Chapter 2- Insanity
Soon we entered the forest, expecting it to be a peaceful and soothing place, but reality was far from it. It was a bloody chaos in here, Pokemon screaming every where, I could not believe that living so close to this ... Chaotic world, I never even got a hint of it.
Something darted out of the bushes across our path and then back into the bushes, all I saw was a blur of green, that surprised me a little but I soon calmed down. At least I knew the place was brimming with wild Pokemon, great place to catch one. I started looking around, searching for a Pokemon to catch but suddenly the whole place got silent, which was now unbearable after all the ruckus from before , which now that I think about it was also out of the ordinary, I had been to the forest before with my dad , it was much more peaceful back then but not this silent or chaotic, despite the fact it has been years since my first visit here it should not be THIS way and even though I thought at first that forest was this wild, it just doesn't fit.
Now all that seems to be unnatural, the actions of these Pokemon must have been caused by something, some event that caused panic and struck fear in their hearts. They , must be running away from something ...or someone. I looked over at Ichi, who was acting rather weird. Little guy was taking a step back after every step I moved forward. "Bul..Ba, bulba , bul...Ba, "he stammered.
"What's wrong ichi ? Are you afraid of something? Do you know what every Pokemon is running form? " I asked.
" bul...bul..ba", was all he said. He is also scared, of this something... I think it be best if ichi was in his pokeball but... What if that something attacked me, how would I defend myself. still ichi was starting to tremor a little so I called him back and searched for the source of all this commotion.
I ventured deeper Into the forest which was getting quieter the further I went in. Soon I stumbled upon a clearing, after already half an hour of pushing through the undergrowth, the clearing felt great and free , with lots of space. I looked around there was tree, a single tree in the clearing not far from where I was standing and someone was leaning against it.
Shit, maybe this was the person that caused all this... Maybe I better turn back but I could not turn around and leave, human nature would not allow it or rather human curiosity. The urge to want to know whats behind this, overpowered the fear inside my heart. Hesitant at first, I walked towards the tree, step by step getting closer, and then my foot touched something soft. I looked down and there was pidgey on the ground, injured , bleeding. It seemed it was cut sharply and heavily, for one of it wings, was..nt on. The wing was cut from the body.
My heart raced, I thought Pokemon just fainted but I never thought they could be like this, I looked close to see if it was breathing but there was no sign of life. The pidgey was dead ! It's life ended in a pitiful way, whatever did this to him, wasn't human . Then I looked up at the tree again ... Someone was still leaning against the tree, the shadow fell down in a such a way I could not make out what I was looking at man or ... , I found my myself frozen in place, my body not wanted to move, I could hear my heart getting louder and louder, fear swelling up inside me. After what felt like and eternity I moved, I turned my back on the tree and started walking away from the clearing, my curiosity which a thing with commanding force before, had died.
" Oh come, at least come say hi, since you came all the way out here," came a voice behind me.I froze again, I was too stupid to realize that someone by the tree would see me in this wide open space. Slowly I turned around, bracing myself for what I might see but the face was still covered by the shadow but I could now tell it was a man , I relaxed a little but then tightened up when the image of the pidgey came back into my head. " did you.. Did you ..did," I stammered.
" Did I what," the man asked in a curious voice.
" umm, DID YOU KILL THAT PIDGEY!," I finally yelled.
"Well I did kill something but not that pidgey, I killed the thing that killed it," he said laughing when he saw the confused look on my face mixed with fear.
" What do you mean? You killed the thing that killed it, so.. What killed the pidgey?"I asked not wanting to know.
" killed the thing that killed it.. Kill it , it kill , thing dead, because killed. Boy wonder kill what I ? " he murmured to himself. What's wrong with this man, at first I thought he was a bit shady but now, he makes no sense ... He must be crazy, he probably killed the pidgey, I must get away from here.
As, I moved again in the opposite direction of the tree the man called out again," boy must stop, come closer and see the thing that kill pidgey, for I only severed justice and put down a loose monster,". I didn't want to go but the way he said justice ,made me feel like this man might have some sanity. Slowly but surely I made my way over to the tree and finally could see the man. He was tall, broad and looked muscular. He wore a mask on his face so, I couldn't see who he really was. He had a Kanata in his hand, covered in blood, now that I looked, his whole upper body was covered in blood, it was hard to see at first since he wore black clothing.
He pointed behind the tree , where there was green, mess of a creature or what used to be one."That is what killed the pidgey, not only a pidgey but many other Pokemon and thats why all the other Pokemon were running away from here because they saw this monster in action," he said.
" what was that thing ?" I asked still confused,"and ,"why would it do such a thing? Something so cruel ,there must be a reason. " I added.
" And a reason there is. That thing was a Pokémon, I dare say which one for it might cause you to fear them and judge all others of its species to be killing machines. The reason that it did this was us." He said looking at me, though, I could only see his dark blue eyes through the white mask he wore, they were filled with pain.
" As you may or may not know but cell phone frequencies affect Pokemon, all Pokemon hear them or are affected by them and are usually able to suppress the irritation caused by them but sometimes," he paused for a brief moment."sometimes the cell phone frequencies hit frequencies that interfere with brain signals of a Pokemon and cause them to act differently then normal ." He them looked back at the Pokemon or what remains of the Pokemon behind us.
"so, then , this Pokemon was affected that badly by the cell phone that it turned to a killer?," I asked shocked at affects of a simple cell phone .
" I am afraid so, it numbed this Pokemon of its surroundings, forcing it to slash at anything that came across its way, just like that pidgey."he explained .
"Then that means a Pokemon can be pushed so far , that it commits acts of insanity ," I mumbled.
" ahaha insanity you say? This was not insanity , this was a Pokemon acting because of actions of us humans. Let me tell you about insanity, insanity is doing the same fucking thing over and over again, and then expecting things to change. Like a man going to work every day under the same asshole boss, who hates his talent, and treats him like shit everyday and yet this man goes to work everyday , expecting that today things will be different, while he still does the same bloody shit he did yesterday. Why do you think he does that ," the man asked.
Then not waiting for an answer screamed," HOPE, the fuckig thing called hope that sits like a worm, drilled far into the deepest chambers of his heart, it teases the man everyday giving him false expectations , that today will be different!".
" But ," I stammered ," isn't hope what makes us human ? Makes us strong, helps us never Give up? Gives us a reason to try different things to a problem? Isn't hope what keeps us sane?"
The man started laughing and then continued ," but you see my boy, that is not the case for everyone, some like you try different things because they have hope, while others do the same shit over and over again with the hope that things will change but in reality that hope is what drives them insane. Then when a bunch of these insane idiots come together , they call it a bloody society which then mocks and judges all the sane people, asking them do the same as them , to fall in the trap of insanity,". The man finally seemed like he was out of words. Insanity, hope, society, never would have put the three together.
This man, the one I judged, as taught by the society I live in to be insane , might be the most sane person, I have ever seen in my life. Then I noticed something odd in his left hand," umm but aren't you contradicting what you are saying slightly, since you keep trying to use that broken lighter, even though you know it will never light," I asked.
With a smile on his face he replied," I never said, I was sane did I?" Then as he continued laughing, " I once too was a man of society , fallen into the eternal trap of hope, a man who worked under an asshole boss, doing the same exact shit and hoping for things to change,". Then everything went black.