This was a familiar scene: his arms in ties, laying on the ground and unable to move, watching the bane of his childhood brutally abuse his closest human friend. Hearing grunts of agony spill from Black's lips, and unable to help. Unable to do anything. Only watch it, and listen to it. It was a scene from a nightmare. Only… It wasn't a nightmare, it was very much reality.
I had awoken to the mocking voice of my father, Ghetsis. He told me what he would do to me, how much trouble I was in for escaping the first time. I couldn't really think of anything when I first heard his voice. It echoed in my ears, bringing back the memories of childhood and my brutal punishment after causing his plan to fail. I was sure the only thing that had kept me sane through his ranting was concentrating on Black's unconscious face. It seemed- if only- to slightly calm me. Though I could feel the rising panic, it threatened to spill over.
When Black finally awoken, I felt no sense of comfort, only fear. It only grew as Ghetsis encircled him, spitting insults and ranting on and on about what he would do. It took all of my strength not to show the fact I was deathly afraid. I could hear my own heart beating rapidly in chest as I watched Ghetsis spit orders to the Shadow Triad. Then… then came the part I couldn't bear: watching Black be abused in one of the most twisted ways possible.
Ghetsis only laughed, laughed and spat words at the teenager below him. I could see his tears, but he showed no weakness. He showed defiance, which I knew would never work with Ghetsis. I could only watch in my ties, watch my closest friend go through so much agony. And I was like my father said: useless. I couldn't do anything for Black. He was nearly screaming with the pain and I just sat, watching, wishing that it would all end one way or another.
When Ghetsis finished, I felt no sense of relief. Black curled up on the floor in a puddle of blood and other bodily fluids. My father just snorted, raising to his feet and carefully stepping over the heap of teenager and blood. I feared I was next as he took a fist-full of hair. My body rose from the ground as he brought me to eye-level. I was used to this, and I did my best not to show the pain as he growled at me, "Like the show? You're next. But, it's getting late. Even someone as Godly as me needs sleep." His voice was a deep snarl as he dropped me to the floor again. I couldn't catch myself, so I fell face-first into the ground. I struggled myself into a sitting position. My father was still standing there, a grin spread across his face.
"Now, we wouldn't want you to escape again huh? Black won't be able to move for a week, I made sure of that. But you'll need something stronger to keep you from moving." I felt his foot in my gut, and I was forced to floor again. What happened next was unexpected for me; I felt his foot come down on mine. He began grinding it hard until there was a sickening crunch. I couldn't keep the scream of agony from my lips as I attempted to pull my foot away. It was impossible though. All I could feel of my foot now was the intense pain of having a bone cracked.
"That hurt? Good, then I know you won't try and run away again. Oh, and don't worry, you'll get your turn of fucking in the morning. That broken foot will soon be the least of your problems." He said silkily. He left, but not before setting one of the Shadow Triad as a guard in the room. The guard approached us, blue eyes as emotionless as ever as he pulled out the rope he was carrying. Against the wall was an old frame of what appeared to be a bed. The Shadow Triad member dragged me, ignoring whimpers of pain and tied me to one of the bed posts. Black was subjected to the other.
"I am sorry I have to do this. But it is what Ghetsis informed me to do. He's not risking anything this time." The guard said wistfully, giving us both a last pitying look before returning to his place at the door.
"…Hhnnnn… N…?" I barely heard the rasping voice of Black. I glanced over at him lazily. He was curled up on the ground again, but managed to pull his pants back into proper position.
"B-black?... Are you okay?" I whispered back, ignoring the throbbing leg best I could.
"I… could be better." He replied truthfully. "That isn't important though…. N, this isn't some fucked up dream, is it?"
"….I wish it was." I replied quietly, sinking to the floor and leaning against the post that I was restrained to. Black struggled into a sitting position, wincing before attempting to edge himself closer to me. He didn't get very far, though. The rope kept him from doing so.
"Black…? Will we ever make it out of here?" My voice shook as I asked. I knew the answer myself, though.
"I... I don't know. I don't know if I can even take more of this. How… how did you get through it?"
I winced at the question, "I had my pokemon friends. Zorua, Darmanitan, Woobat…."
"What about last time? You said Ghetsis took away your pokemon." Black coughed out.
I thought it about it for a moment, I didn't quite remember on spot, "I… I remembered you. Originally I would have given up hope when my father caught me after I ruined his plan. But... I remembered how strong you always seemed when I was journeying-" I broke off when I attempted to move my foot. Bad idea. I squeaked with the pain.
"I wish my supposed strength you speak of would help us now." Black told me, then he glanced down at my foot, "Did he break it…? I couldn't really see or anything…"
I nodded rather slowly, "He stepped on it… to keep me from moving…" I looked up wistfully, staring across the room. In the farthest corner was Reshiram. I could hear her wheezing every so often. Sometimes, she would say "It hurts…"
Black watched me closely, then followed my gaze. "Is Reshiram okay?"
"…She's hurt badly, Black. I wish I could have saved her when I escaped last time… But I w-was unable. And now look at her…"
"I'm sure she understands, N…"
"…It matters not, she is still harmed. And it is my doing…" I shook my head, I longed to be able to go to her and tell her words of comfort. She had been through so much.
I heard shuffling; Black was trying to break free of his ties to the bed post. It was futile though, the rope was tied well. This didn't stop him though, he grunted with effort of trying to break free of the post. At the same time, his face was twisted with pain. I sighed, long and slow, bringing one of my knees to my chest. I was unable to move the other, for fear of my injured foot. I leaned against the single knee. All of this was futile, it would be impossible to escape this time. We were faced with the fate of torture… Forever. The sheer thought was beginning to make me tremble. All I could ask was why? I had enough punishment from being a failure… Right? I ruined my father's plans, but hadn't I felt enough agony? And why bring Black into it? I longed to ask Ghetsis why, but I knew the answer. "You're an incompetent boy who knows nothing of the world. Who the hell would miss you if you were gone?" I could hear his voice snarling in my head. It only made my trembling more violent. We were stuck here forever! To suffer the fate of being tortured until there was nothing left of our bodies! No, no, no, I can't do it…!
"N..? N!" Black said my name. I couldn't hear it though. All I could hear was Ghetsis' voice, and the rapid beating of my frightened heart. Make it stop. Make it stop.
"What are you doing over here? I don't see any fucking rule breaking!" I heard Black's voice again, and I managed to slowly turn my head to see. The guard crouched next to us, blue eyes watching Black closely. Black was glaring back best he could, spitting another insult. The guard ignored it as he shuffled forward, untying Black from the bed post. His hands were still tied, but he was free to move now.
"…If Ghetsis wonders, you managed to squirm loose. I had nothing to do with it." The ninja said.
"Wait… what?" Black narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"You can barely move. He can barely move. I do not see why you have to be tied up. I do not share the same lust to see suffering as my brothers, or my master." The ninja said solemnly. "This is between us only." He disappeared at an inhuman speed, appearing at the door to guard it once more.
Black didn't hesitate to shuffle the rest of the way over to me, sitting next to my shaking body and leaning against my shoulder. Now that he was closer, I could see him clearer. His face was covered in dust, and his clothes were scuffled and torn in places. I could see a bite mark on the side of his neck. No to mention the fact he was spattered with blood and other bodily fluids. Despite his messy abused look the contact he made with me slowed the trembling to a stop, but it didn't stop my intense fear that was manifesting itself as tears slowly beginning to stream down my cheeks. I could feel the liquid seeping from my eyes.
"It'll be okay, N. As long as we believe that." Black sighed. I doubted he believed his own words, judging by his tone.
"…I will try Black." I murmured. I turned my head and dug my face into his hair to hide the tears. This would most likely be the last night we would spend together. That thought alone didn't help the crying. Black attempted to mutter words of comfort, but I could barely hear them. My mind was so deep in despair. The only thing still keeping me sane was without a doubt Black.
Black's anus was not prepared /whywouldffffplz
Cress was always my least favorite of the brothers, but look how nice he is! ;A; How'd that happen...?
This chapter was sort of a rush job, then rush self-edited. Sorry if there are more mistakes than usual in this chapter;;;;;;;
I was pretty happy though. Today I found the fanfiction archive on the Isshushipping blog on tumblr, and my fic was on there! BD I did a little dance in my computer chair and stuff when I saw it. I'm glad you guys are liking this story, and I thank my readers for, er, reading I guess. 3
Long A/N is long.
