Chapter Six [Part Two] (DAN'S POV)
Sorry about how late this is, please don't hurt me.. :)
"DAN!" I heard Phil's voice yell. I bolted up.
The moon shined bright in the dark sky. Another noise errupted from the shadows. I looked to my right. Phil was gone.
"Phil" I whimpered. I had woken up in the dark many times, but I actually felt in danger with Phil not here. Was this some terrible nightmare? I heard a thud. The ground shook slightly. I reached for my dagger on my belt, but nothing was there. My pocket knife was missing too.
"Looking for this?" I frightning voice said. I looked up. A big, burley man was there, holding my belt above me, the metal glinting in the moonlight.
"Where's.. where's Phil." I wanted my voice to sound strong and firm, but it sounded more like a child's squeak.
"Oh, poor sweetheart. Does little Danny miss Philly?"
"Where's Phil." I demanded it this time, bringing as much strength as I could muster to my voice. It sounded firmer.
"Oh my. Fiesty are we?"
I hated the way he mocked me. Who was he? Was this Chris?
He dropped down from the tree he was standing in.
"What have you done with-"
"Phil? That little traitor doesn't love you anymore."
"That's a lie!" I barked.
"Is it? You'll see soon enough, of how much he really hates you. You'll see how much he played you."
"It's not true!" I was losing my temper, but his stayed calm and collected.
He walked over to me and placed his finger under my chin, lightly grazing my jawline.
"Listen here, sweeetheart." His words sent chills down my spine. He sounded icey, like a ghost. "You're just a worthless, little Atova," His words came out with spit. "No one. NO ONE. Will ever love you."
"Phil loves me." I whispered.
He grabbed my neck, choking me. His face was so close to mine. Scarily close. I could feel him breathe, and see the sharp features of his nose and cheeks. "NO!" His voice now turned into fire, burning everything. I was on the verge of tears, from his words or from the deep grip in my neck, I didn't really know. He loosened his grasp on my neck, making me slipp out of his fingers, collapsing on the ground. I whimpered quietly.
"I would kill you now, but that's not my orders." He was now back into his calm persona.
"Then what are they." I coughed.
"To help you."
"Yeah, right." I sputtered. I think I tasted some blood.
"I am. I am telling you about the dangers of being with Phil. He's playing you."
"He is not." I attempted to sit up off the floor, but I recieved a kick to the stomach. If there wasn't blood there before, there was now.
"Fine. Don't take my warning. You'll see what I mean soon enough." He jumped back into the trees, disappearing into the shadows.
I groaned, the pain taking all of it's toll on me. My mind wouldn't stop buzzing wildly.
Where was Phil? What was we talking about? Did Phil really hate him!? No. No. Of course not. I just needed to find him. He would explain everything.
I crawled my way out of the darkness, trying my hardest to reach my tree. I heard voices. Oh great. Not now. I would easily be captured in the state I was in. I saw fire. All around. Burning. Everything burning. Was there an actual danger, or was it all an illusion my eyes were playing me. There were more noises. Then everything stopped. The world blacked out.