Trapped In the Darkness - Chapter Two
A Pokemon Fanfiction
Hey, there's some swearing in here! Actually, there's a lot of swearing in this fic. So you were warned, alright? Cool. :)
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Green was pissed off.
His things and Pokemon had been taken away, his had been thrown in a cell and told he would be living there, and he had been beaten countless times. He had no idea what day it was, or how long he had been in here. And now these morons told him they had a surprise for him. What the hell?
Okay, so maybe being pissed off was an understatement.
These idiotic Rocket members had brought him to this special room- Green didn't give a shit where it was or what it was supposed to do- and threw him to the ground, his hands still in handcuffs behind his back.
"You bastards let me out of here! The people of Viridian are going to start wondering where their gym leader is!" he yelled, standing. He glared at the walls as laughter echoed off the walls of the pure white room, spinning around to see where it was coming from.
Suddenly, the whirring of machines added to the laughter. Suddenly, a wall opened up, several beaten trainers lying on the floor behind it. An executive of Team Rocket stood laughing and singing, "One of these things is not like the others~, one of these things is not the same~" over and over again. Green wanted nothing more in that moment than to punch the executive in the face to make him stop singing.
Green stood tall even though he was bruised and bloody, his clothes shredded and torn. His pride was more important than anything else at the moment. He glared angrily at the male executive.
"Here's your gift, Green~" he said, smiling. "One of these trainers here gets to share a cell with you! So you get to pick which one it is!" The executive smiled and laughed again, clapping like a small child. Green wore a disgusted expression.
"What? Are you fucking insane?" he asked shrilly. "I'm not choosing anyone!"
The executive's eyes shone with a darker emotion. "If you don't, we'll just have to choose ourselves. And we'll have to break them in as well." Green's eyes widened.
"What... what does that even mean?" he asked, his jade eyes shining with fury. The executive smiled dangerously.
"That doesn't matter," he said, his voice even. He took something from behind his back and threw it at Green, and it stopped at his feet. It was a red and white hat, a green button on the top left hand corner. It was wrinkled and dirty.
Green froze. "Red...?"
"What does matter, my dear Green, is that article of clothing. Do you recognize it?" The executive giggled, too high-pitched and annoying for him to be an actually guy.
Green was unsure what to say. All he knew was the boiling rage that was building in his chest was choking, and it acted as if it was going to suffocate him before he could say anything.
Finally, it was too much and he erupted.
"Where is he? What the fuck did you do to him?" Green yelled, several grunts coming to hold him down in case he tried to attack the executive. "If you hurt him, I swear to Arceus-"
"He's in this line, right here," the executive interrupted. Green clenched his teeth and finally looked at the row of trainers, trying to find his best friend among them. He searched desperately, his eyes finally setting on one trainer in particular. He was passed out, so Green couldn't see his eyes, but he had onyx black hair, his clothes were exactly like Red's. Green decided.
"He's there," Green said, his eyes focused on the black haired trainer. The executive laughed, clapping again. Green grimaced, not sure whether to be angry at the man because he was so cruel or because he was too damn annoying.
"Congratulations! You win a new cellmate!" The executive snapped his fingers, and a few grunts came and grabbed the trainer roughly by the collar. Green bristled.
"Be careful with him!" he snapped.
The executive sighed. "Fine, fine. Take them to their cell," he said, yawning absentmindedly. The grunts did their duty, grabbing each of them by their collars and dragged them off roughly. About a minute later they were back in the cell, Green screaming curses like there was no tomorrow, his threats hanging heavily in the air as he and his friend were thrown in the dark and damp room after being unbound.
Green grabbed the bars, and pulled against them, grunting in exertion as he tried to bend them to his will. Giving up after a second of two, he began yelling again.
"I swear I'm getting out of here! And when I do, I'll put you all in prison! I'll make sure you never even thought of this damn scheme! I'll... I'll..." Green trailed off, sucking in oxygen as his lungs screamed for air. He leaned his head against the cool metal of the bars, trying to regain his head.
Finally, when he got it, he looked back at his motionless rival for a second. Sighing, he plopped down on the concrete floor, sitting Indian-style. He sat with his back to the trainer, staring at the wall beside him.
"Jeez, Red. I didn't think you were this stupid to get trapped in here. I mean, you're stupid enough to stand on that damn mountain-top all day long... without a jacket, mind you," Green said, his voice annoyed as he rubbed the back of his head. He threw his head back, groaning. "You really need to get one of those, you know, and long sleeves. Or a scarf at least, for crying out loud!"
His eyes brightened for a second. "We could get you one that looked like mine!" He said, grinning. Looking down at his artical of clothing, he immediately frowned disdainfully, stretching the cloth down and away from him. "Well, maybe not one that looked exactly like mine... especially now that it's all ripped up..."
Green's talking made the silence that followed his every statement seem more dense and heavy, filling the air with a choking sensation. Green stopped his chattering and looked back at Red, a frown reapplying itself in its place. He sighed again, the air thickening even more. "Red..."
Shouting filled the corridor, and Green stood abruptly, moving to see what was coming in. Seeing the flailing limbs of two trainers and hearing a male spouting harsh curses, Green hurried back to move Red before someone was thrown on top of him. It was a second or two later that the two trainers- a girl with blue hair that was up in pigtails, and a boy with stunning goldenrod eyes- were shoved into the cell.
The boy immediately stood, stumbling a bit, and rushed over to the now closed doors. "You fuckers! Let us out of here!"
Green noticed he and the girl both looked pretty roughed up, but the boy looked worse off. He had a cut over his right eye that was bleeding profusely and he had several more bruises on his arms and legs then the girl as well.
The boy was ignored as the members walked away, snickering to themselves, but he just yelled at them with more gusto. Green had to say he was impressed.
"Hey, kid..." Green tried to say. The boy whirled around, his mouth open to start hollering at Green, but they both froze when they saw their faces. Green immediately recognized him as one of the trainers that beat his gym. He stopped talking, stunned.
"You?" the boy complained, pointing an accusing finger. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He glanced down at Red lying in Green's arms, his eyes widening. "What the fuck is he doing here?"
"G-Gold," the girl said, her voice hoarse. She tugged his arm gently. "Watch your language." Gold looked at her, his mouth wide open, still pointing at Red and Green.
"Crys, don't you know who those two are?" he asked her. "The guy in red is the guy who first beat Silver's..." he trailed off his eyes widening as he remembered something, the girl reacting in the same way at the mention of the name. Suddenly, they both screamed, Green nearly leaping out of his coat in fright. He blinked, startled at the two who were now screaming out the cell bars.
"Silver! Where's Silver!" they shouted in unison. Green rose an eyebrow. Who the hell was Silver?
Red stirred below him, groaning. Green looked down, his head tilted to the side.
"Red?"
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I imagine Gold as that kid who swears all the time, no matter what he's talking about. And I imagine Crystal as that kid's friend who scolds him all the time for it. And they're both very forgetful. Poor Silver.
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