Chapter #13

Sleeping in that cold, small cell was always difficult. Raichu always stayed close to me to keep me warm and a bit more comfortable. Andy and I hardly spoke to each other though. Mainly because we spent most of our time just thinking about our lives and what had become of them.

I looked down at my wristwatch and watched at the little hands ticked clockwise and make little beeping sounds. I sighed and hugged my knees to my chest, resting my forehead on them. Raichu was curled up being me, sleeping as usual. My wound was healing a bit everyday, but it still hurt a lot. By now, I was used to it though. I had been through a lot of pain so it didn't bother me too much. Everyday a different sorry excuse for a doctor would come in and check on it. Then he would give us some cheep food and give us our daily shots. We still didn't know why we had to have them.

As I thought to myself about my mother whom I still loved with all my heart, I heard the sound of footsteps down the hallway, heading towards our cell. I didn't bother to look up as he stopped infront of our enclosure. He then banged on the metal bars with a gun, "Hey!" He growled. Andy and I looked up and over to him, "You got a visitor." He said.

"Probably Mason," Andy muttered angrily, "who else would visit?" I looked over to her as she looked away. I sighed and looked back to the bars to see someone I never expected to see ever again in my life. It was my mother.

I paused for a moment and literally stopped breathing, "Mother?" I choked out and I scrambled to get up and ran to the bars. The Kilinda had left us so we could talk. "What are you doing here?" I asked in a whisper, I didn't want to get too much attention from anyone else who could be around.

My mother looked down me with her navy-blue eyes, which were filled with tears of grief. Her long, flowing black hair was a mess. I could tell she had been horribly worried about me since the last time I saw her at the pokemon center. "Seadra," she sighed as she caressed my cheek, "Oh god I'm so sorry" she sobbed as tears began to flow down her cheeks. "Seadra" she trailed off, her voice was shaking.

I held my mother's hand in my own, squeezing it tightly. "Mother" I choked, I could feel myself start to cry again as my eyes filled with hot tears. "Why are you here? It's dangerous You know that." I whispered. Like me, she was a Rukonian. She was in great danger just by being there.

My mother nodded, "Yes, Seadra, I know, I know its dangerous to be here" She sighed. "But I had to see you one more time." I paused, one more time? What did that mean? I didn't even have to ask for she continued on, "People are becoming suspicious I think they know what I am now, Seadra. I'm going to flee the country and go somewhere where Rukonians aren't hated and where I will be safe There's a huge outbreak now People who aren't Rukonians are even being captured and killed It's just horrible now" By now, she was crying out waterfalls of tears. I did my best to wipe them away.

"Please" I pleaded, "Don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry," I whimpered as she continued to cry her heart out. It was then I noticed red marks on her neck and cuts on her arms. I paused for a moment, knowing these were not the kind of marks you would get by any accident. Someone, a male, made them. I knew it was my father. No wonder my mother was leaving—my father knew she was a Rukonian. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Seadra," my mother started as she reached into her pocket of her leather jacket. She then brought out a pendent. The chain was made of pure gold and it sparkled as the dim lights shawn onto it. It also had a mysterious-looking jewel on it. It was a light blue color with what almost appeared to be a tiny feather inside of it. The jewel was in the shape of a teardrop and had gold on both ends of the delicate stone. "This," my mother continued, "has been passed down our family for generations. It symbolizes the spirits of our ancestors." She then took my hand and put it into it and closed it, "Take it. It was given to me by my grandmother and now I will pass it down to you. One day, Seadra, you will give it to your own grand daughter." She said in a soft, comforting voice. "Put it on, I want to see it."

With tears in my eyes, I excepted the precious necklace from my mother and put it around my neck. It fit on easily and I looked down at it as the precious stone resting against my chest. "Thank you, mother. I will give it to my grand daughter one day I promise you that." I smiled slightly.

My mother finally smiled back. "It looks good on you. Keep it on, it will bring you good luck. It will let everything go right. Your ancestors will protect you." She said as her smile became bigger. I nodded. Then, there was a silence. We were quiet for what seemed like hours. Finally, my mother spoke up, "I should go," she sighed as her tears began to come back, "I have to leave the country before I am caught"

I looked down and nodded, "I understand." I whispered as I held the stone on my new necklace in my hands. "I promise you this stone will be handed down from generation to generation for as long as our family blood line is alive."

Again, my mother smiled. "Thank you" she whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She then pulled me into the bars of my cell and attempted to hug me. Crying on her shoulder, I hugged back tightly. "I love you, my daughter" She whispered by my ear, "Never forget who and what you are." She said.

I nodded, "I promise."

My mother smiled and ran a hand through my hair one more time. She then sighed and got up and walked away. I wished I could just break down the bars infront of me and run to my mother and stay with her forever. My mother was so important to me, she loved me more than anything, and I loved her more than anything. It just seemed so unfair that we had to be separated. Once she was out of view, I leaned my head against the bars and started to cry again, holding the stone on my new pendent with one hand, holding it close to my heart. Andy walked up to me from behind and rubbed my back while holding me close to her. Everything was falling apart for us. Everything.


A few hours after my mother left, Carol was lead to our cell by a Kilinda. He was pushing her the whole day and cursing at her crudely. She never attempted to fight back though. Her skin was pale, her eyes had dark rings under them, and her hair was a mess. She had the saddest eyes on her face I had ever seen in my entire life. She looked absolutely miserable, she looked like a lost child with nothing left in her life. But there was one problem, that was what she was.

"Get in there!" The male growled as he shoved Carol into our cell. She hit the concrete floor hard, scratching her arm she landed on. There were tears in her reddened eyes and she didn't seem to be in physical pain—it was more emotional pain.

The man then slammed the bared door shut and walked out, leaving Andy, Carol and I alone with only our pokemon. Carol held two pokeballs in one hand. I knew one was Lapras and the other was Sunflora. Andy got up from the wooden bench she always sat on and kneeled down beside Carol, helping her up. "Carol? Are you okay, kid?" She asked with a concerned tone. "Did they hurt you badly?"

Carol shook her head and got up, "No" She sobbed as she wiped away some of her tears onto her gloved hand. I didn't say anything as she sat down by the wall and leaned against it. She seemed skinner than she used to be—a lot skinner. I remembered reading about depression once or twice. I could tell from the way Carol was behaving and knowing most of what she had been through, I knew she was probably in one. I remembered books saying that if a depression is not treated, it won't go away and will just get worse as time progresses. It seemed obvious to me that the attempted therapy for Carol hadn't worked at all. She looked much worse than Andy told me before they took her away.

Andy sat down onto her bench again. She didn't say anything to Carol. It felt awkward to be in the same place as the two without anyone talking or saying a word. I felt uneasy like that. I then decided to break the silence, "Carol," I started. I was still holding the stone on my necklace my mother had given me close to my chest. Carol looked over to me. There were steams of tears running down her cheeks. "Want to sit here?" I asked. I was sitting on the bed I had been on for a couple days. I wasn't able to move around much because of my injury, but there was room for someone else to sit there.

Carol shook her head, "No thanks I just want to be alone." She murmured as she looked down at Victoria's Sunflora's pokeball. I knew she was thinking about her that very moment.

"Look," I sighed, "You can't let yourself be swallowed up over this." I said using a voice that mixed gentle with strict. Carol looked at me, paying attention to what I was saying to her. "Not that long ago my own mother came by, gave me this pendent then left. I'll never see her again. Never. And I'll have no way of knowing if she'll be okay." I said, trying to make her realize that I was in an even worse situation than her. She just nodded, but I doubted she even cared. I knew what I was saying wasn't working, so I spoke from my heart, "Carol, Victoria wouldn't want any of us to end up suffering. She would never want you to be so miserable Do her a favor and try to be happy. She sacrificed herself for you, now it's your turn to pay her back."

Carol paused when I said this. Andy gave me a glare, one that literally screamed "Don't you even dare talking about Victoria infront of Carol! You idiot! Idiot!" Carol's tears stopped flowing and she put down Victoria's pokeball. After a long and tense silence, Carol replied to my statement. "You're right Victoria and my father always told me to never give up. I'm not going to give up. We're going to get out of here and we will live normal lives, just like we're supposed to" She said boldly. I smiled, what I had said hit the spot perfectly. Carol now had a determined look on her face, "We will make Mason pay for what he did."

Andy smiled and nodded, "We will." She said as she stood up. "We will give Mason what he deserves and will live normal lives in a safe place with no hiding, with no fear for what we are. We can't sit around here, wishing for our ideal future to come to us. We must actually get up and make that ideal future real!" Andy shouted. "When a Kilinda comes down to take us up for that pokemon-power testing thing, we will escape. It doesn't matter how many of them there are, or how many are armed, we will fight our way out—or die trying." She said boldly.

Carol nodded, "I agree. I would rather risk my life to escape than live here and suffer. Victoria would want us to do this." She said as she stood up infront of Andy. "Seadra, are you in?" She asked.

The two then looked down at me. I had Raichu in my lap. I looked down at the necklace my mother had given me. I remembered promising her that I would survive long enough to give it to my grand daughter one day in the future. I was risking breaking a promise, but then again, I didn't even know what would happen to us if we stayed there anyways. Reluctantly, I nodded. "I'm in."

Now, we had to plan our escape. We would have to make sure to plan everything correctly or we would risk it failing and us getting ourselves killed. We knew using our pokemon abilities were essential for our escape, and we would have to rely on our pokemon to back us up. Unfortunately, if we were to get out safely, we would have to fly. But we had no way of telling how much our wings had healed since the fight, which took place about a week before. I remembered Andy having a bone penetrate through and hearing one in my wing snap. Fortunately for Carol, she had no serious injuries for hers. We figured we would have to wait until the time came before we could find out if our wings had healed enough. But to make things worse, we didn't even know when the Kilindas had planned to start their research on our pokemon abilities. So we had no idea how much time we had for our wings to heal completely.

We continued patching up our plans for several hours until the doctor came in again. He gave us our shots, checked on my wound and gave us our food. Again, we got plain sandwiches and glasses of plain water. It went by smoothly and quickly, except right before the attempted-doctor walked out, Carol started screaming again, holding her head with her hands and shaking uncontrollably. The man shouted at her to shut up, he was unaware of her psychic visions. She couldn't hear him scream at her to stop. She was totally lost in a vision again. I prayed that it would end soon before something happened. Suddenly, he struck her with the back of his hand to her head, knocking her onto the floor, hard. With a twisted grin on his face, he stepped over her and he left.

Andy checked on her to make sure she was fine. Fortunately, she was. But then she warned us that her vision was about our escape. She didn't know who, but someone was going to die soon. Now, we were even more nervous about the escape. I could only hope that the pendent my mother had given me will give us the strength to help us through our war against the Kilindas.