Title: Speed
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: None
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #69, Numb
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri, Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Drug and alcohol abuse, cursing, depression

He is flying far in the air, in a dazzling canopy of stars, arms spread wide as he soared over the clouds. Hazy lights flicker in his mind, pounding to the tune of the dance music in the club. Neon flickers shoot over the crowd, a body presses against his, hot lips seeking his. He only kisses back hard, desperate. Here, he is anonymous, euphoric, and wanted. No one needs to know that he’s an utter failure as a Trainer, that almost all his remaining Pokemon have been sold to pay for his addictions, and that his parents have disowned him.

Thirst hits next, as his tongue plunders into the other’s mouth. So needy… soft breasts are jammed against him, perhaps silicone enhanced, but he is too high to tell. He moans, seeking more.

The next morning, he wakes up in his underwear, lying in his closet, with a new tattoo of the words ‘Fuck You’ in bold pink across his back, with no girl in sight and no sign that he’s gotten laid. It’s disappointing, and now he wants to know what else was in his beer.

When he finds out his Zigzagoon has been hit by a car, he loses it. He needed the items that girl picked up to pay for things, especially the Nuggets! Four days later, he wakes up in a hospital, and feels worse. When he gets discharged, he ignores the rehabilitation services they offer. What can a bunch of shrinks do anyway?

Alone in his apartment, he pops open a can of beer, starting to drown his swallows, before he stops. That’s not going to do him any good, and he knows it. Deep down inside, he really does understand what he’s doing to himself.

The next morning, he checks into a program, because he only has Raticate left, and he doesn’t want him to die too.

End Fic

Completed 8/13/08

Speed is another word for methamphetamine, also known as Crystal Meth and Ice. Not sure if this deserves the R rating, but just in case…