Experimental Love

It wasn't that Jack enjoyed seeing blood. Not many people did. It was the fact that it wasn't human blood that made it interesting, that made him want to see it over and over. Like he couldn't get tired of it.

The fact that he hated the boy who carried it made it sweeter.

Technically, it wasn't the boy's fault. He was a victim of circumstance and bleeding hearts. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

In reality it was Danny's fault. Because Danny had broken the rules in the first place. Had looked in on something that he shouldn't have, and had started the ball rolling. Had broken Maddie's carefully constructed barriers.

Had ruined years of research and testing in one evening.

Because in reality, Danny was the one to fault for being human. For caring about others, for seeing hurt, and trying to help however he could.

Danny would have never made a scientist, Jack was sure of that. He would never be able to seperate his caring nature from his inquisitive one, and would never be able to put his emotional side away from his professional one.

Maddie had the same problem. Probably where Danny got it from. She had troubles with setting boundries and keeping them in place, no matter what happened on the outside.

Teaching the boy had been a horrible idea. There was a saying; One grain of knowledge is stronger than one hundred grains of force. And as little the boy seemed to be picking up, it was still learning something. Something that could mean the difference between complacency and revolution.

The boy was already resisting more then Jack was happy with. Not to say that it was unexpected, or that Jack wouldn't do the same, but the rate was increasing at an alarming pace. Jack was certain that Danny was involved.

Danny was always involved.

Jack was going to make sure that his family was protected. Nothing was more important then that.

Nothing.

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Phantom was panting on the table. Glistening with sweat as his body strained against the restraints.

He wouldn't take this much longer. He couldn't. The tests grew harsher and harsher with each passing day, and he was certain that his body was at it's limit.

Pain, through his chest again. The knife was back, poking and prodding about his insides. He groaned as it bit into the muscle again and again. It fucking hurt, like where ever the knife touched it started to burn. They must have put something on the knife again, trying to figure out what his body rejected and what it just burned through healing.

It was a long and painful process, one Phantom was tired of.

Danny had kissed him last night. That was why fatty was so vicious with the knife. He'd heard the moans, and was angry. Angry that his own son should chose an experiment over blood. Dear old dad was becoming part of the backround, and wasn't happy about it.

So he was taking it out on Phantom.

Phantom would have felt sorry for him had he not been the one digging around with the knife.

He clenched his teeth again as the knife twisted. He was almost at his limit, there couldn't be much more before he snapped.

Danny had kissed him. After he'd told Phantom what it meant. It meant that he wanted to be together forever. It meant that Phantom was the most important.

It meant that Phantom had permission right? Permission to break free?

Didn't it?

Wasn't that what Danny had said? That when people kissed it was a sign to each other that they were the most important? That they were to keep each other safe and happy?

Wasn't that what happened in all those movies Jazz watched? The boy kissed the girl, then protected her to the death?

Where was Danny then?

Or maybe it was different with them, maybe Danny wanted Phantom to rescue him. Maybe Phantom had to be the strong one.

Then it was permission.

Permission to break free.

Permission to kill.