You'll love the beginning...and hate the cliffhanger. :3
Enjoy~
"—ck you!"
"Now now, that's not very polite talk."
Gold groaned and stirred. His head felt heavy and he still felt tired. It had been so nice, sleeping blissfully. But Silver had woken him up, shouting at someone. He blinked blurry eyes and yawned, thinking, Can't they at least keep it down? Then the rush of confusing emotions left from when he had been knocked out came back and he gasped, jolting against something. He found himself tied to a tree, like how he had found Silver. But unlike then, these were vines, not ropes, and there was no Scizor at his throat. He felt dried blood on his neck from where the poacher had cut him.
"Ah, thank you, Xatu," he heard the poacher say and noticed the psychic Pokémon sitting in front of him, staring. It fluttered its feathers and moved away. "Gold, would you like to speak to Silver?"
Gold took in his surroundings. It was the same stinking clearing where Lance had died! Trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach, he noted how panicked and relieved Silver looked simultaneously, and how smug the poacher was.
Suddenly he was saying, "Why'd you trade me like that?" He felt like coughing, it felt so weird; he hadn't made his body say that! What was going on?
Silver looked so sad. "I didn't mean to," he murmured. "I figured…Very selfishly, I know, I figured you'd be okay with it because otherwise I would be dead."
I am, Gold tried to say, but instead he replied, "I'm not. Why would you do that?" He felt his head jerk in the direction of the poacher, in an indicatory movement. "Why don't I just join Zack here?"
"Zack?" Silver choked out, glancing at the poacher. "Is that…Is that really what you want, Gold?"
NO! But his mouth betrayed him again. "Yes." Feeling very lost, Gold examined Silver's eyes desperately. Then he narrowed his gaze.
The normally silver and white orbs were tinted red.
After that, he noticed the whole world was shaded red very faintly. A pulsating, hypnotic red.
I'm still being controlled by Xatu! he exclaimed silently, delighted by his epiphany. Then his excitement drained. How do I stop it? How do I show him I'm lying?
Silver sighed. He had apparently been thinking while Gold struggled. "Ok," he murmured. "I'll let you go. Give back my friend's Meganium, poacher Zack. I'll leave."
The poacher cracked a wicked grin. "Oh, no, Silver," he cackled. "You're BOTH coming with me."
Silver frowned. "What're you talking about?" he snapped.
"Team Rocket's new head honcho requires your presence," the man snickered.
The redhead looked appalled. Gold panicked and thought of a solution to his muteness. He bit his tongue, hard, then cried out in pain and started coughing as blood spurted out.
"Gold!" Silver shouted urgently. He took a step forward, then the poacher was suddenly over by Gold, a nasty look on his face, holding his knife to Gold's throat again. Silver swore violently.
"Piss on you," Gold informed the poacher hoarsely.
Zack laughed. "And to you too, for breaking Xatu's spell," he said with an eerie grin.
Silver grabbed a Pokéball, but stopped when Gold yelped, blood beginning to trickle down his neck from the new cut.
"Damn you, stop that!" Gold growled.
Zack laughed, more nervously this time, but he was watching Silver. "Don't touch one Pokémon," he said.
Gold met Silver's eyes. Don't worry, he tried to tell his boyfriend. I'll be fine. Do it.
The worry in Silver's eyes said he had understood. I can't let you be hurt, they said. Not after what I've done.
I won't die, Gold replied silently. He wants me, for some freaky reason. Just do it. He noticed Silver still looked hesitant, so he decided to give the redhead a push. He ignored the blade pressing further into his wound and leaned over, burying his teeth in the poacher's wrist.
"Shit!" the enemy swore, pushing Gold's head back into the tree trunk with his free hand, escaping the bite. He turned to Gold completely and pressed the blade deep into Gold's neck, making him hiss in pain as his blood began to run faster. "I'll make you pay for that!" the man snapped angrily.
Suddenly, the guy was gone. Silver had sent out Feraligatr and the Pokémon had grabbed the Rocketeer from behind and yanked him away.
Xatu came out of its hiding place in the trees and landed in front of the gator Pokémon, opening its wings and mouth as it sought to transfix the other.
Gold felt a shift and looked down, wincing as it put pressure on his battered throat.
Sneasel glanced up at him as it silently took the vines between its claws and sliced through them easily. Gold fell to his knees as he was freed and put a hand to his neck, shuddering at the slick feeling of his own life fluid. He tore some of his sleeve off and had Sneasel cool it, then wrapped it around his neck and tied it, cringing.
Silver suddenly shouted, bringing his attention back to the battle. The poacher was free and facing the redhead. Feraligatr was sitting, dazed from Xatu's hypnosis.
Xatu hissed at the Murkrow flying around, which was cackling at the Xatu's helplessness as it pecked at the Pokémon every so often.
Gold staggered to his feet, Sneasel chirping at him worriedly. He felt at his belt and growled in frustration when he found all of his Pokéballs missing. "Sneasel, go find my Pokémon," he ordered Silver's partner.
The dark-type nodded and darted off.
Gold ran at Zack from behind and jumped on him.
The poacher grunted, stumbling forward, then started trying to pull Gold off. He even pulled out his knife again and slashed at Gold's hands.
The trainer clung on desperately until the knife came too close to his face. He jumped free, clutching his bleeding hand, and backed away hurriedly.
Feraligatr had recovered by now and grabbed the poacher from behind again. The Rocketeer cried out in frustration. He pulled out a Pokéball and was about to send it, but Silver jumped up and snatched it away. Zack cursed and grabbed for another one.
Gold by now had his phone out and was calling the police, grimacing as he wiped blood off the screen from his hands.
"Hello, this is emergency services. What's the problem?"
"Hi, we're being attack in the forest," Gold blurted out. He almost continued rambling, but the operator interrupted him.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"In a forest off of Route 29 near New Bark Town," Gold answered urgently. "Not very far in."
"Alright, there are officers on the way," she replied. "What's the situation?"
"Umm, I have no Pokémon, my boyfriend's Pokémon has the guy held up, but it won't last long now, and it's the Rocket poacher," Gold rattled off.
"Ok, please hold," she said and went away.
Gold wanted to scream at her that he couldn't hold, he was running out of time! The poacher squirmed free of Feraligatr and backed away until he was almost in the trees, one eye closed because the Pokémon had slashed his face. He pointed at the gator and ordered, "Xatu, hypnosis!"
As the battle got heated, the operator returned. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Gold!" he shouted. "Gold of New Bark Town."
"Gold, please stay on the line with me," she said calmly.
"I can't, I need to help Silver," Gold growled, unconsciously closing his free hand into a fist, making his wounds sting. He felt warm liquid seeping down his neck and put a hand to his wound. "I'm injured quite badly, too."
"You can't help him without Pokémon, and especially if you're injured," she answered. "Just hang in there, police will arrive soon."
Gold felt something tug on his pant leg and looked down.
Sneasel chittered at him, surrounded by Gold's Pokémon.
Gold grinned at them. "Hey, guys. Typhlosion, go scorch that Xatu!"
As he obeyed, the operator queried, "Typhlosion?"
"My friend's Pokémon brought mine," he explained, feeling a lot less helpless. "So, thanks, bye!"
"Wait-!" she shouted, but he closed the phone. Sorry, ma'am, I need to focus. Gold looked over at his other Pokémon: Pichu, Politoed, Mantine, Aipom, and Togekiss.
He sighed and said, "Sneasel, go guard Silver. Pichu, watch my back. Politoed, go give Feraligatr some backup. Mantine, go circle above the trees. Togekiss, stay here and heal the injured."
As they went to comply, Xatu let out a piercing screech of pain and frustration, wing burned by Typhlosion. The fire Pokémon was about to crisp the psychic Pokémon, but Gold shouted, "Don't kill it!"
Typhlosion cut off the flame it had been building up and instead breathed out a screen of smoke onto Xatu, making it confused and dizzy.
The poacher had sent out his other Pokémon. Two of them were Meganium and the red Gyarados. They had a glowing black chain around their necks, and their eyes faintly glowed the same color. His other Pokémon were a Houndoom, a Dragonite with the same black chain, and a familiar Scizor.
Gold didn't want to hurt the captive Pokémon, but the moment the Dragonite came flying at him, instinct and practice won out, and he shouted, "Pichu, Thunder!"
Pichu ran forward and charged up, sparks flying from its cheeks, then ran under Dragonite and acted as a lightning rod, attracting the electricity down from the sky.
Dragonite snarled as it got hit by Thunder, but it was tough, and it circled around to fly at Pichu again, teeth bared.
Suddenly, it pulled up and looked over its shoulder at the poacher, whining in confusion.
Gold looked over also and saw that Silver and Zack were fighting over a black Pokéball.
A poaching ball.
Sneasel scrambled up Silver's body and onto his arm then raised its blade. The poacher shouted, "No!" right as the point came down.
The Pokéball shattered. The Dragonite bellowed in pain as the black chain on it constricted, then disintegrated. The Pokémon shook off then bared its teeth at the Scizor and went for it in a fury.
The poacher shouted angrily and lunged for Sneasel. The Pokémon slashed at his face as Silver lurched backwards to get away.
Gold let out a yelp of pain as Meganium, who he had forgotten about, sent a storm of razor-edged leaves at Gold and Pichu. He fell down onto the grass to avoid the leaves. Pichu ran towards Meganiu, and hit it with a Thunderbolt.
Gold stood and shouted, "Pichu, keep it busy!" Then he turned and ran towards the poacher. He didn't see the trainer coming, so Gold just looked over his belt from a safe distance, then snatched away the two other poaching balls he could see.
The poacher snarled and turned on Gold, an almost feral look on his face.
Startled, Gold stumbled backwards, away from the threat, and tripped. The poacher bore down on him and he closed his eyes.
LOTS of action prose...Feel free to critique the hell out of it, I probably need it. I tried to avoid overload on it, because I know I personally get tired when the action scenes in writing are ridiculously long, but...it was kind of called for here. Sorry if there are little mistakes, I'm kind of in a rush at the moment.
The action got long enough that now the story looks to be about 12 or 13 chapters instead of 11.
Plllleeeeeaaaaaase check out my other stories, some of which I'm putting up tonight. One is Originalshipping one-shot. =3 Just sayin'~
Thanks for reading, peeps.