TropicalAce here, chapter 5 is up! This chapter has a little drama so yeah, enjoy!
Chapter 5: Scars From The Past
A full day had flown by since the incident. Samantha was back on her feet, with all damage done repaired. Everything was back to normal… or it was hoped to be. Dave had received the short end of the stick. He was still unconscious, laying on the bed in the resting room. They had an enraged and murderous Gardevoir strapped to a pole in a back room, sealed off from the rest from the rest of the house. No one dared to go near that room, fearing that their bodies would be used to paint the walls with their blood. As an extra precaution, duct tape was stuck on the walls to mark the range of its Psychic powers.
They took everything that wasn't bolted down and put it out of range. They knew they could restrict its movements, but not its powers.
Meanwhile, Samantha wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts in her room, worried for Dave. She played music, watched videos, anything that her room had to offer to pass the time. Boredom eventually had a firm grip on her, and she came out her of room into the hallway. She walked aimlessly in the twisting and turning corridors that formed the maze that was her residence, occasionally passing her father's men, greeting them with a smile as she searched for something to do.
She stopped by the room that Sunny was sealed in, staring at it. Her curiosity getting the better of her.
It was just like any other door in the house: hardwood with a gold colored doorknob. The thrill of doing something bad made her crack a smile as she inched closer, putting a little more spring in her step.
Unknown to her, this hallway was dangerous and off limits, but apparently Samantha didn't get the memo. "Wait… where are all the paintings?" She thought to herself. "That's strange…" Not a single piece of furniture or a painting was in sight. It wasn't enough to break her curiosity as she pushed forward. Halfway in, a piece of duct tape on the wall caught her eye.
"Huh...tape?" she said walking to it, peeling it off.
"Gotcha..." a voice whispered gleefully in her head. The voice sent shivers down her spine. Hearing footsteps, she turned and saw Charles the driver coming her way.
"Mistress, it's your friend. He has awoken. Also, I thought it was advised to stay away from this area." Charles explained with a smile.
Samantha was confused, rubbing her chin. "Sorry, no one told me. But did you say something?" she asked.
Charles looked at her blankly. "No, I haven't until just now."
"Oh, sorry bout that." she apologized, forcing a laugh. They went to see Dave, with Samantha haunted by the chilling voice.
"Fuck! Almost had her... damn... I mean, I could just teleport out of here, but where's the fun in that? I want to bathe in their cries of agony before I kill them."
The Gardevoir stood there silently, laughing to herself, squirming around in the tight ropes that bound her to pole. She blushed, turned on by the sensation of the ropes rubbing against her delicate skin. She sensed a tingle that indicted that someone is near, and she felt a familiar presence, making her growl in excitement.
"So... Harvey... We meet again…" A psychotic smile widened on her face, blushing wildly. Her body tensed against the ropes digging deeper into her skin, readying a physic strike.
The door creaked slowly, illuminating the dim room from the halls outside.
"Sunny!" A deep voice cried, and in came a boy she didn't know, dressed in a white t-shirt and cargo pants. "Sunny, are you ok?" The boy asked, tugging on the ropes. "Does your head hurt? Do you need to go back to the center?"
The boy freed her, patting her on the head. She was bewildered at why this boy had just released her. Doesn't he know he's going to be killed? Well, who cares. This will be fun none the less.
Her eyes tinted blue, lifting the boy in the air, spreading his arms and legs stretching them. The boy began to groan in pain as she lowered him to muffle his screams with her hand.
"Well you're not the person I expected to be. Oh well.." The Gardevoir said in a dark tone, stretching his limbs even further.
Dave feared for his limbs as if they was going to popped right out of their sockets. He cried to the top of his lungs but his efforts was muffled by the Gardevoir's hand. She leaned over him, face to face. "Feels good, doesn't it?" She asked blushing, clearly turned on by Dave's suffering. "Don't worry, it will be over soon." She lifted her hand to allow him to speak.
"Sunny, What's gotten in to you?!" he hollered.
The Gardevoir scoffed. "I would love to play games, but I have no idea who this 'Sunny' is…"
"Bullshit!" He said angrily. "You're Sunny and I'm Dave!"
The Gardevoir narrowed her eyes , still smiling. "Such strong words for a young boy. I think a punishment is in order." She raise a hand and bits of electricity formed around it, giving off a facade of light. "Let it be engraved in your memory that Ciara has end your sad excuse of a life."
Dave clenched his eyes shut and waited… nothing.
He peeked and looked at the Gardevoir, frozen solid and crying. Her expression was contorted. Almost every fiber in her being wanted to kill him, but something, or someone, stopped her. She strained herself, trying to break free from whatever holding her back. "R-run! Get away from me, now!" She blurted out loud, dropping Dave to the floor. The Gardevoir held her head, now fighting for control over own body. Flying about like a bat out of hell, she screamed the voice in her head. "Stop fucking with my mind, you bitch!" Ciara screamed. "No! Dave will die!" the voice replied.
Dave scrambled to his feet, regaining his composure, pausing for a moment as he thought a plan. He watched the Gardevoir still struggling with herself, his mind raced scanning his memory of Poke Knowledge. Then it came to him. "Sunny!" he called out. "Do you know Calm Mind?! If you do, use it on yourself!" Her eyes widened, wondering why he hadn't left, but was it cut short, for Ciara's influence was getting stronger.
As ordered, she pushed herself to place her hand on her head, shaking violently. "Don't you dare!" Ciara exclaimed.
The Gardevoir's eyes flickered blue as the fight for control raged on, and finally contact was made. Calm Mind immediately took effect, quickly relieving any that was bottled up as Sunny's conscious faded, safely floating to the ground. Dave ran to her aid but was shot off by a growl.
"Oh now the macho man steps in." She said, glaring at him, panting. She was tired from the mental battle. "What are you going to do? Hit me?"
Dave's face went blank. He walked up to her and slapped her so hard that people outside could hear it.
"Exactly." Dave said with little emotion.
"You hit like a bitch." Ciara snarled. "Please come back and try again."
Dave eyes narrowed and he frowned, lowering his head. "Look," he sighed, "I don't know what has gotten into you or whatever, but can we please stop? I hate hitting Pokemon."
The Gardevoir raised her head. "And just when I thought you've grown a pair, you punk out!"
Dave rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of what to say. "Man, I don't know what your problems are, but can you please refrain from trying to murder people? My limbs are killing me."
The Gardevoir bared her fangs. "Do you know what my problems are?! I've been almost beaten to death by own trainer, ditched, left on the side of the road, almost made it on some Pidgeotto's menu and blacked out!" At this point, the Gardevoir's eyes was filled with tears of sorrow. "Woke up with some random dude breathing down my neck, been shot and was tied to an Arceus-knows-where fucking pole! Need I say more?!"
Dave felt honest grief and pity for the crying Gardevoir, and thus bringing up old memories of his past. But she pressed the wrong button, and she scanned his mind. Inside, she saw a boy that appeared to be no more than ten with his torso covered in bandages, playing with his mother.
"And who the fuck are you!?" Ciara demanded. "You're just some sick ass boy living happily with his mother! There's no way you can understand how I feel!"
That ticked him off. "Shut up!" Dave lashed out. "You think I don't know?!" He ripped his t-shirt, turning so his back can face her. And what she saw made her heart sink. A jagged slanted and narrow scar spanning from shoulder to hip was vivid on Dave's back. "Do you see this!? I have problems! This scar wasn't done by accident. It was done by damned father! The bastard's old lady died, and he inherited a shitload of cash! And you know what he did with it!? Gambled it, wasted it on alcohol, and somehow racked up a huge debt! He came home piss drunk one day and started harassing mom because she wouldn't give him any more money! He started beating her with a bottle, and I stepped in, trying to protect my mom. He hit me so hard, it broke and cut me like a hot knife through butter! Instead of taking responsibility, he vanished without a trace, leaving the debt behind on us! It's a miracle I survived!"
He turned back around to face her. "Now do you understand?"
Ciara sensed Dave's heart. There was pure anger, hatred, betrayal, and hurt for that one single man. It was same emotions she felt, but stronger. How can a human show such compassion when he's hiding such dark thoughts and disturbing past? If it were her, she would've snapped.
"Come on," Dave spoke out, extending a hand to her. "It's looks like everyone's calmed down, and we've got some explaining to do…" She saw that Dave's negative emotions were gone, and now was showing companionship. She accepted it and pulled herself toward Dave, her chest spike scraping his skin, drawing blood slightly.
"That's what you get for slapping me." She whispered in his ear, then backed off.
Dave shrugged, scratching it. "Do that again and you'll have another one coming your way." he joked.
"Do keep in mind that the only reason you still draw breath is because of this 'Sunny' somewhere inside my head." Ciara said, folding her arms.
Dave looked at her funny, trying to decide whether she was serious or not. "W-whatever you say."
"Whatever I say indeed, my friend." She mocked, "Whatever I say indeed…."
With that, our two characters with their new found friendship headed to the door, preparing themselves for a shitstom of lies they was going to tell.
"Did you heard that? It sounded like someone was talking…"
"Nope.."
"I swear I heard someone."
Chapter 5 Is Done! How will this new friendship play out? Who's Harvey?! And most importantly, did they just became aware of something!? All of those questions will be answered in chapter 6! -TropicalAce