the ebony-haired man's thick, sweat-coated eyelashes fluttered downwards as he felt the iced-over edge of connor's knife trace the drops of darkened blood that painted his defined abdomen. his vision blurred in and out as he watched his old friend pierce his tainted skin, though the pain didn't even seem to register in his breaking mind. scattered thoughts of a certain brunette's velvet skin and tangled sheets and the existence of a god seemed to swim around his brain as he suddenly realized connor had left him.

he became strikingly aware of the dropping temperature of the stained cement room as goosebumps crawled across his crimson-splattered body; as if the cold was digging its nails into every inch of his bruising skin. "for fuck's sake," he muttered under his breath as he spit out iron-tasting saliva, letting his head roll forward. "if there is a god," he mumbled, half-comprehensible as the misery-enticed words vibrated along his bruised lips. "let this blood run out sooner than later."

he remained in the bone-chilling silence of dripping, greyed water and echoing screams leaking from inside each deathly, crimson handprint and desperate fingernail scraping. "actually, kill me after i have the satisfaction of killing that son of a bitch, sending a fucking drill through his fucking head or some messed up shit like that," he dryly laughed, his broken voice echoing between the four haunted walls. "or you don't have to make it fun, just a bullet to the brain. as long as he's dead. and don't kill dan, just yet. let him live a while, maybe get him a nice house or something, where he doesn't have to pick up desperate cops in bars or visit street corners to be able to fall asleep. i don't know," he exhaled shakily, a faded cloud of frosted oxygen bleeding out from between his chattering lips as he paused. "don't let him forget that i love him."

"if i untie you, promise to not say any cheesy bullshit like that ever again," a pair of velvety hazel eyes and bruise-tinted lips spoke as phil's neck shot up instantly. "how the hell did you get out?" phil quivered as he felt the sweat-washed rope loosen from his ripped-skin wrists. "i'm fucking curare, fighting three deadbeat cult-cops isn't a challenge," dan chuckled softly as phil's grin dropped slightly. "he told me you know," the brunette sighed as he dragged off the ripped guard's jacket and wrapped it around the unsteady man stood next to him.

"we don't have time for that right now," phil said quietly as he dragged his bottom lip in between his chattering teeth, dan's bloodshot eyes darting agonizingly away from his boyfriend to the cerise-stained cement below them. "hey," he mumbled quietly as he stepped towards the raven-haired man, the glossed over translucence of the brunette's irises seeming to catch the other man's breath as they paused. "it isn't much, but i'm really fucking sorry," he exhaled as phil forced down the cobwebs that seemed to haunt his straining throat. "i know," he mumbled as the chanting footsteps of whatever cult army connor had sent began to ring warningly in their ears.

"do you know a way out?" phil asked as dan handed him the silvery metal of a frosted-over gun. the ravenous fumes of past bullets drifted up the ebony-haired man's nostrils as he felt goosebumps race down his blood-splattered skin. "yeah," dan grinned as he cocked his gun, his bloodshot irises glinting back at the man behind him.

"right through connor's head."

((sorry i update once every two years whoops))