~Cooking Time~
The floor-boards creaked ever so slightly at each step Emily took toward her older sister's bedroom. She has no shoes on her tiny little delicate feet, only socks. She was smart enough, even though only seven of age, to know from past experiences that shoes and floors do not mix well when trying to sneak across.
Emily was only a small, petite little girl trying to have fun with her older sister. She always admired Chelsea. Chelsea was perfect to her in every way. She was so pretty, so nice, so calm and caring for her Pokemon, was a great cook, a great artist, incredibly smart...
But, Chelsea didn't think of herself that way. She immensely despises her younger sibling, even since the day she was born.
Chelsea still remembers that day, the day when Emily was born. It was the worst day of her ten-year-old life. After that day, all her parents cared about was Pokemon, news, bills, and Emily. In her head, she knew that everything was about Emily, no 'buts' about it. If Emily did something bad, Chelsea was blamed. If Emily hurt one of their mother's prized Pokemon, Chelsea was to blame. If Chelsea accomplished something, her parents wouldn't care. If she merely took out the trash, all her parents would say was a blunt 'thank you', nothing more. Of course, Emily always got praised. And the fact that she was always so 'cute' made everything worse.
Emily's little pigtails bobbed up and down as she made her way across the hallway, all the way down, and to the white door of Chelsea's room. She could hear the TV in Chelsea's room on. The audio was muffled, and Emily could only make a few words out. But Emily could also hear her older sister laughing joyfully; she was playing with her Pokemon, of course!
Lucky for Emily, the door was cracked open just a tad. She peaked through, and saw such a cute scene.
Chelsea was on her bed, in her pink Pj's, holding and tickling her Delcatty. The TV was on the Poke Shoppe channel, with an adorable little bracelet on display. The dresser was crowded with makeup and lipstick and all accessories imaginable. Shiny and flashy shirts were scattered about on the floor, along with some ripped jeans.
Emily had been leaning on the door too much, trying to examine everything further. Suddenly, the door gave, and slammed open with a loud thud. Emily shrieked and fell face first on the floor. She wasn't hurt, wasn't crying, but was afraid. She knew she was in trouble now.
Chelsea's Delcatty reacted quickly, and jumped off the bed and growled at Emily, who was covering her face. Chelsea's happy face turned red with anger in a split second. She walked over to Emily, leaning over her with a death stare.
"What are you doing in here?" Chelsea said, trying to scare Emily.
Emily stuttered. "A-Ane!" She tried to pipe joyfully. "I-I just..."
Chelsea glared harder. "You just what?" The Delcatty beside her took a step closer to Emily.
Emily gulped, and sat up. "I..I just wanted to know if you wanted to play o-or talk a bit!"
Chelsea sighed, and looked down at Emily. "At this time of the evening? Psh, in your little dreams!"
Emily frowned. "B-But-"
She was interrupted by a rough kick in the stomach by her sister. "No 'buts'! Just get out and leave!" Chelsea said angrily, almost yelling.
Emily gripped her stomach in pain. She nodded. "S-See you tomorrow, Ane...," Emily said, before running off into the darkness of the hallway.
Chelsea groaned, and went back and collapsed on her bed. "Tina, why doesn't she just leave me alone?" She complained to her Delcatty. "I mean, really! That's all she does. 'Perfect' little brat...Drives me freaking insane..."
Tina, the Delcatty, purred and nudged Chelsea's stomach. "Del Del..."
Chelsea smiled slightly, and petted the Pokemon's head. "Don't worry, Tina, I'm okay...One day I'll get revenge on her though..."
The Delcatty smiled. "Del Del!~"
Chelsea laughed. "It'll be so funny! Maybe an exploding cake...or, or, maybe like...hide her stuff or something."
Tina nodded and purred.
Chelsea sighed. "If only I could get away with it, though..."
It was morning, and the smell of a nice breakfast drifted through the air.
Chelsea could hear her little sibling run down the stairs quickly, her tiny little feet making big 'thumbs' on the hard, wooden floor below. The girl's Pokemon followed quickly after their owner, making big or small sounds of their own.
Emily giggled, jumping up to a seat under the big, marble table. Her Lickitung and Skitty chirped happily at her, knowing it was time to eat.
Chelsea frowned, and kept her head turned away; she rather concentrate on her cooking than her sister for now. She was the one who was cooking breakfast this time, not her mother; Though, it was somewhat strange. Their mother hasn't been too social lately as she usually has been. Normally, she'd be talking her mouth off to the two girls; Yet, she's been a bit too quiet.
Chelsea glances over at the living room as she messed with the eggs in the pan slightly. Her mother was just sitting there, reading a book, as if nothing else was going on in the world. The teenager shrugged, and continued on with what she was doing before; cooking.
Emily giggled. "Heh, Ane, Ane! Is it done yet?" Emily whined cutely, her eyes bugging out.
Chelsea glared at the wall, avoiding Emily's eyes. "..Almost, sis...," She said between clenched teeth.
"Aw! Hurry, hurry, Ane! Lu and Tinkles are getting hungry," Emily cooed, looking down at her adorable little Pokemon.
Chelsea grumbled at her sister's reply. Could she not just wait? Just for a few minutes? The teenager shook her head slightly, and continued to concentrate on her task. It was almost done...
Suddenly, Emily diverted her attention to the little Pokemon below her. Her expression had 'puzzled' written all over it. "Huh? Lu, what is the matter?"
Chelsea turned her head slightly to glance; Though, she jumped in shock just as she saw her little sister's Lickitung was right beside her, looking hungry, ravenous, a bit angry, but also avaricious.
The whole room went silent. Their mother carried on with her reading, and didn't seem to mind anything around her. Emily's face grew a bit pale, and she sat in her chair, emotionless.
The chubby Pokemon's eyes flashed red for a quick, motionless second; Only Chelsea could see that, though. Her reaction was not amused. She set down her utensils, turned off the stove briskly, and faced the Lickiting.
Chelsea crossed her arms, and stared icily at the threatening creature below her. "You are not getting all nor any of the food until it's done, you got that?" She said, her tone bitter.
Lu grunted lazily, his eyes not only fixed on Chelsea, but the food as well. "Licki Licki!"
Chelsea's eyes darted to Emily quicker than lighting. "Emily!" She growled infuriatingly, "Control your damn Pokemon..."
The petite little girl in the chair shook her head rather nervously. "I-I can't do anything about it, Ane...When Lu's hungry, he needs to eat, or else he gets cranky."
Chelsea rolled her eyes irritatingly. "Ugh, I already knew that, Emily. I mean, get him out of my face so I can actually cook the rest of the meal."
"But-" Emily began, but was interrupted by her Pokemon. Lu growled angrily, and stomped on the ground a few times; which of course got their mother's attention. She didn't do anything about it, really, she just turned her head and watched.
Chelsea moved her hands to her hips, leaned over a bit, and stood her ground. She wasn't going to let some, little Pokemon have it's way. It could just be patient, and wait! "Just go on back to your Emily, and wait. Okay? It's almost done." Her tone this time was calm, but still a hint of anger stuck out.
The Lickiting couldn't possibly take it anymore. He was so hungry, so starved, so famished! Lu gave a loud screech, and jumped up, launching himself at Chelsea. If he could not directly get it, then he'd do anything to take down the obstacles in his path to get what he rightfully deserved.
Chelsea gasped, and screamed at the top of her lungs before she fell backwards and onto the ground, being almost suffocated by the large, obese Lickitung.
Emily nearly flew out of her chair in panic, followed by Tinkles. Their mother yelled, dropped her novel, and ran over to the fight.
Adrenaline rushed through every part of Chelsea's body. Her ears and eyes became aware of everything around her, she was not tired, she could feel and see everything so sharply, it was truly amazing. But she had no time to think, just do.
Lu pounced and threw his tiny little fists at Chelsea, completely outraged. "Lick Licki Licki Licki!" It screeched ferociously, almost piercing the ears of all the humans in the room to where they wouldn't be able to hear for a few seconds.
The sister's mother grabbed the stubby little shoulders and tried to pry off the vicious Pokemon from her daughter. Emily was helping too, by calling her Pokemon's name over and over again, almost beggingly. Eventually, after a very rough fight between all, the Lickitung grew tired, and decided to give up. By then, Chelsea's face was reddened, almost blue, from the weight of such a heavy Pokemon on her. As Lu rolled off of her, Chelsea immediately gasped for air. That was horrible; Being mercilessly attacked by a Pokemon, just for food!
Emily hugged her Pokemon, trying to calm Lu down. Chelsea scampered up in a heartbeat, breathing heavily, and leering furiously at the Lickitung. She couldn't do anything right now. She couldn't hurt it, give it what it deserved...
Chelsea's mother hugged her, then patted her shoulder. "It'll be alright, Chelsea...It's a Pokemon's habit to do something like that."
Though, Chelsea couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mother was defending the Pokemon and Emily! She was on the wrong side. But, Chelsea sighed, faked a smile, and nodded. "I'm okay, Mom, just give that s-..Pokemon something to eat."
The noon sun rose high in the sky. Rays of sunlight shined over the land and its people, giving warmth to such creations. The clouds were puffy and snow white, floating about in the endless sea of turquoise blue. The brilliant, bright, green trees flowed softly in the light breeze. Little leaves fell off every so often, and the scene seemed to be in slow motion.
Tina stood proudly beside her master, who was in a wonderful sun dress that matched her hair. Chelsea stretched, and began walking. "Finally, I want to be out of that house and away from that stupid Lickitung...My god, has it ever heard of 'manners'?" The girl grumbled to her Delcatty, whom listened intently.
Chelsea looked up at the sky, the clouds, which blocked most of the sun. She continued to walk, though, not really paying attention to where she was going. "Ugh, I wish Emily would just disappear...Or at least, stop being annoying as hell...," Chelsea continued to complain about her younger sibling, walking more and more quickly with each step. The Delcatty below her nodded and made little 'I know how you feel' or 'Go on' noises.
But then suddenly, Chelsea stopped. They were on a side walk, by a few houses she was quite familiar with; But she saw a few ladies her mother disliked. Chelsea looked around, and moved to the left; She could hear the women, but they could not see or hear her. The teenager snickered evilly, looking at her little Delcatty. "Heh heh, Tina~ Shall we eavesdrop on these adults?" She snickered, looking quite giddy. Tina nodded in agreement, a small smile on her face.
Chelsea positioned herself, leaning just ever so slightly. "..."
There were three women; One, which was adorned in pink and fancy wear, while the other two were in blue and white, most likely twins.
The pink woman snorted. "Huff! Ghosts? Spirits? Curses? I don't believe this filth!" Her eyes squinted angrily at the sign in front of her; It was a bus sign. Apparently they were awaiting the noon bus.
One of the twins nodded, and giggled. "Yeah! It's all because of this 'hidden murder' a year ago." Her twin nodded, and they continued to laugh.
The third woman hit the twins lightly with her purse. "Oh, hush! It was all over the news!" The woman rolled her eyes, and grumbled.
Chelsea blinked, tensing up. Her muscles tightened, a cold sweat overcame her body. The pupils in her delicate eyes slowly shrank as her they widened. Her skin felt itchy and uncomfortable, as if someone was lightly brushing a lot of pins and needles against her. Her knees began to buckle. Why was she feeling so scared and nervous all of the sudden?
The women continued on with their ghastly conversation.
"Oh, but pft! That was a year ago! Wasn't it just some accident?" Said one of the twins.
The other twin shook her head. "No, I heard the girl did it on purpose!"
"Oh?" The pink lady argued. "Pft, I just thought some psychopath killed the poor people."
"Oh, but-"
Those two words were quite unneeded, since the bus was being heard traveling down the desolate, lonely streets. The woman sighed and smiled, being relieved that their ride was finally here.
Tina looked up at her trainer. She was panicking! But why? The Pokemon gave her trainer a friendly but worried look, and brushed against her leg. Chelsea blinked, and looked down at her Delcatty. She felt calmer, more happier, as if she was some medicine that magically cured her terror.
Chelsea let out a sigh, and blinked her eyes, smiling dreamily. "Come on, Tina, let's go..."
Tina nodded, and began to prance in front of Chelsea, leading her back home.
Not for long.
The bus that picked up the three woman made a sharp, right turn, heading straight for Chelsea and Tina. Chelsea shrieked, just as she noticed her beloved Pokemon had already began to cross the street. How the hell was this happening? The bus was going the other way just a minute ago!
Tina screamed as the bus refused to stop. The front of the bus furiously hit the frail Delcatty, ending her little life.
Chelsea sat in her soft, comfortable bed. All alone. The TV was off, the lights were off; heck, the only light in the room was coming from the open window, which had clear moonlight coming through it. Everything was so quiet, unmoving. After she saw Tina get hit, both her Pokemon and the bus vanished! How is that even possible? The only excuse she could tell her mother was that Tina was ran over, and she ran away, leaving someone else with the responsibility to clean the mess up. No matter how heartless it was, that's all she had for now.
But, something was nagging her. It kept on nagging her mind, her conscience, and ever her heart. It said to her to take revenge on Emily's Pokemon; She didn't deserve them, after all.
The stressed teenager nodded. She rather do it now, then never. She rather do it now, and let Emily go through the same pain she's been in, and perhaps even worse. And even more, it'll be fun!
Chelsea got up, and brushed off any dust from her pink PJ's. She stretched, cracked her knuckles, and slowly opened her door; Thank the gods it didn't creak.
She made sure everyone was asleep; It was a weekday, and it was almost midnight. She couldn't hear any TV's on, or any giggles or laughed coming from her sister's room. That was a good start, especially when she made her way downstairs; Her mother wasn't there, reading her book. She was most likely in her room, fast asleep.
Chelsea grinned, rubbing her hands. "Heh~ First off, the Lickitung..."
The girl looked around the kitchen. Everything was put back into their little drawers. The cloths were stacked, and the bowl of apples was untouched.
Chelsea made her way carefully over to the drawer where all the utensils were. Her fingers opened the drawer, and softly touched the sharp objects. "Mmm~ I'll need a Butcher Knife...This sharp knife will do, too...Hm...I could just prepare everything in here, but I'll need to block my mother's room..."
And so, Chelsea's plan went on. She has carefully stacked a pile of chairs and other objects in front of her mother's door, in a way so she could not get out, unless she climbed out the window. Lucky for her, Chelsea's mother's room was on the first floor. Though, Chelsea was still surprised her mother did not hear her.
Chelsea has already set up the things she needed to have in the kitchen in a perfect order. Now, all there was left to do was to make the perfect meal!
The angst teenager snickered, and walked up the creaky stairs carefully, not even making the slightest sound. She top-toed her way over to her sister's room, and opened the door; Her luck. That door did not creak either.
Emily was fast asleep, her body sprawled out upon the messy bed. Drool hung out of her mouth and fell on the pillow her little head law on, drenching a spot in wet saliva.
There were two Poke-Balls on Emily's big, yellow dresser. Though, Tinkles and Lu were on the floor, sleeping as well. Chelsea had to do this quickly.
Chelsea grabbed the Poke-Balls as fast as she could, and clicked the button in front, thus returning the Pokemon. That made little noise; Chelsea was getting too lucky tonight. The teenager snickered before leaving her sister's room.
This is perfect! Chelsea thought ecstatically. I'll torture that little brat as much as I can! Ha ha ha!
Full of hatred and madness, Chelsea rushed down the stairs and into the cold kitchen. She set down the Poke-Balls on the table carefully as she grabbed a sharp, large knife; mostly used for cutting thick meats.
Chelsea released one of the Pokemon as she held the weapon tightly. The Lickitung came out, still sleeping, only half aware of what was going on or what was about to happen.
Chelsea bent down and sat on the Lickitung, raising the knife above her head. "Good night, Lu!" She laughed softly, letting her hands guide the knife quickly down upon the Pokemon, piercing it straight through it's chubby heart.
Chelsea glared and grabbed the Lickitung's head as it made a short second scream. The bloody knife then went into the throat of the Pokemon, causing it to choke and only make noises of dreadful pain. Chelsea even tried to wrap her tiny hand around the short length that was called the 'neck' of the Lickitung. Eventually, the creature gave in, and let its last breath be breathed.
The killer smiled delightfully, and lugged the dead Pokemon onto the table. It was a hard task, but well worth it.
Chelsea went over to her selection of knives, and grabbed the most suitable one for what she was about to do; the Butcher's Knife.
Chelsea propped the Pokemon into a position to where is lay on its fat stomach, its huge tongue laying out on the table. Chelsea yawned, and raised the knife, only to let it fall like the last one. This time, the knife struck the base of the tongue, giving Chelsea now a fine, long Lickitung's Tongue. Thankfully, it wasn't too long; about five to seven feet. Chelsea shrugged at the size, and rolled up the tongue, it now looking like a Cinnamon Bun. She had prepared this 'Cinnamon Tongue' in her mind so quickly; Use the same steps as you would with a Cinnamon Bun, just substitute the 'Bun' part with 'Tongue'.
Chelsea didn't care if there was blood gushing out of the Lickitung slowly. She ignored that too, and prepared the sweetness on top and around the tongue, and then, put it in the oven, on a pan. She then pressed a few buttons, and the oven began to heat. Everything was going by so quickly, it was amazing how much time she had left.
The 'cook' went back to the meat, or in this case, the Pokemon sitting on the table. She propped the floppy Pokemon upright this time, so she could cut the tail. Her choice of weapon was the same as last time. But, this part was harder to cut off; There were many muscles and bone in the way, but eventually, she managed to cut the big tail off.
This organ was going to be treated as a 'Meatloaf.' Chelsea began to cut 'sections' of tail off, even if they were a tad uneven, and then put them into a long pan. She sprinkled a few ingredients onto the tail that she had saved from a former friend. There was a lovely smelling garlic, salt from a distant city, and post importantly, a few drops a venom from a Seviper. Of course, she added the normal 'Meatloaf' ingredients to the dish as well.
As the tongue was cooking, Chelsea had grabbed a big trash bag and had put the rest of the undesirable Lickitung's body in it, and then, discarded it by dragging it out to the burn pile in their back yard. That was an easy task, and it made the time went by as the tongue, strangely, cooked faster than a regular Cinnamon Bun.
Chelsea quickly set the tongue on a decorated plate, and left it there for a quick moment as she set the pan carefully in the large sink, not bothering to rinse it out. The teenager then set the oven on a specific heat degree, and let the tail parts sit in there as she prepared the rest of the tongue.
A white, creamy, sugary substance was spread on the tongue, giving it the sweet taste a Cinnamon Bun would have. Chelsea then went over to her sister's 'Cookie Jar', to see if there were any leftovers from three days ago; and indeed, there was. Emily must have been saving them. Chelsea spread the cookies equally about the place, adorning the meal to look even more delectable. After that, she got a spoon and lightly dabbed a coat of sugar over the tongue and cookies, adding even more sweetness to it all. After Chelsea was done with that step, she finally got out a glass and slowly filled it with cold, silky milk.
Chelsea set aside that part of the meal as the oven beeped, letting her know the tail was done. When she opened the oven, all she could see was a brown, crisp, disguised tail, proposing as a Meatloaf. It was perfect, even the texture was spot on.
Chelsea did not have to do much but put the meat on a plate covered with lettuce and other sparkling veggies. She lightly grabbed a fork and small cutting knife, and set it in a perfect position on the plate by the meat, making it look picture worthy.
Chelsea gave out a nice sigh, and clapped her hands together. Everything smelled so exotic, and she did it, all by herself! Even if, though, it was in a state of insanity.
The teenager decided it was time to clean up. She washed and returned all the knives to their drawers, but left the pans in the sink. She mopped and wiped up all the remaining spots of blood, making sure not a trace was left.
Last but not certainly least, Chelsea began to climb back up the stairs to awaken her sister. She had everything planned out so greatly, so perfectly, nothing could go wrong!
Chelsea peaked her head through Emily's door, as if she wasn't in there earlier. "Oh, Emily~" Chelsea cooed at her sister softly, trying to wake her up.
Emily groaned, and shifted in her bed. "Ane..A-Ane..," She yawned, "W-What is it? What's...that smell?"
Chelsea smiled, opening to door wider. "I got a little late night snack for you, Emily. Well, especially since we really didn't get to eat a good breakfast this morning."
Emily smiled dreamily, and rubbed her eyes cutely. She stretched, yawned, and crawled out of her bed. "Ane, Ane...Can I eat it now? I mean, I don't want it to get cold."
Chelsea nodded quickly. "Oh, yeah! You can. Just be very quiet, though, 'cause mommy is sleeping," Chelsea said, filling Emily's mind with useless thoughts.
Emily got out of bed quickly, not bothering to get dressed, and followed Chelsea as if she was her own mother. The two walked downstairs, and into the kitchen where the 'snack' was.
Chelsea motioned for Emily to sit up at the table. "Just sit down, and I'll give you what's first~" She said gently, watching her little sister nod and do what she was told.
Chelsea moved over to the other side of the table, and withdrew Tinkles from her Poke-Ball. Emily blinked, looking at her sister with a confused expression, but did not say a word. The sister then held Tinkles by the neck, which made the little Pokemon shriek.
Emily gasped, with sudden tears in her eyes. "A-Ane!" She whispered harshly. "W-What are you doing to Tinkles?"
Chelsea smirked, laughing softly, feeling powerful. "Oh shush up, Emily. One wrong move, and I'll bring out a knife, which will end...Tinkles'...life," Chelsea said threateningly.
Emily bit her lip, feeling uncomfortable in her chair. "...W-What do you want me to do?" She asked her older sister.
Chelsea looked at the food. "I killed Lu, for what he had done to me; besides, you don't really deserve Pokemon. I made him into food, for you to eat.~" Chelsea chuckled. "First, with the tongue; Or, the Cinnamon Bun, and then, with his tail, the meatloaf."
Emily shook her head in disbelief. "A-Ane...W-Why would you do something-" The little girl was shortly interrupted by a pound on the table.
Chelsea was glaring at her younger sibling harshly, full of wrath. "You will eat it, whether you like..it..or..NOT!"
Emily was taken back by the sudden evilness in her sister. This was almost unbelievable, even if it was happening right in front of her eyes! "...I..I'll do it...F-For Tinkles," She added, even if she was really given no choice.
Such submissiveness made Chelsea's grin grow wider. "Good girl," Chelsea said, pushing the plate of tongue to her sister. "Then, eat it with your hands; eat up!" She giggled evilly.
Emily gulped. She was sweating so much, the air around her was full of hot dread...Everything was just so painful, unbearable, unreal. The girl lightly poked her first plate with her index finger quickly. It was cold, unappetizing, and ugly, no matter how much sugar and spice was put onto it.
Meanwhile, Chelsea was getting a trash bag for Emily; just in case. She talked over to her sister and threw the light bag onto the table, next to her food. "Just in case you need somewhere to put your vomit, sis." Chelsea said kindly, loving how much pain her sister was in right now.
Emily took the bag immediately, and kept it below her in her lap. She didn't even want to thank her sister for such a small little kind gesture, not after what she did to Lu.
Chelsea waved her other, free hand. "Well? Eat up. Or, would you rather have Tinkles dead?"
Emily shook her head, giving in to Chelsea once again. Her delicate face turned toward the tongue. Just pretend it's yummy and normal, Emily... The poor little girl thought to herself as she picked up the tongue gingerly. It was soft and squishy, but oddly very dry. The sugars on it were warmer than the actual tongue itself. Emily finally sighed and gripped the snack tightly, and then, forced herself to bite into it.
Her tongue tasted the tongue she was biting on; It was soft now, and tasted strange. Emily closed her eyes, tears welling out. She bit down harder, no matter how tough the action was to do. The girl finally bit down hard enough to where her top teeth met her bottom teeth, and that is where she nearly vomited.
Chelsea kept her tight grip on the Skitty, still threatening Emily. "Well? What are you waiting for? Eat it! Chew it, then swallow it whole!"
Emily squealed painfully at Chelsea's words. It was so hard to just bite it, but now the pain was excruciating. Before Chelsea could say another word, before Emily could even chew a small piece, the little girl lifted the bag to her mouth quickly before she felt herself release her pain and stomach remains in the bag.
Chelsea huffed, and rolled her eyes, pushing the plate out of Emily's way. The sick little girl looked very pale and drained, mostly from what she just did. The teenager glared at her little sister with anger before speaking. "Okay, that's enough! Now, Emily, do 'Ane' a little favor. Just eat what is next, and Tinkles won't die. Okay?" She said, becoming softer.
Emily cried and choked on her words, but managed to nod for a response. Her hands were trembling, the room was getting dizzier and worse to look at, especially Chelsea.
The plate was pushed in front of Emily. The scent was more desirable than the last, but the fact that it was the tail that she was about to eat made everything worse. Emily carefully picked up the fork that was on the plate, now wishing she tried the cookies on the other plate first, just to give her a little confidence boost. But now, she had to face the worst; the 'Meatloaf'.
Emily jabbed the fork into the fresh meat, almost feeling like she was hearing the screams of her Pokemon along with it. Slowly, she raised the meat into her open, terrified mouth. It entered, and was engulfed by Emily's mouth. The feel of it was no more than ordinary meat, but again, the bare thought of it being the tail of her beloved Pokemon made her even more sick to her stomach. But she began to chew and chew, and then finally, swallow the poisoned meal.
After that, Chelsea let the little Skitty fall to the floor, whom then, skipped happily to her master. Chelsea, though, chuckled after that, whom was already getting a knife from a drawer. "You know, Emily, you won't live for long."
Emily's teary eyes darted to Chelsea. "W-What do you mean?" Her pure voice asked, thinking Chelsea was going to end her life right then.
Chelsea chuckled, taking out the knife. "Well, you just consumed a great deal of poison," she explained, "and you'll die very shortly."
The waitress turned on the TV, her light fingers running over the channels. The men sitting up at the bar all turned their heads toward the TV, clearly interested in what the magical box had to say.
A fancy news reporter appeared, looking very serious. A few of the men groaned, but the waitress snapped at them, her big, black Afro bouncing at her movements.
"Ya'll need to know something once in a while. Besides, the new's has been buzzin' 'bout that Nowa town and all its murders!"
One of the men sighed. "Man o' man...Those poor people...I feel sorry for me aunt over there."
The Waitress nodded, almost keeping her eyes glued onto the TV as well.
The reporter began to speak. "In other recent and disastrous news, there has been a second confirmed murder in the town of Nowa. As some may remember, last year, a student from Nowa High was killed, along with another boy and his Charmeleon. Detectives and police are still confused on to what exactly happened then, but are even more confused on how the children of Julie Ryu were found dead this afternoon..."
A gruff man waved his hand in the air, trying to ward away a fly. "Eh, enough of that crap, Shirley!"
The old waitress shrugged, and decided to turn off the TV.
Well, that took forever to write!
Keep watch for the third chapter, it'll come soon!
