NOTE: If you are just now starting this story, then you should be aware that it is very old and does not reflect my writing now. Feel free to browse my newer stories to see how things have changed but please do not judge my writing based off of this. Thank you!

I rewrote my prologue up to where it says "chapter 1" and well... this is it. I think it might be kind of intense or something in the beginning. A couple chapters after this might not be written as well, but the later ones are. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

One electrifying scream was all he wanted. That's all it took to satisfy him. He desperately wanted to hear her scream, to see fear etched all over her pretty little face. But he wasn't there for what he wanted.

He didn't get his scream (much to his dismay) but nobody could overlook the fear in her deep brown eyes as she watched him take away everything she held close.

Not long before:

He, no not the man you just read about but a different man entirely, stood on a street corner. Rain was pouring down in front of him as he sought refuge under the overhanging of a small restaurant. He reached up and pushed aside his somewhat damp thick dark hair revealing deep black eyes. Yes. You read right. Black eyes. His somewhat tanned skin gleamed under the glow of the moon. He might sound daunting, but he wasn't really. In fact his chartreuse hair and soft skin drew many a woman in. The only thing that was really daunting about him were his eyes. But they weren't always. In his eyes reflected each individual emotion that passed by his heart. They were easily manipulated and even a single act from someone beside him could change them completely. But there was only one person that could really bring out the beautiful qualities his eyes held. And that woman was sitting at home. The only home he had ever owned. That woman was his wife and she had no idea that he was there. He groaned and looked up and down the street waiting for that man to show up finally. He would much rather be spending the night at home with his wife and young son. But these people had a way of forcing you into things.

"Aviur."

He turned finally to see him. Yes this was the man that you read about originally. He had blond hair. Much too long for his features, it was pulled back into a tight and low ponytail. He had bright blue eyes and his mouth twisted into a smirk as he looked at the man before him. "Well… you sure have grown." He said finally. But his voice showed that he really didn't care how much this man had grown and he was interested in something much more than implied.

Aviur looked back with those empty black eyes that scared most when they were this way. His expression was as empty as his eyes. He knew what this man wanted… but he hoped he was wrong.

"Well…" The man before him started again. "Where is she?"

He stared back for a moment before saying, "Who?" His voice was just like the rest of his features.

The man sighed dramatically before going on. "You're girl? You're girlfriend. You're wife. You're… whatever she is or whatever you want to call it. Where is she?"

"Who?" he repeated. His voice was just above a whisper and the man had to strain his ears to hear it over the rain and thunder.

"Look do we just want to sit here and play mind games trying to delay the inevitable, or are you going to tell me and get this over with?" he smirked a little as he saw Aviur's eye twitch in annoyance.

"What do you really want?"

"This is getting annoying…" he paused and rubbed his temples. "Look I'll make you a deal. You get the kid, I get the girl. Fair?" He knew even as he said it that it was impossible but he also knew that it would bug the heck out of Aviur.

His face was still as smooth as a stone but his clenched hands gave him away. "What do you want?" he repeated.

He sighed again. "They sent me to take care of your fee. You know the one that we all end up giving."

Aviur's eyes flickered. He was letting his emotions get the better of him. He knew that he shouldn't but for the life of him he couldn't manage to straiten his face and live with the fact that this man was trying to take his "fee", as he had so roughly put it. "Where's your son?" he finally asked.

The man looked up a little surprised and then shrugged. "Dunno. Back there… somewhere."

"How can you say it like that?" he just barely whispered.

He rolled his eyes. "Eventually most of us began to try and live with the fact that there's not much you can do."

"Still the same as you were as a teenager." He grumbled.

"And what's wrong with that? I've excepted my fate and I'm fairly happy. You on the other hand have a real case."

"Couldn't you try to talk like a civilized human being for five minutes?"

"I am."

"No. You're not. You sound like a child." The slightly demeaning phrase was a strange thing to hear come out of his mouth but it must not have been alien to his "friend" because he went on without even flinching.

"You're trying to distract me aren't you? Let's just get this over with. I swear I'll do anything I can do to help you out. But that won't be much if you don't get me to them soon."

"There isn't anyone." He said firmly, grinding his teeth.

He's lying. A voice firmly echoed these words into his head. He knew it was right. The question was… how did he get Aviur to speak?

He raised an eyebrow. Aviur wasn't going to answer. "Alright. I was going to try to let you get back on their good side by telling me. But since you won't…" he trailed off and walked around the corner. A few seconds later a car came out from around the corner and raced down the street.

Aviur's eyes widened and he took off after them with surprising speed. When he reached his home he heard screaming. It wasn't his wife, it was his son. That gave him a little reassurance. The toddler sounded more like he were throwing a tantrum or maybe hungry. It wasn't anything different than he heard every day. He didn't see the car. Could they have gotten the wrong house?

"Mommy!"

His heart nearly stopped and he was in the house as fast as his feet could take him. There were about six men in his home.

"Give him back please!" she was pleading. One man was behind him holding her arms while another held the thrashing and crying little boy at arms length. He didn't look at all against handing the boy back. Even at such a young age, the boy was the spitting image of Aviur

Aviur ran forward but was instantly stopped by four arms. He easily got out of their grips. One of the men ended up on his back on the floor.

The blond ran a hand through his hair messing up the perfect hair-do. "Knew I should've gone for level three."

Aviur stopped briefly and looked at him. "What level are they?"

"Two…."

Aviur shook his head and turned around. Behind his back, the blond motioned to Aviur's wife and son. He flicked his hand to each side of the room and they took the two previously mentioned to separate side. "Choose." He said quietly behind Aviur.

Aviur looked back and forth. A knife held to his wife and his son still in the other man's arms.

The blond managed to keep a close eye on Aviur's wife's face through the whole thing. "What's happening?" she finally managed to whisper.

He, Aviur, felt guilt build up. She didn't know but he couldn't bring himself to answer. "I'm sorry…." He walked back to the blond. The unfair situation he was in didn't keep him from grabbing the man's arm and flipping him around so he could talk privately.

They turned back and the man nodded in the direction of the wife. The one holding her previously let go and walked to the blond. She glanced at her son, no doubt considering running to him to try and get him out of their grip.

She looked at her husband. He shook his head lightly, telling her to keep her distance.

They all started leaving taking her son and husband with them. She looked at all of them thoroughly confused before running to her husband and latching onto his arm. "What's happening?" she whispered again. Fear was crawling all over her words.

Pain lashed through his eyes and they flickered to a more dark brown, then he turned around to face her. "Stay in the house." He whispered firmly.

"Wh-what?"

"Stay in the house. I promise you, our son will be fine. You'll see him again."

He turned around and she wanted desperately to scream out, "What about you?" But fear kept her throat shut, so much that she was having trouble breathing.

After everyone was out, the blond turned to her. He smirked. She was so scared. She looked back at him and stiffened backing up a little. He nodded at her in a professional manner than followed the rest out of the house.

Then she was alone. The only noises were the thunder, the rain pounding on her windows, and the fear pounding in her heart. She had no idea what had just happened. She placed a hand to her mouth, still to scared to make much sound, and started crying. Why hadn't he mentioned himself too? Why just their son? Who were those people? Her eyes were wide with fright as she continued crying and suddenly the only picture her mind could seem to show were the eyes of the man. Not her husband. The other one. The one who had seemed to drink in her fear with lust. The question went through her head again. Who were these people? And why did her husband seem to know them?

Chapter 1 - Ten years later:

Ash breathed out deep and nervously tapped his pencil on a small black table.

The room he resided in was painted black and the lights were dimmed. Across one wall was a strait line of similar tacked up papers, bearing the title "status report". The line was long and would soon cover the next wall.

At the head of the line, one paper differed drastically from the rest. It was all black disregarding the large red "R" on it.

Ash felt his hands get sweaty as he stared at the paper before him. 'I don't know these answers!'

He looked back to the shadowed door, the only thing in the room besides the papers and the table. He didn't have much time.

He let out a sharp breath. The questions were extremely high-technical. Hardly something any Rocket Member was required to know.

However even as a young boy, information was stuffed down his throat. He knew quite a bit.

But Ash was not naturally bright and had to strain every ounce of knowledge he had, in order to stay healthy. If he was wrong too much, or he didn't go about something the right way, he was punished. And here, not only were punishments hazardous for your health, they were sometimes deadly. Luckily he had yet to get that far.

This is why Ash's body began trembling as he stared at one of the rare "tests" he had been given.

'I-I don't know this one!' his mind screamed. 'They haven't taught me half of this thing!'

Ash let out a small gasp as a creak came from behind him. There were "swishing" noises before the paper was grabbed roughly from his hands.

Ash's attention immediately went to his feet.

"Nine answers." A male voice whispered.

Ash flinched.

"Nine answers." It repeated.

Ash bit his lip. The paper came crashing onto his desk a hand placed firmly atop it, yet Ash still dared not look up.

"I left you in here for fifteen minutes. With your training you should have finished them all!" The voice started harsh then became angry.

Ash clenched his hands in his lap and nervously massaged his thumbs on top of each other.

"Come with me." The voice began leaving the room.

Ash didn't move.

"Now!"

Ash jumped up and quickly left the room with his head bowed.

Five minutes later Ash and the man reached a room. It was full of Pokemon, most dark, a couple electric.

Ash sighed. The man set a line of poke balls before Ash.

"Houndour." He ordered.

Ash's eyes scanned the line before he pointed at one of the poke balls.

"Sneasel."

Ash hesitated this time, and then pointed to another poke ball.

"Umbreon."

Again, after a moment, Ash pointed.

"Ampharos."

And so it went on. Most of the Pokemon were part dark. But Ash pointed out a few electric.

Then the last one was named.

"Pikachu."

Ash smiled with his head still bowed and pointed to one poke ball immediately.

Unfortunately the man above him noticed the genuine smile on the boy's face.

"Alright. Back to your room."

Ash nodded and left.

Ash reached the door to his room which locked automatically after he entered. He raised his head and rolled it over his shoulders.

"I'm gonna get cramps in my neck one day." He mumbled.

He looked around "his" room. It was red unlike most of the other rooms. There was a small round table with a notebook and two black pens, a wall shelf holding a few pairs of jeans and black shirts, a nightstand with a picture frame, and a scratchy bed with white sheets and one single red blanket. It was really all he needed. He didn't play and most the time it was to hot to need more than a sheet in bed.

Ash looked around the room. Everyone would be taking a break right now.

Ash took this advantage to jump backwards on the pillow less bed. Oh that felt good, to just relax and not have to worry about getting in trouble. He let his body bounce on the bed for a moment then looked up at the picture on his nightstand. For some unknown reason the Rockets had let him keep the picture.

Ash smiled at it. It was of a woman with brown hair. She was fair and Ash thought she was beautiful.

"Hi mom." He whispered.

She seemed to smile back, her eyes resembling his.

Ash grabbed the picture and sat it up strait on his chest. "I'll find you someday." He vowed.

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