*Eve*
I went to school the next day, being seventeen. Will doesn't live with me. I live alone. In an apartment, actually. It's beautiful. There's three bedrooms, two of which constantly empty. Otherwise, it's perfect. I've lived here for three months, and am loving living alone. I have a great view of the ocean from here. The beach I can walk to. It's great.
Oh, by the way, my parents were killed. My family of four was captured. I was rescued. My parents were killed. My sister... She and I were separated. Each in different parts of the building we were held captive in. Some other organization rescued her. I like to believe.
I go to school, though. Just so you know.
Technically, I've already earned six degrees. The education program is very fast and efficient at the base I used to live at. The only reason I go to school is because I can. I like it. Which sounds crazy, but it beats mulling about my apartment everyday. I also like it because people think I'm normal. Which, as all of you should have realized, is not at all true.
Anyway, it's Monday. I hate Mondays so much. Mostly because everybody else hates them, too. And then they're all in bad moods. Forcing me to be in one.
Rrrr. Rrrr. Rrrr.
The high-pitched, constant ring tone I chose for the Base beats its way into my brain. I force myself out of bed and walk towards my counter. Clock says four. In the morning.
"What?" I snap.
"Geez." Will yawns once he's on the phone. "Mission. Urgent."
I walk out of my room. Then I go and lean against the island in my kitchen. And slide to the linoleum floor.
"What could be so freaking urgent you wake a teenager at four in the damn morning?" I ask.
"Lugia."
"Shit."
"Yeah."
"Where?"
"Under the ocean. I'll set a portal in the door to the third bedroom."
"Okay. Mission?"
"To rescue him." He feeds me other details, such as floor layout of the place. He tells me Lugia is a Halfling, like him and I. (What most of you people out there call pokemorphs. You know, half pokemon, half human. Except they can control what features of a pokemon they do or don't have, except hair and eye color. And they can fully change into humans or pokemon.) Other information is given. I tell him thanks. I get dressed, shove a granola bar down my throat, and go through the portal Will mechanically set up from the Base.
The building is actually a submarine. After all, we are deep underwater. The floor is white tiles. The wall are white. The halls are mazes. But Will's route in my head tells me where to go.
Lugia, as a human, has white hair with deep-blue highlights. It's spiky, but if he tilts his head down, I bet his short hair will fall over his eyes easily. He's probably also seventeen.
I observe this from outside a glass room. Inside is human-Lugia, a nerdy doctor scientist guy, and two guard people. They have taesers, of course. And those electric cow rods. Sigh. To be expected.
Did you know, that if a halfling is shocked by a volt of 2234 or higher, we revert to the opposite form (human to original pokemon form, pokemon to human)? Yeah. If the voltage doesn't kill you first.
Clearly, they know that. Human-Lugia has what looks like six needles in him, and is lying on a cot. No blanket. He is bleeding from several cuts on his face and body. He is wearing all white.
And he's awake.
He must be in deathly pain...
Infuriated, I punch the glass. Stupidly, of course. Now there's glass everywhere, and buzzers rage and splash red light everywhere. The people are frozen in place, their weapons dropped. I stalk up to a frightened guard, and punch him. Hard. Then I glare at the other two men. They run. Lugia is staring at me with blank eyes. I take the needles out of him delicately, and chuck a glass shard at the machine they're hooked to.
It explodes.
Gawd, I'm stupid today.
The hole in the ceiling now pours water directly above Lugia and I. In a moment we're soaked.
Before we drown to death (or more likely, I drown to death) I pick up the surprising light Lugia and run. I ignore all the screams and attempts to shoot me with a dart gone or something. I dive through the portal...
And land on my floor.
I landed on my stomach so my arms and Lugia were in front of me.
"Lugia, you okay?" I ask. No response. I drag myself off the floor and walk around to his face. He's unconscious, of course. I sigh and dial Will.
"Mission complete. Lugia's injured." I glance at him, leaking blood on my floor. "But we shouldn't move him."
"Okay. I'll bring equipment. How are you?" He asks. I smile. I'm glad he cares about me.
"I'm fine." I say. Soaking wet.
"Alright. Good. Call the school. Tell them you have mono: you'll be out for the next week or so." He tells me.
"Poor me." I say with a smile ringing in my voice.
Will laughs. "I'll be there soon."
Lugia
I groan and roll onto my back.
What will they do to me today? I wonder, annoyed.
Except, when I open my eyes, I'm not in a glass tank. I don't hear the ever-constant bleep of that crazy machine that shocks the life out of me. I'm in a yellow room. In a bed with a yellow blanket. It's homey. And I don't have six needles in me. Only one. And it's hooked up to an IV. IV's are life fluid or something, aren't they?
"Hey, you're awake." I hear a girl say as she opens the door. She looks to be the same age as me. Seventeen.
And then all the memories rush back to me. This girl, she rescued me from that living hell hole. She saved my life and my sanity.
"Thank you." I say. I can only manage a whisper. She smiles. She's pretty...
"No problem. But it was Will who stitched you up." She tells me.
"Thank him for me?" I get out, assuming he's not here. She nods.
"Of course." She tells me.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Ooo, time for food." She decides. "It's probably twelve. Will just left and I haven't eaten since I left at like four." She glances down at me. "But then again, by the looks of ya you haven't eaten since four O'clock a week ago."
I blush, realizing my chest was bare. I pull the blanket up, and she laughs.
"Sorry. Will has a special healing ability. He put you in some sweat pants, though." She tells me. Thank goodness, I think. "Figured you wouldn't want those awful white pants on. If I were you, I wouldn't want to be wearing such a terrible memory."
I nod agreement. She asks if I like pasta. I muster a yes.
"Good." She remarks. "It's the only thing I can successfully cook." She laughs and walks out.
Wait! Alarm bells go of in my head. What if I revert back to original form! As a lugia, I'll still fit in the bed... But what will the girl think!
A few moments later I hear a crash and a 'damn.' A moment later an eevee comes in.
"Hey. Just so you know, I'm a halfling, just like you." That takes care of that, I think. She continues. "So's Will. My name is Eve, by the way. I'm short, even in human form, so I morph into an eevee so I can climb up to get the pots. That usually doesn't turn out well though! Okay. Just telling you. Bye."
Eve backs out again.
Awhile later, she brings me a bowl full of elbow noodles with a spoon. I start to sit up, only to be greeted with harsh pains all though my body. A lot are centered in my back.
"Oh, sorry, should have told you." Eve says apologetically, seeing my expression. "Here." She goes into the closet to my right and drags two stiff-looking pillows over. Eve sets them down and very gently lifts my front half up. I brace myself, but no pain comes. She stuffs the two pillows under me. I am now 'sitting up.' She hands me the bowl. I pick my arms up gingerly. No pain. I eat. She smiles, goes out of the room, and then come back with a chair and a bowl.
"So, is Lugia your name?" Eve asks.
"No. It's Deep Sea. Call me Deep, though." I tell her quietly. I expect something like "That's a weird name."
"That's pretty." She says, surprising me. "My full name is Evefur Crystalink. Will's real name is Waterflow Riverside."
"That's cool." I say, smiling.
波が作る音
"Are you in a lot of pain?" She asks later, coming back from putting our dishes in the sink.
"No. Sore's all."
"Really sore?"
". . ." I don't want to admit it to her. But I don't want to lie.
"Don't worry. Waterflow showed me how to do the healing thingy." She offers. "Now. What hurts?"
I wanted to give in and tell her my whole body. But I just held out my arm gingerly. I mean, what if it hurt? Also, I still didn't have a shirt on.
She walks over and gently slides one arm under my back and lifts. I'm confused, but then she takes the two extra pillows and puts them on the floor. I brace myself. She is gentle putting me back down though, and I feel no pain.
She then lightly takes the arm I hand her, and I can see lights emanating from her hands. She closes her eyes. I recognize the ability as part of ESPN.
"You've actually heard of the ability?" She asks, eyes still closed. "I thought Will made up the name."
I laugh a little. "Nope. I have it myself."
"That's cool." She responds. Then she's done. "Your arm didn't hurt at all, did it?"
"Well..." I start. She sighs.
"What hurts?" She asks again.
"Everything." I sigh, and slump into the pillow. She smiles lightly.
"I thought so," She says, mocking a doctor. She pushes the blanket back, revealing my chest. She places her hands gently down, and white light begins emanating as she closes her eyes.
I suddenly go very limp. I can feel the healing process taking place in my body. It feels so... soothing.
Soothed. That's something I haven't felt in a long time.
I fall asleep, feeling so calm and relaxed.
My last thought, though, was not so calm and relaxed.
This is who I'm supposed to kill?
Lugia... IS EVIL! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Or is he? Is there something he doesn't know about Eve? Is she the one who's evil? Is his team really evil? How did Lugia join that blasted team, anyway? Did he have a moment a long time ago where he just became evil? What would make him evil? Is that moment gone? Does will a sassy eevee make light shine through the darkness that doesn't seem to currently be in Lugia's heart? Don't they have parents? Did I adress that? Do you hate Twilight? Is that a double rainbow? WHAT DOES IT MEAN!
Picture a burnette sitting in her chair laughing at what she just forced you poor people read. And herself. She laughs at herself a lot. THat's me! =D
