Pokemon Revival (Discontinued)

Chapter 58 The Life She Lived Part 2

(Zuria POV, months ago)

I was younger, much younger... I wasn't nearly old enough, to endure what I had been put through. Inside a dark cave system, deep underground, there was a shiny zorua. This certain zorua, was chained, put into a small hole in the cave, that had been turned into a makeshift cage. This zorua, was bruised, beaten, and bludgeoned. But this zorua, was also me.

I don't remember much of what happened during my time there, but I remembered my captors, and my pain. My captors, were none other than the alphas of my species. That's right, my captors were zoroark. Why would they do this you may ask? Well, that's a pretty simple answer, my kind is ruthless.

When I was taken, it was nearly days after I had been born. I was forcibly taken by the higher ups from my pack, snatched away form my parents. I never truly got to meet them, the only things I remember are their scent, and their screams of disapproval. I don't know why they did it, was it because I was shiny? Or was it because I had potential?

After that day, I had been locked up, never to see light again. They threw me in a cage, and after a few days of my screams being unanswered, I gave up. A little while after they finally gave me my first meal. They threw a defenseless creature in my cage. It was small and frail, I didn't know what it was. Not like it mattered, once my hunger took over, killing it was as simple as eating it.

Every meal I received was like that, a live creature I had to kill to eat. But the meals and the dark weren't the only forms of cruelty I received. After that, I was given training. These trainings went from battle tactics, to building up my body, and more.

The battles, were like I said. But as fate would have it this would not be some normal sparring. I was put up against other zorua, probably taken from their parents as well. Children fighting children, it was sick. We had no choice to fight, or we would be killed together. I was scared, so I fought, and I won... over.. and over... and over again...

How many did I kill? I can hardly remember, but that... was nothing compared to what my other training was.

Daily, every... F**KING DAY! They chained me up by my forelegs, and would cut me. Oh they made sure they wouldn't let me die, they made sure of it. The cuts were never deep enough to be fatal, only enough to make scars. As my tears fell, and I cried, pleaded with those monsters to stop, they would only laugh, and continue to cut me.

Those trainings went on for however long, until I finally evolved.

Things got worse from that point, they knew I had the strength back then to fight them, to they made sure I wasn't fed enough to work with that. They kept me malnourished, so that I couldn't fight. Their training on teaching me how to fight would no longer work, so what did they resort to? Simple, longer, and more gruesome beatings.

Now, it wasn't just cutting, they would hit me, beat me, use flamethrower, do everything they could to train my body, or more or less torture my body into submission. The pain never stopped, but the tears did. I guess you could say I ran out, or just didn't care. It was like that, that was my life, nothing more to it. I was so used to it by then, being in pain was second nature.