Prologue ~ Shock!

-separater-

"I see you walking home alone

Your face is alive and bright

But you can't see how weak you are 'cause i could end it tonight

It's the feeling you get when you think that someone behind is watching you

Well i can tell you know that someone is me, and i'm about to make it right

Why do you take it all?

why do i beg for more?

I never thought that this is how i'd hit the floor

Why do you take it all?

Why do i beg for more?

I never thought that this is how I'd HIT THE FLOOr."

-Hit the Floor by Bullet for my Valentine-

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A/N:

This is another idea I had in my head. I hope it works out. I am planning to turn it into a full fledged story eventually. I am going to be starting college again soon so who knows when that'll be …

Warnings:

Language, slash, [male pokemon/male non-human] violence, gore, slight insanity, torture, sexual situations, future characters/plot line/ideas/time line

Key:

' accented words [had an issue with Itallics and bolds in my other stories]

" speech [both pokemon and human]

/ telepathy

{ or } flashbacks

I think that's it. … Damn it!

Disclaimer:

I do not own pokemon unfortunately. If I did, Silver/Hibiki would be cannon. I do own my oc Kaji, Inferno Blade, Kilak, Thorn, and most ideas for this plot.

-separater-

I sat up and gasped. Wires and tubes were attached to my body, making movement painful. I persisted, wanting to be rid of the bindings … to find more pain …

Pain was my life, it fueled me …

Pain was all I knew, all that made me drag myself out of bed and stay alive …

Pain was me …

It was something I had come to crave. I would wake up, asking myself how much pain I would go through today. The answer was never clear. It was always 'more.'

They had done experiments on me. It made me sick just thinking about it. The only reason I hadn't killed off all of the scientists was that they provided the pain I craved so much. They were the reason for it, so if they were useful in that department, they needed to live. At least, until they made me think they were no longer useful.

Oh the pain …

I could remember it now …

What they had done to me …

The grafting and the burning …

The gut wrenching agony …

My fucking reason to live …

I had to prove, that I could survive it all. If I couldn't, no longer would I feel the pain, I would also be dead. Thos who did 'not survive' meant sudden death. They never called it that, it was called 'letting go.' Those sick fucks …

… flashback …

{… pain … excruciating pain …

Life … death … was it all worth it? Was this what life was for?

I snapped my eyes open when I found that I could. They were surrounding me, making me want to shock them all. I wanted to send them to the ground, make them pay, and kill them painfully. What had they done to me? Why did my entire body feel like it had been ripped to shreds, reformed, and unskillfully been sewn back together?

"What the fuck did you losers do to me?"

"We turned you into our most successful project." One of them said. I didn't see his face, I had no vision now.

"Why can't I see a fucking thing?"

"That was one of the side effects of the 'experiment.'" Another one said. I growled, sending out a few waves of electricity. I heard a few of them fall to the ground, smirking as they groaned in pain.

"Would someone like to tell me what was done to my body?" I asked, standing up. When none of them answered I decided to make them answer. I sent electricity throughout the entire room, laughing insanely as they all fell to the ground. Moans, groans, and whimpers could be heard. The best part was that it was all my doing. It was all their pain, and I loved it.

"… I will …" one of them said, shakily standing up. This one was stronger than the others. That much electricity should have killed all of them … Electricity? How did I do that?

"Proceed." I said as he started to walk toward me. He gently pushed me back onto the lab table, making me snarl at him. I stood back up, choosing to be alert when I was told the truth … hopefully …

"… we … um … We grafted the DNA of ten different Electric type pokemon and ten different Steel type pokemon to your filthy elf body …"

"Filthy? I am the one who is filthy? How so, when the rest of you are the 'fair' race of human?" I said, making sure the sarcasm could be plainly heard.

"… you are not as brilliant as you make yourself out to be …"

"Really? Would any of you like to enlighten me? … Nnot you …" I said as he tried to speak again. I shot electricity at him, making him fall to the ground with a sharp cry. I heard footsteps, and a hand was immediately on my shoulder. I shook it off, wanting to be untouched for this …

"Go ahead human." I spat.

"… your kind is just a tool … A tool for us humans. We graft whatever we want to your bodies, then use it for pleasure. It is very arousing to fuck a dragonoid creature or one that has fur …"

"You think so? I'll show you how 'arousing' it is." I said, with anger in my voice. The ones who had been able to get up gasped.

"Oh shut up you humans. Do you think I am going to give you a show? No, I will show you what happens when you fail to please an elf!"

"Really? Are you sure you can't just show us your body? I am sure that would be enough …" one bold human said. I snarled and glared at him.

I let the power that was coursing through me take control. I hadn't had much control anyway, letting 'it' have control would devastate them. They all fell to the ground, either dead or nearly so. The electricity was dizzying … it made me want to shock myself and revel in the currents it would provide …

"… still feel the same way? Most of you shall die today. Those who manage to survive will not be unmarred." I said.

"I like you. I shall teach you how to use that power. Teach you what 'pain' is." Someone said.

"Pain? What is pain? Elves do not know the concept that well …"}

That day had been the beginning of my 'pain' training. The human who had taken me under his wing put me through just about the most painful things in the world. It didn't matter that I was elf, if I wasn't I probably wouldn't have survived. He taught me the meaning of pain, the meaning of life … What it meant to truly live …

-separater-

That was in the past now. The humans had failed to give me much pain of late. It was starting to irk me. When would the pain truly come again? Why couldn't they do it anymore?

Elves gained resistance to 'pain' rather quickly. That's why they had to keep making it worse. Drive the pain higher, make me scream more … Scream in pleasure, not fear or because it hurt …

They were incapable of doing so anymore. They needed to be exterminated. That was all that humans were good for. Once they outlived their usefulness, they were no good.

They had moved the rest of the 'experiments' to another facility. Now was the time to strike. What they had done to me was unchangeable. If I could stop them from fucking up any other elf, and kill these bastards in the process, I would find a new meaning to life. Maybe pain wasn't all that was required to live, maybe it was revenge … sweet, and in cold blood …

When they came to feed me that day I did it. I shocked the entire room, and then spread the currents to the entirety of the facility. I could hear lights shattering, burnt bodies hitting the floor, and screams. Delicious screams of fright, anguish, and panic. They were falling into my plan, making me want to destroy even more. I yanked the wires and tubes out of my body and left the room. Grabbing the food on the way, I downed the semi-solid substance in seconds. They would all pay today, with their lives!

I went along the hallways, shocking or ripping apart anything that moved. This included technical machinery and the humans of course. I could swear I tore a few pokemon to shreds as well. They were innocent, but were no doubt corrupted by the scientists of this place. I wasn't completely sure, but I thought the brains of this operation were Cipher and Team Plasma. Don't know much else …

I kept moving, breaking down doors and barreling through bodies with ease. No one was spared, not even the few children of the scientists who had been brought in to observe the 'proceedings.' They would all pay! None would be left alive!

When they were all killed [and I had checked every room] I decided to leave a gift for anyone who found this place. I left the outside intact, making sure to leave a nearly undetectable trap for any visitors. I grinned evilly as I held out my left hand. I picked up an explosive device, and let electricity flow into it. I then added a few drops of my blood and shone my metallic claws on the device. I need to explain this or it won't make sense.

I can reflect just about anything with my claws. They are metallic and shine like a mirror. If I shock them, it will make this power stronger. That's what I did, made it so that the explosive would be stronger. Strong enough to destroy the entire place …

If someone came by here with a pokemon in their possession it would all blow up. Even if the pokemon was in a poke ball, it would still work. That person would lose their life, making my revenge complete … at least part of it …

I would have to find the person who had done this to me. The person who was behind everything, Cipher and Plasma …

-separater-

As I waited listening for anyone, I thought of what I would do now. Where was I going to go? What was 'life' now? Was it even worth it to keep 'surviving?'

Yes it is. Life can have so much more meaning than pain and suffering. You just have to figure that out. Doing so will be hard, but it is not impossible …

A second chance at life … that's what I needed. I waved a hand, casting a spell that would permanently wipe out my memories. It would keep a few things intact like my name, age, race, and a few other crucial things. I needed to start life anew, I could do that and still figure out who had fucked up my life. I was going to make it work, even if it killed me.

The last thing that happened before I totally wiped out my old life was my last tribute to the life I was leaving behind. I 'teleported' to another place …

At least that way I could find someone who would know what life was. Know what else there was other than 'pain' and 'revenge.'