Trapped in the Darkness – Chapter 15

A Pokemon Fanfiction

I am trying so desperately not to throw myself on the ground and cry at all of your feet, you guys. You are some of the most loyal readers I have ever EVER had and- Arceus, I'm just so happy all you guys reviewed. You deserve this chapter. This is for you guys!

There's a lot of stress-filled cursing in this chapter.

Enjoy!

Pearl: The owner owns nothing!

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Green's feet pounded over the dry earth, hearing Pearl close on his heels. His lungs and throat seared, but he continued to sprint.

The reason Green's Pidgeot dropped them off so far off was because there were black storm clouds in the distance that seemed to be coming closer to all of them. The air filled with static, Green relished the thought that Zapdos was coming to help perform justice. The oncoming rain chilled the air and Green's right arm, the one that he broke as a child, was beginning to throb.

Memories washed over him before he could hold them back.

"Come on, Red!"

Green scrambled up the large oak with the speed of a Sentret, making his way carefully over to a branch before sitting on it, slinging his legs over. He grinned down at the boy on the ground impishly, kicking the air impatiently.

The raven boy, Red, shook his head slowly. He gazed up at his best friend with his large red irises, frowning softly.

Green pursed his lips before they upturned into a quick smirk. "What's wrong, Red? Chicken?"

Red didn't take offense to this at all. He shook his head again, his dark locks falling into his face and over his eyes. His voice was nearly inaudible. "It's dangerous."

Green, who was used to his friends quiet voice and had heard him perfectly, scoffed at his friend's lack of excitement. "No it's not!" he said, dangling his legs. "I'm fine, aren't I?" He pouted, leaning forward.

Red widened his eyes as he saw his friend bend toward him. When Green noticed this he leaned back to laugh, but misjudged the angle and went toppling backwards.

Green shivered as he remembered the world spinning. The branch wasn't that high, so Green didn't kill himself, but he did break his arm and three different places and it took a while to heal. Red had ran to get his mom, and she carried Green to Gramps (who threw a fit).

He shoved those memories to the side of his mind and used them to push him further ahead. This chilled air seemed to get colder closer to the castle. Green also begin noticing that Pearl seemed to be holding back as he ran, keeping himself from going as fast as Green.

He looked. . . afraid.

"Come on, Pearl!" he shouted, catching the Sinnoh-native's attention. Green's memories whipped him in the face and he continued with, "Stop chickening out!"

Pearl furrowed his brow in confusion before he understood. He grinned, speeding up, and soon Green had trouble catching up with him.

The Viridian Gym leader felt raindrops on his face just as the made it to the front gate. Green stopped suddenly, throwing his hand out at the door.

"Pidgeot, Drill Peck!" he screamed, and his Pidgeot happily reacted. There was a shower of splintering wood before Pearl and Green burst in through the door after being coating in a fine layer of dust.

There was a few moments of surprised silence before chaos erupted.

Green quickly ordered a gust from Pidgeot to stun the others before he grabbed Pearl by the arm and dragged him out of the way and toward the dungeon.

There were a few trainers who stood in his way, but they barely lasted a couple seconds as Green barreled through with his Pidgeot. They stared as their Zubats and Lilipups fainted, just as Green continued his run through shouting obscenities.

At last they came to the door that lead to the basement and Green eagerly kicked it open, but it ended in him tripping as he hit the first step. He rolled down the staircase, coming to his stop at the bottom of the steps. Pearl rushed to his aid.

"Augh!" the gym leader yelled. "That fucking hurts!" He rubbed his head just as Crystal's scream was heard from inside the cell.

"Green, look out!"

Green barely had enough time to look up and avoid the dagger that was thrown in his body's direction. He kicked the figure with his legs, and the grunt flew backward, his knife falling out of his hands and clanging to the ground.

Green, panting, stood up holding a sore shoulder before he let his arm drop to his side. The figure, who became Mars as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, was lying there cold and still, but she was only knocked out.

Green blinked. "That was easier than I expected," he croaked, running a hand through his damp, auburn hair. He turned to face the cell and almost cringed by the expressions he and Pearl were getting. There was a few that showed hope, but most others showed fear. Or even as far as terror.

"Uh," Pearl began. He raised his right hand in a friendly manner. "Hi."

There was more silence.

"You were dead," Gold stated, the dark circles under his eyes beginning to fade as his eyes glittered with dull anticipation. Green and Pearl groaned.

"Okay, let's just tell you that these assholes are the worst at telling if someone is dead," Green said bitterly. "Or they're just really good liars." He glanced at Red, and his friend's gaze was stern and contained all of his emotions. His eyes were hard; agony written through them like he believed this was all just one big trick. Green gave him a small smile.

"I assure you, I'm one hundred percent alive."

Sapphire rushed forward, clutching the bars irately. She grinned. "If you guys are really alive, then why don't you let us out of here!" she said, trying to shake the bars she had her fists around.

Green blinked again, realizing that was why he was here. He smiled sheepishly, walking over to the keys hanging from the wall. "Right," he said simply. "Sorry." Making his way over to the cell door, he picked one of the keys and lodged it in the lock, turning.

Nothing happened.

Green laughed nervously.

"Not that one," he said, pulling another one of the five keys up into the lock. The same thing happened and he grimaced. "Don't tell me I have to try all five," he muttered.

"Just do it!" Black yelled.

Green, startled, held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "Fine! Fine!"

He then proceeded to use each one, each ending in the same results. Green stared at the ring of keys incredulously. "Are you serious?" he asked.

Gold didn't seem to get it. "What's wrong?"

Green slammed his head against the lock, groaning in irritation. "They're all fakes," he hissed, throwing the keys against the wall. The noisily hit the wall with jingling sounds.

Silver slapped his hand to his forehead. "That would happen, wouldn't it."

Pearl looked up from where he was holding Platinum's hand. "What are we going to do now, Green?" he asked.

"Well, uh, I guess we could..." Green trailed off, yelping as an explosion from upstairs shook the whole building. White blinked, looking at the ceiling, curiosity lighting up her face.

"What was that?" she asked. Green looked up at the ceiling, frowning.

"Damn Morty," Green muttered. "I told him not to get carried away."

Crystal and Gold seemed to grow excited. "Morty's here?" they asked. Green nodded absentmindedly, thinking. He was promptly torn out of his thoughts when Sapphire grabbed him by his coat, shaking him.

"Green, you are going to get me out of here," she said her voice low and deadly. "Or there will be consequences." Ruby didn't do anything to help Green, showing he wanted just as much as his friend to get out of here.

Green held his hands up again in a surrendering gesture. "Alright, alright!" When he was let go by the Hoenn Champion, he decided to tug on the bars uselessly.

"Green!"

"I'm trying! Shut up!"

"You aren't going to try, you are going to do! And don't tell me to shut up!"

"I'm sorry I don't have super-strength, Sapphire! And I'll tell you to shut up if I want you to!"

"Well, you better develop some or I'll kick your ass!"

"What did you just say?"

"I said I'm going to fucking kick your ass if you don't get me out of here!"

"Oh, for the love of Arceus, stop fighting!" Silver yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "We don't have time for the two of you bickering about nothing!"

Green and Sapphire both snorted, pointing at one another. "They started it!" they said simultaneously. They glared at each other.

"We don't care who started it!" Black interjected loudly. "Just stop arguing for fuck's sakes and get us out of here!"

Green groaned in frustration. "I can't get you out of here if I don't have a key! I don't have any of my other Pokemon yet, and I can't exactly just tell my Pidgeot to break open a jail cell, no matter how strong it's feeling!" He suddenly noticed the disappearance of his Pokemon. "Fuck."

"What is it?" N asked, slightly unhappy by the language used by most of the trainers in the cell.

Black snorted, crossing his arms. "Who cares?"

Green glared, but answered anyway. "My Pidgeot is gone."

"That's unfortunate."

There was not a scrap of sincerity in Black's voice. Irritated, Green was about to send back a retort when he saw Black's gaze. It went directly to his green-haired companion. N had bandages running from his left hand to his elbow, and the skin underneath was red.

Green's mouth went dry and he held back his rude comment. I was easy to considering his Pidgeot flew in from the top of the steps a few seconds later.

"What's wrong, Green?" Cynthia asked as she appeared at the top of the steps. Green motioned to the cell, holding his head in his hands. She smiled, making her way down as her Garchomp followed her.

She motioned for the others go get away from the cell doors before her Garchomp stood before them. All of the trainers gathered in the back, bracing for whatever Cynthia was planning. And they were right to.

"Brick break," she commanded calmly.

Green shut his eyes to protect his eyes from dust particles. Then there was screeching metal and clanging bars as they fell to the ground. When he opened his eyes again, there was a large hole in the cell door and Cynthia was making her way back upstairs.

"Come on up when you're ready," she said over her shoulder.

"Don't mind if I do," Gold muttered, running out of the cell and up the steps, Silver and Crystal on his heels. The cell slowly began emptying out, everyone on their way to rescue their Pokemon. The last one to walk out was Red.

He avoided Green's gaze. "So."

"So."

There was a few seconds of silence before Red looked up at him. His quiet voice was hoarse from disuse and almost gone. "You aren't dead."

Green cracked a smile, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah. I'm alive."

"Good." He hesitated before taking Green's hand and holding it. He dropped it after a second, smiling. Green couldn't help but grin. Red turned, pulling down the brim of his hat. "Don't get me worried again, Green. I may not be so forgiving next time."

Green rolled his eyes. "Of course not. We're going to take these guys down for good this time, right?"

Red thought a minute. "Well," he said, "I actually think you should take care of it. I did all of the work last time, remember?" He rose an eyebrow, but his eyes were teasing. "Or maybe you don't. You were probably too busy becoming Champion to notice."

Green went red and his rival laughed. "I can if you want me to," he stammered, looking away. Red stopped laughing, not expecting that answer. He brushed it off and smirked wickedly.

"Nope. You're not hogging all the fun," he said finally. Green looked back at his rival, mildly surprised by his expression.

Red's crimson eyes were alight with anticipation. His midnight black locks framed his face underneath his famous hat. His lips were still smirking.

Green felt his stomach leap. "It's dangerous," tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it. Red's smirk turned into a genuine smile, one of those kinds Green saw only rarely.

"Just don't break you're arm and I think you'll be fine," he said, his quiet voice soft. He began ascending the steps. "Come on, Green. If I don't see Pika soon I'll have to rip someone limb from limb."

Green, still stunned Red knew exactly what he was thinking, quickly followed his friend. He wasn't sure whether not Red was joking or not about his Pikachu.

But then again, he thought the same for his Eevee.

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Woosh. Finally I get to incorporate more of my OTP.

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