Felyx
There was a crash somewhere in the kitchen, followed by a gunshot. Startled, the girl removed her headphones and looked up from her tattered book. Hastily, she wiped the glistening river flowing down her cheeks dry and stood up, allowing the thick tome fall to the ground. The unbelievably shiny letters formed the title of the book: Overcoming Depression. Her PokePod slipped out of her hand and her headphone jack ripped free from the Pokepod. It shattered upon impact with the floor. The famous singer, Gothelle's, sang a long haunting note before the PokePod reached the floor, abruptly cutting off as the Pokepod became damaged beyond repair. As if possessed, the girl slowly opened her door, almost gliding towards the origins of the gunshot.
Shellshocked and dead to the world, she stepped on glass pieces, not noticing the crimson red blood oozing slowly out of the fresh cuts on the underside of her feet. She started hyperventilating as unfamiliar memories invaded her mind.
She was running through a burning field, legs and arms tired from sprinting for so long, lungs threatening to collapse. Loud bangs rang in the air, making her jump every five seconds. They were gaining on her... Fear drove her forwards, and she dropped to four limbs, crawling away.
"There you are..." A distorted menacing voice sent shivers down her spine. Yelping, she was roughly pulled away from the solid ground. Panicked, she squirmed, and even bit into her captor's gloved hand. Spitting out the horrible taste of burnt leather and blood, she growled, still trying to escape.
"Oh, no you don't." A blue light blinded her as she was exposed to electricity. Slipping into darkness, she heard the man promise that she'd be waking up in a safe place very soon.
Another gunshot jolted the girl out of her reverie. This shot brought her senses back. Gasping, she ran the length of the house, finally arriving at the once pristine kitchen. There was her uncle pointing an ancient sawed-off shotgun at another, who in the fetal position at his feet. Uncle Quinn's lined face was alight with fury, and spittle as well as foam formed on his lips, making him look even more so like a madman. The girl, sensing that she would be in danger if spotted, swooped behind the heavy door.
"Why do you have THIS in your possession? How did you attain it?" Uncle Quinn whispered. The other person whimpered, which only made Uncle Quinn bare his teeth in a sadistic smile. He kicked the person curled up on the floor and didn't flinch as the person coughed up blood on his shoes.
"Answer me, John!" Uncle Quinn roared. The girl's heart dropped to her stomach. John! She was even more frightened when she spotted what was in Uncle Quinn's hand. It was the book she had snitched from the black market, All About Pokemon. Terrified for John, the girl watched on helplessly. Answer him, John! She urged him mentally. Unfortunately, John couldn't read minds or even notice she was there. His brown eyes stared defiantly at Uncle Quinn, and his steely will to protect the girl clamped his mouth shut. Uncle Quinn, who got tired of waiting for an answer, shifted the gun and aimed at John's heart.
"I have no need for your services anymore. Goodbye, John. You can meet your fellow criminals in Hell." With that, he pulled the trigger...
"Ah!" My vocals chord threatened to rip as I screamed my head off. My frantic breaths only made me even more thirsty for it. Swallowing air, I placed my hand over my heart, willing it to slow down. It continued it's pounding, making my head dizzy just to count how many beats a minute my heart is doing. All too sudden, a light was shined on my face, directly into my eyes. It's glare blinded me.
"Good evening, Felyx. Would you like dinner?" Squinting, I looked around for the speaker. When I couldn't spot her, she giggled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot humans have poor visibility." With that, a dark teal figure appeared.
It was a floating apparition. It had no clear clothes on, and it's body widened at it's... non-existent neck like a dress, which was adorned with bright red jewels. It's eyes, like two red suns, crinkled in a smile.
"What are you?" Never in my life had I been so startled. It was so disfigured, so surreal, and yet... so familiar. A strange feeling of nostalgia and recognition washed over me, drenching me in the sweet aroma of a flower I had not experienced before. The warm rays of the sun warming my tense back, and a shadow. They were always shadows, shadows of what I'll never see.
"Don't you recognize me?" She asked with a weary and disappointed edge. That was when her voice clicked. Still unsure about this absurd answer, I replied with a question.
"So- Sophie? Is that you?" The weird little figure bobbed her head eagerly. In the blink of an eye, the figure grew twice its size. There was no sparkles, or a twirl of long cape whatsoever. One second there was a small and slightly adorable bobble head kind of... thing, then, the next there was a Sophie, who looked like she decided to copy the apparition's fashion sense.
Sophie was completely decked out. She had her wild bluish-green hair, the tips a light pink, tied up in a large bushy ponytail with red orbs on a string that throbbed with mysterious aura. She had the same jewels decorating her ears that were shaped like half of hearts. After looking at her ears, my eyes were compelled to stare into hers. Large orange eyes led me deeper into their depths, drowning me in their mysterious power. They blinked, long lashes gently brushing against her pale cheeks. The spell I was in was broken. Uncomfortably, I cleared my throat, emitting a small giggle from her. Her small lips were so red, it reminded me of my blood-filled dream. As if reading my mind, Sophie hid her mouth behind her hand. If I gathered enough courage to fall into her eyes again, I am certain I would have seen a glint of amusement. The same red jewels hung around her slender neck like a choker. Sophie stepped closer to me, and the darkness shimmered around her. For a fraction of a second, I could she her dress, which was the same color as her hair, green and slightly pink at the edges. The dress was a short empire styled kind of dress, and as soon as I spotted the dress, it molded into the background. Surprisingly, she was barefoot and... hovering over the ground?
"Good evening, Felyx. Would you like dinner?" Sophie repeated. She stretched her hand out for me to hold on, but I avoided it and staggered to my feet.
"What... How...?" I said, in a semi-shocked state. Sophie's smile faltered, and she bit her lip, revealing rather tiny but razor sharp teeth. A trickle of red liquid seeped from her lips and she rubbed it off, seemingly undisturbed.
"She's a Misdreavus Pokemorph." Out of the shadows, a sombre Will appeared.
His demeanor was drastically different from before. His eyes no longer glowed with mischief. And his wardrobe had underwent a through change. His glossy black hair peeped through a white cap with two bold black and yellow stripes forming a pair of wings on the front of the cap. A rather eye catching yet simple design, which told me all I needed to know about him. He wore a yellow T-shirt over a black long-sleeve shirt with the same design shimmering on his chest. His faded blue jeans had three pockets, and the wings were sewn onto the right pocket. He wore black trainers that looked really comfy. I wonder where he got them. Then, his bag caught my eye. To say that his bag was dirty was a major understatement. The poor bag was now the darkest of grays, with darker splotches where mud and other fluids stained the- Is that blood?
Will, feeling me seize him up, shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"Felyx, right? We never really got to be properly acquainted. My name is Will Caster (CASE-ter). Pleased to meet you," said Will, and he reached forward to briefly hold my hand. Yes, he definitely changed, and I think I like this side of him better. When he brushed his fingers against my palm, I hoped that the jolt of electricity I felt was only my imagination.
"This is my friend and mentor, Sophie Caster. And Lania Roulette, the charming lady setting up for dinner, is my full sister." Lania, hearing her name, peeked at me from around the corner, and smiled kindly at me.
"Hold on, if Lania is your full sister, why doesn't she have the same last name as you?" The question slipped from my lips before I registered it. Lania and Will exchanged amused glances with each other, as if very used to the question I presented to them.
"Let's all start from the beginning..."