Silver X Growlithe Reader Part 1

There was a girl tied to the bed. Not by her hands and legs but her neck. A collar and chain. Her body was covered with a blanket but even threw it you could see how skinny and frail she was. She probably hasn’t eaten for days. The bed wasn’t in good shape either.

The bed was on the floor with no sheets and you could see holes in it, as the blanket. Both were rather old and in poor conditions. Then again it was an upgrade compared to the other cells. Most cells had just a blanket or hay as bedding. She was the last one in the cells here so she was a test subject. Only Arceus knew what he did to these people but she was different.

When I opened the cell she sat up and looked at the ground. Her (eye color) eyes had no life. No desire to live anymore. They were slowly going black like Growlithe’s. Her hair was a mixture of (hair color) and blonde orange like a Growlithe’s. Her hair was matted and had many knots in it. The thing that was noticeable by all means where the small ears on her head. Her human ones were completely gone and these on top on her head were obviously functional because they were twitching to sounds. Under the blanket it looked like she had a tail as well.

With all this it was obvious due to the past news of a kingdom with people who were half-pokémon, Giovanni wanted to make his own pokémon human hybrids of his own. This poor girl was the first. I could tell due to her arm. She had a brand on her arm. It said, 001. This would make sense of that horrid room we found with dead human and Growlithe corpses. I knew this place was creepy and saddening but not to this point.

The collar said (Name). “(Name)?” I asked slowly. She looked up at me in fear. I went over slowly and took off her collar. She let me but then took my red hair.

“Like Lady Rachel’s,” she said softly. Rachel? Rachel was my mother. Most didn’t know her name. My father . . . or rather Giovanni didn’t like people to know he was related to her in any way. She was his wife and she died when I was five years old. I’d rather not say how for the time being.

“You know my mom?” I asked getting it off. She nodded. “I see. I’m her son so you don’t have to be afraid of me. Okay? My name is Silver.” She nods again.

I soon picked her up and put my jacket on her as I carried her to the rest of the guys. She hung on my neck. Green looked over to me. “She the last one?” he asked.

“Yeah. No one else anywhere in there,” I said.

“That’s good,” Green said. Soon Green’s wife came over. She was one of the pokémon human hybrids. She is there princess and an Eevee. She’s the one who made it all possible for them to come out in the world. With her brother and sister, Kaname and Ayame. “Hey. We’re all done here,” he said with a smile as he looked down at her.

“That’s good,” she said. “Oh I didn’t know you were here, Silver. Who’s that?”

“This is (Name), Jade,” I said. “Let’s get her to the car. Where did you park it?”

“This way,” she said and I followed her to it. I put (Name) in the back and buckled her in.

“We better get in. Red’s going out in a bang. Hopefully to smoke the Rattata out,” Green said as we all got in the car. I buckled her up. “Then we should get home.”

As we drove home I watched (Name). She looked so confused as to everything like when Jade first came around. In that cell she must have never been or looked outside in her life. She was amazed. She didn’t act or talk differently but her eyes now lit up. More so when we stopped to watch Red’s fireworks. The whole place exploded. Giovanni wasn’t there but I knew one thing. Now that we had (Name) he’d be after us.

I’d have to watch her until I knew Giovanni was behind bars again. I didn’t know a thing about her but I knew I didn’t want her to fall in his hand again. She deserved better than the life she had. She seemed so sweet at one glance. This poor girl was probably locked up here he whole life, more than likely. Giovanni did love to steal children, but I would have seen her at one point in my life and I didn’t remember this girl at all.

We soon got to the labs and I had Professor Oak take a look at her. When I did she was so nervous and she held onto me like a child did to it’s mother when it was scared. She didn’t want me to leave at all. The scientists did wear lab coats like him so she could have thought he was like them.

“Easy, (Name),” I said petting her head. “He’s not like them. He won’t hurt you. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. Alright?” She must have trusted me because she nodded and sat up but held onto my hand.

Professor Oak gave her a check up and she did as he asked. Breathing and moving her head. She never let go of my hand. Her hand was so soft and frail. I felt like it would crumble in my hand if I held it too tight. She did look like if the wind went by she’d go with it.

“I’d say we get her on a diet and stick to it. She is malnourished and needs to have certain foods. Silver, you’re in charge of her,” Oak said to me.

“What? Why me?” I asked.

“She’s taken quite a liking to you and I think it would be best,” he said. I looked at (Name). She looked really cute as she nuzzled my hand. She was like a scared pokémon, our friend Raven took care of. She had a whole ranch filled with abandoned or hurt pokémon. So I was used to seeing hurt pokémon because when I was bored I helped her out.

(Name) looked up at me with those big eyes of hers. Why did I think she was so cute? I mean I usually didn’t think any girl was cute. I guess because I’ve never been interested in a girlfriend, so much that Gold and everyone else thought I was gay. I never fixed that because I didn’t care about what they thought.

“Alright. She can live with me in my apartment,” I said.

“Are you sure it’s big enough, Silver?” he asked.

“Until I get a new one, she can have my bedroom and I’ll sleep on the couch,” I said. “Then there will be enough room for us both.”

“Alright,” he said.

I took her hand and she seemed happy. I then lead her to my apartment. I had to get an apartment because the mansion I lived in lead Giovanni to me. He’d send money when I lived by myself in the mansion but then Red and Green told me to move out so he never found me again. I then moved to Pallet and had an apartment.

I got her in and she walked in. Now I was happy I cleaned up. I usually had books everywhere. Yeah I know me, the scary ass guy who is so hateful and cusses, being a bookworm is hilarious but my mom read to me when I was little so I feel closer when I read. I know it’s stupid so you don’t have to tell me it isn’t because I know it is. She died when I was five so I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with her.

She was interested in the apartment so I showed her around. There wasn’t much to it. A bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen. A standard apartment, for a single guy to live by himself. I showed her my bedroom and told her this is where she was staying. She touched the bed and poked it. It took me a minute to think how this would be different than hers. No holes in anything and it was warm and comfortable. She just poked it.

I picked her up and put her on the bed. “Comfortable, see?” I asked. It was hard to be sweet and nice but I had to, so I didn’t scare her. She looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with fear. Why wouldn’t they be? At night the scientists would come in at night to do experiments on her. She was probably afraid of that since this would be the first night she’d be safe and have rest.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore, (Name),” I said. “You’re safe as long as you’re with me.” I blushed at what I just said. Did I really say that? That wasn’t like me in the least.

She looked up at me and then she cuddled my leg. She curled up holding my leg. I covered her up and then started to read the book I kept by my bedside. She looked rather cute when she was asleep. Peaceful and relaxed. More than when she was awake. When she was awake she was always in fear, sheepish, she acted brave but she was afraid.

Maybe that’s what it meant to be brave. We all knew what that word meant but did we really? It was like the word love. We got the jest of it but we never knew, unless you’ve felt it you’d never truly know it. It was rather hard to believe I was like her at one point in my life but I stood up to the horrid man who hurt me and then hurt her.

I knew he’d be back for her. It’d only be a matter of time really. No matter how much you take down a pest it will always be back and in bigger numbers.