You always think you know someone until you find out you know nothing at all.
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My head pounded in quick uneven beats as my mind stirred and my consciousness surfaced, the thumping was painful, causing me to groan. I struggled around for a moment, trying to figure out the cause of the unusual position in which I's woken up to. I soon realised that I was hanging by my wrists by thick handcuffs attached to the wall behind me. The cuffs dug painfully into my wrists and I felt like every ounce of strength had been drained from my body, as if gravity had pulled it from me while leaving me helplessly suspended above the ground.

I stared up at the metal chains holding me tightly for several moments before looking around to see the small, bare metal cell in which I was locked in. The door was right in front of me, almost close enough that if I'd not been chained, I could touch it. It was bare apart from a small window with three bars across the front and was the only source of light the cell offered, although, it did little to brighten the dim room. The entire place reeked of a gloomy, scary and dark feeling. The stench of mould and mildew hung in the air and the distant sound of a dripping pipe echoed through the walls.

Whimpered softly, I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping when I'd open them the cell would have disappeared and this was all instead a bad dream. I was sore all over, especially my arms leaving me to believe I'd been suspended for hours, even days already. My throat was parched and I felt like I hadn't eaten in a long time, although I probably hadn't since I didn't eat breakfast and arguments the day before had left me with going to bed before dinner. I didn't know where I was or who had me. I was terrified.

As if my whimper had alarmed someone outside there was the sound of a key turning in the lock before the door was pushed open. I couldn't quite see who it was because it was far too dark to see but with a small 'click' the room was illuminated by a light bulb hanging from the roof.

My eyes took a moment to adjust from the darkness that had previously consumed me leaving everything blurry. I gasped when they had gotten used to the light and I could see who it was that had entered and now stood in front of me.

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Sorry for the really short chapter. I was board so I didn't write much.

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His yellow and white hair, electric blue eyes and scared cheek were simply unmistakeable although I wasn't quite sure if I believed it, it seemed too surreal to be true.

"T-Tys-son." I stuttered, looking at him in fear and shock.

Tyson smirked at me. "Surprised?" He asked with sly satisfaction.

I didn't reply, I couldn't reply. My shock of my capture had frozen me but his next move shocked me even more so.

In the blink of an eye Tyson raised his hand and slapped it against my cheek. I gasped in pain as tears fell freely from my eyes, I looked back at Tyson while whimpering in pain and fright. Doing my best to hide my head behind my raised arms, I peered frightfully at the older trainer.

"You will answer when spoken to Shimmer." He sneered, dark blue eyes filled with an irritated amusement.

A small sob escaped my lips and I flinched back. I was still crying, beyond terrified of what could happen, what Tyson could want from me.

"Do you understand?" He hissed.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do but I quickly nodded when Tyson raised his hand again. Squeezing my eyes shut, I turned my head away and used what little movement I had to bring my arms in front of me. The movement caused my body to sway slightly and cause more pain to my wrists so I tensed my legs against the wall in order to stop it.

"That's a good girl." He smirked stepping closer to me so he stood mere centimetres from my face. He took a lock of my white hair a twirled it around his fingers, a somewhat twisted caring look over his face as he watched his own actions. "You must have questions am I right?"

I nodded, fearful of being hit again.

"Where should I begin...?" He smirked, continuing to twirl my hair in his fingers. "So much to say and so very little time."

"P-please s-sto-p." I whimpered, pulling my head away in order to try and loosen his grip on my hair. His touch caused me the tremble in fear and he was pulling on it enough to cause a mildly painful discomfort. "Y-you're s-caring me." Another small sob making its way out and I cringed further back.

Tyson's smirk grew wider. "Well, since you said please." He snickered, letting go of my hair which allowed me to relax ever so slightly for just a brief moment.

I took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down but I just broke down into sobs. "P-p-please l-let m-me me go." I managed choked out, fresh tears running over my cheeks and soaking into my shirt.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that." Tyson said, not sounding sorry at all. He used his thumb and forefinger to raise my chin so I was looking directly into his eyes. His eyes were cold and amused as he stared back into my terrified blue optics, overrun with a waterfall of tears. "But I can shed some light on what you'll be doing here and why."

I let out another whimper and shook my head. "I I j-just w-ant to to g-go." I stuttered. "P-please. I won't t-ell any-one what you-you're doing. Promise."

Tyson tisked. "I'm sorry but that won't happen. You're staying here." Again, his apology can out far less then sincere.

"C-can I at least g-get down." I asked quietly, managing to calm down slightly. "M-my arms are sore and it hurts."

The look that came of Tyson's face was a hard one to describe, it terrified me as it seemed to be filled with some twisted form of amusement. "Sorry but we can't have you getting out, now can we?"

"Please." I begged on the verge of bursting into tears again. "I won't go anywhere just please let me down. I-I'll be good." I sobbed. "Just please let me down. I'm scared."

He just shook his head. "Not going to happen. Now our little chat will have to be postponed because your sobbing took up too much time but don't fret, I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere will you?" He snickered leaving the room, flicking the light off again as he did so.

The lock clicked shut leaving me alone in the dark, crying to myself. Everything hurt and I'd long ago figured out how much I dreaded being alone, it was scary and I had no one to make me feel better. I looked up, staring at the small amount of light that filtered through the window, hoping against hope that the next person to come though was someone coming to help me.

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It wasn't until what must have been hours later was I disturbed. I must have cried myself to sleep and now re-awoken in the same dark and dreary cell. My whole body felt stiff and sore and the metal cuffs were still digging into my skin as gravity struggled to pull me down to earth.

I heard a shuffling noise and the lock click open. Flinched back, I expected it to be Tyson, ready to hurt me again, but instead it was a boy. By the looks of it he was older than me, although younger the Tyson. He had grey hair, not like old grey hair, but stormy grey hair that seemed to suit him well. His eyes were blue like a raging sea in a storm and held a look of sadness and pity. He flicked the light on, filling the room once more with light and advanced on me slowly, closing the door behind him.

Whimpering as he came closer, not knowing what he wanted and fearing him because of that. Pulling my arms in front of my face once again, I hoped he would just go away and leave me alone.

"Hey, it's okay." He said calmly, his tone much softer than the one Tyson had shown. "I'm not going to hurt you. I was told to bring you food." He held up a bowl of some sort of creamy-grey sludge that I hadn't realised he was carrying. In his other hand, he held a water bottle and straw.

I nodded, watching him cautiously as he approached slowly and calmly, appearing to be non-threatening. "What's your name?" He asked quietly. "I was just told to feed the girl, they didn't give me a name."

Swallowing hard, well I attempted to, my throat was so dry and raw from sobbing it was hard to. "I-I don't know m-my n-name. B-but I'm g-going by Sh-shimmer." I replied in a sore, raspy voice.

"I'm Nimbus, like the storm cloud." The boy replied with a smile.

I nodded and looked down at the ground, I didn't like his smile, there was nothing to smile about. I was scared and hurting, that wasn't something to smile about, not for me at least. My fringe covered my eyes from him. Although he was trying to be nice, I didn't trust him. I thought I could trust Tyson, even though he seemed mean, he turned out to have been the bad guy all along. I didn't know who I could trust.

"Hey, it's okay if you don't trust me." He said like a mind reader. "You must be really scared so I don't mind, but I need you to eat alright? I know it doesn't look really good but I'll try and get you something better for next time."

Moving slowly, I raised my head to look at him, tears gathering in my eyes again but not fall. I didn't have enough left for them to fall. I'd cried myself out.

"Here." Nimbus said unscrewing the lid of the water. He put the straw in and held it up to me. "This is fine I promise."

I hesitated before accepting the straw and taking a long sip of the liquid inside, finding it soothed my dry throat. After a moment Nimbus pulled it away so I could breath. "Better?"

After a few moments of letting to water satisfy my throat, I nodded. "Thank you." I whispered, talking to him for the first time.

Nimbus smiled again, pinging a nerve of fear, sadness and irritation on the inside. "No problem. But you need to eat now, okay?" He picked the bowl up off the floor and brought half the spoonful up to my face and held it in front of my lips. Not forcing it, but encouraging me to eat it.

It smelt foul and looked even worse up close, like overcooked porridge that was past the use by date. I shook my head and turned away.

"Come on. If you don't eat we'll both be in trouble." Nimbus encouraged gently. "Please."

I hesitated slight before accepting the spoon. The taste was awful and I had to force myself not to gag at the taste. It felt like wet cardboard and tasted like something I couldn't describe other than disgusting. My face wrinkled in disgust and recoiled, hitting the back of my head against the wall so sharply the room spun for a minute. I squeezed my eyes shut and I force myself to swallow.

When I opened my eyes again, Nimbus was holding the water bottle up to me, showing a look of pity in his eyes. I quickly accepted the straw once more and attempted to rid my mouth of the horrid taste.

Nimbus pulled the bottle away and sighed quietly. "I'm sorry." He mumbled while holding up another spoon.

I quickly shook my head. "No more." I whimpered while turning my head to the side, burying it between my shoulder and arm once more.

He sighed again and lowered the spoon, sitting the bowl down on the floor next to him. The older boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of something out. "These might be better." Nimbas said opening the packet.

The faint smell of biscuits wafted through the air and I turned back to him, peeking out frightfully. Nimbus broke off a bite sized piece of the golden-brown biscuit and held it up to me. They smelt like cinnamon with a hint of orange. I accepted the biscuit and chewed it slowly. The biscuit was slightly stale but I didn't mind, it was much better than whatever I had to eat before. This tasted like it smelt, strongly of cinnamon with a slight hint if orange zest.

"Better?" The blue-eyed boy asked hopefully.

I nodded. "Much better, thank you." I replied meekly.

"No worries." Nimbus smiled breaking off another third of the biscuit and holding it up to me. "I'll try my best to get you something better next time, okay? I didn't even know there was anyone in here until I was told to feed you."

This went on until all three biscuits that were in the packet were gone. The small biscuits filled me up surprisingly well and the rest if the water quenched my thirst, leaving me feeling much more at ease the I'd been earlier.

"Sorry I don't have anything else." Nimbus apologised, fishing through his pockets for food.

"It's okay. Thank you." I replied weakly, barely above a whisper. I wasn't even sure if he heard.

Swiping his grey hair from his face, Nimbus frowned. "I have to go now." He said. "But I'll be back to bring your next meal soon. Hopefully I can get you something nicer to eat."

I gave a small, weak nod and watched him go sadly. He flicked off the light and closed the door, there was a faint click of the lock and I was once more alone. I closed my eyes again and rested my head against arm, trying to get at least a little bit of rest before Tyson came back, I was dreading the moment he would.

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Okay this really is the end this time.
So it was Tyson 😱, congrats to whoever guessed correctly? I wasn't sure weather or not to be mean and make you wait for this update but I'm going to be really busy over the next few days and over the weekend so I updated just incase I forgot to. Lucky Ducklettes.

What's gonna happen next!? only I know so hit that little star button to make me happy and hopefully update faster.