Disclaimer: Don't own pokémon. Phantomness thought of the title
A/N: A Pokémon Special darkie. Was going to be one shot, but isn't any more, 3 chapters.
Warnings: Championshipping (boy x boy) in later chapters, violence, confusion, um...and it was darn depressing to write. Depressing but fun somehow. Oo
Ok, it's mainly set right bang splat after volume 7, from there, it's made up.
Lance is about 17, I would say. He honestly doesn't look that old in Special. Green and Blue are 14 (because I mess up ages a lot) Red's 15 and Yellow's 10. Oh, and the entire thing pushes out the GSC series. Bye bye, Silver.
Right, so here it is...feel free to drop a review, no flames please.
Plummeting...hope and life plummeting...further...further...
My eyes open wide in disbelief as I watch my last hopes blow away on the wind like fine dust...everything failed and gone. The crackling of electricity so close-by and it rips through me...
Somebody screams. Is it me? Then it's dark. Blank.
Plummeting...hope and life plummeting...despair...further...further...
A black electricity-charred mess lying on the blood stained ground...not even distinguishably human...
Is that what I look like? Am I dead? Am I unconscious? What is my state? I can't tell...can't see anything...
Don't care...
"That Megavolt did it in, alright."
What was he talking about? I couldn't see anything!
"The electric shock completely burnt it out. Quite uncommon. I would be sorry, but, you know..."
"I see." another voice joked. "Well, it serves him right for meddling with the world...idiot..."
Why was he talking about me as if I wasn't even there?
BE HUMANE! BE HUMANE DAMMIT! Humanity...it is so unfair...humanity...it is so cruel to itself...
Red, come back, please...
I tried to struggle away, but there was more than one person there, holding hard onto my shoulder. I relaxed my body and collapsed to my knees, feeling weakened.
Hopelessness...
"Get in there..." Someone dragged me to my feet and pushed me into a wall. Go where? I can't see...I can't see anything...
Finally I was pushed into the room which had a hard floor. I landed flat on my spine and just lay there, completely confused and winded.
"Just sit there then...there is a chair, but I guess you don't want it..." the harsh voice said in an amused tone.
"If I could see it I would." I snarled. Gnarled skin stretched across bone in a fist slammed into my face.
"Don't speak." was the simple order I got. I felt a dribble of blood run out of my nose and the smell of iron began to nauseate me. There was something else in the air as well. Smoke.
"Oh well..." I began without thinking, "If humanity is just going to kill itself with cigarettes, I might as well try again, hmm?"
Big mistake.
I heard movement as the man knelt down right in front of me and spoke in his rasping breath, at the same time releasing the poisonous gases from his lungs to sicken my senses. I wrinkled up my face as the bile rose in my throat.
"You're not going to try again..." he said, "Because I'm going to make sure you never have freedom for the rest of your life, you foul excuse of a human being..."
It wouldn't have been any worse if he'd plunged a blade into my flesh.
The man spat in my face and at the same time the fist collided with me again. Screaming vehemence at me, lashing out, kicking...just as my father had done...
FLASHBACK
"Hey, DRAGON BOY!"
Something collided with the back of my head and I rubbed the throbbing spot on my skull. The cruel boy who had thrown the rock cackled behind my back as I ignored him and walked on, but it wasn't too long before a second rock was thrown.
What did he have against me?
"Come on, Dragon, dragon, dragon, dragon! Dragon boy!"
I ignored him again. Was it because I trained Dragon pokémon? Was it something to do with my hair? My eyes...and I was the only student carrying on with Humanities this year...and...and I was a bastard.
I heard the rumble of the boy's skateboard approaching behind me. I had half a mind to stick my foot out but before I could react, he had dumped his gum in my hair. Screeching with success the teenager watched me try to rip the gum out of my rusty coloured 'fringe' in embarrassment.
I was rather fond of my hair. I just didn't like to let people know that, because of the obvious reaction to it...
It was a shame that the boy happened to crash into a Viridian Local Council Wheelie Bin at that moment and overturned its contents onto the grass verge. If it had been any other everyday object I would have laughed that it served him right. Instead the idiot had just messed up the environment and run off without doing anything about it.
I sighed out a cloud of frozen breath into the darkness and continued back home.
The lights were off. Stepping inside, I caught the dangerous flash of my father's eyes from where he was standing across the room opposite me. I looked away from the penetrating stare. It was enough to make you blind.
"You're late. Where were you?" he asked.
"I...I have after school tutoring on Thursday, Dad..." I replied, barely making a sound from my blocked up throat. I tried to hide the mess that was tangled in my hair, because my father always found a reason to yell at me for things that I couldn't help or weren't my fault...
"I never knew about this after school tutoring." he said, raising his voice slightly. "Why do you have it? Aren't you concentrating in classes? Are you dropping back, son?"
"Of course not...I chose to do after school courses to enhance my learning experiences." I replied. This is a comment that would usually delight a parent. My father was not pleased.
"Why didn't you tell us before you decided to do this?" he spat, "At least have the grace to consult us before taking things on..."
"Who's 'us'?" flowed out of my mouth like fresh blood from a wound. No...I never stopped to think...why didn't I ever stop to think?
The glittering fang like teeth opposite me disappeared as my father scowled in anger and disapproval. The eyes glinted again. Neither my father nor I liked the subject of my mother. Went out every morning...left a note saying 'C u later'...came back late every night. I was lucky to catch a glimpse of her flowing tangerine coloured hair as she walked down the path at dawn.
"You know very well who 'us' is." the voice snarled. "Don't EVER bring that subject up again, Lance." He walked into the shadows further, keeping those dagger-like eyes that I had inherited from him fixed on my face.
"It's your fault..." I hissed, scathingly. "It's your fault we never see mom any more! It's your fault I feel so bad about my life! It's you're fault I'm some...freakish yellow eyed Viridian Blackthorn crossbreed with strange powers! It's your fault I'm...!"
The shady figure leapt forward and struck me down to the ground. My head smacked into the wall and the pain seemed to throb around my entire body in all the places he had thrashed and hit me before. No tears rose up in my throat, nothing but the taste of vomit. Sickness I felt because of the disgustingness of my own father. I didn't need to cry. I couldn't show that I was weak, because I wasn't.
I got up and walked very slowly to my bedroom. I collapsed onto my bed and stared at the Dratinis on my ceiling. I thought about how much I hated my father, and what I wanted to do with my life. I didn't know. Wasn't he even glad that I'd taken on the task of becoming a Dragon Master? But he didn't believe I could do it at all. He wanted to believe that his son was weak. I didn't know why...
I was angry with him for being so terrible to my mom. He wanted to make everyone in his family seem weak, when as I said I wasn't weak and neither was mom. Mom was a strong woman and she wanted to love us. She brought me into the world when she wasn't even in the position to do it. She wouldn't let either of us down, but my father was countering her will to bring us together...
I remembered the time he had gone out to yell at the family across the road for celebrating the birth of their daughter so loudly. On coming home he had reported that it because she was born in the forest, then continued to spill out complaints asking about why being born in the stupid Viridian forest was so special. I had cried that time, but I had only been 10.
Life wasn't right. Why was I destined to live like this?
"Where are you going now?" the voice croaked. I opened the door. The eyes glanced towards the bag slung across my shoulder, then back to my face.
"Out." I said firmly.
"Lance!"
As soon as I hit the path I was running. I heard someone tagging after me but I just sprinted away for my life, the life that I wanted, a life that was free.
My footsteps thudded heavily and my breath was harsh in the frigid air but I just kept on going. A voice shouted my name after me but I just shut my eyes and ran blindly into the foliage. My father skidded to a halt at the end of the tarmac road, presumably watching me disappear deeper and deeper into the Viridian Forest.
END FLASHBACK
I sat on the cold ground again, shuddering. I couldn't even see the man who had just struck out at me for no good reason. It wasn't fair...why did I have to be reminded of my terrible past all the time?
Would my father care if he found out what had happened to me over the last couple of days?
The man stood over me, still heaving in fury. The bile rose further in my throat as I thought more and more about my past. Not being able to hold it back any more, I lurched forward and vomited something that was definitely not what I last ate.
I heard a snort of disgust as the person turned on his heel to leave the room again. I could still smell the smoke that he was exhaling into the atmosphere and the blood that was clotting all over my face. I retched at the unpleasantness and threw up more of the unknown substance.
"What was that?" There were voices in the corridor. I stopped for a moment, holding back the vile mixture.
"Well...there's been an enormous amount of trouble with one of the four teenagers that helped out on Cerise Island. He's under an enormous amount of stress. Worried sick about someone." a boring female voice said.
"Name?"
"Red. He's asking about the person you're taking care of."
"Tell the kid that Lance won't be 'seeing' him too soon."
I roared in rage and disgust at the lousy, sick pun and stumbled in my confused state. The cry only came out as some strange gargling sound as I collapsed and threw up again. Let him come...please...don't you dare torture him as well...
"Shut up in there, you idiot!" Someone slammed the door. I sank to the ground, keeled over and wept.
But I can't cry...no...
FLASHBACK
I watched from my seat in the corner of the courtyard as all the other kids dashed around. Petting Dratini absentmindedly I caught sight of one person as he pushed past a little mousy haired girl. The child fell. Did the boy care?
Children are cruel. They don't know any better.
"Samantha, you're far too sensitive!" the boy said loudly as he watched the little girl bawl her eyes out, still sitting on the ground.
Dratini soon fell asleep in my lap as I watched all break time. It wasn't fair. Was that really how people entertain themselves, by watching others suffer? The boy had slowly made his way over to my little corner. He was going to try his little game on me. I knew it.
"It's little Lance." I blinked up at him. It was true, I wasn't that tall.
Without another word, the boy whacked me in the stomach. I backed into the seat and sat down, narrowly avoiding Dratini who squeaked. It didn't bother me. It happened enough at home.
Meanwhile the group of boys was roaring with laughter, apparently having achieved something. One of them pointed at me.
"Look, he's not crying."
I learnt not to cry. Crying was not something I did. I had built immunity to tears through many experiences. Did that make me soul-less and cold hearted?
The boys stared at me for a while, seemingly defeated. But no, they always found some way to retort my reaction; or how I don't react...
"Lance is a freak! He can't cry!"
"Lance trains ugly Dragon pokémon! We don't train dragons in Viridian city!"
"Lance has scary eyes. He looks like..."
"...a DRAGON!"
"Dragon Boy! Dragon Boy! Dragon Boy! Dragon Boy!"
I swiftly turned around and socked the 'leader' in the face. My anger had defeated me. Be cruel to people and they'll hurt you back.
END FLASHBACK
Be cruel to humanity and it'll be cruel back...