Member for 10y & 3w
February 14, 2017 11:00pm
((it... it's been YEARS... LET THERE BE LIFE...))
Consciousness isn't always a clear line. Who's to say whether the taste of blood in your mouth is real, or just part of some horrific dream? Damien's heartbeat echoed painfully in his skull, over, and over, and over. Badump. Badump.
Movement. Bruises hitting the ground, sending new aches through his tiny body. His father? No, of course not. How could he be so stupid...? Badump.
Rocks spilled out over him, burying him alive. They should have crushed him, but they just kept falling, and falling, and the light above him got further and further away. He couldn't push the rocks away, he was too small, too small. Badump.
Damien was thrown very roughly onto the ground. The world slowly swam into his vision, a blur of colors and light. Every inch of him screamed with pain. He closed his eyes again; perhaps he would have more time to find his bearings if he pretended that he was still unconscious.
A sharp kick to the side. No such luck. "Good morning, little hero!" A grating voice was in his face, close enough for Damien to feel the heat of the other Pokemon's breath. He forced his eyes open, finally allowing his vision to adjust. A Nidoking was bending down to his level, absolutely colossal above him. It was a FEAR; its red eyes and the feeling of absolute dread they instilled as he looked at them made that abundantly clear. So much for hoping this was a nightmare.
"So glad that you and all of your friends could join us here today," the Nidoking guffawed, standing up to his full height. "You'll now be living out the rest of your days in this camp, working for the glory of FEAR everywhere. You should feel honored that you'll finally be able to contribute to something meaningful now, instead of running around and trying to meddle in the plans of Pokemon greater than you."
Damien wanted to speak out, say something heroic, defiant. He wanted to show some amazing burst of power and take down this beast, freeing himself and his friends. He couldn't even try, though; his muscles were frozen, his body unwilling to make even the slightest resistance.
A Grovyle FEAR approached him from behind, clamping an iron shackle to his right leg. It continued on to the others, chaining them similarly. The Nidoking went on with his speech. "You belong to us now. Your new IDs are on your cuffs. You'll be escorted to your sleeping quarters, and tomorrow you'll be expected to begin hard labor. Have a nice rest!"
Apparently this was all the introduction they would be getting, as the Grovyle led them off towards a series of buildings. Pokemon were chained and performing all kinds of menial labor in the surrounding area, looking defeated and tired as they went. Damien turned his head away from them, not willing to think about the fact that he would be joining them soon. They reached the sleeping quarters, and the Grovyle shooed them all inside. "Don't leave this building without one of us coming to get you. If you even so much as think about escaping, we'll know." Somehow, Damien believed it.
The 'sleeping quarters' were no more than a series of wooden slats on the walls, providing the most cramped bunks imaginable. Of course, what else would he expect? His mind numbed, Damien flopped his tired body onto one of the bunks, letting his flame go out. Everything hurt. "Kenna," he muttered weakly, staring blankly into space. "Oh god... Kenna, where are you?"