I told myself i wouldn't write a new fic unless i finish at least one im writing right now but this came up right after i finished Mysterious Stranger. it started off as a drabble but i couldn't stop, more ideas came flooding in.

I used my own relationship with my own father to help in, how do we say this...im not very close to him. lol. Dawn might not come in until chapter one or two. i haven't decided.

Sorry if its short. i don't want to spoil everything at once and plus its a prologue, their meant to stay short right?

~midnight

The Dark, the Light

Prologue: My pain is only an imagination in your eyes

All I wanted was his respect. Is too much for someone like me to ask for?

"Paul." The way he pronounced my name, it was full of disgust but I didn't expect any less of him. "Let's re-from the red chain." He placed his hands under his chin. I continued to sit right in front of him. Refusing to reply. "This time I won't fail!" he laughed as he raised his arms into the air. His terrible voice echoed in small room. He eyes were filled with the ego to fulfil his dream of this new world he always spoke of. The guards quickly came in and took a hold of his arms. "Get off of me you fools! Don't you understand, my plan is unstoppable!"

"Idiot!" I slammed my hands onto the metal table as I stood up to him. "That's how you got into this mess. Daydreaming of this new world, the reason you want a new world is because you can't accept the one you're living in." I pushed the chair away from me, making it fall off its four legs and hit the metal surface. I turned my back to him and made my way out. Refusing to speak with him for any longer for that day.

He wasn't always like this, wait I take that back. He was always like this. An idiot.

"Finish for today Mr Hayden?" one of the guards greeted me. "How was your chat with him?" He asked.

"The usual." I closed the door behind me. I tightened my grip on the sliver push down handle. "Speaking nonsense." I looked up the guard. All of them wore the classic white formal uniform. Badges on the right side of their white shirt and even that classic European black police hat. Their shirts tucked into their black pants. Belt up. The usual formal stuff I was never into. "How long has he been like this?"

"As long as we could remember. Ever since he started the old group, Team Galactic." He replied. He wasn't the real up tight guards at the front. Staring at you like you just committed murder. Standing up straight twenty four seven and not speaking word to you. The guards back here were more laid back since this place wasn't the most pleasant place to hang out for hours to come or the most protected or watched.

"I will come back tomorrow." I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked right past him.

The halls in this place were dark and gloomy. The walls were made out of strong titanium and the bolts were fixed in tightly. The hanging lights swayed left to right and felt like they would crash on me any time soon. I could hear the others grumbling and swearing behind the walls. There were only a few guards around this place. And most of them would just sleep through their shift.

"Pathetic." I reached the door that would lead me out of this dump. I looked back at the last room in this depressing hallway. "And so is that man at the end of this disgusting place." I spat onto the floor with his name with disgust and opened the door and let myself out.

How could he wake up each morning not thinking what he has done to us? To the people he used to get to this 'red chain' to nearly open this new 'universe.' God, I hate him.

It was another rainy day. A perfect reflection on what I had been through earlier. The rain kept on falling onto me but I didn't care. I couldn't understand why the girls on the street screamed as they went through the rain with no umbrella and get wet. This is nothing if you compare what I have to go through now. I walked down the main path as cars drove pass me. I could hear one drive extremely fast and ran over a deep puddle and splash the remaining water onto my face. I could taste the dirt in my mouth and quickly spat it out. The lights of the tall buildings provided me light as I finally headed off the city footpath and to my usual road back home.

Small pokemon hid in the soggy old boxes on the side of the walls as I walked through the wet and soggy alleyway. I reached a wooden old pitchfork fence. As a child you would turn back, but not me. There was a small crack at the left side of the fence. I pulled off the old piece and made my way under it. My jacket gain a few tears as it collide with the sharps ends of the fence but it wasn't enough to bother me and stop.

I soon reach the usual muddy path that lead me straight home. The rain got heavier the more I walked down that path. My shoes fell into small muddy puddles making them covered in mud when I took my feet out of them. Teasing nearby neighbours would ride their bikes around this time. They always seem to know what time I would come back home. Many of them headed my way, ready for a collision but sadly they were too smart for that kind of stunt. They quickly turned to the left and splashed mud right into my face by their back wheel that they used to break and turn left passed me.

"Take that Galactic boy!" many of them called. I scraped the mud off my face and turned around to face them. I wasn't pleased.

"This is all your fault old man." I gritted my teeth and shook my head many times to get the mud out of my long lavender hair and continued my way back home.

Ever since he got caught everything changed. I hardly get a pokemon battle, I won't be able to walk into any store with scaring a family or two and everyone in my hometown disrespected me or my brother.

Lighting flashed across the night sky. The wind picked up and sending chills down my spine, making me feel terribly cold. My soaked up clothes made me feel even worse since every time the wind blew it would just keep getting colder and colder. My feet soon made their way up the front stairs and to the front door. I knocked on the door many times. But every knock felt so painful and just kept on getting weaker and weaker.

My brother, Reggie. His is the only family I have left. Family...I wished... I had... one.

It rain continued to fall heavy; I could hear it clash on the roof of the house and the shelter in front of the door. The wooden decks were soaked and the plants were full of drinking so much water. I was getting colder and more soaked the longer I stood there. I felt my legs tremble and soon collapse and fall down to the wooden deck. I back lay against the white front door.

"Where the hell is he?" I asked myself. I looked up as soon I heard that familiar engine sound a car would make. It was the family looking green sea van. The fog began to grow thicker quickly and I saw a shadow figure heading my way. The more he came closer the faster his footsteps became.

He dropped the shopping bags on the decks right near the door in a rush and kneeled down by my side. My head felt heavy and I was getting tried rather quickly. I looked up and saw it was Reggie, calling out my name but each call just got weaker and weaker. Fading into existence. He shook me by the shoulder but my body was going numb. I looked on his face and saw water running down his cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was the rain that did that or he was actually crying for me. He was crying because he cared for me.

Well that's a first for me.

I closed my eyes and began to drift to sleep. I felt so tried, every part of my body felt so painful. My wounds came back every time my mind wandered off to my past. I could feel my older brother carry me somehow and place me somewhere soft. Where it didn't hurt. Where it wasn't so painful to be. My past. It's just a blurry memory now.

It's so faded out and so blurry that there is nothing left of it. Nothing.

End of the Prologue