Warning: Very Dark themes this chapter. Rated M for a reason. I hope the other chapters will be happier. Giovanni is a horrible father. Poor Silvy. :(
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Pokemon franchise. The plot is all mine though.
"Sir, I have bad news. We have lost control of the Silph Co. building." Giovanni grimaced at the grunt's report. Since when had Team Rocket been so weak that one trainer was able to drive them out of Saffron City?
"I am quite disappointed in your failure. I shall inform you of the consequences when you have returned," Giovanni said into the phone. He hung up without waiting for a reply. "Grr… Spineless idiots!" he growled.
Giovanni heard a noise behind him. He turned around and saw his 7 year-old son Silver watching him, clutching a Mareep plushie. "What do you want," asked Giovanni, exasperated.
"I had a nightmare," the red head replied, "I'm scared Daddy." Giovanni looked over at the boy, and saw tears in his eyes. He glared.
"Scared? Fear is a weak emotion. If you want to be weak, then I'll give you something to be scared of!"
Giovanni strode over to his son and punched his face, knocking Silver to the ground. Silver whimpered in pain, but Giovanni didn't stop. He was determined to take out all his frustration over Team Rocket's failure on Silver. He stood over his son's prone form and kicked him, feeling a rib or two crack. Giovanni grinned with perverse pleasure and he kicked Silver again, this time breaking his arm. "Ahhh!" Silver screamed. Giovanni kicked him a couple more times, then walked over to stand beside Silver's head. He slowly brought his foot up and lowered it onto the red head's neck. Silver struggled with all his might as his air supply was cut off. Giovanni slowly pressed harder, choking him. Silver reached up with his unbroken arm and tried to pry the foot off his throat. His vision turned fuzzy and he was about to pass out when Giovanni lifted his foot. Silver gasped, trying to breathe again.
The Rocket Boss picked up Silver and tossed him onto the bed. If I'm gonna break him, I may as well do it properly. He smirked and pulled his shirt over his head. Giovanni then grabbed hold of Silver's shirt. Silver struggled, but was easily over powered by the larger man. Silver froze as Giovanni ran his hands over the boy's smooth skin, pausing at the waistline of his pants. Silver started struggling again. Giovanni reached over to the bedside table and picked up a knife, showing it to Silver. "See this boy? I'll kill you in an instant if you don't behave." Silver stopped moving and Giovanni continued to strip him. Then he removed his own clothes and got behind Silver.
Silver tensed as he felt Giovanni get behind him. He didn't know what Giovanni was doing; his 7 year-old mind had not been corrupted. Silver was completely unprepared when Giovanni thrust into him, ripping the skin and tender muscles around his hole. Silver screamed in agony as blood dripped onto the sheets beneath him. Giovanni thrust in and out of him, putting all the force he could behind it. Silver screamed until his vocal cords gave out and he could only gasp and sob. Giovanni thrust a couple more times, until cumming deep inside of Silver.
Giovanni smiled. He hadn't had this much fun in a long while. Then his phone rang again.
"Sir, the police have received a call tipping them off to your location. You need to flee immediately," one of his executives said. Giovanni hung up and grimaced. He hastily pulled his clothes back on and sounded the alert for all Team Rocket members to flee their base. Then he looked back over at Silver. The boy hadn't moved, although he was still conscious. Giovanni grabbed the knife he had threatened Silver with earlier and approached him.
"You shouldn't have been so weak. Now you will die a weakling's death," Giovanni said. He sliced into the skin of Silver's back, ripping a long bloody wound from his shoulder to his waist. He threw the helpless child against the wall and left him lying in a heap. "You will suffer a slow, painful torture before you finally succumb to blood loss. Enjoy your life, because it won't last much longer." Giovanni then walked out of the room without a second glance.
Silver struggled to remain conscious. He was in so much pain.
"Sne?" a voice said. Silver turned his head and saw his Sneasel.
"Sneasel, help me," Silver managed to choke out. He coughed and a good amount of blood poured out of his mouth. Silver collapsed in a shivering heap and silently begged for someone to rescue him. Sneasel didn't know what it could do, so it wrapped it's trainer in a blanket and stood watch, waiting for someone who could help.
Lance led the Elite Four and their trainees to an abandoned house in Mahogany Town. Until just a few moments ago, this had been one of Team Rocket's bases. Now it was completely abandoned. He addressed the others,
"Agatha, you and Karen patrol the perimeter. Will, Lorelei, you two check out the first floor. Bruno, Koga, second floor. I'll take the third. Inform everyone immediately if you find anything of interest. Good luck." They all proceeded to their assigned spots.
Lance sighed after closing the door on the fourth empty room he'd searched. It seemed like Team Rocket had left nothing behind. He opened another door, expecting to find nothing. Instead, to his shock, he found a Sneasel standing guard over a little boy who was lying in a pool of his own blood. Lance was shocked, but he instantly took action. He sent his Dragonair to go get the other Elite Four members. Then he walked over to the boy and his concerned Pokémon.
"Don't worry," he reassured them, "I'm not going to hurt him." The Sneasel stepped aside, allowing the Dragon Master to aid the boy.
Lance stooped down and examined the boy's wounds. He had suffered a brutal beating. Lance reached out to touch the boy's shoulder, but stopped when he saw the boy looking at him with fear in his eyes. Lance was shocked that the boy was still conscious.
"I'm going to help you. You don't have to worry." The boy blinked at him gratefully. Lance gently wrapped his arms around the boy and picked him up. The Sneasel ran over to a shelf, grabbed its Pokéball, and followed Lance out of the room.
Lance met the rest of the Elite Four climbing the stairs with his Dragonair. Before they could ask any questions, Lance showed them the boy he was carrying. Agatha, who was a kindly woman despite being a ghost-type trainer, rushed over.
"Oh no, the poor dear. What happened to him?" she asked Lance.
"I don't know," the Dragon Master replied, "But right now I need to get him to a hospital. You all wrap up here. We can continue our investigation another time." Agatha nodded, but the rest of the Elites just stood there, shocked and speechless. They couldn't believe even Team Rocket was capable of brutally beating a small boy within an inch of his life. They composed themselves quickly and went to finish exploring the base as Lance ran outside.
Lance called out his Dragonite and asked it to fly him to the Goldenrod City Hospital. Before Lance climbed onto his beloved Pokémon's back, Sneasel tugged on Lance's pant leg. He turned to look at the small dark ice type. It held up the Pokéball it carried and gave it to Lance.
"You want to come with us?" Lance asked. The Pokémon nodded and Lance returned it. He then got on Dragonite's back and flew toward Goldenrod.
It took Dragonite three minutes to fly from Mahogany Town to Goldenrod City. But Lance was worried that it may have been too much for the little boy. He rushed into the hospital and the nurse at the front desk immediately brought the boy into the ER. The doctors began operating, fighting to save his life. The nurse questioned Lance about how the boy ended up in the state he was in.
"What happened to him?" she asked.
"I don't know for sure. I found him at an abandoned Team Rocket base," Lance replied.
"What's his name?" the nurse questioned.
"I don't know. I've never seen him before in my life," he said.
The nurse asked a few more questions, and then left Lance alone in the waiting room. He sat down and sighed. I really hope the poor kid makes it. I've never met him before, but I feel responsible for him. Lance sighed again and waited for the doctors to bring him any news.
I feel bad about putting Silver through all this. Oh well, his life will improve.
Silver: *glares* I hate you.
Lance: What is the matter with you Random?
Be quiet you two or I'll just have a Tyranitar eat you.
Silver: *sweatdrops*
R&R please. I'm just starting out writing, so no flames. Next chapter will be up... when I can. Sorry, no schedule.