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David had a bad feeling. And no, it wasn’t just because Max and the rest of the campers had switched into pure white clothing (no he didn’t want to think about how they matched Daniel), it was more because Max had openly admitted to loving something. Someone technically. He watched, dread building up ever-so-slowly, as Max walked over to the folding table and grabbed a cup of koolaid.
“So, David! Care to join us for a drink?” Daniel asked, holding up a cup.
David looked at the other, before taking a deep breath and frowning. “Daniel, I’m actually afraid that we…need to let you go.” He stated, walking over to the other. “I just don’t think your’e a good fit for Camp Campbell,”.
Daniel smile tightened for a second, before he flicked his head to the side with a crack, “Oh, I see. It is…unfortunate you feel that way, David,”.
“Yeah..I’m afraid it’s just not-“
”However!” Daniel interrupted, “As far as I’m aware, I’ve successfully met every requirement in my job description! So you don’t actually have the legal right to terminate my employment!”
Daniel’s smile seemed more sinister to David now, and he could see why Max had been warning him.
“Unless of course,” Daniel chuckled, “You think there’s an aspect of this job I’ve yet to uphold…?”
David’s eyebrows furrowed, and he looked over to the campers, all smiling and looking up at Daniel. He looked back at Daniel. He didn’t know what to say, Daniel had held up to every requirement needed. All expect one. He pulled out his guitar, and hoped for the best.
Daniel had rounded the table, dumping a cup of koolaid out beside his head in a mock drinking fashion, and was now holding a knife above Dolph.
One of the campers. One of David’s campers. A sudden burst of adrenaline hit him, and he lunged at the other, swinging his guitar and hitting Daniel in the chest with it, knocking him away from Dolph. David grabbed Daniel by his shirt, pushing him further away from the campers, before grabbing his guitar and swinging towards the other again. Daniel jumped out of the way, rushing towards David and plunging the knife into his shoulder. The red-head yelled out in pain, before huffing and grabbing Daniel’s hand that was holding the knife and dislodging it. He pulled the knife out and threw it to the ground.
Daniel grabbed David’s handkerchief, pulling him closer before punching him in the gut, causing David to hunch over. Daniel pushed him down to the ground, grabbing the knife from the floor and stabbing David’s legs multiple times to keep him from running around. David cried out in agony, sucking it up to headbutt Daniel and quickly push the cultist off of himself. The knife flew out of his hand.
David climbed on top of the other and punched him in the face, hitting him multiple times before he heard the other’s nose crack. Daniel yelled out, reaching for the knife and eventually grabbing it, stabbing David in the side. Tears that had been pricking up at the corners of David’s eyes began to fall, and he quickly pulled himself off of the other and the knife, Daniel quickly grabbing him and pushing him down to the ground.
“You are messing everything up!” Daniel grunted, hands flying to David’s throat. He had dropped the knife to the ground in favor of a more personal kill. His grip tightened on the crying red-head’s throat. David thrashed, scratching and pulling at Daniel’s hands. This couldn’t be how he goes, there was no way! He needed to protect the campers! A sob ripped its way from his mouth, and he looked over at them. All in white and smiling down at him. Something glinted from the bottom of his vision.
The knife. The blood-coated weapon was lying on the ground. David slowly reached for the object, hands shaking as he felt the wound in his shoulder strain in pain. He shut his eyes, whimpering small ‘no’s repeatedly. Suddenly he felt it. The metal of the blade. His vision felt shaky as he opened his eyes, dark spots dancing. He quickly flipped the knife in his hand so that he would hold the handle. He grimaced, before plunging the knife into Daniel’s throat. A look of shock and fear quickly replaced the cultists rage, and his hands went lax as he fell to the side, blood gurgling from his mouth. David roughly pulled the knife from Daniel with a disgusting squelch.
He looked at the knife, the weight of what he just did suddenly crushing him. Every sob that escaped him burned his bruised throat, and he threw the knife away. He pushed himself against a tree, reaching down to his pocket for his phone so he could-
His phone. Where was it? Did he leave it in the mess hall? Or could it be- next to the campers. His phone had flown out from his pocket during the fight. He let out a low groan. The adrenaline that had previously been pumping through his veins had begun to disappear, and he felt himself wanting nothing more than to take a nap. He looked at his phone to distract himself, and the shoes next to it. The…colored shoes. Next to it. Dang. The red and white. Colored shoes. Max.
”What. The. Fuck.”
“L-language…” David muttered.
”Really?! You’re fucking worried about my language right now?!”
David shut his eyes for a moment, the sweet bliss of darkness taking him when he felt a small hand shaking him.
“David you dipshit! You cant die right now damn it! Neil give me your shirt!”
Oh. The rest of them were back to normal. That made sense.
“M-Max. Call Gwen.”
He couldn’t tell if Max had heard him. He felt some pressure being out on his abdomen, some pressure on his arms and legs. His eyes slowly slipped shut.
Im so so sorry.