SilentMemento
Lone Wolf
Permission for this fic has been given by JX Valentine.
WARNINGS: There are several trigger warnings that I'm obligated to warn viewers about. The primary ones are abuse and neglect, as well as a brief mention of suicide. There are two instances of graphic violence around the end, as well as an instance of body horror. I will warn you when I get to these parts. This is a journey fic, so there are lots of instances of cartoon violence when it comes to Pokemon battling. There are minor themes of sexism, as well as themes of psychological health when it comes to the Pokemon.
Now, without further ado, let's get to the meat and potatoes: the prologue of this fifty-two chapter fic!
1/4/1990
I apologize for never using this journal. It’s just that something annoying always interrupts me whenever I have a train of thought. Therefore, I’ve figured that it’s best to start from the beginning with something that’s bothered me for a while. Maybe then I won’t be interrupted by that nuisance.
In the twenty-four years I’ve lived, I’ve learned something about humanity: it’s not our intelligence that makes us human. It’s not our emotions either. What makes us human is how inhumanely we treat people that are different from us. If someone does something that differs from the status quo, the holier-than-thou, never-do-wrong angels in the media and the public will tear the person to shreds, even if the transgression isn’t entirely their fault.
I was a normal girl from a small community. I was born and raised in Fallarbor, Hoenn. Like most kids my age, I wanted a Pokemon badly, but when I finally got one, it wasn’t what I expected. I mean, what kid in Hoenn doesn’t start out with Treecko, Torchic, or Mudkip? Instead, I got a Cacnea from my older brother, who so graciously caught a wild one and gave it to me as a gift when I turned ten.
But that was a long time ago. How was I to know that I would fall in love with a famous trainer eight years after I received my Pokemon? How could I have known that he would leave only two years after our brief romance? And how could I have foreseen that I would be living at my brother’s farm in Fallarbor four years after those events?
Still, if there’s one thing that I regret-
“Mandi, you gonna eat the lunch I cooked fer you, or do I have to give it to yer Pokemon?”
I grimaced at my brother’s thick country accent. “Come on, Quinn,” I said irritably, while closing the small book in a gentle manner. “Do you always have to interrupt me whenever I write in my journal?”
Quinn Kendricks’ brown eyes were filled with amusement as he grinned. “Well,” he drawled in a humorous tone, leaning back in his rickety wooden chair. “I figure you’ve got a lot on yer mind. You’d take forever tryin’ to write everythin’ down. Why bother when you can do other stuff?”
“Because being able to write down what’s bothering me beats keeping it bottled up in my head,” I said in a bored voice.
“That don’t explain why you need a journal,” Quinn said, stifling his grin.
I sighed in resignation. He might have been four years older than me, but there were some days where it felt like I was talking to a five-year-old.
“Dammit, Quinn, I don’t like it when you act like an immature child,” I said in a harsh tone. “I don’t like the fact that you haven’t even tried to curtail your incoherent accent, and I most certainly hate it when you grin like a daft, drunken Wingull and interrupt me when I’m trying to write!”
I felt a stab of satisfaction when the smile was completely wiped off my brother’s face, but it quickly turned to guilt and shame when I saw the hurt look in his eyes.
I sighed again. “Look, Quinn, I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it.”
“Yeah, nobody really means to say stuff, but it still gits said anyways,” my brother muttered gruffly. “Come on. Git somethin’ to eat, grab yer Pokemon, and let’s git the work done.”
“What’s the plan?” I asked.
Quinn ran both hands through his scruffy dark-brown hair as he tried to remember the list of jobs. “Well, we gotta stamp out them Sandshrew burrows, fer one,” he said calmly. Seeing my horrified look, he quickly added, “Not to kill ‘em, Mandi, but to make ‘em feel unwelcome here. I ain’t in the business of killin’ Pokemon, okay?”
I nodded in reply.
Satisfied with my answer, he continued, “We also gotta talk to Donnie Cox and buy some of his fertilizer fer our crops.”
“Hang on. Don’t we have fertilizer already?” I asked in confusion.
My brother smiled with his crooked teeth. “Yeah, we do,” he replied. “But ours ain’t nearly as good as Mr. Cox’s homemade stuff. He’s a nice trustworthy ole man, and he knows our situation. He’ll give us a discount. Besides, our crops need somethin’ to help ‘em grow.”
“Is that all?” I asked.
“Hey, it’s a slow day otherwise,” he said in a laidback tone. “Do what you want after the work. I do need you to put on work clothes fer these jobs, though. So git dressed, grab Flower, and come on out after you’re finished.”
My brother barely had time to finish his sentence before we both heard the sound of two stubby feet flying down the hallway. The short, green, cactus-like Pokemon that was my Cacnea joyfully flung herself into my brother’s lap, much to his shock. I shook my head disapprovingly.
“Flower!” I said in a stern tone. “You’re supposed to ask permission before you do that.”
“Mandi, it’s fine,” Quinn said coolly. He stroked Flower’s back, causing her to close her eyes in contentment. “It’s been a long time since a Pokemon’s been that nice towards me.”
“She’s only nice to you because you said her name,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “It’s all she seems to care about these days.”
“It don’t matter what her motives are,” he replied calmly. “Maybe she likes the attention – or maybe she just wants to be included. Either way, she ain’t gettin’ any younger. You should cherish every moment you have with her.”
I stared at him in confusion. “Then why did you leave your Pokemon all the way in Kanto?” I asked. “Aren’t you ever going to tell me?”
I could have sworn that I saw a shadow of anger cross my brother’s face, but it vanished in a heartbeat. “That ain’t important,” he said gruffly. “Anyways, we’re wastin’ time. Our crops ain’t gonna grow themselves.”
I gave him a curious look, but I didn’t attempt to reply. I knew just how stubborn he could be. With yet another sigh, I got out of my chair, grabbed my journal, and headed to my room.
The very first thing that greeted me when I entered my room was my hideous mirror image. My shoulder-length dark-brown hair looked like it had been used as a makeshift lightning rod, and it took a lot of effort not to cringe at the ugly dark circles under my brown eyes. I hadn’t even changed out of my frayed nightgown.
The room itself wasn’t much to look at either. There were no windows or vents, and aside from the hanging mirror, the only things that I owned were a small bed that faced the mirror and a smaller dresser to the left of my bed. When I looked at the bed, I realized just how tired I really was.
“Ugh,” I muttered, attempting to rub the circles away. “Note to self: never sleep in a chair.”
I was sorely tempted to use some of the makeup that was conveniently placed on the dresser, but I knew that it would only get ruined while I did the jobs my brother wanted me to do.
But what if someone sees-
Shut up, me. Nobody’s going to care around these parts. That’s why I moved back to this town. That’s why I’m never going to leave. Nobody ca-
A small sting in my leg brought me out of my thoughts. I turned back and looked down to see Flower looking at me expectantly.
“What do you want?” I asked irritably.
Flower pointed at me with one arm and made a soft crooning noise.
“Well, you have my attention now,” I said in a resigned tone. “Still, why can’t you just wait until later? I’m going to need your help with the Sandshrew.”
The cactus Pokemon stared at me with pleading black eyes. She clasped the ends of her arms together.
“No, Flower, I don’t have time to spend with you right now,” I replied patiently. “I need to get dressed and get to work.”
The Cacnea glared at me angrily and crossed her arms. She let out a huffing sound.
“Don’t be that way with me!” I snapped, trying and failing to keep the anger out of my voice. “Quinn’s allowed us to live here for however long we want for free. The very least we can do is help him out when he needs help.”
My Pokemon shrugged her shoulders, as if she were trying to say, “Well, what could I possibly do?”
“We can’t get the Sandshrew to leave if we don’t have you to enforce it,” I answered calmly. “Look, I understand that you’re not as young as you used to be. I really do. But we can’t do this job without you. You’re a huge help to us.”
Flower considered the proposal for about thirty seconds before finally nodding. As she scampered out of my room, I shook my head.
“God, she can be such a pain at times,” I muttered. I moved toward my desk to set down my journal, but a shrill noise stopped me from doing so. I realized that the noise was actually a scream from someone very familiar.
“Quinn!” I cried in fear. I raced down the hallway, flung open the screen door in my way, and exited the house.
Under normal circumstances, the small cornfield around my house would have been what greeted me when I walked out the door. However, these circumstances were worse than I could imagine. The cornfield had shriveled and died, down to the last stalk, and my brother was kneeling next to our ruined produce. Flower was by his side, trying to comfort him by patting him on the back, but Quinn didn’t seem to feel anything.
I could only look in horror. Our only way to make money was gone before we could blink our eyes, and it sure as hell didn’t look like it was an accident, given the fact that the cornfield had been perfectly fine the night before. My mind tried to consider any person who would have tried to hurt us like this, but I knew that nobody who lived in Fallarbor would have done something this heinous.
I ambled over to Quinn and touched his shoulder with my hand. When he turned to face me, I felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn’t say what I was more afraid of: the hollow, defeated look in his eyes or the fact that he seemed to know who ruined our crops.
“They poisoned ‘em,” he mumbled. “I can’t believe they would do this.” His eyes hardened the moment after he said those words. “Never mind; I can believe it. It was only a matter of time before they-”
“Who are they?” I interrupted.
“I shoulda known better,” he continued, seemingly ignoring me. “I thought they were gone fer good. I was wrong.”
“Quinn!” I snapped harshly, ignoring Flower’s shocked cry. Panic was just beginning to force its way down my throat. “Who are they?!”
He stared at something in the woods. I followed his gaze and drew an involuntary breath. There were five men, all in suits, striding toward us with a grim purpose. Three of the men pulled pistols from their suits and pointed them directly at us, while the other two drew out pokeballs and released the contents. A round, rocky Pokemon with four arms and a fiery snail with a shell made of hardened lava emerged from the brilliant lights, and as they slowly surrounded us, I began to feel my sheltered world fall to pieces before my eyes.
“Graveler and Magcargo.” I turned to the side to see my brother gaze at the two Pokemon, almost as if he knew them. I then realized that he probably did know them; he had owned a Slugma at one time before leaving it in Kanto, and he had probably faced many Graveler when he was a trainer.
The two Pokemon moved to our sides, while the five men gathered in front of us to form a semi-circle.
“Hello, Quinn,” one of the men said in a noticeable Slateport accent. I turned to face the speaker: a tall man in a pressed gray suit and a similarly-colored fedora. The man smiled coldly as he pulled a metal tube out of a pocket in his suit. “It’s been a while. I’d tell you that I’m sorry, but I’m really not.”
“You leave Mandi outta this!” Quinn snarled ferociously. “This has nothin’ to do with her!”
The man’s smile grew. “Well, it seems like you’re mistaken,” he replied cheerfully. “According to our dear consigliere, this has everything to do with her.”
I felt my brother flinch beside me, and the pessimistic side of me wondered who could have possibly frightened him this much. “Quinn, what’s he talking about?” I asked in a confused voice.
I failed to notice the man press down on the top of the metal tube. Quinn’s eyes widened in alarm as he grabbed ahold of me and Flower. “Get down!” he yelled, shoving us face-first into the ground. I almost protested, but my entire world was rent apart before I could do so.
The shockwave reached us first, and it hit me like a freight train. The breath was knocked out of me, and a cloud of dust washed over us shortly afterward. I looked up and stared in disbelieving silence. Our house had been blown to pieces, and the flames were licking at the pitiful remains.
In my dazed state, I almost didn’t notice the sharp jab of a needle breaking through my arm. I tried to turn around, but a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. I felt the darkness tugging at my eyes, and my mind could only think of one question before everything went black.
Who are these people?
WARNINGS: There are several trigger warnings that I'm obligated to warn viewers about. The primary ones are abuse and neglect, as well as a brief mention of suicide. There are two instances of graphic violence around the end, as well as an instance of body horror. I will warn you when I get to these parts. This is a journey fic, so there are lots of instances of cartoon violence when it comes to Pokemon battling. There are minor themes of sexism, as well as themes of psychological health when it comes to the Pokemon.
Now, without further ado, let's get to the meat and potatoes: the prologue of this fifty-two chapter fic!
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Prologue: Two of Clubs / Duck (that means take cover!)
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Prologue: Two of Clubs / Duck (that means take cover!)
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1/4/1990
I apologize for never using this journal. It’s just that something annoying always interrupts me whenever I have a train of thought. Therefore, I’ve figured that it’s best to start from the beginning with something that’s bothered me for a while. Maybe then I won’t be interrupted by that nuisance.
In the twenty-four years I’ve lived, I’ve learned something about humanity: it’s not our intelligence that makes us human. It’s not our emotions either. What makes us human is how inhumanely we treat people that are different from us. If someone does something that differs from the status quo, the holier-than-thou, never-do-wrong angels in the media and the public will tear the person to shreds, even if the transgression isn’t entirely their fault.
I was a normal girl from a small community. I was born and raised in Fallarbor, Hoenn. Like most kids my age, I wanted a Pokemon badly, but when I finally got one, it wasn’t what I expected. I mean, what kid in Hoenn doesn’t start out with Treecko, Torchic, or Mudkip? Instead, I got a Cacnea from my older brother, who so graciously caught a wild one and gave it to me as a gift when I turned ten.
But that was a long time ago. How was I to know that I would fall in love with a famous trainer eight years after I received my Pokemon? How could I have known that he would leave only two years after our brief romance? And how could I have foreseen that I would be living at my brother’s farm in Fallarbor four years after those events?
Still, if there’s one thing that I regret-
“Mandi, you gonna eat the lunch I cooked fer you, or do I have to give it to yer Pokemon?”
I grimaced at my brother’s thick country accent. “Come on, Quinn,” I said irritably, while closing the small book in a gentle manner. “Do you always have to interrupt me whenever I write in my journal?”
Quinn Kendricks’ brown eyes were filled with amusement as he grinned. “Well,” he drawled in a humorous tone, leaning back in his rickety wooden chair. “I figure you’ve got a lot on yer mind. You’d take forever tryin’ to write everythin’ down. Why bother when you can do other stuff?”
“Because being able to write down what’s bothering me beats keeping it bottled up in my head,” I said in a bored voice.
“That don’t explain why you need a journal,” Quinn said, stifling his grin.
I sighed in resignation. He might have been four years older than me, but there were some days where it felt like I was talking to a five-year-old.
“Dammit, Quinn, I don’t like it when you act like an immature child,” I said in a harsh tone. “I don’t like the fact that you haven’t even tried to curtail your incoherent accent, and I most certainly hate it when you grin like a daft, drunken Wingull and interrupt me when I’m trying to write!”
I felt a stab of satisfaction when the smile was completely wiped off my brother’s face, but it quickly turned to guilt and shame when I saw the hurt look in his eyes.
I sighed again. “Look, Quinn, I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it.”
“Yeah, nobody really means to say stuff, but it still gits said anyways,” my brother muttered gruffly. “Come on. Git somethin’ to eat, grab yer Pokemon, and let’s git the work done.”
“What’s the plan?” I asked.
Quinn ran both hands through his scruffy dark-brown hair as he tried to remember the list of jobs. “Well, we gotta stamp out them Sandshrew burrows, fer one,” he said calmly. Seeing my horrified look, he quickly added, “Not to kill ‘em, Mandi, but to make ‘em feel unwelcome here. I ain’t in the business of killin’ Pokemon, okay?”
I nodded in reply.
Satisfied with my answer, he continued, “We also gotta talk to Donnie Cox and buy some of his fertilizer fer our crops.”
“Hang on. Don’t we have fertilizer already?” I asked in confusion.
My brother smiled with his crooked teeth. “Yeah, we do,” he replied. “But ours ain’t nearly as good as Mr. Cox’s homemade stuff. He’s a nice trustworthy ole man, and he knows our situation. He’ll give us a discount. Besides, our crops need somethin’ to help ‘em grow.”
“Is that all?” I asked.
“Hey, it’s a slow day otherwise,” he said in a laidback tone. “Do what you want after the work. I do need you to put on work clothes fer these jobs, though. So git dressed, grab Flower, and come on out after you’re finished.”
My brother barely had time to finish his sentence before we both heard the sound of two stubby feet flying down the hallway. The short, green, cactus-like Pokemon that was my Cacnea joyfully flung herself into my brother’s lap, much to his shock. I shook my head disapprovingly.
“Flower!” I said in a stern tone. “You’re supposed to ask permission before you do that.”
“Mandi, it’s fine,” Quinn said coolly. He stroked Flower’s back, causing her to close her eyes in contentment. “It’s been a long time since a Pokemon’s been that nice towards me.”
“She’s only nice to you because you said her name,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “It’s all she seems to care about these days.”
“It don’t matter what her motives are,” he replied calmly. “Maybe she likes the attention – or maybe she just wants to be included. Either way, she ain’t gettin’ any younger. You should cherish every moment you have with her.”
I stared at him in confusion. “Then why did you leave your Pokemon all the way in Kanto?” I asked. “Aren’t you ever going to tell me?”
I could have sworn that I saw a shadow of anger cross my brother’s face, but it vanished in a heartbeat. “That ain’t important,” he said gruffly. “Anyways, we’re wastin’ time. Our crops ain’t gonna grow themselves.”
I gave him a curious look, but I didn’t attempt to reply. I knew just how stubborn he could be. With yet another sigh, I got out of my chair, grabbed my journal, and headed to my room.
The very first thing that greeted me when I entered my room was my hideous mirror image. My shoulder-length dark-brown hair looked like it had been used as a makeshift lightning rod, and it took a lot of effort not to cringe at the ugly dark circles under my brown eyes. I hadn’t even changed out of my frayed nightgown.
The room itself wasn’t much to look at either. There were no windows or vents, and aside from the hanging mirror, the only things that I owned were a small bed that faced the mirror and a smaller dresser to the left of my bed. When I looked at the bed, I realized just how tired I really was.
“Ugh,” I muttered, attempting to rub the circles away. “Note to self: never sleep in a chair.”
I was sorely tempted to use some of the makeup that was conveniently placed on the dresser, but I knew that it would only get ruined while I did the jobs my brother wanted me to do.
But what if someone sees-
Shut up, me. Nobody’s going to care around these parts. That’s why I moved back to this town. That’s why I’m never going to leave. Nobody ca-
A small sting in my leg brought me out of my thoughts. I turned back and looked down to see Flower looking at me expectantly.
“What do you want?” I asked irritably.
Flower pointed at me with one arm and made a soft crooning noise.
“Well, you have my attention now,” I said in a resigned tone. “Still, why can’t you just wait until later? I’m going to need your help with the Sandshrew.”
The cactus Pokemon stared at me with pleading black eyes. She clasped the ends of her arms together.
“No, Flower, I don’t have time to spend with you right now,” I replied patiently. “I need to get dressed and get to work.”
The Cacnea glared at me angrily and crossed her arms. She let out a huffing sound.
“Don’t be that way with me!” I snapped, trying and failing to keep the anger out of my voice. “Quinn’s allowed us to live here for however long we want for free. The very least we can do is help him out when he needs help.”
My Pokemon shrugged her shoulders, as if she were trying to say, “Well, what could I possibly do?”
“We can’t get the Sandshrew to leave if we don’t have you to enforce it,” I answered calmly. “Look, I understand that you’re not as young as you used to be. I really do. But we can’t do this job without you. You’re a huge help to us.”
Flower considered the proposal for about thirty seconds before finally nodding. As she scampered out of my room, I shook my head.
“God, she can be such a pain at times,” I muttered. I moved toward my desk to set down my journal, but a shrill noise stopped me from doing so. I realized that the noise was actually a scream from someone very familiar.
“Quinn!” I cried in fear. I raced down the hallway, flung open the screen door in my way, and exited the house.
Under normal circumstances, the small cornfield around my house would have been what greeted me when I walked out the door. However, these circumstances were worse than I could imagine. The cornfield had shriveled and died, down to the last stalk, and my brother was kneeling next to our ruined produce. Flower was by his side, trying to comfort him by patting him on the back, but Quinn didn’t seem to feel anything.
I could only look in horror. Our only way to make money was gone before we could blink our eyes, and it sure as hell didn’t look like it was an accident, given the fact that the cornfield had been perfectly fine the night before. My mind tried to consider any person who would have tried to hurt us like this, but I knew that nobody who lived in Fallarbor would have done something this heinous.
I ambled over to Quinn and touched his shoulder with my hand. When he turned to face me, I felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn’t say what I was more afraid of: the hollow, defeated look in his eyes or the fact that he seemed to know who ruined our crops.
“They poisoned ‘em,” he mumbled. “I can’t believe they would do this.” His eyes hardened the moment after he said those words. “Never mind; I can believe it. It was only a matter of time before they-”
“Who are they?” I interrupted.
“I shoulda known better,” he continued, seemingly ignoring me. “I thought they were gone fer good. I was wrong.”
“Quinn!” I snapped harshly, ignoring Flower’s shocked cry. Panic was just beginning to force its way down my throat. “Who are they?!”
He stared at something in the woods. I followed his gaze and drew an involuntary breath. There were five men, all in suits, striding toward us with a grim purpose. Three of the men pulled pistols from their suits and pointed them directly at us, while the other two drew out pokeballs and released the contents. A round, rocky Pokemon with four arms and a fiery snail with a shell made of hardened lava emerged from the brilliant lights, and as they slowly surrounded us, I began to feel my sheltered world fall to pieces before my eyes.
“Graveler and Magcargo.” I turned to the side to see my brother gaze at the two Pokemon, almost as if he knew them. I then realized that he probably did know them; he had owned a Slugma at one time before leaving it in Kanto, and he had probably faced many Graveler when he was a trainer.
The two Pokemon moved to our sides, while the five men gathered in front of us to form a semi-circle.
“Hello, Quinn,” one of the men said in a noticeable Slateport accent. I turned to face the speaker: a tall man in a pressed gray suit and a similarly-colored fedora. The man smiled coldly as he pulled a metal tube out of a pocket in his suit. “It’s been a while. I’d tell you that I’m sorry, but I’m really not.”
“You leave Mandi outta this!” Quinn snarled ferociously. “This has nothin’ to do with her!”
The man’s smile grew. “Well, it seems like you’re mistaken,” he replied cheerfully. “According to our dear consigliere, this has everything to do with her.”
I felt my brother flinch beside me, and the pessimistic side of me wondered who could have possibly frightened him this much. “Quinn, what’s he talking about?” I asked in a confused voice.
I failed to notice the man press down on the top of the metal tube. Quinn’s eyes widened in alarm as he grabbed ahold of me and Flower. “Get down!” he yelled, shoving us face-first into the ground. I almost protested, but my entire world was rent apart before I could do so.
The shockwave reached us first, and it hit me like a freight train. The breath was knocked out of me, and a cloud of dust washed over us shortly afterward. I looked up and stared in disbelieving silence. Our house had been blown to pieces, and the flames were licking at the pitiful remains.
In my dazed state, I almost didn’t notice the sharp jab of a needle breaking through my arm. I tried to turn around, but a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. I felt the darkness tugging at my eyes, and my mind could only think of one question before everything went black.
Who are these people?