The Fall of a Champion
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Pokémon.
Chapter 4
She knew it was coming, she could hear it.
Soon enough, the rain just started pouring buckets full; the quick flashes of bright lightening came to light up the completely dark sky and then finished with the loud unnerving sound of thunder that just kept repeating and repeating...
The young brunette looked up at the dark, moonless sky from the little window; once again awoken by the terrible flashes of scenarios she dreams up that turn into terrifying nightmares, each one more horrible than the last.
She couldn't try to go back to sleep again, she won't be fooled this time. She will just have to stay up another night again.
It was really late at night, or some will call it very early in the morning. No one should be awake at this time. She agreed with that thought, too, but she didn't want to be haunted.
She needed to clear her mind, so she quietly got out of the bed she shared with Max and left the room her family had on the ferry they got from Pallet Town back to Hoenn. The front of the ship should be quiet and empty; perfect for a mind that needed to get away.
The teen shuttered slightly as she stepped out into the unforgiving cold night air. She didn't care, so she continued onwards, wanting to get to the front. She immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw a familiar green haired teen already at the spot she wanted to be at. It was okay, she expected him to be there. The same thing happened last night and the night before...
He heard footsteps behind him and instantly knew it was her. He slowly turned around and looked sadly at her anguished face. He knew she had taken this unfortunate blow harder than him, and he was slightly angered at how Ash, even when he was gone, still managed to make his girl cry. But that twinge of anger was lost and forgotten. It was useless after all.
As fast as her sapphire eyes locked with his was as fast as she broke that gaze. She dropped her head to the ground as the tears started falling again. They just seemed to never stop. And as always, her sadness will soon turn into uncontrolled anger; he knew that. Maybe tonight he could stop her from crossing that bridge for the umpteenth time again.
He pulled out another rose, this time forgetting to remove the painful thorns that littered the beautiful flower.
She looked at it, but didn't reach for it.
The green haired teen sighed and threw the rose overboard, just like last night.
"Hey there..." Drew started to say, but trailed off; he knew it was going to be hopeless anyway.
He reached out for her to come closer, and she responded immediately. She ran as fast as her short teenage legs could bring her, jumping into Drew's open arms.
"Oh Drew-" the brunette started but was cut off by her own trembling sob, shaking her whole figure. "Why did this have to happen? No, not him, please!"
Drew only stood there, embracing the stricken teen and comforted her the best he could. He knew not to answer, he couldn't anyway. It's not like anything he said would help.
Her thoughts started to go haywire as she thought of what had come. She didn't want it, no one should. It's not like he made to many enemies, but who would have thought that they would stoop that low. After years and years of failure, did they just finally crack? That didn't mean they had to go and kill him off! It just wasn't fair. The impossible became possible, and it's still unbelievable.
It just wasn't fair, she refused to accept it! She would never forget it, screw trying to move on! She spent every second like this since she found out, and her stubborn anger will never let it go. He was her best friend, and he left them alone and devastated. It's not like she's mad at Ash or anything, but where was all ths anger coming from?
Oh, that's right. It was their fault. They were responsible, they created this horrible mess, but they will never fix it! It just wasn't fair. They created this terrible anger inside of her and she has no idea what to do. She never lost any of her family; she grew up with a great life. She had no right to complain!
Then why was it this hard?
Her sadness changed into outrage by the snap of a finger. She couldn't hold it back; she just let it all out. That was just who she was. She punched the teen's chest over and over, and he just took it and stayed silent.
"How-" Punch. "Could-" Punch. "This-" Punch. "Ever-" Punch. "Happen!" Punch!
The volume of her voice just kept getting louder. Drew was not surprised by the teen's reaction. After all, she was known for her temper. He completely understood this outburst, though, and unfortunately more anger built up inside him, directed at Ash.
The two teens suddenly heard a poor attempt at covering up a cry, and looked over to see the younger teen, wiping his eyes fiercely, having forgotten his glasses when he came to look for his sister.
Max tried to cover up another sob as the brunette turned to look at her fearful brother. He hated seeing her like this. He wanted his sister back. Plus, he hated Drew anyway.
She slowly started to head towards her brother, putting up a brave face for him, only him, but he knew better than to believe her. He accidentally took a step back on instinct from his unwanted fear of his sister. She ignored it and quickly hugged her little brother, trying to console them both.
Drew only looked on at the sad stricken siblings. He didn't want to ruin any moment, and caught the hint. He walked past them sadly and went back to his room.
"I'm so sorry, Max." she whispered in his ear.
Max only cried harder.
He couldn't help but think of what a horrible mess this has made, and they would never be able to clean it up. It just didn't work that way.
May looked sadly at her brother. He had looked up to Ash in admiration, and now he was gone; as her mentor and best friend, too.
The siblings slowly started to walk back to their room, supporting each other as they tried to quiet their sobs so they wouldn't wake up their parents.
AN: Flames Accepted.
I've always loved that brother/sister bond May and Max shared. I'm trying to keep them all in character, since something like this has never really happened to elict this kind of strong emotion.
Am I adding enough, or am I just repeating myself?
I wonder if anyone has figured out this mystery...