Deep in The Pit
What can I say? I know that what I did was wrong. I was deep in the pit of darkness. I didn't really REALIZE what I was doing. It made me short of shiver when I looked back the first time. The first time I remembered what it was really like.
Everyone knows that when you're a human, you take responsibility for everything your Pokemon does. I didn't really know how right they were.
I was having a battle with some guy who started punching me. It wasn't really "a battle". It was more like "I had the Pokemon and I was going to get revenge".
The darkness that I saw, it was like something new was inside me. Well, I can sure say that I'd never felt anything like it before. I mean, I felt powerful at the time. I really wasn't though. I knew that I would soon have revenge, but somewhere in my head, I kept on telling myself this was just…wrong!
The guy begged me – stood at my feet – hoping to make me give in. I didn't. I just called on Charizard and commanded it to use Fire Spin.
By the time the attack finished, I realized what just happened.
I stared at the still, charred body, a tear rolling down my cheek. Was this really me? Is this the same person who cared for the sick a year ago? What have I become?
I stared at the body for a few minutes. I felt sick. I looked up and I saw the sky, spinning, in the dark. I fell to the ground, crying, curled into a massive ball. Was this really me? I called back the Charizard, whose expression asked me what he had done wrong. He didn't do anything wrong. He did what I wanted to do.
I fell asleep, hoping to never wake up, to just leave this world that I had ruined.
I had taken a life from this world. It was wrong. Plain old wrong. But my wish never came true. I was alive when I woke up, yawning in the sunlight.
I though that everything was just a dream – until I saw it. The body, eyes open, staring at me hovering over it. I punched it with my fist, hoping maybe he was still alive, still able to wake up again.
At first, nothing happened. But an hour later, I swear, it moved. Even if it did though, I buried him, alive or dead.
I called out my Geodude, ordering him to help me place the body in the pit, and to help me put the dirt back in the hole.
Instead, I was pushed into the pit. My Geodude was angry, although he always was.
I never, once, called him my friend. I never, once, called him out for anything. I now that I did, it was just more work.
Before Geodude started throwing dirt into the pit, I called it back. I knew that I could count on my Pidgeotto though.
I called the winged Pokemon out and asked it if maybe it could fly me to the top of the pit.
It just turned its back on me and before it could fly away, I called it back.
I called on my trusty Charizard. He could barely fit, but he was the one that carried me to the top of the pit, and onto the ground.
I began talking, asking questions about why no one seemed to like me. To my surprise, I got an answer. And not just the Pokemon talk either. The human language.
"Each of them know what you did, Michael. Every one of them. The only reason I'm still your friend is because last night, when you gave me those orders, I knew it wasn't you. The normal you would just talk to the guy. Not you this time…"
"So you knew that… I didn't have a clue what I was doing? You knew that I saw the darkness?"
"Whoa! Whoa!" Charizard said. "I never sa…"
"But… Never mind then." I was in a slump, and not one of those, "Oh, I'm so overjoyed that I'm pooped" slump.
I swear, this slump, this was a bad slump. Then I realized that I had a TALKING Charizard.
"When did you learn to talk?" I asked my beloved Pokemon.
"Oh, last night. Some guy behind me was talking about you being dark and all…" the Pokemon replied.
"I'm DARK?" I cried, holding my head in confusion. I looked like a bigger version of Psyduck!
"I…guess. Well, maybe you have special powers! And maybe we haveta find out the light descendant person!"
"Wait a second here… How do you know all this?" I asked the big Pokemon, wondering if maybe this was a coincidence.
"Oh, I was born knowing everything, really. I was born being the dark descendant of Scaturlo. I knew the future, up until now. I was born knowing what to say until up until now, and now I really don't know anything to say."
"YOU KNEW!?!?!?! I can't believe it. All this time and you knew! What's our mission? What am I supposed to do? What AM I?" I yelled in confusion. "What…?"
"Calm down, you! You're a Pokemon. Okay? You're the first dark descendant. I'm the second, your brother. In a day, you will be transforming, taking the lives of your Pokemon. I have already told them all, and you will get little messages from the Pokemon sometimes. They will talk to you. They will know."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I am positively sure." The Charizard said to me. "Oh, and my name is ShadowLurker. And yours is Serene. I am a girl. You are a boy. You are a Charizard like me. Got it now?"
"Yeah, I got it."
And that's how I'm a Charizard. This evil Charizard. Well, we're not really EVIL. It's just our descendant that's evil. We have a mission that we won't fulfill. We will find the light descendant and become… well I'm not sure yet. I really am not sure.
To be continued…
What can I say? I know that what I did was wrong. I was deep in the pit of darkness. I didn't really REALIZE what I was doing. It made me short of shiver when I looked back the first time. The first time I remembered what it was really like.
Everyone knows that when you're a human, you take responsibility for everything your Pokemon does. I didn't really know how right they were.
I was having a battle with some guy who started punching me. It wasn't really "a battle". It was more like "I had the Pokemon and I was going to get revenge".
The darkness that I saw, it was like something new was inside me. Well, I can sure say that I'd never felt anything like it before. I mean, I felt powerful at the time. I really wasn't though. I knew that I would soon have revenge, but somewhere in my head, I kept on telling myself this was just…wrong!
The guy begged me – stood at my feet – hoping to make me give in. I didn't. I just called on Charizard and commanded it to use Fire Spin.
By the time the attack finished, I realized what just happened.
I stared at the still, charred body, a tear rolling down my cheek. Was this really me? Is this the same person who cared for the sick a year ago? What have I become?
I stared at the body for a few minutes. I felt sick. I looked up and I saw the sky, spinning, in the dark. I fell to the ground, crying, curled into a massive ball. Was this really me? I called back the Charizard, whose expression asked me what he had done wrong. He didn't do anything wrong. He did what I wanted to do.
I fell asleep, hoping to never wake up, to just leave this world that I had ruined.
I had taken a life from this world. It was wrong. Plain old wrong. But my wish never came true. I was alive when I woke up, yawning in the sunlight.
I though that everything was just a dream – until I saw it. The body, eyes open, staring at me hovering over it. I punched it with my fist, hoping maybe he was still alive, still able to wake up again.
At first, nothing happened. But an hour later, I swear, it moved. Even if it did though, I buried him, alive or dead.
I called out my Geodude, ordering him to help me place the body in the pit, and to help me put the dirt back in the hole.
Instead, I was pushed into the pit. My Geodude was angry, although he always was.
I never, once, called him my friend. I never, once, called him out for anything. I now that I did, it was just more work.
Before Geodude started throwing dirt into the pit, I called it back. I knew that I could count on my Pidgeotto though.
I called the winged Pokemon out and asked it if maybe it could fly me to the top of the pit.
It just turned its back on me and before it could fly away, I called it back.
I called on my trusty Charizard. He could barely fit, but he was the one that carried me to the top of the pit, and onto the ground.
I began talking, asking questions about why no one seemed to like me. To my surprise, I got an answer. And not just the Pokemon talk either. The human language.
"Each of them know what you did, Michael. Every one of them. The only reason I'm still your friend is because last night, when you gave me those orders, I knew it wasn't you. The normal you would just talk to the guy. Not you this time…"
"So you knew that… I didn't have a clue what I was doing? You knew that I saw the darkness?"
"Whoa! Whoa!" Charizard said. "I never sa…"
"But… Never mind then." I was in a slump, and not one of those, "Oh, I'm so overjoyed that I'm pooped" slump.
I swear, this slump, this was a bad slump. Then I realized that I had a TALKING Charizard.
"When did you learn to talk?" I asked my beloved Pokemon.
"Oh, last night. Some guy behind me was talking about you being dark and all…" the Pokemon replied.
"I'm DARK?" I cried, holding my head in confusion. I looked like a bigger version of Psyduck!
"I…guess. Well, maybe you have special powers! And maybe we haveta find out the light descendant person!"
"Wait a second here… How do you know all this?" I asked the big Pokemon, wondering if maybe this was a coincidence.
"Oh, I was born knowing everything, really. I was born being the dark descendant of Scaturlo. I knew the future, up until now. I was born knowing what to say until up until now, and now I really don't know anything to say."
"YOU KNEW!?!?!?! I can't believe it. All this time and you knew! What's our mission? What am I supposed to do? What AM I?" I yelled in confusion. "What…?"
"Calm down, you! You're a Pokemon. Okay? You're the first dark descendant. I'm the second, your brother. In a day, you will be transforming, taking the lives of your Pokemon. I have already told them all, and you will get little messages from the Pokemon sometimes. They will talk to you. They will know."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I am positively sure." The Charizard said to me. "Oh, and my name is ShadowLurker. And yours is Serene. I am a girl. You are a boy. You are a Charizard like me. Got it now?"
"Yeah, I got it."
And that's how I'm a Charizard. This evil Charizard. Well, we're not really EVIL. It's just our descendant that's evil. We have a mission that we won't fulfill. We will find the light descendant and become… well I'm not sure yet. I really am not sure.
To be continued…