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Book II: Impending Twilight

Chapter 84: If you buy me lunch

Point of view Vincent

"So… How do you feel?" Stark questioned me as I began to sit up.

"I feel… better," I answered him as I gave off a forced smile.

Stark was currently visiting me after I went into shock from what that thing did to me. The whole nightmare I endured was rather demented… Of course I guess someone like me deserved a punishment like that. Stark and I both sat in silence for a moment inside the tent I used for my home. A tent was probably one of the better homes here in Sanctum, most were tiny straw huts or stuff made out of twigs. Most Crimson members were housed well, considering our circumstances.

Stark and I both sat in silence for a few minutes before Scarlet stuck her head in. We both looked at her in surprise. "Stark, Vince, Merrick and I want to talk," Scarlet asked in a dull worn out voice.

"You aren't going to lure us out in the woods and try and kill us are you?" Stark questioned.

"I'm in no mood for jokes right now," Scarlet said before she withdrew her head from the tent.

"That wasn't a joke," he called after her.

"Let's see what she wants," I suggested to Stark, and the two of us exited the tent.

Once outside we were greeted by Merrick. The two led Stark and I to a private section in Sanctum, a spot where hardly any pokemon hung out. The four of us all sat in a circle. For a few minutes nothing was said, Merrick just stood there digging his claw into the ground as he wore a dull expression, while Scarlet sat down and stared into the distance with a blank stare, almost as if she was disconnected from reality.

"So…" Scarlet began to say as she continued to stare off into the distance, "Flynn… he's gone," Scarlet said.

I frowned from the reminder. Flynn was a good friend of mine; he was an honest pokemon that wanted to help the world, just like everyone else here. He was also one of our youngest members, he was just a young adult and he had to meet this fate…

"That bastard," Merrick snapped out as the flames on his back grew bigger, and some blue flames even started to show near the base.

"Yeah… I'm having a hard time taking this in as well," I admitted as I looked towards the ground.

I still remembered the day Flynn joined Crimson. He happened to stumble in the area. He tried to steal food from us because he was starving to death. Of course we fought each other, but it didn't take long for him to collapse from exhaustion. We decided to take him in and nurse him back to good health. Afterwards he shared his story on how humans destroyed his home and that he had nowhere to go, and that is why he was so hungry. Mandus offered for him to join, and Flynn gladly accepted.

I looked over towards Stark. I could see that he was the least bothered out of our whole group. It didn't really come off as a surprise to me, since he hardly knew Flynn and his whole life has been full or murder. But, I could still see a tad bit of tenseness on his face, I know that he didn't completely shrug this off.

"So… What did that thing do to you two, and why didn't he do it to Stark?" Merrick questioned. Everyone looked up towards the quilava. Personally I didn't want to speak of such things, it was demented and I'm never going to un-see any of that.

"Things," Scarlet tensely answered.

"Listen, I'm not trying to bring up this stuff to mess with you, but I'm not about to let that thing get away with killing Flynn, and right now we need to figure everything we can out about that thing," Merrick said with fortitude.

Scarlet let out a sigh as she looked towards the ground, "It was a never ending nightmare, like my own personal Hell," Scarlet started off, and I could already tell her experience was as demented as mine. "It started off as if I was still with you guys, but soon Fl-that thing transformed into my late lover. The world around me soon changed to match the night I lost him," Scarlet now began to grow hesitant as her breath became short and her eyes began to dilate. "It just turned into a cycle of me watching over and over again as he died and I helplessly watched," Scarlet finished. I could tell that she was done with this story; she never talked about her late mate.

Seeing that Scarlet shared her painful experience, I figured it was my turn, "Mine… mine started off similar… I saw my mother in my nightmare, at first she seemed to be somewhat like her usual self, but as things progressed everything became Hellish. The beautiful mother I once knew became a demon, and she attacked me viciously in ways that should have killed me. I was unable to resist her, and I was forced to watch as my mother ripped me to pieces, and no matter what I wouldn't die. Not only did she physically attack me, she also kept reminding me of my sins and telling me how I deserved this," I answered uneasily as I remembered the dark dream.

"But that leads me to my real question," Merrick began to speak as he directed his attention towards Stark, "He had complete control over Vincent who is a master psychic and Scarlet who is part dark type. Why would he lure you all the way out there to try and kill you and not even use an effective tactic against you, I mean Scarlet and Vincent didn't even stand a chance," Merrick said.

"I honestly have no idea," Stark answered, "I told Mandus and everyone everything I know."

"I'm not accusing you of lying, but that bastard is just one giant mind fucker!" Merrick piped up.

For a while Merrick rambled on in anger as he talked about killing this creature, but I learned to block out his psychotic rage. His heart was in the right place, but his actions were usually a bit unnecessary.

After a bit of time Merrick calmed down and we all decided to part ways for a bit. Stark and I were walking back to my home. Mandus instructed Stark to keep an eye on me, since I was put in the mental state I was in earlier. I didn't mind having Stark watch me, he knew when to talk and when to be quiet. He wasn't the worst company I have had in my life.

After a while we made it back to my tent and I lied down on some cushions in my tent. I quickly found comfort in these cushions, and I tried to block out the images I have seen. That nightmare actually did something to me I didn't expect to happen. There is a technique some psychics learn in their lives. It's rare, only the gifted can learn such abilities. Ever since I've killed my family I have been using this psychic ability to suppress my depression and all the emotions and pain I have felt since that day, this technique can help suppress physical and emotional pain. The moment I saw that knock-off of my mother, I felt overwhelmed with guilt and regret. It was as if all the emotions I have been bottling up over the years all hit me at once. Fear, sorrow, regret, and resentment towards myself. Truthfully, to an extent I did hate myself. While I don't one-hundred percent regret my path, I do feel overwhelmed with guilt at times, even with my psychic powers suppressing my emotions. Every day in my life after I did what I did is actually a battle to not show how I really feel, I always force a smile on my face and try and act like I'm not drowning in depression to the point of suicidal thoughts. Of course I would never actually kill myself, solely because I have come too far to kill myself. I have a bit more to go before I can finally let go.

Point of View Aiden

Well, today was yet another crappy day in this ever so crappy shit stain of a city known as Cyllage. So, here I am strolling the streets to pass the time by. I would be with Erica right now, but she's unpleasant to be around. Erica and I do not get along, she always has to tell me what to do, oh Payton do this, do that, oh and she gave me the worst name ever… Payton. I don't want that name, it sounds kinda feminine if you ask me. Personally, I would have been perfectly fine with Charmander, and I could continue calling her a bitch in my pokemon language. David was so much cooler than her. The contrast between the two was like night and day, good and evil, a bro and a douchebag. When I get David back we're going places, and Erica can kiss my tail flame.

As I aimlessly wandered the streets I just mostly daydreamed about random things. Most of which were better days when I was still with David. We sure did get into a lot of trouble together, with us both being us and travelling around a lot. I could only imagine the filth hole he was being kept in, I'd kill those Crimson fuck faces once I get him back, or I'm telling the police if I don't kill them all first.

"Hey, Charmander!" A voice called out from behind me and interrupted my thoughts. I froze in place, before I dramatically turned to face whoever was behind me. Some weird leafeon was glaring at me with a determined look. It was very obvious that he was a wild, he wasskinny, yet still muscular, typical body build for the unfortunate savages.

"Whatever you're selling I don't want, unless you can hook me up with some Girl Scout cookies, then we're talking," I told the leafeon as I turned back around and began walking off.

"Hey, I need to talk to you in private," the leafeon demanded.

I stopped once again and I turned to face the leafeon, "Do you know what happens every time I speak to someone in private? Horrible things happen, horrible. I either got people threatening me, impersonating my dead friend, or doing some bizarre freaky shit I don't like, I'm just done with that man, I don't want to add to that list."

"I can drag you by the tail if you like?" the leafeon threatened me.

"Hmmm, now I'm no expert, but I'm sure grass types burn pretty easily," I told the leafeon with a toothy grin as I began cracking my knuckles.

Five minutes later

"Ughhhh, I hate you so much," I groaned in pain as I lied on the ground in some smelly alley with a swollen cheek and a serious migraine.

"Just quiet down," the leafeon responded as he sat on my back and kept me from moving.

"Seriously, I can't breathe," I muttered as the leafeon's weight crushed me.

"Sorry what was that?" the leafeon said after he whacked me in the head.

"Dante, you can get off him now," A feminine voice called out and the leafeon got his ass off me.

I let out a groan as I got myself back up. That's when something clicked in my head, and I noticed that that voice sounded pretty familiar. My head shot up and standing before me was a little umbreon that killed herself a week ago.

"Oh Arceus it's you again!" I said in a panicked voice as I began to run, but the leafeon was quick to tackle me to the ground.

"Seriously?! What the hell is wrong with you, everyone thinks I killed myself and you say that?" the umbreon chick said with a wry expression.

"Seriously, leave me alone Face Skull creepo, I don't want to do your dirty work again!" I screamed at the phony umbreon. Of course I knew that she killed herself, I was told a while back. I did feel sad for her, but to be honest I hardly knew her. She was kinda cute, but I don't think I wanted the whole emotional package. But this creep was not that umbreon, I wasn't that smart, but I'm not a complete moron.

"Excuse me?" the scrawny umbreon said, "I think he calls himself Skull Face for one, and two I'm not Skull Face. Skull Face actually helped me fake my death so I could escape the police," she informed me.

"Seriously?" I said in amazement. She nodded her head in response. "Wow… that's some serious hardcore shit right there," I admitted. "I mean this is like an intense plot twist in a movie or something, except this stuff doesn't happen usually in real life."

"Well, that was easier than I thought," the umbreon said, "Now, can we trust you not to run?"

"That depends, will you buy me lunch?" I asked humorously but I soon found another bump on my head, and I was now moaning in pain with a serious migraine.

"One more time, I didn't quite hear you," the leafeon said as he began to give me a knuckle sandwich on my head.

"Okay fine, just stop pissing me off!" I yelled in annoyance. With those words said, the leafeon finally got off me.

"Aiden, I'll buy you that lunch. I actually have some money in my bag," the umbreon chick said.

"Seriously, I knew you were a cool person!" I chimed in excitement as I jumped up.

"Heh heh, sure," she said nervously.

So the umbreon lady got her bag which was full of heroin or something like that and she got her money. She took me to some pokemon street vender who was selling sandwiches and she bought each of us one. Of course she complained about me choosing the most expensive one, I like my extra meat; I wouldn't be a man otherwise.

So, we all sat in a plaza atop of a table. Us smaller pokemon didn't have to sit on chairs, instead we'd just eat on top of a table. The umbreon lady placed her sandwich on the ground, she then skillfully managed to unwrap it with her paw and she bit off chunks of it as the sandwich laid on the wrapper that was on the table. Once I stopped being memorized by her eating techniques, I began eating my philly cheese taurose meat sandwich. A quiver ran through my spine upon the first bite, with the magic sauce on it, it tasted as if it was handcrafted by Arceus himself. As we ate, the leafeon struggled to eat his sandwich properly, he ended up tearing the paper wrapping of the sandwich to pieces, and right now his sandwich wasn't a sandwich, more of a salad that was everywhere… I guess eating civilly for four legged pokemon would be a daily challenge for them.

The umbreon lady began to say something to me, but in the end I was enjoying my sandwich too much to even pay attention to her. Instead I continued to munch on the sandwich as I enjoyed every single bite.

"Aiden!" the umbreon shouted in my ear, and caused me to drop my sandwich.

"Speak up, I can't hear you," I sarcastically responded as I began to put my sandwich back together.

"Listen, I need to ask a favor from you."

"Uh huh, no one wants to just talk anymore, nope, no one can just hang with Aiden to be nice nowadays," I responded with annoyance.

"Sounds like a personal problem," the leafeon added in.

"Anyways…" the umbreon started again, "I need you to tell me where Black is, and I also need you to bring him to me, I think I'm going to need your help on convincing him of who I am," the umbreon lady said.

"Sure thing," I said with a mouthful of food, "I'm always looking for an excuse not to go home to my trainer."

"Again, sounds like a personal problem," the leafeon stated again.

"Uh huh. This is your personal problem right now, and I'm going to be nice enough to help you out," I said as I shoved the last bit of my sandwich into my mouth.

"So you'll help?" she asked me with a smile on her face.

"Sure, under one condition," I said with a toothy grin, "I want you to buy me another sandwich that was so damn good!" I said as I licked the sauces off my fingers.

"I'm not exactly rich, that was most of my cash actually, but fine I can get more cash later," she said.

"Well as my old trainer said, seventy percent of Kalos is in debt, so you're richer than seventy percent of Kalos," I told her.

"I guess, but it's not exactly easy for me to get cash."

"And how does one such as yourself exactly get money?" I questioned her.

"Well… I steal it," she responded with an embarrassed chuckle.

"You really are a grade A criminal," I said as I shook my head jokingly, "Anyways, I'll get Black to meet you, but no guarantees on how he'll react to a dead chick coming back from the dead."

"That's perfectly fine."

"Also ughhh… well this is embarrassing, what's your name again?"

The umbreon let out a long sigh of disappointment, "Nia… or actually call me Naomi, Nia was never my real name."

"Okay Naomi, so where do you want me to have Black meet you. Perhaps on a lake at sunset, or maybe I can have you two meet in a five star restaurant?"

"This isn't a date, and we're not like that," Naomi growled at me.

"Oh… I thought since you two were umbreons that…" I began to say before I noticed the leafeon starting to eye me. I seriously thought those two were a thing or something. I mean, she did risk her life to save him from what I was told. Maybe I'd take that cutesy out to dinner with my whopping zero dollars I have been saving up all these years, then again, I do know where Erica keeps her wallet.

"No Aiden, I'm simply doing a favor for Skull Face for helping me, I'm just going to teach Black some things and then I'm going my own way," she responded.

"So then… since you're single, maybe we can get dinner later?" I asked her with a confident smile.

The look that formed on her face was very wry, and full of shock. Her jaw hanged slightly agape as she slowly inched away from me. Her leafeon friend on the other paw wore a look that was full of rage… perhaps her and him were together?

"Yeah…" She said awkwardly, "How about you just help me and I buy you another sandwich, and you can eat that alone tonight."

"Yeah, alone," The leafeon said in a low voice.

One hour later

Well… turns out that was her overprotective brother and he appeared to not appreciate my attempt of asking her out. I swear, I must be that leafeon's punching bag or something, because right now I am covered in bruises, and I think he broke my jaw, but I'm not sure since I lost feeling in that area long ago.

I limped down the hall towards the room Ryder or whatever his name was, was staying in. I finally made my way towards the door. I began knocking on my half broken arm until my legs gave out and I fell against the door and just used it for support. Suddenly my body fell as the door opened. I nearly whacked into the one who opened the door, but instead I smacked into the ground in a dazed state.

"Are you alright?" a jolteon asked me. I remembered her, she was that one jolteon I've seen many times… Well no duh!

I began to mumble something that didn't even make sense to me, but at the moment I was just out of it. After all that physical trauma my head took, I think I reached my physical limit, and I think I may have brain damage.

"Aiden, are you alright, Aiden?" The jolteon questioned as she began to jab me with her paw.

"I need… I need Ryder… err Black, or whatever you guys call him," I answered her as I got myself up off the ground.

"We call him Black, but he's not here at the moment, I think he'll be back in an hour or so," the jolteon told me.

"Dammit, it's important," I said in frustration as I gripped my sore head.

"Here, why don't you come in, you look pretty beat up, if it's that important you can wait for him," the jolteon offered.

"Swag," I replied as I walked in.

"Umm you're welcome?" she said with confusion, "Well, no one is home now besides Ebony and me, so make yourself at home," the jolteon said.

"I will," I said as I spotted the mini-fridge and checked its contents. "Yes!" I said with glee as I pulled out a can of Doctor Pop. After that I quickly made my way to the couch in front of the TV and I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. The first channel to pop up was humorous central, and it was a show I actually loved, 'North Park'.

"Ummm, so what brought you here?" the jolteon questioned me.

"Well, I'd prefer to tell him that personally, you'll find out later, but I think he needs to know first," I said nervously as Is scratched the back of my head.

"Alright…" she replied awkwardly.

"So, I got a question about Black?"

"Shoot."

"So, on a scale one to ten, how upset is Black about his friend that killed herself?" I said a little more casual than I should have.

The jolteon frowned from the question, "Black's taking it a bit hard. He's a lot better now, but when he first heard the news he didn't speak for three days. We all gave him the room he needed, I honestly felt horrible for him, but after a while we had a talk with him and he kind of pulled out of it. He seems to be acting like himself on the most part, but from time to time I can see a hint of loss," the jolteon answered.

"I see, I thought they were just acquaintances," I said, going somewhat off how Naomi described their relationship.

"I'm not sure, I hardly saw them together. I know he visited her some nights, I don't know what they were doing though. I think there was something between those two, but I'm not going to ask him something like that, ever," She responded with a bit of pain in her voice. I could see that this jolteon knew Black pretty well; she seemed to have a good idea on how he felt and stuff.

"Well actually they weren't together, I would have thought the same until someone told me otherwise," I informed the jolteon.

"Who told you that?" she questioned me with a bit of surprise.

"Ughhhhhhh you know, the grapevine," I tensely responded as I began chugging my drink. After I finished chugging I let out a belch and it slaughtered the mood of the situation, just as I planned. "So miss Jolteon, why don't you tell me about yourself," I said in an attempt to change the topic.

"That was very random," she responded with a weirded out look.

"Yeah, I know," I ruefully admitted

"Sooo, ummm what's the little eevee's name," I asked with a nervous chuckle as I looked at the eevee that was peacefully sleeping on the bed. This was another horrible attempt to change the topic, and I could only imagine what this jolteon thought of me.

"Ebony," the jolteon answered, "You know, you ask a lot of weird questions out of the blue."

I began to panic as she caught on to how awkward I was making things. This was going worse than my first attempt at a date with a snivy. Suddenly I heard the door opening, and I looked towards the entrance to see pokemon flooding into the room, one of which was Black.

"Black, my buddy, what's up?!" I obnoxiously asked the umbreon as I walked towards him, "I see your arm is no longer broken."

The umbreon gave me a blank stare. I honestly found it near impossible to read his expression.

"What are you doing here?" a fennekin questioned me.

"Yes Aiden, what are you doing here?" the umbreon asked me in a rather hostile tone.

"Ummm…" I said as my mind drew a blank, "I'm just here to ask if you wanted to hang out my umbreon friend. You know, because that's what friends do... They hang out, and they let their friends that invite them to hang out choose the spot, you know what I'm saying yo?"

"Don't you dare degrade me by calling me your friend," Black growled at me.

"I'll buy you lunch," I said with a timid smile.

"Black, why don't you just go with him, after all he did help us that one night," the fennekin supported me.

"Thanks little buddy," I said as I winked at him and gave a thumb's up.

"And why do you want to hang out with me?" Black questioned me. "I don't recall us ever getting along well."

"Honestly," I said as I leaned in close to his ear, " I think you're pretty cool, so maybe we go down to the pokemon club, maybe party a bit, or whatever a emo err a cool guy such as yourself does."

"Get out before I kill you," the umbreon snapped at me.

"Okay, okay, I don't think you're cool… but I really need you to follow me for a minute, please," I said with as much seriousness as I could muster.

"Why?" he questioned me.

"Because I need to talk to you about something important, and I think you really need to hear what I have to say. I won't take too long, and I promise you'll be grateful," I pleaded.

"Fine, but make this quick."

Chapter End

Thank you genericgamer207 for editing this chapter and catching flaws and etc.