Chapter 5: Not Ready

"He's proving surprisingly resistant to the truth serum." It felt like clouds were pressed into Shinichi's ears. What was she saying? "It would be too dangerous to inject anymore into him at this time."

"Hmmf." Shinichi's blood went cold at the mere sound of his voice. "Put him back in his cell, then. We'll try again tomorrow."

Hands scooped him up from under his shoulders and his feet dragged against the floor as people—members of this dark organization, no doubt—carried him away. What had they asked? His tongue felt puffy in his mouth, riddled with bite marks and tasting of blood. What did they ask him, he had to know, to prepare—

Mew.

What?

They're looking for Mew.

His blood went cold, but before he could react, Shinichi was thrown to the floor. Skin scraping against stone, he groaned, barely audible over the metal clang of the slamming door. He couldn't move. His muscles ached with exhaustion, so he stayed down.

"Myyyy…" Came a whine and a cold snout pressed against his cheek. Shinichi looked up. The guard Mightyena, softened through feeding and cuddles, had gotten up to see him. He whined again, worried.

Shinichi reached up and patted the wolf Pokemon's muzzle. A rough tongue bathed his fingers. It was okay. He was going to be okay.

And then he was going to break the hell out of here.

A/N: Not going to lie, this story has been giving me more trouble than it's worth, so it's on hiatus for now and probably ever. Sorry guys. If I go more than 3 months without picking this back up, I'll just write a summary page explaining the rest of the plot.