Chapter 4
Author's Note: I'm back with a new update! I was vacationing so I didn't do much writing I guess. Tha k you all who's read or reading my story! Disclaimer take it away!
Disclaimer: Cherri here doesn't own Pokémon or its characters, just this story. Suing her will be a waste of time! Also, this story contains strong language, violence, and gore so read at your own risk! WARNING: This chapter mentions abuse, rape and murder.
Duty Calls
"What the fuck was that?"
The blonde haired male whipped around to stare at the pink haired female incredulously. He felt like shit, complete shit. Yeah he won the fight and yeah he stormed out of the arena like a girl about to throw a fit, yet anger boiled and bubbled dangerously inside him like he never felt before.
And it made him scared.
"Look Morty, I know this is hard on you but storming ot of the arena like that was not tolerated. We now live in a time were a psychotic bastard wants to mess up thousands upon millions of lives. I know your upset, but your going to have to shake it off and move on. We can't afford to dwell on the past." Morty silently nodded, sitting on his bunk. The pink haired female gently lifted his head by the chin, examining his injuries. Solemn purple eyes looked up at the pink haired female's face. For the three days he's been in J.O.S.E, Morty never seen Whitney so docile. "You have a broken nose and bruised cheek. Nothing bad thankfully. Go wash up and rest. The second part of your training will commence once you wake up."
"Firearms. Whether it's a gun, missile, rocket, or launcher, they prepare us for situations greater than our own hands." The blonde trembled slightly, flinching whenever he hear a gun go off. The male never liked guns, he despised them. The evil, mechanical thing reminded him of a painful memory long ago.
One he couldn't erased.
The pink haired assassin picked up a glock and a fresh cartridge of bullets, loading the gun. She offered Morty a large pair of headphones before firing. "Here. It echoes in here so you might want to put these on." Shakily, the blonde took headphones and put them on, wincing as the cold, leathery soundproof cushions touched his ears. Once they were on, the pink haired girl shot the rounds. Morty stared at the cardboard target in fear, his breath hitching and his eyes vibrating rapidly. Sensing something was wrong, Whitney stopped firing and turned around, surprised to see the blonde hyperventilating and trembling violently. Before he could crash to the ground, the pink haired assassin caught him, taking off her headphones and yelling for help.
"Morty? Morty?! Wake up!"
Small hands covered tiny ears as the screams of a woman echoed the house. The small body trembled with anger, the sounds of a leather belt slapping reddening skin becoming louder. Morty loathed his father.
Hated.
Despised.
His mother gave all she could to please her husband, yet the evil man accused her love as fake. He tormented her, raped, beat her until she was black and bloody, tortured her, locked her away in a closet for days without food.
But Morty's mother could not stop loving her abusive husband.
Sounds of struggle could be heard outside the small child's door, the blonde boy clenching his teeth as his father dragged his wife to their living room. With all the childish courage he had, Morty punched his father in the leg, pulling at his pants.
"Let her go, let her go!"
The evil man kicked the boy away from him, stumbling a bit. He just drank his wages worth of alcohol. "You stupid boy. Your mother is a slut! She deserves this!" Morty wiped away his tears angrily, glaring at his father with pure venom. "You son of a bitch! She deserves none of it!" The abused woman gasped at the vulgar word her son spouted at such a tender age. The drunken man glared at the blonde toddler with rage, pulling out a loaded gun. "How dare you speak to me that way!" Morty's eyes widen as the father's finger went on the trigger.
"No!"
||BAM||
Morty watched as his mother slump to the ground lifelessly. She had taken the bullet to the head. The blonde boy stared at his dead mother with shock, horrified and speechless. She was truly gone… The soft thud of the gun dropping from the drunkard's hand snapped Morty out of his trance. The anger and hatred arose from the surface, his blood boiling in rage.
"YOU FUCKER!"
The blonde haired toddler kicked his father in the shin with pure strength, the man falling to the ground in pain from the sheer force. The little blonde ran to his room and took a nailed board from his closet. His father nor his mother knew that it was in there. He stole it from a construction site begin their house, intending to use it on the man when needed. Picking up with ease, he ran back to the living room. The drunkard looked up from his struggling, his eyes widening as the blonde boy swung the board like a bat.
One swing, two swings, three swings, Morty mauled his father, ripping off chunks of his father's face. The boy didn't stop until the man was a lifeless and bloody mess. Dropping the board, the toddler fell to the ground and screamed.
The blonde haired male sat on his bunk, staring at a blank space. He didn't hear his roommate walk in and shut the door. A rough, feminine hand broke his trance, the pink haired female ruffling her unoccupied hand in his soft locks. Morty leaned into Whitney's affectionate, and slightly rough, gesture. The female assassin gave him a steaming mug of tea, sitting down in a recliner as soon as he took it from her. "Drink it up. It shouldn't be that hot." Morty nodded, taking a sip of tea. A fruity flavor burst on his tongue and the hot drink spread warmth in his body. "Morty…what happened back there was not normal. I want to know why you freaked out." The blonde haired male stared at his cup, taking a deep breath. His watering eyes looked up into a soft, yet emotionless, pink one.
"My father shot my mother with a gun…"
The pink haired woman nodded, tilting her head to the side a bit. "Is that it?" The blonde shook his head no, finishing off the tea. Craving some contact, the blonde got up from his bunk and sat in Whitney's lap, the pink haired woman wrapping her arms around him as he rested his head on her chest. "I was only 5 and very young to hold so much anger with me. My father was a drunkard, always spending money on alcohol. He started to abuse my mother as soon as I became 3, the bastard thinking that she was cheating. He did almost everything to her. Tortured, raped, beaten, yet she never left. She loved him to much. One night, he was beating her and dragged her out into the living room, I decided to intervene. I was only 5 then. I tried to get him to leave her alone but he only kicked me away. Called mother a slut and how much she deserved it. I called him a bitch and he got mad..He pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. My mother saved me from dying. She took a bullet to the head for me." The blonde sniffed, the pink haired female rubbing his back softly.
Morty buried his face deeper into Whitney's chest, inhaling her soft scent of strawberry before speaking. "I was so angry, so murderous. I killed my father in pure rage Whitney. I mauled him with a nailed board that I hid in my closet. I didn't stop until his face was mutilated. My neighbors heard me scream and burst through the front door. I could tell they were in horror at the bloody mess. I challenged the police officers, telling it was me who killed my father. They didn't believe me at first, until they took a DNA test from the board I used. I didn't want to be in foster care, so I stayed with an old couple who lived near a cemetery, that's where I got all my Ghost Pokémon..." The blonde clutched onto Whitney's shirt, taking short breaths to calm down. The blonde let out a pathetic sob. "That fight with Chuck…I fled because I felt that murderous anger. I wanted…to…to kill him even though it was just a match. I'm so lost…I don't what to do…" Whitney tensed as she felt warm tears start to soak her shirt. Awkwardly, the pink haired woman began to rock Morty, rubbing his back to calm down. "There…there Morty. Calm down…shh. Just go to sleep, I'll be here. No…no more crying." The blonde sniffled, cushioning his head even more on her chest before slowly falling asleep. The pink haired woman sighed, shifting a little to get comfortable. At this point in time, training the blonde would be a much more harder feat.
"Have you lost your ever loving mind!"
Lance rubbed at his temples, his level of frustration rising. As much as he loved his cousin, her insults were one thing he could not handle. "Lance, I trust your judgement, I honestly do, but letting Morty go on a mission is NOT a good idea! Have you heard what happened today" The redhead gave Clair a confused look, clearly not knowing what the hell the female was talking about. Clair sighed, pushing back her messy blue hair. "Morty had a serious panic attack over a gun. It must've triggered a something in his past because he was uncontrollable for awhile." The redheaded leader frowned, rubbing at his temples. If only someone would tell him information that happens around base, he wouldn't have made the decision or the preparations for the blonde's mission. "Itrs too late now Clair. I already prepared the mission into place. I can't postpone or fix it." The bluette fussed with her hair, pacing a bit in worry. "Whitney is not going to like this whatsoever, Lance. This is disastrous! She is bound to know!" The redheaded leader stood up from his chair, patting Clair on the shoulder. "It takes effort to tame Whitney the beast, but I'm willing to face her." Clair nodded in understand, pursing her lips together.
"Good luck."
To be continued
Author's Note: Annnnnnnnnnd, finished! New update now complete. It didn't take much editing to do! XD Like I said previously, comments, questions and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcomed so don't be afraid to share! Chapter 5 is coming soon so stay tuned! Sayonara for now~
-Cherri
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