[Pokémon] the black maria [a two-shot?]

[Ejunknown]

"The noise quietened as the other train passed. When the last horn was heard, the cart rocked again, almost as if by signal; but the movement was less this time, not caused by the tracks, and the hand left his shoulder. Heat radiated out beside him, and after a moment, he slipped his eyelids open half-way to meet a tall, broad expanse of grey. He blinked, before they opened fully, the light grey focusing on the long broad back of a shabby trench coat, pale skin gleaming whitely through the various holes in the sleeves.

For a while, there was no other movement. Rayva focused, dazedly, exhaustion dragging at his eyelids, on the man's back, his fingers quivering with the trembles that ran up his own spine, but not the others.

The figure was silent, unmoving."

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RATING: PG-13

For some suggestive material.


This was an experimental shot, sort of. Two prisoners on a train. Not quite human.

Interactions. This is part one of two, the other part is in the next post. This was originally a gift for someone.

...hey, first time posting in two years. xDD

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black maria

PART ONE - INTERACTIONS

"We are going to die. Ha. Finally."

The voice was barley audible in the silence. The outline opposite him was a stark, obstinate white in the darkness; solid, as if he was carved from marble, and soldered in a flash of lightning fire to the course iron railing where he perched. The silence that returned, the one that had lasted since Rayva had woken up light headed, coughing, barely able to stand, let alone balance- was broken only by the crashing of the train car, heavy metal bolts clattering loudly on the outer casing of the slated steel, a wall for all good it could have done. Rayva stared up at the shadow, or glimmer, or statue, whatever the man was in the almost silence. The gulags. This man must be his partner, then. What had he said? Death? He thinks we will die.

Rayva looked upward, towards him, to meet the shroud of icy white, and the figure reminded him immediately as that of a ghost.

A tremor of fear went through him, sending his arm quivering, and he nearly looked away- where were his eyes?

He had no face.

The vision trembled slightly, before the other man glanced sharply to the left, hand flashing out in a pale gleam to grip the railing as the guttural rattle of the train increased, the cabin rocking violently from side to side. There was a faintly muttered curse, and Rayva listened, although unable to make out the words, in another language, he thought, before his own grip on the floor slipped, and he crashed hard against the cold metal. His cheek throbbed as he lay there, stunned for a second, before he could breathe again and he moved his head slightly, until the white hot flash of pain that told him his nose was broken forced him to stop- and he could hear the muffled sound of laughter behind him.

The rocking of the car steadied, loping slightly to the side before subsiding completely, and all he could hear was the darkened voice through the shorts breaths of laughter, triumphant over the creaking of the metal. "Scssstz- even this rotten metal cab is in on this too! Ah ha!"

Somehow, through the dust and dirt in his face, Rayva managed a cough; before the racketing non-silence, the muted section, was broken once more, and the man stopped his laughter mid-breath, mouth twisted in a wry grin as he looked towards the sloped figure on the opposite side of the cart, head tilted mock-casually to the side.

"..hmm? What was that, kid?"

"….on't kill us. He won't kill us."

There was silence for a moment, and Rayva turned his face away from the cart, ignoring the pain, eyes widening briefly. He didn't know why he said that. He heard a movement behind him, a clang of heavy boots, and Rayva shut his eyes again, keeping his head turned tight to the floor, the tremors starting once more along his frame. He always seemed to say it, didn't he? A hum, the reverberation of metal by his ear, before a hand settled on his shoulder, tugging lightly to roll him back over, and Rayva met with a gleaming, inquisitive gaze, that for a moment... seemed to gain a red gleam.

"Hmm… what have we here?"

Cold hands touched his face briefly, and Rayva stared up at the man as he leaned back on his heels, demon eyes seeming to examine him, before the gaze turned to his and he avoided it, focusing instead on the sound of the soft creak of leather; the whisper of the dirty, but surprisingly well-made cloth soft, the softest he'd heard in a while, which was strange. There was another rumble before the ensuing clatter shook the car, but as Rayva winced and tried to turn back, the other man didn't seem to fall this time, maintaining his grip on him, pulling him back upright, and the mouth split into a feral grin.

"Where are you going?"

Conditioning, or the words of his wiser friends – he couldn't remember which- dictated the words from his memory, and he squeezed his eyes half shut in the pain of his throbbing cheek, breathing them out on a whisper as quickly as he could.

"Nowhere."

There was no reply, and Rayva closed his eye fully at the following silence, again. His breaths sped up steadily at his insolence, echoing the increasing race of his heart, before he focused on evening his pacing breaths, whilst the cart slowed down in its rocking again.

Silence was never good.

He had done it again. He'd done something, he'd done something to upset him, the other man, who was clearly better adapted then he was. Stupid. His mind flew to the boots, the polished leather, and his heart skipped another beat, his eyes remaining tightly screwed shut. What if he had been sent here, purposely? He probably had been, and had worse planned, too.

Or he'd been sent to monitor him. And he had just done something wrong. Rayvas heart skipped a beat, before his pulse was fluttering into an increasing rhythm of panic, before he was thrown once more to the side with a screech of metal, the fast approaching whistle signalling the passing of another train, and Rayva curled to cower into his patch of floor, away from the other man and away from the sound. As if he could be -for this one moment- safe inside the circle of his arms.

The noise quietened as the other train passed. When the last horn was heard, the cart rocked again, almost as if it was signalled; but the movement was less this time, not caused by the tracks, and the hand left his shoulder. Heat radiated out beside him, and after a moment, he slipped his eyelids open half-way to meet a tall, broad expanse of grey. He blinked, before they opened fully, the light grey focusing on the long broad back of a shabby trench coat, pale skin gleaming whitely through the various holes in the sleeves.

For a while, there was no other movement. Rayva focused, dazedly, exhaustion dragging at his eyelids, on the man's back, his fingers quivering with the trembles that ran up his own spine, but not the others.

The figure was silent, unmoving.
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[Ejunknown]

PART TWO - COMMUNICATION

PART TWO - COMMUNICATION

WARNINGS: Language, situation, repeated as above.

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Rayva was half-asleep, and, blinking, he looked through his lashes tiredly- only to take a sharp inhale of breath at the sight of the calm face of the other inches in front of him. The other man didn't respond to the action, the red gleam of his eyes steady as Rayva watched, before the lips moved, and Rayva recognized the question that had woken him up.

"Kid." The red gleam was muted, Rayva found himself only able to note, before the fear kick-started back in his chest. "What is your name?"

Rayva blinked for a second, unable to find the words. His heart lurched slightly inside his chest. "Rayva." His tongue felt thick in his mouth. "Who are you? You're...not human."

The other man seemed to blink in front of him, the red gleam of his eyes narrowing briefly, and the fear fluttered in the pit of his stomach, as he had done it again, spoken his mind…

"No **** I'm not human. We're the same. You are asking who I am?"

The man seemed to laugh to himself, glancing around incredulously, as if he expected to see someone else there. "You must be sh-tting me. Rayva. Tell me you are sh-tting me."

Rayva blinked at him repeatedly in confusion, his face creasing anxiously as the words stuttered from his mouth. "I… I am not sh-tting you…? I- I don't... know who you are."

The other man laughter grew incredulous, and after a minute he was reaching forward and shaking Rayva's arm lightly, before glancing down at his trembles and muttering a quiet, 'oh sh-t, yeah, no touching', and removing his hand. Rayva looked back to the man's face, just as he shook his head in disbelief, mouth twisted almost to the point of a smile of a corpse, and the red gleam caught his gaze, causing the grin to twist higher, baring his teeth further as the man shifted towards him.

"You really have no idea, do you? Haa, ha, I suppose it was going to happen at some point. Well, ****. I'm... Ludis. Or Ludosvic, Luu. Nice to meet you."

The man extended a hand, and as Rayva glanced up upwards the red eyes, he found them closed, obscuring the mans intentions. Rayva didn't know what to do. ...well, he could nothing else, could he? And after a moment Rayva reached up to it, cautiously. The smirk on the other man's face widened, before he gripped it, fingers wrapping tightly until he was dragging him closer. The eyes were open, gaze never leaving his face, and - a gasp of air slipped between them, before the grip was gone.

There was a gleam of something, something possibly on the edge of wonder in the other man's eyes, before it too was gone, the idea lost quickly in Rayva's mind, drowned by panic.

"You have been trained well, haven't you?"

"…what do you want?"

Rayva spoke his thoughts again through mumbled, quivering lips, as he had to throw caution away, staring up unabashedly at the strange man who he did not understand.

The red gaze flickered to his briefly, contemplative, almost curious, before something changed, and the expression hardened.

"What do I want?"

The hands gripping Rayva tightened. Sleek silver glimmered briefly, the strands dipping in a low arc - before the man was hovering around his ear, breath uncomfortably hot against his neck. He jolted instinctively, hands rising to push against the other's chest, panic fluttering with his heartbeat. The other man ignored him, head angling a little more to the left, firmly. The voice was smoother, lower, then the mans previous speech, and Rayva's body was shivering for him, at the low dangerous words in his ear.

"What do I want? What, do you not realise the situation you are in right now? I want lots of things, are you really that willing to succeed them to me? Do you realise how little there is stopping me from doing whatever I want with you now?"

There was a smirk in the voice, that was different to what it had been before, the fake teeth gleaming in the twisted smile, before the hot breath pushed closer, harder, rising and falling with his words.

"As, you know, it is funny how the knowledge of being the walking dead pushes you to the very limits of your being."

And the voice did indeed move closer, and Rayva felt himself pushed inescapably backwards, onto his back, breath speeding up again as his heart pounded in his chest, and the smothering heat of the other mans body hovered above his. "You need to be prepared for that, Rayva. Have you thought of what death will be like, kid…? I thought I died. And I nearly did. In fact…here."

His hand was torn from his grip against the cold chest in front of him, and Rayva's eyes widened as his hand was pulled down, the man on top of him leaning back a little to push up his shirt, and Rayva pulled back against him, harder, and harder then he had before, ever before, as all the words compounded with the fear clawing in his stomach, as he wouldn't let that happen here-

He kicked out, again, and again, pushing with all his weight, until he got a foot free, and scrunching his eyes shut tightly, shoved his foot as hard as he could into the man's stomach, his eyes squeezed shut at the light groan and wheeze from above him, the man's weight alleviating a little as he fell back. The grip slipped on his hand inches from the pale, bare skin, and Rayva snatched it back, shuffling back with a lurch, crashing into the metal sheets of the carts walls.

His muscles were trembling all over, the fear sinking right to his bones as he backed away from the pale figure, eyes fixated on the hunched form. There was a scuff as the man shifted, the old military pounded leather squeaking tiredly against the floor, before he was straightening, and Rayva's eyes flicked around the enclosed cart. The reality sunk in as the man got fully to his feet, turning towards him: there was no way out of this.

His breath scudded through the air in ragged puffs of steam, jagging as the man took another step forward, before he raised his arms again, hands clenched in rough fists, mouth opening to call to hi-

"Right here, kid."

The not-quite-human stopped, hands resting lightly against his exposed chest, Latvia's eyes glancing to where he had left his coat –no shirt- in a crumpled heap on the ground beside him. His fully exposed pale skin was almost radiant in the darkness, and the skin beneath his finger tips glistened as if molten silver.

The hands moved away, and Rayva's hands fell from their raised position, the other man breaking into a small grin, unnoticed, as the long, jagged scar split the façade.

It split the man in half.

There was something wet on his cheek, and Rayva blinked at the water that streaked beneath his fingers down his face, settling at his chin. He was still staring, lost in some recess of his mind, as, bored, the other man was ducking with a shrug, collecting his tattered coat- too faded in the style to be factory made; something old, medieval.

There was a loud, piercing screech, before the whole cabin was jolting sideways; a brief shout of laughter, before it was drowned out by a second squeal, metal tearing against metal.