Pete's POV
I couldn't believe it even though I saw it happening in front of my own eyes. Dan Reynolds, the guy that picked us up, that made us find Patrick... Everything was set up... Everything was a lie...
Those thoughts flashed through my mind within a second, because the next moment we had to run for our lives.
I pushed Dan and Phil forward and started to run, towards the entrance of the abandoned hospital. Sadly, because of my horrifying clumsiness, I trip over my own goddamn feet
This is it, I think for a moment. I am actually going to be killed by my posessed boyfriend. I close my eyes, awaiting the pain I think is coming. But I feel no pain. Instead a mocking voice makes me open my eyes.
"You didn't think I was actually going to let you die?"
I immediately recognise the deep voice. I open my eyes and there he stands, blood on his hands and a confused looking Patrick with a wound on his forehead lying at his feet.
Andy Biersack, he didn't leave us.
"What?", he says as he sees me staring. "He isn't dead or anything. But we need to run, right now".
He grabs my arm, helping me to stand up while I push Dan and Phil forward. We run inside the hospital with no idea where we have to go.
"What do we do now?", I shout over my shoulder to Andy who is running behind me.
"Just run!", he shouts back. "I don't care in which direction. As long as we're far away from that monster, we're all right!"
That makes me stop. I turn around, nearly cause him to run into me.
"He's not a monster", I say clearly.
"Pete, he tried to kill you! How are you still defending him?", Andy replies. "Your love for him is going to kill you in the end!"
"It already has once", I answer in a cold voice.
"You guys, stop it!", Phil shouts desperately, interrupting Andy who was about to get angry again.
"Fighting isn't going to help any of us", Phil continues. "All we need to do is try to get Lucifer out of Patrick's head and then kill that bast... St- stupid thing..."
"After all of this you still can't swear, Philly?", Dan laughs, placing a hand on Phil's shoulder. "He's right, though. I think the best we can do is split up..."
"Seriously?", I say. "When people do that in horror movies, you can be sure one of them dies!"
"I know, but it's the best chance we have! I suggest Pete and I go right while you two..." Dan nods at Phil and Andy. "You two can go left".
"Fine", Andy mutters. "Come on."
"Wait", Phil says. He runs towards Dan and wraps his arms around him. He pushes his lips onto Dan's, embracing him into a passionate and long kiss.
When he loosens his grip, Dan steps backwards, looking startled but with a clearly noticeable blush on his cheeks.
"What- what was that for?", he stutters.
"For if I don't see you again", Phil simply says
"No. Don't say that", Dan replies, almost angrily. "We will all make it out alive, I promise you that".
"Don't make promises you are not sure you can keep", Phil smiles sadly. "I have a really bad feeling about this..."
He leans forward for another, shorter kiss and then steps back.
"I love you, Dan." Without saying anything else, Phil turns around and walks away, Andy following closely.
Dan just stand there for a few moments, watching Phil and Andy walking around a corner and disappearing out of our sight. Only then he looks up at me.
"We better go", he says. And that is what we do. We walk for about fifteen minutes until Dan stops all of a sudden and holds me back.
"Do you hear that?", he whispers.
I listen carefully and in the distance I can hear the sound of footsteps and something being thrown against a wall.
"Shit, it's him", Dan mumbles. "What do we do, run or hide?"
"Hide", I whisper back. "If we run, he will hear us".
Dan nods and we enter the first room we find. I look around and notice some cupboards which are probably just large enough for us to fit in.
I crawl inside one of them while Dan also tries to. But after a few attempts he realises his ridiculously long legs are too big for the quite small cupboard.
He looks around in desparation and just before the door opens, he crawls behind one of the carts with medical supplies on them.
I can't see anything inside the cupboard but I hear ragged breathing and footsteps coming closer. My heart is beating so fast, I think it's going to burst out of my chest and just before I think I can't handle it anymore, my cupboard gets pulled open.
Patrick's hands are around my throat before I can even react and when he speaks, it isn't his familiar voice I hear, but the sickening cold voice of Lucifer.
"You should've ran when you had the chance..."
Patrick lifts up his fist to bash my brains in, but this time I'm not closing my eyes. I look him straight in the eye, because I want him to be the last thing I see.
"Goodbye...", Patrick grunts.
"No!", a voice behind him shouts, and I realise Dan Howell has just made the dumbest choice in his life.
Dan jumps on Patrick's back, pulling him off me. Patrick turns around, pushing Dan onto the operation table that is standing in the middle of the room.
I try to stand up, to help Dan but for some reason I can't. It's like an invisible force is holding me on the ground. Then I remember that Lucifer can kill people he can't even see, this will probably easy for him.
"Dan!", I shout at the top of my lungs.
Dan looks up and I see a flash of utter terror in his deep brown eyes. Then Patrick pushes him back onto the table and grabs something from the ground. It's like a weird sort of wire, probably used to control electronics when this hospital was still used.
He tangles it around Dan's neck so tightly it makes blood splash out of the wound the wire has created. I hear Dan choking on his own blood and know that I have to do something, now.
"Patrick!", I shout.
Patrick turns around, looking at me.
"Look what you've done! You killed him!"
A look of confusion appears on Patrick's face, as if he doesn't understand what I'm saying.
"Look at it!", I scream, tears streaming from my eyes. "You killed your friend! He trusted you, Patrick! He trusted you!"
I desperately try to get up and my sobs are becoming hysterical.
Suddenly, I can move again and I run towards Dan, nearly crashing to the ground as I see him.
The flesh of his neck is ripped apart and all I can see is blood. There are tears on his cheeks and I see he is trying to say something.
"P- Pete", he coughs.
"Yes, I'm here, I'm here. You're gonna be okay", I whisper, but it's more to convince me than to reassure him.
"No, I'm not", he smiles sadly. "I'm... I'm gonna die..."
"No no no no no!", I shout. "You're not! You're gonna stay alive and you're gonna come back Home with all of us!"
But it's like Dan doesn't hear me.
"Please... Please tell Phil that I love him... And that he couldn't do anyhing to change this... And that he made my life brighter... And..."
He tries to say something else but the blood inside his throat is preventing him.
"Its going to be okay in the end", I suddenly say, remembering something he said to me once. "And if it's not okay, it's not the end..."
Dan smiles and I can see that small sparkle I could always see when he smiled.
"That's why it's okay".
And with that sentence, I see the light leave Dan Howell's eyes.
A/N: FUCK this was sad, I almost made myself cry! And fun fact, I listened to Angels Fall by Breaking Benjamin while writing the end and that fits it so well, especially the chorus! Here, I'll write down a bit here.
When Angels fall, with broken wings
I can't give up, I can't give in.
When all is lost and daylight ends
I'll carry you and we will live forever
So y'all should listen to it.
Anyway, I bet none of you saw this ending coming, eh? I will leave you alone with all of your tears and prepare for more feels next chapter ehehehehe.
~Panda
