The Marked Feraligatr
Rated: M for Violence, Death, Self-injury Etc.
A/N- Sorry I've taken "forever" to update D:! I just hit a writer's block and what not. Let me tell you how "fun" it is :p… Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took me forever to spit this damn thing out D:. On a side note, the Character Demyx is one of my friend's OC. She ended up reading this story and said: " You have inspired me! I'm gonna make my own story!" [Insert Honeyglow in my cheeks moment/ Super Happy/Excited that I can inspire people]. She's going to post her story on Fanfiction soon, so when it's up I'll tell you all about it :D! Anyways, Hope you enjoy the story!
Chapter 6 – Hay Day and Marital Parade (Part 2 of 3)
(POV Change: Silver)
The night sky exiled all the bright stars, casting a dark hue around the pale colored moon – Tonight just meant something bad was going to happen. Silver stretched his arms above his head, shifting his gaze towards the small town, loathing the town's existence. Nothing interesting ever happened and even when the moon looked like this the only thing that would happen is a Pokémon would get lost or someone would get locked out of their house – nothing major like a house catching on fire or burglars holding up a bank.
It wasn't like Silver wanted something bad to happen, he just wanted the town to be livelier.
Every single day was the same and he simply couldn't stand it. People would waltz in and out of town at the same time every day, doing the same thing every day, and ending the day just like every other day. Silver sighed, closing his eyes and wondering if they town would ever change. He highly doubted it but he was able to have some type of hope, right? Silver glowered as the clock rang, shouting to the world it was midnight. He sighed once more, stretching his arms above his head.
He needed to go for a walk.
Silver skulked around his house, snatching up his jacket, his sneakers, and his travel bag before heading out. He wasn't going to go out walking around the forest or anything – With barely any light out tonight, he could easily get lost and he wasn't up for wondering around the forest aimlessly.
He adorned himself in his jacket, tied up his sneakers, and threw his travel bag over his shoulders and made his way down the desolate path that lead to town. Silver felt pleased that he could leave the house whenever he wanted and return whenever he wanted. He had no restrictions telling him when to go to bed, making him do stupid chores, or stopping him from skipping school.
Having no parents was awesome.
At times, though, he felt somewhat lonely – but he had his Pokémon, and he would just talk to them. He didn't need parents when he had his Pokémon and anyways, his Pokémon wouldn't nag him like a mom and a dad would do, so by that stance, he was actually better off than most kids his age. Silver grinned devilishly at that thought as he started to make his entrance into town.
He was one lucky bastard.
Silver glanced around town, planning on what to do next. Since it was midnight, most of the stores were closed, making it impossible to get any shopping done. He sighed and plopped down on a nearby bench, thinking of what he could do. After contemplating for a few moments, he decided to stop by Ethan's house. While it was late, Ethan was probably still up since it was the weekend and Silver highly doubted Yuki, Ethan's mom, would have any problem with Silver stopping in for a bit.
It wasn't like Yuki allowed Silver to do what he pleased though – Yuki was a mother and wasn't afraid to correct other people's kids. Silver shrugged his shoulders and started making his way to Ethan's house. On his walk to Ethan's, his main Pokémon, Feraligatr, summoned himself from his poke ball and looked up at the pale moon. Silver glared at his Feraligatr—what was he doing, summoning himself from his poke ball? Silver plucked Feraligatr's poke ball from his pocket and summoned Feraligatr back.
Just as he was summoning his Feraligatr back, he heard frantic footsteps pounding off the cold dusty path and glanced over his shoulder only to see Ethan. Ethan was adorned in his usual attire but everything was messy! His hair was a-strew, his hat seeming to just be thrown on at last minute; his outfit was wrinkled to hell and his shoes were clumsily tied.
Where the hell did Ethan have to go that was so damn important?
Silver stood still, waiting for Ethan to get near him. He had not seen Ethan in a few months and wasn't sure what the raven-haired boy was up too. Maybe this was some type of new ritual Ethan came up with – run around town looking like he just woke up. Silver's eye twitched at his own annoying thought.
He would just have to ask Ethan what was wrong.
Seconds later, Ethan neared Silver and Silver wasn't sure what to make of Ethan. Ethan's face was covered in sweat, dirt, and panic. What exactly was going on? Silver stepped out into the middle of the path, stopping Ethan.
"…"
"…Silver? I-Is that you?!" Ethan roared out, surprised at Silver's sudden appearance. Silver grimaced at how obnoxiously loud Ethan was being – Yeah, it had been a few months since Silver last saw Ethan but Ethan didn't have to act so surprised. Silver made sure to visit Ethan at least every few months, checking up on him.
When Silver was seven, he and his family moved from New Bark Town, to some secluded house off in the country side. Silver, being who he is, loathed the countryside. It was too plain, too unpopulated, and too boring for him. Years passed and Silver couldn't stand the countryside anymore so he did what he thought was the most logical thing to do at the time.
He ran away from home, back to New Bark Town. He was only thirteen at the time but his mentality was not that of a normal thirteen year old boy. He prepared a few weeks before, getting money, finding a place to live, and making sure his parents couldn't find him.
There was no way in hell he was going back to the country side.
Eventually, he made it to a small run down house, off the edge of town and he couldn't help but grin. He was free from his parents, from the country side, and from the mundane life he used to live. Silver was going to go back to school with Ethan, living the life he wanted.
Unfortunately, he didn't think of all the years that had passed.
Silver went to approach Ethan but realized Ethan had already moved on. He had new friends, always hanging out with them, his little sister to take care of and a really close girl who was a friend. Silver watched Ethan for a few days and noticed he was always with this young girl. She wore her hair in pigtails, and adorned her head with a puffy white hat with a red bow. Her blue overalls and her long-sleeved red shirt, made her look different from everyone.
She was unique in the sense of her appearance. She acted quite peppy and happy, which was quite refreshing. Most people in New Bark Town were nice but extremely judgmental. One thing could ruin your whole appearance. She didn't seem like that at all; in fact she seemed accepting of everyone.
Silver understood his place. He wasn't needed anymore. Ethan had a new best friend, a life that Silver wasn't apart. But he wasn't going to just stay away, he wanted to at least be friends with Ethan. He started to visit Ethan every month, saying that one day, he would move back to New Bark Town.
Silver never told Ethan he had run away – that would only cause unnecessary drama. Instead, he hid in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to reappear.
(POV Change: Lyra)
Lyra glanced around forest path as she and Silver traveled down it, unsure of what to say. She knew Silver for a while but wasn't sure what would be appropriate to talk about. He was always skulking, as if he was ready to attack and destroy anything that got in his path.
It wasn't like he hated people – he just had a low tolerance for bullshit. Lyra curled her fingers into her palm, lightly digging into her palm. She knew it would only anger Silver and Ethan, but it helped calmed her down. She understood it wasn't good either, but she needed to do it as well. Lyra bit her lip, wondering when they would get to town for the big party. Since it was held in Cherrygrove every year, it wasn't like it would take them days to get there – it was just the traffic was bad every single year.
People from all over the world would travel to Cherrygrove staying the whole week of the festival. First was Hay Day, the day in which people would flock to their loves, proclaiming how they felt and was just a joyful day in general. A week later, The Marital Parade was held, showing off couples of any age, to help spread the message of true love. Lyra pondered the last time she was there.
Did she tell her dad she loved him? Did she tell her mom she loved her?
Lyra shook her head and glanced forward only to see she was falling behind. Lyra's eyes grew big as she quickened her pace in order to catch up with Silver. Silver noticed and turned, glaring at Lyra.
"Stop falling behind. God forbid I lose you – Ethan would murder me," Silver spat out, motioning for Lyra to quicken her pace some more. Lyra complied because she didn't want to be a bother with anyone. Lyra sighed as she released her fingers from digging into her palm. She didn't damage herself this time due to the bandages already there, but she did make them loose. She breathed out, feeling some relief.
They kept walking towards Cherrygrove until a small voice stole their focus. Silver flinched while Lyra jumped, grabbing ahold of Silver's arm. Silver glared at Lyra, telling her to let go of him. Lyra, too shocked from the voice didn't hear him and only hung on tighter. A few seconds passed and Maggie, Ethan's sister, came storming down the path, adorned in a bright purple, summer dress and black flip-flops to match.
"Silvy and Lyra! It's nice to see you two today!" Maggie shouted, making a bee line to Silver. Silver shook off Lyra's grip and pointed fiercely at Maggie.
"Stay back, you heathen; I don't intend on hugging you today or anything. Keep your foolish feelings to yourself today, Maggie," Silver spat out, furrowing his brow and frowning deeply, trying his best to get the point across that he didn't want any type of affection from Maggie. Lyra's eye just twitched and she bit her lip.
She didn't understand why Silver hated such affection. He was normal enough for people to like him, to want to be around him and to strive being just like him. Lyra frowned – she desperately wanted to be liked yet that was impossible. Lyra glanced back and forth between Maggie, curious about what Maggie loved so much about Silver.
He looked just like an ordinary boy – despite his skulking and vicious attitude. But maybe, that's what made him so loveable? Lyra shook her head, not understanding herself; but then again, when did she ever understand herself? She was insane, not normal, a weirdo. Lyra bit her lip once more, piecing her lip and drawing blood.
As if on instinct, Silver stopped auguring with Maggie, glanced over at Lyra and caused Lyra to freeze up. Lyra gulped as Silver glowered at her, making her shift her gaze to the ground. Maggie didn't quite understand what the big deal was – Lyra was always hurting herself; it was the way she relaxed herself. Maggie knew it wasn't healthy and it made her upset every time she saw Lyra hurting herself, but what could they do to finally make her stop? Nothing – Lyra knew no other way to release her pain.
Silver reached his hands up, gently grabbing a hold of Lyra's Face, examining the cut on her lip. His cold gaze made Lyra feel guilty and she tried to shift her gaze but couldn't due to Silver holding her face. Silver sighed, liberating Lyra from his hold. Lyra frowned, turned and kept walking to town. Silver stayed silent, grabbing a hold of Maggie's hand and stormed off after Lyra.
Lyra felt ashamed and guilty that she couldn't stop injuring herself. It wasn't like she loved it, no, she just couldn't stop. She glanced over her shoulder, noticing Silver and Maggie weren't that far behind. She returned her gaze forward, wanting to desperately get to the huge party in town, so she could wander off and be alone. She wasn't in the mood to hang out with the others; she would only drag them down, pissing everyone off.
After a few minutes, they finally reached town and Lyra was amazed at all the decorations and people in Cherrygrove. The Town was adorned in beautiful elegant shades of pinks, yellows and purples, making the local cherry trees even more magnificent. Lyra breathed the scene in, implanting it in her mind. The festival was always a time where people from different areas in the world could come together, embracing love, not hate.
The festival would always be near and dear to Lyra's heart – despite the fact she hadn't been to the festival in three years. She couldn't bring herself to come because her family was torn apart. No more love. No more memories. There wasn't a point to come anymore – at least that is what Lyra first thought. The first year after her attack, there was no way in hell she could go - she was still a scatter brained insane person, her mother was trashed, and her father was long gone. They were no longer a family. They were a laughing stock.
The second year, Lyra didn't want to go because her mother was ill. Lyra wasn't that close to her mother but she didn't want to go by herself. That would only cause Lyra more pain and probably make her mother angry. The third year Lyra was asked by Ethan to go. Lyra loved hanging out with Ethan but her confidence and feelings towards crowds were unaccepting. She told Ethan no and scurried back to her room.
Lyra glanced around Cherrygrove, observing the people going to and fro around the town. A lot had to be done. Lyra felt a slight tap on her shoulder and glanced quickly only to see no one there. In the distance was a very familiar building – her heart froze. Her parents always went there and danced the night away during the festival. Lyra reached her hands towards her neck and tugged on the golden chain the hung delicately from her neck, revealing a small heart locket. Tears prickled at her eyes as memories of her parents raced by. Their eternal love was shattered all because of Lyra.
Lyra knew this – and she'd be a damn fool to deny it. She shook her head and realized she had drifted into the building. Glancing around she noticed the building was in the middle of being redone for the festival. Banners of red and pink hues flowed freely from the ceiling, the floor was glistening with a slick shiny coat of wax and roses of every color were scattered around in detailed vases.
Lyra immersed herself into the beauty around her, taking in everything her mind could hold. She wondered around a bit, touching the walls and the roses. She glanced over at the dance floor seeing the shadows of her memories taking place. Her mom and her dad dancing, and herself having a grand time.
If only one could live in their memories.
"Oh hey there! You lost, kid?" Lyra froze and shifted her gaze to her left and noticed a woman with blonde and brunette hair and a combusken. The woman was holding a ladder with both her hands which exemplified her fine and toned muscles in her arms. Her olive skin color shimmered with health and sweat, showing she was working hard at what she was doing. Her eyes shined with enthusiasm – it made Lyra tense up. This lady was extremely happy and peppy.
It seemed rather familiar to Lyra – the woman's attitude. Lyra flinched as the lady placed the ladder against the wall. The lady flashed a huge smile, stretching her hand out towards Lyra.
"The name is Demyx Ekkehard, and this is my combusken, Scorch! We're helping out with the decorations in here. They're pretty nice right?" Lyra glowered at the woman's hand. She felt intimidated for some reason. Or was it fear? Whatever it was Lyra's breath hitched and her heart beat escalated. Demyx raised an eyebrow, unsure of Lyra's reaction. Lyra kept glancing back and forth between her hand and the floor.
"Uh, are you okay? Are you lost perhaps?" Demyx gently placed her hand on Lyra's back, trying to reassure Lyra. Lyra froze up and fixed her eyes onto Demyx's hand. The sudden warmth she felt from Demyx's hand scared her. Her hand was way too close to her scar. Lyra backed up, holding her neck. Her scar burned.
Lyra didn't feel safe around this Demyx person. She wanted to escape but Demyx was blocking her way to the exit. Lyra felt her throat tighten up. Demyx slowly approached Lyra, reaching her hand out to Lyra's forehead. She withheld any motion from her body.
She needed help. She needed to be rescued.
"Who the hell are you and why are you so damn close to Lyra?" Demyx glanced over her shoulder as she ripped something off of Lyra's forehead. Lyra's panicked emotions dissipated from her chest and she too glanced at the door. There stood Silver. His red eyes seemed to glow with a black hue, his hair too. He wore his usual frown, glaring daggers at Demyx. Behind Silver hovered a black shadow.
"S-Silver…"
"Hmph. I had my Gengar locate you by making him place a curse on you. He was able to trace you by the curse's trail. You need to stop running off god damnit. If Ethan isn't the death of me, it'll be you. Geeze." Silver shoved passed Demyx, making it clear he wasn't pleased with her. Demyx puffed her cheeks up, glaring at Silver. Silver returned her glare with a menacing glare.
"What were you doing to Lyra?"
"I wasn't doing anything. She was just stan-"
"Bullshit, don't lie to me. Lyra doesn't just stand around. She's skittish, always moving about." Demyx scoffed and crossed her arms, glowering at the floor. Silver took one step towards her, poking her harshly in the chest. Her combusken, Scorch, growled at Silver. Silver rolled his eyes at Scorch and focused his attention on Demyx.
"You listen here. I don't like you. I don't care if what you say is even true. Stay away from Lyra. She doesn't need to be bothered by strangers. Understood?
"She can handle herself. You need to back the hell off! She was just standing there and something looked wrong with her so I asked! Sorry for being concerned for someone else. Oh and I don't give a damn if you like me or not – you can wait in the back of the line just like everyone else who's waiting for me to give a damn.
"Hmph, how original. I don't care for your childish insults and god-awful come backs. You're not from around here so don't get close to people here. No one cares if you're here. No one cares if you help. Just do whatever you need to do and leave. You don't have to pester random people like Lyra." Lyra flinched as they continued to attack each other verbally.
"Hey, what's the commotion all about?" A tall man came waltzing into the room, sending a questioning look at everyone. Demyx sighed loudly, turning to the man.
"This girl here looked lost, and now her friend here was just taking her back. Nothing major," Demyx lied straight through her teeth. Lyra grimaced as Silver took a hold of her, practically dragging her out of the building. Lyra couldn't help but stare at Demyx as she left the building. Demyx flashed a smile, and Lyra averted her gaze.
Silver sighed loudly, throwing Lyra's hand down to her side. She gulped as Silver started pacing back and forth, mumbling about how she was "a pain in the ass". Lyra examined Silver as he continued to pace. He looked worried – in the sense of getting his ear chewed off by Ethan. Yet something inside her said something else.
Silver's red eyes met hers and she quickly met the ground. His gaze was too intimidating. He sighed once more.
"Fuckin' finally," Silver spat out as Ethan ran and joined them. Ethan was panting as he looked up at Lyra. His face was flushed from running as he brushed his mouth for any extra spit that might of left his mouth. He stood up straight and breathed out deeply.
"Sorry I'm late guys! I had to help my mom with something, you know?"
"Yeah, fucking wonderful. Here, you watch Lyra now. I'm gonna go do something." Lyra flashed Silver a questioning look. Where was he going? Lyra wanted to ask but she wasn't too keen on being smacked in the face with a harsh insult. She kept to herself as she watched Silver storm off with his Gengar behind him. Ethan tapped Lyra on the shoulder, trying not to make her jump. Lyra turned slightly only to be greeted by his usual friendly smile.
"So, what are you going to do at the festival today? It's been three years since you've last gone, you know?" Lyra sighed lightly and showered her face with the sun's warm rays.
" I-I am just gonna w-walk around for a bit till my m-mom gets here. It's almost twelve. She said she'd be here at twelve. W-wanna walk w-with me?" Ethan smiled and reached for Lyra's hand, taking a firm hold of it and lightly kissed her hand. Lyra squirmed.
"Hah, Happy Hay Day, Lyra"
"Y-Yeah, same to you Ethan," Lyra started walking off with Ethan trailing behind her. She glanced once more up at the warm sun and took in the warm sun rays once again.
End of Chapter 6, Part 2 of 3
