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A few hours ago I was strapped to the bed by Darkrai and someone else I couldn't recognize in the dark. I had a bad feeling that the monster had something terrible planned but at the time I was too numb and uncaring without Zillian by my side to put up a fight. I could have been told that I was getting ready to be killed in the most gruesome way possible and I would have just shrugged and said "get it over with". I was that far gone.

I wish I was killed in a gruesome way since the end result was so much worse... If I knew what their plan was I would have fought till my last breath!

I was strapped to a bed with some rope or tendrils made of solid darkness, because apparently normal rope was just too mainstream for Darkrai. Maybe Darkrai was afraid I'll somehow chew thorough the material or wiggle my way out of it, but that doesn't matter. All that mattered was I was lying in a bed against the wall right next parents room for what felt like ages; so long that I fell asleep waiting.

Eventually I awoke from my dreamless sleep and slipped into a nightmarish hell that I couldn't wake up from. I listened to my parents pleas for Bleu to snap out of it, a girlish giggle, screams for help, another girlish giggle and a squish of a metal blade digging though tissue, quickly followed by mom's screams of agony, than maniacal laughter that almost drowned out the screams for mercy but didn't quite drown out the screams of agony that happened during. Before long the laughter suddenly stopped and a weak plea to spare the children could be heard right before the sound of a blade going into tissue came to end my mother's sounds once and for all. Next came an overbearing moment of silence until suddenly I heard my Dad bellow in loss.

I had no idea what had happened, all I knew was that I just listened to my mom get brutally murdered and my Dad was next. I had assumed it was Darkrai doing all the work while Bleu just lay huddled in a nearby corner in tears with that fractured psyche of hers forcing her to giggle as she was forced to watch her loved ones get brutally tortured and killed after being forced to allow Darkrai in.

I finally realized that this wasn't one of Darkrai's nightmares and began to weakly fight against my bindings as I heard a few thumps, sounds of a heavy object being dragged and a door opening .

Instead of growing quiet to save his voice until the thing returned, this small setback only caused my Dad cursing to grow louder and louder in order to be heard by my parent's malicious executioner; Dad even used words even I never heard before! Couldn't help myself from smiling a small smile at good ole typical Dad: can't injure your enemy with force? Then use your words to cause injury. Dad's words are what gave me enough strength to want to fight tooth and nail to survive this. Was all pointless though since Darkrai knew what he was doing when he made my bindings. The dark tendrils were apparently indestructible, it was as if I was chewing or clawing my fingernail's though air. Couldn't wiggle out of them because that would just make them squeeze me tighter till I finally relaxed again.

Light footsteps made its way back into the room which was odd since Darkrai didn't make footsteps as he moved, the only explanation I could come up with was that he had a slave/servant/minion or whatever doing his dirty work. Come to think of it I couldn't feel his presence like I normally can which meant the slave was alone. There was silence once again except for the rhythmic slaps of skin on skin contact. My exhausted, terrified mind decided that sleep and denial was the only way I could escape this torture with my sanity intact; this was the only explanation I could come up with to explain why my last thought before the steady rhythmic slaps lured me to sleep were "Gross! I'm hearing my parent's doing it! I think I'm going to be sick..."

I awoke to the sounds of my door opening and felt myself finally become unstrapped from the bed. But before I could celebrate or fight for my freedom I felt pain shoot up my arm from what felt like a needle suddenly piercing my skin. I looked at the afflicted area and saw a syringe sticking into my arm, this confused my still groggy mind but what confused me even more was that it attached to a blue slender arm. In no time at all as I was injected with some sort of drug that made my body immediately went completely limb and immovable along with a few tingles here and there. But this time my vocal cords were free. I took advantage of this by saying:

"W-wha-what's going on?" I was shushed from saying more by Bleu's slender arm covering my mouth. "Shhh little one...just enjoy movie until Master returns" she whispered as she raced to plug up what I saw (thanks to the big screen TV showing nothing but a blue screen for the moment)was a camera that appeared to be damp with a bloody paw prints from only one possible source seeing as how Bleu's paws were covered in blood and she still carried a bloody knife.

She didn't!...no way...she must have just picked it up for protection right?...right? Made sense, Bleu finally worked up the courage and fought past her fractured psyche long enough to wrestle the knife away before stabbing Darkrai's slave! Good job Bleu!

"What's with the camera? Where is Dad? Where is Mom? and what do you mean Ma- Wah!" Bleu suddenly turned around and threw the knife still in her paw as hard she could in my direction faster than I could react even if I could. "I SAID shut up you little fuck!" Bleu's face was livid as the knife twirled and twirled until it thumped into the head board inches from my head.

I stared at Bleu in shock as her face immediately changed from livid to content but embarrassed "Whoopsie! Let my temper run away from me" Bleu sighed and shook her head "Sorry little one mommy has had a rough night and will not take to kindly to little ones who won't do as they are told" I was still trying to process what the fuck just transpired as Bleu ignored me and began humming a happy tune as she picked up the remote and bowl of popcorn that was next to the TV before she casually hopped on the bed to snuggle in my lap with the bowl of popcorn. She sighed contently as she hit the play button on the remote.

There was static before the video disk in the camera started playing. The first thing I saw was a distorted picture as if someone was trying to record something with a magnet right next to the camera. Even distorted I could still barely make out the familiar outline and voice say "Mak - ure -to -ilm -erything."

Seems Darkrai couldn't be filmed, not particularly useful piece of information but still information. I then heard a sniffle and a equally familiar and depressed voice say "Yes Master..." the picture became static again as the camera was shut off temporarily to I guess save battery?

"Popcorn?" Bleu asked as we waited for the picture return. I wasn't given a chance to answer as a big handful of bloody popcorn was shoved into my mouth. I was forced to eat it or risk choking to death, still choked but I was rescued by Bleu forcing my mouth open and then squirt a jet of water inside of it which helped as much it did make it worse. Bleu just laughed at me "Silly klutzy boy! Don't worry. mommy will protect her precious" it was if I just slipped on a banana peel instead of choking and what with the whole 'mommy' thing?.

I was still trying to get rid of the taste of blood as the picture came back on. When it did...

I learned of Bleu's true activities that night.

I became horrified, pissed off, sick of heart, and fearful for my well being as I glanced between Bleu and the screen. Eventually I couldn't tear myself away from the horrible images playing on the screen as I watched her single handily kill almost everyone in the mansion. The first few were kills were done within long periods of time between each other because Bleu kept stopping in the middle of a room or hallway to bawl her eyes out after the crime took place. Eventually after the 3rd or 4th however was obviously when Bleu's psychosis began to develop and bleed into her behavior since after that she began to enjoy every single kill. It reached a point where her kills became more and more violent and bloody. Was enough to make me barf... So I did.

Good thing Bleu thought of that apparently since she provided me a bucket.

The worst part was when I watched Bleu cradle each of my obviously dead siblings as if she was a mother rocking her baby to sleep. I was feeling nothing but pure hate for her at this point; I wanted to strangle her but I still had no movement. This made me feel as helpless as a newborn. During this scene I began feel an unbearable agony in my chest that had nothing to do with physical injury. Yet despite my agony I couldn't tear my gaze away from the screen and began to quietly sob to myself as I heard something inside myself begin to slowly crack and crumble. My heart was breaking along with the wall between the light and dark part of myself but I no longer cared...

I just wanted the torture to end.

When movie started to get repetitive Bleu hit fast forward "Booooring. Let's get to the best part already!" Despite my pain I wanted...no I needed to finish the video! So I did the opposite of what my common sense screaming at me to do and continued watching.

I immediately wish I hadn't.

The next scene was in my parent's current bedroom and what I saw would haunt me for the rest of my days. I will never forget the sight of watching Bleu laugh maniacally as she brutally murdered my mom. Nor will I forget the loving look that didn't once falter as Bleu gave my Dad as she gave them both a bath then raped him right before stabbing him numerous times in the heart and chest. No words in the human vocabulary can accurately describe what I felt . I couldn't tell you when I started to scream but once I got going, I just couldn't stop.

So I screamed

and screamed

and screamed. This went on for several minutes and no matter how much or hard Bleu slapped with her little arm I just kept screaming and would have continued until my voice gave out. But before that could happen Bleu finally managed to do something that shut me up immediately:

Bleu silenced my mouth with hers.

I quickly recovered from my surprise and bit her tongue "GET OFF ME YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" I yelled but Bleu was no longer listening instead she was talking to herself "You...you look just like my Paul did when he was boy...you even taste like him too!... I know you'll be my new prince! We just need to make a contract and everything will be as it once was, but this time I'll do it right. Screw Master! If he as anything to say about I'll kill him" she laughed a crazy sort of giggle that I was by now getting used to as she left the room.

Yup. She really has lost all of her sanity I thought as watched Bleu's form retreat from the room. The Bleu that I knew since my birth was long gone. My fury disappeared when she left so that only left me with the all consuming sadness and grief. I don't know where I found enough water for the endless torrent of tears but they kept coming with no end in sight. Bleu came back quickly with a syringe that went directly to my neck; the little freedom of movement I acquired through time, my speaking ability, and the ability to think straight vanished immediately when Bleu injected the fast acting drug.

Bleu smiled when she saw the glazed look in my eye then she whispered in my ear "Don't have paper or thumbs to write. So we have to do this old fashioned way which just happens to be way more fun!" she tugged down my boxers and climbed on top of me.

Don't think she realizes this won't work since I hate her guts along with the fact I'm gay. This was the last coherent thought my mind could form until both mind and body went numb except for a slight fuzzy feeling in my crouch. Thankful my disgust and willpower was enough to easily smother all traces of arousal the drugs were trying to force me to feel. I began to smile a little at the small victory as Blue grumbled to herself in frustration over the fact that I was managing to remain soft despite her best efforts to change this. With this numbness and unbearable pain in the center of my chest I honestly thought I was slowly dying and welcomed it... but death just wouldn't come for me. I became more and frustrated as time went on; wanting death to hurry up and take me. But of course death was taking it's sweet time despite my best attempts to convince it otherwise. Eventually I gave up trying to actively fade away. Instead just listened to Bleu's grunts and moans as I patiently await for my end while ignoring the tears still dribbling onto the pillow my head was under and began drifting off.

This was the scene Darkrai walked in on.

"What in the name of oblivion are you doing to him you disgusting piece of trash?!" a familiar voice startled both Bleu and I to point Bleu fell from her perch that momentarily interrupted from her one sided activity; I then noticed the video was still playing, Blue must have set on repeat for background noise and lighting.

"Oh hi Master! *pant* *pant* I was just making another contract with Paul here. Ignore me please. Did the thing go well?"

"Right...the thing did go very well. I just want to deliver this so don't mind me; continue with whatever it is you are doing... I'll just drop this on the table here and leave." I heard something small land on the table within my sight range but I didn't bother glancing to see what it was because I honestly didn't care anymore. Seems Darkrai didn't want to save his slave/plaything from a fate worse than death. Figures. Knowing Darkrai this was all his doing anyway. That theory was only strengthened when I didn't feel Darkrai's presence leave even though he went through the portal and it shut behind him. A glance told me that he just went outside to watch from the window.

That sick twisted bastard...

I had almost managed to drift off again when I heard a small weak whisper say:

"Master...why do you not move away?" I glanced in the direction of the whisper and saw what I recognized was Zillian's Pokeball fitted with what looked like an electric lock on the surface. Couldn't answer even if I could think of one so instead I just glanced back and forth between the ball and syringes that lay right next to it.

"What are you- Oh that...Drugs than?" I moved my eyes up and down as if to nod and closed them. Despite the drugs in my system I tried to fight them enough to speak; coughed up lung when I tried to create sound. So I gave up attempting to speak and instead just slowly managed to mouth:

At

least

we

are

together

again

in

the

end...

At the end of that little message I gave the ball a small smile before I closing my eyes for what I hoped to be the last time. Now that my conscious was clear I knew that I could finally join my family in peace.

I couldn't live in this world without my family...to painful...besides this alternative was way better than to used as some tool of Darkrai's whim: the one who caused this mess in the first place. Seemed that I would finally get my wish since my body finally seemed to decide to listen to the shut down command my brain had been screaming at it to do for what felt like hours.

Being the perceptive rat that he was Zillian most likely sensed this occurring. I was right to assume this apparently because his weak whisper turned into strong, full volume shouting:

"NO DON'T GIVE UP! YOU HEAR THAT YOU FUCKING IDIOT! WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T GIVE UP" It's no use Zil I'm leaving....you can't stop me. Still it was impressive that I felt Zil's anger, sadness, and desperation even from within the ball."ZIL WONT LET YOU LET YOU! ZIL WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO SAVE MASTER JUST HOLD ON! Let me out you fucking thing" It's too late Zil I'm already beginning to see a bright light...

"LET ME OUT!"

"What the fuck is that light? It hurts please someone turn it off or down... " mumbled Bleu as she finally climbed off me so she could reach over to where the ball was at but couldn't seem to get close to the light; so instead she reached for the knife "This is probably your doing isn't it?" I felt Bleu's glare on me as she shuffled around a little bit "You won't fill me with you seed so we can't seal the deal anyway. I don't care if you do look like Paul if we can't make love then you're just a doppelganger that would just ruin his name" Bleu stiffened up and began to giggle crazily again as she blinked though the light so she could aim somewhere vital.

"DONT YOU FUCKING DARE! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU GODS FORSAKEN WHORE! I'LL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB! GODS DAMN IT LET ME OUT!"

I don't understand why do I still feel this pain and heart ache? I thought death was free of all of that? and why is the light dark purple? I thought the stereotypical 'the light' was just pure white like it was in the movies.

"I SAID LEEEEEEEEEEEEET MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!" I opened my eyes just as a bright purple light as brilliant as the sun filled the room right before the Pokeball exploded outward.

"Who and what in the hell are you supposed to be? No matter. Have patience I'll deal with you after I deal with-" Bleu wasn't allowed to finish as a big black and white blur flew at her and tackled her to the floor while letting lose a wild pissed off screech unlike any creature I heard from reality or fantasy.

It honestly almost scared the piss out of me! Especially when I heard Bleu's screams of agony as her flesh was ripped off from bone and muscle before both of them even hit the floor.

_ Serves the psychotic bitch right._

Another 30 seconds went by and the screams of agony finally stopped completely but yet the sound of flesh and muscle being ripped from bone still went on.

Than I heard a swallow

Holly shit the thing's eating her! I want to die but not eaten alive! Got to get away...

The thing was eating like it was tasting something delicious and it hadn't eaten in weeks; even heard bone's being snapped off and ate like mere celery sticks! I had a feeling that if I looked later whatever was left of Bleu would look like nothing but a pile of vomit or a bloody smear.

"Sooo juicy...sooo tasty...better than berries or human food! Want more need more!" great the thing wanted seconds! I leapt out of my skin when I felt the thing jump on the bed. I was so terrified out of my mind that I was shivering from more than just the cold chill that stroked my cold, defenseless naked body. After being saved from the jaws of death once with many other close calls already. I didn't think I was lucky enough for a second time nor found it fair that fate would get my hopes up only to dash them by putting this a new death threat before me.

Why was fate being such a bitch!?

I closed my eyes and felt the thing inch closer and closer; then began to prepare for a painful and bloody death as I prayed to whatever god that was listening Just it end me so quick that is painless please. I felt the thing crawling on me, for now just sniffing and snorting deeply everywhere to the point it's whiskers tickled me. The thing must have liked what it smelled because it began to purr.

Well at least the thing doesn't think I smell bad. I thought as the only thing that could be heard was the sounds of the thing snorting, purring, and myself beginning to hyper-ventilate. I felt the thing's heavy weight crawling on my body until it sat on my chest.

I lost my battle with my curiosity and despite not wanting to with all my being I slowly opened my eyes to get one peek at the thing about to kill me. The last thing I saw before I slammed my eyes shut again was a rat like creature's head inch closer and closer towards my throat.