Reviews:

Spiral Breeze- Thanks Spiral! Darcia is QUITE crazy, but loneliness isn't exactly what's driving her...

Darcia: I'm not crazy! Teehee, but I can make you crazy!

Quilava Flare- Thanks Quil, this is really my first time with a horror fic, so I'm glad you think it's going well do far! Of course it must continue, there's a lot more to be revealed about Darcia and why she's tormenting White!

anon- I sure hope it will! Thanks!

Zephyrsword- Thanks Zephyr! Especially glad you like it since you issued the challenge!

TheFlyingVaporeon334876- Thanks so much! I hope your sister isn't as creepy as Darcia though!

CurrentCurrant- Wow, that's an interesting guess, but Darcia is not Iris... That would make for quite the plot twist though!

mnm12345- Thanks mnm! Thanks for setting up that contest too!

Well that's all for the reviews, I can't believe I got this many already!

Darcia: I'm not creepy! That's mean!

You are very, very creepy, but let's let the readers find that out for themselves, shall we?


Chapter 2- Scream of Frustration

Black watched White walk back to the Pokémon Center, leaving him alone in the open field. He still felt like battling someone, so he searched the area for anyone that he could challenge. After a thorough search, he ended up finding no one. Most people he asked he either had beaten already or had intimidated to the point where they were scared of battling him. He didn't do it intentionally, people merely saw him battle and felt they just couldn't win.
"Am I really that good?" He asked himself. Black recalled one battle where he really humiliated a young trainer. Looking back on it, he began to regret laying on the embarrassment so much, but the kid was too arrogant for his own good. The memory was still fresh in his mind.

"You think you're good? Ha! I challenge you to a battle!"
Those were the kid's conceited words of a challenge to Black. Never one to decline, Black accepted, knowing full well that the young trainer would prove to be nothing close to a challenge to him.
"What kind of battle, kid?" Black asked lackadaisically.
"One on one," the trainer said as if it were obvious and Black should've known. "Your sucky Pokémon versus my super powerful one!"
"We'll just see about that," Black remarked, the usual excitement of battle nowhere to be found. "Go, Pignite!" Pignite appeared in front of Black, flexing its arms proudly.
"Ha! That's your Pokémon?" The kid scoffed. "Prepare to lose! Go, Patrat!" The Patrat came out of its Poke Ball, not looking very intimidating at all. It seemed to shake at the very sight of Pignite.
"You've got to be kidding me," Black shook his head. "Is that REALLY your 'super powerful' Pokémon?"
"How dare you insult my awesome Pokémon!" The boy shouted. "Patrat, use Tackle!" The Patrat hesitated for a bit, then ran at Pignite as fast as it could. Black barely resisted the urge to completely burst out laughing.
"Pignite, use Arm Thrust!" he called. Pignite waited for the charging Patrat to get close, then shoved its thick arm forward, bludgeoning the poor creature. It swung its arms twice more, striking the Patrat with staggering super-effective strikes. The Patrat was flung backwards by the force, landing in a heap next to its trainer.
"Waah!" the kid wailed, shocked. "C'mon Patrat, get up and hit him already!" The Patrat was barely in any condition to move, let alone attack Pignite. Nevertheless, it got up shakily and waited for a command, still shaking nervously. The boy was staring expectantly at Patrat, even though he had not issued another command.
Black was getting impatient and decided to end this bore of a battle. "Pignite, Flame Charge!" Pignite enveloped itself in a veil of fire and darted at the helpless Patrat. The kid gave no command to dodge, but rather simply expected Patrat to do something. As Pignite rapidly approached, Patrat threw its arms up in an attempt to ward off the blow. It was futile though, for Pignite bashed into Patrat with devastating power. Patrat flew backwards once more, but his time had no chance of getting back up. Spirals in its eyes, it lay still, obviously out cold. Well, obvious to everyone but the trainer.
"Get up!" he screamed in frustration. "Get up, get up, get up!"
"Kid, that thing's out cold," Black stated the obvious. "Pignite, return." Pignite was pulled back into its Poke Ball.

"That's not fair!"
The boy was whining on and on about his loss. "You cheated, that's how you won!" Needless to say, he wasn't getting anywhere.
"Kid, I won fair and square," Black answered calmly. "If you really want to win, train your Pokémon. Give it orders, it doesn't just fight by itself. There is no such thing as a weak Pokémon, but only a weak trainer."
"You're calling me weak?" the kid snapped.
"Yes, actually," Black said. "You have to learn the fundamentals of battling before you can even try to be good."
By now a large crowd had encircled them and was laughing at the young trainer.
"How dare you embarrass me like this!" The kid shouted. "You'll pay for this!"
"You kind of brought it upon yourself," Black said, his calm only infuriating the kid even more.
"You'll regret crossing Darius de la Mente!" The boy threatened. "Nobody messes with me! Nobody!"
"No offense, but what could you possibly do to me?" Black asked curiously.
"Me? Nothing," Darius admitted. "But I know someone who could make your life a living hell! Muhuhahaha!" The wind seemed to blow twice as hard as he laughed. He flipped off Black and darted away.
"Weird kid," Black shook his head. He walked off as well, leaving the crowd confused about what had just taken place.

Black didn't know why he remembered this so clearly, but he recalled every detail perfectly.
"That kid was odd," Black said to himself. Dark clouds began to roll in overhead, so Black decided to head back to the Pokémon Center. "I should probably check on White and see if she's feeling better." A light drizzle started to come down from the grim clouds above, so Black increased his pace a bit.
That's when he heard the scream. He could instantly tell it was White, so he quickened his pace greatly, knowing something had to be wrong. Having arrived at the Pokémon Center, he used the key that she gave him to enter her room. It was empty. The window was open though, so he dashed to it. What he saw in the distance made his jaw drop. An unconscious White was being dragged away by a shadowy figure. With the person's back to him, Black could not identify the kidnapper. He didn't care though, so he jumped out the window and sprinted toward White. As he neared the unsuspecting figure, he decided to confront him or her.
"Freeze!" he commanded. The kidnapper obeyed without complaint. "Now, slowly turn around!" This was done as well, and Black was perplexed to see that the figure was just a little girl. Dressed in a black dress, the girl had long purple hair that covered her eyes in the rain, which was closer to pouring now. Black now realized why White was being dragged away so slowly; she was unconscious at the hands of an innocent-looking little girl. The girl simply stood there, motionless. "Well, are you gonna explain yourself?" The girl answered, and her very words seemed to shake Black's soul.

"She's going to be my playmate!" the girl squealed with delight. As she said this, Black's ears started to ring with a high-pitched screech. "And you can't do anything about it!" The ringing continued with greater intensity. "Teeheehee!" The ringing grew to be like an incessant Chimecho's chime, only it was about as loud as a jet engine taking off. Black squeezed his eyes shut and winced in pain. After about 30 seconds, the ringing stopped abruptly. Black opened his eyes and saw the girl off in the distance, still dragging White. He caught up to her again and shouted, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
"I told you, silly!" the girl giggled.
"She's my friend, now give her back."
"I don't wanna!" The girl put her hands on her hips and stuck her tongue out at Black.
"Listen, I don't want to hurt you," Black warned impatiently. "But I will if you don't let her go."
"Then I guess I'll hurt YOU!" the girl stamped her foot on the ground. All of a sudden, a pillar of flame erupted from the ground behind Black, close enough to singe his back.
"Wahhh!" he yelled as he felt pain surge through his body. He stumbled forward, where another pillar erected itself in front of him. "What the..."
"Teehee! I warned you!" the girl laughed. "Now, I gotta go, so bye!"
Before Black could move, two more pillars of flame rose up from the ground, trapping him in the middle of the four pillars. He stood there, unwilling to move in fear of touching the fire. After about an hour, the towers of flame disappeared, leaving Black alone in the woods, with no idea of where White was being taken. He felt his back for a burn wound, but surprisingly found no injury of any kind. "But how?" he wondered. "I got burned, didn't I?" His thoughts drifted back to the girl, who had made the fire appear so easily. "Arghh!" he screamed in frustration. This girl was able to stop him in his tracks with such ease. He felt helpless, stuck in a battle he couldn't win, just like that little kid Darius, who was helpless in battle against him. "How could I lose her like this?" Black asked himself. Then another thought came to him. "How will I ever find her?" He howled in frustration again, wondering how he could ever see her again.

"That's for you, brother," the girl said to herself as she walked away.