A/N!!

   Before we start the chapter, I need to show you guys the drawing I made for ya'll!
   (The girl is Y/N.)

   I know my anatomy could use some work, but whatcha think otherwise? Let me know by commenting!
   Anyways, onward to the chapter!!
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   Y/N's POV

   It was 8th period, and I was staring at the clock intently. Every second that was ticking by felt like a million years wasted at school.
   2:36
   2 more minutes.
   "Y/N. Would you like to answer the question?" my teacher, Miss. Peterson, asked me.
   My head snapped to my teacher, who was drumming her fingers impatiently on her desk. "Well?"
  "Good luck getting out of this one," Max whispered to me.
   I eyed him indignantly. "Shut up," I mouthed.
   "Y/N. The class is waiting," Miss. Peterson said, her tone slightly sharp.
   I sat still in my seat like an idiot. Max started snickering, which caused me to clench my fists a bit.
   Suddenly Max leaned over to me and casually whispered, "A 90 degree angle.".
   "A 90 degree angle," I repeated to Miss. Peterson, nodding my head slightly.
   "All right," she said. "For a minute I thought that you weren't paying attention."
   "I would never," I reassured her, raising my right hand.
   Then the bell rang. I've never been so happy to hear that noise in my entire life.
   I beamed and scooped up my books and such. But as I was doing so, I saw a flicker of Daniel appear before me.
   My eyes went wide. I heard him laugh a bit, although I couldn't see him. "You better hurry home. I've got David wrapped around my finger."
  "Max," I said, my voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
   "Hmm?" he asked, turning towards me.
   "We have to go. Now."
   "Why?"
   "Daniel said that he's got David wrapped around his finger. He must be doing something to him!"
   "Oh, crap!" Max said, his eyes widening. "Let's go!"
   We sprinted down the halls as fast as we could. I guess Max was a bit tired, because he was quite a bit behind me. I sighed with impatience as I grabbed his hand, pulling him with all my might.
   I saw his face turn a deep shade of red as I continued to drag my boyfriend to the school doors.
   Once we finally got out of the colossal building that was our school, Max and I realized that the Camp Mobile wasn't sitting in the parking lot like it usually was.
That's how we knew that something was seriously wrong.
We sprinted to Max's house, and, might I add, took quite a bit of time.
As we were running, Max was rapidly gasping. He looked seriously tired.
"You got asthma or something?" I muttered and grabbed his arm and threw him over my back.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Max asked from on my back.
"Carrying you," I replied matter-of-factly.
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A wee bit later, we had arrived at David's house.
I rapidly knocked on the door while Max was staring wide-eyed at something.
"Stop spacing out and help me!" I snarled, thumping on the door with both hands.
"Y/N..," Max squeaked.
"What?" I snapped, whirling around to face him.
"Look at the mailbox..."
There was a little mailbox sitting on the door, and it had a message written on it.
In Kool-Aid.

Y/N! Maxwell! How lovely it is that you stopped by! Please, enter! I'll enjoy seeing you...
-Daniel

"Oooh, Lord..," I said, continuing to pound on the door.
Finally a familiar blondie opened the door.
"Hello, children!" Daniel greeted Max and I. "Please, come in!" And I swear I saw his eyes flash with mischievous delight.
"What the heck..?" Max muttered, his eyebrow arched.
I guess he saw it too.
   We did as we were told, only to be greeted by David tied up in a chair, duct tape covering his lips.
   "Holy crap!" Max screamed, backing up a few steps.
   I was speechless. My mouth was slightly agape, and my eyes were really wide open. Then, a sliver of rage flashed through my eyes as I clung onto Daniel's shirt and screamed, "Let him go!"
   Daniel flicked me off as if I was a tiny gnat. "Ah, ah, ah! Not yet. I'm gonna have some fun with little Davey~."
   David made this weird type of screaming noise through the tape, leaning forward in his chair.
   Daniel chuckled and ripped the tape off of David's mouth. David yelped. "You wanna talk?" Daniel smirked. "Talk."
   David was crying at this point. "D-don't hurt Max or Y/N! You-you can do wh-whatever you want to m-me!"
   Daniel sighed and shook his head. "I'm afraid that I must hurt all of you." His neck cracked. "That's what makes this fun."
Violence warning starts now!!
   Daniel grabbed a flamethrower from this little cart that was filled with weapons.
  "I'm normally not this obvious about my plans," Daniel said, turning on the flamethrower. "It's just that...sometimes I get too excited about them and have to tell someone!"
   He grasped the flamethrower tightly and held it near the skin on David's arm. Daniel chuckled. "This is just the way it has to be."
  He held it to David's skin.
   David screeched as the flames began to rot the skin on his arm.
   "NO!" I yelled, tears slipping their way out of my eyes.
   "YOU ARE SO DEAD!" screamed Max, coming up to Daniel and trying to kick him in the shins.
   He wouldn't budge.
   "Aw, how cute!" he laughed, picking Max up by the hood and studying him. The flamethrower seemed to be held to David's arm by some kind of magic. "Maxwell is trying to best me!" Daniel turned to face me. "Isn't Max the cutest thing?"
   Max's aqua eyes burned into Daniel's  blue ones, David screaming in the background.
   Then Max did something that I couldn't believe.
  He punched Daniel in the face.
   I gasped as Daniel's face got thrown to the side, causing him to drop Max.
   "Max!" I cried, rushing up to him and hugging him, nuzzling my face in his shoulder.
   "Y/N..," he breathed softly, hugging back. "Are you okay?"
   Then some kind of invisible  force pulled us apart. "What the-?" I started to ask, but was cut off by Daniel punching Max square in the jaw.
   Max stumbled backwards and began trying to relocate his jaw.
  "Oh my gosh!" I yelled, running up to Max and resting a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?!"
   Max nodded his head quickly, but began to cough up blood. It dotted the ground; David stopped screaming and watched with a terrified expression.
   Daniel looked at Max with a smirk, then looked at David. "Oh, right!" he exclaimed, smacking his forehead with his hand. "I'm such a goof! Did I forget about you, David?"
   Daniel started towards him; the flamethrower magically removed itself from David's skin. "Having fun?"
   "No..," David responded weakly.
   "Good. Then I'm doing my job right."
   It was then that I noticed that David's muscles and nerves had become visible.
"No. No, no, no, no," I said, rushing up to David.
"Y/N. Please...step back. I don't want you to get hurt..," David told me, a soft smile crossing his lips.
"David..," I said, patting his head, "if Daniel wants to mess with you, then he messes with me."
"Is that so?" Daniel's voice taunted. I turned around, and he was all up in my biz. I'm talking, like, 3 inches away from my face. "That's sweet."
I growled and smacked Daniel across his face.
He looked stunned for a brief period of time. I heard Max mumble from the floor, "You better not hurt her.".
Daniel seemed to expand in height. So much so, that he was towering about 5 feet over me.
"That was a big mistake," he growled, his voice deep and mangled.
He grabbed me by the hood of my f/c hoodie and lifted me up. "Hey!" I yelled. "Put me down!"
Daniel returned to normal size, and put his face close to mine. "Not until I'm done with you."
I closed my eyes tightly, preparing for the worst.
Unfortunately, I got it.
I felt a pain that I had never experienced before shoot through my arm.
My eyes shot open, and I slowly looked over at my arm. A knife was in there, and dark red blood was spilling everywhere.
I screamed at the repulsive sight. David began struggling against his restraints, while Max was trying to stand up and help me.
Daniel shoved the knife further into my flesh, causing my scream to get louder and more shrill.
Max finally got off the floor and started attempting to punch Daniel.
It seemed that he didn't feel a thing, for the knife was still in my arm, and I was still bleeding.
I squeezed my eyes shut, tears pouring out of them. I just wanted this to be over.
Until, the pain subsided.
I slowly opened my eyes as my head moved down to where Daniel had stabbed me.
There was a huge cut.
And he was still holding me by the hood.
"That's what you get for thinking you could mess with me," Daniel said, smirking.
   I whimpered as Daniel threw me onto the ground.
   Max made a really weird growling noise and began to kick, scratch, and punch Daniel.
   "YOU WILL NOT HURT Y/N!" Max yelled, pounding on Daniel's legs with his fists.
   Daniel chuckled and grabbed some Kool-Aid off the counter.
   "No!" I called out.
   But it was too late.
   He force fed Max the Kool Aid, pinching his nose shut. "Bottoms up!" he laughed maniacally.
   Once the whole cup was in Max's system, Daniel stepped away from him to watch the show.
   Max started sweating and breathing heavy. He began to shake very violently too. Until, he finally started throwing up...
   Blood.
   He gagged as the blood poured out of his mouth, moving across the already blood-stained floor.
   Flecks of Kool-Aid tumbled out of his mouth, too, as Max began crying in between gags.
   Then Max's eyes became black, and Kool-Aid began pouring out of them.
   I let out a snarl as anger flooded through my body.
   Daniel was still distracted by the sight he was witnessing, so I used that opportunity to sneak over to Daniel's weapon cart.
   "Y/N, what are you doing?" David whispered to me from his chair.
   Huh. I forgot he was even there...
   I put a finger up to my lips as I grabbed a butcher knife from the cart.
   David looked a bit pale, but nodded his head anyways. I think he was nervous that I was gonna kill Daniel.
   But I had a better idea.
   Daniel was still watching Max, so I jumped onto him and held the knife towards his throat threateningly. "You wanna mess with Max? Huh? Well then...guess you're gonna get more than you bargained for!"
   Daniel tried not to look worried but he began sweating and putting his hands up in surrender. "Fine! Fine! I'll stop!" he said. "Only because people are gonna get suspicious by all your screams." Then he healed Max, David, and I, for the gash in my arm was gone, and Max was not puking, and David had skin again.
   Then Daniel disappeared.
Violence warning over!!
   I fell to the ground with a slight "oof", the knife still in my hand.
   I didn't even move. I just sat on the ground with wide eyes as Max came running over to me.
   "Y/N! Are you okay?!" he asked, wrapping his arms around me.
   I nodded and wrapped my arms around him as well. Suddenly, I had a realization. "Max! Are you okay?! You were the one that started throwing up blood!"
   Max chuckled and squeezed me a bit. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
   "Um...guys?" David asked awkwardly. "I'm sort of still tied up here..."
   I pulled away from Max and turned to face David. "Oh! Right!" I then began to untie him from the chair. Once he was free, I sincerely asked, "Are you okay, David?"
   David gave me a soft smile. "As long as you kids are okay, I'm okay."
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   We were slowly recovering from the traumatic experience, but we knew in our hearts that Daniel wasn't gone.
   We knew that he would come back.