Because I'm Different || Dan Howell

Chapter 18 - Run

After a few drinks and a whole load of chatting to everyone (and the mass exchange of number swapping) the bowling party was over. Phil had gone over to another YouTubers house for a video making session and said that he was gonna crash there for the night and be back in the morning. But, since me nor Dan had a car, and the taxi service wasn't on this late, we decided to walk back to the apartment. It wasn't that far away, maybe a fifteen minute walk, but being lazy fuckers, we like to use transport. 

We walked down the streetlight lit road, our hands intertwined and our arms swinging back and fourth.

"What did you think?" He asked me. 

"Totally epic!" I replied with much enthusiasm and he chuckled. Oh man, his chuckle.

"I'm glad." 

"That I won? That I am the all time champ?" I cheekily giggled and he rolled his eyes, smiling.

"I'll tickle you again." He said, his free hand poised ready to tickle me.

"No, no, no!" I said, getting ready to make a dash if he tried to. "I'm sorry, bro, I'm sorry." I laughed. He relaxed looking back to where he was going.

"Jokes." I mumbled under my breath and at that instant, he grabbed me from behind and started to manically tickle me. "Stop! Oh my god! Stop! Hahahaha!" I squealed. But I didn't know what was about to happen...

Dan suddenly gasped and stopped all that he was doing. His presence was taken away from me and I span around to see what the problem was. Piercing pain shot through my every vein. My jaw dropped, my eyes widened and at that moment, everything became intense. The atmosphere got heavy and I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. 

Dan was being held at machete point by a man covered in tattoos.

The man was holding him from behind, his arm around his neck and the other was holding a large, sharp knife in the other, holding the blade up to Dan's neck. The man was taller than Dan was, bold and covered in tattoos and piercings. His clothing was mainly denim, grubby and torn and he was wearing a wicked smile.

Dan was scared out of his wits. His eyes wide and he tried to control his breathing, but he couldn't.

Dan...

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Dan's P.O.V

I was held at knife point and being scared was a major understatement. I wanted to move but didn't want to loose my head. I felt a man breathe down my ear. My breathing was getting out of hand and I was panicking. Sam was staring at me, her eyes filled with tears and she was just as scared as I was. He perfect face was crumbling right before me and I hated to see her so scared. Scared. The only word I could think of. And death. Death comes after hurt.

"If you want your little boyfriend back, you will come with me...and if you shout for help, his head will be no more." The man hissed at Pixie, his voice gravely and harsh. She just looked at me to him to me again. God knows what he would do to her. She was trying to think up of something, racking her brain, trying to come up with a solution that would solve everything...but she couldn't. 

My heart pounded out of my chest when she said "No. You will let go of him and leave us in peace." She was calm but her voice incredibly shaky. I was freaking out. He fragile face was now covered in streams of tears. I just wanted her in my arms; to be safe.

"Any last words the pair of you?" He loudly growled with anger. I felt the blade push against my neck but no blood seeped out. 

"Pixie." I whispered, my eyes becoming full of water and spilling at the seams. This was it. The end of me. There was nothing I could do. I just wished I could save her. 

"And you?" He spat at Sam. She stood tall, tears still in her eyes but she was brave. 

"Ivy." She quietly said, head raised proud. What?! Just Ivy?

"Speak up, woman!" The man shouted at her. She seemed taken aback with the sudden burst but once again, she stood talk and shout "Ivy!" right back at him. What does that mean?! 

The man sneered and laughed. He pushed the blade against my throat. I looked at a shaking Sam. Sam. I would do anything for you. 

I tightly shut my eyes, ready for my death. This was it. Goodbye Pixie...

He cackled down my ear and with one swift motion, pulled the knife across my neck.

Only that my neck was still on my shoulders.

The man screamed in terror as the knife floated in mid air, right before me. It was just flying. The man back off and it was my chance to run but a firm hand grasped my wrist. 

"RUN DAN, RUN!" Sam screamed. I tried squirming out of his grip but it was no use. Everything went so quick. A blur. 

The knife twisted about, still flying in the air and shot, blade first, straight into the stomach of the Tattoo Man. A blood curdling scream filled the skies and blood poured from the man's stomach and mouth.

"Run Dan!" Sam screamed again, snapping me back into reality. And I ran.

I ran, taking Sam's hand in mine. The wind howling through our hair, the cold air stung my wet cheeks. 

The complex was just around the corner and with my free hand, I grabbed the keys out of my pocket, ready to unlock the door. 

We fled up the stairs, finding the right apartment and I manically tried to unlock it. With one swift push, we tumbled through the door, shutting and locking it behind us, we panted, back against the door. I looked over to Sam, her eyes bewildered what we just encountered...