A/N: Before anybody gets offended, in Blake's POV, he is blunt about describing people. If the character is a psycho, he'll describe them as a psycho. If the character is ugly, he'll describe them as ugly.
A/N #2: I might do some rewrites in the future if needed. Hopefully this will be the final draft of the story. I might make a separate story for my scrapped revisions of the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or some of the characters mentioned in this story. Custom characters and the "magic system" are all my work. This story is PG-13, I'll try to moderate the violence but no promises.
Italics - Thoughts, Passage of Time
Bold: Attack Names, POV changes, Flashback, Emphasis
3rd Person POV:
They say that life will always get better once you reach rock bottom. They say once you reach rock bottom, the only way is up. This dark blue haired, tan-skinned crybaby had just experienced some of his worst weeks ever.
Blake is like any normal 12-year-old boy. Dreaming of being the very best, like no one ever was. One would expect this to be a journey filled with happy adventures. Get a Pokémon, travel around the region, beat gym leaders, dispose of bad guys. How would you feel about yourself when you fail horribly? Terrible, right?
Flashback
"Blastoise, use Hydro Pump!" Blake ordered. His Blastoise cocked its cannons back and fired a giant torrent of water at the opposing Golbat, knocking it into the opposing grunt.
'This isn't that hard at all.' Blake arrogantly thought. Taking a keycard from the unconscious grunt's body and swiping it through a card reader, opening the doors to a suspicious warehouse.
Blake walks through the dimly lit warehouse with his trusty Blastoise by his side, unaware of what was lurking in the room. Blake takes a wrong step, accidentally stepping on a pressure plate which drops a cage right on top of him.
Blake immediately bangs on the cages, shouting to be let out when he hears footsteps approaching him. The footstep belongs to an attractive woman with long pink hair adorned with stars.
"My my, you're quite the energetic one," the woman commented.
"Let me out you witch!" the boy demanded, only to be met with a sharp jolt of electricity – charring him.
"Didn't your parents teach you manners?" The woman asked unamused. An Electivire comes out from the shadows, shocking Blake's Blastoise with a Thunderbolt–rendering him unconscious.
"Blastoise!" Blake cries trying to reach for Blastoise's Poké Ball, only to be shocked again by the Electivire. The boy drops to the floor, barely conscious.
The woman shakes her head at his helplessness. "What should I do with you?" A wicked smile forms on her face. "Maybe a little bit of torture." This causes the boy to jolt back in fear. "Yeah, that'll be fun. Electivire, knock him out for me." Electivire zaps the remaining consciousness out of the boy, causing him to black out.
Flashback End
Blake's POV:
That's how I ended up in this cell. Trapped and secluded from the outside world. My daily routine includes repeated beatings courtesy from the pink haired woman, occasional visits from the grunts I knocked out who also gave me beatings, and eating the daily painkiller that mysteriously appears in my cell to numb away the pain.
Today, the pink haired woman entered the cell with a weird glowing orb. It was around the size of an eyeball, with a mysterious aura surrounding it. It wasn't the first time that she came in with an odd looking drug, but she has never brought in something like the orb.
"Hey little hero, I have another drug for you to try," the pink-haired psycho woman said. Her presence always scared the life out of me, as it always led to the most brutal beatings of my life. Each day the beating got worse and worse. "I bought it from a shady dealer in an alleyway, he said that it was meant to make you stronger." The woman explained to me pointlessly, I only glared in response.
The psycho lady started trying to force feed me the drug, with me shutting my mouth in response. "Open your mouth, you worthless piece of shit." We were in a struggle for a few more seconds until I finally gave up as her strength was too great. I immediately started spazzing out as soon as the drug entered my system, eliciting a smirk of amusement from my sorry state in the woman.
She said something afterward, but I couldn't really make out what she said. I had already blacked out.
3 days later
All I could hear waking up were the sounds of panicking grunts and the sharp sound of sirens. Listening in on their conversations, apparently the whole place was being evacuated. Seeing me awake, the grunts contemplate taking me with them but decide not to. Apparently I wasn't "worth their time."
The loud sirens came to a stop around an hour later. I guess they all finished evacuating. I tried to break out of my shackles to no avail, I was just too weak due to everything that happened.
I start hearing footsteps approaching, unconsciously shuddering in fear of the person approaching. As the footsteps get closer I shut my eyes tight, scared of the approaching person.
"Are you alright?" The person inquired.
I open my eyes to see a man with light blue hair and a decent-sized frame. He is looking at me with a worried expression.
"Y-yeah," That's all I could say. It was hard to be cheerful after what happened.
"Would you mind telling me your name, young man?" The man asked.
"I'm Blake," I answered.
"Last name?" The man asked.
"Hiiro."
The man began asking me questions one after another, all answered in short sentences.
"So you were locked inside here for weeks, and during that time you were abused everyday?" I only nodded in agreement. "Man that must've sucked." The man said nonchalantly.
"I'm sorry about what they did to you, once I unlock your shackles, run away and go live your life." The man unlocks my chains and walks out of the cell. "Team Starlight, that's the name of our organization. Do what you want with that information." With that, the man walked away.
3rd Person POV:
Blake limps down the hallways of the cellar area, finding many empty cells. 'Looks like they cleared out the place.' Blake thought. The smell of blood filled the halls, along with the sound of weak whimpering. Approaching the cell, the bruised and battered boy finds an injured Jolteon.
He starts pulling on the bars, hoping that he could just pull these bars apart. When that didn't work, he resorted to slamming himself into the bars.
"Ow," the boy complained as he patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here."
The boy repeatedly slammed into the bars for minutes, out of frustration he grabbed the cell door and–it opened. The boy could only facepalm at his stupidity.
As he entered the cell, the Jolteon jolted up and started growling at the boy. When the boy reached his arm out to grab onto the shackles, the Jolteon bit down on it, hard.
The boy started running around in pain, it hurt just as much as when the grunts beat him up, but nowhere near as bad as when that woman beat him.
"Why'd you do that, I'm only trying to help!" The boy whined in pain, and soon in fear as the Jolteon started barking loudly at him. The boy began bowing at the Pokémon repeatedly, slamming his head hard into the ground while saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I only want to unlock your shackles! Please don't hurt me!"
After what seemed like forever, the Jolteon stopped barking as his exhaustion began catching up with him.
"Just stay still and let me help you," Blake grabbed the shackling and began tugging hard at it. The Jolteon widened its eyes at the jester. "Let…me…pull…this…off of…you…already!" Seeing him pull with all his might, the Jolteon bites down the shackles using Bite. The combined efforts of the two of them eventually led to the shackles being pulled off the wall, freeing Jolteon.
The Jolteon immediately cuddles up around the boy, licking the boy in gratitude.
"Ahaha, that tickles, stop!" The boy pleaded. He couldn't help but smile for the first time in the past few weeks.
"Let's get out of here," the boy said.
The two of them walk down the halls of the cellar, eventually reaching a room filled with boxes. 'A storage room? Maybe I can find my Pokémon here too!' He thought. The two of them search the room filled with boxes for around half an hour, hoping to find some of his Poké Balls. They soon give up, however. The Poké Balls seemed to have been taken, along with everything else in the room.
Blake's POV:
I should've been more careful. If I had been, none of this would've ever happened. This could've gone a lot differently if it wasn't for that man, I probably would've been killed. Now I've lost everything, my Pokémon and everything in my bag. I even lost that letter from Kuraki that I haven't opened yet. Seeing me look all sad, Jolteon rubs its head on my leg.
"Thanks Jolteon." It didn't completely remove the negativity in me, but it did make me feel better.
"Let's get out of here."
Leaving behind my unintentional home for the last few weeks, I make my way to the nearest Pokémon Center to heal Jolteon, his injuries were quite bad. Nurse Joy however was more worried about my condition, she said that it's like I was battling.
After what seemed like forever, Jolteon had finally been healed.
"Thank you for coming to the Pokémon Center, we hope you see you again," Nurse Joy said with her normal cheery attitude.
"Thanks!" I pick up Jolteon and walk out of the center.
'Where's the nearest Poké Taxi.' I wondered as I walked around town with Jolteon. It gets kind of hard to just call him Jolteon in my mind, I should come up with a name for him.
"Hey Jolteon, you want a nickname?" I asked the yellow spikey dog. Getting a nice cheery response from him.
"You're quite spikey, how about Spike?" Jolteon nods his head in agreement. "Spike it is!"
1 day later
It took around a day to travel from Saffron–the city I was kidnapped in–to arrive back at Pallet Town. I couldn't continue my journey anymore without my Pokémon team, so this is all I could do.
It was noon when I arrived at my peaceful home town, I've really missed this place. It brings back good memories. Walking down the dirt roads, I eventually walk past the garden run by Carmella. She was a fat woman with curly green hair flowing from her head. She looks pretty scary but she's actually really nice once you get to know her.
"Carmella, I'm back!" I shouted into the garden.
"Huh?! Is that you Blake?!" Carmella shouted back from the garden.
"Yeah, it's me!"
Carmella walks up to me, ruffling my hair.
"You haven't visited us in a while, you had us all worried," Carmella said.
"I've been…busy," I replied. I couldn't tell them about what happened.
"I bet you have, I'm sure Kuraki would love to hear all about it. Sucks that she left town to join some academy far away."
"Huh? Kuraki moved away?" I asked. "She never mentioned that to me."
"Weird, I thought she sent you a letter a few weeks ago." Carmella answered.
"A few weeks ago…I must've lost it." I'm an idiot! Why didn't I read that letter!
"That is something you would do," Carmella commented.
"Is not!" The two of us began bantering for a while. Eventually after being on the losing end of the banter, I give up.
"Whatever. I'm going to go somewhere else."
I wave Carmella goodbye continuing down the dirt road, pondering what Kuraki could've written in that letter. My thoughts are interrupted once I meet a crowd of people, with Haiiro–a boy a year older than me with spiky orange hair paired with his matching orange eyes–at the center of it.
The boy waves at me with a smile. "Yo Blake, it's been a while."
A/N: Ending Chapter 1 here, the next chapter is going to be even more suffering for our favorite tan boy!
B: Thanks dickhead.
LW: You should've known that it wasn't going to be easy, every version of you goes through something.
B: And I'm going through the worst of it, you sadist.
Next Chapter is Called…
A Crushing Betrayal
Thank you for reading!