A/N: Well I decided to write a second chapter for this story I hope everyone likes it. Please review, and as always constructive criticism is welcome.
That night I dreamt…I dreamt of the night I met poor Bogart…and of the vow I had made to him…
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It was seven months ago, and I was traveling through Petalburg Woods with Crim, Sasha and Selena, when Crim stopped to sniff the air. He turned and rushed out into the trees, stunned, we followed. When we had caught up with him, he stood still and stared…I followed his gaze and met a horrible sight. The grass had been strewn with blood, a female mightyena lay in the center. She was covered in bite and claw wounds, her tail had been severed, an ear was missing and one of her legs lay odd…it had been torn from the socket, dislocated. I heard a small whimper and the body began to move, I had no idea how it could be possible for her to still be alive after all she had been through.
I crept closer to the body and turned her on her side…and there curled into a ball under her was a baby poochyena, so young that its eyes hadn't even opened yet…It was surrounded by the body of not just its mother, but also those of its littermates. I could not believe that there was anything that could be so sick as to do this to creatures so young…I lost my constitution and vomited in a nearby bush. I returned and picked up the young poochyena carrying him away from the horrible scene. I looked at my friends and they knew what I wanted of them, just by seeing the look on my face. Crim ran off to search along a strip of the nearby woods, sweeping through different areas in search of the killer. Serena coiled herself around Sashas' neck; he spread his wings and took to the air in a large burst of air.
I walked around between the trees, rocking the pup as I went. I sat down by a nearby tree and looked down at him, and I knew without a second thought, that he was mine to take care of and I would protect him to my last breath. It was on that day that there would be four of us now, no longer just three. I looked at his face and said, "You will never be alone again."
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I woke with a start, remembering that now we were again just three, and the happiness Selena had brought into our lives for so long…would now be gone. The time had come for her to be buried; I set Bo on the ground and stood up. Crim walked to my side and told me, "You should not be doing this alone, she was a part of my family as well…I will help." He had sifted threw what he could find of our supplies, and found a shovel for me to use; he would use his claws to dig up the dirt. We worked silently, after roughly two hours of digging we had a good six-foot deep hole in which to bury her. We gathered her remains, including what the man had stripped from her and begun to cook, and laid them in the grave. With tears in my eyes, my throat choked up and I began to fill the hole, weeping with every shovel. When I was finished, Crim looked down at the grave and whispered, "Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity."; and he left me to mourn.
We stayed the night again, to rest before we continued. The next morning I decided to search the mans belongings to see if there was any clue as to why he had attacked us… I found a small sack filled with the pelts of many different pokemon…so he was a hunter, I should have guessed. Only the truly sick and depraved hunt pokemon, I can never understand why any man would want to hurt such amazing creatures…let alone eat them. On my way back to camp I found the bloody machete lying on the ground, the hilt scorched and the blade still hot to the touch. I knew that I could never use this weapon again, but also that it deserved to redeem itself, and so that I could discard it in peace. I walked near the corpse of this foul man and gave him a strong kick to the ribs in anger, and then took the machete up with both hands and brought the blade down, severing his head from his torso…but that was not enough. I hefted the blade and struck straight down and into the center of his forehead; it quivered as it stuck into place. Leaving it stand there embedded, I turned and strode back to the camp…to my family.
With a false bravado, I kicked Sasha into consciousness. He stared up at me and yelled, "Ostyn'! No need violence, I get up, I get up… just grab me a bottle of my vater…" I sighed and brought him his last bottle of vodka; he drank it down in one large swig, shambled to his feet, spread his wings and yawned. Crim walked up to my side on all fours with Bo on his back, which seemed to elate the pup…Crim only seemed indifferent. Sasha looked down at us and in a jolly tone said, "Vell! Shall ve be off?"
E/N: Well that's chapter 2, I hope you all liked it! I plan on writing a 3rd chapter soon…oh and some of you may want to know that "Ostyn'" means Chill out in Russian…at least I believe it does, ha. So, again, please review and tell me what you thought!