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Silver Redemption	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Silver Redemption
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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WARNING: The flashback in this chapter contains the death of a Pokémon, child abuse and implied molestation. Feel free to skip the flashback if you wish.
What felt like months had only been a week since Silver had first met Gold. Their next meeting was in Azalea Town this time.
Silver had once again lost to Gold, despite having added a Gastly and Zubat to his team. His head was spinning. Gold had not only defeated Team Rocket grunts and an Executive, but had won against him, just like their first meeting. Despite the fact that voices were playing through his mind worse than usual, he hid his fear behind anger.
“I hate the weak,” Silver snarled as he clenched his hands into fists. “Pokémon, trainers. It doesn’t matter who or what. I’m going to be strong and wipe out the weak. That goes for Team Rocket, too. They act big and tough in a group. But get them alone, and they’re weak. I hate them all. You stay out of my way. A weakling like you is only a distraction.”
“Silver, don’t leave!” Gold called out as Silver turned to go. “Silver!”
I hate them all, Silver thought to himself as his body shook. He could feel hands from the past all over his body, cruel words being screamed at him. He remembered how he would cower in the corner of his bedroom, statue still in an attempt to keep his father from getting mad at him. I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all. I’ll rip them to pieces. And him… That boy stands no chance against them. Hmph. I hope he gets what’s coming to him – interfering with Team Rocket…
“Silver!”
Silver was snapped out of his thoughts as someone grabbed his arm. With a loud shout, Silver shoved at whoever had touched him and scooted backwards.
“Never touch me – don’t you ever touch me!” Silver screamed as he stared down at Gold who was now on the ground. “Don’t even come near me! Stay away from me!”
“Silver…” Gold’s lips curled into a frown. He couldn’t understand why this child reacts the way that he does. “Silver, why are you doing this…?”
Silver couldn’t stop the cold chuckle. He couldn’t stop the memories that overwhelmed him. It was just the memories had only happened yesterday; they were so vivid that he had no choice but to become lost in them.
XX-FLASHBACK-XX
Silver couldn’t help but stare blankly at the wall of his bedroom. He was four, but despite that, his father had beaten him viciously – worse than usual. He was aware of the blood that dripped down the side of his face but he knew what his father would do if he made an attempt to wipe it off.
Shouting and banging could be heard from the man’s office. It seemed that Giovanni was yelling at the Executives once again.
Better them than me… Silver thought glumly. His eyes glazed over as he became more unfocused. Tears dripped down his cheeks unconsciously, mingling with his blood, but Silver paid no heed to that fact.
“Daddy…” Silver finally whimpered as his young mind finally came to terms with what had happened. “D-daddy…”
Hours had passed by and still Silver had not moved from where his father had dropped him. He loved his father, no matter what transpired between them, and he desperately wanted his father’s approval – wanted just once to hear his father tell him that he loved him, or even just… that he was somewhat proud.
However, when a large bang sounded from behind him, Silver jumped with a loud squeak. Having lived in terror his entire life had caused him to fear any sudden noises as well as movements. He turned around slowly, almost too afraid in case it was Giovanni or another Team Rocket member there to hurt him.
Silver’s eyes widened as he saw blood on his window. He knew that it wasn’t his because his blood was painted all over the carpet and on the wall furthest from the window. With a loud cry of pain and sudden worry for whatever had gotten hurt, he pushed himself to his feet and over to his window.
With trembling hands, Silver unlatched the window and pushed it open. He was too small to see over the ledge, so he cautiously made his way to his bedroom door with a severe limp. He raised an arm to grab the doorhandle – but the action caused a sharp pain in his chest and his breath caught. He pushed on, worried about the creature that had gotten blood on his window.
Silver crept as silently as he could manage throughout the Team Rocket Headquarters, but it apparently wasn’t quiet enough – he had been caught by one of the Executives, a red-headed woman named Ariana. He gulped as fresh tears fell from his eyes.
“Now where is little baby Silv going?” Ariana smirked. As always, it sent shivers down Silver’s spine.
Silver’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly as his body shook harder. He raised a quivering hand and pointed in the direction of the exit to the outside.
Ariana’s smirk only widened. She tutted. “Now, now, little baby, aren’t you forgetting something?”
Silver wrapped his small arms around him as he ducked his head. He knew what the woman wanted. He flinched as the older knelt before him and pulled back when cold hands grabbed his face.
“If you don’t give me what I want, I will tell your father,” Ariana whispered into the child’s ear. “I don’t think he’ll be happy to hear about you being outside.”
Several sobs lodged themselves in Silver’s throat as he placed his lips reluctantly upon the woman’s. He shuddered as he felt hands run over his body, hoping with all his being that Ariana wouldn’t want to take their clothes off today – he only wanted to make sure that whatever was outside wasn’t hurt too badly.
The Gods seemed to have granted Silver some mercy today as Ariana pulled her hand off of the hem of his pants before leaving without a word. Shaking violently, the red-headed child quickly made his way outside as fast as he could with a wounded leg.
The boy crept around the walls of the base, trying to stay out of sight as much as possible – he wasn’t allowed to be outside and if Giovanni knew that he was, the man would skin him alive.
What felt like hours was only a few minutes until Silver arrived underneath his window. His heart dropped as he saw a badly-wounded Pidgey lying on the ground. Its wing was twisted at an odd angle and it was covered in blood. The bird Pokémon tried to hop away from Silver on one leg, but it didn’t get very far.
“I won’t hurt you…” Silver whispered as he approached the frightened creature. “You’re hurt… I’m hurt, too… I only want to help you…”
Silver didn’t have much trouble getting the Pokémon into his arms. Once he wrapped it in his jacket, he hurried back inside the building as fast as he could. He stopped outside of his father’s office and knocked tentatively. He knew he would get into trouble, but he had to help the Pidgey.
“Enter,” Giovanni’s cold voice answered.
Silver was hesitant as he pushed the door open. He peered around the edge with wide eyes before he stepped into the office.
“Daddy…” Silver’s trembling voice whimpered as he approached his father like the elder was a rabid animal. “…”
“What is it, boy?” Giovanni barked. He threw his pen at the child, furious that his precious time had been interrupted by his worthless son. When Silver remained quiet, except for a few sobbing hiccups, his frustration grew. “Speak up!”
“…D-daddy…” Silver’s tears came in a steady stream as he fumbled with his jacket. Giovanni raised an eyebrow when his son pulled out a bloodied creature from his jacket. “…He’s hurt…”
Giovanni took one look at the pathetic bird Pokémon before he sneered at his son.
“Please, help him, Daddy…” Silver’s pathetic whimpers were music to Giovanni’s ears. “He’s hurt… Please…”
“Give it here,” Giovanni stuck his hand out expectantly.
Silver’s facial expression changed from that of a kicked puppy to one of pure happiness. He limped over to his father and held the Pidgey out, just glad that his father was going to help it. However, Silver’s terror grew when his father picked the injured creature up by its injured wing and dangled it in front of his Persian.
Silver screamed. He had never felt so horrified in his life. An innocent creature – an injured, gentle Pidgey – was being tortured. He placed his hands over his eyes when the bird Pokémon’s agonised wails filled the air – however, he wasn’t fast enough to avoid watching as his father placed a huge hand around its neck.
A sickening crack filled the air and Silver cried harder. His hands were forced away from his eyes as he was made to watch the Persian eat the lifeless Pokémon.
“Remember, Silver,” Giovanni hissed, “weak things, injured things, are worthless. They aren’t needed in this world. If you ever find another Pokémon like that, take a page out of my book and kill it. It was weak and it deserved death – as weak things do, humans and Pokémon alike.”
“D-d-daddy…!” Silver wailed. He didn’t know why, but that hurt so much more than anything he had ever gone through. He honestly believed that his father would help the Pidgey, and he had never felt such an attachment to a creature as he did that tiny bird. He could see part of him in it, its weak and defenceless state. His heart went out to it and he wanted nothing more than to help it.
With more painful cries, Silver collapsed to the ground as his father began to beat him once again.
XX-End-Flashback-XX
“Silver… Silver!”
Silver slowly returned back to reality at his name. He glared at Gold as if the black-haired boy was the cause for all of his misery.
“You know nothing…” Silver hissed. “Leave. Me. Alone.”
“I know that someone has hurt you!” Gold pleaded as Silver turned and ran away. “Badly! I can see that! I just want to help!”
Silver ignored the other boy as he tried to put as much distance between them as possible. Help? Help? No one ever helped him. If someone wanted to help him, why couldn’t they have done it when he was still at his father’s mercy? Why did no one care enough to try and help him then? Why was that… that… wannabe-hero the first to even speak those words – even if they weren’t true and just an act, as Silver was convinced they were. He was sure that Gold didn’t care. He knew that Gold was only putting on an act, trying to draw him in so he could get what he wanted. He should know – he had been through that enough times to know the signs.
As Silver ran, he slipped his hand into his sleeve. He clawed at his skin, unblinking as pain made itself known and blood spilt. He didn’t want to stop to get the pocketknife he kept in his bag out, so his fingernails would do for now.
“When will the pain end…?” Silver whispered. “Please… Make it go away…”
Silver ran, not caring where he wound up – just wanting to get as far away from Gold as possible. However, what he wasn’t aware of was the fact that Gold was slowly beginning to become obssessed with him and was already planning their next meeting.
Just how much of Gold would Silver take before he snapped?
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