The lab diaries: Winter's frost

Wow I'm updating it's a miracle isn't it. Sorry if it isn't my best but I'm a little rusty and try to get back in Grant's mind may take a little bit. I might up the rating to M because that scene was a little bloody I'm not sure. Oh yeah later on in the chapter IT ISN'T ROMANCE HE'S JUST FEELING HAPPY AND THEY ARE FRIENDS JUST FRIENDS.

I felt kind of guilty for ignoring Nicola like that but I have way too much going on inside my head. I was labeled as dangerous by most and most of them avoided me like the plague. It's quite a step from being completely ignored. The grunts bugged me (not pun intended) as well I felt like going out there and getting rid of them. Then the thought hit me why don't I do exactly that. It may prove that I was losing it but if no one saw me killing the grunts we would be safer and no one would see me deteriorating.

I rose slowly from the snowy ground shaking my wings I buzzed upwards and looked for the small lights of their campfires. Spotting one a glided towards it one sentry stood outside it. He wasn't paying much attention to his job he was more worried about warming up his hands. I silently swooped down on him quickly slitting his throat.

Dispute what people say there is nothing poetic about slitting someone's throat. It's as bloody as hell, blood seems to keep pouring out until it seems like there's no blood left to leak. So much for no one finding out I was coated in his blood.

Steeping in the cave I saw four R.A.Ms huddling around the fire. They were talking and laughing seeming so normal I almost stopped their and let them live almost. I snuck up behind the first one and stuck my needle through his back and through to the other side. He made a few croaking noises before slumping. The other three gasped and before they had shut their mouths my needle had driven its self through the next ones head it squashed like a pumpkin he crumpled like your homemade woodshop project as soon you use them.

The other two were reaching for their guns when I came at them needles raised. Their eyes went wide knowing the will not survive. Showing as much mercy as I did with the others I drove my needles into their torsos. I almost smiled at the smoothness of the murders. I probably would if I wasn't feel like I was about to throw up.

I saw they had a decent sized water supply I was myself down. Grabbing it I huddled it to my chest and flew as fast as possible. Last night I had seen a cave a little up from where we were camped; if I plant the water there Kristen might pick it up.

I flew down to the cave feeling empty I had rid the world from some of that scum why didn't it feel right. It feel so right when I put my needle to the sentry's throat, so right when his blood spurted onto my face. I liked to battle I had learned that already but that wasn't a battle it was a massacre. They didn't fight back because they didn't have time. I was so deep in thought I almost missed the cave. I propped it against the wall of the cave close to the entrance. I try to make it look like it had been there for a while and not planted by the rockets. I flew back to camp hoping to dodge any early risers. I found my place slightly off the main group and shut my eyes.

I was woke up a familiar blue face above mine. "Morning sleepy head," Nicola smiled.

I stretched and yawn then mumbled, "Mornin' Nix".

She changed immediately and looked concerned. "How are you feeling today bumble bee," she asked kindly layered with concerned.

I jumped at her grabbing her around the waist careful not to cut her with my needles her eyes went wide and she struggled a bit. I jumped up flapping my wings, I glided around the campsite twirling and twisting doing summersaults. Nicola had stopped struggling and laughed. Finally I fluttered down touching down I whispered to her, "That's how I feel".

We both laughed not giggled but full heartedly laughed with true happiness. I had no idea why I was so happy it was like all my problems had just gone on holiday. A big smile was plastered all over my face. We looked like little kids. Then Kristen little assistant an Abra pokegirl nicknamed Kat. I don't know her real name but Kat suited her. "That's the dangerous one! The one who need to be up front to make sure everyone's safe! He is acting like a three year old and happy vibes are coming off him like nothing I've ever felt. May I laugh?" Kat giggled.

I shrugged still smiling like an idiot. "See you Nicola," I smiled.

She waved as I buzzed off literary. I ducked and dodged through the camp for the second time that morning. I landed gracefully next to Kristen. "Whoa," she hissed to Kat.

"I know, I know," Kat hissed back.

Kristen screwed up her face concentrating probing my mind. Nothing's like it's supposed to be. Probing isn't a faint tickle but it feels like your head is about to be ripped in two. I fell to my knees using all my energy to try and push Kristen out of my head. Bit by bit the pain eased but it wasn't Kristen stopping it was me pushing her out. She looked surprised. "You can't do that," she gasped.

I probably couldn't do it again but it had worked. Then I fell to my knees I hadn't fainted but my brain couldn't handle any unnecessary tasks, that means you standing. I watched as Kristen lifted me using her psychic powers. My brain was absolutely fried, it hurt like hell. I hoped they found the cave. I heard a familiar voice, "Let me past. Move it. Now where is he!?! What did that bitch do to him!?!".

Nicola pushed her way through to the front; anyone who tried to stop her got hit by one hell of a water gun. Her eyes went wide. "What the hell did you do to him? Put him down now!" she growled.

Kristen shrugged and plopped me unceremoniously on the ground. She received a withering look from Nicola. She scooped me up being careful of my needles. Pokepeople are stronger than humans but one would struggle if they had to carry one pokeperson with two needles which weighed a freaking ton. She soon fell back I felt kind of bad that she had to carry me but hey don't listen to the person who can't move at all. Soon we fell back with my old crowd the people. The slow walkers and Zane. "Aw is little bug boy tired," he teased.

Unlike me Nicola doesn't hold back her feelings but releases them on contact and it's usually from her mouth in liquid form. The water gun hit him in the face snapping his head back. He got absolutely soaked though and if I could move I would have pissed myself laughing. Nicola smiled evilly then using the exact tone Zane used minutes ago she teased, "Aw did the kitty get wet".

For once the stereotypes were right he did not like getting wet at all. He shook himself vigorously trying to get rid of the water. Giving all the pokepeople around dirty looks. Thank god my head ache started to subside. So I started to get movement back and something I haven't mentioned is that Beedrill wings need almost constant movement and I haven't moved them for a couple of hours. So I instinctively I started beating them and that's kind of hard them someone's holding you. "Ouch," Nicola gasped wincing.

She dropped me like a stone. Dispute my beating wings I hit the ground with a thud. I seemed to spasm a few times before gaining control. I shuddered as I rose beating my wings furiously to help me stand. Then whispered three words which explained the situation perfectly, "Ouch that hurt".

Nicola burst out laughing not the best moment but it ended up contagious soon I gave a nervous laugh and it evolved into a great full hearted laugh. It's strange how these little things happen. Life probably couldn't get worse but I still laughed. Even when I was human I rarely smiled let alone laughed.

Nicola probably was the best person I had ever met she gone through the same horror that I had yet she still approached everything with a smile. She still stuck with me though I was sour and mean. I remember the first time we met I pushed her down growling. Luckily our relationship went uphill.

I loved her but not in boy friend, girl friend but in a way you love your brother of sister. Unconditionally she was my best friend. Something I had never had and I figured so far that in our few seconds of laughing I had figured it out and I thought I had just had a bad brain freeze.

Like can seem pretty good some times no matter what the picture is if you look at the little ones. I could move again, I was with Nix and Zane got what he deserved. I know I was going to be dunked in deep shit sooner or later but hey life was sweet for then.

Then all hell broke lose.

I know I know I'm a soppy git. It seemed so violent at the start I needed to stick some contrast in which wasn't romance. I'm still open to ideas characters, battles, and a plot line (which is missing like many other things). Review.