Sacrificial Instincts
Sacrificial Instincts (PHAN) ~ Prolouge~ It was a dark, snowy London night. Phil Lester was walking home from a night out with friends when he heard a whimpering sound. He approached the sound as it emanated from a cardboard box. He realised something mush be alive in the box so he knocked on the snow-covered surface. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" he whispered. A head poked out from the side of the box. "I-I'm done for t-the night. Come b-b-back t-tomorrow." he stuttered, turning to face me. What little bit of face Phil could see was covered in bruises and unmistakeable red finger imprints. "Work?" Phil asked. The boy shimmied out of the box, pushing a sleeping bag off his legs. "Yeah. Y-you know. But I'm d-done for tonight. Please l-l-eave me al-lone." The boy said. Phil was confused. "Is this where you sleep?" he asked. "Yes. Please, l-l-leave m-me al-lone." he stuttered. "I can't leave you here alone. It's snowing and they say it's only gonna get worse. Come home with me." Phil blurted. The boy's eyes widened. "B-but... You don't e-even know me. You don't k-know if I might b-burn y-your house d-down or even k-kill you. Not t-that I w-w-would." the boy whimpered. "Well I'll take the chance. C'mon. It's getting colder. Do you need anything from your box?" Phil asked. The boy shook his head but struggled to get up. " I c-can't walk. The last g-guy was going p-pretty h-hard and it... It hurts." the boy whispered. He looked at Phil like he expected him to run off. "Well, I'll just carry you alright?" Phil said. The boy nodded warily. Phil kneeled down to pick the boy up, trying not to hurt him. The boy winced as Phil secured the boy and lifted him up. "My name's Phil by the way." Phil said, walking slowly toward his flat. The boy smiled. "I'm Dan."