Silver seemed to sense this danger, but did not move. If he really did come back, he would PAY. Silver nuzzled closer to Flurry, in hopes it might help her sleep better. He slept in thought.
Is her trainer still around? What if he comes back?
He felt close to her already. He would do anything to defend her. If he ever sees her trainer, he will make that disgrace pay for his cruelty. He couldn't do this when his trainer abused him. He had too much fear. He hates himself for not having the courage to face his abuser. But he pushed that thought away. His trainer was gone. And he found a real trainer. But this is about her. If her abuser ever shows up, he will not allow that wretched human near her. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted into sleep, where he trembled a bit, his memories attacking him all night, forcing tears to his eyes, even while he's asleep.
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He glared darkly at the trainer, and stared deep into his evil eyes. A sudden panic came over him. He felt cold. Frozen, in fact. The flames on his head and bottom went out. Fear overwhelmed him.
Th-the trainer that... Abused h-her... W-was...
His mind was spinning so fast that he couldn't even finish the thought. He quickly nudged Flurry out of their sight, hiding both of us below a different table. His eyes were wide open with fear and shock, and they seemed to tell her what was going on:
Their abusers were the same person.
Suddenly his paws gave out on him and he collapsed beside her, fur risen, shaking. He couldn't believe it. He had come back. And he did this to her too. Suddenly the darkness welled over him. He was having a flashback.
"I SAID, use flamethrower!!!" The boy kicked the oddly colored Cyndaquil, screaming at him. The Cyndaquil stared at his opponent. The boy wanted him to attack a defenseless little Eevee, one that was his age. Just a baby! "DO WHAT I TELL YOU!!!" He kicked Cyndaquil again, flipping him up in the air, making him land face-first on the paved road. He got up, barely able to stand. The fear in the Eevee's eyes were the same as his. He knew exactly what would happen if the boy caught her. He didn't want any other Pokemon to go through this. He turned and bit the boy's arm, only to be thrown down to the ground and stomped on. "FINE!! You worthless Pokemon! I'll do it myself!!!" He grabbed the Eevee forcefully and threw her against a wall. Cyndaquil looked away. He couldn't bear to see that. The boy grabbed a pokeball and caught the poor Eevee. The last thing he saw of her was the look of fear while she was captured. He felt terrible. He couldn't save her.
His memory went forward a bit, about a week later.
"Why!? Won't!? It!? WORK!?!?!?" He screamed each word between beating the Cyndaquil with a fire stone. "DAMMIT!!!" He threw the stone at him with extreme force. Somehow, it worked. Cyndaquil had evolved into a Quilava. He layed on the ground, battered and beaten, and the boy just kicked him along because he wouldn't walk.
His flashbacks ended with one final memory.
"Attack the stupid Eevee!" The boy shouted furiously. He was pitting Quilava and Eevee against eachother, and neither of them wanted to hit eachother. "DO WHAT I SAY!!!" He stomped the Quilava repeatedly. He still refused to hurt her. "I'm sick of you disoebying me!!!" The boy picked up the Quilava and hurled it at some Fearows, making them angry. They all fought over the Quilava, pulling on his limbs, before one Fearow won the fight and took Quilava away, flying, dangling by his back leg. After hours of flight, Quilava woke back up, and spit fire at the Fearow. It released him and he fell into Lake Verity, where he was later found by Joshua. The boy grabbed the Eevee by the tail. "Come on, we're going to snowpoint! I'm gonna make you evolve!!!" He roared at the Eevee.
He woke up again. Everything had gone through his memory and it just now came to him...
Sh-she... Was that Eevee...
He stared into her eyes, and sure enough, they were the same. His eyes reflected his memories that just came to him, and he knew. He knew she would remember them too...
He wrapped his paws around her, holding her close, tears rushing to his eyes.
"I'm... I-I'm sorry..."
His voice trailed and he held her close, partly to protect her, partly to comfort her, and party because he hoped he would receive some comfort back from her. He didn't want to let anything happen to her ever again.
"I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you..."
His voice cracked. Tears flooded his eyes and he nuzzled into her, hating himself for not being strong enough...