the entrance. A voice they recognized immediately.
Daniel.
"No master... this place looks like it hasn't been touched in a decade."
"Let me take a look." The stairs creaked as he hurriedly walked down and joined them. The flashlight flicked on and he started sorting out every box and moving them aside. Each time he was getting closer to where they were hiding.
*BANG* *BANG*
All men froze and turned to the sound.
"What was that?" One of the men asked.
"Go take a look, I'll keep looking here," Daniel ordered.
"Yes, master." All of the men simultaneously answered creepily, smiling and running back upstairs. As Daniel dumped all of the contents in each box, he noticed something standing out from the dust settled on top.
Handprints. Lots of them, and blending behind the boxes was a small patch of red hair.
He grinned wildly. They were here, and they were his now. He slowly and silently dragged the box away, in order to gain the element of surprise.
"Gotcha-" The element of surprise was not on his side though, because as soon as he revealed himself, David's fist collided with his chin and sent him flying back. As he regained his composure, David stood from where he was hiding.
"David, what are you doing, you idiot?" Max whispered.
"Max, don't get involved in this, stay hidden," David ordered, pushing Max away.
"You're gonna get yourself ki-" Max couldn't finish his sentence before Daniel slammed David against the wall and grabbed his throat, choking him. Struggling for air, he sent enormous kicks to his legs and crotch but they ultimately did nothing as Daniel's grip tightened. His consciousness was slowly slipping away as he attempted to fend him off...
...*WHACK*
As something slammed into the back of Daniel's head, he hit the floor faster than you can say 'Zeemoog and the galactic confederacy' and laid there motionless. As the air filled David's lungs, he gasped and collapsed, his knees digging into the old rugged ground, almost joining Daniel.
"Hey bitches." A voice filled the room. As David searched for the owner of the voice, he looked up, and his heart sank with relief. Standing before him was Gwen, a bloody baseball bat in hand, and Max standing not far behind her. She helped him up and they shared a quick embrace.
"You okay?" she asked. Still panting from the lack of air, he nodded and gave a thumbs up.
"Is he..?" He motioned towards Daniel. Gwen walked over to examine him.
"Nah, Just out cold. We should get going before he wakes up." The three ran up the stairs and rushed to Gwen's car. David and Max hopped in the back while Gwen took the wheel. She put the pedal to the metal, and they zoomed away, leaving Daniel and his men in the dust. The ride was eerily silent, besides David's heavy breathing.
"You're a fucking idiot David... but I'm glad you're okay." Max broke the silence. He refused to look at David.
David smiled. "It's okay, Max. We're safe for now."
Max scoffed. "For now..." He glanced at David before giving him a quick hug, immediately returning to his original position, looking out the window.
"That never happened," he mumbled. David's smile only grew wider.
"Okay, Max."
about time i fucking updated this holy shit
why does this feel like every time i write the quality just decreases each time lol
also the "then what are we gonna do?" is so me because i have no idea what the fuck i should do for this story :')
oK i should update this soon so byeeee