Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or claim to own it. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo...
Sorry for a long wait, I've been slightly held up in many ways, but that's not going to detour me from getting out stories... except maybe place a hitch in them. But I'm concentrating more on this story at the moment. The assisting story I'm working on is a remake of Snow Blind, but I may not actually post it, it's just for myself to try and get back into the proper mood for writing... which has worked so far. YAY!
Hidden Love: The Brawn, The Weak, And The Twisted
The essence of pity was something my father lacked, only believing it more as he grabbed me by my neck once again tightly, slamming my back onto the ground in an instant as some more of my quills snapped off and scattered across the mix of gravel, sand and soil. It was almost impossible to tolerate, but I had to show I didn't feel any sort of feeling when he tossed me around like a dead corpse; any signs of struggles brought him the littlest bit of pleasures. And I tended to not give him any of those sorts of pleasure
"I've applied that no one; I repeat, no one, must help an outsider!" I heard him yell out as he lifted me high into the air once again before I could recover. I had given up flailing or responding in anyway as I had already been dealt enough pain, and only making it worse when I did resist in any sort of way. My entire body was in sheer agony at this point and I had given into his beating before he had even gotten serious. I only cared about what happened to Pali and the rest of them, I was dragged away watching some Sandslash enter my burrow before I was eventually brought to my father's room.
"I have a responsibility to show my clan that the rules I set in place must be followed or else severe consequences will be dealt to those who oppose them," he explained viciously, bringing me to eye level with his impeccable size. My father was not any average Sandslash, he was much greater in size, his size was twice to me, and I was slightly bigger than most other Sandslash in the colony. I finally felt his grip on my neck let go, falling on my stomach as I was about to force myself up onto my feet, before I felt his massive foot stomp on my backbone and left it there as he applied more weight to it.
"You're my son by blood; so it makes perfect sense for me to show everyone just how much I mean the consequences." I looked up feebly to see my guardian glancing at me with sorrow, lying on a bunch of sticks and rocks within this disgusting room. The walls were covered by blood splatters and the room always smelt of death as the guardian that replaced my mother always stayed within, scared, petrified even, by my father. I didn't call this guardian my mother, she didn't deserve that title, and she was nothing like my mother. My mother would have stood up to father, and it's because of that she's dead; even though he acts she died from natural cause. I know he was lying; he killed her, like he does every day without a care.
"You can't!" I spoke as I felt him apply more weight on me, making me bite my tongue to try and deal with the pain he was increasing on me. I shouldn't have said anything as he only lifted his foot up and drove it down on me repeatedly, making me clamp my teeth and clutch my stomach with my paws to refrain myself from screaming. I didn't want to fight him… and I wasn't going to no matter how much affliction he dealt me.
He gave a menacing laugh as I felt a relief of pressure on my back again, expecting him to bring a much greater blow on me, but instead, he made sure I truly understood what he was talking about. "I'll make sure that you feel every single moment of my claws digging into your flesh when I kill you in front of everyone." I felt him lift my body up once again, this time by my ears and swung me against the boulder in one swift, powerful movement, making me yelp as I collided with the door for his room.
"Guards!" Father called out as I fell to the ground limply, slowly being picked up on both sides by two Sandslash's, both of them holding my paws as the rest of my body laid on the ground weakly. "Take him to the chambers and lock him up in one of the solitary cells within the arena," he ordered to the two of them without haste and purely out of frustration.
"Oh, chief, one of the guards said that a Quilava wanted to speak to you about a valuable offer," the Sandslash on my left said with a low tone.
"A Quilava? She's still alive?" I heard my father say in a lighter tone, making his way to me and grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at his face, "in that case, throw him in with that Quilava, she could make do with a toy," he said with a grim smirk, his sharp teeth showing slightly as he let go of me and ordered the guards to leave.
I was dragged along the soil and sand before the two guards let go of my claws, throwing my paws behind their necks and giving me support so I could stand on my own. They were about the same height as me, give or take a few measures because they were chosen by my father out of the colony to guard his entrance for the entire day, a boring and cruel task. Their names I weren't sure of, they were complicated, but I had to learn them if I planned on becoming the leader.
"Can you walk Tayulork?" The Sandslash on my right asked as I kept my head lowered as to keep all my pains at a constant level. Like most of the clan, they were on my side and chose me over the leader, always pestering me to take out my father. It was all behind his back, I would say that ninety per cent of everyone here would backstab him, but no one revolted just because he was feared for size and strength.
"Barely…" I replied weakly, spitting out some blood as they continued to walk me to the chambers. Whoever disobeyed his rules was kept or anyone that wasn't of our species was sent here to suffer. A sort of jail, a real dark and painful one as it was more than a jail, it was also an arena where fights to the death were held for all prisoners and us to watch. Judging from fathers words to me just then, I'm going to be up on that mound…
"Watch your step," they both said in unison after a little bit of quietness and a long walk as they took it slow for me. Eventually we reached the chambers as the bumpy tunnels came to an end and the earth was flat and the area was huge. This area of our entire species was only introduced when father took the role of leader to extreme, taking power to far as it began to corrupt his mind… but at that time, I was an egg. It's what I remember my mother telling me once when I was a Sandshrew.
"Did you want us to send the medic? He'll help tend to your injuries." I was much appreciated by everyone in here; they looked up to me even though I was failing them by not keeping my main promise to them all. I promised everyone I would end father's reign across all of us… but I was terrified the moment he was right in front of me.
I gave a weak nod, biting down on my tongue as I felt the upper quills of mine sting, ones that were broken or completely missing. "Is there anyway… you can tell me… what happened to the… four… that… were in my… burrow…" I managed with strains, spitting more blood out of my mouth, the occurring leaks of blood making me worry to where it was coming from. My throat hurt badly, so I assumed it was something there from when he almost strangled me…
"That's Rasulork's next agenda, there safe now, but who knows after his done with them." I wasn't surprised by the answer as I suspected it to be that way, but I had to get them out of here as a promise to Pali…
My eyes shut as I felt a new pain along my back when the three of us stumbled, me accidentally placing my leg in a ditch l, falling on my stomach with a sharp yelp before I began to feel tiredness sweep my body. I was forcing myself to stay awake and suffer more, but I just couldn't take it and was beginning to let myself succumb to tiredness as I could only concentrate on the throbbing aches along my spine.
I had deep animosity for this so called tribe; and I was becoming a part of it every second I stayed here in this confined space. Sharp, equally spaced stones prevented my escape from this cell I was thrown in after my little escape. I must admit one thing; they were pretty dumb throwing me in the exact same one, idiots. They should be using guards who don't sleep can figure out how I escaped.
"Ttshsst." I clenched my teeth, throwing my body against the rough, soiled wall in pain as I was feeling faint from the blood I was losing from that one guards wound on me. I was willing to rip each of these Sandshrew's and Sandslash's apart one by one, but I knew it would end up bad for me.
They didn't have any hygiene in this place; the walls were literally painted in blood, the opposite one from me anyway. I sensed that whoever was within this place couldn't tolerate it much longer and done something reckless that ended in a torturous end. I know I was going to that point, but there was one thing getting me through each minute in this unknown place.
Every now and again, there's some sort of battle between the leader of these creeps and someone that has been announced as a traitor for all the prisoners around here to watch from within behind these stones. The leader, some tyrannical Sandslash that was much greater in size then any of the other Sandslash's in here that I've seen. He would challenge that traitor to death, though most would surrender and get a painful death as he'd slowly mutilate there body in front of his entire clan, showing he held the right of leadership.
I had only met him once after I was tossed into this box, and though he nearly tore my body apart, I was aroused during his entire beating on me, shameful about it afterwards, but truly inflamed that it made him stop attacking me. At some point he stopped, leaving me to hopefully bleed to death, but I didn't as I had some help from some female of this clan who treated me kindly. She wasn't the reason I was still fighting as I didn't know who she was and didn't care to, I was still going on because I wanted to do one thing whether it would kill me.
My desire for blood had developed that day and gradually increased as I watched him kill one after another with no remorse, no care besides tearing anyone who defied him into pieces. Eventually, I made a wish to myself, to challenge his authority or at least fight him to death. I began watching him intently and study him, and I felt I was ready as I had determined his style of fighting when someone did put up a fight with him. He was all offence and no defence, and his weakness was to attack when he left himself open during an attack.
"Hey, guard!" I called as I turned to look at the guard I had called for, getting his attention quite quickly as he gave a short sigh.
"What is it?" He replied angrily and not in the mood to talk to me.
"Can you call your leader down? I want to offer him something most valuable to him!" It was true that it was a valuable offer to fight him to death; the leader's eyes showed he had desire for it. But I was going to be the one that will take him down and show him exactly what it feels like to be on the receiving end.
"Sorry, his currently checking on his son for there was…" The guard speaking to me was silenced as the other guard on the right side of him walked up to him and hit him over the head, shutting him up before he muttered something to him quietly.
My eyes went wide, before I shut them when I felt the cuts on my side begin to sting more violently, making me fall forward onto my stomach, clutching my side to attempt to reduce the pain and only making it worse. The leader has a son? I didn't know that… I never see him around his father… and checking for what? Other's to kill? Was his son like him? My mind was swarming with questions with this new information, I would thank that guard for it, but I don't want to make them look as if I care about it. But this did put a hitch in my scheme…
If he had a son, that would mean he has someone in line to take his blood leadership, and that would mean I would have to challenge this son as well as the leader. I haven't seen his style of combat, so if I happened to kill their leader, I'd have to deal with his son. I gave a long exhale; his son must be strong if I haven't heard anyone speak about him…
I turned my head to look out through the bars from my spot, looking at the arena were I've seen tons of pleas for life, pleas to escape death, blood… everything a new thing for me to take in pleasantly as I saw other's too weak to take someone who appeared to be unstoppable. The truth was they were just scared and felt they had no hope when seeing the giant Sandslash towering over them on the field of battle. That arena I was hoping to get on soon, doing what I had been telling myself I would do since I found a desire for blood lust in me, an urge to rip him apart as I heard his last breaths.
My lust for it was only towards one, a vengeance for not relenting on me even when I begged him continuously to leave me alone after he struck me till my body had given him a reason to continue, but he halted. A point at which I was confused, but grateful my heat had been useful to me, knowing that normally a male would be attracted to a female just for the enticing scent we gave off, but this male repressed his brutality on me and left me to die.
The wish, my wish, was to make sure I gave him what he dealt me, agony, a reason for fear, a reason to cower… a reason to plea for life when I would strike him a final blow… thinking about it now was making my body begin to warm up as the thought of digging my teeth deep into his neck and drawing his final breaths…
I closed my eyes, giving a sigh as I was about to determine what to do with this new wedge in my plan. His son would take me on as well if he loses, it only makes sense in my mind, but it probably wasn't the case… I needed some sort of new plan… but my main objective was for me to end his life… it's all I wanted…
The sounds of cogs made my ears flick and my left eye open slightly, viewing the stones descending into the ground and seeing to Sandslash carrying another Sandslash who looked beat to the bone. The spikes on his back looked to be destroyed in some place and a lot of them were missing and all of them were sodden in red along with his neck and muzzle. I kept myself at a still, pretending I was sleeping as to not gain the attention of anyone while keeping my eye lids low, allowing myself just to see while still appearing to be asleep.
It looks like he got quite a beating… I wonder what he did to receive that... I was thinking before they placed him on the wall I was facing, laying him on his stomach softly. They both left shortly after as, the stones rising back up with the pull of the lever from outside that made the gear within the walls work. Now I had someone in here with me, someone who looked to be in a lot of pain even when he was asleep, though I noticed he was twitching lightly, his eyes heaving open as he started to stare at me exhaustingly.