Chapter Thirteen
Kolya marched into the metal box with no protest. He wasn't going to be allowing anyone the chance to physically mess with him again. The gate clanged behind him and he stared out the thin slates with his pale blue eyes.
The ride was quicker, or it seemed that way. The fight was being held late at night. Damon had explained that they would be fighting by artificial light and the reason for the change was that the police had been sniffing around hoping to catch a fight in action. Because without that concrete evidence they couldn't do anything. That was the first that Kolya knew that what was being done was illegal. Jo, however, quickly squashed any hope of rescue. He assumed it was a bit of pay back for what transpired a few days prior.
They off loaded silently. The crowd was rowdier, more boisterous. Kolya figured that the humans were filled with alcohol and that was why they were that way.
"Okay troops, here's the deal." Damon barked to get their attention. He was pretty much in the same state as he was before the last fight. Except this time he seemed nervous. Not the usual Damon approach to a fight. "I don't know jack sh1t about this team. Not even their name, so we're going in totally f-cking blind. Got that? That means we have to do some hasty planning and get ourselves in order out on the field. Denzel, Karis, and Jo will watch out for each other. Reidar, you are with me this time."
They all nodded and Kolya now had a very good idea of what was making their fearless leader so jumpy. Going in blind was something the electric type absolutely loathed. He liked strategic movements and well planned attacks.
"Nervous?" Karis asked as she stared out through the small slits that looked out on the arena. It was dark out, the lights not having been turned out yet.
A bit. He admitted hoping Jo wasn't paying attention. She would love to get hold of that. He risked a glance over, but she was talking with Denzel, Damon seems pretty edgy and I guess it's rubbing off a bit.
Karis offered a smile, she didn't seem nervous in the slightest. Her finned tail swayed slightly to some internal beat and her eyes remained locked straight forward.
They were silent until the gate clanged up. Kolya shifted over until he was abreast with Damon. The jolteon was growling to himself under his breath and static danced around him forcing the espeon to distance himself a little.
The lights flashed out blinding them momentarily. As they were recovering from the shock the other team launched their assault. Kolya sensed a larger pokemon cutting in from the left side and thanks to Denzel's patient teachings he rolled to avoid it. Sharpening his psychic hearing he honed in listening to the soft disturbance the other creature made in the finely sifted sand.
Throwing a test blast of energy he was rewarded with a small grunt of pain. Too small it seemed, but he tossed that aside focusing on clearing his eyes. He realized he needed to train his other senses more. Vision was his main sense and he overused it making him helpless when blinded.
Clearing his eyesight he was confronted with a short, dark blob. As it fully cleared he realized the blob had golden rings and vengeful ruby eyes.
Tynan gave him a fully feral smile making sure to show all his knife-sharp fangs. Kolya's eyes widened at the implications and he turned slightly for help. He couldn't take on a dark type alone. It was impossible. Not to mention that Tynan looked like he would just love to render his former teammate limb from limb. Probably disembowel him while he was alive with his razor fangs then stomp in his guts with blunted claws.
Backing up and keeping one keen eye on the vicious umbreon he searched for aid.
He came across Damon first. The jolteon was skillfully dodging around a large golem. The rock pokemon howled in frustration before curling into a heavy, solid ball of spine severing destruction. Damon snarled dancing away, but not fast enough. The boulder rolled over one of his front paws crushing it. Hissing with pain Damon leapt aside as the rock made another pass. Favoring his paw he raced towards a cluster of jagged rocks.
Kolya realized the jolteon would be lucky if he could help himself and come out alive. Next he hit on Jo. The female fire type was doing her best to shield herself from a powerful water move. As her flames hit the cold liquid there was a hiss and a thick cloud of evaporated water. It obscured the field around the two combatants making it difficult to see. Jo, losing all semblance of patience, rushed the figure in the fog only to be jumped on from behind. She screamed in pain as she was drenched in ice-cold water.
Karis yelled something to her, but the flareon didn't notice. Suddenly a manelectric slid easily out of the fog hitting the soaked flareon and Karis with a painful pulse of electricity. The smell of sizzled fur filled the air and most of Jo's tail was gone, the rest burnt and black.
Kolya instinctively lashed out as Tynan rushed him. His hit belted the umbreon across the muzzle diverting the dark type's planned attack. Instead of sinking his fangs into Kolya's jugular he pierced the muscles that covered his shoulder. For the second time that battle he was blinded, this time with indescribable pain. Tynan's bite hit too close to the original one dished out by the houndoom. The sensitive flesh was easily overtaken as the poison entered his system.
Craning his neck around Kolya grabbed hold of the dark type with his own fangs. Catching hold of the other's long, ringed ear he chomped down. The texture in his mouth was appalling and warm, coppery blood seeped down clogging his throat. He flared his nose trying to breath much needed oxygen while still maintaining his hold. The umbreon made a soundless protest and with one swift jerk he freed himself leaving half his ear in between Kolya's teeth.
Before Kolya could move he was pinned. The sand was cool on the surface where the evening cold had stuck and it was grinding into his coat unmercifully.
Snarling he levered up with all four paws hoping desperately to catch Tynan off guard. He knew from the moment he set eyes on the vengeful dark type that there was no way he could win. The other was a seasoned campaigner with not only experience, but prior exposure to Kolya and his moves.
Then it clicked. Tynan knew everything before he left. That did not include Denzel's coaching. Would a week's training be enough to get him out though? He was determined to find it. This could be his only chance to escape alive if not unscathed.
Tynan, so how do you like it on the other side? Kolya did his best to sneer. He was sure that it was a pitiful attempt and that Jo would die laughing, but it served its purpose. He could see that Tynan was angered by his comment. Too bad you couldn't stay on the team. No misses you one bit though. But you don't mind that, do you? You're not the social type, more a loner. Or the outcast actually.
Tynan's ruby eyes filmed over leaving nothing but pure animal instinct. Madness danced gleefully across the expanded pupils and deep irises. Tynan was totally unleashed and Kolya realized what he was going to do next and where he had seen that look before. Silently he prayed his gamble would be rewarded in a good way. If not, there would be nothing left of him.
As the power rushed to and around Tynan Kolya focused on something that he and Denzel had been working on. It required a lot of effort and if he succeeded he was be completely drained, and totally helpless. If it failed he wouldn't have to worry about it at all. He'd be nothing but minced meat.
Blades of wind sliced across Kolya's body ruffling his fur and creating shallow cuts. Warm, sticky blood covered his long, lavender coat and run off his legs staining the white sand.
Slowly, carefully he summoned power of his own. It wouldn't do to tip the insane dark type off to his plan, although he seriously doubted Tynan would notice. He was so deep within his fury.
His elemental gift seeped into him. After a week's training it was still difficult to concentrate, especially with the distraction before him now. He shoved that aside grimly.
His head jerked up as he heard Tynan unleash his devastating wind attack. His body screamed to be loosed and when the lithe umbreon jumped out of the way of the wind attack it rolled.
I'm not ready! I'm not ready! That single thought burned into his brain repeating like a death mantra. It smothered his mind in a blind panic. He hadn't gathered nearly enough power to do what was needed. The wind would tear and tease until he was nothing more than cleaved flesh and bone. Would anyone miss him or would he pass into obscurity unnoticed?
He couldn't give in so easily. Wouldn't. His trick would just have to work. He wouldn't think about how it was only half complete or that Tynan had plenty of time and ire to whip up some hurricane worthy winds.
Fear could dog his thoughts, but a battle wasn't the time for long, drawn out thinking. It called for lightning decisions and even faster reflexes.
Throwing up the shield forcefully at the last moment he shut his eyes willing it to be enough. Power coursed through he pouring into the psychic barrier he had erected. He could feel coarse vibrations running though the power line back to the source and the winds scraped across the very tangible surface of elemental mind power. It grated and screeched like a mythological harpy lusting for life, for blood.
Suddenly the barrier burst like an over pressured dam that had reached its breaking point. Power spilled every direction. Some of the shield had taken the form of glass-like shards, some as much as an inch long. They sang through the torrent of air only to be caught up in the whirlwind around Tynan.
He stared, panting heavily, at the eye of the storm. He either thought that the sharp shards couldn't hurt him because they were psychically powered, or it hadn't dawned on him that his very own winds were driving them towards his body.
A backlash of wind power slammed into Kolya sending him soaring through the air. He gritted his teeth and forced his body to relax. He had to relax or the stiffness would simply compound the pain of his landing.
His shoulder screamed even though he landed first on the other side before rolling another few feet away. Breathing had become difficult and Kolya suspected that the abuse dealt to his body had broken a few ribs. Cracked them at least. The darkness was spreading causing chills to ripple through his already pain-wracked flesh. Even with the distress his body was putting out he staggered to his feet never taking his pale eyes off the umbreon. This wasn't over.
He concentrated blocking out everything. It was a skill that he wasn't too handy at, having just been introduced to it a few days prior. It all came down to his curiosity. He noted Denzel often tucked himself away in a corner after dinner to sit silently with his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. He felt odd about asking yet the eevee had no qualms about answering his unspoken question. And that was how he learned about mediation.
Marshalling his remaining energies he directed them into the shards causing them to glow brightly, charged with violet energy. Unconsciously he narrowed his eyes recalling his conversation with Karis earlier. Could he still say he didn't hate Tynan? No, he didn't hate him, but perhaps he should. Emotions tended to fuel desire and right now he desired to live.
All at once he let the floodgates up. All the emotions he had repressed came tearing out threatening to engulf him. Some were relevantly fresh. Left over rage from Jo's teasing; resentment at Damon's occasional high-handedness; jealousy over Denzel's abilities. Others were bitterly old and rather than dying with age they had grown more powerful. Frustration at his social inept coupled with a fierce, cold disapproval of the world in general. The feeling of being left out something, something important that everyone else seemed to enjoy so thoroughly. His utter lack of communication in his youth. His inner thoughts consuming him with no relief and no shut down. Going going going. Lastly, the feelings of being used and abused for Tynan's own gain.
An unearthly howl tore from his throat whipping it raw and chilling all within hearing distance. He didn't notice that the rest of the battles had paused or that Tynan seemed to lose his nerve. He didn't notice the human crowd had stopped its bloodthirsty cheering. All that mattered was his target. The one that would allow him to vent out the white-hot rage that fired his vein, the blood red one that claimed his mind, all of his mind. Ration and logic were gone replaced with lust and revenge.
His body was slower than he would have liked, but part of him acknowledged that it was to be expected. He had sustained injuries after all.
His paws skimmed lightly over the sand with no sensation and his blood poured out even faster with the strain and movement. That didn't matter. It would be dealt with later. Later. Now was where he was and now was what he was going to deal with. The past and future were fuzzy at best. There was no clear definition, no conciseness. They were unimportant.
The shards began to flutter as Tynan's wind failed. His ruby eyes were darting back and forth seeking escape. He had come to kill, not be killed. It didn't matter because nothing could save him now.
Kolya directed his shards to take advantage of the flagging wind. They pelted down at the terrified dark type slicing him much in the same way his wind blades had done to others. Their razor, double edges skimmed skin creating stinging wounds that bleed profusely. Thin slices of skin hung lose from the actual flesh of the body fluttering limply as the wind died to a breeze before fading all together.
The next moments Kolya felt like he was outside of himself. Like someone else was controlling his body as he slid forward taking the frightened dark type by the throat. Someone else was slowly crushing the fragile windpipe with just enough pressure and someone else made the sudden jerk that tore Tynan's thin neck open in a shower of crimson liquid.
Then it was him drenched in blood from his ears to his feathery tail. Bitter, copper taste flooded his senses gagging him. The slick liquid poured down his throat, invaded his nose. Choking in horror at what he had done and the amount of liquid actually making it hard for him to breath he stumbled back. His most recent meal lurched in his stomach.
His first kill. The first time he had taken life. Not completely true, however, he had been under the illusion that after his evolution he had become new. It was a chance to erase his time as a wild eevee. Obviously that was all mental glamour and he had believed in it. Now it was shattered. Maybe his lost memories would now come. Plague him with his misdoings or chide his stupidity. He would remember how cold he had been, how distant.
"What happened to him?" He heard a small voice ask. Karis. He knew it was her. She, along with his teammates, was probably shocked beyond belief. Maybe they'd want nothing to do with him. He had behaved just as Tynan had.
"He's a berserker, I never would have guessed." Jo said dryly. There was a shuffle and he cringed away. There was a sigh, "Heh, guess it's the first time that's ever happened. Well, they'll call the match so we'd better thank him."
He hid his face in his paws trying to scrub the taint off him. All he felt like he was doing was grinding the sin deeper into his pores. Frustrated and frantic he thrashed around in the sand paying no heed to the grinding sand or his injuries.
"Woah, woah, stop that!" Jo hissed, at him he presumed. "No need to make it worse."
"Reidar, please stop." Karis begged.
He paused and that was all it took for Jo and Damon to pin him down. Jolts of electricity sparked his skin lightly and warmth burned on his other side. He made no protest as they dragged his limp body back to their starting gate.
"It'll be okay. Katy will fix you up." Damon reassured in an oddly out of character gesture.
"The humans called the fight." Denzel observed, "Just as Jyotika said they would. I imagine this sort of thing does not happen that often."
"Good for them." Jo groused.
Kolya let the blackness overtake him for the trip back home.
Three A's, a C, and PDBF: Thank you. I hope dinner was nice, I should be eating breakfast, not doing my reviews ^__^
Coffee Luv: Eh heh, ignore me. I like to tease ^.^ *raises eyebrow* Uh yeah. A replacement... I dunno, maybe? There I go, teasing again! My Silver version has 125 eevees/eeveelutions :D
Joeyz girl: Oh yes, he just hides it well. You can't say Jo wasn't pushing and prodding him tho. Glad you like Denzel.
Melchior the Mewthree: *grins* Ah yes, I've found public enemy #1 of all homophones, dam and damn. Dam is for big, ugly, dark brown rodents with buck teeth and flat tails. Damn is for pissed off being who feel like telling the whole world. Beat the crap out of them YES. I usually find them in other people's stuff ^__^;; But pointing them out wouldn't be nice.
Paladin Dragoon: I know, you can't make faces like ^^;; something about the semi-colons cut things off. It's done it to me so many times! *fumes* Usually when my review is VERY long.
Pheonix Rising: To a varying degree ^^ I like weird pokemon. This fic is kind of odd, because usually I drag in the legendaries, hehe. One time I had Celebi go psycho, the was so much fun! Er, yeah. *chokes* My OC are NEVER Mary-Sues, they're usually the opposite O.o;; Kite's an anti-social prude who is all apologetic (esp. when she lights someone on fire *accidently*), but no smiles. Kikisha is a cold b-iatch who hides behind a mask of not giving a *damn* about anyone. Grins, and yours isn't a Mary-Sue at all.
Kolya marched into the metal box with no protest. He wasn't going to be allowing anyone the chance to physically mess with him again. The gate clanged behind him and he stared out the thin slates with his pale blue eyes.
The ride was quicker, or it seemed that way. The fight was being held late at night. Damon had explained that they would be fighting by artificial light and the reason for the change was that the police had been sniffing around hoping to catch a fight in action. Because without that concrete evidence they couldn't do anything. That was the first that Kolya knew that what was being done was illegal. Jo, however, quickly squashed any hope of rescue. He assumed it was a bit of pay back for what transpired a few days prior.
They off loaded silently. The crowd was rowdier, more boisterous. Kolya figured that the humans were filled with alcohol and that was why they were that way.
"Okay troops, here's the deal." Damon barked to get their attention. He was pretty much in the same state as he was before the last fight. Except this time he seemed nervous. Not the usual Damon approach to a fight. "I don't know jack sh1t about this team. Not even their name, so we're going in totally f-cking blind. Got that? That means we have to do some hasty planning and get ourselves in order out on the field. Denzel, Karis, and Jo will watch out for each other. Reidar, you are with me this time."
They all nodded and Kolya now had a very good idea of what was making their fearless leader so jumpy. Going in blind was something the electric type absolutely loathed. He liked strategic movements and well planned attacks.
"Nervous?" Karis asked as she stared out through the small slits that looked out on the arena. It was dark out, the lights not having been turned out yet.
A bit. He admitted hoping Jo wasn't paying attention. She would love to get hold of that. He risked a glance over, but she was talking with Denzel, Damon seems pretty edgy and I guess it's rubbing off a bit.
Karis offered a smile, she didn't seem nervous in the slightest. Her finned tail swayed slightly to some internal beat and her eyes remained locked straight forward.
They were silent until the gate clanged up. Kolya shifted over until he was abreast with Damon. The jolteon was growling to himself under his breath and static danced around him forcing the espeon to distance himself a little.
The lights flashed out blinding them momentarily. As they were recovering from the shock the other team launched their assault. Kolya sensed a larger pokemon cutting in from the left side and thanks to Denzel's patient teachings he rolled to avoid it. Sharpening his psychic hearing he honed in listening to the soft disturbance the other creature made in the finely sifted sand.
Throwing a test blast of energy he was rewarded with a small grunt of pain. Too small it seemed, but he tossed that aside focusing on clearing his eyes. He realized he needed to train his other senses more. Vision was his main sense and he overused it making him helpless when blinded.
Clearing his eyesight he was confronted with a short, dark blob. As it fully cleared he realized the blob had golden rings and vengeful ruby eyes.
Tynan gave him a fully feral smile making sure to show all his knife-sharp fangs. Kolya's eyes widened at the implications and he turned slightly for help. He couldn't take on a dark type alone. It was impossible. Not to mention that Tynan looked like he would just love to render his former teammate limb from limb. Probably disembowel him while he was alive with his razor fangs then stomp in his guts with blunted claws.
Backing up and keeping one keen eye on the vicious umbreon he searched for aid.
He came across Damon first. The jolteon was skillfully dodging around a large golem. The rock pokemon howled in frustration before curling into a heavy, solid ball of spine severing destruction. Damon snarled dancing away, but not fast enough. The boulder rolled over one of his front paws crushing it. Hissing with pain Damon leapt aside as the rock made another pass. Favoring his paw he raced towards a cluster of jagged rocks.
Kolya realized the jolteon would be lucky if he could help himself and come out alive. Next he hit on Jo. The female fire type was doing her best to shield herself from a powerful water move. As her flames hit the cold liquid there was a hiss and a thick cloud of evaporated water. It obscured the field around the two combatants making it difficult to see. Jo, losing all semblance of patience, rushed the figure in the fog only to be jumped on from behind. She screamed in pain as she was drenched in ice-cold water.
Karis yelled something to her, but the flareon didn't notice. Suddenly a manelectric slid easily out of the fog hitting the soaked flareon and Karis with a painful pulse of electricity. The smell of sizzled fur filled the air and most of Jo's tail was gone, the rest burnt and black.
Kolya instinctively lashed out as Tynan rushed him. His hit belted the umbreon across the muzzle diverting the dark type's planned attack. Instead of sinking his fangs into Kolya's jugular he pierced the muscles that covered his shoulder. For the second time that battle he was blinded, this time with indescribable pain. Tynan's bite hit too close to the original one dished out by the houndoom. The sensitive flesh was easily overtaken as the poison entered his system.
Craning his neck around Kolya grabbed hold of the dark type with his own fangs. Catching hold of the other's long, ringed ear he chomped down. The texture in his mouth was appalling and warm, coppery blood seeped down clogging his throat. He flared his nose trying to breath much needed oxygen while still maintaining his hold. The umbreon made a soundless protest and with one swift jerk he freed himself leaving half his ear in between Kolya's teeth.
Before Kolya could move he was pinned. The sand was cool on the surface where the evening cold had stuck and it was grinding into his coat unmercifully.
Snarling he levered up with all four paws hoping desperately to catch Tynan off guard. He knew from the moment he set eyes on the vengeful dark type that there was no way he could win. The other was a seasoned campaigner with not only experience, but prior exposure to Kolya and his moves.
Then it clicked. Tynan knew everything before he left. That did not include Denzel's coaching. Would a week's training be enough to get him out though? He was determined to find it. This could be his only chance to escape alive if not unscathed.
Tynan, so how do you like it on the other side? Kolya did his best to sneer. He was sure that it was a pitiful attempt and that Jo would die laughing, but it served its purpose. He could see that Tynan was angered by his comment. Too bad you couldn't stay on the team. No misses you one bit though. But you don't mind that, do you? You're not the social type, more a loner. Or the outcast actually.
Tynan's ruby eyes filmed over leaving nothing but pure animal instinct. Madness danced gleefully across the expanded pupils and deep irises. Tynan was totally unleashed and Kolya realized what he was going to do next and where he had seen that look before. Silently he prayed his gamble would be rewarded in a good way. If not, there would be nothing left of him.
As the power rushed to and around Tynan Kolya focused on something that he and Denzel had been working on. It required a lot of effort and if he succeeded he was be completely drained, and totally helpless. If it failed he wouldn't have to worry about it at all. He'd be nothing but minced meat.
Blades of wind sliced across Kolya's body ruffling his fur and creating shallow cuts. Warm, sticky blood covered his long, lavender coat and run off his legs staining the white sand.
Slowly, carefully he summoned power of his own. It wouldn't do to tip the insane dark type off to his plan, although he seriously doubted Tynan would notice. He was so deep within his fury.
His elemental gift seeped into him. After a week's training it was still difficult to concentrate, especially with the distraction before him now. He shoved that aside grimly.
His head jerked up as he heard Tynan unleash his devastating wind attack. His body screamed to be loosed and when the lithe umbreon jumped out of the way of the wind attack it rolled.
I'm not ready! I'm not ready! That single thought burned into his brain repeating like a death mantra. It smothered his mind in a blind panic. He hadn't gathered nearly enough power to do what was needed. The wind would tear and tease until he was nothing more than cleaved flesh and bone. Would anyone miss him or would he pass into obscurity unnoticed?
He couldn't give in so easily. Wouldn't. His trick would just have to work. He wouldn't think about how it was only half complete or that Tynan had plenty of time and ire to whip up some hurricane worthy winds.
Fear could dog his thoughts, but a battle wasn't the time for long, drawn out thinking. It called for lightning decisions and even faster reflexes.
Throwing up the shield forcefully at the last moment he shut his eyes willing it to be enough. Power coursed through he pouring into the psychic barrier he had erected. He could feel coarse vibrations running though the power line back to the source and the winds scraped across the very tangible surface of elemental mind power. It grated and screeched like a mythological harpy lusting for life, for blood.
Suddenly the barrier burst like an over pressured dam that had reached its breaking point. Power spilled every direction. Some of the shield had taken the form of glass-like shards, some as much as an inch long. They sang through the torrent of air only to be caught up in the whirlwind around Tynan.
He stared, panting heavily, at the eye of the storm. He either thought that the sharp shards couldn't hurt him because they were psychically powered, or it hadn't dawned on him that his very own winds were driving them towards his body.
A backlash of wind power slammed into Kolya sending him soaring through the air. He gritted his teeth and forced his body to relax. He had to relax or the stiffness would simply compound the pain of his landing.
His shoulder screamed even though he landed first on the other side before rolling another few feet away. Breathing had become difficult and Kolya suspected that the abuse dealt to his body had broken a few ribs. Cracked them at least. The darkness was spreading causing chills to ripple through his already pain-wracked flesh. Even with the distress his body was putting out he staggered to his feet never taking his pale eyes off the umbreon. This wasn't over.
He concentrated blocking out everything. It was a skill that he wasn't too handy at, having just been introduced to it a few days prior. It all came down to his curiosity. He noted Denzel often tucked himself away in a corner after dinner to sit silently with his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. He felt odd about asking yet the eevee had no qualms about answering his unspoken question. And that was how he learned about mediation.
Marshalling his remaining energies he directed them into the shards causing them to glow brightly, charged with violet energy. Unconsciously he narrowed his eyes recalling his conversation with Karis earlier. Could he still say he didn't hate Tynan? No, he didn't hate him, but perhaps he should. Emotions tended to fuel desire and right now he desired to live.
All at once he let the floodgates up. All the emotions he had repressed came tearing out threatening to engulf him. Some were relevantly fresh. Left over rage from Jo's teasing; resentment at Damon's occasional high-handedness; jealousy over Denzel's abilities. Others were bitterly old and rather than dying with age they had grown more powerful. Frustration at his social inept coupled with a fierce, cold disapproval of the world in general. The feeling of being left out something, something important that everyone else seemed to enjoy so thoroughly. His utter lack of communication in his youth. His inner thoughts consuming him with no relief and no shut down. Going going going. Lastly, the feelings of being used and abused for Tynan's own gain.
An unearthly howl tore from his throat whipping it raw and chilling all within hearing distance. He didn't notice that the rest of the battles had paused or that Tynan seemed to lose his nerve. He didn't notice the human crowd had stopped its bloodthirsty cheering. All that mattered was his target. The one that would allow him to vent out the white-hot rage that fired his vein, the blood red one that claimed his mind, all of his mind. Ration and logic were gone replaced with lust and revenge.
His body was slower than he would have liked, but part of him acknowledged that it was to be expected. He had sustained injuries after all.
His paws skimmed lightly over the sand with no sensation and his blood poured out even faster with the strain and movement. That didn't matter. It would be dealt with later. Later. Now was where he was and now was what he was going to deal with. The past and future were fuzzy at best. There was no clear definition, no conciseness. They were unimportant.
The shards began to flutter as Tynan's wind failed. His ruby eyes were darting back and forth seeking escape. He had come to kill, not be killed. It didn't matter because nothing could save him now.
Kolya directed his shards to take advantage of the flagging wind. They pelted down at the terrified dark type slicing him much in the same way his wind blades had done to others. Their razor, double edges skimmed skin creating stinging wounds that bleed profusely. Thin slices of skin hung lose from the actual flesh of the body fluttering limply as the wind died to a breeze before fading all together.
The next moments Kolya felt like he was outside of himself. Like someone else was controlling his body as he slid forward taking the frightened dark type by the throat. Someone else was slowly crushing the fragile windpipe with just enough pressure and someone else made the sudden jerk that tore Tynan's thin neck open in a shower of crimson liquid.
Then it was him drenched in blood from his ears to his feathery tail. Bitter, copper taste flooded his senses gagging him. The slick liquid poured down his throat, invaded his nose. Choking in horror at what he had done and the amount of liquid actually making it hard for him to breath he stumbled back. His most recent meal lurched in his stomach.
His first kill. The first time he had taken life. Not completely true, however, he had been under the illusion that after his evolution he had become new. It was a chance to erase his time as a wild eevee. Obviously that was all mental glamour and he had believed in it. Now it was shattered. Maybe his lost memories would now come. Plague him with his misdoings or chide his stupidity. He would remember how cold he had been, how distant.
"What happened to him?" He heard a small voice ask. Karis. He knew it was her. She, along with his teammates, was probably shocked beyond belief. Maybe they'd want nothing to do with him. He had behaved just as Tynan had.
"He's a berserker, I never would have guessed." Jo said dryly. There was a shuffle and he cringed away. There was a sigh, "Heh, guess it's the first time that's ever happened. Well, they'll call the match so we'd better thank him."
He hid his face in his paws trying to scrub the taint off him. All he felt like he was doing was grinding the sin deeper into his pores. Frustrated and frantic he thrashed around in the sand paying no heed to the grinding sand or his injuries.
"Woah, woah, stop that!" Jo hissed, at him he presumed. "No need to make it worse."
"Reidar, please stop." Karis begged.
He paused and that was all it took for Jo and Damon to pin him down. Jolts of electricity sparked his skin lightly and warmth burned on his other side. He made no protest as they dragged his limp body back to their starting gate.
"It'll be okay. Katy will fix you up." Damon reassured in an oddly out of character gesture.
"The humans called the fight." Denzel observed, "Just as Jyotika said they would. I imagine this sort of thing does not happen that often."
"Good for them." Jo groused.
Kolya let the blackness overtake him for the trip back home.
Three A's, a C, and PDBF: Thank you. I hope dinner was nice, I should be eating breakfast, not doing my reviews ^__^
Coffee Luv: Eh heh, ignore me. I like to tease ^.^ *raises eyebrow* Uh yeah. A replacement... I dunno, maybe? There I go, teasing again! My Silver version has 125 eevees/eeveelutions :D
Joeyz girl: Oh yes, he just hides it well. You can't say Jo wasn't pushing and prodding him tho. Glad you like Denzel.
Melchior the Mewthree: *grins* Ah yes, I've found public enemy #1 of all homophones, dam and damn. Dam is for big, ugly, dark brown rodents with buck teeth and flat tails. Damn is for pissed off being who feel like telling the whole world. Beat the crap out of them YES. I usually find them in other people's stuff ^__^;; But pointing them out wouldn't be nice.
Paladin Dragoon: I know, you can't make faces like ^^;; something about the semi-colons cut things off. It's done it to me so many times! *fumes* Usually when my review is VERY long.
Pheonix Rising: To a varying degree ^^ I like weird pokemon. This fic is kind of odd, because usually I drag in the legendaries, hehe. One time I had Celebi go psycho, the was so much fun! Er, yeah. *chokes* My OC are NEVER Mary-Sues, they're usually the opposite O.o;; Kite's an anti-social prude who is all apologetic (esp. when she lights someone on fire *accidently*), but no smiles. Kikisha is a cold b-iatch who hides behind a mask of not giving a *damn* about anyone. Grins, and yours isn't a Mary-Sue at all.