Close your eyes ~ Chapter Three
By Kristina
A/N: So very sorry for the delay. Finals are coming and I'm overwhelmed by work…Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! And big thanks for the reviews! The first three chapters were kinda a prologue to the story. The good stuff will start next chapter! ^_~
WARNING: This fic contains violence and bad language.
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Copyright Kristina; May 2001
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Chapter Three ~ Falling Higher
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Krystal, Brock and Ash were sitting at the hospital's cafeteria, drinking coffees. Ash had joined them later, saying he made a stop at the bathroom. Krystal was glad to see that Ash and Brock didn't seem in a hurry to leave anymore. She was happy to have some company. In fact, she didn't know how she'd do all by herself. The cafeteria was almost empty, except for a small group of nurses, taking a break and the pale green coloration of the walls made her feel sick, so she kept her eyes locked on her coffee.
"She lived a traumatizing experience. I think it's normal to have nightmares. But it is also normal that she tries to deny it," Brock explained between two sips of coffee, reciting what he read years ago in a book.
Krystal observed him curiously. "Aren't you a little young to be psychologist?"
Ash hid a smile. Misty just told him the exact same thing. Maybe Brock did have hidden talents to analyze people and their emotions.
Brock blushed. "I…I'm not a psy. I just read a lot." He shrugged, as if it wasn't something important. He then smiled. "To tell the true, I'm simply the gym leader of Pewter."
Ash coughed. "Was. Your father took your place when you decided to follow me some years ago. Don't forget it…"
Krystal smiled. "I understand. My parents also have a gym. They wanted me to be in charge, since I'm the oldest, but I didn't feel ready to take the place, so I asked my sister to take the job and I left, hoping to get worthy one day to take in charge my parents' gym."
Ash slowly nodded. He understood the feeling. His gaze traveled around the room and he suddenly realized that the little group of nurses were now staring at him. He sighed, annoyed.
Krystal and Brock followed his gaze and Brock shook his head in desperation.
Krystal observed them both, her eyes moving at one to the other. She frowned, not really understanding what just happened. "Huh…why are those nurses staring at you like you were…some kind of god?" Krystal asked Ash, curiously.
Ash sighed and Brock decided to answer for him. "They must have seen the news…Ash is the new Pokemon Master, since only a few hours, but the news travel so fast…You see, the girls are throwing themselves at him as soon as they see him. Everything started when he beat the Elite Four and that happened a week ago…"
Krystal looked stunned, but then smiled at Ash. "Congratulations! It probably isn't easy to go that far…And don't worry, Misty and I aren't that type of girls! I'd say it's…disgusting to see womenkind acting so immaturely!"
Ash thanked her with a smile, but he still felt uneasy about those nurses looking at him. "I think I'm going to take some fresh air."
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He wormed his way discretely through the corridors of the hospital, which wasn't too hard since it was completely deserted. When the nurse that was at the reception went to the bathroom, he managed to find the room's number of that bitch. He knew her name by the other girl with whom she fought the pokemon battle. There weren't twenty Misty in that damn hospital.
It was too easy…He laughed wickedly in the silence of the hospital. He was coming closer. 514. 515. 516. The door was closed, no light on. He listened a moment. Nothing, not a sound. He opened the door slowly and entered. He closed the blinds and made his way to the bed, where he only saw a shadow sleeping. The soft sound of her breathing echoed in his ears as a sweet symphony.
His eyes traveled around the room. They now got used to the darkness and started to shine when they saw the desired weapon. A pillow that was on a chair. He brusquely took it and hugged it a moment, smelling its scent. The scent of death that was coming in this room. A scent so pure! He moaned. It was so easy to take a life! So easy…and so satisfying!
He walked closer to the bed and observed her a moment. He had to admit that he would have like to play with her before killing her! She was indeed beautiful and he didn't forget her temper. But business was business! She had to pay…She fucked everything when she started to scream hysterically. He had enjoyed so much to grab her so fragile neck, to feel her tears of fear and pain rolling on him…
Without another thought, he climbed on the bed, one leg each side of her body. He placed the pillow on her face and pushed on it with his hands, as hard as he could. He smiled when he noticed she was beginning to wake up.
Misty woke up with a startle, with the impression of suffocating. She opened her eyes, but she saw nothing…She heard someone laughing and suddenly realized that something was deprived her from breathing. She started to fight, but she was already too weak. She only managed to discover that someone was on the bed, and that someone was pushing on the...pillow that was covering her face. She wanted to scream, but her words were muffled.
He laughed with delight when he felt her trying to fight. "Finally woke up, baby? It would have been better for you if you had stayed asleep…but it's more fun for me!" He closed his eyes, enjoying the present moment. "Did you really think that you would get away with it? No one makes fun of me. No one. Mostly not a bitch like yourself!"
Misty opened her eyes wide. It was the man that tried to strangle her. What was his name…She couldn't remember. Her hands trying to find the red button, which was connected to the nurse center. She could barely move. But she had to push on it. She had to! It was so dark…Turing. Flying. Flying far away, away…but before, she had to push on the button. Her hands touched the night table. It had to be near…Just a little down. A little more to the left. There, she felt it. Gathering all the strength she had left, she pushed on it, as hard as she could, not letting it go, as if it was a lifebuoy. Now, she could fly into the darkness…
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Krystal and Brock had finished their first coffee and were staring their second one. The cafeteria was now completely empty. Krystal rested her chin in her hands, a question in her head. "Tell me…why were you so much in a hurry to leave? I don't think you had important stuff to do, because you wouldn't be here if you had!"
Brock sighed. "True…it was only a banal excuse. It…kinda complicated to explain, but we never stay too long at the same place when we help someone."
Krystal couldn't help, but smile. "You save that much lives?"
Brock blushed a little. "Huh…well…I mean…huh…yeah, I guess." He shrugged. Without knowing why, he was a little shy to talk about it with Krystal, him who usually never hesitated to tell their stories, with full of details, to strangers. "I think it makes Ash feel uncomfortable, or something like that. I know it's compl-" He stopped when he saw that Krystal had a hand on he forehead, a strange expression on her face. "Everything okay?"
Krystal moaned in silence. It started again. That headache, those weird feelings inside of her. A flash rapidly flew in front of her eyes. Misty. She closed her eyes. It was stronger than before. Other flashes flew rapidly, the hospital room of Misty. The pain. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't breath. Krystal jumped on her feet so fast that the chair she was sitting on fell on the floor. "Misty!" she screamed. She started to run.
Brock, not understanding what just happened, not knowing what else to do, got up and started to run as well, following Krystal.
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Ash sighed and combed his messy hair with his hand. Instead of going outside to take some fresh air as he said, there he is, on his way to that girl's room…to see if everything was fine. Stupid, stupid, stupid Ash. He wanted to go to the exit, but no! Instead, he was going to the elevator, to the fifth floor. And why? Just to see if she was fine! Stupid, stupid, stupid! He shook his head, discouraged with himself. He wanted to turn back and go back down, but he was in front of the door now. It would have been stupid to go back now.
He put his hand on the handle and made a move to open the door when he noticed that the blinds were closed. Weird. He remembered he was the one who last closed the door and he could swear they were open. He even was *sure* that they were open. He frowned. Something wasn't right. He opened the door without a sound. The scene in front of his eyes registered immediately in his mind. The man, on the bed, trying to suffocate Misty with a pillow. His eyes darkened. Without another thought, he jumped on the man, pushing him on the ground. They both fell on the ground, on the other side of the bed.
The man shouted a scream of surprise. What the…He looked up and saw one of the two idiots that saved the life of that whore. He felt the rage boiling in his veins. No way he was going to get the chance pass him by. This time was the good one. He was going to make her pay. Make them all pay. He raised his fist to hit him, but Ash blocked it and gave him a kick in the side, which made him groaning in pain. He took a quick look at Misty. She wasn't moving. He wanted to come closer, but a kick in his stomach stopped him.
"MISTY!" Krystal screamed when she finally arrived at the room. She just knew something bad had happened to her. She threw herself near the bed and observed her friend, pale and unmoving. She turned to Brock. "Go and bring back some help!"
But before he could leave the room, a nurse entered. She cried in shock when she saw the scene. "But…what's going on here?"
"You have to help her! I think she isn't breathing anymore!" shouted Krystal to the nurse. The nurse pushed Krystal aside to take a look at Misty. Krystal backed away in a corner, observing each moves of the nurse. Brock went to help Ash and they both succeed to stop the man.
Ash glanced at Krystal. "Go call Officer Jenny and bring back a doctor. Hurry!"
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An hour later, Officer Jenny handcuffed the man, thanking Ash and Brock. The police had been searching for him since a couple of weeks for stealing pokemon. Ash, Brock and Krystal were now waiting in the corridor for the doctor to leave Misty's room, so they could know how she's doing.
"How did you know?" Brock asked Krystal, softly.
Krystal blinked a few times and looked at both of them. "You're going to find all that…weird, but sometimes, I have those premonitions…It's an horrible feeling. I was feeling Misty suffocating…I felt her pain…I…it's not the first time it's happening."
Ash scratched his cheek, thoughtful. "It *is* weird. But I suppose it can become handy. I don't know if I'd been able to handle him by myself if you hadn't arrived when you did. He was kinda strong…"
"That reminds me…why were you there? Weren't you suppose to get some fresh air?" Brock asked, eyeing Ash suspiciously.
Ash remained silent. He was about to answer when the doctor came out of the room, closing slowly the door behind him. Saved by the bell! He really didn't want to explain to Brock the reason why he went at her room because he didn't know it himself.
The doctor approached them. "She's sleeping. I gave her a good sedative. Your friend just passed through terrible ordeals, which almost cost her life. Almost strangled, and almost suffocated, in the same day…I don't have to explain you the emotional state she's in. Anyway, she's not going to have any physical after-effects." Before leaving, he looked at them, seriously. "She's going to need your support when she'll wake up. I hope she can count on you."
Krystal watched him leave, without really seeing him. She didn't know what to say, or do. She almost lost her best friend twice in the same day. Those two times, Misty had been saved by those two strangers. She would never find the words to thank them like they deserve it. When the doctor was out of sight, she sat on a chair, feeling all the weight of the world on her shoulder. Her eyes looked up, meeting Ash's ones, and then Brock's. "I suppose you didn't plan to pass the night in a hospital…I'm sorry. It's probably not very fun…"
Brock smiled. "Don't worry. If it bothered us, we'd be gone long ago." He glanced at Ash who slowly nodded. "I think we'll stay until she feels better."
Tbc…
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