Chapter Thirteen: Nightmare

He didn't know how far they went, or where they were when they stopped again. The windows in the back had all been closed so no one could see him back there and also so he couldn't see where they were going in case he wanted to escape again.

He looked over as the door opened and his parents came into the back with him, pushing the button to lower the tables and raise up two other cots to have cots stretching all across the back. He sighed and curled up against the wall as they climbed onto the cots and then Jack pulled out the extra-long blanket. Against his will, he was pulled by his mother to join them in the middle and lay between the two, his eyes closed as he drifted off to sleep.

He dreamed of hands touching him again, but this time he wasn't Phantom and so his skin didn't glow and light up the darkness. His clothes were tugged off, and lips were brushed against his before his mother was once against rubbing her naked body against his, her hands wandering over his human skin, exploring in the darkness.

Then he felt other hands, and a body behind him, and skin rubbed against skin as he was pushed and pulled and fingers went in places they shouldn't, and he felt a needle go into his skin and then he couldn't feel anymore, and then he vaguely felt something replace those fingers and the nightmare went on and on with his body being violated again and again and he silently cried for it to stop, but of course no one could hear, no one would stop it, and he was trapped, trapped!

He woke up the next morning to find himself alone, the RV already on the move again. He checked himself and sighed, finding his clothes still on. Of course they would be. That was just a nightmare, it's not like they would do anything to his human side…but he felt so sore.

No, just a nightmare! He held his head and curled up, telling himself that it wasn't real, he hadn't been…violated in human form by his mother and, horribly, what might've been also his father. He knew his father couldn't produce seed anymore, but that didn't mean he couldn't…oh god, why would he even THINK he would do that?!

He let out a soft sob at the thought and froze when he heard Maddie approach his cot. She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, waiting, and when he didn't do anything else she walked away, assuming he was still asleep.

He had to know. It killed him to think that he would be hurt that way by his parents in human form, but he had to know. He slowly got up, wincing as his foot set down on the floor before he stepped closer to the doorway, approaching them. "H-Hi…"

"Danny!" Maddie smiled. "Did you sleep alright?"

"N-No." He shook his head, shivering. "I-I had…a nightmare."

"Oh?" She walked over and gently brushed his bangs from his eyes. "What kind of nightmare?"

"Y-You…were doing to me w-what you did to Phantom…and I f-felt…d-dad was…doing something, too…" Danny started to sob a bit. "A-And y-you would never do that, right? I-I'm your son!"

She sighed, kissing his forehead. "Don't worry, Danny. We would never do anything like that to our son."

"T-Then why…am I so sore?" He asked shakily.

"You fell off your cot while you slept." Maddie said matter-of-factly. "This is why I wanted you to sleep between us, Danny."

"I-I didn't?" He blinked.

"No, I tried to convince you to come over and you stubbornly stayed by the wall." She cupped his cheek. "Will you do as we say this time?"

He glanced away and nodded, and then she patted his cheek and went back to her seat, Danny going back to his cot.

She'd lied. He had gone over to them, he knew he had, and if she lied about that…

God, he felt like throwing up.

They stopped at another place, and he tried to get a look at their location before he was ushered inside and sat down at a booth. Once again, he had to act like nothing was wrong and ate his food obediently. He looked out the window at one point and felt Jack's hand on his shoulder, the man giving him a pointed look before nodding towards the food.

Don't stop to sight-see, eat your food and then leave. That was the silent order, and he silently obeyed it before they were back in the RV and he took his place in the back again.

Walker and Plasmius were out there somewhere, looking for him. If only he could give some kind of signal…call them…but his parents were always watching, and his phone had been taken away and smashed by his father.

That night, he had the same nightmare. He told himself it was a nightmare, but he knew it wasn't – he opened his eyes once and it was still going on, the dark figures forcing themselves on him in the back of the RV.

He wasn't their son anymore. He was an orphan they abducted, his real mother and father murdered by the two of them. That was the story, and they seemed to be agreeing with it and tortured him when he slept – or when they thought he was asleep, at least. He was drugged every time, so maybe they knew he was awake and were just ensuring he couldn't refuse them.

Not like he could…between the code and his fear of what would happen if he dared to disobey, he may as well be wide awake while they did this to him.

But it was just a nightmare. If he told himself that, he could pretend that the reality of the situation wasn't…real. That he was just with his parents, running from Plasmius and Walker because they wanted control of Phantom. They weren't…their son…they wouldn't…

Great, now even his thoughts couldn't admit what was happening. He had officially deluded himself into thinking it was all a nightmare.

Would they stop, though, if he DID show he was awake? Were they only able to fool themselves as long as he kept quiet? He was forced onto his hands and knees and his mother's lips pressed against his as he was pushed into her again and again as something much larger than him forced the motion with its own penetrating action.

"M-Mom…" He breathed into the kiss, his eyes slowly opening. They halted, but didn't pull away, Jack's hands on his hip and shoulder still tight. "D-Dad…" He tried again, turning his head to look at the man behind him.

They were silent, and then he felt a hand stroke his cheek before he was kissed again, and then it started again. He tried again, desperately, but his mother muffled his cries with her lips and tongue, and when they were done they held him between them, not even dressing him this time. He already knew, so why bother hiding it?

He was living a nightmare, and as his mother—no, the woman—traced circles on his chest and his father—the large man—pressed his lips against his shoulder, he decided that he was done pretending. If he was an orphan legally then, so be it, he'd be an orphan here too. Clearly they didn't care that he was their son anymore.

.

"No sign of them." Plasmius bit his lip, his fangs digging in.

"We're doing all we can, Plasmius." Walker said, frowning. "My men are searching everywhere."

"What about…those weird gadgets?" Jazz suggested, looking troubled. "They always hit Danny for some reason. Couldn't we use them to find him? There might be some in the lab…"

Plasmius nodded. "We can try it. Would you go check, please?"

She nodded, heading out to her car. She had to find her little brother; her parents were clearly off the deep end!

Just when you thought Jack was saner than Maddie, by a small margin.
Nope! 8D And he's only going to get WORSE!
I think he's officially disowned them now. ~ Zone