Soul : Frightened Partnership

I pressed my hand into his, squeezing it to silently tell him I was here. He reached down to pick up his pokeball, then turned to me. He placed his hands over my cheeks, and pressed his thumbs on my eyelids, pushing down so my make up would run. His hand found mine again as I opened my eyes.

"I need you to scream." He whispered to me. I frowned, but realised what should have been going on in here. We'd been quiet a while. He pressed his other hand to my mouth and nodded. I breathed in through my nose, filling my lungs and nodded to him. He winced away in preparation, and I rang out like a siren.

The way it echoed in this small dressing room, no wonder Silver recoiled from me. His hands snapped away from me, and it made it worse. Of course they would hear it outside, they jeered and shouted crude words as Silver suddenly -in the only way I can describe- tackled me. His shoulder slammed into my stomach, forcing my scream to stop and an arm wrapped around me as he lifted me to flop over. I suddenly heard him slam a foot into the door, and realised what he was doing. We'd have to work on his communication issues, I wasn't psychic...

Playing along, I flailed my legs slightly and thumped at his back, light enough to not hurt him, but enough to make a sound on his hollow ribs. I was uncomfortable, but I held myself so I could breath and scream; "No! No, no please!" Several times over. The two grunts tried to help him as I clung to a door, and I managed to boot one in the face. Good. I hope it hurt. I could feel Silver laugh quietly under me. I swore at one of them, using words I hadn't uttered once in my life, but I felt it was necessary to today. It made Silver laugh harder.

He began sprinting up the stairs, faster than I thought possible with me adding weight, and I could barely breathe. "Can't you put me down?" I finally managed to let out, but he hushed me quickly as a couple of grunts went past us, looking at us funny but saying nothing.

As soon as we were out of the underground, he dropped me with no compassion, took my wrist and began running.

"Should we call the police?" I panted as he led me somewhere.

He shook his head; "They'll block us off, we have to get in there as soon as we can."

"Where is there, precisely?" I retorted, sceptical about this whole scheme he'd apparently come up with in a matter of minutes.

He rose an eyebrow at me, but then answered; "The Radio Tower."

Ahh, of course! It was so obvious once he'd said it. They'd been testing radio signals for the big one. Hence why I'd managed to trace them back to Goldenrod.

We didn't have to do much to get into the building, but the receptionist had disappeared, only to be found tied up and chucked on her side. I tugged in her direction, but Silver tugged back; "We'll have to help her later, we have to stop them now or we won't get past."

"But she-"

"Soul!" He yelled at me, letting go and running towards the stairs, a grunt was standing in his way, but he tackled him to the floor before I could blink. They struggled a bit, until he released his Sneasel and it smacked the grunt over the head with its claw. He was out cold and crumpled to the floor.

"Silver!" I hissed, chasing after him. He continued to climb as I growled; "I really don't like the fact you just used a pokemon on a human!"

"They certainly weren't thinking of your feelings when they were going to rape you." He barked back, glaring at me with hatred and disgust. Not at me, but the image of what could have happened. I paled, I had managed to block that image out, but he'd said it so bluntly, and I felt physically sick.

"Soul?"

I shook my head, fighting the nausea; "Just keep going." I ordered, pushing at his shoulder. He nodded, then turned to his Sneasel and ordered it to be ready.

I took out a pokeball, ready to defend myself too as we reached the next floor. I scanned the room, a group of grunts sat around the table hadn't noticed us yet. A girl in the corner huddled around her fainted Jigglypuff. It seemed to have taken out quite a few people before it gave in though, as many were asleep around her. She stared at me with frightened eyes, and I met her with my own scared look and nodded gently to her. She slowly nodded back and then looked to her pokemon.

"Sneaaaas!"

A freezing cold blizzard billowed around the room, forming ice around several grunts to stop them from attacking. The ones further behind them had to run around, releasing pokemon that were far stronger than the usual Zubat and Ekans. Ariana had clearly prepared them.

I backed up, and Silver did too, standing across me to protect me. Only I bumped into someone before I hit the stairs, and they took my wrist. The strong hands spun me around and had me twisted awkwardly enough to squeal in pain.

"Miss me, sweetie?"

I shuddered, opening my eyes to see the grunt I'd kicked. He still had blood dribbling from his nose, browning liquid running to his lips. I decided to make him hurt more, thrusting my knee forward and leaving him to coil around himself and topple down the stairs. Fortunately for him, a few more grunts had been there to catch him, and he advanced on me again.

Stepping back again, I came back to back with Silver, who didn't move. "We're going to have to take them all out." I muttered, counting those on my side, about six. I guessed Silver's side would be roughly the same.

I flicked my pokeball, and Flo stood before me. She roared defensively, stepping one leg back, ready to pounce. Her red patches glowed, and sharp, controlled flames burst out into a spiky collar. They released far weaker pokemon than the second floor grunts, which could only mean this task would get tougher.

A hand took mine as I shuddered, and he squeezed gently to assure me.

"Blizzard!" He barked angrily, setting off into his battle. He wasn't releasing a second pokemon, so he obviously knew it was best not to yet. I grinned at his determination, and called; "Flamethrower!"

The Zubat managed to fly away, but two of the three Ekans took the attack, unable to evade.

"Swift." I shouted, throwing my hand up to the flying types. One was struck critically, and fainted instantly, but the other two managed to fly. I reeled out more orders, and eventually managed to help Silver with his tougher team. Flo and Sneasel had barely broken a sweat, they weren't very good tactical trainers, only good because of their numbers. Silver turned to me; "Ready?"

I nodded eagerly, we could do this. Ethan would be alright. I looked to Flo, who smiled, baring her sharp teeth as her collar began burning brighter than it had ever done before.

"What is she doing?" I asked, my eyes widening, but then squinting as her flames grew brighter. I fumbled for my pokedex, and faintly managed to see that she had learnt Blast Burn.

Silver nodded, smirking as he shielded his eyes. "Let's go." He said, turning for the next flight of stairs.

Flo stopped and dropped to all four legs as she ran after me. Sneasel ran ahead, ready to do as before.

Only that tactic wouldn't work, they'd seen what had happened, and a Houndoom was ready to counter that. Flo blocked the flamethrower with her own, and we set off into battle again. She stood in front of Sneasel, and I cried; "Blast burn!"

May as well try it now, I decided. She began glowing, blinding all but us, who were hidden behind a dark type. Sneasel looked to Silver, who muttered; "Blizzard."

As Flo charged up, the ice type attacked the four pokemon in front of us; The Houndoom resisted naturally, a Golbat dropped to the floor, but struggled upwards. The Arbok wasn't taking things to well and a Gloom fainted immediately. Flo finished all but the Houndoom with her attack, and Sneasel finished up with a slash across the canine pokemon.

I strode over to the grunts, Flo at my side and glared at each of them one at a time to show I meant business. "Where's Ethan?" I bellowed, but none of them responded. In the corner of my eye, Silver appeared and walked up to one. He took the grunt's collar and shoved him against the wall. "Petrel?" He asked, and the terrified grunt's eyes flashed over to a room. I had Flo rolling and bursting into a flame wheel before Silver had dropped the young man.

The door did not hold us back, and Petrel looked quite shocked at our break in. He noticed who we were, and smirked. "Nice to see you again."

"Where's Ethan?" I repeated, clenching my fists. He looked at them, then back to my face; "Who's that then?"

"Flo!" I screamed, coming to break down point. The way he looked completely blank drained ever single dreg of hope in my body. Flo noticed my desperation, and ran towards him, putting her love for me before our morals as she tackled him to the floor.

"Where is he?" I cried, about to lunge forward myself, but I was pulled back. A pair of arms coiled around me and dragged me toward the door, but I pressed my heels down and refused to be moved. I tried to kick back, but as soon as he let me go, another two pairs of hands took my arms.

"Silver!" I yelled, but suddenly something green flashed in my face, and I felt a blade pressed to my throat. A Scyther.

Silver turned to see too, and froze in his paces at this predicament. I hyperventilated, trying to clear my thoughts. Ethan was what we were here for. "Get him, Silver. Help Ethan!"

He took my words the wrong way, and ordered Sneasel to lock around Petrel too. He then glared at my captors; "Let her go, or you lose your boss."

In my peripherals, I could see them exchange look. I didn't dare move, the Scyther was already pressing harder. I whimpered in pain. The other one smirked; "I don't think you're in the place to compromise, little boy."

He clicked his fingers, and Petrel gasped out what could be his last breath as Sneasel clamped tighter. Flo stepped forward a little as she worried for me.

"Let her go." Silver ordered again. I gulped, but it was painful. I felt my flesh rip against the sharp edge. Warm liquid tricked in one slow river down my neck.

"Please," I begged him; "Just help Ethan!"

"Typhlosion!" He glared to my pokemon; "Blast burn! We'll take them all out if we have to!"

Including me? What, was he crazy? I gasped, but he looked back over to us; "Don't think I won't. She means nothing to us."

Flo nodded, glowing brightly again. I began shuddering uncontrollably, the blade sawing painfully slowly through my flesh as I felt the two grunts let me go.

"Scyther!" The one yelled, and it let me go and pushed me to the floor. I gasped uncontrollably while Silver and Flo worked together to battle the speedy bug type pokemon. Type and sheer power was on our side, and I managed to look up as the green pokemon was returned from its crumpled heap. Sneasel dropped the Admin, who was wheezing for air, and returning to a normal colour.

A pair of hands tried to help me up, but I recoiled away and shrieked; "No! Get off me!"

"Get a grip, Soul. We need to find M- your friend." He held out a hand to me, and I took it swiftly.

We headed for the door, in search for another Admin or Grunt who could give us answers, but Petrel had recovered and began spitting insults; "You're pathetic, both of you. You denied your own heritage, Silver. You could have been great, but you're a worthless nobody now, and Giovanni will take me as a brother before he takes you as a son! He always told me he was disappointed in how weak you were."

He spoke like that of a worshipper, and this was what had annoyed Silver, I think. He turned on his heels, and my quick thinking had my arms looped around his as I fought against him. He snarled obscenities to the strange Admin, but I eventually dragged him from the room.

"Silver! We're here for Ethan! We need to keep moving! Please Silver!" I cried, but he wouldn't listen. "We'll never defeat them if you get riled by their words! You're not weak, Silver. Don't listen to them!" I persuaded, and it seemed to have hit a nerve.

He stiffened, and stopped struggling. I felt I could let him go, and circled him so he could see me. His eyes went straight to my stinging throat. His mouth opened, but he was still angry, so didn't say anything.

"Ethan." I pleaded, clasping my hands together. He inhaled slowly and glared over my shoulder, Petrel had already scampered over somewhere, coward.

"Please?" I whispered, the adrenaline, the lack of hope and its void replaced with worry was overwhelming, and my tears rolled over my lower eye lid.

He slowly nodded; "One more floor."

Sorry, I know it's been a while. I had planned on finishing this before NaNoWriMo, but I've had the day off today, so I wrote this for you now.
So the plot is finally kicking in, I will be sticking to the main plot sort of, from here, for a while any way.

Yes, Team Rocket are a little more violent now, but it wouldn't be as dramatic if I simply made them battle. *Yawns*