Madness! That what this was! Crazed madness! But how was he ever to escape? The silver-haired teenager was relentless in his charges and slashes, and the Water Trainer sat there on the side as though nothing were amiss; as though that filthy murder was not trying to claim the Emerald Champion's life in a method in quench his thirst for vengeance!
"Otomé!" Wallace called out to her desperately, barely dodging Jet's sword as it sliced through the air where the man had been a second before. "Otomé, please! Have mercy! Call off your Houndoom!"
Viciously, the younger man snarled and lashed out at his elder once more, his blade finding purchase this time as it left a slightly deep gash on the Champion's chest.
"Don't speak to her!" He barked as he moved to strike again. "You've got no right to after what you did to her!" Morbidly, satisfaction flooded the Dragon Trainer's mind as again he wounded Wallace, this time diagonally down his torso.
Calmly, Otomé sat on the sideline of the raised arena, deaf to the Emerald Champion's pleads for help as she watched the scene before her with little concern. It was like a Persian playing cruelly with a Rattata before it ate the poor thing...
But what did she care? Who was she to speak of mercy? She, who murdered out of pure, cold-blooded rage? She, whom the world enjoys scorning time after time again? She, whose broken wings where the physical manifestation of her broken spirit?
"Otomé! Please!"
Yes... Who was she to care? Obviously, the world did not want her. Where ever she went now, all she got were looks of hatred, disgust, of fear. To other people, she was a filthy halfbreed no better than the garbage they threw out nightly, no matter how sweet or understanding or forgiving she tried to be. She was tired of being abused and used by everyone but other misfits such as she.
So no longer would the Water Trainer care. The whole world could perish in the fires of hell and she would not bat an eye! Not so long as Jet, their Pokémon, and the rest of their sparse allies were alright and safe. No one but they cared, and so now she would not care for anyone but them.
"Jet, stop it," Otomé suddenly commanded in a soft yet firm voice as she rose to her feet. Having been about to deliver the killing blow, the Dragon Trainer, with his blood-stained sword raised above his head, was not too please about apparently being called off. With a sigh of relief, Wallace looked over to the blue-haired maiden.
"Stop toying with him and just kill him already. Don't lower yourself to his level."
Instantly, the Emerald Champion's gratitude vanished and horror filled its void. No... No, she wouldn't... She didn't! Oh, by Arceus' divine name, no!
"Otomé! Please! I beg of you!! Have mercy!"
"Who I am to speak of mercy?!" The seventeen-year-old spat back venomously. "I've had enough of this world that shuns me for not being fully human! So as a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water, and rises out of the water to stand above it, unsoiled, so too will I, born in the world, raised in the world, having overcome the world, will live unsoiled by the world."
While the elder Water Trainer was frozen with terror at the unchallengeable sealing of his fate, Jet was grinning widely and with a sadistic laugh, brought his sword down upon the distracted man with a powerful slash, painting the pristine ivory floor heavily with crimson.
For a few moments that stretched on like a lifetime, the two of them stood in their places, both pairs of eyes set apathetically on the body of the Champion as Jet still continued to grip the blood-speckled hilt of his sword tightly. Then with a soft sigh, the Blackthorn native closed the gap between her and her love, gingerly stepping over Wallace's body and the pools of his blood as she did so.
"Now what are we to do?" She asked softly of no one in particular as she reached a petite hand up to the Dragon Trainer's face and wiped away a few large specks of blood on his cheek, effectively staining her own fingers with his crime.
"I suppose we go on with our lives," the silver-haired teenager answered, grabbing his girlfriend's hand and giving it a slight, encouraging squeeze before letting it go.
Numbly, the maiden nodded before a small, remorseful smile tugged at her lips. "But so long as I have you, everything will be fine. I'll not care about anything in the world except for you and our Pokémon."