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Depths	By : Chickzilla18 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Mortality
- 2-Fishing
- 3-Feed
- 4-Tough Love
- 5-Depths
- 6-Desperation
- 7-Deep Trouble
- 8-Virtually Proven
- 9-Troubled Intentions
- 10-Paradise Lost
- 11-Place in Hell
- 12-Stronger
- 13-Sacrafice
- 14-Face
- 15-Void
- 16-New
- 17-Student
- 18-Heat
- 19-Firework
- 20-Christmas
- 21-Ugly
- 22-Hysterics
- 23-Record
- 24-Visitor
- 25-Beat
- 26-Rights
- 27-Feel It
- 28-Hurt
- 29-Red Hands
- 30-Tempt
- 31-Poison
- 32-Law
- 33-Splash
- 34-Wet
- 9
- 10
- 11
I'm from southern Texas and have a heavy southern accent, so read the following message in a southern accent. It's just better that way.
Congradu-fucking-lations
You are now two thirds the way there to the first signs of smut.
Oof it's gonna be a good ride.
...
Sam and Tucker were watching the monitors with their own headsets on, Maddie Fenton still didn't know that Tucker was using equipment that had sticky notes attached to it, but what she didn't know would hurt no one. He was not going to wash down his expertise just to make Maddie Fenton happy, he was there to find Danny and he would not allow the lack of permission to keep him from putting everything he had into finding his best friend
Currently, Tucker was in the process of turning on all the monitors while typing away on each of the five different keyboards. Allowing the two to be able to see what The Fenton's- plus Vlad- are seeing, and what they are not seeing, while they are in the sub. It was routine now; starting up all the computers and booting the radars every day after school. The Fenton's were always out looking for Danny by the time they got into the house and down to the basement, and this was the first thing that Tucker always did. He had done it so many times now almost every single day that he lost track of how much data he had eaten.
Tucker sat in front of five different monitors and watched resourcefully, careful not to give any indication to Maddie or Jack that he was using the equipment he wasn't permitted to. He was rational with his language, and sure to leave out anything that he can see from the equipment with the sticky notes.
Sam sat with a bowl of steamed rice with bell pepper and spinach stir fry as they watched the monitors together, answering questions anyone in the sub were to ask. She had offered Tucker some, but being the meat consumer that he is, he was passionate about ignoring vegetables.
Vlad's team consisted of 20 very arrogant professionals ranging from ages 30-49, and though neither Sam or Tucker liked Vlad at all and continued to question the man's true intentions and motives, they had to appreciate the help. They now had better equipment, a better submarine, and they now had dozens of people working to find Danny, the two couldn't be more grateful.
Tucker watched the heat signatures of the scuba divers that the radar recognized as humans, they could see how far each of them were from the sub as they swam down to the deeper parts the sub had never been able to look through.
"Dive successful, operation Daniel Fenton ago." the leader of the team said into the monitor. Tucker had only briefly met the guy, and he had to be the biggest and dumbest ass in America.
"Tucker, do you have all 20 divers electrical signature on the monitor?" Jazz asked as she adjusted the temperature of each of their suites, protecting them from freezing. The team of 20 men was split up into five smaller teams, so they could cover more ground quicker.
"I see them," Tucker answered, he had been given the task of tracking each of their suites, and if anything were to go wrong he was to hack their electrical circuits and send commands to the suite to evacuate the premises.
Jazz nodded though she knew, or thought, that Tucker couldn't see it and monitored the diver's heart rates and body temperatures. "Agent M, you're moving too fast," she said into the agent's earpiece when she caught the elevated heart rate, "Your heart rate is spiking up and your temperature is rising. Slow down, partner."
"Copy," the African and bulky male said.
"Does anyone see anything yet?" Maddie asked, hopefully of a lead. They couldn't see any of the divers any more, they had all disappeared behind the rocks and the sub couldn't go any deeper without risking a wreck.
"Negative," the Fenton's were severely disappointed, however, the search had just started and there was still hope.
"I'm not sure I like a whole team of people being down there without much protection." Maddie started to worry.
"Have no fear Madeline, their suits are state of the art and offer more protection then you could even dream of. I trust those suites to go down there myself, but that's not my job." He assured her so confidently, that she actually believed him.
"I'm not picking up any sign of mermaids. Your safe at the moment but proceed with caution." Jack said.
"Hold on," everyone heard the change in the atmosphere immediately at the sudden halt. "my team is approaching a series of caves."
Tucker's eyebrows scrunched, not sure if the information was unexpected, it was an underwater cove, after all, thousands of species must have built the caves over time. However, he discretely hacked into team D's camera's and put their visual up on one of the monitors. Sam and Tucker kept their mouth shut but continued to watch as the small team of four men got closer and shined their flashlights down.
"It looks like a beehive, there are so many entrances. I'm not sure we will be able to explore all of them before the tanks run out of oxygen."
"Just make sure you mark the ones that you do search, we don't want to waste time," Vlad said to his team member.
"Agent O," Maddie warned the leader of team D, "I am not positive that your signature will remain in the range of the sub if you go farther then 40 meters down."
"Don't worry, it can't possibly be that deep," Vlad assured her, attempting to express a comforting smirk while putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked more irritated in his attempt at comfort than actually comforted.
Jack rolled his eyes, holding back his desire to beat Vlad to a pulp. That was still his wife, and the least Vlad could do was stop pretending like everything was fine between them.
He let it go because that was exactly what they were supposed to be doing, for the kid's sake.
"My team is going down, preparing for the drop in temperature." The static voice on the Fenton phone drew Jack's attention back to what was important.
"Roger that," Jazz said as she slowly adjusted the temperature in their suites again.
Tucker continued watching from their suites visual feed, in awe at the number of underwater caves in just one tunnel. How many mermaids live there? There were so many caves.
"It just goes on and on, there are dozens of other cave entrances down here, I don't know where to start."
Suddenly something started beeping rapidly on one of Tucker's monitors. It had the teen shooting up to look closer at the screen where dozens of red dots could be seen within a ten-foot radius of the divers.
The sheer amount of panic hit Tucker like a wrecking ball, it had him frozen as he stared at how many mermaids there were seemingly out of nowhere.
It may be too late for team D...
"Tucker!" Sam shoved Tucker towards the microphone. The African male snapped out of it and quickly started shouting orders at the people in the sub and the divers.
"Maday," he said in a panic as he started hacking into the diver's suites. "Team D, there are mermaids all around you, you are completely surrounded double back and return to the sub as fast as possible."
Access denied.
Tucker growled at the monitor that refused to give him access to the diver's equipment controls, "Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, call back all divers, call back all divers, they are all in danger. The mermaids are coming in all directions, they popped out of nowhere and they are closing in quickly."
Jack and Maddie were shocked into action, not expecting this dramatic turn of events. They should have been more prepared for this.
"Team A. Team B. Team C. Team D. Team E." Jack said into his Fenton phone as he started trying to get a visual of the diver's surroundings, 'why didn't I do this before?' he cursed himself. "Abort mission, return to the sub. I repeat abort the mission."
Access denied.
"Fuck!" Tucker had never been much of a curser, but now with more than a dozen people in danger of getting swarmed and eaten where they swam, he couldn't imagine any sentence coming out of his mouth without a bit of the F-bomb or damning everything to hell.
"Get them out of there Tucker!" Sam shouted as more monitor alarms went off and she watched as more and more red dots got closer to the divers.
"I'm trying!" Tucker could hear screams from the divers in team D, as well as heavy breaths and petrified curses from the other divers in the team, but they were quickly surrounded by the number of bloodthirsty mermaids.
Access denied.
"Tucker? What are you doing?" Jazz asked as she prepared to open the entrance to the sub.
Jack and Maddie could see the chaos from where they sat behind the giant window of the sub. They saw the team frantically trying to swim towards them as the amount of blood in the water increased by the second.
Screams for help and of pain would forever haunt their dreams, but Jack and Maddie didn't give up. There were still people alive in there, and they fired up the weapons to help as best as they could.
Vlad stood there in panic as he watched his entire team of what he thought were experts as they got torn apart by the most beautiful and most deadly creatures on the face of the Earth. He didn't know what to do, they were all supposed to be expert mermaid hunters, yet it was clear to him that all they really knew was how to feed their men to those spawns of hell.
Jack and Maddie were able to shoot a few of the mermaids, and Jazz opened the door for a couple of the divers that were able to make it back, but there were too many of them.
Access denied.
Tucker screamed in frustration as those damning bold red words covered the screen once again. How in the hell could he hack into government agencies but he couldn't hack some simple diver equipment?!
Vlad had had enough, he was done with this shit. He was done just standing there watching people die.
He shoved Jazz out of the way and shut the entrance door to the sub.
The redhead screamed in pain when she was thrown against a wall with protruding screw heads. "What are you doing?" She asked angrily and in shock.
But Vlad wasn't listening and before anyone else could react, he shoved Maddie out of her chair and took control of the sub, putting it in reverse and getting them out of there.
"What the hell are you doing, Vlad?!" Jack shouted at the terrified human. "There are still people alive back there!" He tried to get up and knock Vlad away from the controls, but Vlad made a sharp turn which threw everyone into the side of the sub.
"No, please don't leave u-!" The horrified screams of the people who were left behind were cut off, whether it was because they were now out of range, or if it was because they were suddenly torn into by the mermaids was unknown to everyone. But those last words were going to haunt the Fenton's and Danny's friends forever. They were just left behind to die. They were dead now. Gone forever. Alive one minute and under their care, under their responsibility, and dead the next.
It was enough to make Sam throw up.
Jack kept trying to get to Vlad, but he wouldn't let the burly man within five feet before he forced him into a wall with another sharp turn.
"What the hell are you doing Vlad?!" Tucker yelled losing contact with all of the divers. "That was your team! How could you just leave them there?"
Vlad didn't answer, just got them far enough away from the cove, and in shallow enough water that he felt safe enough to stop the sub.
Everyone in the sub was panting from exertion, panic, and anger.
Jack was the first to reach Vlad, and the 40 something-year-old father lifted the son of a rich coward up by the collar of his shirt and punched him square in the face. He released all the tension and repulsion he had for his ex-college friend and watched in satisfaction as he fell to the floor.
"You son of a bitch! I could kill you!" He lifted him up again and punched another blow across Vlad's eye. "They were still alive! We could have saved them!" Jack nearly beat Vlad's head in with his next punch, "you left them! You sent them down there and you left them!"
"Better them than us!" Vlad's pathetic remark caused Jack to start in on him even harder, beating the shit out his skinny rich ass. He couldn't hold back anymore, he was so angry he didn't know what to do, he only knew instinct told him it was all because of Vlad and the man deserved a very thorough beating.
Tucker had put his face in his crossed arms, resting them on the desk. His body shook and his eyes leaked from the loss of all those people, from the revolting behavior from Vlad, from the tortured screams as they were ripped apart...
Sam was in shock. Her thoughts are so jumbled and chaotic that she couldn't pinpoint exactly how she felt or what she was thinking. The only thing registering other than the way those people died, were the sounds of Jack beating Vlad up, her own heartbeat, and the sobs that were coming out of Tucker. One thought wouldn't escape from her though.
'Is that what Danny went through?'
...
It has been five months.
Five months Phantom had kept Danny, and already he could see the light disappearing from the boy's eyes.
His thoughts were coming less and less and the fire that was once burning bright in his soul was nearly extinguished. Danny almost resembled a shell that was left behind and forgotten, unimportant and living without a purpose.
It was so bad that lately, Phantom was having to force feed him, shoving the food in his mouth and forcing him to chew. In the beginning, Phantom hadn't cared whether the kid ate or not, whether he starved to death or not. Now here he was searching for better tasting food just so the kid would bother eating simply because he missed his old human food.
He remembered when he had found an apple floating around in the water, thrown away from a passing boat by a smaller child who apparently hated fruit. He had snatched it and taken it to Danny as an experiment.
He allowed the boy to have the sun time that he knew he cherished every other day, Phantom even enjoyed the deep calm the kid had when he was under the sun.
And that time he presented the raven with the juicy red apple while the boy sat tranquility under the heated rays of light, Danny had looked shocked as if he forgot that apples ever existed and took it gratefully, mumbling the "Thank you, master" that Phantom had trained him to say.
That was so long ago though. And now no matter what Phantom brought him, the raven wouldn't eat.
The only thoughts that entered the kid's mind were his family. How much he missed them and how he knew he would never see them again. The amount of depression he had was near physical and Phantom could almost feel it himself, and could almost taste it himself when he fed on Danny.
Why did Phantom care though? Why did it bother him so much? Why was it a physical blow to his gut every time he looked into Danny's eyes and saw the vacancy that wasn't there before?
The kid didn't even seem to care about his own life anymore. Besides the lack of eating, Danny didn't even care to drink the water that Phantom would bring him. He had to force him to drink that too, but he would often choke and enter a coughing fit.
Phantom could see that the boy's body was becoming more and more emaciated by the week. Bones were protruding from Danny's skin and Phantom could count his ribs one by one. No longer there was his flush and healthy beauty, no longer there was his drive to survive, no longer there was the passionate emotion that Phantom used to adore.
He's even tried purposely messing with him by licking his ear, or groping his ass just to get some form of reaction from him like there used to be. There was never anything, not even a growl.
It used to make Phantom angry, the lack of reaction was pathetic, and the lack of defiance was boring, insulting even. But now Phantom was less angry and more frustrated. He wanted Danny the way he used to be, that beautiful entertaining ball of energy that he used to be.
He was gone now. Nothing left but the reminder of who Danny was, just a distant memory of what the words Danny Fenton used to mean.
Phantom would have thought he would have enjoyed watching such a strong and passionate creature break at the seams, but all he was met with was a knot in his throat and no satisfaction.
Right now Danny was sitting quietly on the rock with the most tired and sad eyes he had ever seen, emptily staring up at the roof of the cave as the sun's light disappeared behind the horizon.
His parents had given up searching months ago after all those divers were eaten, they must have finally accepted that they would never see Danny again. He knew there was no chance of his parents ever finding him now, and he should be content with the knowledge, but all it did was leave a bitter taste in his mouth that he couldn't understand.
Phantom beckoned Danny to get back in the water, telling him the light had gone away and Phantom was getting tired. He was gentle with his words despite the fact that he grew increasingly frustrated with Danny every time he looked at the raven.
Danny didn't move, and Phantom wondered if he had even spoken out loud. It was unheard of for Danny to blatantly ignore him.
"Danny? I said it's time to go back down." He repeated, an ounce of irritation leaving along with his words.
But any and all malice that Phantom had at that moment was gone briefly and replaced with shock when two small words escaped his human's mouth.
"Kill me."
"What?" Phantom asked to make sure he heard him right.
"Please just fucking kill me."
Phantom shook his head and threw this off as petty whining, "Stop being ridiculous Danny and get in the water, it's time to go down."
Danny shot up from his laid back position and yanked on the jeweled cloth around Phantom neck forcing eye contact. It was the most emotion that Phantom had seen in his eyes in over a month, and though it was refreshing, he couldn't stand how desperate they looked. He told himself he didn't care, he didn't care that Danny was suffering.
"Kill me now! I wanna die, I want you to kill me, now." He bowed his head and Phantom heard the most tortured sob. The worst sound in the world at that moment was the sound of Danny's voice cracking just before he started crying. "Please, just kill me."
Phantom didn't know what to do. He could hear Danny's thoughts loud and clear. He missed his mom, missed his dad, missed his sisters and his friends, his old life before any of this happened. Danny wished more than anything in the world that he had never gone on the fishing trip with his dad, wished that he could go back and come up with any excuse to keep his father from planning the trip.
"It's obvious your never going to let me go, and I don't want to live like this anymore." Danny sobbed, his weak grip still on the decor on Phantom neck and face buried into the rock he perched on. "Please don't make me live like this." He begged.
"Shut up, you pathetic little worm." Phantom finally let a bit of his anger form into words, how could Danny allow himself to stoop to this level?
Perhaps the lack of water is killing off brain cells, perhaps he will actually drink some now, he thought to produce the water bottle that had been left forgotten on the side of the rock. "Here dumbass, just drink some water and get in here, I'm too tired for your shit."
"Fuck off!" Danny yelled, slapping the open water bottle out of Phantom's hands, it fell with a splash into the sea and was quickly contaminated by the dirty salty water.
"You idiot!" Phantom grabbed Danny by the hair and dragged him into the water, forcing the flailing and resistant limbs into his embrace.
Phantom leaned in to kiss the boy, giving up on trying to treat him well, but Danny moved his face away. Phantom growled impatiently, growing completely enraged with the stupid child's behavior.
He braced his arm around the kid so he couldn't move away and gripped his cursing jaw with his free hand, smacking their lips together.
Danny froze, and Phantom held still in confusion.
His confusion only grew when Danny's heart started beating steadily harder and faster, and any thought that had occupied the human's mind was completely erased and replaced by Phantom.
And then Danny kissed back, dragging his arms up Phantom's back up to his shoulders. The merman's eyes widened in shock at what he was forced to feel, nearly shivering in pleasure when Danny's nails dug into his skin and his lips molded sensually against his.
Phantom had always been the kisser with his victims, he had never been kissed in the thousands of years he had been alive. It was normal though, mermaids and mermen were never the receivers of that thing called affection. They were spawns of Hades, creatures of death, inside and out designed to kill the human race. They weren't capable of that thing called love, it was a myth to them.
To be kissed so passionately by this human who believed in love... Believed that he could not live without love... Believed that love was a part of who he was, who he wanted to be.
It was curious, and Phantom entertained it for a few minutes, closing his eyes and finding a strange sort of enjoyment from it.
But then his eyes shot open and he roughly broke the kiss. This was wrong. This was not supposed to happen. A human could not feel that way about a merman. He needed to put him in his place, remind him of who he was now. Remind him that he was in a place were things like love didn't exist in his world anymore.
A human could never fall in love with his kind.
Just like his kind could never fall in love with a human.
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