(Hey what's happening everybody? This is SignupMaster and this is my first attempt at a lemon. I'd thank you guys so much if you didn't roast me too bad. Little background info about my character, which will appear in several stories following this on, Soulscream. Soul is a 5ft 5in. Lucario and the spikes on his chest and hands are longer than average. Other than being taller than his species, his chest hair, instead of having a yellowish tinge has a reddish tinge. The almost dreads-like appendages on the back of his head both have one red stripe down the sides. He wears white gloves and can make aura spheres with one hand. He has a fedora that is his most important possession. Anyways on with the story. If you don't like lemons then don't read. Go eat something sweeter.)
Chained
'Chained.' Soul thought, 'Chained to a…..bed?' He opened his eyes and immediately regretted it. He clamped his eyes shut staring at the violet color imprinted on his eyelids. 'Where am I?' he pondered, 'All I remember is walking with Sam then….' The memories flooded back to him."Sam…."
Flashback
"No peeking." Sam cheerfully chirped. Soul grunted with impatience. Normally he would use his connection with the aura to "sense" what was around him. He decided against it, putting full trust in his trainer." Almost ready, just a little bit longer." He grew more and more antsy with each passing second."Keep your eyes closed." She snapped noticing him cracking his eyes open.
As he shut them, he felt something push his ears down. His muscles tightened."Alright, open your eyes!" Sam squealed. He noticed something checkered black and white floating at the top of his vision. "Do you like it?" Soul pulled the foreign object into view. It was a black and white fedora with a, what did the humans call it, tweed pattern. There was a black strip around the base of the rise. He smiled and stuck the hat back on its perch. He observed himself in the nearby mirror. "Alright…." Sam started but was cut off and replaced by a throaty gurgle.
'What's wrong?' her turned to see her and fell to his knees in shock. Sam was clutching an icy arm protruding from her chest. "Soul," She coughed blood and it sprayed across his face. "You were always my best friend.*cough* I'll never forget you."The ice spread across her body encasing it. The attacker let out a grunt and yanked its arm back, shattering the body. Soul swore he could see a frozen tear fly by his head. He hung his head, not wanting to see the face of his trainer's murderer."What's wrong baby? Heheh you're coming with me." The female lunged forward and with a quick blow to the neck, he crumpled to the ground.
Current time
He was brought out of his reverie by the sound of a door sliding out of place. He turned his head and stared at the Pokémon that was entering the room, his eyes fully adjusted to the sheer lack of color in the room. A Linoone with a lab coat approached the laying Lucario. If he was in a more cheerful mood he would of laughed."Full name please." She inquired sweetly. "Where am I?" he countered. "Full name sir." The kindness left her voice. "Where am I?" he repeated. "Fine have it your way." She appeared to be writing something on a clipboard she brought "Assface." She clicked he pen and turned toward him. "So Assface, how did you sleep?" Soul let out an annoyed sigh. 'If they're gonna call me something, might as well it be an official name.' "Soulscream," he said through gritted teeth," But everyone calls me Soul." "That's better. Now get some more rest." She instructed." You'll need it."
She got up and walked towards the door." If you need anything, hold down that button and speak your request." She pointed to the button in question. With that she took her leave. Soul just stared at the door where she had just left. 'What did she mean by "You'll need it"?' He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a mechanical beep and the chains around his wrists and ankles retracted. He jumped onto the floor and rubbed the sore dents in his fur that the shackles left. He sighed and took this time to get his life together. He was, in human years, eighteen. Other than travel with Sam, all he did was meditate and spar. Well, except when Sam wasn't around, he, well let's just say he was very lonely and had a lot of time, and other things, on his hands. All he had was his gloves, his shorts, and….
He anxiously scanned the room for the gift from his dead trainer. The only thing he had to remember her by was now missing. He bounded toward the button on the wall and slammed it with more than enough force. "Where is my hat?" he shouted, rage covering up the lingering sadness in his heart."You'll have to earn it." The Linoone's voice rang out from a speaker in the ceiling. "How's this for earning it?" He bolted towards the door. He smashed it with a brick-break but it was unyielding."Ahhhh!" he relentlessly punched the barrier until he felt like he would crumble. He heard a dripping sound. He looked at his bloodied knuckles and winced. He could feel the cracks in the bones. With one last attempt, he held out his paw pad-side up. He let out a deep breath and focused his energies. His hand lit up blue and the light collected into a sphere just above the palm. He launched the ball of aura at the door, only to have it grind against the door for a few seconds then rebound and hit him in the shoulder. He was flung to the ground onto his stomach.
Soul heard the grind of the door opening, and a sweet sounding voice drifted into his ears. "That'll do baby. Here you go." He felt the cap fall onto his back, but only one thing went through his mind. 'That voice. It's her.' He flew toward the door and used the last of his strength to but a sizeable dent in the door, as it closed before he could bring his fist around her face. The rest of the bones in his hands snapped. He clutched his wrist and writhed on the ground in pain. He slumped into bed. "Not yet baby." That all too familiar voice seeped from the speaker. "Besides I want you hurting me in a…..different way." Something else leaked in her voice. 'What is everyone talking about?' He fell asleep in deep thought, his fedora contained all of his endless thoughts.
