Dan P.O.V

For some reason, Phil wanted to go walking. Then he forgot where we were. Is he trying to kill us? "Phil, murderers are out at this time!" I realised it was darker over here so I huddled close to his side. "Dan, I doubt they would be a murderer, maybe a weird snake guy." Phil laughed. "I'm serious Phil, we don't want to get robbed." I huddled closer making Phil notice. "Dan, are you afraid?" he asked a stupid question. "No shat Sherlock." I growled. "The dark..." Phil remembered pulling me closer. "T-thanks." I stuttered and he gave me a nod.

A guy in slim black clothes approached us. "M-money?" he begged. "Umm, Phil..." I looked at him with worry in my eyes. "Sir, I didn't bring my wallet with me." Phil politely replied making me smile a bit. "Liar." he accused. "He isn't lying, he doesn't have his wallet neither of us do." my voice raised defending him. "You wouldn't help a poor, dangerous, killer old man?" he smirked pulling out a gun. "Woah woah, Phil if I die, my last words are. I told you so." I sarcastically said making Phil give me a evil death stare. "My last words are. I hate you. Put the gun down." Phil demanded calmly. "Why should I?" the man snapped.

"We are British albinos, give us a break." I face palmed. "Dan, not the time." Phil snapped. "Right, death situation." I groaned. He grabbed Phil by the collar picking him up. "Put him down!" I demanded sternly. "I'll blow his head off, if you move!" the man threatened. "Don't hurt him, please." I avoided breaking into tears. "He's all I have left, PLEASE!" I begged again. He pulled the trigger shooting Phil in the leg that's when I lost it. I screamed so loud, that it broke everyone's eardrums from miles around. My eyes, they flashed with anger and hatred and fear as I grabbed the bullet that was suppose to hit me. Phil stared at me in shock, and I now felt the same shock as I looked at the bullet. My ears perked when I hear the man breathing in deeply and I realize he was pointing to my head. Quickly, I grabbed the bullet and threw it with all my might into his leg making him scream. "Dan!" Phil cried out in pain. I walked slowly to the man with anger showing, "Never touch my friend...AGAIN!" my voice shook the ground as he crawled away.

I faced Phil, my expression changing completely into heartbreak. "How did you...I mean- How?" his voice shook as he rubbed his leg. "I-I don't know, and I never want to know. I got so angry and afraid that I just heard and felt things I have never before." I spat out helping him up. "Can you walk?" I asked him. "N-no." he admitted, "Lean on me." he did as he was told and leaned onto me and I began to walk with him. "P-please can we take a break?" Phil begged. I huffed looking for a place for Phil to sit, I spotted me and Phil's favorite bench that sat near the fountain. "Sure." I smiled setting him on the bench. He looked at me with some fear in his eyes, "Are you okay?" he asked me. "I'm not okay if you aren't." I admitted smiling at him, he smiled back making my heart flip over. "Sss-shining lights! It hurts." he mumbled. I laughed at his attempt of not swearing but grabbed my hoodie putting it in the water of the fountain. "Dan, you're gonna be cold if you do that." Phil looked at me worried. "I'll be fine, Phil." I gave him a fake smile and placed the hoodie on his flesh that was wounded. He squirmed a bit, "Oww." he mumbled. "Let it numb the pain, don't worry. I got your back." I gripped his hand squeezing it. "Thank you Dan." Phil smiled.