Hehe. Thanks everyone for the comments and stuff. I really appreciate it all. Thank you. So, now for the next chapter, which is a littl eless action packed I think, but it's a build up to something bigger. So, here it is; the one, the only, chapter twwo of Curse...
Those demonic eyes stared at me, looked deep into me, like they were examining my soul. I could feel the psychic presence in my head that told me this pokémon was scanning me for threats. It was hard to define the pokémon in this darkness, but all I knew was that I was terrified.
Thick, strong claws were resting against my throat, ready to plunge through my windpipe, severing the golden string that attached me to this Earth. I whimpered slightly, so quiet I doubted that the murderous pokémon holding me up had even heard me. I struggled for a moment before the claws tightened and I froze. This pokémon was no messing about. “Who are you?” she repeated in a low, growling voice that caused a shiver to run down my spine.
“A-Azul,” was my choked reply.
“What species are you?” she asked, “my psychic abilities won’t tell me. Your barriers are too strong. Now tell me what you are.”
The horrible taste of bile in my mouth increased and I coughed and spluttered as I tried to force out my reply. The pokémon seemed to recognise my reason for silence and retraced her claws, releasing my neck and letting me drop to the floor. I screamed horrifyingly as I landed on my torn leg, and the lightning pain shot up through my nerves. My eyes threatened to overflow again and I gritted my teeth as the stinging feeling subsided slightly. All the while, the female pokémon waited for my reply.
After minutes of heavy breathing and coughing, I found my personality for the first time since probably only a few hours ago (it seemed so long since I had suffered all that pain of seeing them die in front of my eyes.) Filled to the brim with my new found sarcasm, I glared up at the dark form and glared viciously, blue eyes flashing like a warning sign. “Are you blind?” I growled in a low and slow threat, “Don’t you know what type of a pokémon I am?” The pokémon gave one quick laugh before holding out what I thought was an arm and forming a ball of psychic energy which lit up a small part of the cavern, including us. She held the light up to her eyes, which I noticed were an odd blue purple colour, and she said in a clam, yet terrifyingly sincere, “that’s because I am
blind. Do I have to repeat myself again?”
On the brighter side of being threatened like that, I now had enough light to examine the pokémon before me and I was extremely surprised to find that it was a Gardevoir. The odd coloured eyes, the rash and angry personality, the claws
, all of these were impossible for a Gardevoir and yet here was living proof of such a thing. Staring for a moment, hundreds of possibilities swarmed through my head at what was going on. Was I dreaming? Maybe done of this was real.
However, my throbbing right leg begged to differ.
“Are you going to answer?” the Gardevoir’s voice knocked me out of my daydreams, as did the ball of light disappearing into the air and cloaking us in darkness.
“I’m a Mew!” The rushed words fell from my mouth like a Pidgeot crash landing. I tiny gasp escaped me and I covered my muzzle with my paws and waited, expectantly, for something solid to hit me over the head, of something sharp to stab me in the stomach. But none came. A quiet mumbling sound bubbled from the Gardevoir’s mouth and when the claws released my neck, I gasped in a breath. Then I was falling and my injured leg hit the ground, pain shooting up my nerves and filling my mind with only the agony of it.
The Gardevoir said something quietly. My defined ears managed to untangle the syllables to create the word ‘Angel.’ Then, the Gardevoir was rushing away, calling out that same word. I listened, watering eyes seeing nothing, ears listening for something to distract me from my leg.
“What is it, Knife?”
This voice was different. It was young and high-pitched, and soft and gentle. Suddenly there was a very frightening silence as neither the Gardevoir nor the other female spoke. Then, an awed sigh came from the young female and a breath hitched in my throat. What was going on?
“Angel-” the mutated psychic type began from deep in the darkness but the new voice shushed her. I felt a powerful and familiar aura approach me and then I sensed a small pokémon hovering in front of me. “Knife, get the lights,” whispered the new pokémon, and her breath spread over my face.
The sound of running and then a leap into the air followed by the whirling sound of floating echoed through the black cavern and I waited, nervous and silent, for something to happen.
Suddenly, all at once, a group of psychic energy balls flew around the humongous sides of the cavern, lighting pieces of wood that had been bolded to the walls using pieces of stray metal and vines. The wood lit, and then I could see the whole of the huge cave as the pink flames flickered and cast a beautiful glow around us all. The ceiling was hundreds of feet upwards and I couldn’t see the top as darkness filled the void; the cavern was a wide and uneven circle, with a few little low-ceilinged halls leading off to dead-ended rooms. There were a couple of thick, rock pillars that let down from the darkness above, and were slimy and damp. Dripping and damp, the dark purple rock was partially covered in moss in some places, and tiny carved scratches in others.
I turned to look at the pokémon in front of me with wide eyes. She wasn’t what I had expected.
A large head on a smaller body, with arms and legs and little, fluttering wings. She looked like an angel; that was her name after all. The Togetic stared back at me with big, brown eyes and she smiled the widest smile I had ever seen since Pomme-
My train of thought broke off when the image of my best friend’s bloody body appearing in my mind. Angel noticed this and hovered downwards so that she was sitting on the ground too. “Are you okay?” she asked, “Your leg is hurt.” She reached out a tiny paw but I pulled away, a little too quickly. She looked up at me through her miniature eyelashes, and then relaxed backwards. “You can trust me you know,” she said quietly, “we’re related.”
“What?” this was the first time I had spoken to the small, white pokémon and she smiled at me. My voice must have sounded rude and disbelieving, yet the Togetic was still smiling happily. She ignored my question completely and instead carefully took my arms and gingerly pulled me closer to her. She then studied my pale blue fur, a rare colouration for my kind. There was simple look of adoration on her face. And then she released me, taking flight once more. She circled me, making me feel edgy about having my back to her. But then she stopped behind me. I felt her eyes bore into me. She was looking at the scar on my back.
“How-” her voice cracked and she cleared her throat to continue, “how did this happen?” Her eyes were suddenly darker and it frightened me ever so slightly. “My egg was attacked before I hatched. I was injured and hatched late because of the need to heal.” She nodded, relieved. I didn’t know why she was so worried about my well-being. It was odd. Angel came back to face me, her expression was a tiniest bit sadder, and she settled herself back on the ground.
I was very curious now. A mutant blind Gardevoir, a scary Togetic, a big cavern- what the hell was going on? Finally, I spoke my thoughts. “Where am I?” I demanded suddenly, “What is this place?” The Togetic’s eyes flashed over to Knife for a split second before resting on me again. It was only because of my defined senses that I noticed the small exchange in the first place. It was suspicious how they would have to confirm what information they could give me. “We are,” Angel started, “trapped in imprisonment. I’ve been here for a couple of months and Knife has been here for much, much longer.”
Knife leaned against one of the tall stone pillar and crossed her arms over her chest. “Three years, seven months,” the Gardevoir said. A shiver ran up my spine. Whether it was from her cold voice, the damp moisture in the air, or the fact that I could be stuck here for the rest of my life, I didn’t know. But then Knife continued to speak, “They
attack in the middle of the night, rendering you helpless and slaughtering everyone who matters to you. They
take you away, severely injured, and they
throw you in here. They
leave you for dead; only the strong survive.” Knife’s explanation seemed all the more real when she said it, and I knew it was all true.
“Okay,” I said, “then let’s get out of here.” Suddenly, the atmosphere turned cold and silent, and a strange feel surrounded us. Angel and Knife didn’t say a word and I immediately knew something was up. I looked the Togetic in the eyes, begging for something to be said; begging for them to agree to try and get out. But no one voiced their opinions on my suggestion. “What?” I asked, “Don’t you want to get out?”
Neither answered and I pulled a confused face. “Don’t you want to go home?” There was nothing. I was starting to get angry. My family, my friends, were slaughtered in the night to get me here and if I stayed, that meant that I had lost and they all died in vain. I had to get out, I had to avenge them. All the people I cared about were dead and it was because they
were) wanted it so. If I let myself be confined to this place, then that meant they had won, and I had lost.
My fury grew when Angel averted her gaze to look at one of the tall but thick pillars. Was it too much to ask to have their cooperation? “Why?” I cried out, “What’s wrong with you two? Do you want to get out or not?!” I pushed myself up so I was floating and put my front paws together to plead with them. “I need your help! I can’t do it alone! You two must know some way to get out.” There was yet another silence and it felt like I was talking to myself.
“Why don’t you want to leave? Aren’t there people waiting for you?! Are you just going to abandon them?!” My last question seemed to make Knife snap and the next thing I knew she was up in my face, her blue eyes glaring into my own with a new found hatred.
“Listen, you,” she hissed through clenched teeth. One sharp claw pointed at the bottom on my chin, threatening for me to talk back to her when she was in a foul mood like this. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been here for over three and a half years. I’ve marked off each day by taking a run up one of those pillars and slicing how far I reached up it with my claws. There are one thousand three hundred and sixteen slices on that one pillar.” She pointed to the one she had previously been leaning on. “I’ve made an estimated thirty-seven escapes, maybe more. Each time, I have gotten exactly one scar. That’s thirty-six scars, one thousand three hundred and sixteen slices through solid rock, and I’m still partially sane.
“Out there,” she said, pointing upwards through the black void in the ceiling, “there is just darkness. And in that darkness, things are hidden. Things are waiting, completely ready to attack anything that moves. If you try to fly up and out of here, it will only take a minute for your body to drop back down here, lifeless and bloody.” She pointed another clawed finger at the walls. “We’ve tried digging and smashing and destroying this place. The walls, the pillars, the floor- all unending. It would take decades to dig through it all. There is no way in, and no way out. It’s a mystery how any of us got here, because every time someone new arrives, we’ve all been suspiciously unconscious.
“And then there is the fact that you loud mouth stated that I don’t want to get out
and I’m abandoning my friends and family
. Say that one more time, imply it in a sentence, even think it and I will know. Because you can’t abandon people who are dead, can you?” Her voice stayed completely statistical and didn’t rise into a shout during the whole thing but that was what made her terrifying. She didn’t need to get angry to scare me, and yet her anger showed in those deep, unusual blue eyes of hers. The fury and hurt and torture she had gone through her whole life showed in those eyes. Her eyes showed her past, and yet she couldn't see. She was blind, but her eyes were necessary to show everyone around her the pain she felt in her life, and the anger she had locked inside her.
Angel chose this moment to but in, and it was then that I saw her true self. She was so young, so innocent and yet she had seen things that no young pokémon should ever see. She reached out and placed a paw on Knife’s shoulder, her tiny wings fluttering ever so slightly to keep her aloft. It was just that small gesture that made Knife retracted her claws, and the Gardevoir stepped away. She sighed, and I swore that I could see tears in the corners of her eyes.
“Azul,” Angel whispered to me, “please... Get some rest and we’ll see what we can do, okay?”
She looked upset and suddenly the guilt overcame me. I nodded- but not before hesitating- and flew over to a pillar, sinking down so my back rested against it. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. This would be a long journey, I realised. Nothing would come easily and there was a high probability that I would be dead soon. Those were my last thoughts before I gave in to my slumber.
:P That was so... I dunno what to call it but I know it wasn't as action-pact as other chapters I've got planned. So you'll have to bear with me. I'm leadin up to something at the moment, and I hope I can write it out as well as I can imagine it in my head. *Sighs* Okay, the next chapter will be even better. I promise. And thanks everyone for the feedback. And yeah, just to let you know, Azul is