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This is an art trade between myself and 
tderek99
If you aren't watching him, you should go do so right now! He's a great artist, and he asked me to write a story to tie into his Freeze comic, which you can check out if you haven't already right here!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3938249/ <== cool people click on that link. Don't you wanna be cool? Thought so.
In return, he drew me a pic to use as a thumbnail for my NaNo story. Please go check out his page if you haven't already, and if you enjoy the story, I'd love to hear feedback!
Thanks for viewing, and thanks to tderek99 for the art and the trade!
his half of the trade can be found here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7318329/
And if you want to just read the story here in the description instead of downloading it, I've got it below
Pokemon © Nintendo
Story © me
Art © tderek99
“Ooph...”
The grunt was immediately followed by a cacophony of laughter as Bagon lay for a few seconds, unmoving on the ground. His body had numerous cuts and bruises on it, and his face was stained with tears of pain and frustration. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he tried to push himself up off the ground, but his arm muscles gave out and he plopped down again.
A voice said to him in a mocking tone, “Aww, what's wrong? Giving up so soon? You're pathetic.”
Bagon's rage flared at those words, and with a second effort, he managed to get to his feet, before staring at the source of the voice with the utmost hatred. A Weavile had his arms crossed with a smirk on his face, and behind him were three other Pokémon who were also standing with bravado. To the Weavile's left was a Scyther who had his slightly red-stained scythes crossed in front of him. To the right was a Typhlosion whose eyes were burning as brightly as the fire on his back. And next to him was a Persian who was sitting on his haunches and licking one of his paws as his crescent-shaped eyes stared at the beaten-up Bagon.
The Persian said, “Ha, he doesn't know when to give up does he?”
Weavile shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess not. Well come on boy, let's see what you've got.”
Bagon was just as mad at himself as he was at the group that had hurt him time and time again. It was practically a daily ritual for him. His older brother, a Salamence who ruled over the area, was just as cruel to him as Weavile's group was. Each morning, he was forced away from his powerful brother's protection, and had to essentially survive on his own, and when he returned, he was essentially a slave, doing everything that his brother told him.
There were some days that he managed to elude Weavile and his gang, but those days were extremely rare. When he was unfortunate enough to run into one of them, the result was always the same. He wasn't strong enough to fend any of them off, and before he could escape, the rest of them would show up and make him their entertainment for the day.
To make matters even worse, whenever they did finally leave him alone, and he had the strength to return home, he would still have to deal with his brother. It was as if he were being punished for not being able to take on four stronger Pokémon every day. But there was nothing he could do. He tried running away before, but all that came of that was his brother finding him and dragging him back. The beating he received for trying to run away from his problems was enough to make him think twice about ever doing that again.
Each morning he would wake up with sore muscles, and often at night he would quietly cry himself to sleep, hoping that he would somehow be able to get out of this horrible life. If only he could get stronger and be able to fight back. But even if he were to find a way to beat Weavile and the others, he was still no match for his brother. He was stuck.
With rage in his eyes, Bagon tensed up his body and opened his mouth, shooting a blue fireball directly at Weavile's chest. The dragon rage attack hit him dead on, and for a fraction of a second, Bagon had a glimmer of hope that he had finally done something significant to him. But his forlorn hope was dashed when Weavile merely chuckled.
Brushing off his chest, he said, “Well, well, he's learned a new trick boys. Isn't that cute.”
Bagon's mouth hung open, and he instinctively took a painful step backwards in fear. His strongest move did absolutely nothing to him, and he knew what was about to follow.
Weavile turned to Typhlosion and said, “Show him what a real attack is.”
Typhlosion opened his maw, and Bagon's pupils shrank in fear as a blazing, red fireball shot out and hit him in the stomach. He screamed out in agony at the burns as it felt like his blood was boiling inside of him. It seemed to last an eternity before he gasped out for air and collapsed onto the ground again. He moaned and groaned out in pain, but otherwise, he made no motion to get up as the jeering laughs filled his ears.
After minutes of the humiliating torture, Weavile spoke up again, “Looks like he's had enough.” Bagon heard the sound of footsteps walking toward him, and Weavile leaned down and said to him, “You're lucky,” before walking back and leaving with the other three. Now that they were gone, the tears flowed freely for Bagon. He hated his life. He hated his brother. He hated everyone. All he wanted was to be left alone for once. Why did they have to be so cruel?
Weavile's parting comment was always the same. It was a painful reminder for him. When Bagon first ventured out away from his brother and happened upon Weavile's gang, they were afraid to touch him. They thought that if they did something to Salamence's younger brother, then they would face his wrath. Bagon never found out if his brother sought them out and talked to them or if they just figured it out that his brother didn't care for him much.
But one day, when Bagon saw Weavile and the gang, they fought him, and with their superior numbers and strength, they easily outmatched him and left him broken and dejected. When he managed to get back to his brother, he expected some sort of compassion or mercy, but he just added to the pain by talking down to him saying that he wasn't good enough, and then he hurt him even more for complaining and being weak.
The next day when he was forced to go out and Weavile's crew repeated their brutal treatment, Weavile leaned down and said to him, “You're lucky that your brother's around. If he weren't here, we would have killed you the day we crossed paths. But because he is, we're going to have a lot of fun together.” And with that, he left. Every time that they left, those two words he muttered would be a painful reminder of how tomorrow it will happen all over again, and the next day, and the next day.
When he felt as though he had no more tears to shed, and had the strength to stand, he wiped his eyes and pushed himself up to his feet. Limping, he made his way back to his brother's cave. Likewise when he tried to run away, when Bagon didn't return, his brother went out looking for him, and forcibly drug him back, where an even more painful punishment ensued. All he could do was trudge back every evening and brace himself for the demeaning words and orders that were to follow.
With a deep breath, he walked into the cave. Much to his relief, his brother wasn't there. He knew that he would be back, because he always returned, but it was still nice to have some sort of respite, even if only for a brief bit of time. He went straight for a tiny corner of the cave and curled up, trying to tend to his wounds. There wasn't much that he could do for them, but it still made him feel better, and it allowed him some time to think.
At one point in his life, he didn't even know that he had a brother. His parents had never even mentioned him before, so when Bagon was growing up, his life was much different. He felt important. He felt cared for. But most importantly, he felt loved. Never would he have considered a life without them around: that is until one horrific morning.
He had been sleeping in the same cave he was in now, and he was awoken by the sound of screams as well as claws scraping against rock. What he saw, he would never forget. There in front of him, his mother lay unmoving, and his father weakly stood, panting as blood dripped from his face and sides. Before Bagon could even begin to react, his father was swept off his feet by the unscathed Salamence in front of him, and then a powerful leg lifted and came crashing down on his father's neck.
Bagon thought that he was going to be killed as well. With tears in his eyes and terror in his heart, he cowered back and curled up to try and feebly protect himself. The blow he was expecting never came though, and eventually he lifted his shivering head up to see the strange Salamence standing over him. After a few tense, silent moments, the large dragon snorted and turned his back on him.
Ever since that day, Bagon had been forced to live with his murderous brother, who seemed to be keeping him alive solely for his own entertainment and ease of living. Bagon sighed and tried to clear his mind, but he knew that no matter what he did, his mind would always think of what happened. There was nothing he could do to get it out of his head, and it only added to the sorrows of his accursed life.
Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he heard the rush of wind and the flapping of wings that told him his brother had returned. Swallowing in fear, Bagon stood up at attention and stared at the cave entrance as his brother landed and walked in, holding his head up proudly. He tried to look strong, but there was something about his brother's appearance that made him feel weak and helpless, and he couldn't help but lower his head a little as he strolled in.
The Salamence stared at him with what seemed to be the utmost disgust at seeing his battered and bleeding body. He snorted out through his nostrils and walked directly toward him as his eyes narrowed. He glared at his younger brother for a few seconds, as if inspecting his wounds before saying, “Pathetic.”
He turned his back on him, and for a moment, Bagon thought that tonight he would be spared from his brother's strength, but in a flash, his tail whipped through the air. The powerful muscles of the tail caught him in the stomach, and flung him into the rock wall, knocking the wind out of him and giving him a new knot on the back of his head. The force of the blow caught him off guard, and a cry of pain escaped his mouth before he could stop it.
The sound caused Salamence to whip his head around, and Bagon knew that he was in for it now. Yelling or crying from anything was a sign that he was weak, and every time it happened, his brother would make sure that he knew it. Raising his foreleg, he swatted Bagon in the face, causing him to slide across the ground. This time, even though some of his cuts opened up and it was painful, he was prepared for it and managed to keep his mouth shut. That didn't stop his brother from hitting him a few more times. When Salamence seemed satisfied, he turned his head away from him and lay down on the ground, leaving him there to catch his breath and deal with the bruises.
His brother said very little to him; he didn't have to. It was clear what he thought of him, and if it didn't seem clear, he could beat it into him. At least this time he didn't have to get anything for him, as he seemed to be content enough to pass out. After some time, Salamence was breathing deeply, and Bagon knew that he was asleep. He pounded his fists at the ground, wishing that he could do anything to stop all of this. What had he done to deserve it? He looked over at his brother with fire in his eyes, before turning away from him and curling up himself. One day he would tell himself. One day he would find a way out of all of this.
The next day started just like any other. He went out into the surrounding area, hoping that he could avoid Weavile and the others for once. The land wasn't too impressive overall, but it did have a fair number of trees, and there was a stream that snaked its way through the foliage. The stream widened the longer it went, and the current picked up until it ended in a large waterfall. There were some fairly prominent rocks that jutted out of the water's surface down below. Bagon would be lying if he said he hadn't considered just jumping off and ending his life, but he could never bring himself to go through with it.
He bent down to get a drink from the water, and the sound of rustling leaves made him stop. He knew that that meant one of Weavile's buddies was around, and he had to find a place to hide. He sprinted for the nearest tree, and with practiced grace, he was up it and on a high branch in no time. He held his breath as a flash of orange and black appeared through the dense leaves: Typhlosion.
The strong fire Pokémon didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary at first, and Bagon watched as he came in and out of sight. He was about to breath a sigh of relief when Typhlosion's voice yelled out, “Gotcha!”
Before he could react, a column of fire shot through the air and engulfed the leaves around where he was. Yelling out in surprise and pain, he fell from the tree and landed on his back with a sickening crack as the flames in the tree started to spread. The force of the impact knocked the wind out of him, and he had a hard time getting to his feet.
The task wasn't made any easier by Typhlosion's constant laughing at him. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the others showed up, and he would be ridiculed and beaten. He pounded his fist into the grass, cursing how he had been found so quickly and how he knew that there was nothing that he could do now.
By the time he was able to stand up, his heart sank and his eyes widened as the other three appeared out of the foliage. It was almost as if they had been there the whole time. Weavile chuckled and said, “Isn't it a great morning? We can spend all day together now.”
Bagon's spirit seemed to break. He didn't want this anymore. He didn't care. All he wanted was for it to be over. He screamed back, “One day you'll get what you deserve.”
Weavile responded, “Ooh, look guys, he's feisty today. And who will be the one to punish us huh?”
Bagon clenched his fists and said as threateningly as he could, “I will.”
His words didn't seem to strike any fear into them, because once he said it, all four of them burst out laughing. That only made him more frustrated, but he knew in his current state, he would not be able to live up to his words. Weavile reached up and wiped a tear from his eye and said back, “You will huh? Well why don't you start right now? Here. I'll give you a free hit.”
He stepped forward and put his arms straight out to his sides. With a smirk on his face, he said, “Come on, give me your best shot.”
Bagon had fire in his eyes and his heart, and he channeled all that he could into a dragon rage attack. Screaming out with his fists clenched, he opened his mouth and shot the most powerful blue flame he could. It flew through the air with lightning speed and hit Weavile directly in the chest, causing a small cloud of smoke to appear. Bagon stood his ground and stared, wondering if that did the trick as he waited for the smoke to clear so that he could see.
All of his rage and frustration seemed to be sucked out of him when the smoke dissipated to reveal Weavile standing there as if nothing had happened at all. The usual fear that he felt every day draped over him, and his legs instinctively took a step backwards as they thought about running away.
Weavile smirked and rubbed his chest before saying to the others, “Well, I think I've learned my lesson. What do you think guys? Do you think I got what I deserve?”
The others chuckled and nodded in agreement with him before he continued, “Well then, it's decided. Now that that's over, why don't we get to the fun huh? Have at him.”
He had tilted his head toward Persian, and in a flash, the feline was sprinting toward Bagon. Without even getting time to properly defend himself, Persian's claws slashed him across his chest. Even though he had tried to train himself not to make any sounds when he was around his brother, he held nothing back with these four, and he yelled out in pain as he stumbled backwards and grabbed at his cut chest.
Persian didn't give him any time to even grasp what had happened, and with one powerful kick from his back leg, Bagon was sent into the trunk of the still-burning tree. He landed on his stomach and lay there not moving. He thought about staying where he was so that hopefully they would assume he was unconscious and would maybe leave him alone; but a chunk of a branch from the tree fell on his back, and the fire made him yelp out in surprise. With his ruse blown, he had no choice but to get back to his feet and try to defend himself.
They continued to beat him and ridicule him for what seemed like hours. It didn't take long before Bagon was knocked down, and this time couldn't find the strength to rise again. Even with their mocking laughter filling his ears, he couldn't do anything. All he wanted was for them to go away and let him lie there defeated and in pain.
He heard the shuffling of footsteps which stopped right in front of him. Weavile knelt down and said the same two words that he always said: “You're lucky.” Usually Bagon would have felt even worse from that. He did every other day; but this time, it stirred something deep within him. He was tired of them, he was tired of his brother, he was tired of his life.
When those words fell on his ears, he gritted his teeth, and a new surge of energy coursed through his veins. Yelling out in frustration, he slashed out, cutting Weavile on the face. Weavile cried out in pain and grabbed his face, stepping back in the process. Panting heavily, Bagon rose to his feet, feeling the fresh blood on his claws which fueled his rage again.
He screamed at them, “I'll kill you!”
Weavile lowered his hand from his now-red-stained face, and he stared at Bagon with a smirk on his face. He said, “Looks like he's still got some fight left in him after all. Now, I didn't catch that. What did you say you were gonna do?”
He stamped his feet and yelled again, “I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill all of you, and my brother too.”
At these words, Weavile and the others legitimately looked scared. They even backed up a bit, which surprised Bagon. He thought it was because of his threat, but then a voice rang out from behind him.
“So, you're going to kill me?”
Bagon's heart plummeted as he slowly turned around to see his brother standing right behind him. Upon his arrival, Weavile and the others turned and ran away, leaving the two of them alone. As his brother looked at him with narrow eyes, Bagon's body started to shiver in fear. He didn't know what his brother was going to do to him, but whatever it was, it was going to be worse than what the others did to him.
Salamence continued, “Well then why don't you do it.” Opening his mouth, he let his own dragon rage attack shoot through the air which engulfed Bagon's entire body. He screamed out in pain and fell to his knees. Tears found their way to his eyes as he felt as though he were on fire. The next thing he knew, Salamence's powerful foreleg came whipping through the air and pinned him to the ground. The impact knocked all the wind out of him, and he lay unmoving as he gasped for air.
Salamence's leg raised, but only briefly before it came crashing back down, this time on Bagon's arm. With a sickening crack, it broke under the weight, and he was left in excruciating pain: the most he had ever felt in his life. He felt as though he were going to be sick as he struggled to get his breath back.
As he tried to recover, his brother grabbed him by the leg and beat his wings powerfully until the two of them were airborne. The flight was a short one, and Salamence landed near the rushing water that was the waterfall while still dangling the moaning Bagon by his leg. He brought him up to his face and stared into his eyes for a few seconds before snorting through his nostrils.
Salamence said, “Pity. It was kind of nice having you around.” With those words, he tossed Bagon into the current. He struggled with all of his might just to stay above the water's surface, coughing and sputtering as he flailed around, but it was no use. The current picked up, and then Bagon screamed out as he went over the waterfall.
Salamence stared until the screams were silenced by the roar of the water, and then he turned his back and flew back to his cave.
* * *
It had been a few months since that day. Other than Bagon not being around, nothing had really changed in the area. Salamence was still ruling over it, and Weavile and his gang found new ways to entertain themselves. Without Bagon, they had to work a little harder to find new Pokémon to torture, but the search made it worth it because it killed a lot of time.
Weavile was out strolling near the water and had just bent down to get a mouthful when he heard a scream coming from somewhere in the distance. With a smirk, he got his fill of water and headed that direction. He always loved it when there was a new Pokémon, and judging by the sound, one of his crew had already begun to have his fun. It was a good sign for him, because he hadn't seen any of his friends all day, so he was beginning to wonder where they had disappeared.
As he got closer and closer to what he figured was the source of the sound, he couldn't help but think that something was amiss. Usually by this time, he would hear the laughter of one of his friends or the frightened and panicked yells of another Pokémon. But the place was earily silent, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing through the foliage.
With a disappointed frown, he stopped his walking and looked around, listening for any strange noise. If he was as close as he thought he was, then he should be able to pick up some sort of sound. Just then he heard a cracking sound, almost as though a large twig had been snapped in two, and he whipped his head around toward the source. Grinning, he sprinted in the direction of it, weaving in and out of the numerous trees and bushes.
Unfortunately, he seemed to be running toward nothing, because the more he ran, the less there was to see. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what was going on. The sound of something shuffling caught his ear, and he turned toward it, seeing nothing but trees. He finally said out loud, “Okay guys, you got me. You can come on out now.”
He waited for his friends to come out of their hiding spots, but they never did. His grin from earlier was replaced by a look of worry. He didn't know what was happening, and he didn't have the support of his gang to back him up. Standing there for several minutes, ready in case anything were to jump out at him, he waited.
When nothing did, he swallowed hard and got the nerve to go explore where he heard the sound from earlier. Stepping cautiously, he went from tree to tree, peaking around them in case something were waiting for him. Finally, he saw something that put him at ease. At the base of one of the trees in front of him, Typhlosion was curled up, and it looked as though he were sleeping.
Sighing, Weavile said, “Geez man, you scared me. Did you not sleep well last night or something?”
Typhlosion didn't move, and Weavile raised his eye and started walking toward him. “Hey, are you awake? Surely you can't be that deep of a sleeper.” He was just moving around wasn't he? So surely he couldn't be asleep already. As Weavile got closer, doubt started to replace his relieved expression from earlier. Something wasn't right.
He finally got to where he was standing directly over Typhlosion, and when he got a good look at him, he gasped out and felt as though he were going to be sick. Typhlosion's neck was twisted and his mouth and eyes were open as he lay there dead. Panting hard, Weavile stepped back, never taking his eyes off of him, wondering who could have done this.
His thoughts were broken as another scream rang out from not too far away, and fearing the worst, he turned away from his former friend and sprinted toward the source. Again, he was too late, and when he arrived, he found Persian lying on his side with his stomach split open. Fearing for his life, Weavile ran as fast as he could away from the two of them, hoping that whatever was causing all of this wouldn't find him too.
He jumped over rocks and dodged roots and branches as he gasped for breath. When he felt as though he couldn't run anymore, he doubled over and tried to catch his breath. He looked back where he came from, and he thought about his friends and how he would never see them again. He wanted to know who did that to them, but at the same time, he didn't think he wanted to confront whatever it was.
A loud plopping sound resonated from behind him, and he jumped back to see something he never expected. There in front of him lay Salamence with his eyes rolled back into his head and his neck slashed as blood continued to pour out. Before he could fully take in the sight, seemingly out of nowhere, another Salamence appeared. The new dragon Pokémon had blood all over him, and his claws were also crimson-stained.
When the dragon Pokémon stared at him, Weavile's eyes went wide, and he backed up a few steps. The new Salamence took notice of his fear and stepped forward, easily closing the distance between them. Raising his leg up, the Salamence slashed at Weavile's body. He tried to protect himself, but the force behind the blow was too much, and he was casually tossed aside where he rolled on the ground.
The Salamence didn't even give him time to stand up before he opened his maw and let a powerful column of dragonbreath from his mouth which scored a direct hit on the fallen Pokémon, eliciting a scream of pain. When the attack was finally over, Weavile moaned and groaned out in pain as he tried to get back up.
He gasped for air and managed to push himself up on all fours as Salamence's strong leg stomped down in front of him. Shaking, Weavile tilted his head up to see Salamence's narrow eyes staring right at him, and the gaze was as though he were staring death itself in the face. He did the only thing that he could think of as Salamence's other leg raised up to strike him again: he pleaded for his life.
“P...please... I'll do anything...”
Weavile shut his eyes and tensed up, awaiting the hit that he knew was coming... But it never happened. Instead, Salamence leaned down and whispered two words into his ear: “You're lucky.”
It was as if all the life had been sucked out of Weavile. His mouth fell open as he realized who the Salamence actually was. He thought that he had died a long time ago, and yet here he was. And he was doing the exact thing that he threatened before he disappeared.
While he was still trying to take all of it in, Salamence continued in his menacing tone, “Do you want to live?”
Was he really going to show mercy on him? If he wanted to keep his life, he knew that he would have to keep begging.
Weavile stuttered out, “Y... yes... I'm s... sorry f... for everything... Please...”
Hearing those words made Salamence want to smile, but he only did so on the inside. He had Weavile right where he wanted him, and he wasn't about to appear soft. That said, it would be nice to have another Pokémon around. He got the idea in his head that Weavile could be to him what he was to his brother. In exchange for his life, Weavile would serve him or else feel his wrath.
It seemed like a win-win situation for both of them: Weavile could live, and Salamence would have a servant. He would also have the satisfaction that Weavile would experience a taste of what he had to endure on a daily basis when he was under his brother's shadow. If he valued his life, he would have no choice but to accept his offer.
With a gleam in his eye, Salamence said, “I'll make you a deal.”
tderek99If you aren't watching him, you should go do so right now! He's a great artist, and he asked me to write a story to tie into his Freeze comic, which you can check out if you haven't already right here!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3938249/ <== cool people click on that link. Don't you wanna be cool? Thought so.
In return, he drew me a pic to use as a thumbnail for my NaNo story. Please go check out his page if you haven't already, and if you enjoy the story, I'd love to hear feedback!
Thanks for viewing, and thanks to
tderek99 for the art and the trade!his half of the trade can be found here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7318329/
And if you want to just read the story here in the description instead of downloading it, I've got it below
Pokemon © Nintendo
Story © me
Art © tderek99
“Ooph...”
The grunt was immediately followed by a cacophony of laughter as Bagon lay for a few seconds, unmoving on the ground. His body had numerous cuts and bruises on it, and his face was stained with tears of pain and frustration. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he tried to push himself up off the ground, but his arm muscles gave out and he plopped down again.
A voice said to him in a mocking tone, “Aww, what's wrong? Giving up so soon? You're pathetic.”
Bagon's rage flared at those words, and with a second effort, he managed to get to his feet, before staring at the source of the voice with the utmost hatred. A Weavile had his arms crossed with a smirk on his face, and behind him were three other Pokémon who were also standing with bravado. To the Weavile's left was a Scyther who had his slightly red-stained scythes crossed in front of him. To the right was a Typhlosion whose eyes were burning as brightly as the fire on his back. And next to him was a Persian who was sitting on his haunches and licking one of his paws as his crescent-shaped eyes stared at the beaten-up Bagon.
The Persian said, “Ha, he doesn't know when to give up does he?”
Weavile shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess not. Well come on boy, let's see what you've got.”
Bagon was just as mad at himself as he was at the group that had hurt him time and time again. It was practically a daily ritual for him. His older brother, a Salamence who ruled over the area, was just as cruel to him as Weavile's group was. Each morning, he was forced away from his powerful brother's protection, and had to essentially survive on his own, and when he returned, he was essentially a slave, doing everything that his brother told him.
There were some days that he managed to elude Weavile and his gang, but those days were extremely rare. When he was unfortunate enough to run into one of them, the result was always the same. He wasn't strong enough to fend any of them off, and before he could escape, the rest of them would show up and make him their entertainment for the day.
To make matters even worse, whenever they did finally leave him alone, and he had the strength to return home, he would still have to deal with his brother. It was as if he were being punished for not being able to take on four stronger Pokémon every day. But there was nothing he could do. He tried running away before, but all that came of that was his brother finding him and dragging him back. The beating he received for trying to run away from his problems was enough to make him think twice about ever doing that again.
Each morning he would wake up with sore muscles, and often at night he would quietly cry himself to sleep, hoping that he would somehow be able to get out of this horrible life. If only he could get stronger and be able to fight back. But even if he were to find a way to beat Weavile and the others, he was still no match for his brother. He was stuck.
With rage in his eyes, Bagon tensed up his body and opened his mouth, shooting a blue fireball directly at Weavile's chest. The dragon rage attack hit him dead on, and for a fraction of a second, Bagon had a glimmer of hope that he had finally done something significant to him. But his forlorn hope was dashed when Weavile merely chuckled.
Brushing off his chest, he said, “Well, well, he's learned a new trick boys. Isn't that cute.”
Bagon's mouth hung open, and he instinctively took a painful step backwards in fear. His strongest move did absolutely nothing to him, and he knew what was about to follow.
Weavile turned to Typhlosion and said, “Show him what a real attack is.”
Typhlosion opened his maw, and Bagon's pupils shrank in fear as a blazing, red fireball shot out and hit him in the stomach. He screamed out in agony at the burns as it felt like his blood was boiling inside of him. It seemed to last an eternity before he gasped out for air and collapsed onto the ground again. He moaned and groaned out in pain, but otherwise, he made no motion to get up as the jeering laughs filled his ears.
After minutes of the humiliating torture, Weavile spoke up again, “Looks like he's had enough.” Bagon heard the sound of footsteps walking toward him, and Weavile leaned down and said to him, “You're lucky,” before walking back and leaving with the other three. Now that they were gone, the tears flowed freely for Bagon. He hated his life. He hated his brother. He hated everyone. All he wanted was to be left alone for once. Why did they have to be so cruel?
Weavile's parting comment was always the same. It was a painful reminder for him. When Bagon first ventured out away from his brother and happened upon Weavile's gang, they were afraid to touch him. They thought that if they did something to Salamence's younger brother, then they would face his wrath. Bagon never found out if his brother sought them out and talked to them or if they just figured it out that his brother didn't care for him much.
But one day, when Bagon saw Weavile and the gang, they fought him, and with their superior numbers and strength, they easily outmatched him and left him broken and dejected. When he managed to get back to his brother, he expected some sort of compassion or mercy, but he just added to the pain by talking down to him saying that he wasn't good enough, and then he hurt him even more for complaining and being weak.
The next day when he was forced to go out and Weavile's crew repeated their brutal treatment, Weavile leaned down and said to him, “You're lucky that your brother's around. If he weren't here, we would have killed you the day we crossed paths. But because he is, we're going to have a lot of fun together.” And with that, he left. Every time that they left, those two words he muttered would be a painful reminder of how tomorrow it will happen all over again, and the next day, and the next day.
When he felt as though he had no more tears to shed, and had the strength to stand, he wiped his eyes and pushed himself up to his feet. Limping, he made his way back to his brother's cave. Likewise when he tried to run away, when Bagon didn't return, his brother went out looking for him, and forcibly drug him back, where an even more painful punishment ensued. All he could do was trudge back every evening and brace himself for the demeaning words and orders that were to follow.
With a deep breath, he walked into the cave. Much to his relief, his brother wasn't there. He knew that he would be back, because he always returned, but it was still nice to have some sort of respite, even if only for a brief bit of time. He went straight for a tiny corner of the cave and curled up, trying to tend to his wounds. There wasn't much that he could do for them, but it still made him feel better, and it allowed him some time to think.
At one point in his life, he didn't even know that he had a brother. His parents had never even mentioned him before, so when Bagon was growing up, his life was much different. He felt important. He felt cared for. But most importantly, he felt loved. Never would he have considered a life without them around: that is until one horrific morning.
He had been sleeping in the same cave he was in now, and he was awoken by the sound of screams as well as claws scraping against rock. What he saw, he would never forget. There in front of him, his mother lay unmoving, and his father weakly stood, panting as blood dripped from his face and sides. Before Bagon could even begin to react, his father was swept off his feet by the unscathed Salamence in front of him, and then a powerful leg lifted and came crashing down on his father's neck.
Bagon thought that he was going to be killed as well. With tears in his eyes and terror in his heart, he cowered back and curled up to try and feebly protect himself. The blow he was expecting never came though, and eventually he lifted his shivering head up to see the strange Salamence standing over him. After a few tense, silent moments, the large dragon snorted and turned his back on him.
Ever since that day, Bagon had been forced to live with his murderous brother, who seemed to be keeping him alive solely for his own entertainment and ease of living. Bagon sighed and tried to clear his mind, but he knew that no matter what he did, his mind would always think of what happened. There was nothing he could do to get it out of his head, and it only added to the sorrows of his accursed life.
Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he heard the rush of wind and the flapping of wings that told him his brother had returned. Swallowing in fear, Bagon stood up at attention and stared at the cave entrance as his brother landed and walked in, holding his head up proudly. He tried to look strong, but there was something about his brother's appearance that made him feel weak and helpless, and he couldn't help but lower his head a little as he strolled in.
The Salamence stared at him with what seemed to be the utmost disgust at seeing his battered and bleeding body. He snorted out through his nostrils and walked directly toward him as his eyes narrowed. He glared at his younger brother for a few seconds, as if inspecting his wounds before saying, “Pathetic.”
He turned his back on him, and for a moment, Bagon thought that tonight he would be spared from his brother's strength, but in a flash, his tail whipped through the air. The powerful muscles of the tail caught him in the stomach, and flung him into the rock wall, knocking the wind out of him and giving him a new knot on the back of his head. The force of the blow caught him off guard, and a cry of pain escaped his mouth before he could stop it.
The sound caused Salamence to whip his head around, and Bagon knew that he was in for it now. Yelling or crying from anything was a sign that he was weak, and every time it happened, his brother would make sure that he knew it. Raising his foreleg, he swatted Bagon in the face, causing him to slide across the ground. This time, even though some of his cuts opened up and it was painful, he was prepared for it and managed to keep his mouth shut. That didn't stop his brother from hitting him a few more times. When Salamence seemed satisfied, he turned his head away from him and lay down on the ground, leaving him there to catch his breath and deal with the bruises.
His brother said very little to him; he didn't have to. It was clear what he thought of him, and if it didn't seem clear, he could beat it into him. At least this time he didn't have to get anything for him, as he seemed to be content enough to pass out. After some time, Salamence was breathing deeply, and Bagon knew that he was asleep. He pounded his fists at the ground, wishing that he could do anything to stop all of this. What had he done to deserve it? He looked over at his brother with fire in his eyes, before turning away from him and curling up himself. One day he would tell himself. One day he would find a way out of all of this.
The next day started just like any other. He went out into the surrounding area, hoping that he could avoid Weavile and the others for once. The land wasn't too impressive overall, but it did have a fair number of trees, and there was a stream that snaked its way through the foliage. The stream widened the longer it went, and the current picked up until it ended in a large waterfall. There were some fairly prominent rocks that jutted out of the water's surface down below. Bagon would be lying if he said he hadn't considered just jumping off and ending his life, but he could never bring himself to go through with it.
He bent down to get a drink from the water, and the sound of rustling leaves made him stop. He knew that that meant one of Weavile's buddies was around, and he had to find a place to hide. He sprinted for the nearest tree, and with practiced grace, he was up it and on a high branch in no time. He held his breath as a flash of orange and black appeared through the dense leaves: Typhlosion.
The strong fire Pokémon didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary at first, and Bagon watched as he came in and out of sight. He was about to breath a sigh of relief when Typhlosion's voice yelled out, “Gotcha!”
Before he could react, a column of fire shot through the air and engulfed the leaves around where he was. Yelling out in surprise and pain, he fell from the tree and landed on his back with a sickening crack as the flames in the tree started to spread. The force of the impact knocked the wind out of him, and he had a hard time getting to his feet.
The task wasn't made any easier by Typhlosion's constant laughing at him. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the others showed up, and he would be ridiculed and beaten. He pounded his fist into the grass, cursing how he had been found so quickly and how he knew that there was nothing that he could do now.
By the time he was able to stand up, his heart sank and his eyes widened as the other three appeared out of the foliage. It was almost as if they had been there the whole time. Weavile chuckled and said, “Isn't it a great morning? We can spend all day together now.”
Bagon's spirit seemed to break. He didn't want this anymore. He didn't care. All he wanted was for it to be over. He screamed back, “One day you'll get what you deserve.”
Weavile responded, “Ooh, look guys, he's feisty today. And who will be the one to punish us huh?”
Bagon clenched his fists and said as threateningly as he could, “I will.”
His words didn't seem to strike any fear into them, because once he said it, all four of them burst out laughing. That only made him more frustrated, but he knew in his current state, he would not be able to live up to his words. Weavile reached up and wiped a tear from his eye and said back, “You will huh? Well why don't you start right now? Here. I'll give you a free hit.”
He stepped forward and put his arms straight out to his sides. With a smirk on his face, he said, “Come on, give me your best shot.”
Bagon had fire in his eyes and his heart, and he channeled all that he could into a dragon rage attack. Screaming out with his fists clenched, he opened his mouth and shot the most powerful blue flame he could. It flew through the air with lightning speed and hit Weavile directly in the chest, causing a small cloud of smoke to appear. Bagon stood his ground and stared, wondering if that did the trick as he waited for the smoke to clear so that he could see.
All of his rage and frustration seemed to be sucked out of him when the smoke dissipated to reveal Weavile standing there as if nothing had happened at all. The usual fear that he felt every day draped over him, and his legs instinctively took a step backwards as they thought about running away.
Weavile smirked and rubbed his chest before saying to the others, “Well, I think I've learned my lesson. What do you think guys? Do you think I got what I deserve?”
The others chuckled and nodded in agreement with him before he continued, “Well then, it's decided. Now that that's over, why don't we get to the fun huh? Have at him.”
He had tilted his head toward Persian, and in a flash, the feline was sprinting toward Bagon. Without even getting time to properly defend himself, Persian's claws slashed him across his chest. Even though he had tried to train himself not to make any sounds when he was around his brother, he held nothing back with these four, and he yelled out in pain as he stumbled backwards and grabbed at his cut chest.
Persian didn't give him any time to even grasp what had happened, and with one powerful kick from his back leg, Bagon was sent into the trunk of the still-burning tree. He landed on his stomach and lay there not moving. He thought about staying where he was so that hopefully they would assume he was unconscious and would maybe leave him alone; but a chunk of a branch from the tree fell on his back, and the fire made him yelp out in surprise. With his ruse blown, he had no choice but to get back to his feet and try to defend himself.
They continued to beat him and ridicule him for what seemed like hours. It didn't take long before Bagon was knocked down, and this time couldn't find the strength to rise again. Even with their mocking laughter filling his ears, he couldn't do anything. All he wanted was for them to go away and let him lie there defeated and in pain.
He heard the shuffling of footsteps which stopped right in front of him. Weavile knelt down and said the same two words that he always said: “You're lucky.” Usually Bagon would have felt even worse from that. He did every other day; but this time, it stirred something deep within him. He was tired of them, he was tired of his brother, he was tired of his life.
When those words fell on his ears, he gritted his teeth, and a new surge of energy coursed through his veins. Yelling out in frustration, he slashed out, cutting Weavile on the face. Weavile cried out in pain and grabbed his face, stepping back in the process. Panting heavily, Bagon rose to his feet, feeling the fresh blood on his claws which fueled his rage again.
He screamed at them, “I'll kill you!”
Weavile lowered his hand from his now-red-stained face, and he stared at Bagon with a smirk on his face. He said, “Looks like he's still got some fight left in him after all. Now, I didn't catch that. What did you say you were gonna do?”
He stamped his feet and yelled again, “I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill all of you, and my brother too.”
At these words, Weavile and the others legitimately looked scared. They even backed up a bit, which surprised Bagon. He thought it was because of his threat, but then a voice rang out from behind him.
“So, you're going to kill me?”
Bagon's heart plummeted as he slowly turned around to see his brother standing right behind him. Upon his arrival, Weavile and the others turned and ran away, leaving the two of them alone. As his brother looked at him with narrow eyes, Bagon's body started to shiver in fear. He didn't know what his brother was going to do to him, but whatever it was, it was going to be worse than what the others did to him.
Salamence continued, “Well then why don't you do it.” Opening his mouth, he let his own dragon rage attack shoot through the air which engulfed Bagon's entire body. He screamed out in pain and fell to his knees. Tears found their way to his eyes as he felt as though he were on fire. The next thing he knew, Salamence's powerful foreleg came whipping through the air and pinned him to the ground. The impact knocked all the wind out of him, and he lay unmoving as he gasped for air.
Salamence's leg raised, but only briefly before it came crashing back down, this time on Bagon's arm. With a sickening crack, it broke under the weight, and he was left in excruciating pain: the most he had ever felt in his life. He felt as though he were going to be sick as he struggled to get his breath back.
As he tried to recover, his brother grabbed him by the leg and beat his wings powerfully until the two of them were airborne. The flight was a short one, and Salamence landed near the rushing water that was the waterfall while still dangling the moaning Bagon by his leg. He brought him up to his face and stared into his eyes for a few seconds before snorting through his nostrils.
Salamence said, “Pity. It was kind of nice having you around.” With those words, he tossed Bagon into the current. He struggled with all of his might just to stay above the water's surface, coughing and sputtering as he flailed around, but it was no use. The current picked up, and then Bagon screamed out as he went over the waterfall.
Salamence stared until the screams were silenced by the roar of the water, and then he turned his back and flew back to his cave.
* * *
It had been a few months since that day. Other than Bagon not being around, nothing had really changed in the area. Salamence was still ruling over it, and Weavile and his gang found new ways to entertain themselves. Without Bagon, they had to work a little harder to find new Pokémon to torture, but the search made it worth it because it killed a lot of time.
Weavile was out strolling near the water and had just bent down to get a mouthful when he heard a scream coming from somewhere in the distance. With a smirk, he got his fill of water and headed that direction. He always loved it when there was a new Pokémon, and judging by the sound, one of his crew had already begun to have his fun. It was a good sign for him, because he hadn't seen any of his friends all day, so he was beginning to wonder where they had disappeared.
As he got closer and closer to what he figured was the source of the sound, he couldn't help but think that something was amiss. Usually by this time, he would hear the laughter of one of his friends or the frightened and panicked yells of another Pokémon. But the place was earily silent, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing through the foliage.
With a disappointed frown, he stopped his walking and looked around, listening for any strange noise. If he was as close as he thought he was, then he should be able to pick up some sort of sound. Just then he heard a cracking sound, almost as though a large twig had been snapped in two, and he whipped his head around toward the source. Grinning, he sprinted in the direction of it, weaving in and out of the numerous trees and bushes.
Unfortunately, he seemed to be running toward nothing, because the more he ran, the less there was to see. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what was going on. The sound of something shuffling caught his ear, and he turned toward it, seeing nothing but trees. He finally said out loud, “Okay guys, you got me. You can come on out now.”
He waited for his friends to come out of their hiding spots, but they never did. His grin from earlier was replaced by a look of worry. He didn't know what was happening, and he didn't have the support of his gang to back him up. Standing there for several minutes, ready in case anything were to jump out at him, he waited.
When nothing did, he swallowed hard and got the nerve to go explore where he heard the sound from earlier. Stepping cautiously, he went from tree to tree, peaking around them in case something were waiting for him. Finally, he saw something that put him at ease. At the base of one of the trees in front of him, Typhlosion was curled up, and it looked as though he were sleeping.
Sighing, Weavile said, “Geez man, you scared me. Did you not sleep well last night or something?”
Typhlosion didn't move, and Weavile raised his eye and started walking toward him. “Hey, are you awake? Surely you can't be that deep of a sleeper.” He was just moving around wasn't he? So surely he couldn't be asleep already. As Weavile got closer, doubt started to replace his relieved expression from earlier. Something wasn't right.
He finally got to where he was standing directly over Typhlosion, and when he got a good look at him, he gasped out and felt as though he were going to be sick. Typhlosion's neck was twisted and his mouth and eyes were open as he lay there dead. Panting hard, Weavile stepped back, never taking his eyes off of him, wondering who could have done this.
His thoughts were broken as another scream rang out from not too far away, and fearing the worst, he turned away from his former friend and sprinted toward the source. Again, he was too late, and when he arrived, he found Persian lying on his side with his stomach split open. Fearing for his life, Weavile ran as fast as he could away from the two of them, hoping that whatever was causing all of this wouldn't find him too.
He jumped over rocks and dodged roots and branches as he gasped for breath. When he felt as though he couldn't run anymore, he doubled over and tried to catch his breath. He looked back where he came from, and he thought about his friends and how he would never see them again. He wanted to know who did that to them, but at the same time, he didn't think he wanted to confront whatever it was.
A loud plopping sound resonated from behind him, and he jumped back to see something he never expected. There in front of him lay Salamence with his eyes rolled back into his head and his neck slashed as blood continued to pour out. Before he could fully take in the sight, seemingly out of nowhere, another Salamence appeared. The new dragon Pokémon had blood all over him, and his claws were also crimson-stained.
When the dragon Pokémon stared at him, Weavile's eyes went wide, and he backed up a few steps. The new Salamence took notice of his fear and stepped forward, easily closing the distance between them. Raising his leg up, the Salamence slashed at Weavile's body. He tried to protect himself, but the force behind the blow was too much, and he was casually tossed aside where he rolled on the ground.
The Salamence didn't even give him time to stand up before he opened his maw and let a powerful column of dragonbreath from his mouth which scored a direct hit on the fallen Pokémon, eliciting a scream of pain. When the attack was finally over, Weavile moaned and groaned out in pain as he tried to get back up.
He gasped for air and managed to push himself up on all fours as Salamence's strong leg stomped down in front of him. Shaking, Weavile tilted his head up to see Salamence's narrow eyes staring right at him, and the gaze was as though he were staring death itself in the face. He did the only thing that he could think of as Salamence's other leg raised up to strike him again: he pleaded for his life.
“P...please... I'll do anything...”
Weavile shut his eyes and tensed up, awaiting the hit that he knew was coming... But it never happened. Instead, Salamence leaned down and whispered two words into his ear: “You're lucky.”
It was as if all the life had been sucked out of Weavile. His mouth fell open as he realized who the Salamence actually was. He thought that he had died a long time ago, and yet here he was. And he was doing the exact thing that he threatened before he disappeared.
While he was still trying to take all of it in, Salamence continued in his menacing tone, “Do you want to live?”
Was he really going to show mercy on him? If he wanted to keep his life, he knew that he would have to keep begging.
Weavile stuttered out, “Y... yes... I'm s... sorry f... for everything... Please...”
Hearing those words made Salamence want to smile, but he only did so on the inside. He had Weavile right where he wanted him, and he wasn't about to appear soft. That said, it would be nice to have another Pokémon around. He got the idea in his head that Weavile could be to him what he was to his brother. In exchange for his life, Weavile would serve him or else feel his wrath.
It seemed like a win-win situation for both of them: Weavile could live, and Salamence would have a servant. He would also have the satisfaction that Weavile would experience a taste of what he had to endure on a daily basis when he was under his brother's shadow. If he valued his life, he would have no choice but to accept his offer.
With a gleam in his eye, Salamence said, “I'll make you a deal.”
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Heh wow, looks like those bastards did get what they deserved. One question though, what happened to his brother? I mean, he came back to area that his brother still controlled, if he remains there wouldn't his brother find out he's alive try an kill him or something?
Awesome story, it did indeed give the comic more depth and really I was hoping for the way it ended lol, that he would get his revenge. Almost like a ghost from the past, someone believed to be dead comes back makes good his threat. Well I'm not sure if killed his brother or not heh. Oh, and what happened to the Scyther?
Awesome story, it did indeed give the comic more depth and really I was hoping for the way it ended lol, that he would get his revenge. Almost like a ghost from the past, someone believed to be dead comes back makes good his threat. Well I'm not sure if killed his brother or not heh. Oh, and what happened to the Scyther?
The first scream was supposed to imply that it was Scyther, so there was that clue that he met the same fate as his friends, but I did leave it open for the possibility that he survived!
And he killed his brother after Weavile's gang:
"A loud plopping sound resonated from behind him, and he jumped back to see something he never expected. There in front of him lay Salamence with his eyes rolled back into his head and his neck slashed as blood continued to pour out."
And he killed his brother after Weavile's gang:
"A loud plopping sound resonated from behind him, and he jumped back to see something he never expected. There in front of him lay Salamence with his eyes rolled back into his head and his neck slashed as blood continued to pour out."
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