Gus, b he wa, if ou can' ell, 2 cerain kes on m keboard aren' working properl. If i isn' obvious which ones alread. Before i wroe his chaper, he kes were working jus fine, bu all of a sudden for SOME REASON, he are malfucioning. I'm no going o qui wriing because of his, i's jus going o be mildl annoing for me o wrie. If ou're wondering wh i didn' jus pu spellchecker on for his, well, o be hones, i didn' even hink abou ha.
Shortly after leaving the pokémon gym, I walked down to the beach; Jack was still inside of his ball. He was being especially aggressive towards me over the death of Lagoon. I was depressed and angry too, my heart was racing and with every beat I wished the next beat wouldn't happen.I had gotten Jack checked out at the pokémon center before leaving to bury my late partner.
I had released Lagoon, his body laid there in two pieces. Lagoon's remains were still intact and fresh. The Poké Ball technology was created so efficiently that the pokémon inside was in a catatonic state until it was released. This advanced tech was invented so that if the pokémon was harmed in the field, the trainer would be able to return said pokémon to a center without it bleeding out, or dying of poison. I knew that this didn't apply to Lagoon, he was past gone. I had a glimmer of hope in my soul that when I released him, he would prance around joyously and energetically, without a worry in his little heart. Like he used to be. But the actual site of the totodile betrayed me, it was an extremely gruesome scene. When I had first saw it at the gym, I had been so full of a cocktail of adrenaline and anger I had barely noticed how morbid it actually was.
His eyes were no longer full of youth and curiosity. They were now just two colorless orbs sitting on his cold face. His jaws hung open, his tongue slung out of his mouth. His intestines were spilled onto the white sand; staining the grains with crimson red. I knew I wasn't the only one feeling the blues, so I released perhaps the closest thing Lagoon had to a brother, Jack.
When I released Jack all it took was for him to look down at Lagoon's corpse before he erupted. He tackled me onto the ground; his powerful knuckles collided with my face, chipping a tooth in the process. You did this! He grabbed my face and directed it towards Lagoon. I had the situation under control, if you had left me in the battle NONE OF THIS WOULD'VE HAPPENED! His voiced vibrated on the inner walls of my skull. Every one of his words ached worse than a migraine in my brain.
"I DIDN'T LEAVE YOU IN THE BATTLE BECAUSE YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN KILLED YOURSELF!" I retorted back, tears were streaming down my cheeks. My throat was getting sore and my vision was blurry.
BUT THEN AFTER LAGOON WAS SLICED IN FUCKING TWO, YOU SENT ME BACK OUT AND I SLAUGHTERED IT! I pushed him off of me, and I glared him in the eyes. My teeth were bared at him, his were however far more menacing. His fangs were long and sharp as needles.
"HOW WOULD I KNOW THAT YOU WOULD HAVE BEAT HIM? WHEN A FEW SECONDS BEFORE I THOUGHT YOU WERE ABOUT TO BE SUSHI!"I spat. His face was but a few centimeters away from mine.
It shouldn't be my job to tell you how to train your pokémon. His voice calmed into a quiet rage filled tone. It was far more intimidating in this vocalization.
"No one ever asked you to-"
YOU CLEARLY aren't able to do it yourself. I shouldn't even need to add my INPUT. You should've had all of this under control. If you are the trainer, it is your job to be in complete control of every battle, every situation, and every excursion into the field. But you are incompetent. You don't even deserve pokémon. If Lagoon died, how can I be sure I won't? How can I be sure that in our next gym battle, I won't be chopped in two? Buried on the beach like this little kid? His words genuinely hurt me, I fell on my knees. I gazed up at Jackal; his eyes had a look of disgust. Look at you; don't even have control of your own emotions. Just stop, stop everything you are doing. Go back to the pokémon center, take a fucking nap or something; I don't even want to look at you. He turned around and walked down that beach. I stared at his back; he slowly disappeared down the coast.
I laid down on my back, staring into the sky. The sun was setting; sooner or later the sky was going to turn dark. I didn't care though, I planned on burying Lagoon, but his body had since been swept into the waves. That is how he would've wanted it; Lagoon didn't live his life under the sand. He lived in the water, so he would be buried in the waves.
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I had dozed off on the beach that night. I woke up halfway submersed in water, my eyes were bloodshot. I looked around and realized how crazy I looked. A guy sleeping on the beach in the middle of the afternoon with blood stained sand next to his head. I immediately remembered the argument I had with Jack the night before, and I was woken up faster than 6 cups of caffeine and a lighting kick to the chest.
I got up and ran down the beach, hoping I would see Jack. It was pointless; the shoreline seemed as if it stretched infinitely.
I suddenly had a flash back. If Lagoon died, how can I be sure I won't? He was right about that. If I so easily killed Lagoon, how could I have been sure that Jackal wouldn't have died? How could I be sure that whoever my next pokémon was wouldn't meet Lagoon's fate? I would be putting so many lives at stake by continuing to train pokémon. Maybe I wasn't cut out for training; there had been so many signs to support that. Lagoon's death, what happened at Goldenrod or my faulty relationship with Jack. There wasn't a single good thing that came out of me training. I didn't want to put any of my friends or potential friends at stake. I quit.
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