Trapped In the Darkness – Chapter 11
A Pokemon Fanfiction
Arg. Sorry I'm late guys last few weeks have been killer, I swear. I had to bring my list in for next year's classes, have a history test, the usual. -_-;
Anyway, I hope to actually update on Friday this week, because I have it off for "Spring Break", whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. And a half day for Eighth Grade Orientation on Wednesday. :)
Anyway, enjoy this next chapter!
~000~
Green waited until the sun had set before leaving his bedroom, tiptoeing down his steps as he tried to leave, his Pidgeot following dutifully behind him. The Rockets had apparently given back his Pokegear (undoubtedly after copying all the numbers in it) in some way of telling Green to back off. But Green couldn't just back off, they had his precious Eevee and Red still locked up. How could he just abandon them and everyone else?
He had been able to pull off part one of his plan with his Pokegear, now all he had to do was put phase two into action. And this required him to leave his house.
He froze as he heard voices from downstairs, shrinking back against the wall to stay hidden. He put a finger to his lips, facing his Pidgeot automatically to keep it from questioning his actions. The voices of Oak and Daisy met Green's ears as they floated up out of the living room, and Green had no trouble hearing them as they spoke.
"What are we going to do, Grandpa?" Daisy asked. Her voice was tight with worry. "Red and the others are in need of serious help. I've met Gold and Crystal before, and they're such nice people."
Grandpa Oak answered with another humming sound. There was a long pause before Daisy continued speaking, her voice dropped to a whisper.
"You saw what they did to Green. And from what it sounds like you told me, he wasn't one of the trainers they wanted in their team. They won't give up as easily with them."
The Pokemon professor didn't answer and Green clenched his teeth as he stared at the floor. He was well aware of that fact, and he was leaving to go fix the problem! Arceus, couldn't they see that? He was the only one who knew where the base was located for Mew's sake!
Daisy's speech broke through again.
"Grandpa, I don't want Green to kill himself by trying to get them out."
She sounded so close to tears, any minute she'd break and the tears would begin to fall. Green immediately began to regret trying to leave his room and he slumped his shoulders. His throat constricted in grief and he balled his hands into fists, glancing back at his room thoughtfully.
No.
No, he had to do this.
Green took a deep breath as quietly as he could, making his way to his Grandfather's study before going out to the small balcony where Oak kept a few berry pots. Green looked back at the open door, hearing Daisy's quiet voice call his name once before he leaped off the side, his Pidgeot carrying him towards Johto.
~000~
Deep in the cell, there was no sound of talking. Not even Sapphire chattered; she only stared at her fists mournfully like she blamed herself for something.
The trainers sat about, silent for another day in a row. Not even Pearl moved; he had his arms wrapped around his legs as his knees were tucked into his chest. He stared at the floor.
There was no happiness in the cell. Platinum had cried herself to sleep every night before, Diamond and Pearl both trying to calm her before she nodded off on Pearl's shoulder.
The doors opened for a slight second, and before they registered the sound, Shelly had clopped down in her electric blue heels that matched her bandanna, hands on her hips.
She wore no smile. Her eyes were cold, no interest for playing games. They were all business.
"Alright, Red. You know I'm here for you."
The Kanto Champion rose from where he sat next to Silver and Crystal, making his way over to the cell door silently. He stood in front of it, waiting for the Aqua to open the blockade almost patiently.
Something changed in the red-head and a twisted grin plastered its way on her face. "What? No insults? I would have figured any friend of Green would be quick to lash out at his death."
The air grew tense with anger and Red didn't respond verbally. He raised his head slowly, his bangs revealing his eyes as they parted. The glare he sent the Aqua's way was terrifying and his crimson irises flickered with murderous intentions.
The Aqua seemed to immediately regret saying anything, but she flipped her hair nervously over her shoulder to try to hide it. This was unsuccessful and she coughed lightly as she opened the door, shoving Red up the steps as a few more Aqua grunts escorted him. She locked the door behind her and retreated up the steps with him, almost tripping on the third or fourth.
The door was shut before any noise was heard deep in the cell.
"Bitch," Gold muttered darkly. This time Crystal didn't smack him, she bobbed her head in agreement slowly. Silver still seemed shocked by the whole ordeal; he was still staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face.
The noise had woken up Platinum, and now she looked ready to cry again. Pearl and Diamond exchanged frantic glances to try to fix the problem before it started. Pearl debated something before he put an arm around her, rubbing her back soothingly. She seemed to calm considerably, and she rested her head back on his shoulder before closing her eyes.
There was a slow murmur before it was broken by a single voice.
"How... how could they have killed him?" N whispered. He looked pale, and there was an air of disbelief in his voice. "There was no way he could have... No. There couldn't have been a way. He can't be dead." N seemed to be slightly comforted by this sentence. He was holding his head as it rested on his knees, staring at the ground like something needed to be studied.
Black stood abruptly. He looked enraged. "Didn't you see him, N? He was dead! Stone cold dead! There was no possible was he could have survived whatever they put him through!"
Platinum burst into tears again and Diamond and Pearl sent glares in Black's direction, but the young Champion just glared back. N stood and put a hand on Blacks shoulder, and immediately Black's face contorted with grief like it was a reaction to N's touch. He covered his face with his hands, falling back against the wall as support.
"We're next. We either do what they want or die. It's as simple as that," he said, his voice close to breaking. The others in the room tensed at the statement, but then relaxed in thought.
White sighed, wrapping a comforting arm around his waist and laying her head on her friend's shoulder. "We can't do that, Black. You know that."
"I could just as easily go back to my father and ask him for my job back, but do you think I'll do that?" The room seemed startled by Silver's voice, but they turned to see him with his arms crossed and out of his trance. He curled his lip in disgust. "He'd probably tell me to get on my hands and knees and beg, kissing his shoes."
Gold wrinkled his nose, sticking his tongue out. "Ew."
Silver looked back at Gold, a questioning look on his face. He nodded. "Uh, yeah. Ew."
Black looked up indignantly, his brown eyes harsh. "Well, of course I'm not going to give in to those assholes." His eyes turned softer and he looked at the floor. "I wouldn't abandon Unova and the title of Champion by doing something like that."
This statement silenced the room, the only audible thing being Platinum's crying hiccups.
She stifled her sobs after a second and stood up. Her eyes, besides being puffy, looked determined and she smiled softly. "That's true. I'm not going to sit here being a crybaby all night. I'm sorry guys." She crossed the cell and stood next to Black, taking his hand. She held her hand out to Sapphire in an offering fashion. "Champions stick together, right?"
Sapphire grinned and stood, grabbing Gold roughly as she did and grabbed Platinum's hand gently. Gold let out a cry of surprise as he was dragged by his arm and he fell face first into the dust, but got up after a second and followed them all.
"I've only met you guys a couple of weeks ago, but it feels like we've been friends for a long time," Sapphire said, grinning. "I'd seriously flip some shit if anything happened to any of you." She dropped her smile, her expression dark. "They'll pay for what they did to Green."
Ruby butted in worriedly. "Now, now, Sapph. We can't hurt them."
Sapphire pouted. "But why not?" She let go of her fellow Champions' hands and crossed her arms. Platinum sniffed and smiled again in light amusement.
"Because we'd be no better then they are, Sapphire," she murmured. She also let go of Black's hand and made her way to the window. "We just have to keep hope. No one threw it outside the window yet."
"Yeah!" Gold said excitedly, pumping his fist energetically. "Keeping hope sounds fucking awesome!"
The expected slap followed Gold's cussing, Crystal sighing in exhaustion. Gold didn't yelp this time, he was too busy entertaining himself with his thought process of "keeping hope."
The others nodded. This was a good plan. Keep hope.
If only they knew.
~000~
Green landed in Ecruteak City after a little bit of flying. Stretching his sore limbs, he yawned and made his way to the Kimono Dance Theater, pausing before entering the house.
"Hey, guys. Sorry I'm- WAH!"
He was greeted with Whitney tackle-hugging him. The duo fell onto the floor as the other gym leaders sat on cushions around a table graciously provided by the Kimono Girls.
"Green!"
"Fucking cripes, get off of-"
Green fell into a coughing fit as Whitney helped him up, and he ceased after a second. "Whoa, Green! I really thought you were done for a bit ago! You made me so worried!" The pink haired gym leader said, her voice fluctuating from high-pitched to normal with every word.
Green grimaced. "Jeez, thanks, Whitney. I'm not really sure how to respond to that, though."
Whitney smiled brightly, showing her teeth. "It's okay! Nobody else does either, so that's not new to me or anything."
Green raised an eyebrow and made his way to the table, sitting down next to Blaine and across from Clair. Nobody else was in the ascending order of their gym levels, however. Faulkner and Janine still arguing about who's father was the best Pokemon trainer a prime example.
They all quieted slightly when Green took his seat. When he counted the missing seats at the table he scowled.
"Okay, where the hell is Morty?" Green asked, pinching the bridge of his nose irritably. Clair sniffed, shrugging as she looked away from the Viridian leader. He threw up his hands in exasperation. "He fucking lives in this town and he's still late!"
The door opened and the ghost-type trainer made his way into the room, the usual relaxed smile on his face. His eyes moved to rest on Green for a slight moment as he made his way to his seat. "I am not late, I was simply with the spirits again. They were merely directing me in the way of the Dance Studio when they had finished speaking," he said calmly.
Green rolled his eyes but nodded understandingly. He still had nightmares about rotting hands and being buried alive in Pokemon Tower, and he believed it was because of his actions and attitude he had kept while he was visiting. He shuddered.
"We will be receiving visitors soon," Morty added. His presence at the table caused many of the others to retreat to another seat. Janine went to go sit next to Jasmine and Sabrina, and Erika replaced Janine in sitting next to Faulkner. The young bird-type gym leader responded to Morty by rested his head on his elbow, looking bored.
"Can you see who they are yet?" he asked, obviously not expecting much of an answer.
Morty looked up at the ceiling, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. "No..."
Blaine and Pryce sighed in unison, the fire-type gym leader muttering something about the "good old days" and "young people".
Green kept glancing at the door worriedly, and Sabrina patted the table to get his attention. He looked back over to her, tilting his head in question.
"Do not worry," she said. "They're not any Rockets." She put a finger over her lips in a thoughtful expression, suddenly unsure. "I can't tell who they are either, though."
Green stood up abruptly, turning so the others couldn't see his face. "It's not just Rockets I'm worried about. They could be Aquas, Plasmas, Galactics..." He trailed off, taking a deep breath before turning back to the assembled Gym Leaders quickly before Green began pacing. "Anyway, we need to figure out how to get the Champions out of containment."
Lt. Surge stood up and smacked Green on the back, Green wincing in pain slightly. The electric-type leader took off his shades (in which Green didn't know why he had them on in the first place, it was nighttime), brushing them off on his camouflage pants before putting them on Green rather forcefully.
"What the hell?" Green asked, his hands flying to his face to pull off the glasses.
"Damn kid. Calm down," he muttered. Surge grinned mischievously. "We're here to protect you if you need savin'."
Green scowled, crossing his arms without bothering to remove the glasses. His Pidgeot chirped beside him, nuzzling his waist comfortingly.
There was a knock at the door.
"They're here," Morty murmured, closing his eyes.
Green cringed, but was ready to call out his Pidgeot when Misty stopped him. She raised an eyebrow as she pursed her lips, putting a hand on her waist. "A little paranoid there, Green?"
Brock got up from his seat and reached the door. "I'll get it." He twisted the nob lightly, and pulled the door back before smiling. "Well, what do you know."
Green's eyes widened as the five trainers entered. Four were male, one was female. The first male with dark red hair looked over, smirking as he saw Green.
"So, were you expecting us?"
Clair brightened considerably, even though her expression didn't change. "Lance, you're here!"
The Ex-Champion grinned. "We all are."
He motioned to his right to the other Ex-Champions. Steven and Wallace from Hoenn, Cynthia from Sinnoh, and Alder from Unova stood beside him.
Cynthia smiled, winking. "Are you ready to go get the Champions, Mister Ex-Kanto?"
~000~
Well what do you know. More people.