Illusions of the Soul (Pokémon)

Awoken (2)

"LET ME GO YOU BASTARDS!" Silver thrashed and kicked against the grunts holding him down, struggling against the restraints that cuffed him to the table.

A sadistic laugh was heard from the corner of the room, the lanky scientist approaching and leaning down to look at him, "Oh you silly silly boy, you know struggling will only make this harder for you... Why fight it? We only want to make you great!"

This was responded with by Silver spitting in his face, "Go to hell!"

The head scientist scoffed, cleaning his face off with a handkerchief, "Suite yourself, at least we can test how strong your pain tolerance is." He took out a syringe and tapped the needle a few times before looking over, "Tell me, how long do you think you will last? I would think the great Team Rocket Prince would be quite capable, but the agent we hired seem to grab you quite easily."

Silver hissed, squirming at the cuffs as they cut into his skin, "I have NOTHING to do with them! I'm my own person, and if you think what my father does gives you ANY merit to do what you're doing you've got another think coming you moron!"

The man stopped, lowering the needle, and grabbing his chin, "You speak as if you have a leg to stand on child, but to my observations, you seem to be quite defenseless right now."

"Well your observations are incorrect, because my friends-"

"Friends?" He chuckled, his grip tightening enough to bruise, "Boy, your friends don't know where you are, your Pokémon are far from where you'll get your grubby little hands on them, those cuffs are known to immobilize dragons... Oh, and this as well." There was a sharp jab as the man shoved the needle into his neck, injecting whatever the hell it was into him, before removing it. Very slowly, Silver felt his limbs begin to seize up until he was completely paralyzed from the neck down.

"W-What the fuck did you do to me?!" He yelled angrily, trying desperately to not let the panic rising up in the back of his throat show in his voice.

It was unsuccessful though, as the scientist smirked, "Aww, you're trembling, how adorable... You're like a tiny little Yamper terrified after their first bath... Don't worry though-" He patted his cheek, "The pain will be worth it." He flipped the table flat and walked away.

Silver continued to yell and scream obscenities towards the scientist as he and the grunts headed behind the glass, the sound getting muffled by the protective barrier. His angry tirade was only ignored, until he stopped when he noticed the blinding light over his head.

There was a flash and-!

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" He roared as he suddenly sat up, hyperventilating and shaking, still coming out of that nightmare.

Silver panted, taking a deep breath to still himself. This was... Different... The first time in the last... Arceus he didn't know how long he wasn't drugged out of his mind... He was actually able to look around for once and get a good sense of his surroundings.

It... wasn't what he expected. Instead of a cell, he found himself swaddled in a mound of blankets and pillows. The room didn't even look secure, more like... a ruin of some sort... The walls were crumbling, looking to be the remains of what must have been a castle...

Slowly, he sat up, sore, but surprised to see that his wounds had been patched up, and he was clean as well... His stomach rumbled, and he looked around, spotting what looked to be a water bowl and a bowl of... Pokémon kibble...?

"Maybe I am still drugged up..." He groaned, leaning back into the comfort of the pillows and blankets, "Either that or the fucks think it's funny to degrade me to eating like an animal..."