Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon or the characters, except James. He's mine! (He's based on some one I know...)
Promises are Kept, Life is Lost
"I'M SO BLOODY FREEZING!" screamed a woman's voice, piercing the silent midnight atmosphere, halting passer by's as they swept across the sidewalks.
A red haired woman hugged her knees to her chest as she cried, her tears mixing with the rain, and her head bent over, her soaking hair falling across her face, masking her from the outside world. A limp shoulder bag hung over her hands, the contents spilling out onto the grass, the rain hitting the objects and rolling off, spilling into the mud beneath the grass. The bench the woman sat on was an iron railed wooden plank, the arms curved delicately over the edge, majestic lions roaring out over the edge of the iron. Lifting her head from her knees, the woman looked up to the sky, ignoring the rain that fell into her eyes, disguising the tears that leaked from her cerulean blue eyes. Closing the long, smudged mascara painted eyelashes over her eyes, she breathed out slowly, sighing heavily, her arms now grabbing her sides, trying to keep the warmth around her.
"Excuse me miss, may I help you?" came a calm yet worried voice from beside her.
Opening her eyes, the woman looked at the stranger, a gleam of hope suddenly springing to her face for the first time in a month. The stranger stood over her, a concerned expression on his handsome face, his hands in his pockets and a black jacket slung over his shoulder. He looked at her carefully, holding out a hand for her to take. Shaking, the woman accepted it and was lifted to her feet, her bag falling from her grip and splashing into a muddy puddle that lay beneath the gravel. He bent down upon releasing his grasp on her faint hands, and picked up the discarded belongings of the woman, stowing them away in her bag, before standing back up and returning it to her shoulder.
"Are you ok miss?" he asked quietly.
"A bit, thanks…" whispered the woman, trailing off as he handed her his coat.
"Here, warm yourself up. You must be freezing." He said, smiling as she wrapped the coat around her shoulders gratefully. "What's your name?"
The woman stopped walking, repeating his word over and over in her mind…
"I don't have a name anymore…" she answered softly, gulping back forbidden tears.
The man was taken back at her response; her face looked sad and empty, staring up into the sky, noticeable tears falling down her face.
"Well, what do people usually call you?"
"Bitch…Runt…God Damned Idiot…things like that…" she replied louder, reverting to her slow paced walking.
She held her head up high and stopped crying, closed her eyes and breathed in slowly.
"But one word…just one…was special to me…one that I was called ages ago…it was by a boy…it was one of the last things he's said to me…he called me…Misty…but no one's called me that since…"
"Misty? That's a really nice name." He smiled.
"Yeah…anyway, what's your name?" asked Misty.
"James. My life is boring really, compared to yours." He said jokily, but Misty didn't see the joke. Noticing this, James continued. "So, why were you sitting there? In the cold."
"I have no house, no family, and my…" she broke off… "My…my…fiancé…friend…is in jail…"
"Why?" commented James with interest as they rounded a corner.
"He was under suspicion of murder, and was taken away at our wedding…" whispered Misty sadly. "And I can't even remember his name anymore…"
"That's terrible…" sighed James comfortably. "Sorry, but this is my office. I'm sorry I can't be of any more use, but I hope you and your fiancé get together soon."
James gestured up at the tall glass building that loomed before them.
"Oh, ok. Bye James, it was very nice to meet you." Smiled Misty, as she began to take his coat off from around her shoulders, but he stopped her.
"Keep it, you'll need it. Go to the police station; see if he's there. Bye Misty." And with that, he disappeared through huge glass doors and was out of sight.
Waving slightly, Misty turned to stare up at the grey clouds that loomed above her, spilling the water that fell down.
"To the police station."