The Negotiator of Promise
2/1/10
Title: Trainer
A/N: I have decided to continue this in short stories, basing it off the point of view of a few Pokemon and their trainers. The Pokemon for chapters will be Sporadic. And the pokemon so far are Absol and Glaceon. But here will be more.
~Trainer~
Glaceon
I could have told her anything. But, being unable to speak her language, I figured it was hopeless. She had taken care of me, and she loved me. And so, in turn, I loved her. But it was not always like this.
As a young Pokémon, I had been humiliated, teased, oppressed, beaten, abused and abandoned. After such, I rested in the rain, bleeding and on the verge of death, waiting for the cold to bring it to an end. But, it did not. Instead, another trainer came up, ready to beat me and bruise me some more. Go ahead and kill me. I don't care. Why should I? Obviously no one had wanted me, so the world was dead to me. And I was ready to give up. But she picked me up softly in her arms and carried me away. I was ready to fight. I would scratch her face open; I would bite deep into her arm until she cried out for mercy. But, being too weak, I passed out. I awoke with stitches placed in my head and sides. I tried to move, but could not. And when that moan escaped my lips, the pain was too much to bear. I had grasped my head in agony, waiting for the pain to kill me, but it did no such thing.
As it came to pass, that girl had waited for me. She stayed there, through the days and the nights, waiting for some beaten and dying Pokémon whom shed picked up off the streets. And I detested her for this. Why had she brought me back to this world? Why had she granted me life when it was obvious no one cared? I figured it was to torture me more. As the nurse spoke to her of giving me a 'loving' home, I bit the child's hand. She cried out in pain and shock. But I felt no remorse. She was put through the same pain I was. So I didn't care. No, I didn't care in the least.
Even after this event, she still took me with her. She gave me food, but I did not eat. She offered me warmth, but I stayed in the cold. She offered me a place to lay my head, but I allowed myself to stay awake late nights, staring off into the distance and waiting for something to come and end it all. I resented humans and they me. So, why would I have cared if I died? No one wanted me. Through the times, she never gave up. She was persistent, hopeless, stupid and foolish. She looked me in the eyes, and I would simply turn my nose. I didn't even want to look at her. When she sent me out to battle for the first time, I lay on the field, letting all her words enter one ear and exit the other. So, it was through this and at this moment she decided to give me my space. But only for a moment.
You have to understand her to get her actions. She doesn't give up so easily, whether in battle, playing games, or simply debating. That just isn't her. And even with Pokémon, she was persistent. And, as it came to pass, that would be her downfall in the years to come. But that is another story for another time. A week she seemed to have given up on me, and I admit I became curious. If she kept her distance walking by, I walked up instead and sniffed her leg. If she didn't set food down, I'd wine and beg. When a bed was not offered, I made one in the form of her leg as a pillow. It took me a while to realize I was caving into her will, becoming attached in a sense, and, disgusted, I began to pull back away. But, she had smiled at me when I decided this, and I knew that she knew I had lost and I had caved in. She had won the battle and I was left to feel dejected.
However, I knew enough about the girl to tell that I had not become broken once more. I was not beaten and I was not abandoned. Perhaps I was home? No. I had shaken my head in that instance, trying to clear my mind of that horrid thought. Home? I had no home. And though it seemed a nice prospect and wonderful word, I anted to scoff at it. And, at the same time embrace it. In the midst of trying to play keep away; I had begun to fall for this girl. I wanted to be around her and I needed to keep her safe for as long as possible. Just as…just as she had done for me. It would take some time, but I know that even with all I had gone through it would not happen again. She would make sure of that. Because, I remember her words, unconscious though I was.
"You'll hold on, Glaceon," she had said as she rushed me to the center, a Pokémon, dead and bleeding on the side of the road whom she had only just met.
"Good boy, Glaceon," she yawned the first time I had lay on her leg in curiosity of her odd behavior.
"I love you so much," she had spoken so willingly when all I had done was place a paw on her leg.
"You're the best!" She shrieked when I won the first battle I took part in with her,
And, perhaps my most favorite of all: "I'm so glad I lost my way and found you broken on the road."
Horrid though it sounds, she was most thankful for finding me dying in the road. She was also thankful for my successful recovery. She was thankful for finding me. She was thankful for a nothing. I took life for granted, and then she found me. I wanted to die, and then I was shown that someone cares.
I could tell her anything. But, being unable to speak her language, I figure that it's hopeless.
But, it's okay. I have a feeling she knows what I want to say.
