Beastly

by c0ral

Around a year after the Goldenrod incident, Lyra decides to travel to other regions, leaving Silver alone. Meanwhile, Team Rocket doesn't seem to have dissolved completely. Rather, they seem very interested in a certain redheaded trainer. Silver finds himself at crossroads where he must choose to either be the bad he'd always been or the good he was trying to be.

1. Prologue

Hey, guys! Just here to say that this is not my first fanfic, rather the first I am submitting here. Also, I do not Pokémon in any way or form.

They say that there's a little bit of good in all of us.

Taurosshit.

If there was some 'good' in everyone, then wouldn't I have been happy by now?

I had tried. Tried to be good. Tried to get rid of the bad in me. But I couldn't. And then I realized something.

The world hadn't been good to me, so why should I be good to it? Everyone I had dared to love had been taken away from me. Everything that gave me joy was stolen. My innocence had been crushed out of me by the time I learned how to walk. I had to learn the hard way that not everyone could be happy, despite what people said.

I found out that I could never be good.

So I stopped trying. I stopped trying to be good and to let the beast inside me free.

And as I stood there over the hollow-eyed, trembling people of the city which we had seized-who had once treated me as a pest to society-, the most powerful of them all, I realized one thing.

I hadn't let the beast free. I had made it stronger.

I am the beast.