Author's Note: Here is the next installment in the series! This one is much darker than the ones before it, and there is implied abuse so read ahead at your own discretion.
Pairings/Characters: Will, Natu
Rating: T+
Warnings: Implied abuse, bullying.
He stared straight ahead, his gaze lifeless and despondent. One eye was wrapped in white cloth while the other shone bright violet. Or it would have. Now it was a dark purple colour, any and all signs of life and joy gone.
His tiny arms were wrapped around a small, green feathered bird smaller than a pidgey. The bird was asleep, it too wrapped in white cloth and looking worse for wear. He could feel the pokemon's every breath, each low and weak as the last, bringing anger to the boy.
Why did humans have to be so horrible? Why did they have to hate someone for how they were made? Why did being born with something that made you different have to be met with such pain and brute force?
Why was it bad to be afreak?
The boy didn't understand, which only added to his anger. He wanted to know why he deserved this. He wanted to know why everyone disliked him, why simply levitating a pokeball was met with much scorn and hostility. Even those close to him felt the scorn; his mother dealt with insults being hurled at her daily and threats arriving by mail. Their own house, which wasn't much to begin with was constantly being vandalized, harsh words of any and all forms written in spray paint all over the siding. Sometimes it was too much, and it was at those times he could see the toll it took on her. Her tears and sobs were proof of that.
Then there was his brother. His awesome, loving, and caring older brother. Despite having grown up with him barely being around, he still loved him dearly. His brother was always by his side, was always the first to stick up for him and chase the bullies away. He was the one to tuck him at night, read with him and chased the nightmares away. But thanks to the scorn, he was no more. He left as soon as he was ten and never looked back, confirming what he had always been told by the other kids.
He had lost his brother, and his mother was in pain, all because of the scorn. Yet he couldn't fully blame the scorn, for if it weren't for his existence, he wouldn't have had to deal with it. His mother could have been happy, his brother would have been still around. Were it not for him, his family would have lived in peace and be happy. Were it not for him…he and his pokemon wouldn't be injured like they were now.
As the memory of their injuries came back, so did his anger. Why should he blame himself for who he was? So what if he was a 'freak'? Why should all of this be his fault? No, it was theirs. They were the true freaks; cold, cruel, and void of humanity. It was those people that made their lives a living hell, that left him and his pokemon injured.
And they would pay dearly.
Fin