Oblivious Hearts (Phan)

Chapter Thirty Four

Word count: 1156

"When we want to read of the deeds that are done for love, whither do we turn? To the murder column."

- George Bernard Shaw

A few hours later Dan and Phil were snuggled up on Phil's sofa with a big bowl of popcorn between them, watching Mad Max. Phil still hadn't told Dan about following Craig, he was too nervous of Dan's reaction, and was enjoying the evening too much.

"Alright," Dan said, nudging Phil's side. "What's wrong? You've been distracted all evening." Dan rolled over and sat up, gazing into Phil's eyes with concern.

"What? Nothing's wrong Dan. Let's just watch this." Phil replied, nodding his head to the tv, avoiding Dan's eyes.

"I know when you're lying Phil, tell me what's happened." Dan said.

Phil sighed and paused the film, at last meeting Dan's gaze.

"Okay, but don't panic about this, I'm here and you're safe with me alright?" Phil said, biting his lip.

"You're worrying me now Phil." Dan said, his brows furrowing.

"I-I saw Craig in town today. And, I might have followed him back to his flat." Phil said, dropping his gaze to his lap, suddenly ashamed of himself.

"So you followed some totally dangerous, fucked up guy who abused you for years to his house? Alone?" Dan said, but Phil still didn't look up, a blush prickling his cheeks.

Phil nodded.

"So you know where he lives?" Dan asked.

Phil nodded again.

"Well, that could be fun," Dan said, making Phil's head snap up in shock. Dan's usually warm eyes were cold, as a pang of revenge and anger clawed it's way through his body. Phil's face mirrored Dan's, a smirk and slightly narrowed eyes signalling that revenge was something within reach.

It was almost 8pm now and the sky was pitch black, the evening air biting Dan and Phil's faces as they walked to Phil's car. They sat in the car with a determined air bouncing between them as Phil drove to Craig's flat.

At one set of traffic lights the poster plastered to a bus stop wall caught Phil's eye.

OBLIVIOUS HEARTS

"How far will you go for the one you love?"

Easy, Phil thought. I'd go as far as it takes.

~

Phil parked behind a building opposite Craig's and walked around the car to open the door for Dan. Taking Dan's hand in his own Phil led him to the door and found Craig's buzzer.

"Be quiet," he said to Dan, stealing a quick kiss. "I'm going to get us in there." Phil pressed the buzzer and waited for an answer.

"Yes?" A gruff voice called out.

A chill ran down Phil's back at the sound. He cleared his throat. "Hi, um, is this Craig? It's Phil... Phil Lester." His voice was soft and childish, but his face was screwed up and his mouth looked like he'd swallowed something sour. Phil knew to get in the flat Craig would have to think he'd won and that Phil was vulnerable, so he reverted himself back to the Phil that wouldn't stand up for himself.

It worked.

"Huh, Phil Lester... Boyfriend not been faithful? Ha." He barked. They heard the buzzer go off and Phil pushed the front door open. Dan squeezed Phil's hand and stepped into the artificially lit hallway, taking a steadying breath and trying to remain calm. Spots of a red and a black haze fogged up the corner of Dan's vision and one glance at Phil told him that Phil was feeling something similar.

Together they climbed the stairs and came to a stop outside flat 3b. Phil knocked twice on the door, which almost immediately swung open to reveal Craig's massive form. Phil noticed how much older and hunched over Craig was in comparison to the strong, younger man in his memory. This time neither Dan nor Phil felt threatened seeing Craig, in fact together they felt as though they were a force to be reckoned with. Craig was the one who should feel threatened.

It all happened so fast.

With not even a word said between them as to what they were going to do Dan felt Phil's warm hand slip from his own and heard the first muffled sound as Phil's fist connected with Craig's front teeth. Fists and feet were swinging in every direction. But Dan and Phil hand the upper hand, they were prepared but they also moved in sync, as one being.

It didn't take long for Phil to get his hand around Craig's thick neck and cut off his air supply whilst his free hand punched the side of Craig's head repeatedly, trying to cause as much damage as possible. Dan was furiously attacking Craig's body, taking the opportunity to inflict as much pain as possible. Thoughts of Craig's sick past with Phil were blurring Dan's vision and clouding his thoughts, spurring on his violence to such extremes he'd never reached before. Any pain Craig suffered wouldn't be enough to serve justice for the life he had given Phil.

Dan stamped on Craig's chest until he heard a snap, but he didn't stop there. He smashed his foot hard into Craig's most tender area, making Craig's legs flail even more. Craig was growing weaker with every passing moment as Phil's hands relentlessly clamped his throat shut and beat his face to a pulp.

It was a while after Craig's heart had stopped beating that either of them stopped attacking him. Letting go of Craig's throat Phil stood up, spitting in his purple, swollen, and beaten up face, his features barely distinguishable anymore. Phil gently placed his, now rather bloody, hand on Dan's shoulder.

"We should go, he can't hurt us anymore." Phil said. Dan looked up at him, his face, previously contorted in anger but with a hint of pleasure, was now relaxing into a composed expression. He gave his head a little shake, stood up and took Phil's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's go home." Phil pulled Dan in for a soft kiss and then they walked out of the flat, leaving Craig's beaten and lifeless form to rot on the floor just inside the door of his flat.

They shut the door behindthem and strolled to the car with a new spring in their step. Dan had to admit,that was more fun than he thought it would be, now Phil's actions seemed evenmore understandable. Yes there was a desire to inflict pain for revenge, but itwas also satisfying to feel flesh impact with flesh and be in control of thepain of the other.    

I still have like two more chapters until this is done. 

Sorry if you wanted more gore with this, I just wanted them to sort of be in a haze whilst doing it. Like the anger took over and they couldn't really focus on the feeling of the thick blood splattering over their faces with each punch etc.

Keep throwing me answers on the 'Audience Participation' chapter. Any questions are fine, I'll answer them all.

T x