The Hackers {A Pokémon Fanfic}

••Chapter Three••

||Misao's Point Of View||

It had been hours since Elle left. I assumed that night was starting to fall, as it had been midday when I had taken my short nap.

The cell was freezing, and I hated it. I was shivering as cold seeped through the cell bars, refusing to stop.

Suddenly, a loud scream. I ran to my cell bars, grasping them between my paws. The scream was cut short, and then, there was silence.

"Some Pokémon never learn, do they?" The voice was oddly familiar. A stink hit my nose as the Flygon from earlier passed by.

"Hello, little prisoner? What are you doing there?" He stopped by my cell door.

I hissed. "Leave me alone. I don't wanna talk to you."

He snorted. "Who do you want to talk to? Elle, possibly?" His eyes filled with some sort of rage.

"W-what? Who's Elle?"

He smiled, flying backwards slightly. Then, he came back, a limp Espeon clamped firmly in his jaws.

"This is Elle, you liar."

"N-no! You. . . you killed Elle!"

"Of course I did! What else was I supposed to do with a traitor?"

"How did you find out!?"

"I know everything, little buttercup. Now be a good prisoner and don't ever try to escape, okay?" He threw Elle to the ground, proceeding to fly away.

"Misao. . . I-I'm still alive. All he d-did was knock me unconscious. . . b-but he doesn't know that. He th-thinks I'm dead," Elle stuttered. She coughed, and blood came out of her mouth. I cringed slightly.

"Can you stand up? Did he break your legs or anything?"

"I think he sh-shattered my front legs. I can't feel them a-at all."

I stuck my paw through the bars. "Take my paw. I'll try to help you up."

She took it, standing up shakily. As soon as her front paws hit the floor, she collapsed.

"I won't b-be able to w-walk ever again, w-will I?" Tears spilled town her face. "Nothing will ev-ever b-be the same, will i-it?"

"He's coming again, Elle. You gotta be completely still or he's gonna kill you."

She nodded and went completely still.

"I got you some food, how does it look?" The Flygon was suddenly in front of me, holding out a plate of rotting meat.

"You couldn't find anything fresh?" I gagged as he handed the plate to me.

"No. You should just be grateful I'm even giving you any food considering how much of a danger you are to us," He growled. "By the way, you will address me as Master Ro, understood?"

"Yep, I understand."

He scratched me across the face violently. "Do. You. Understand."

"Y-yes, I understand, Master Ro," I said nervously. Blood seeped down my face and into my eyes, temporarily blinding me.

"Now that's what I like to hear! So, what's your name, prisoner?"

"I'm Misao. P-please don't hurt me, Master Ro."

"Haha, I won't hurt you, Misao. You're actually obeying me, just like little Elle told you to. Stay here, and eat that Magikarp, okay?" His time was suddenly softer, and it reminded me of how I talked to Koko and Ichii.