Post by Skie Loon on Oct 2, 2008 16:26:10 GMT -5
((I just had to write something out with Dark Side Skie xD She was bothering me real bad to write something with her in it. So I did xD Lawl. Her eyou go xD Tell me what you think.))
The fight was not going well.
In fact, someone would probably call the fight extremely one sided. And in the current situation, that was not a good thing. This was not a friendly battle. It wasn’t a little match between two friends goofing off. The guy was insane.
Skie couldn’t even get near her Charizard as he lay on his side in the dirt, his breathing much too labored for him to be considered ‘all right’. And every time she tried reaching him her opponent’s Scyther would swoop down and slice at her, and whether or not he actually meant to kill her was unknown.
This wouldn’t have been a problem usually. She had three other strong Pokemon, and in this situation, she wouldn’t mind cheating and going against the one-on-one rule. This was one of the trainers wandering around Remoor that had soured. Evil, corrupt, bloodthirsty, and just plain psychotic, his only thoughts were of victory, no matter what it took. Because victory made you better.
But she had sent her Pokemon off on an errand, only keeping her Charizard, Brute, with her for just this reason. You never knew who was wandering around in the warzone deep in Remoor.
“Leave ‘im alone,” she said, trying to keep her frantic, furious voice calm. “You won. Okay? You won a long time ago.”
The trainer didn’t respond. He was completely entranced on breaking her Charizard down into itty bitty bits. The maroon blood dotting the battlefield was further proof of that. He was going to kill her Charizard.
Oh God, he was going to kill him. He was going to kill her Brute. Just like that, one more slice if the Scyther wanted to end it quickly. Just one more cut in the right place and her friend would be gone. Red ribbons everywhere. Everywhere and in red, her mind frizzed, feeling as if it was coated in something heavy and electrified.
Oh God-
Hush now. The voice was calm and smooth and soothing in the back of her mind, and despite the situation, Skie felt her eyelids droop as an unexpected wave of exhaustion washed over her. I will take care of the troubles that haunt you so. And Skie’s vision turned black, and her world went numb.
The opposing trainer only saw the girl stumble back a few steps before catching herself.
Skie straightened, and her horrified expression was replaced with something better seen on someone watching a very, very boring movie. Her lidded, dull gray eyes locked on his, and for an instant, he felt afraid.
“Brute.” Skie said his name slowly, dragging out each syllable. “Get up.”
The Charizard heaved and opened his blurred eyes, panting heavily through his open jaws. That was her voice. That was the other Skie. The side of her he never questioned in battle. He couldn’t question her during battle. And somehow, the dragon-like Pokemon pushed itself up, and he glared, hunched over, at the Scyther standing cockily in front of him. He must have looked like the easiest target they’d ever seen.
She would prove them wrong.
“Kill it.” Skie said simply, her tone flat and careless, as if she were telling him to clean his room and not take the life of another Pokemon.
A growl, primeval and dangerous, rumbled through the Charizard’s body, and he rushed the Scyther.
The bug Pokemon did not expect such speed from an opponent so injured as this. In an instant his enemy had grabbed hold of one of his bladed arms. Panicked, the Scyther tried to push the Charizard back by cutting a deep slice into Brute’s arm, hoping its grip would loosen enough for him to escape.
But the Charizard did not flinch.
“Kill it.” Skie repeated, her voice lower and more serious. “Kill it.”
The Scyther shrieked in terror as the Charizard sunk its teeth into the place where his neck met his body, overlapping one entire shoulder with his jaws completely. The Scyther cut and sliced repeatedly, but the dragon did not move.
And then Brute pulled.
With a mighty tug, Brute tore the arm it gripped from the Scyther’s body, splattering the ground with thick, green and red ichors. And with another fatal bite, and a stomach-lurching crunch as those jaws closed, the Pokemon’s life ceased.
Brute snorted and dropped the carcass, backing up slowly until he stood beside his commander, head lowered, eyes locked on his defeated opponent’s trainer. He would kill him too, if ordered to do so. He would do so without hesitation.
But the trainer only screamed, high and terror-struck, staring wide-eyed at his fallen Pokemon before he looked accusingly at the young girl.
“Do not,” she said before the man could speak, her voice still low and strangely unenthused, “think of turning this back on me. Remember, it was you who sought to slaughter my own Pokemon first.” She was silent for a moment. “Consider yourself…lucky that I do not have my Charizard eat you alive.” Her voice was everything but joking, and Brute grinned maliciously at her side, teeth glinting. He wouldn’t hesitate should she give the signal.
“Now get out of my sight before you aren’t the only one in this clearing who’s in pieces.”
The trainer did not wait another second. He was gone, dashing madly into the thick forest.
The girl watched the spot where her newest defeated opponent had vanished. After several minutes of silence, it was Brute who spoke up.
“He’s gone. Bring her back, now,” he growled, looking down at the girl.
“Hm.” Skie didn’t look up at the Charizard, but held an arm in front of her, observing a tiny red line she’d received from the Scyther’s moves that had kept her away from Brute earlier. Her tongue flicked out and the blood was gone. She dropped her arm and looked about the clearing, her flat gray eyes taking in the carnage. “All of this red will upset her.” There was a pause, as if she were waiting for the dragon to reply.
When none came she only said, “I am done. You are safe.” She did not look at Brute, but lowered her head, and closed her eyes.
A moment later she went limp, falling backwards, but the Charizard caught her, hoisting her up in his arms. All the bloodlust that had been swimming behind the previously crazed Pokemon’s eyes was gone. The fight was over; his adrenaline was gone, and his mind was focused. Concern, now, was obviously evident in his blue eyes as he looked down at his trainer as he carried her away from that clearing. This was the Skie he needed to look out for. This was the girl that needed to be taken care of. She was fragile, whether she liked to admit it or not, and he would not let her break any further than she already had.
The fight was not going well.
In fact, someone would probably call the fight extremely one sided. And in the current situation, that was not a good thing. This was not a friendly battle. It wasn’t a little match between two friends goofing off. The guy was insane.
Skie couldn’t even get near her Charizard as he lay on his side in the dirt, his breathing much too labored for him to be considered ‘all right’. And every time she tried reaching him her opponent’s Scyther would swoop down and slice at her, and whether or not he actually meant to kill her was unknown.
This wouldn’t have been a problem usually. She had three other strong Pokemon, and in this situation, she wouldn’t mind cheating and going against the one-on-one rule. This was one of the trainers wandering around Remoor that had soured. Evil, corrupt, bloodthirsty, and just plain psychotic, his only thoughts were of victory, no matter what it took. Because victory made you better.
But she had sent her Pokemon off on an errand, only keeping her Charizard, Brute, with her for just this reason. You never knew who was wandering around in the warzone deep in Remoor.
“Leave ‘im alone,” she said, trying to keep her frantic, furious voice calm. “You won. Okay? You won a long time ago.”
The trainer didn’t respond. He was completely entranced on breaking her Charizard down into itty bitty bits. The maroon blood dotting the battlefield was further proof of that. He was going to kill her Charizard.
Oh God, he was going to kill him. He was going to kill her Brute. Just like that, one more slice if the Scyther wanted to end it quickly. Just one more cut in the right place and her friend would be gone. Red ribbons everywhere. Everywhere and in red, her mind frizzed, feeling as if it was coated in something heavy and electrified.
Oh God-
Hush now. The voice was calm and smooth and soothing in the back of her mind, and despite the situation, Skie felt her eyelids droop as an unexpected wave of exhaustion washed over her. I will take care of the troubles that haunt you so. And Skie’s vision turned black, and her world went numb.
The opposing trainer only saw the girl stumble back a few steps before catching herself.
Skie straightened, and her horrified expression was replaced with something better seen on someone watching a very, very boring movie. Her lidded, dull gray eyes locked on his, and for an instant, he felt afraid.
“Brute.” Skie said his name slowly, dragging out each syllable. “Get up.”
The Charizard heaved and opened his blurred eyes, panting heavily through his open jaws. That was her voice. That was the other Skie. The side of her he never questioned in battle. He couldn’t question her during battle. And somehow, the dragon-like Pokemon pushed itself up, and he glared, hunched over, at the Scyther standing cockily in front of him. He must have looked like the easiest target they’d ever seen.
She would prove them wrong.
“Kill it.” Skie said simply, her tone flat and careless, as if she were telling him to clean his room and not take the life of another Pokemon.
A growl, primeval and dangerous, rumbled through the Charizard’s body, and he rushed the Scyther.
The bug Pokemon did not expect such speed from an opponent so injured as this. In an instant his enemy had grabbed hold of one of his bladed arms. Panicked, the Scyther tried to push the Charizard back by cutting a deep slice into Brute’s arm, hoping its grip would loosen enough for him to escape.
But the Charizard did not flinch.
“Kill it.” Skie repeated, her voice lower and more serious. “Kill it.”
The Scyther shrieked in terror as the Charizard sunk its teeth into the place where his neck met his body, overlapping one entire shoulder with his jaws completely. The Scyther cut and sliced repeatedly, but the dragon did not move.
And then Brute pulled.
With a mighty tug, Brute tore the arm it gripped from the Scyther’s body, splattering the ground with thick, green and red ichors. And with another fatal bite, and a stomach-lurching crunch as those jaws closed, the Pokemon’s life ceased.
Brute snorted and dropped the carcass, backing up slowly until he stood beside his commander, head lowered, eyes locked on his defeated opponent’s trainer. He would kill him too, if ordered to do so. He would do so without hesitation.
But the trainer only screamed, high and terror-struck, staring wide-eyed at his fallen Pokemon before he looked accusingly at the young girl.
“Do not,” she said before the man could speak, her voice still low and strangely unenthused, “think of turning this back on me. Remember, it was you who sought to slaughter my own Pokemon first.” She was silent for a moment. “Consider yourself…lucky that I do not have my Charizard eat you alive.” Her voice was everything but joking, and Brute grinned maliciously at her side, teeth glinting. He wouldn’t hesitate should she give the signal.
“Now get out of my sight before you aren’t the only one in this clearing who’s in pieces.”
The trainer did not wait another second. He was gone, dashing madly into the thick forest.
The girl watched the spot where her newest defeated opponent had vanished. After several minutes of silence, it was Brute who spoke up.
“He’s gone. Bring her back, now,” he growled, looking down at the girl.
“Hm.” Skie didn’t look up at the Charizard, but held an arm in front of her, observing a tiny red line she’d received from the Scyther’s moves that had kept her away from Brute earlier. Her tongue flicked out and the blood was gone. She dropped her arm and looked about the clearing, her flat gray eyes taking in the carnage. “All of this red will upset her.” There was a pause, as if she were waiting for the dragon to reply.
When none came she only said, “I am done. You are safe.” She did not look at Brute, but lowered her head, and closed her eyes.
A moment later she went limp, falling backwards, but the Charizard caught her, hoisting her up in his arms. All the bloodlust that had been swimming behind the previously crazed Pokemon’s eyes was gone. The fight was over; his adrenaline was gone, and his mind was focused. Concern, now, was obviously evident in his blue eyes as he looked down at his trainer as he carried her away from that clearing. This was the Skie he needed to look out for. This was the girl that needed to be taken care of. She was fragile, whether she liked to admit it or not, and he would not let her break any further than she already had.
