The Marked Feraligatr

Rated: M for Violence, Death, Self-injury Etc.

A/N- I had this idea floating around in my head and I thought I'd upload it. I don't know if there are any stories out similar to this one so if there are, I'm not copying! I promise!

Also, I don't own Pokemon, I am just a fan of it.

Chapter 1- Prologue

"We don't ask for much, Miss Kotone. We just want the best for Lyra. Honest." A frigid doctor spewed out, holding Lyra's shoulder in a menacing manner. Lyra's pupils shrunk in utter terror. It was only a few days after the terrible night and they were 'ready' to make Lyra 'better'. Lyra gulped as she glowered around the place.

The white walls reflected all the light from the cheap ceiling lights causing a pale white hue to ghost everything. The floor was dulled and scuffed up with the shoe marks from patients, or victims, – Lyra really couldn't see a difference in the words. Lyra focused her attention on a mirror hanging over a sink – and felt her eyes strain – she looked so different her brain literally couldn't handle it. Her hair stuck to her face, caked and matted with dirt despite all the baths she had had. Her eyes were dull and had no sign of life as if she was dead. Her skin was pale – oh so pale. It looked like she never had experienced the warming rays of the sun. She raised her hands to her face and went hysteric. The doctor gripped onto Lyra's shoulder tighter while her mom bit her lip and gazed down at the floor.

"M-m-om," Lyra choked out with tears abating down her face. Lyra could feel the malice surging through the man's hand. Lyra grimaced as he tightened his hold on her – as if he was telling her that she was to be submissive and endure every treatment, even if it caused horrible side effects. She didn't want to feel the pain – not from the treatments nor from her scars.

Her fresh scars ached whenever she felt or caught a glimpse of them – and it wasn't because her skin was still damaged. The pain radiated from her memory – as if she was there right now, reliving the whole damn thing.

Lyra turned her tearful gaze to her mom and started to weep – only for her own mother to reject her silent pleas and look away. Lyra felt herself be lifted and thrown over the shoulders of a bulky orderly. Lyra started to fight against the orderly. She didn't want to be here. They hurt her – always jabbing her with needles, twisting and contorting her body in movements that made her body ache for days.

She just wanted to go home and live her life to the best of her abilities.

"Lyra! Stop fighting! We're here to help!" The Doctor screamed. A nurse ran into the room and stuck a needle into Lyra's arm, injecting her with a heavy sedative. Lyra started to howl and scratch at her arm.

Lyra woke up screaming. She started to claw at her arm, screaming louder and louder as she tore her skin apart, desperately trying to remove the 'needle' in her arm. She felt her own blood start to trickle down her arm and hand – but she didn't care. She just wanted the needle gone and to go home. Seconds later, her mom burst through the door.

"Lyra! Lyra! Stop it! You're fine! You're just having a bad dream!" Her mom shouted, grasping Lyra by her shoulders. Lyra howled in pain, jerking violently. Lyra's mom slapped Lyra across the face, trying to knock some sense into her. Lyra's eyes dilated – and she started to thrash around. Lyra's mom grabbed Lyra's hands and started to force them away from her arm. She kept losing her grip due to the blood on Lyra's arm. Lyra's mom glanced around the room, looking for something she could use to stop the bleeding or at least clean up her arm. After a few seconds, she didn't see anything and stared straight into Lyra's arms.

"Don't move. Don't move!" Lyra's mom screamed, before racing out of the room. She ran so fast down the stairs she almost missed a few steps and fell. She ran into the bathroom, throwing the medicine cabinet open and threw unnecessary pills and meds out of her way. She found the emergency kit and hastily grabbed the bandages in there. Leaving the bathroom a mess, she raced back upstairs and stormed into Lyra's room – and Lyra was sitting on the floor, holding her head crying out in pain.

"Mommy… Mommy… H-Help me!" Lyra screamed, pulling and tugging at her hair. Lyra's mom dropped down to her side and gently grabbed Lyra's arm and started to bandage her up. Lyra started to cry silently. She just wanted to be left alone – but she desperately wanted her mom and her 'best-friend'. With her uninjured hand, she reached and grabbed her day bag and grabbed out something she hadn't used in a while.

A pokeball. She rolled it in her hand, letting the cool surface of the ball make contact with some blood. She clicked the button, allowing the Pokémon inside to come out. A large red-colored figured appeared and after a few seconds a large Feraligatr, with a scar on its jaw appeared. The scar stuck out the most to Lyra. It seemed to radiate with a pale yellow hue from the gentle lighting provided by the moon. Lyra's breathing hitched the more she thought about the scar.

Her Feraligatr earned the scar by protecting her from a malicious man.

Three Years ago, Lyra was returning from Cherrygrove and heading back home after a football game. She was only twelve years old – but the path she was taking no one usually took and she had her Pokémon. She thought she would be perfectly fine. She thought she would go home, sleep peacefully and wake up the next day in time to go to school.

She thought wrong. On her way home, an older man stopped her asking for directions to Cherrygrove. Lyra thought nothing of it and pointed the man into the right direction – and then that's when it happened. The man forced Lyra onto the ground and pulled out a knife. He covered her mouth with one hand, and licked the knife with his tongue. She slowly placed the knife on Lyra's inner thigh on her left leg – and he dug the knife in deep. He slowly pulled the knife out and then cut straight up her thigh, two inches deep and four inches long.

Lyra screamed in agony and pain as he started rubbing dirt and grime in her wounds, laughing and carrying on. He kept chanting words she didn't understand and kept licking the knife, even after her blood was on the knife. She felt woozy watching the man lap up her blood like a thirsty dog. He started to do small cuts all over her arms and legs, laughing the whole time. He stabbed her deeply in her thigh, and then moved the knife to her neck.

"You've been my favorite so far, Lyra. Too bad this is the end!" The man sadistically said, making small cuts on her neck. Lyra wanted to scream and frail even more but she didn't because she was afraid he'd cut her throat and she'd be left to bleed out and die. Lyra's eyes dilated as she slowly started cutting across her neck.

"Goodbye, Lyr-" Was all the man got out before the growl of a Feraligatr took his attention. The man turned and was greeted by a powerful blast of water. He was blown off of Lyra and was stuck on the ground. Lyra, with her body in so much pain, struggled to move and sit up while her Feraligatr started attacking the man. The man, still holding his knife, stabbed her Feraligatr in the jaw, pulling and tearing through tissue. Her Feraligatr yelped, letting loose of the man by accident. The man charged straight for Lyra, holding his knife in front of him. Lyra sat in utter terror waiting for the knife to impale and kill her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the end – but it never came. She heard a large 'snapping' noise and opened her eyes. Not even a foot away, the man was stopped dead in his tracks. Literally. His body was slumped over, kneeling on the ground – and his head was missing. Lyra watched as his body fell over, spewing fresh blood and torn tissue onto the ground. Lyra screamed and backed up. Lyra heard someone chewing and looked around and that's when she saw it.

Her Feraligatr was happily munching on the man's head. Brain matter and blooded trickled from its mouth, The Feraligatr kept slurping and sucking on the man's head, as if it were a piece of candy. The whole time Lyra kept screaming, begging and pleading for help. She didn't feel safe at all – she was damaged and hurt. Now her Feraligatr was eating a man. She couldn't take it. She started to wail and cry, unable to stop herself.

Her Feraligatr glanced around looking for anymore threats – and when he deemed it safe, he sat right next to Lyra and tried to nuzzle against her. Lyra screamed and pushed her Feraligatr away.

The poor thing didn't realize all the damage he did.

Lyra had witnessed her own Pokémon kill another human – where was her innocence now? She kept replaying the event in her head and her brain started to derail. She couldn't fathom why this happened to her – she was just a happy-go-lucky girl. She did well in school, did her chores and was nice to everyone. Why was this happening to her? She kept wailing and crying until Officer Jenny found her.

Officer Jenny was on patrol when she found Lyra, broken and beaten. She called her mom and raced Lyra to the hospital. Once there, she was taken to the emergency room – and that's where it began to get worse. Lyra kept touching her scars and kept screaming in agony. Her mental stability was fading fast – the onset of panic attacks and paranoia changed her quickly. She kept quiet around her friends, saying they were going to attack her too.

Everyone she knew and loved – she saw them as potential threats and refuse any contact with them for two weeks straight. During this time, nasty rumors started saying she did this on her own – that she was trying to commit suicide. Her classmates started mocking her and calling her insane. Her teachers all lost their interest in here because they didn't want to put anymore more effort in one kid than they legally had too. Everyone started to view her as an insane person – not the victim of a horrible crime.

However, one person was still on her good side – Ethan. He was her best friend and as soon as he found out about the attack, he raced to the hospital to support her – and he couldn't help but cry when he saw Lyra. Her everlasting smile was gone. Her emerald eyes had faded into a dull, lifeless green full of pain and fear. Her brown hair was tattered and seemed dirty even though she had taken multiple baths. She was no longer the Lyra he grew up knowing – she was an empty shell of what she used to be.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't be there for her. He would hold her hand as she cried herself into hysteria. She would be talking to the voice in her head and he'd be there to help her ease through the conversation and hopefully forget about the stupid, nonexistent voice. He'd get her the help she needed when all the nurses were hesitant of assisting her. He'd go home and cook her meals, bringing them in all by himself three times a day.

He was the only one there for here. He was her best friend and he had set a goal. To see her everlasting smile reappear. He tried his best to make her smile. When she was released from the hospital, he even took her to the amusement park.

Ethan was the only person who made her feel sane.

Lyra also lost her father because of the incident. He was away when the attack had happened and Lyra's mother couldn't contact him. When he got home a few days later, he was disgusted at the sight of his precious daughter. He blamed the whole thing on his wife. How dare she let their daughter experience such pain. He left late one night not telling anyone and her mother started to cave.

Lyra's mom started going out and staying out late. She'd come back wasted and scream at Lyra at how everything was her fault. Lyra would just sit there holding her hands together wishing that she was never born. She didn't want to be the cause of her mother's unhappiness.

Lyra would go out of her way to stay out of the house and out of her mother's way. She'd go out to the woods and just sit there till the moon came out. When she got back home, she'd quickly eat something, and then go to bed without saying a word to her mother. She didn't want anyone to feel like her.

She was miserable and no one wanted to help her but Ethan. The doctors kept prescribing higher dosages of meds every time she would act out. Her mom sat in self-pity. Other adults loathed her presence and ever her teachers stopped talking to her.

It had been three years since the whole event and she had only gotten a little bit better. She recently started using her Pokémon. Her Furret was excited and full of energy when Lyra had released her from her pokeball. The rest of her Pokémon were also excited but were bewildered at how much she changed. Her Feraligatr was the only one who sat in silence.

She had also recently turned fifteen and was still having nightmares about the whole thing. She'd wake up and start to injure herself. One time, she ended up hurting her mom. Her mom had to drive herself all the way to the hospital because Lyra had impaled her arm with a pencil.

Lyra was trying her best to get better but with the little support, she was falling hard. She had only her best friend Ethan and her Pokémon that she had abandon for a whole three years now.

End of Chapter 1

A/N – So this is the new intro! The first one was only like 1k words and rather short and straight to the point. I feel like I needed to flesh the story out a bit more so here it is! I hope you all like it and if you've read the story before I've updated, could you tell me if you like this one better? I'd greatly appreciated it! Anyways, have an amazing day!