Ch. 10 The Past part 2
(8 and 7 months old)
It had been about a year or so since I was saved by Jacob. I didn't think about it often because of the aftermath. I survived this entire time without meeting anyone, human or pokemon. However, I've been feeling like something's following me. I decided to not worry about it because I couldn't stop it even if I tried. I only had the knife that Gardevoir gave me. The blade wasn't rusted because I had recently cleaned it. As I inspected it, I did notice that its edge wasn't as sharp as it used to be. I'm guessing the use has dulled the blade. When I put the blade down I noticed a pair of crimson red eyes right in front of me. I was paying so much attention to the knife that a Gardevoir was able to get in my face. Next thing I knew. I was forced to sleep by hypnosis.
(Few hours later)
When I came to, I was tied to a chair. I frantically looked around to see where I was. Behind me were two Lucario standing guard. The room I was in was completely made of metal but the walls were rusted a bit on the corners. Over head, there was a light dangling from the ceiling. In front of me was a large metal door. I struggled to get out.
"Stop struggling," I heard one of the Lucario say.
I froze before looking at them, "D-did you just..?" I choked on the last word.
"Talk? Is that what your gonna ask?" The Lucario grinned.
I nodded but never got an answer because the metal door opened. A Gardevoir walked in carrying my bag with a Throh carrying a folding table and chair behind her. The Throh set the table right in front of me with the chair. With a bow, he left as the Gardevoir took the seat.
I sighed and whispered to myself, "This is getting old. Why always Gardevoirs?".
"Because," The Gardevoir said in a beautiful voice that shocked me, "We're in charge and there's more of us than most other pokemon." She told me.
I could feel my heart racing, 'What do they want from me? From this set up, its not a prison cell.' I wondered.
The Gardevoir stared at me for a moment before finally breaking the silence, "Not going to ask anything?" She asked.
"Like what? Isn't me asking 'why am I here?' kind of generic? I was hoping you'd just tell me." I explained.
I saw her grin before saying, "So, you don't like generic. How's this? I can see your entire life in your eyes. As a psychic type I can see your past and future. It's quite sad. Your so smart yet dumb. Do you honestly believe you'll marry a human female?".
I was shocked but didn't want to show it, "Yes," I answered quickly.
She started laughing smacking the table once, "Silly boy, we own this world. You humans are our bitches. You only exist because we allow it and you will die when we demand it!" She yelled.
I looked away only to be smacked on the back of the head, "Look at her human." One of the Lucario's growled.
I focused back on her, "I will ask this. How can you all speak?" I asked.
Her grin became twisted as she stared at me, "How do you think?" She asked.
I swallowed hard and looked away again. Her stare was making me uneasy. I was hit again by the Lucario but didn't look at her. Angry, the Lucario smacked my chest with the back of his hand. The spike stabbed into me easily and was ripped out as he pulled back his hand. The spike glistened in the light from my blood. I was hunched forward panting as my heart beat quickened with the blood flow. I felt a tear develop as I looked at the Gardevoir hatefully.
I watched her grin widened as she said, "Good boy. Since you probably don't know, we can speak your language because of one thing. Interspecies breeding. Our fathers are humans. Over the course of two or three generations, we were able to learn your language fluently. Not to mention how much fun it is." She winked at me.
I got angry, "Its only fun for you because your a bunch of perverted psychos!" I yelled.
She laughed, "Ah. How typical. Another human male with 'morals' to only bang his species. Since you don't know, I specialize in mental modifications." she told me.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
She got up and went around the table to sit on my lap. She caressed my cheek much to my dismay.
She kissed my forehead and whispered, "It means I can change how you think. By using my psychic influence, I can change how you feel about pokemon. Of course, the process takes time but its inevitable. Eventually, all you'll want is a Gardevoir in your bed." She explained.
Her eyes started to glow and I saw an image of her naked on a bed, "I'm too young for that!" I yelled.
She laughed hysterically, "That is a first! I'm sorry, I'm so used to older subjects that I usually hear, 'Ew! That's gross!'. How old are you?" She asked.
"Eight. Almost nine." I answered.
She frowned, "Well that's no fun. Hm..." She raised an hand.
As her eyes started to glow, so did her fingers, "What are you doing?" I asked.
Her fingers poked my forehead, "Done. Your doomed," she told me.
After poking my forehead, I was hit with a splitting headache. It was so bad I didn't even hear her.
"W-what... urg... Did you do to me?" I asked.
She healed my chest wound, "I infected you with my psychic infusion. Your conversion doesn't have to be over night. You won't even remember this conversation but I'll explain anyway. Over time you will progress towards our sexuality. You will love a Gardevoir. When? That's the big question. We won't know until we find out. See ya." With that explanation, she got up and left.
The head ache was starting to hurt more as one of the Lucarios grabbed my shoulder. I looked at him just in time to get knocked out from a punch.
(The next day)
When I woke up, I found myself at a camp. I couldn't remember anything after seeing red eyes in front of my face. Was it just a dream? I looked in my bag and noticed something was in it that shouldn't have been. A bag of berries. I tried my hardest to remember if anything did happen but gave up. I felt fine, I wasn't thinking differently. Plus, a bag of berries counts as free food. Why should I complain? I got up and quickly fell over holding my chest. I pulled on the hem of my chest to find no wound there but it still hurt a bit. Suddenly, the pain was gone. I pressed on it and felt nothing but my flesh. Today was starting to freak me out. I didn't want to stay here anymore, so I ran off after putting my backpack on.
(few months later)(Nine years old)
I spent the last month in the middle of a forest. It was relatively quiet and had a lot of fruits and berries. While exploring I even found a tent to use for my mini camp. I was out scavenging when I heard fighting happen nearby. When I got to the area there was a tape recorder sitting on the floor. With a blank face I knew I had fallen for a trap. The Pistol hitting the back of my head said it all.
"Arms behind your back." A female voice told me.
I did as she said and felt rope tied around my arms. I felt the back of my knees kicked as I was pushed to the floor.
They roughly tied my legs, "Hey! Don't be so rough!" I complained.
"Shut up." the girl ordered.
I sighed as I felt them tugging a rope. I heard multiple footsteps as I was dragged facedown wherever they were taking me. At one point, I was knocked out when another person kicked me in the face. When I came too, I was untied in a cage.
Depressed, I curled into a ball and muttered, "Happy birthday to me..." bitterly.
I heard the cage get hit as a girl ran a metal pole against the bars. I was so groggy that I couldn't see her features at all. I only remember her voice.
"You awake yet?" She asked impatiently.
I frowned, "Yeah."
"Good. Get up, we got a little deal to make with you." She told me.
I got up and stretched, "What's the deal?" I asked.
A man came from behind her, "We're going to sell you to some rich piece of shit. He thinks your going to be too afraid to fight back. So what we are going to do is this. As soon as we get the money, you cap that bitch in the dome. Got it?" he asked.
I nodded, "Sounds easy enough. Can I go free with my stuff afterwards?" I asked.
"Sure. Just remember. In the head." He told me while waving a gun at his head.
(one hour later)
The people who kidnapped me had my arms tied behind my back and a bag over my head. I could barely see through it, let alone breath. Since I couldn't see very well, their appearance were still unknown to me. It kind of annoyed me but as long as I cooperate, they'll let me go... I hope. As we walked, I felt a gun get placed in my shorts. I tried to turn my head to see who did it but I almost tripped. The person behind me helped keep me steady by grabbing my shirt. When I got back to walking normally I felt whoever helped me pat my back. I nodded in response and felt whoever it was loosen the rope around my wrists. If I pull my arms I can feel it loosen. I think I understood the plan. By breaking out of the rope, I can grab the gun and shoot whoever is buying me. When we reached the meeting area I accidentally walked into whoever was in front of me. The person behind me grabbed my shoulder.
"Try to act scared." The guy behind me whispered.
I started shivering and whimpering as I heard a few people walking towards us. The bag over my head was taken off. The light blinded me for a second before my vision refocused. In front of me must of been the man who'll buy me. Remembering my instructions, I pretended to cry and shiver in fear. The man looked to be 6 foot 1 with shiny black swept hair, a chubby face with a bushy black mustache. He was obviously overweight due to his suit having to be unbuttoned a bit to allow his stomach to protrude without restriction. His suit was black with a white cloth hanging out from a chest pocket over the right of his chest. His suit was spotless, like it was cleaned everyday. On both of his hands were various gold rings with different gemstones on his fingers. His dress pants were just like his suit, black and spotless. Heck, even his dress shoes were clean and polished!
Letting my depression crack, I made a tear develop, "So this is who I'm buying?" He asked in a scratchy deep voice.
The man who talked to me when I was in the cell answered him, "Yes. How much will you give us? He's young and probably energetic when he isn't crying like a bitch."
I freed my hands and reached for the gun but when I grabbed it the worst case scenario happened. I dropped the damn gun. Only the people behind me noticed luckily and I glanced at the fat guy's pockets. In his left pocket was a shiny polished black pistol. I just had to wait for my chance as I kept acting scared.
"Hm. I will give you a full med kit, 3 chocolate bars and an entire campset." he offered.
"Deal." The guy behind me accepted.
I was getting nervous as one of the fat guy's bodyguards brought over the payment. As he walked back to be behind the fat guy nothing happened. I expected them to start shooting but they didn't. I decided I had to do something so I did the least expected thing. I grabbed and pulled out my 'masters' gun and shot him in the leg. As I did, the bodyguards turned to shoot me. I expected to get shot to death only to hear gunshots behind me. The bodyguards dropped to the floor dead leaving the fat guy injured. He held his bleeding leg and looked at me in fear.
I felt so superior and said, "Please. Did you really think I was afraid of you? Pathetic."
I raised the gun and shot him in the head. His mouth went agape as blood poured down his face. His body made one violent spasm before dropping and letting out his final breathe. I turned to face my kidnappers and finally saw what they looked like. It was interesting to say the least. The oldest was only 16 years old. The only girl there was only about 13 or 14 and the guy that was behind me is only 15. The 16 year old was 5 foot 9 with dark brown long hair. His face was very narrow with a bit of a mustache forming. His lips were scarred a bit with his front teeth being broken. He wore a torn up short sleeved grey t-shirt that had cuts all over it. His shorts were jeans but the bottom half were cut off to make shorts. On his feet was just tape wrapped around a block of wood to act as shoes. Seeing what he wore on his shoes made my feet hurt, a lot. For the girl, she had short black hair with the front of her hair being blue and red. Her face was very clean, cute and honestly pretty hot. Well... I should think of her as hot but... I didn't find her attractive? That's weird. She had a petite body wearing a blue tank top with a leather jacket over it. She had blue gloves on and light blue torn skinny jeans with sandals on. When I looked at her eyes, they were grey. As for the guy who was behind me, he had dark skin who stood at 5 foot 8. His hair was black and braided with no visible facial hair on his face. His eyes were brown with patches of dark skin on his cheeks. His body was a bit muscular but not much more than the 16 year old. He wore a white t-shirt with a red bandana tied around his right bicep. His shorts were black with jets of white and had black and orange sneakers on. They looked interesting to say the least or if your mean, like a bunch of green horns.
The 16 year old approached me as the other two searched the dead bodies, "Thanks for the help." He said much to my surprise.
"No problem. Can I leave with my stuff now?" I asked.
"Hm. You handled everything well, would you like to join us?" He asked.
"No offense but no. Every time I join a group they end up dead." I answered.
Well that only happened once but it's believable, "But we'll have a much higher chance of survival if we stick together." he told me.
I laughed and said, "I don't even know your name."
He laughed back, "To be fair, I don't know yours either and I still invited you." he replied.
I shrugged, "Eh. Might as well. You didn't kill me and didn't let that guy take me. So, I'll give you a benefit of a doubt." I responded.
He gave me an interested look, "You speak like an adult." he commented.
I sighed, "I get that a lot." I said simply.
"My name is Casey. The girl is Symphony and the other guy is Tony." Casey told me.
"My name is Rui." I replied.
Symphony came over with a backpack and said, "We searched them thoroughly."
"What did you find?" Casey asked.
Tony answered him after walking over, "Everything we need for our journey." he told us.
"Journey?" I asked.
"We're traveling north. We've been hearing rumors that there's an actual human city. They get attacked every so often but still stand. There are bandit camps around it that even protect it." Casey explained.
"That sounds farfetched." I replied unimpressed.
"Hey, its worth a shot. We have to travel anyways." Casey reasoned.
"That is true. Alright. I'll stick with you guys." I told them.
"Should we go back to our hide out?" Casey asked.
"No good. That fat bastard had some of his guards go there to 'welcome us'." Tony told him.
"Not to mention these guys trade over humans to get protection from pokemon." Symphony reported.
"Protection? I thought pokemon wanted to kill us all." I replied.
"Some do and some don't. The ones that don't aren't any better then the ones that do. They're all monsters. The world would be better off without them." Symphony said with the end mostly to herself.
I looked down until my backpack was given to me. When I looked in it I had food, water and three pistols. One of which was the fat bastard's. I don't know how, but he was rich from the way he looked. He must've stolen a lot of items that made him wealthy in this world. The pistol had a full clip in each. 15 bullets making 45 shots in total. When I put on the backpack, it was really heavy but I soldiered on. Casey led the way with me, Symphony and Tony close behind him. If there is a human city left, we have to risk it. Who knows, maybe it'll help us to retake the world.