Eh, clichéd title
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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks!
Title: Villains Never Win
Summary: Aight, dedicated to Link Masters since she sent me the bunny! Bruno sells the Elite Four out to Team Rocket… Eh, hope you like it. R rated.
Pairings: Championshipping (Ash x Lance), Lansumishipping (Lance x Tyson), and Lance x Giovanni. Only one’s mutual love, heh
Warnings: Mentions of rape, torture, angst, thievery, prostitution and all those other darkfic ingredients. Somewhat AU after Lake of Rage
This Fic takes place after ‘Travels in Glitch City’ and before ‘Inside a Poke Ball’.
Chapter 1
It hurt.
She wanted to tear the pieces out of her body and burn them or freeze them or watch them explode in outer space, and cleanse herself of this violation, but what good would it do?
There were steel cuffs locked ‘round her wrists, another ‘round her throat, and she knew he had the controls.
She wouldn’t be his good little whore though. Her poor, poor cousin had suffered worse – but she had found a way out, she and Agatha. Now she wished she had taken it.
Taken it before this happened.
So now, she waited patiently as Giovanni spoke, petting her hair like she was some pet, and obediently went out like a good little Rocket.
“You shouldn’t let him get to you. You might as well accept it.” Her partner grunted. She didn’t answer as she undid the ties on her black robe and began changing into the white outfit with the red ‘R’ plastered over the front. She knew he was watching her, but she didn’t care anymore.
He’d done worse after all. Looking was almost pleasant compared to everything else. She accepted the three poke balls he handed her, not even bothering to look inside. She didn’t need to.
Giovanni hadn’t been able to damp her skill in that area, thank goodness, otherwise she’d have been in worse condition. As was, she could heal up after every… negotiation and it was better than being bruised and battered and sore on top of everything else they put her through.
Sunkern… Cacnea…Gloom… Giovanni had given her a grass set. Nothing spectacularly strong like her former pokemon, but she’d make do…
“Are you ready?” Tyson asked, almost solicitously.
Blank blue eyes met his beneath a fringe of pink hair. “Yes.” Lance replied, clipping the poke balls to her belt. “I’m ready.”
When had things gone so wrong?
She thinks it happened after the Lake of Rage incident – Tyson should hate her for that, of course, but it was probably earlier.
Bruno… ah, Bruno, you were never able to break me, so you decided to have them do it instead.
The idiots didn’t know.
Bruno had sold the Elite Four out to Team Rocket. It was so easy. They had trusted him, thinking him too dumb and… well, too incompetent to plan anything like this.
How wrong they had been…
She snapped out of memory lane as they met up with two familiar faces. “Ah… Jessie and James…”
“What are you doing here?” Jessie screeched.
Tyson had started ranting about how it was their fault the whole Lake of Rage operation got sabotaged, and she nodded absentmindedly, listening with half an ear… bored, she began braiding her hair into two braids…
“Lance, are you listening to me?”
She turned. “Yes.”
“… Lance?” James choked. “You… oh, it’s just a coincidence, right? Two people, same name….”
She gave them a half-smile and didn’t bother to answer.
“You’re still chasing the brat’s Pikachu? It’s been almost four months since we saw you last!”
“Well, what, boss told you to help us?”
“No, he told us to do the job once and for all.” Tyson finished. “Where are they?”
Jessie checked her handheld device connected to the tracking chip embedded in the fabric of Ash’s League Cap. “Not far.”
“We’ll take it from here then. Come on.”
The trainer followed wordlessly. The two Rockets looked at each other.
Am I the only one getting a bad feeling from this? Meowth asked.
“…”
“Ah! I’ve seen you before somewhere!”
“Fearow, go!”
Ash yelped as the Fearows came at him. This was it… he was going to die… no he wasn’t! He had his own pokemon, and there were no weird radio waves this time! “Bayleef! Cyndaquil! Totodile! Pikachu! Attack!”
“Gloom, Stun Spore! Sunkern, Sweet Scent! Cacnea, use Spikes!”
Spikes scattered around the four of the pokemon, trapping them securely, before Sweet Scent enveloped them in a pink wave, and Stun Spore settled on each one of them. Paralysis set in. None could move.
“Good work.” Tyson grunted, as his Fearows herded Ash into a position by a tree where they tied him up.
“Wonder where his companions are?”
“Who cares about them? You think he has any more pokemon?”
Tyson paused. “You’re right. He most likely has more than four. Have you any skills in computer hacking?”
A smirk broke the emotionless face. “You know, as former Champion, I did have access to the trainer database. Everything. And Team Rocket hasn’t bothered to change it – in fact, the public doesn’t even know that the Elite are gone. No one ever sees them in any case. Toss me his pokedex.”
Tyson rummaged through Ash’s backpack, found two more poke balls, and then watched as Lance broke through the security password in less than two minutes, forcing transfer of all of his remaining pokemon into Team Rocket custody, or Earth Gym, to be polite.
“You should have mentioned this earlier.”
A raised eyebrow from said trainer, “I did. Giovanni wasn’t paying much attention – he was too busy fucking me to care. Now that the novelty has worn off though, he may wish to know the passwords into the system that will lock all trainers – essentially take over all their stored pokemon – and there’s quite a few of those…”
“Why are you doing this?” Tyson asked, as they picked the trussed up Ash up – Giovanni had requested they bring him as well. “Don’t you hate Team Rocket? Weren’t you one of the G-men? You were, I know.”
“Because,” Lance gave a tiny hint of a smile, “Bruno’s pokemon are stored in the system as well. And I’m not going to let him lord over me, even under these conditions. He wanted Team Rocket to break me, and oh, you’ve broken my eyes and my mind and my body to pieces, but I still have my anger. So when Team Rocket takes over, you’ll expose him, and that will be enough for me.”
“… You don’t want much, do you?”
“Well, getting my Gyarados and Dragonite back would be nice, but no, not more than that, no.”
“I’ll ask him.” Tyson grunted. “Let’s go.”
Half an hour later, they were back in TR HQ.
End Chapter
Completed 7/3/05
Lance: Phantomness…
Phantomness: *turning blue from lack of oxygen*
Shoyko: She can’t talk if she’s choking, Lance
Lance: I don’t care! Why me?