Chapter 2: Forgotten Truth
Two months later, Jade felt free. She had regained all her muscle tone (thanks to the specialized steroids Agnes smuggled for her). She was strong enough to work out on a daily basis, and no longer became easily lightheaded. The only memory of the incident was a long scar that ran from the top of her nose down past her left ear lobe; narrowly missing her eye. She had come to love her new hairstyle that only reached to her middle back. And she was ready to leave the damned hospital; and rejoin Clint and Ivy; her partners before the incident. She loved him so, so much. And Ivy, his Sceptile, was like her sister.
She gently laid what little she had in her worn out trainer's bag, and recalled Blade and Bolt reluctantly. She left a note for Agnes, and whatever money she had left. Then, she leaped onto Apollo's back, followed by Cain, and she nearly screamed with anticipation. She loved flying; especially on Apollo; with Cain sitting directly behind her.
Apollo launched off the ground; and soared up and over the hospital. Jade nearly cried. She was finally free. Apollo swooped down to a lake and flew only inches above it, then tilted and let his left wing make a ripple in the smooth surface. Then; Apollo skyrocketed up into the night sky, far above the clouds. When it became hard for Cain and Jade to breath, he tucked his wings to his sides and spiraled straight down in a nosedive. Jade felt the light Psychic energy rippling from Cain as he held her and himself safely on the mighty dragon's back. When Apollo had plummeted too close to the ground for comfort, he spread his wings and began flapping.
"Now," giggled Jade, "no more fooling around. Let's drop by the LGHQ and pay Jerry his requested visit."
She relaxed and lay with the back of her head resting up against the back of Apollo's neck. She folded her arms and sighed; as she watched the stars whip by. Cain was ever alert; ready to protect his mistress at any cost.
It wasn't too long before Mt. Silver appeared in the distance; the silvery haze surrounding it unmistakable. A nostalgic tear fell from Jade's dark green eyes.
"Faster, Apollo! Give it all you got!"
The Dragonite, whom had been merely drifting along, dove to gain speed, before taking off like a bottle rocket; quickly narrowing the space between them and the base.
An hour later, Jade was sitting across from Jerry, sipping on mint tea. Her Pokemon had had to be recalled; Jerry was the equivalent of Howie Mandel when it came to germs. The room was immaculately clean, in fact, was made of polished steel, silver, and chrome. The silver from the mountain itself, and the other metals imported from Iron Island.
Jerry set down his tea and cleared his throat. He hated being the boss right about now. He popped his knuckles and stared sadly at Jade as she told him of her flight there. She never noticed the single tear that streaked down his dark cheek.
He loved her like his daughter. Granted, his skin was the color of chocolate, and hers… pale and fair. But he had taken her in, seeing potential. Now; he was going to break his best agent's heart. He would wait a minute, though. He had worried about her so, so much…
"...And then Apollo almost hit a tree when landing in the valley… seriously, you need to get a damn landing ramp, or something!"
She took another sip of her tea and sighed; wondering where Clint was. Had he found someone else? Why in the world would her best friend not have visited her for a month? Wasn't he happy she was alive, and excited to talk to her after two years? Jerry was twiddling his thumbs. "What's up?" she asked. Maybe he knew something about Clint. She wished Cain was out of his ball; he could find out Jerry's aura.
"Jade… there's something I… something I need to tell you." He scooted over and took her hand.
Oh hell, what is THIS?
"Jade… when you and Clint were attacked, he didn't make it."
She stiffened immediately, and then recoiled as if burned.
"St-stop fucking joking, Jerry!" she cried. "They told me what happened, the doctors did! They said I fell from the TurboJet and busted open my head!"
She was shaking all over; completely panicked. Jerry calmly told her what she had forgotten.
"Jade- it was no TurboJet accident. You and Clint were assigned to scope out a factory that were developing machines to kill off the entire land of Orre. You were sent without your Pokemon to Phenac City; as a vacationing couple. But they figured it out, and they attacked you both. You managed to snap three necks bare-handed before…. you got that scar from a machete, not a TurboJet fall. You got lucky it only clipped you. You lost a lot of blood, though, and were then shot in the head by their leader. Clint leaped onto the guy, and they stabbed each other at the same time. The man was wearing a bullet-proof vest, but… stubborn ol' Clint. He hadn't put it on. The man fled- thinking it had pierced his armor, and Clint was able to fling his knife at him. It sliced his back from left shoulder blade to right hip. Clint wrote this for you… and he died moments later."
He laid the note on the table, before getting up and leaving the room; letting her sort things out.
Jade sat motionless; taking in her lost memories. She carefully picked up the note, and felt it's smooth texture. She didn't flinch when blood began to ooze from a paper cut on her index finger. He's dead… he's really dead! She screamed to the heavens and sobbed uncontrollably. Jerry listened from the other room; tears quietly dripping into the glass of tea he had poured. He heard her throw up, sputter, and then scream again. His natural impulse to go clean up the mess had temporarily vanished. He now yearned to know how to help her.
How could he help her?
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