Wolf's POV
Now, I'm not one for gossip, but I do quite enjoy eavesdropping. Which is what I was currently doing. After all, who could miss out on Maple having a two sided conversation with Johnny? Or whatever the heck his name was. But that's irrelevant, I only need a face, any more, and I might feel bad for the kid. Same rule I kept to before I got shipped to this dump. The point is, Maple was having a lengthy conversation, and she was doing at least half of the talking, and if you didn't notice, she doesn't talk much. Well, unless you're me.
"Do you think there's a chance it's true?" the man whispered.
She bit her lip, "I'm not sure yet. My analysis of the situation isn't complete."
"Yeah, I wouldn't expect it to, but is there a chance?" he urged.
"I don't want to let you down," I snorted at that remark, Maple doesn't give a crap how high or low one is.
He sighed, "Come on, please?"
Her jaw tightened, "It's impossible. There's no such thing as telling the future, and there's no redemption for people like us."
"But-" he began to protest.
"Nothing. I don't care how innocent you are, or how you never did anything, there's no fact behind what you're saying. It's. Impossible," she grit her teeth.
The man looked distraught, turning away and walking back to wherever he came from. I slipped out of my hiding place, "So, what's the word?"
She looked at me shyly, feigning complete innocence, "You know how guys can be."
"Hmm, looking at him I would have guessed he knew you better than that," I shrugged.
"Exactly the problem. I know you were listening," she remarked, her innocent facade melting away as we walked into a more private area.
"So, what does he want a chance of?" I asked, casually leaning against one of the prison walls.
"He's one of those that say they don't remember committing the crimes, or that they were being forced to in a way they couldn't fight back, like possession," she explained, her voice going to it's natural Scottish accent and to its normal low tone.
"Idiots," I snorted, "What's this about telling the future?"
She pulled out her voice recorder, "It's just something one of the psychics from Team Dusk said. Something about redemption for the unwillingly forced and the old king joining with the girl that shouldn't. I have it all on here."
She tossed it and I caught it, "You would record everything someone from that area says."
She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, "How could I not?"
I pushed off the wall, "We should get back to Alph."
"You know that when they foretold it they were actually sending a signal for the Few, right?" she checked, switching back to her higher American voice.
"Figured it was something like that. I wonder if those two are part of them or just a strange coincidence. Seriously, he used to be a king, and the girl. . ." I trailed off.
Maple nodded, "I see it too. In her eyes. You know I'm not the feely type of knowing by looking deep into their eyes. I have actual reason."
"What's that?" I mused, a smile dancing on the edges of my lips.
"I've heard about her cousin, and those eyes are the same. I'm not talking about color," she responded in a more hushed voice.
"What's wrong with her cousin?" I asked, puzzled.
She shook her head, "She has quite a few cousins, but the one I'm talking about is the one to be scared of. There's no way someone like that can exist."
"How do you know about her?" I questioned.
She grinned a tiny bit, "Team Dusk is scared of the girl's cousin and her friends. Very."
"How many?"
"Four children, and the cousin can't really be what they say," she pushed, trying to hammer the point home that there was something seriously wrong with that child.
"Well, what do they say?" I finally snapped.
"They call her friends the Brilliance, the Psychic, and the Brother. They call the last one the Friend of Ghosts," she added.
"Not ghost types," I guessed.
"Both. And if you do the wrong things, let's just say you might be the newest addition to her title."
Serena's POV
I am a really awful friend. That's what my motto had been these past two weeks. It had been a week since we asked Dawn about her, ten days since she had disappeared, and two weeks since my outburst.
I couldn't help but feel it was my fault that Rubia was gone. No matter how I looked at it, it was my fault. Calem of course had told me it wasn't a thousand times. He had compared it to unstoppable force meets immovable object. But which was which was a secret to everyone. I compared it to stabbing the person who took you in when you needed it most in the back in an embrace.
Very different views.
I sighed, and now the likely hood of us ever seeing her again is pretty low, seeing as she's either in a witness protection program, or somehow prison.
"Yo! Serena!" Tireno called from outside of my house, "We're goin' ice skatin', wanna come?"
I sat up from my bed and called out my window, "I'll be down in a few!"
I guess I'll just have to move on. We all make mistakes sometimes, and this will form me to be a better person later on, right? It's not the end of the world, I still have my other friends.
I couldn't do anything about this, I'm just a fourteen year old girl. I don't have any say about anything. She'd be okay with this, right?
Dawn's POV
It had been a week now, and no one had found anything. I had checked two of the x's, and I guess you could say I was feeling discouraged.
"Anything I can do?" I jumped. It was the girl who just showed up my house a week ago.
"I don't think so, we just need to check all these x's," I explained.
She caught up with my pace, leaning over to see the maps, her red orange wavy/curly locks spilling onto it. She picked up her hair and threw it over her shoulder, "I can check all of these places. Well, not me, but my. . . Friends. They'd be happy to," she pointed at five of the x's.
My eyes widened, "Really? How soon?"
"Within three days, no travel for you necessary," she looked up, smiling brightly, which was offset by her tired eyes with very visible dark circles underneath.
"Are you sure? I mean, you don't know me at all. . ." I trailed off.
She smiled wider, the tiredness gone from her eyes like it was an illusion, but the circles still there, "I don't have anything better to be doing with my life, after all."
"Thank you so much! I'm sorry, but I forgot your name," I thanked, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Just call me Malon. I know I said Leyenda earlier, but I literally made that up on the spot. I don't really know why I did, so don't ask," she held out a hand to shake.
I took it with a grin, "Thanks again!"
"No problem!" she replied.
"Why are you doing this?" I hesitated before asking.
"Someone asked me to do a favor for them, and you happen to be that favor," she shrugged.
"Huh?" I blinked.
"It doesn't matter," she shook her head, "I'll meet you at the Pokemon Center in at most an hour."
"Bye!" I waved as she skipped off.
That girl was really. . . Interesting.
Rubia's POV
It had now been ten days of prison life, and one week since I told N about the rest of my past. Well, that bit of it.
We had to decided to join Wolf's group that now consisted of us, Alph, Wolf, and Maple, but keeping low about it. It turns out at least a quarter of all the prisoners recognized N, for some reason they knew about him for reasons other than Team Plasma.
N and I had become decently close I suppose, you know, with sharing a cell and all. I mean, we were already a little close before we did. There hadn't been anything like what happened a week ago, just as normal as it could get. No hugs, no breakdowns, no large fights, just conversation.
And I was planning on breaking out very soon. I had to, I couldn't just stay here, could I? Not with Mewtwo running loose. But a small part of me wanted to stay. I was safe here, more or less, and I had no pressure of hiding, being, or doing anything. It was comfortable enough, and the absolute worse case scenario is that I was forced into a pleasant interaction with Ghetsis, which is never going to happen. I could just disappear here, and it's not like anyone in the outside world remembers or cares. It was pretty much the same as living normally, except the fact I couldn't leave this fortress. I'm not that damsel in distress, locked away in her tower. Not in the slightest. I'm the Queen who makes the most of her life in her fortress, not dramatizing anything. The one who has already seen the outside world's beauty and terror, who was married into royalty, so to speak.
Not like that! I'm not saying I want to be married into this sort of thing!
And I am certainly not implying anything by using a Queen married into royalty while being in a cell with a former King!
I'm not in denial either, if that's what you're thinking.
So don't even think about it.
On a different note, right now we were in our cell, right after our break in the prison yard. We're both relaxing on our beds a bit, me wishing each cell had a personal bathroom instead of having to share one with all the other women in the jail. Well, at least the other thirty plus in this wing.
I took out my iPod(they had let me keep it. Turns out this place has great wi-fi if you can find out the pass code) and scrolled through the songs. Some of were downloaded on here by my old partner, a variety of soundtracks and Japanese rock bands due to my cousin, and new music from popular bands from my other cousin. Then there were my songs that I listened to whenever I studied, or the one downloaded with a note saying, 'Listen to while reading chapter 10, makes the feels overwhelming,' whatever that means. Probably another one from my cousin. I plugged in ear buds and started listening through the songs I'd never heard.
Listening to the melodies and harmonies, I began to drift to sleep. Especially as this one really slow and beautiful soundtrack started playing.
In minutes, I was sleeping like a rock.
I'm really sorry to cut this off awkwardly, but it's late, so I figured it's better than nothing, right?
That-girl-from-outer-space6, I'm hoping to fit in more of it, so I hope you enjoy! Lots of hoping going on. XD
Have an amazing month, my glorious readers!
~Malon Garynite
