Ultimate Evil

ONE OF THE COADMINS FOR PHANTOM ASYLUM Dan Phantom; the epitome of everything you could ever think of fearing. I am more powerful and more ruthless than anything you've ever encountered, but I've been...temporarily detained. Temporarily, being the key word. Once I free myself, I will bring down this world and every wold attached to it. It's only a matter of time.

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Of Cats and Mice @Sammy

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Samantha was frozen as he leaned close to her, his breath hot on her ear as he pulled each word out from the depths of his twisted mind. She tried not to linger on them too much, instead concentrating on controlling her heart rate. She didn’t like him being this close, and he often invaded her personal space. It was annoying and she wished he’d learn.

He never would, though, so she learned instead to suffer through it. Still, the quickened heart rate was never fun. She hated when he pulled stunts like this, his little power plays that made him all the more cocky.

But she knew she had to one up him. She had to stay on top and make sure he knew it. So when he was about finished his impressive little speech and drew back from her to watch her reaction, she simply yawned. And not a fake yawn, either. This was a real yawn, brought on by her sleepless nights and maybe the fact that she’d stopped breathing when he leaned in close. Yawning was one of the quickest ways to get oxygen to the brain, and it wasn’t always a reflex for how tired a person was. But it was timed perfectly to tick off the brute before her.

“Are you quite done?” She asked, letting her tone grow bored. “I’d like to collect my book again and go back to my room.”

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Dan’s expression went from a cold mask of calculated anger to all out fury as she yawns, brushing off his threats like little more than a few badly placed puns. Oh she was asking for it. Did she want him to tear her apart? To grab that defiant jaw of hers and tilt her head up to force her to meet his furious eyes and force his lips on hers? Wait—what?!

He shakes his head, backing away from her and trying to clear his head. He couldn’t keep letting his thoughts wander like that, especially when facing her. She wasn’t much of a threat physically, but that little remote in her hand created one hell of a problem. Dan had become far too attracted to someone with that much power over him. Attraction made him weaker, and it made him hesitate. If he wasn’t so attracted to her, she would be begging for her life right now.

But instead he stood in front of her, internally battling with himself as he stared down at her before letting out a frustrated noise and turning from her. “Get your fucking book.” He hisses back at her over his shoulder, “And don’t you dare show such blatant disregard towards my anger again. I am letting you off easy this time—this one time. But there will not be a second. They will be scraping you off the floor when I’m done with you if you dare try that again.” He had no interest in really letting her off easy, but he needed her off her guard. If he could catch her off guard and get that remote from her, he’d finally have the upper hand once again.

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Of Cats and Mice @Sammy

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“Yes.” She murmured, glancing up at him over the pages of her book. “It was necessary, because you need to be taken down a few notches.” She settled further into her chair, continuing to read. She knew he wouldn’t go away; knew he was going to stay here and bother her until she herself left. But Samantha was determined to read her book in this exact chair, and one little ghost wasn’t going to change that. “You don’t own this place, you know. But act as dominate as you want, it won’t change anything.”

She continued to read, listening for any more moves he’d make carefully. She had to be alert, at least a little, when he was around. He was too dangerous to be at ease with, and he was too quick to take for granted. It was hard, and sometimes at night, as she drank herself into a stupor she’d curse him and whatever Powers that Be that put her as his therapist.

If only the drinking would actually kill her, then she wouldn’t have to deal with this renegade ghost and his fucking attitude problem. She’d choke on her vomit or she’d die of kidney or liver failure and everything would be great. She wouldn’t have to worry about this stupid place anymore.

But… there were also things to live for, as few as they were. And that’s why she made sure never to go over that edge. She fought the voice that wanted her to take it one step further. Dan Phantom was one of the reasons she wanted to take it further, and also one of the reasons she wouldn’t. She wanted to see if she could actually get anywhere with his case. 

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“Act. Act dominant?” Dan hisses under his breath, pushing himself up in one quick motion, “You think this is some kind of act?” He snarls, stalking back across the room and ripping the book from her grip, tossing it over his shoulder, “I am dominant here. I may be your prisoner, but I am dominant. At the end of the day you are a pathetic, weak—” He leans closer slowly with each adjective, speaking through gritted teeth, “insignificant, headstrong human. I could crush you.”

He braces his hands on each of the chair arms, tilting his head to growl into her ear, “It’d be easy. Like crushing a toothpick.” He practically purrs after the threat, “I am not crazy. I am strong, and I have power. You humans fear power, so you lock me up here. To try and keep yourselves safe. You are all fools.” Dan pulls away once again, but only by a fractional amount, his molten red eyes boring into hers and his breath hot on her skin, “And you will all pay for your insolence.”

Threats were where he excelled. He had practically mastered the art of them years ago, and the skilled had served him well these past couple of years—well, served him well everywhere but here. But he could still draw that shiver of fear from her that he relished so much, and that was enough to make another shock worth it if she decided to punish him for his bad behavior.

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Of Cats and Mice @Sammy

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Samantha glared at him. He’d just implied that she was fat. She was nothing of the sort. But, she would not let it get too out of hand. She took her time, uncrossing her legs and standing up. She ran a hand along her pencil skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles from sitting down before adjusting it slightly so it sat right on her hips.

She walked across the room, passing him as she did and not saying anything. Not doing anything. Reaching her book, she bent to pick it up, smoothing the pages and tucking it securely in the crook of one arm. Turning on a heel, she walked back passed him, making sure she was nothing but calm before using the book as a paddle to hit him across the back of the head, as hard as she could.

She would not tolerate such behavior from a patient. Especially not this patient. She didn’t have any tolerance for the games he liked to play, and she wasn’t going to start taking his shit now. She sauntered back over to her chair, sitting down in it and opening the book and finding her page.

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It’s not that the hit had really hurt him, it was really just a minor inconvenience at this point, but the fact that she had actually had the guts to hit him was enough to make him freeze in fury. Everything about her infuriated him. Every move she made, every breath she took, every bat of her lash and every single step she took made him want to strangle the very life out of the woman. But the same things that made him absolutely loathe her were some of the same things that made him want to slam her against the wall and make her scream for him.

Sammy was both a source of infinite frustration and sexual fantasies all wrapped up into one irritating package. He turns his head to watch her settle back in her seat, her hips swaying as she turned and sat in her chair, one deliciously long leg crossing over the other. She was already back to reading her book, paying him absolutely no mind as he devoured her with his eyes, moving up from her legs and up to her chest, sending a silent thank you to her for having her jacket open. God, does she have one hell of a rack. He thinks to himself, nearly drooling as he lets his mind wander.

Wait. Dan pauses in his train of thought, She’s disrespecting you. Correct her. He clears his throat, easing into a glare. “Was the hit with the book really necessary?”

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Of Cats and Mice @Sammy

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Samantha barely had time to register the word she was reading when the book was yanked from her hands and flung into the nearest window. Such a shame, it was such a good book. She let her eyes linger on it for a second, wondering how long it would take her to find her spot again before she suddenly snapped back to Dan.

His fist was coming straight for her and she knew she didn’t have long to react. He could break every bone in her body, and she knew that. She quickly grabbed the remote she carried and pressed the button, letting the collar electrocute the ghost in front of her.

With an outraged cry, Dan fell to his knees. Samantha looked down at him without a trace of emotion on her face. She didn’t care about how much power he flaunted, she wouldn’t be cowed by him. He made a fast recovery, as he always did, using the chair as a support to get back to his feet. He muttered a threat, his voice a hiss that she could barely catch.

A chill went down her spine, more instinctive fear than anything else. Sometimes that would happen. She was only human, and she worked with ghosts. She didn’t have control of her primal fears and the slight whispering in the back of her mind; especially when she was around the stronger ones, like Dan. She clenched her jaw slightly, fighting the feeling off. “Get me my book.” She said in a strong voice, her violet eyes never leaving his blood red ones.

Dan might be powerful, but she was in control. At least for now. And she wouldn’t stand for any sort of rebellion. “You shouldn’t have yanked it out of my grip; that was very rude, and I won’t have it.”

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Hell. No.

No.

She would not order him around. She could shock him and humiliate him, but he would not be commanded like a slave. He feels his sharp fangs grind together in fury at the command, wanting so badly to just blast the little bitch in front of him and kill her once and for all. The urge was so strong that the collar around his neck let out an angry beep, reminding him not to try to aggravate it further with trying to push the use of his powers.

“Well that’s too bad.” Dan responds, settling back on the couch, looking back at her, “Go get it yourself. You could use the exercise.” He props his feet up on the table in front of the couch, each arm splayed out across the back of the couch in a faux relaxed display as if he were having a leisurely chat with a friend.

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Of Cats and Mice @Sammy

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All that she’d wanted was to spend some of her spare time in the communal area and read a book. That was it. Of course she’d seen Dan lounging there when she’d gotten in, and she knew his dislike for her, but she wasn’t about to leave. She just wanted to get caught up in her reading.

He didn’t frighten her.

Sitting in the large chair she liked, behind the couch and a comfortable distance from both the nearest heater and the nearest lamp, she opened her book. She couldn’t tell if Dan chose not to hear her arrival, or if he’d dozed off. Either way, she was content to mind her own business. She was on break after all.

The slight squeak of the springs in the couch were her first warning that he’d noticed her. The quickened breathing and the angry huff that melted into an angry growl that followed were her second warning. “You.” His words were growled, the slight whistle indicating that his jaw was clenched too tightly.

Samantha continued to read her book, flipping the page as she listened to him with one ear. She wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest. He was all bark and no bite. He’d pulled similar fits of anger almost every time she entered his room. He hated her, and she was simply indifferent. He was her patient, and she wasn’t going to be bullied by him. Continuing to read, she listened as he let out his little speech, she could just imagine the triumph he must feel with each insult he let out. “Are you stupid or do you have a death wish? I’m in here, which means you can’t be in here. So scram, short stuff.”

With a shrug, Samantha uncrossed her legs before switching sides, recrossing them as if he wasn’t even there. This book was really good, she mused to herself, turning another page and ignoring Dan as he snorted and turned his back on her. He thought he was dominate. He thought he had all the power.

He was a cat with no claws, and she intended to show that to him. She would not abide by his threat, and she would not aggravate him by speaking to him.

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At the absolute silence he looks back to her, letting an angry huff of air out as he leans over her. Ignoring him? She dared to ignore him? Perhaps she really did have a death wish. Nobody, especially not a woman, had ever dared to ignore someone like him. No one had ever dared to treat him like a child that was throwing a petty tantrum. But if she was going to treat him like a child, he would act like one.

Reaching down and snatching her book from her, he throws it across the room where it slams into one of the barred windows with a quick crack of the spine hitting the glass between the bars. He clenches a fist, reeling it back to remind her of why exactly she should fear him when he feels the sharp prongs in his collar dig into the skin of his neck, a small click sending a bolt of energy through him. Too late he sees the remote in her hand, her thumb over the button and as the electricity from the collar surges through him he feels his legs give out beneath him, bringing him to his knees in front of her.

Dan was practically humiliated with this show of subservience to Sammy, ragged pants leaving his mouth as he recovered from the shock. He was no stranger to pain, but no matter how many times he was shocked, it was always as breathtakingly painful as the first time he’d been subjected to it. He looks up at her, bracing his hands against the arms of the chair to try and push himself back to her feet. “One day you won’t have that button, Sammy.” He says in a dangerous whisper as he stands, “And on that day, I will get you, and I will end you. In the most painful way beyond your imagination.”

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Of Cats and Mice @Sammy

The communal areas of the Asylum were one of his definite favorite places. They had comfortable enough couches that were long enough for him to lounge comfortably on, and when he turned up in the communal room, everyone usually had enough sense to leave him alone. Since there wasn’t a TV, radio or anything particularly interesting, though, he really didn’t have much to do besides stare at the decaying ceiling and plot.

He tugged at the collar around his neck, feeling it hum under his calloused turquoise fingers. The blasted thing was a constant reminder of how they locked his own powers from him like they were wrong. Like he should be ashamed of them. It absolutely infuriated him, and every time he felt it around his neck, he could feel the constant pressure of rage in his core grow all the more unbearably violent. His ears twitch ever so slightly at the sound of quiet breathing and he focuses on the subtle noise, tuning in to hear a steady heartbeat.

Someone was in the communal area while he was in it. This was entirely unacceptable.

Dan pushes himself up on elbows on the couch, looking over the top of the couch and narrowing his crimson eyes at the intruder, a feral growl clawing its way up his throat. “You.” He hisses, sitting up entirely and standing, rounding the couch to come closer to her, “Are you stupid or do you have a death wish? I’m in here, which means you can’t be in here. So scram, short stuff.” He snorts indignantly, turning his back to the therapist, expecting to hear the click of her heels walking off.