Summary; Someone's out to get the Thunderman's, and Phoebe's the first target. Now Max can keep his cool under the most stressful of situations -however- when something happens to HIS Phoebe, a deeper, dangerous, tainted power emerges from within him. Can Max protect Phoebe and his "family," or will he end up driving them away with his new power? Will Max become the one to destroy the Thunderman's? Especially when he learns the truth about his power? Tainted/Max. Hurt/Phoebe. Rated M. Slight Thundercest. Max/Phoebe.

WARNINGS; (suggested) Rape! Rated M. Slight incest. Max/Phoebe. New powers. DARK THEME. Slow starter. (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE...though most of you probably are anyway) -_-

Darker Than Shadows...Prologue; Just A Dream?

It was dark. Un-naturally so, Phoebe found as she walked down a pebble covered path which was a few blocks from home. It was cold, too. And she was seriously regretting only going out in a light orange dress - her small -summer-style- over coat did little to keep her warm as she wondered on, her heels were the only things that could be heard over the blistering winds that flowed through the city at night.

Tucking a small piece of her long, soft brown coloured hair behind her ear, Phoebe pulled the pure white over-coat closer to her chest in a poor attempt to bring more warmth. It didn't work as another strong gust of wind blew into her, making Phoebe dither. Why she had agreed to go to that stupid party, she didn't know. Max had told her it would be lame, yet she begged her parents to let her go, and after however long, they had finally agreed. Phoebe had stuck her tongue out at Max in victory, but now she couldn't help but think that the party would have been far more interesting if Max had actually been there.

Yep. It was THAT lame. Even for her.

Shaking her head to herself, Phoebe focused on making some sort of excuse for her early arrival home to tell Max, so he didn't give her "the look." The look that, though cute (and extremely annoying), simply said; I TOLD YOU SO. Then again, knowing Max, he was more than likely asleep already.

She smiled to herself at the thought of her brother. Was it wrong that her heart fluttered whenever she thought about him? She knew it was. It was really wrong. Yet she couldn't stop the thoughts of her brother from entering her head no matter how hard she tried. The idiot had filled most of her beloved diary pages, too.

With a sigh, Phoebe was about to turn down the road that led to her home when she heard something. Snapping her head back, Phoebe frowned at the blackness that followed her, unable to see anything there. It was only then that she realised no one else was around. 'Strange...for a city.' She thought before carrying on, a quickness added to her steps.

"...Phoebe..."

A chill ran down her spin as she heard a voice that seemed familiar, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on where she recognised it from. Turning around, Phoebe once again tried to see what - or who- was there as the night seemed to get even darker and cold, but she couldn't see anything.

"Okay. Who's there?!" She snapped. Not liking this one bit. "Max, if that's you then just -"

"Phoebe."

Hearing the voice boom out from right behind her, the dark haired Thunderman squealed loudly as she turned back around, tripping over her own feet before landing on the ground harshly with a yelp. There was a tall man standing before her; it was not Max.

"What do you want?" Phoebe asked, her eyes wide with fear. Something was seriously not right here. From the corner of her eye, Phoebe saw the shadows swoop around her, covering both her and the man standing over her. Needle like edges emerged from the shadows, grasping at her skin as it began to run up her clothes, ripping the steams of fabric from her body.

Quickly thinking, Phoebe tried to use her superpowers on the man. Only to have him simply smile down at her as the ice breath bounced off of him.

"Sorry, Phoebe, but that's not gonna work on me." He laughed deeply, scaring her more than she wanted to admit.

"Please, stop!" Phoebe began to wiggle away as the shadow like needles started to rid her body of the remaining clothes upon her, her bra and knickers turned into a pile of rags that settled on the cold, hard ground. "What do you want?!" She frantically tried to cover her naked form, her face bright red with embarrassment.

"You." He said, voice deeper than normal, his eyes turning black as col as he moved forwards.

Phoebe started to kick and scream, hoping for someone to save her from this darkness that swarmed around them, but it was hopeless.

"No one can hear you, Phoebe!" Another laugh. Sickening her. "You might as well just give in. You can't stop me." He clicked his fingers and suddenly the shadows took hold of Phoebe's arms and legs, pinning her down to the ground.

"Let me go!" Phoebe cried out, her eyes allowing tears to fall. She couldn't move. She was trapped.

"Sshhh..." He chuckled, kneeling down in front of her, running a hand up her bare, smooth legs, making Phoebe jolt away -only for the shadows to tighten their hold on her. "It's all going to be okay. You're the chosen one, Phoebe. You should be happy," he paused briefly, undoing his trousers and letting them slid down his legs along with his boxers until they rested by his ankles. Phoebe gulped as a shadow covered her mouth, stopping her words. "You're going to make Max realise his full potential."

With that said, Phoebe cried harder as she was penetrated by this man, her head shooting back in pain as tears continued to roll down her face, one single thought running through her mind - one last thought of hope to keep her sane as pain filled her.

'Max, HELP!'

Max shot up in his bed, a thick layer of cold sweat ran over him as he held his head in pain, panting loudly. "Phoebe?!" Max gripped his head tighter, it felt as though a thousand needles were being pushed into his brain, a small image of Phoebe beaten, bruised and extremely hurt filled his mind.

Staggering out of bed, Max tripped over and fell onto the floor. He made such a clatter that Dr Colosso disturbed from within his cage. "Max, what are you doing?!" He growled in anger of being woken up.

Max ignored him, pushing himself back up as he made his way up stairs, tripping over more times than he was willing to admit. He just about made it up stairs as the front door opened up.

Eyes wide, Max almost choked on his own breath at what he saw.

Phoebe was standing there, bruises all over her beautiful skin. All of her clothes - gone. Her arms, a shade of dark purple thanks to bruising, were trying to cover her exposed body. Slowly, Phoebe looked up, her eyes locking with Max's. Her long hair, that had been blocking her face from view, revealed a busted lip, black eye and blood soaked locks, both eyes blood shot from crying.

A serge of sudden emotion ran through Max, anger and numbness, he didn't even realise that every object within the Thunderman household was now shattering, the lights flickering on and off.

"...Max..." She fell to the floor, crying once more. In less than a second, Max was there, on his knees and bring her into a tight, comforting hug as she cried into his shoulder.

"It's okay, Phoebe." Max tried to comfort her. Still in shock at seeing Phoebe of all people in this state, he glanced at the door, seeing shadows suddenly disappear from view...

Told ye it was a dark theme story. If you're interested in seeing where this goes, then review! A short little note here, hopefully not to give too much away, but Max and Phoebe aren't actually siblings. They think they are for now, but it turns out they're not. Just to let you know like ;)