Captive of Magma

by Lucky-Racer

Rating: PG

Chapter 6

Previously on Captive of Magma:

"Misty and Sasha! What's wrong? Oh..." Ash exclaimed, his sympathetic eyes resting on Sugar. Joren chose that moment to come in behind us, staggering under the weight of the wash bucket and freshly clean clothes. I rolled my eyes and focused back on the matter at hand.

"So, do you think you can fix her up, Brock?" I asked hopefully. Sugar really needed help.

"I think so, though it'll be difficult." He replied, and gently took Sugar to a makeshift table, and got some things out of his traveling pack. I didn't recognize everything, but among the things were: A stethoscope, some gauze, antibiotics, a cast and splint, and ointment. I sighed and walked away.

All I really remember about those next few hours was that they were horrible. Whenever I wait for something to happen or someone to do something, I usually don't like to be close or thinking about it. In order to take my mind off of things, I tried to busy myself with work. In the time it took Brock to help Sugar, I had successfully sorted out the freshly-clean clothes, rolled up all four sleeping bags and tied them, put the clothes washing equipment away, and started making lunch (my version of herbal soup). I had left the pot over the campfire to simmer when I heard Brock call out to me.

"Sasha! Come over here, I have some news," Brock called, not bothering to keep his voice down; a flock of Pidgey scattered from a nearby pine tree.

I sighed and took my time ambling over to the clearing where "Dr. Brock" had set up for his treatment on Sugar. Wow, I realized, is there anything that guy can't do? As far as I'd known him (which wasn't very long at all) he'd shown that he's a cook, travel guide, and has a very good sense of direction. Now he's a doctor? That's just too much.

I snapped back to reality upon finally reaching the clearing. There Sugar was resting. She looked horrible. She had many bandages here and there; her once shining, glossy white fur was tinted so much with red that it looked pink. Thick, airy gauze had been wrapped along her side over and over again, probably holding some cotton in place to stop her bleeding. She mewed frantically, trying to limp over to me when she saw me, but her walking was restricted severely by a huge, thick bulky cast wrapped around her left back leg.

It was enough to make your heart break. She looked so pathetic. Bitterly I thought back to Joren and his Hondour, all my old anger bubbling up. They would pay.

Forcing myself to try and stay calm with little success, I stormed over the clearing where Joren was, where he was lazily munching on an apple with his eyes half closed; his Hondour was resting by his feet, looking innocent. But I knew it wasn't.

"How could you have DONE that!" I screamed at Joren. I motioned frantically to where Brock was trying to restrain Sugar from hurting herself, keeping her from slipping on a fatal pebble or random twig. I would have laughed if it weren't such a serious situation. Sugar's sense of balance and direction were all screwed up, no thanks to that cursed Hondour.

The only sign that the boy had been listening to me was that his eyes widened when they landed on the severely wounded Espeon. "What do you mean?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes. Playing dumb, are we?

"Look, Jor-" I cut myself off; my very low attention span had been diverted. Poking out from under Joren's solid navy shirt, a black and white printed point of a collar stuck out. It looked very… familiar. My eyes widened in disbelief. Was he…?

"Hey, hey! What's this?" I demanded, pulling on it.

"What do you think you're doing?" He bellowed, jerking back and making to slink back into the woods. My beliefs were confirmed.

"He sent you here, didn't he!" My temper was flaring by the second. "If someone's going to spy on someone else, they should at least do it themselves!"

All the yelling had been attracting some weird stares from Misty, Ash, and Brock all along, but at the mention of the word "spy", they all came rushing to me at once.

It looked as if he were moving in slow motion. Joren was calling his Hondour and snaking deeper into the woods, throwing his apple to the side. He gave me one last look of pity before taking off at a full sprint, all the time with me thinking one phrase.

How could he?

Coming Up Next:

What's Sasha talking about?

…Why did Joren just leave?

What does any of this have to do with a shirt collar!

A/N: I know, I know, I know, a really short chapter this time, and next might be as well, but I felt the need to end it here. My first cliffhanger ever! Well, it's not really one but, hey!

I plan to get the next chapter up very, very soon; as in sometime this week soon (Wow, that's a first. Lol j/k. It won't be in Sasha's point of view for once, I think) :D

Thanks to all my readers/reviewers. Please continue to do so, lol XD

Until next time :)