Ifrit
By Akai Ku
Chapter 2: A Blanket Of Cold, A Touch Of Warmth
It had been two hours since the murder, and night had fallen. Three-hundred feet below the murder scene, in the grassy valley at the bottom of the canyon, the dead girl woke up. Eileen immediately wished she hadn't, and squeezed her eyes shut again. It didn't help anything at all.
Her numbed mind couldn't sort out anything at first, save for one thing that surged through every cell: Pain. She knew that her legs and right arm were broken for sure, and that she must have cracked many ribs, and who knew what else. The next thing that surged through her body was cold. She had worn only a white T-shirt, her blue bandana, jeans, and a pair of hiking boots that day, and the hail and rain had gotten even worse than before. Her drenched shirt clung tightly to her torso, beneath it the wet grass, covering her in what felt like a blanket of ice.
She made a gurgling sound in the back of her throat out of terror as she saw her own blood trickle down over her eye.
Then she remembered everything. Who she was, Tim, the battle, Team Rocket...
( So...The police were half-right,) she thought to herself, trying to focus on something other than the pain and the cold. (Those murders probably WERE committed by Team Rocket, but they used their Pokemon to do the dirty work. Disgusting....)
Every respectable person thought that using Pokemon for evil was horrible, as the Pokemon would become evil as well. But killings...
Eileen shivered, then gurgled again: It hurt to shiver.
She had to call for help. She opened her eyes almost reluctantly, only to find her mangled PokeGear inches from her face, totally useless. (Like the gods adding insult to injury,) she thought dismally. (It doesn't matter...I don't think I can move anyway...My jaw feels like it's broken....)
Eileen struggled mentally to stay alive, but it soon became too much, too cold. As she let her consciousness drift into death, she thought she saw a fireball darting through the tall grass, like a vision, at the speed of wind. Just as death was about to embrace her, the fireball vanished with a whoosh.
And it was warm.
She felt as if a giant paw, slightly larger than her head, had been placed on her back. But it wasn't heavy: She could hardly feel it at all. From it, heat flowed into her body, so comforting and relaxing. She could see the orange reflections of flames dancing around her. Was this warmth the fireball she'd seen? It didn't feel hot -just warm. And soothing.
Eileen finally allowed herself to slip into the darkness, but only the serene darkness of a peaceful sleep.
By Akai Ku
Chapter 2: A Blanket Of Cold, A Touch Of Warmth
It had been two hours since the murder, and night had fallen. Three-hundred feet below the murder scene, in the grassy valley at the bottom of the canyon, the dead girl woke up. Eileen immediately wished she hadn't, and squeezed her eyes shut again. It didn't help anything at all.
Her numbed mind couldn't sort out anything at first, save for one thing that surged through every cell: Pain. She knew that her legs and right arm were broken for sure, and that she must have cracked many ribs, and who knew what else. The next thing that surged through her body was cold. She had worn only a white T-shirt, her blue bandana, jeans, and a pair of hiking boots that day, and the hail and rain had gotten even worse than before. Her drenched shirt clung tightly to her torso, beneath it the wet grass, covering her in what felt like a blanket of ice.
She made a gurgling sound in the back of her throat out of terror as she saw her own blood trickle down over her eye.
Then she remembered everything. Who she was, Tim, the battle, Team Rocket...
( So...The police were half-right,) she thought to herself, trying to focus on something other than the pain and the cold. (Those murders probably WERE committed by Team Rocket, but they used their Pokemon to do the dirty work. Disgusting....)
Every respectable person thought that using Pokemon for evil was horrible, as the Pokemon would become evil as well. But killings...
Eileen shivered, then gurgled again: It hurt to shiver.
She had to call for help. She opened her eyes almost reluctantly, only to find her mangled PokeGear inches from her face, totally useless. (Like the gods adding insult to injury,) she thought dismally. (It doesn't matter...I don't think I can move anyway...My jaw feels like it's broken....)
Eileen struggled mentally to stay alive, but it soon became too much, too cold. As she let her consciousness drift into death, she thought she saw a fireball darting through the tall grass, like a vision, at the speed of wind. Just as death was about to embrace her, the fireball vanished with a whoosh.
And it was warm.
She felt as if a giant paw, slightly larger than her head, had been placed on her back. But it wasn't heavy: She could hardly feel it at all. From it, heat flowed into her body, so comforting and relaxing. She could see the orange reflections of flames dancing around her. Was this warmth the fireball she'd seen? It didn't feel hot -just warm. And soothing.
Eileen finally allowed herself to slip into the darkness, but only the serene darkness of a peaceful sleep.