"Curtis!"
There's havoc, and everyone is screaming, but Curtis decides to make sure that the two get out, even if he's risking himself to do so. It's the only time that he feels this adrenaline, this rush, that he can finally be useful, and have a purpose in all of this. That's why he runs through the castle, avoiding everyone and hiding, only making a move when there's danger. No one who sees him stays alive, and he hopes that the two can get out quickly, because he isn't going to be able to handle this much longer.
There's a movement in the corner of his eye, and, much too last, he freezes up. He knows who the person is. The fortune teller turns around, and suddenly, there's something going through his stomach. He has this feeling that something's happening, that it's all moving too fast, and he doesn't want to die yet, but he decides, for his last words, to say:
"Run."
The blade of the person that swore would be his ally, his ally, not his friend, pierced through his body, and then everything stopped.
The pattering footsteps of two girls grew more and more distant.
He couldn't hear them anymore.
Ah, and what a tragic story we have here.
Miserable and useless.
It's dark. She can't see anything. When first thrown in, she tries desperately to free herself, biting at the chains and locks, resulting in bruises all over her body, but the locks are made out of crystal generated from Boldore; they're indestructible. The conditions are horrible. It isn't what Hilda expects to experience in N's castle. Dungeons are portrayed as cold and musky, with only time to accompany the despairing prisoner. Horrible, bitter time, wearing at you until you were just clattering bones shaking in the nonexistent wind.
This?
This dungeon is warm.
Oh, it's warm, because of all of the bodies thrown down here, the weeping enemies of Olde Plasma, of the screams and sobs of victims and the sounds of sickness, and of the putrid smell of rotting bodies in the air. It's warm. It's warm. There are prisoners here; those young with innocence and wrongly detained, and there are those who are elderly and frail. Their bodies are still warm.
Warm. Unlike hers. And also unlike Hilbert's.
She wonders why the others are taking so long to get her; then again, she wonders if they'll even want to save her. The last time she sees Rosa and Nate, they're yelling at her and Hilbert for always taking a dangerous choice, and the two students yell at them to forget saving anyone else and just make sure they're alive. Hilbert and Hilda call them out of Yellow's bedroom on the day of the attack, and they are enraged. They yell at Hilbert and Hilda to just let everyone else die, and when Hilbert yells back that they certainly won't, Rosa and Nate stomp up to their cabins and don't return for the fight. That's the last time Hilda sees them before she's captured, but she remembers Hilbert being next to her when she's hit and can't fight anymore.
Hilbert.
She isn't really sure how she feels about him. He's certainly a worthy opponent; obviously, if he could defeat the Champion before her and lead his own army (and somehow persuade her to join his; now that she thinks about it, she's an idiot). He's obviously an arrogant bastard; just look at his actions and there's no qualms there. But he's nice sometimes, to her, and he is nice to Rosa and Nate. And he does joke around with her, so that the air around them is almost amicable. She thinks that he really is a strange person, but she figures that she has figured most of him out. But there's still something she does not understand about him.
It's his eyes.
She looks at the eyes of everyone. Rosa's eyes are cruel and sadistic, and although it's her only form of amusement, it only is pleasant when Rosa herself is doing the torturing. Her eyes are pained when Nate gets harmed, and then her eyes are determined to get revenge. However, if it's Hilda or Hilbert who get hurt, Rosa doesn't even give the enemy a chance to react, before a bullet sound is heard and then cracks the skull of the enemy. Nate's eyes are cold and mocking, staring down at everyone, as if he was a rose and they were just filthy weeds. He treats Rosa like a rose, treating her delicately and barely touching her, but he treats Hilbert as if Hilbert's a vase on display, not even wanting to go near him for fear of breaking Hilbert. He treats Hilda like a cherry blossom, which isn't native to Unova; like she's delicate and should be protected at all times. He slashes the heads off all of those who dare try in any way to harm Hilbert or Hilda. Yellow's eyes are inquisitive and determined; and while Hilda doesn't know the girl well, there's a feeling of nostalgia, and she assumes that the girl is headstrong and brave in her own right. Yancy's eyes are dull and uncaring. It's as if she's accepted that there's nothing good in this world, and yet she still fights.
And then there's Hilbert's eyes.
His eyes are different.
His eyes burn with an intense hatred, and mocks with a dark glint. His eyes are empty with emotion, and full with knowledge. His eyes are intimidating, and she always feels the need to stare at his eyes, because they are fascinating.
More importantly, however, before she's setting off to battle, she notices where they look.
He looks up at the skies, the night sky where the stars shine brightly even though they're so far away, and where it's impossible to tell which stars have died and which ones haven't. She's once asked him about those stars, and he looks at her, and tells her that there were two of them present at the very moment. They then sit together, looking at dead stars and living ones, and he traces constellations on her hand, not realizing what he's doing, but they have each other, and that's enough because everyone else is an enemy except for Rosa, Nate, and Yancy. Yellow's somewhere in the back of their minds, but something tells them that they can trust her as well. His eyes always manage to land on hers, and she can't help but notice that his eyes are much more alive than the dead stars in the night sky.
He looks back at the past, with childish infatuation and innocence still lingering in his mind, and it's on those days that Hilda can see him relax. He has a small, nostalgic smile on after that; she doesn't interrupt him on those days, because she secretly wants the memory of him relaxing to be ingrained in her mind. During their past, they play together a lot; their parents almost always push the two to be together, gushing over how adorable the two would look together, while Hilda stammers and hides behind Hilbert and Hilbert's face in a deadpan as he stares at their parents. Sometimes, he notices her when he's reminiscing, and then he smiles softly at her and asks her if she remembers their past. He grins at her, and she notices that there are crinkles around his eyes when he smiles, and then he's there pulling her lips up to try and force her to smile as well. Her eyes don't crinkles nearly as pretty as Hilbert's eyes do, but she gets the feeling that not all dolls have to be pretty.
He looks down into the sea, where so many bodies have drowned, and where she had once planned to join them. That day, she hears voices in her head, telling her that life is so boring and that she is so useless and that maybe it'll be a better world for her if she dies and isn't living just so boring- and then she hears one voice, louder than the rest, completely echo inside of her mind. The first time she looks at her desire to die, she thinks about Hilbert's voice, and then she stops. The second time, it's a memory; of Hilbert saving N from a Mamoswine and how Hilbert's a real hero and how she isn't, that stops her, because Hilbert would still probably want her to die because she's so useless and sad and just utterly bored, but even so, even if Hilbert hates a person, he'll save them, just like he did with N.
The third time, she is knocked forcefully onto the deck of the ship, by an actual object, and before her eyes can focus and stop seeing stars, she hears his voice screaming at her, screaming "why would you do that you idiot what did you think you were doing-" and the first thing she sees are frantic eyes, ones that she's never seen before, and she thinks there's some twisted beauty in them. Desperation. Panic. "Oh god, why, why, don't you see that I don't want you dead-" And then she realizes that each and every time, even though she looks at his eyes, he looks at her.
"...E-excuse me, Hilda?"
A soft and lulling voice interrupted her thoughts, and Hilda was abruptly brought back into the scenario she was in. The boy named Curtis was standing in front of her. This whole time, she had ignored the boy, only eating the bare minimum of what he brought her, wary of what poisoning he might put in there. He seemed nice, for the, oh, I don't know, half a minute they had met, really, but she honestly wasn't very sure about him.
She ignores him.
She notices the boy's eyes, of course, because weakness is always in the eyes, and strengths are in the eyes as well. But in this boy's eyes, there's a calm sort of sadness with desperation of some kind. The boy always visits at four o'clock, an hour after tea time; and she thinks that four o'clock is the generic tea time, and since she wasn't generic, it was not for her.
She can see the boy go out in the clouds every three o'clock, though. It's strange, though, that the boy seemed to just disappear for an hour, before coming back, looking exhausted and weary. She wonders what he has to benefit by all of this; it's obvious that he's important, based on how well that Hugh interacted with him, and it's obvious that he's the second highest in ranking, but what does he have to benefit from giving her and Yancy the food?
Then, she remembers that Yancy and Curtis used to be best friends.
And she shuts up for a moment, before wondering why Curtis would help her.
"H-hilda, would you like anything?"
She realizes that she's zoned out, and has been unknowingly staring at the boy for at least three minutes, and she can see the boy blush and stammer at this. She finds it weird, how this boy would always pay more attention to her even when he's best friends with Yancy, and how this boy would sometimes try and hide behind the corner to steal glances at her, when a sudden realization floats into her head.
The boy...likes me?
So she decides to use it to her advantage.
"...Hey there, you're...kind of cute."
And she sees the boy freeze up from head to toe as his face grows as pink as a Cherubi, and the boy stammers out a goodbye before dashing out of the dungeon, and Hilda thinks that if Hilbert wasn't going to find them, she'd find Hilbert.
A/N
Ahaha, not really anything to say here. Again, I apologize for the long wait ;;v;;
But..
OH MY GOD MEGA-DIANCIE AND MEGA-KYOGRE AND MEGA-GROUDON AND MEGA-SWAMPERT AND MEGA-SCEPTILE I'M GOING TO DIE
NOW IF THEY WOULD GIVE MEGA-EVOLUTIONS TO LIKE CHANDELURE OR VOLCARONA I'D DIE HAPPY
