Chapter 5- Home
Violet awoke, in the same room, on her was hungry and a headache fuzzed about lazily in her temples. She groaned and rolled over. She was still tired, but had enough energy to be hungry. She shook her head to clear her mind and thought about the past few days. She didn't remember falling asleep, just crying. She had been so childish! She blushed and stumbled to the doorway, glad that she could walk. Peering out she saw that no one was there, but she knew that there should be guards and nurses. She was excited, the headache and hunger left, she was curious. Violet had seen them yesterday, they'd probably gone off to switch or to use the bathroom. She cautiously crept from her room and snuck down the hallway, listening, watching and feeling everything. It was quiet, no one seemed to be up and about. They were probably sleeping. Still she couldn't help being sneaky. The years on her own had required the utmost attention and caution, to avoid both people and pokemon was difficult. She had many close scrapes and mistakes to motivate her. Violet wasnt cautious because she was born that way, she was cautious because she had learned that anything and everything is an enemy or a danger in some way. She explored the giant home, that had to be some sort of cave or mountain. Suddenly she heard shouts, coming from the direction her room was. Oops. Her instincts kicked in and she scrambled around for a hiding place. She realized that in her scramble away from the voices, she had become lost. She looked around. A doorway in the hall opened up onto another, shorter hall. The voices were closing in and she ran through it. She noticed hundreds of other doors that opened into little rooms like her own. Every so often, there would be cubbies instead of a door that held pieces of crude cloth armor. She was in the barracks, she had read about the pokemon that fought in the battles. Not the little fights between hunters and wild pokemon or scouts, but the full out wars. She scrambled farther down the hallway, looking for a room that was empty or had an exit. She reached the end of the hallway, where a large slab of wood acted as a door. It stood up on top of a ledge, that Violet climbed with some difficulty. She turned to go, when she spotted some pursuers. Not the guards or nurses that noticed her missing but warriors that she'd probably waken up. They looked angry. Really, really angry. She opened her mouth to speak, to say some excuse about being alone and hungry then becoming terribly lost. She didn't have time. A ball of fire shot from the ever growing crowd of fighters, just missing her feet. A pain shot through her arm where a gust of wind struck her. Violet screamed and backed up, eyes scanning the crowd. No one looked at her comfortingly, or tried to coax her down. They were all looking at her with the same hatred and anger. There was no way she could go down there, they would tear her to bits. She pushed against the door, but it was far too large and heavy for her to move in her tired,hungry and weak state. She felt the energy to move leave her body as she slid to the floor with a thump. She didn't want to die, she was too young. Maybe before she would've just said her final words and closed her eyes to wait. But she had felt so safe, she had been so tough for so long, for too long. Then she felt safe, she was a child again. This was too much, she couldn't just sit there. She began to cry, the tears rolling down her face as she pulled her knees to her chest.
"I just want to go home!" She repeated this under her breath, sobbing at the sound of the fastest pokemon scratching at the ledge, climbing up. She closed her eyes tightly and sobbed louder, she wasn't ready to die.
"I just want to go home, I want to see mom and dad,I want to be picked up and spun around like he did, I want mom to hug me. I want my parents, I want my home back!" She murmured into her knees. Then she heard a thud as the pokemon fell from the ledge.
"Very well." The voice echoed in her head. She felt two arms wrap around her and lift her up, cradling her like a baby. She opened her eyes weakly to see the crowd parting, all silent and scared.
"I thought I told you not to stand." Mewtwo's voice echoed. Violet just smiled and buried her head into his chest. "I can't take you to the people, you do know that. But I can give you a home, you can understand our language, you will not try to kill us like others do. You belong here. Do not be afraid, I will protect you little one."
"My names Violet…"
"I will protect you little Violet. You are safe. Do belive me?" Violet though a moment. Did she trust him? Could she? He was a pokemon, he was an enemy. Wasn't he?
"Yes…" And then Violet stopped crying and, in that moment, knew that she meant it.