As night ticked on and morning only hours away, neither of us got any sleep. For hours, we just leaned against one another in deep thought, rarely sharing words. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. What was worse, is I was beginning to not blame Ghetsis, but blame N. He had dragged me into this hell-hole. I mentally slapped myself the instant I thought that. But the dark thought kept crawling its way back, whispering in my ear that this was N's fault, he should be blamed and punished. He dragged you into this, and now look at you, you can't even sit without feeling a throbbing pain in your ass. Spending the rest of your days sucking Ghetsis' mega cock, because of N. The voice whispered. I furiously shook my head in a vain attempt to shake the voice out. But it didn't work; it just kept coming back and filling my mind with dark thoughts.

N would let out the occasional whimper, and began crying again. My hair became his tissue, not that I cared. Sometimes, Ghetsis' Hydreigon would come back; flying through the hole in the ceiling and making sure no one was trying to escape in any way. He would check Reshiram as well, and growl at her in his language. N visibly flinched at what the dragon said, and I pondered what they were saying. The dragon would retreat again after growing bored, and all would go back to silence.

In the morning, Ghetsis didn't show up right away. I was thankful for that, but it wasn't long until he returned. I could feel my own fear rise up like bile.

"Hungry boys?" He asked, holding a plate of what looked like to be delicious food. Truth be told, I was sort of hungry, I couldn't remember my last meal. I said nothing though, just glared defiantly.

"Well don't worry you'll be eating something. I wouldn't exactly call it food, and you won't get any unless you cooperate." Ghetsis growled scornfully, putting the now empty plate on the ground. "Anyway, I'm sure you two will be thrilled to hear I thought up many ways for you to suffer, to feel the pain I did. It will be glorious, really." He sneered, walking closer to us. "How's your foot, N?" he deliberately kicked it, causing N to yelp with the pain.

"And your ass, Black? Sitting on this floor cannot possibly be comfortable." His voice was thick with mockery. My glare never faltered.

After a few minutes of staring, Ghetsis frowned, then pointed at a nearby Shadow Triad member who had followed him into the room. "Get pegs, stick them in the wall, and then tie these two to them. They look too comfortable." He barked the order, and the ninja disappeared. The disgruntled man looked back at us, "Enjoy your last minutes of comfort."

It was impossible to enjoy anything at the moment, but the discomfort got worse. The ninja came back with the pegs, mumbling about how this was a grunts job if there were any left. He banged them into the old stone walls, five feet away from each other and about five feet off the ground. Ghetsis watched with a smile on his face. "I don't want you two to have the comfort of each other while I'm not here, right?"

As I was being tied back up on the pegs, I spat at him, "Oh yes, because being in the presence of N is oh-so reassuring." Sleep deprivation, hunger, the throbbing pain in my ass and the voice caused me to shoot insults at N. I didn't really mean it though. At least I'd like to hope I didn't.

N flinched at my words, and then began whimpering as he was roughly dragged to his peg and tied securely. Once both of us were tied, I kept glaring at Ghetsis, who was taking much amusement in this whole thing. Hydreigon came down from the ceiling, brought back to the room by the sudden commotion. "Ah, my friend Hydreigon. Guess what?" Ghetsis asked, petting the head of the dragon. He snapped his jaws at the hand. "I have a toy for you." He pulled out a pokeball from his pocket, and out came a baby zorua.

"Zooo…oru?" it squeaked, obviously no more than a few weeks old. It still had fluffy down fur, and its voice was high and squeaky. It turned to Ghetsis, giving it a vague look before smiling, barking, and wagging its tail. It obviously wanted attention from it presumed was its trainer. I felt sick thinking about what was about to happen.

"No! No ZORUA DON'T BELIEVE-" Too late, Ghetsis commanded his Hydreigon to 'play' with its new toy, and the dragon launched forward. The zorua let out a squeak, whipping around and running for N. It was only feet away from the man when cruel jaws came around the zorua's small body. The final squeak echoed as the dragon threw it into the air, soaring up after it and grabbing it with all three mouths, ripping the small creature into three parts before swallowing it. Left over fur floated to the ground, while some blood spattered. A few droplets of the crimson liquid fell on N's face, which was staring at the blood covered Hydreigon in pure horror. I never heard him scream louder. He was pulling against his ties, trembling and sobbing for the baby zorua. The Hydreigon looked bored as he flew back to Ghetsis, growling curiously as if asking for another.

Ghetsis ignored his pokemon; he was taking much amusement from N's screeching and shaking. I felt terribly sick, and weighed down by the loss of such a young, innocent creature.

"Black, your reaction isn't amusing me." N's father finally said, strolling over to me and grabbing me by the chin so he could look at me in the eye. "None of your reactions are. Why can't be more like gay-boy over there?" He nodded his head towards N, who was still hysterical about the baby zorua.

I didn't reply. I refused to oblige Ghetsis with a reply. He snorted at my silence, waving at one of the ninja guards. It was a sign of some sort, because the guard left the room, coming back with gun in hand. My eyes widened as I stared at the object. A pistil of some sort, and the ninja carefully handed it to Ghetsis, who clicked off the safety, then put it to my forehead.

"Wh-what the…" My voice was an octave higher as I registered what was happening.

"I'm going to fucking blow your brains out, Black. As much as I would love to torture you, your not amusing me. You aren't as fun to mess with as N is."

"BLACK!" As if N wasn't going insane before, he was now. He struggled against his ties wildly, shouting my name and violently trying to get to me. But it was in vain, he was tied securely. "DO NOT KILL HIM! Do not, do not, do not…." His voice trailed away in a sob.

"Do you have anything to say, Black? Maybe grovel for your life? I might spare you if you suck my dick." Ghetsis reasoned.

"Fuck you." I grit out, "N this is your fault…"

"Bl-black…?"

"I wouldn't be at fucking gun-end about to die if you hadn't come back." I snarled. All I could think about was blaming N for the fact I was about to fucking die. I had been so kind to him these last few months, but I should have known it would have lead to this! As much as I wanted to blame N, I couldn't bring myself to truly hate him.

Ghetsis smirked, placing a finger on the trigger.

My mind began racing: all the stuff in life I didn't do. All the unsaid things. I would leave my friends and my mother without a final goodbye. My pokemon would have no trainer anymore. Everyone… was gone. I couldn't say goodbye to them, I was about to die. Contrary to popular belief, my life didn't flash before my eyes. The only thing before my eyes was a gun poised to shoot. I strangely didn't feel fear, I felt anger. Anger of all the undone things in the world. All that was unsaid. And the fact I ended up in this fucking situation. Why? Because of N of course!

"Good riddance." Ghetsis spat, and then squeezed the trigger. The last thing I heard was the blood curdling cry of N.


BLACK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ;_;