Two – Left to Know

She wasn't there when she woke up, she wasn't there at noon, and she wasn't there at all. She's left wondering what happened to her, only knowing that she was taken up at the middle of the night. At times like this, she would wish it would be her not Amber. Amber would always be tested more often than Ava. It has hard to tell if it was just common sense for her to be tested more often, a coincidence, or just simply fate. Whatever it was, she wasn't happy about it. Amber would come out late, coming in the cage tired, out of breath, always saying," I'm alright, (breathing hard) there's nothing to worry about." For Ava, she would mostly be the opposite shape Amber was: not tired, catching her breath. Her experiments not bio-hazardous, somewhat safe do be done the workers themselves.

At noon, Ava got hungry, waiting for her food. She didn't wait at the edge of the cage like most do when it's around the time to get their food. At the time she sees the workers getting the food, she sees a kid, the same one earlier in the night. Most don't care about the kid, but only she would care.

She sees carefully on what he does.

Nothing really, he's just standing there, but now realizing he actually has black hair and glasses, tinted black. He's wearing all black: black jacket, black t-shirt, black pants, black belt. There's a scar in his left eye, black colored, running down his check. He also tanned skin. Other than that, nothing special.

He's doing nothing, until the workers are done putting the food in the bowl. When the workers walk away, he touches the all of the food when walking. She gets confused, has he always been doing that? She thought.

When he reached her cage, he put down the bowl in her cage and said in a low voice," Looks can be deceiving." She was left thinking what that meant. She looked at her bowl: just regular food, some meat mixed with grains and some sort of sauce. She eats it as it nothing happened to it.

About 30 minutes later, the same kid dropped the water bowl. When she quenched her thirst, the bowl was halfway empty.

About another 10 minutes, the same kid came in, leaving a note, and then leaving without a word. Ava opened the note, reading what's inside. She doesn't say it out loud, instead reads it silently. After reading it, she throws the note away with such fury, pissed off and depressed on what she just read.

"NOOO!" She makes the atmosphere a little 'chilly', some asking why it's cold. The kid is still there, but somewhere in the room, numb to the cold. He knew that she will act this way, wishing that the experiment wasn't a backfire.

The note read as is,

"-As of March 24, 2438 and at the time of 7:38 A.M.
Your friend, Amber [LN N/I] (Classified as: Leafeon), seemed that the experiment tested on her backfired into sudden death. By the time you read this letter, it'll be around 1 P.M. (1:05 P.M. when Ava read it). Again, sorry for her sudden death.

Amber: June 15, 2410 – March 24, 2438 [28]
-R.I.P-"

Her cage was filled with ice, her fur, sharpened in ice. "Why?" she yelled out, "WHY?" She used a strong Ice Beam against the caged door. A purple force field was made to protect the whole caged wall; when the ice beam was no more, the force was shattered, leaving Ava crying in frustration.

"Thanks," said the kid.

"No problem," said a Meditite," What is she furious about?"

"A friend lost today," said the kid, nothing more.

"Oh."

"Yeah," the kid walked away from the room.

Later that day…at night…

She's still up, sitting down, still slightly crying. She looks at the time, 9:30 P.M. She looks down again.

"I'm truly sorry about your lost," someone said. She looked to who said the phrase: the human kid. She put her head back down.

"You'll never know how it feels," Ava said.

"What do you mean?" asked the kid.

"Working part of here makes you force yourself to not feel any pain," she said. She seemed to follow Amber's side of the conversation.

"What makes you say that?" asked the kid.

"Those who work here seen death so many times, they don't care if it happens to them." She's still sniffing from the crying.

"Well, uh…" started the kid," I haven't seen death yet. I'm just a kid."

"Who are you anyway?" asked Ava, raising her head.

"I'm C, not getting more specific than that," said the kid.

"Hmm…classified like any other worker here."

"No, I don't like to give away my name. I just give out the first letter of my name."

"Then tell me your name."

"Even if we were friends, I still wouldn't give you my name." She laid her head back down. "Anyway, I haven't seen death yet, because I've been in death before…and because I'm a kid."

"I'm not gullible," said Ava.

"You don't believe me?" C walked toward Ava's cage, crouching. "Come here." She walked over to where he is. "Give me your paw." The command was done. He put her paw on his neck where heart beating can be felt. Both know heart beating can be felt here, and on the opposite side of his neck.

Nothing is felt on his neck; she moves around her paw all over the side of his neck, the same is done with the other side.

"A-a…aren't you d-dead?" she started to get scared.

"I am," C responded.

"T-then…" Ava is freaking out right now," …then how are you here?"

"Want the story?" C asked.

"Isn't that what I asked?"

"In a long way without asked the straight question…I guess, yeah. You've heard of God, right?" She nodded. "Alright, that's about an hour out of the conversation.
"Well, uh, around this time, it's been said that God created us for a certain thing. Back then they said we've been made for our own futures…I think. Anyway, I had a storyline, you have a storyline, and everyone has one. One storyline can't interfere with another in any bad way. That's what happened to me.
"When I was around seven, I was in a parade of some political race, I think for presidency; I'm not sure how I got there. I was behind one of the challenger's right-hand man, apparently the target. This was around night, so the assassin was hard to be seen. He has a sniper rifle; one bullet, one chance. When he got his aim right, something got his aim move slightly upward. It got me in the head-"

"Then what about that scar?" asked Ava.

He seemed to ignore the question, "More specifically, in the eye," when he actually answered the question. "The bullet wasn't like any other regular bullet. It ripped some of my skin, cracked my skull, and destroyed some of my brain."

"And the glasses?" asked Ava.

"I'm pretty sure no one would want to see the scar.
"Anyway, both of our storylines were interfered in the worst way possible. He's still out there, facing the nightmare that happened about seven years ago."

"So you're fourteen?" asked Ava.

"There goes my age," responded C," yeah, I'm fourteen.
"Anyway, I'm not sure why, but God tried to satisfy me from the unexpected death that happened. Nothing satisfied me until the ultimate taboo was broken: bringing the dead back to life. The scar would remain; I would not be completely alive, so part of the taboo was not broken. This kinda explains the 'no heartbeat' thing. He also sent me a power that didn't have a taboo to it; this partially explains me touching the food."

"No it doesn't."

"Ok…uh…you got a water bowl?" She took the water bowl from earlier the day to him. The water was halfway empty. "Ok, the power he gave me was one that hardly anyone ever thinks about. So if I ever met my murderer, I would give him a visit to God.
"I can bring things back to life, get them unexpired, or repaired, I can put things to die, expire, or make them weak, or I can 'restore' things back to the original state," he's touching the water with his index finger," which in this case, is happening now." Ava saw the water slowly turn into a weird brown color, it seemed greasy. She got surprised at what she saw. "Looks can be deceiving." That's what he said earlier today she thought.

"I was sent back here for two reasons," said C," the first reason was to find the murderer and kill him," Ava looks back up at C," the other reason is to live back the life I should've had. Since the murder came first, I was searching for him, starting in the forest, where I was partially brought to life.
"When I was searching for him, I found the Surface. From the hygiene that you've been living in, and all of the Pokémon here, I couldn't bear it. I had to put the murder aside for the Pokémon here. Magically, when I started working there, the food received was expired, almost 2 years after the date. The water received was bad, so that was a bigger problem in their hands. So they gave them the water and food as is, I was a sender, so I sent the food, as the state as I put them in." He touched the water again, making the water clean and purified. "Whether if the Pokémon was a bad Pokémon or a good one, everyone deserves a good meal."

"You seem to be a Pokémon lover…" said Ava.

"Yeah," admitted C," just not in a dirty way." Ava laughed a little bit, slightly relieving her depression on her lost friend. "Well, that's my story. What's yours?"

"Well…"Ava started." I really don't have much to say. I don't remember how I got here, I was forced to evolve into what I am now and now I lost my only friend in my life."

"Hmm…seems like you're not gonna last here any longer."

"Probably not," Ava lowered her head down.

"How about joining me?" asked C. Ava looked up, wondering what he was talking about. "You know, while I find my murderer, you find some things about yourself; things you never thought would be in you."

She thinks about it for a minute," You seem to be the opposite of what you just said."

He laughs then says," Seems like you can't trust a teen." She laughs too, almost forgetting the loss. "So…are you gonna join me?"

"I guess it's true that I'm not going to last here soon…so…sure, why not?"

"Alright."

"So…when do I go?"

"Right now."

"Right now?"

"Yeah, any other time would be too late. Move back a little bit." Ava moved back as he asked. C touched part of the steel, and moved his finger down. The steel started to rust badly, only to where he touches. He stops 2 feet down, and moves right. Eventually the rusting showed around the caged door. He took off the inner part of the cage, easily taken off. "Are you gonna walk out of the cage or am I gonna have to carry you out?" C asked.

"I can manage to walk out," answered Ava. She walked out of the cage, now beside C. He took the inner part of the cage and placed it back in the cage, he touched the rusting line, seeing that it blends in to the other part of the cage. No more rusting.

"Alright, come on." He didn't know that there was a camera here; lights started flashing red, alarms going off. "Oh crap…"

To be continued…