I am so very sorry that it has taken so long for me to update. Since I was a senior I got out of school almost two weeks early. I have been working M-F 9-5. So I haven't had very much time for anything. Falls to the floor and begs for forgiveness. Enjoy.

Black and Blue.

Hours later Danny struggled to his feet, heading towards the bathroom to investigate the damage his father inflicted. He shut the door as quietly as possible and turned the lock insuring his safety for the moment.

Slowly and carefully he began peeling off his tattered clothes, the dried caked blood coming off with it. Carved into is chest by his 'master' was a word that Danny really despised. Slave.

His face looked like some one had hit him with a base ball bat. Though that wasn't far off, His father's fists were just as hard. He could easily play that off as what Quan had done at school, but he would have to wear long sleeves for a week at the least. Jack had decided to use the lighter from the Fenton assault vehicle to burn Danny's arm.

Turning on the water to a luke warm, Danny began washing away his blood. Every drop of water felt like fire on his arms and chest. He couldn't hold back the tears of pain, fear, and sorrow, as he stood there thinking. 'What's wrong with me? Why didn't I tell anyone? Why me?' That last question he asked himself often for less important reasons but it seemed to have taken on a whole new meaning. Carefully he washed his body, removing the rest of the dried blood, careful not to remove the scabs that had formed.

Stepping out of the shower Danny bandaged his arms and taped up his chest before drifting back to his room knowing that he would have to be up in less than an hour to make breakfast for his father. He lay there till his alarm went off trying to think up a lie that would be suffice should any body ask about his long sleeve shirt. The pants were ok but it was still getting as hot as 80 degrees during the day.

Danny stood at the stove making his fathers breakfast still trying to come up with some good excuses. He was so preoccupied that the bacon began to get a little crispier than his father liked it. Quickly he scooped it out and tried to hide the bacon by covering everything with syrup just like his father liked his breakfast.

"Here is your breakfast, Master." Danny said, placing the food in front of his father. Then he bowed before settling down on the floor till breakfast was finished.

"Slave," Jack whispered, "Stand up" Danny knew what was coming, standing up slow with his mask in place. "You burnt the bacon, didn't you?" Jack stated, loving the look of fear in his slaves eyes as he worked up the courage to answer him. "Yes sir, I'm sorry Sir." Danny replied, head bowed, unseeing eyes pointed towards the ground. "You know what this means. I'm sure you will remember not to burn it again." Jack told Danny as he dragged him to the stove, turning on the front burner. When the coils were cherry red, Jack grabbed Danny's already bandaged arm, unwrapped a small section and place it against the stove.

Wanting to hear him scream, Jack held his arm there for 15 seconds before Danny screams filled the house, bouncing off the sound proof walls. When Jack released him Danny's arm was shinning with blisters already, the pounding unbearable.

The smell of burnt flesh and hair filled Danny's nostrils causing what little food that still remained in his stomach to come back up. Thankfully he was right by the sink so he wouldn't have to clean it up.

"Clean yourself up and get to school. And remember, not a word to anybody." Jacks laughter followed Danny up to the bathroom where he applied some of his mother's burn ointment. With a little luck the blisters wouldn't burst. Carefully he bandaged his arm again and splashed cold water on his bruise face.

Grabbing his backpack and gently putting it on, Danny headed for school unaware that Quan would be waiting with a very unpleasant surprise.

When he arrived at school he was grabbed by one of the name less football player and dragged to the broom closet. Quan was there waiting and laughed when he saw Danny's bruised face. "Well looks like Fentonia has been punished enough for the moment." Quan laughed as he shoved Danny into the closet and locked the door. Danny sat there for an hour before the janitor opened the door. "Thanks." Was all that the janitor heard as Danny rushed to get to the end of first period, if only to turn in his home work.

Sixth period was there in no time, and Danny's chest and arms were killing him. "Well, what are you waiting for, you know your assignment." Was all the instruction that Lancer gave the class. "Come on Fenton. It's your turn today." Dash reminded him. "My name is Daniel Elliot Fenton and I would prefer to be called Danny, not Fenton." Danny began spitting out his last name like it was some nasty disease. "My mother is currently doing research in Japan about space technology. Jazz is in London, I have no clue what she is studying, just that she has this wonderful boyfriend that she wont stop talking about." Danny ended.

Dash sat there for a moment waiting for Danny to continue. When he realized that was all he was going to say he asked a question. "What about your father?" Dash watched as Danny flinched at the mention of his father. "What about him?" Danny replied stiffly. "Well, what about his job, anything." Dash asked getting annoyed.

After a brief contemplation Danny answered. "He's been developing some new 'toys' to experiment with." Danny's voice devoid of all emotion. "What kind of toys?" Dash asked, not sure why he wanted to know. "You know things that will… make him happy." Danny whispered, gulping at the thought.

Dash stared at him before opening his mouth again. "Where do you fit into there life?" meaning his families busy schedule. "I Don't. I am only here to be my fathers pu…" Danny sopped abruptly, realizing what he almost told his worst enemy. "Your fathers what?" Dash asked not letting the way Danny referred to his dad slip past unnoticed. The bell rang and Danny stood to make a run for the gm, only to have his wrist grabbed by Dash who wanted an answer.

The reaction was totally unexpected. Danny yelped from pain and fear at being grabbed. Dash released him so fast that Danny ended up on the floor, much to everyone amusement. "Fenton! Baxter!" Lancer yelled about the laughter, "detention after school for 1 hour."

No one was close enough to hear Danny whimper at the thought of what his father was going to do when he wasn't home to make his dinner. Nobody but Dash, who leaned over to help pull Danny to his feet. Once he was up he was out the door like a shot.

next update will be with in a week. A new story soon.