Hello to the new follower! Welcome to my crappy imagination!
I do not own Pokemon, else the world would be in the future.
Fun Fact: Venom is evil, figuratively. She hates children, I guess that's evil.
14 people died. 13 were children who did nothing. One was Jase. That's what I heard from Suicune just a couple of minutes ago. The time was now 7:59.
I felt horrible and responsible for everything. At least Blaze and Stand were back, even though it didn't help the darkness that hung over me like a thunderstorm.
Speaking of thunder, I heard the rumble in the distance. It was going to be a hectic day tomorrow and the rest of the evening. I remembered the conversation Suicune and I had.
"There wasn't any firearms involved." Suicune said to me. "There was fire arrows that hit explosive barrels, they were put right beside the wheat and bread, in the same kind of barrel. Jase was hit by an arrow, not by a firearm." Suicune seemed please with his report.
"Is Jase dead?" I choked out. I had started crying as soon as we got into the room. Silence filled the room. It meant yes.
"Does Arson know, Jase was one of his best." I looked at Suicune to see the sad look on his face.
"Yes, he proceeded to tell Jase's team and then to clean out his room. He sent out a messenger to tell his family." Suicune then bowed and walked out of the room, without asking me if he could.
A sudden thought occurred when I was out of the flashback, there was people shooting at me. People who knew I was there. The thought disappeared when I thought about the situation, about the situation of 13 children.
I passed out from exhaustion.
I awoke to the soft pitter-patter of rain. All the events of today came rushing back to me in one wave. Sadness instantly came over me. It was dark outside, so I looked at the clock.
11:32. I slept for 4 hours, and my stomach growled in hunger, and I realized there was no moon tonight, so I wouldn't be able to get energy if I tried. I got up off my already made bed and snuck down to the kitchen. I silently tip-toed the stairs, one of them letting out a creak. I walked along the carpets to the kitchen. It wasn't busy as it was during the day. I heard the voices of scolding.
"No! Wrong place! You do that again, ten lashes your hand will get!"
I heard the "Sorry" come out of the kitchen and snuck in. I saw Mara glare at the girl who I never saw before.
"New cook?" I asked Mara as I looked in the fridge for something to eat.
She snorted. "Hardly, she can't even place the Moonlight Dip in the correct shelf." The new girl gave me a small glare and returned to working.
"You hungry?" Mara asked, turning the oven on to cook something. I nodded. She smiled.
"Hate how tonight is. Diana didn't bless us." Mara started putting things into a pot on the stove.
"Did you hear about what happened in town yet?" Mara said to me, and I cringed.
"They say children were killed for no reason, saying the king did it to punish them for no taxes." Mara sighed. "Everyone is starving, even the children, Emma." Mara looked at me. "Please stop him, just please, we can't take it anymore. Children are dying everyday because of barren food, and yet your father eats golden food on silver plates." Mara snorted. She grabbed a spoon and tasted it, added salt, and tasted it again. She smiled and grabbed a ladle and a bowl, and poured the soup into the bowl.
"Here kitten, eat." Mara said then suddenly turned around.
"Hey! Daisy! Get some Moonlight Dip over here now!" The new girl came over there with a shining bottle and poured some in my soup, not changing the color of the pale liquid. She gave me a glare that could kill, and left to go clean up some more.
I gulped down the soup and felt so much better. I thanked Mara and went back to my room, seeing Venom sleeping on the bed. I crawled in beside her and went to sleep.
But sometimes nightmares come with sleep. I dreamt about the massacre at the town today, watching Jase die in front of me, blood, screams. I couldn't do anything. Someone came up to me. The shape was familiar.
It was my father.
He held a knife in one hand and came towards me. I tried to move, but I couldn't. He kept coming closer and closer. He stood right in front of me. Grey eyes filled with rage, his muscles tensing.
He pushed the knife in my stomach. I knew it was a dream, but the pain felt like it was real. It felt like someone was tearing out your organs, leaving you for death. He took out the knife and plunged it in again. I felt my whole body crash into the ground.
I woke up sweating. I looked at the clock, 5:36 in the morning. I fell back to the darkness of unconsciousness.
Done, hopes it long enough.
Hopes you R&R.
