Posts tagged Hollow Demon
Posts tagged Hollow Demon
Silver had had enough. The gloves were coming off. His fists were roughly clenched, eyes glaring at the purple barrier covering the city. He looked at N, who gave nothing but a worried expression. “Tear this thing down.”
The sun brightened lightly in the town of New Bark. The lake was a clear blue. The sky was a clear white. Pidgeys chirped and cooed in the vast blanket of magnificence. Sentrets and Rattatas scurried around the fields of Route 29.
But compared to any other normal days, today was a very special day for a very special couple.
Stars decorated the black vast sky, welcoming night as its majestic sight. Many were asleep in their houses and nests and holes and caves. Some were awake and on the prowl, wings flapping and legs dashing through the many woods and cities.
The city of Goldenrod shined brightly, boastfully declaring their title as the most beautiful city in Johto. Their building twinkled like the stars above. Many lights coloured the wide area, shades both dim and bright. A tall apartment stood proudly in the middle of the city. And on top of it all, a fabulous yet quaint penthouse became the building’s pride.
Lights flickered open as Kotone entered her room. A knapsack was carried over her left shoulder, careful not to drop the contents in it. Her lips remained quiet since they left the hospital. Her eyes were drooping red as well, preferably from all the sleepless nights she went through. Slowly she dropped the sack near her closet, eyes blankly staring without a sound.
Silver followed suit, silver eyes calmly staring at her. Finally after being held in the hospital for six days since his relief from the coma, Silver was allowed to return home. That news alone should bring a sense of joy and serenity.
But ever since their brief yet passionate reunion, Kotone became tight-lipped like a mute child. And unfortunately, worry dominated what was supposed to be the happiest moment of his life.
He fell.
He was falling in the white void of space. His body felt light. His mind felt free. Faster he fell into the abyss. Breathing seemed impossible. Air was non-existent at such a blank, empty territory. Gravity pulled him harder, letting his light body being dragged down by invisible, constricting tentacles.
Even so, he didn’t mind.
He fell and he fell. And then, quickly forming below him was a hole of bright yellow light. His limp little body plunge into the beaming hole, until finally, he disappeared into extinction.
What… What is going on? Why…do I feel this inexplicable pain in my chest? My heart hurts. It hurts so much… Why… Why am I feeling like something is being ripped off me…?
“Professor, the radar is going haywire on the experiment’s nerve sense!”
Why… Why can’t I breathe? Why do I feel as if my throat has been obliterated by some unknown force? What… Why is thing happening to me…? Make it stop…
“He is reaching a critically unstable position! Reset the power levels and reboot the program quick!”
Voices… I hear voices… They’re all hurting my ears… Emery… Emery where are you? I can… I can feel you slipping away. I can feel you slowly fading from my presence. What is…going on…? Emery help me…! Please don’t a-abandon me…!
“It’s not going down sir!”
“Prepare the electrocution!”
Make it stop. Make this painful agony stop. Please…! Emery…! Please help me…!
“On the count of three!”
Make.
“One.”
It.
“Two.”
Stop.
“Three!”
ZZZAAAAPPP!!!!
Once upon a time, there was a happy family. A man and a woman, ever so loving in the life they built. The man was suave, brimmed with confidence and power. His looks were ever so dashing, able to make the men envious and the women smitten. The man was so dedicated in his studies and work. He never thought about stopping to take a break. He never left his job unfinished. He was respected by many. His ambitions and dreams were awed by all. Love was never in his agenda. All he thought about was work, work, work. A workaholic, one might say. The man chased his dreams to the limit, never pondering a minute about stopping to catch a breath.
That is, until a certain lady caught his eye.
They met during a business convention. She was a former ranger, now working in a local farm belonged to her family. A Sneasel, her childhood friend was happily perched on her shoulder. The woman had deep red hair, crimson as rose. It was pulled to a high ponytail, baring her white neck. Her eyes sparkled a milky chocolate shine. She was joyful and talkative, bringing smiles and laughter every time someone talked to her.
Needless to say his heart was stolen the minute she smiled at him and said, “Hello there. I’m Emery.”
”Oh wow…” N was thrown in awe as he gazed upon the beauty inside Cerulean Cave. The stone walls shined as hidden crystal were engraved in them. Pokémon like Goldeens, Gravelers, and Zubats invaded their habitat, happily minding their own businesses. He turned left, only to see some Geodudes rolling around in dirt, probably playing around. The grown man had changed into an excited child once he stepped inside the hidden cavern. Before he entered, N had slight doubt since Typhlosion told him of the dangers and threats. But once he did saw the beauty in front of him, the greenette actually thought that maybe the volcano Pokémon was just joshing him.
’Ahem.’ A small growling took N’s attention, snapping him from his stunned admiration. He stared forward, seeing Kotone’s Gyarados happily and patiently waiting for him by the water. N gave a bashful chuckle, embarrassed that he would be absorbed in his wonder while there was an important mission at stake. Giving the place one last glance, he walked towards the atrocious Pokémon with a triumphant puff. “Lead the way, milady.”
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The sound resonated through the empty walls. A bed was placed in the middle of the barren room. A patient was seen; unmoving and unconscious. His pale lips and nose were masked by a mask that served him oxygen. His left arm was hooked to an I.V. filled with blue liquid. His red hair was brought backwards, revealing a clean, white bandage that wrapped his forehead. His breathing was even, just as it was a few days back. A heart monitor was hooked to him, steadily counting his beating – living – heartbeats.
So, this is life.
Cruelty.
Bitterness.
Agony.
Death.
It’s funny, really. How a person’s reason to live and be happy can be snatched away in seconds. The first minute, you’re actually smiling; actually thinking that there is no wrong in this world.
The next minute: Your life is destroyed and dead before your very eyes, with your soul hanging in the balance.
You just can’t be happy forever, can’t you?
I can’t be happy forever, can’t I?
His body became ice to see the guns pointing towards him. Her eyes gleamed brighter, even turning into a pair of iris-less orbs. Her snarl grew wider. No, was all the man could ever think of. His feet were glued to the floor, unable to move a single inch. He should move. He should dodge. He should fight back and snap her out of it.
But all that disappeared from his mind.
Because all he could ever think of, all he could ever see now, was Kotone.
Kotone…
Without a word, she released her fire.
White ran and ran. Her legs moved as fast as they could to each room and door. Dry blood carved her skin. And most of all, a ring of black bruises marked both her wrists. The woman winced every now and then, mouth silently cursing to have found nothing. Finally, she barged into another door.
And the first thing – or person – she saw was none other than N.
Silver stood in place as the battle raged on. Dust and rubble covered the room, almost turning the place into a wrecked desert. A loud, piercing sound snapped his attention, making him look up. A Zubat plunged towards Silver, its tiny but sharp fangs ready to bite him.
Silver brought his index and middle finger to his mouth and whistled loudly. Like lightning, Crobat zoomed faster and tugged his trainer upwards. Once airborne, Silver swiftly kicked the wild Pokémon on the head that it crashed to the ground. His bat Pokémon acted as wings for him, letting his silver eyes scan the area for a certain green-haired bastard.
Finally, he spotted him.
Even in the harshest and savage of battles raging on, Proton was seen crossing his arms against his chest and grinning lazily.
And that enraged Silver like a mad Primeape.
Sounds of Pokémon roaring and walls crumbling echoed inside the room. Dust flew everywhere. N brought his arms to his eyes, shielding them. The man looked around. He could see Zoroark tackling a few Koffings. The illusion fox Pokémon crouched on all fours before unleashing another Night Slash. “Zoroark! Be careful!” N shouted at his friend, still worried about his wellbeing. It wasn’t that he doubted the dark-type, but judging by the amount of enemies present, N couldn’t push away the concern even if he wanted to.
The place had turned into a battlefield. The man coughed lightly, exhaling the faint dust that sipped into his nostrils and mouth. N took a few steps backwards, hands closed to his stomach.
”And just where do you think you’re going?”
N stood up slowly, eyes carefully focusing on the man. The executive was casually smoking, as if comfortable with the already thick fog that was oozing in the room. “You know,” N coughed lightly, “smoking is bad for your health.”
Petrel looked at him like he had just spoken in a native language. He chuckled dryly, faint smoke wheezing from his mouth. “Kid, I’ve been smoking since I was 10. I’m healthy as a Rapidash. Besides,” Petrel hopped off his Weezing and threw the cigarette away, “it’s you who should be worried about living right now.” The man gave a lazy smirk, hand lighting up another cigarette.
”Haa, this is life!” Kotone said as she twirled on the big black chair. Arms raised in the air, she leaned backwards and stretched happily. The Silph president’s room was grand; it wasn’t a lie. It was the biggest and widest room in the building that it can fit a Mamoswine. The tiles were gold and white. The two huge doors – right after being put back where they were – were made from the finest and thickest mahogany. On the left side were shelves, filled with books and trophies. It almost touched the ceiling and covered one side of the room. On the right side, however, was completely made out of transparent glass, acting as windows for the office. It gave off a magnificent view of the city. Long blinds dangled from each end of the glass, which one can use to cover the clear wall for privacy.
An elegant chandelier was seen in the middle of the ceiling; its lighting so bright, it could light up the whole top floor. And as if the room wasn’t grand enough, there were four statues of the Silph president. It was placed at each corner of the room; each standing on a pedestal. One was in a stance of The Thinker. One was happily hugging a Pikachu. One was standing still with its right hand placed on its chest. And lastly, positioning next to the right side of the desk was the president holding a sword and a shield, preferably resembling honour and dignity.
