OKay, my update like I said. This isnt as long as I had hoped but there was some plot development in it. I hope it shows...It will at the end...Hopefully. I have moved this up to an M and said at the beginning about Maddie in the summary. I apologize to those of you who are uncomfortable on the subject. I didnt mean for it to come across as disgusting as it did. I tried to do it as least disgusting as possible.

Anyway enough of my rambling enjoy. And thanks to those who reviewed yesterday or sent me a PM, because you had already reviewed for ch.13. I'm not being mean and saying you all should have done it, because I knew that, that might happen... I wasnt really...but yah I don't mind.

Help me

Chapter 14,

We'll make it through…

(Danny's POV)

Besides sitting here in the complete blackness, I can still see the things that are going on. My Mum, she's sitting not to far away, whimpering to herself. I want to go over to her, to comfort her. I don't think she wants me near her though. Not after what they did to her. She's going home though after the child is born. I fear for myself. If I will still be living in nine months time. I've lost so much blood, I can barely stand on my own, I had to be pushed out of there, we've been driving for God knows how long. It seems like a century, a century trying to pluck up the courage to go and speak to my mother. She's my Mother for Christ's sakes, I should be able to speak to her openly, I on the other hand have always found it difficult to go and speak to people. I feel like they hardly know mw anymore.

I don't think my Mom knows I'm actually in here; it's not that it's light enough to see around here. I want to cry out in pain, not just from physical pain, but from mental pain too, I want to go crying to Mom, I want to do it so much, but I know deep down she will reject me, not after what I've done. I should have just let them kill me, I should have just killed myself before, and when I was trying so hard to see the faces of the people I care about. Those people hate me now. I'm so lost in here; I can't even tell if we're moving anymore. The world feels so numb, I can still feel blood dripping down off my body, and I must be sitting in a puddle of it by now.

If anyone has to put up with this everyday of their life, I feel so sorry for them, and if I get out of here, I am going to help them all I can, how can I be so foolish and let all of this kind of stuff go by unnoticed? It could be happening to Sam at her home, to Tucker, to Jazz even, behind my back, when I'm not around. It doesn't seem likely, but it could all very well be happening.

Maybe I'm just being too hard on myself. Sam would usually try to cheer me up; she can't be any better off than I am now. Or she could be setting up a rescue mission to come and find me before I bleed to death.

I wonder how it feels to die. Is it painless? If it is, I would rather be dead than have to put up with this pain all the time. It's just an obvious thing. Once we stop I'll just refuse to let them treat to my wounds if they want to help me. Which is probably not going to happen.

I suddenly cry out.

"Help me!" I don't know how to control what's going on. It's not fair; I don't want to feel like this anymore. Footsteps suddenly start coming near me, I stiffen up not knowing who or what it is. Thank goodness, it's only my Mum. Wait, My mum? I would have thought she would be like really angry.

She comes up to me and sits next to me; I'm surprised she knew where I am. She hugs me tightly, I wince out in pain and she lets go.

"I'm sorry," She says.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault," I say, damn that was not the right thing to say, she's looking at me now, her eyes, so full of sorrow and hurt. How could I put in a state like this?

"You know what Mom, if I don't make it out of this alive. You could still keep the baby, it could be my replacement," I say, I don't know what's coming over me. I regret ever mentioning the baby her eyes are brimming with tears again. I hate to see my mum cry.

"Don't talk silly Danny, you will make it out of here. And you won't be going with them either. Sam, Tucker, Jazz and Jack with find a way to help you," She says. I don't know what I'm crying for anymore, the fact that I could be facing with death. Or the fact that my Mom's words are making me cry.

"I don't know Mom, I'm too hurt. It's a struggle to stay conscious," I say, I think I've lost all control over what I'm saying. I shouldn't be telling her stuff like this. It's not even a good subject. I really want to get off it. And if the others are trying so hard to get us out of here. Why are we still here? Maybe they haven't gotten home yet. Maybe they're trying to convince the police of everything that's going on.

The police. What a joke they turned out to be. The Guys in White can do a better job than them. And that's saying something.

"Danny…Danny" I suddenly snap out of my thoughts, by my Mother, she was calling me.

"Hm?" That's all I can manage to say.

"You know I'll always be with you," She says. It's like a normal Motherly thing to say, she why are the words cutting deep? Cutting deeper than anything that's been stabbed into me. Stuff like this must come with natural Motherly instinct or something.

"I know Mom, but what if I do die? Will you be there when I die?" I asked her sad. I can't bare asking her questions like this.

"You must have lost a lot of blood because you're talking silly. Of course your going to live, you'll be the one at my funeral first" She jokes.

"I'm not talking silly Mom, I know it's going to happen before you and Dad die. There's no escaping it. Look at me; I'm struggling to talk to you now. Is that meant to happen all the time?" I shout. My shout isn't exactly a shout; it's more like a whisper.

"You're not going to die Danny. I'll make sure of that," She said. It was becoming an argument. I was seriously not up for an argument.

"Fine, but if it does come to that, I want you to be there" I said, I collapsed onto the floor then, I used up too much of my strength on arguing. I'm not unconscious I can hear everything that's going on around me, I wonder if this is what your supposed to feel like. Is this really my ending, I have so many things to tell everyone, I can't die just yet. I feel so tired though; I just want to fall asleep, I want to able to tell my mum I love her. That I'm still here for her, even if I do die. I think this is going to be my end, I never planned on dying like this, I had always hoped for a death fitting a hero. A death in my warm bed, like most old people do, that's how I wanted.

I was naïve enough to believe I could die like that, I don't think I could have died like that, even if I wanted to, it's just not a hero thing. Hero's are meant to die protecting the ones they love. Not me though, I die at the hand of my captors, like I don't know, something un-heroic.

That's me; I will go down in the History books, the hero who died, nothing like a hero. Maybe what Mom says is true. Maybe I will be saved from the Hell in which I reside in now. Since I have been in here, I have noticed that I talk with more of a vocabulary now. It's odd how one thing can change a person so much. I feel unloved at the moment. Like nothing will save me, like I have no hero myself.

Even though my eyes won't open, I can feel my mum by my side, I asked her to be my side when I died. She's crying out for me to open my eyes. I don't think she wants to believe that I might die here.

She grabs my hand, she asks me to squeeze it if I can hear her, obviously with all the strength I have which is not a lot, I squeeze and her sobs subside, she knows I'm still there, even if it is only just.

I just want to scream out to her, I just want to tell her, to try and break herself out. To go and live on her own, to go and find the others. To just leave me to suffer. Jordan and the rest probably don't care. I can hear them laughing their heads off in the front of the van; at least I think it's a van. It seems big enough to be a van, and there's no window in the back and it's long.

I'm fighting now, between conscious state I'm in now and unconsciousness. It's weird I can only hear half of the sentences my mum is trying to get to me; I think she knows something is up, since my grip on her keeps loosening and growing. I know she will be my side.

It seems like an age still, we haven't stopped yet. It's strange where are they taking us. To some foreign country. It must be somewhere outside of Amity. Where the Police will obviously not know to look I guess. I try to talk, to open my mouth, some hoarse come of my mouth and my Mum rubs my back.

"Shh, don't talk. It's okay" her voice comforting me here, in this darkness, her voice seems a little cracked itself. It must be from the crying. I want to be able to cry with her, she laugh with her, to be able to grow up and her watching me, proud. I guess something's were not meant to be.

Maybe I will come back as a ghost, and then I can be with my parents and my family and friends again. I don't think my Mum would let that; she would want me to be somewhere safe, away from the pain of life. I don't think I would be able to speak or face them if I died. It's just one of those things. I couldn't bear to see them crying over me, it just seems like something I should be doing over them before me.

Mom has lifted me up, finally off my stomach. I'm guessing that I'm sitting up now, due to the fact my back is up straight and I can feel the strain on my neck. I swear sometimes that someone out there hates me with a passion. Causing me all this pain, who would want to do things like this for a living? It's just sick and I've been caught in the middle of it all.

Is there no end to the pain in this world?

Obviously not, since the car comes to a halt. We're here. Here is nothing to me though; I can't even open my eyes to see what's going on. Or have we come to a stop for a different reason.

I try with all the strength I have to open my eyes. Even though it's just the slightest, I can see something. Mom is sitting next me; she looks at me opening my eyes. She smiles so brightly, she only smiles like that when Dad does something sensible, and that's like once every blue moon.

She starts to cry.

"Don't cry Mom," I say so quietly it's barely audible.

"Don't talk, you'll use up all of your strength," She warns. I just nod. There is so much to ask though, like why have we stopped for one. They don't seem to be getting us out of here. Maybe the border police have stopped them. Hmmm, I doubt it. Maybe it's Dad, Jazz and the rest. I hope so, but it's highly unlikely. Their chatter in the front has stopped; maybe there is trouble.

I relax a bit, and listen to what's going on outside. I can definitely hear something, like panic. Yes, it seems like panic. I don't know what for though. It's a mystery. Mom, is giving me the weirdest looks, she must think I went crazy in the time I had a weak moment. How else am I supposed to describe it, it's not like I can say 'comatose moment' because I could tell things around me.

Even though I still feel really ill, I feel sick, the feeling of nausea becoming more apparent. My head hurts, along with any other thing that's supposed to in my body. Even breathing hurts. I wonder if your supposed to be morbid before you die? It's going to be a question that haunts me from now until death.

Mom has a weird look on her face; I think she's caught on. I think she's actually thinking that it's Dad and everyone. I'm either being pessimistic about this or just not in the right spirit, but I highly doubt that anyone has come to save us. I would have heard all of Dad's screams by now.

I'm knocked out of my thoughts again by something smashing up against the van. Does everyone have a problem with me thinking or something? Then there are more voices. I really can't be bothered to listen closely to them to make out who's it is. There's like a scream of orders coming from someone and the back doors fly open, forcing Mom to fall over. A man comes he picks me up and runs. I'm not exactly sure who this is. They have a firm grip over me whoever it is.

It's just like a movie. It must be one of the ad guys. I've had enough of cliché's to last me a lifetime but they keep on coming. There's a guy with a megaphone on the other side of the road.

"Give up the boy. You can't win" Wait! What? I'm not in the hands of my captives. My captives are over there, the ones talking through the megaphone. I just lie there limply in the person's arms. No they've found us too soon, are they doing this as a game? Things just don't seem to make sense anymore.

"And what makes you think I'm going to put him down?" Wait a second again. This is the voice of Paul, the other one of the tortures. I am so confused at the moment. I don't get it. Was he a spy? There's someone else there too. I can sense it, but I don't know who it is. I am so confused; I just wish that someone would clear things up for me.

"You betrayed us. Put him down or we'll have to shoot through him to get to you" The other man shouted, that must be Hill. It must be like split forces or something. They've divided into two groups. Two of them must have had a change of heart or something.

"So what? You betrayed the police force," Paul shouted.

"I know it, you set us up" Hill shouted.

"Any evidence?" Paul asked.

"No, but I get it now, you two. I always thought that there was something up with you Paul. You never seemed too reluctant to do as you were told. And know I know why" Hill said slowing down at each passing second.

"What's that then?" Paul asked.

"You came to us saying that you wanted to work for us. Whilst we had him captive first time round…then you got into out group and gave information to the police on all we were doing…you got Samuel to work under you too…a sentence shortening presume" Hill said.

"Yes it was basically that. I was sent on a mission. I was told to do everything you told me too, so the thing with Maddie. That took me by surprise, but it was my orders. I had no choice but to do it. I myself face prison too for doing that…even though I should be let off a bit for doing as I was told" Paul said, ending up talking to himself than to anyone else. I just laid there. I couldn't believe my ears. They were sent deliberately to come and help me. But why did they take so long? Were they being watched?

"I knew I couldn't trust you from the beginning" Hill said. It looked like my life and married life was saved.

"The police are on their way now. With the family and friends of Mr. Fenton and Mrs Fenton. That sounded so odd, like he was referring to me as Mom's husband or something.

Just as if on que, sirens were heard coming in this direction and Hill and Jordan were frozen on the spot. Shock from losing their 'trusted' companion diminished. I kept on trying to look up to see what was happening. For once though, I just let the darkness over come me and I let myself go limp.

I'm going home.

I hope you all enjoyed it. Hmmm, thinking in my head, I have about two more chapters planned then the end...TT.TT I can't believe it, this is my longest fanfic so far. I've really enjoyed writing it though. I don't think I will be doing a Danny Phanotm, Danny in loads of pain fic for a while, besides my other one, which is a pile of poop. I should be saving this for the last chapter.

Anyway, Merry Christmas. No offence to anyone who doesnt celebrate it...

See you hopefully before the year goes out...