(I'm not even going to SAY I'll update faster, because the last time that happened, I was fucked sideways by depression, and didn't update for over a month. So I think I'll just jinx it again.
I hope you like this chapter. Jack is a bit OOC, yes, but he's mondo pissed. So he just goes insane.
Also: two evolutions? /Legasp/ I know! Seriously. But Lev's reaction was so funny. I mean, that was me, watching my first evolution. "Holy shit Szeren's glowing, she's gonna die!" So...
He's a midget. Because it's CUTE. Lev wouldn't be Lev if he was, you know, eight feet tall.
I'm such a sick fuck! I abuse children's songs for disturbing gains! The riots will be described in much better, bloodier detail next chapter, since that time, Livvy will be in the thick of it. We may even see Yellow and Lance.
Besides, you think this is bad, just WAIT until the clinic scenes and the St. Jimmy scenes in Saffron. :3 /No spoilers yet!/
I took a ton of Wicked quotes in this one; that's been on my brain ever since I saw it in NYC. /Guy who played Fiyero: wicked hot. No pun intended./ Ahem. Anyways, don't own, please enjoy, feel free to shoot me for not updating. :3
Oh, and yes, I promise there will be Sex Wars in the next few chapters. Just not this one. It's all serious and stuff. /Serious face/
One last thing: name the poem I quote in this chapter, which I don't own, and...I don't know, I'll do something special for you. /shrugs/)
I sprung into action immediately, trying to find the silvery Eevee. "JACK! JACK!" I cried loudly, trying to find my way through the smoke.
Lev was putting out the fires best he could, but he was only a Totodile, and couldn't do it alone; and of course, the steam coming from the cold water hitting the flames made it harder to see.
Still, I pressed on. I had to find Jack. I had to save Jack.
Unbeknownst to me, however, Jack, Santi and Grimwald had already escaped with Malia and her Pokemon. Malia had grabbed them all, and ran out, Meganium on her heels.
I stopped, as a pillar from the gym fell on me, crushing my leg under it's weight. I was effectively trapped.
Great. That's exactly what I needed. Well, it could be worse. The pillar could be on fire.
And, because of course, the universe loved me as its newest fuck-puppet, the pillar was aflame as the flames leaped through the Gym.
God damn it.
"HELP!" I screamed. Lev was trying his hardest. "IT WON'T STOP!" He screamed, trying to douse it. I tried to shake free of the pillar, but I couldn't.
"PUT ALL YOUR POWER INTO IT!" I cried, trying to pull my way out. The gashes just kept piling up, and I was bleeding profusely at this point. I pressed myself against the wall, and just quietly waited to die.
"Sorry, daddy..." I muttered. "Can't beat you now, I guess..."
I lay down, and closed my eyes.
And waited.
Santi was watching outside, and saw her hand, limply pressed against the window. "Fuck." He muttered. He knew he had to save Olivia. But how...?
He didn't know, nor did he particularly care. He rushed back into the building, and ripped a hole in the door to reach her. The fire didn't bother him much; after all, he was a Fire-type. His kind STARTED fires like this!
She lay there, burnt and sweating, looking at the wall with glassy eyes. She, apparently, wasn't adapted for this conditions. Go figure.
He tried to pull her, but to no avail. "Come ON, Livvy!" She said nothing, merely kept staring. He roared. "YOU HAVE TO LIVE!" She merely groaned quietly, and flopped her hand a bit.
He took her, and tried to pull her.
/It isn't working! What do I do?!/ He thought, trying to pull her out.
/FLY/
The word came to him in a flash.
/I can't!/ He said, shaking his head.
/Try./ A voice said.
Seeing Lev would be okay for the moment, he nodded to the Totodile—and broke open the window, jumping out of it with Olivia clutching his back.
/Might as well die if I can't fly!/ He thought wildly for the moment.
He roared, and felt himself growing, glowing, shifting and expanding—
/TELL THEM HOW I AM DEFYING GRAVITY/
Santi roared, and spread his wings in flight.
/AND NOBODY IS EVER/
He dove down as the riots raged outside the Gym, as he roared in agony and ecstasy—
/GONNA BRING ME/
Pull up and fly forward...
/DOWN/
He set down, and roared a challenge to all who looked on. The onlookers who had come to see the burning Gym gasped, seeing this proud and mighty dragon protecting the girl on his back, and...
Defying gravity.
/We wish we could be like you./ Their faces whispered. /O how we wish we had wings like you./
Except for one Eevee's face, that blazed with pure hatred.
The Squads came with their guns and their riot gear, attacking and killing all they could, and still the fire burned on. '
/The ants go marching one by one/
One woman was shot, trying to pull her Ninetales out of a broken window she was impaled on—
/Hurrah, hurrah/
A dark-skinned man was doused in gasoline, and hung from a tree, as the crowd of police and citizens jeered, watching the burning tree set him alight.
/The ants go marching two by two/
A poor, mentally disabled boy, no older than eight, was wailing, his misshapen head broken open, with the brain peeking out from under the bits of skull.
/peekaboo-i-see-you/
His nurse tried to save him, as the revelers, citizens who led honest and decent lives, shot them both, to put them out of their misery, honestly and decently.
/Hurrah, hurrah/
The police were shooting indiscriminately into the crowd, just trying to stop the burning and the broken glass. They were no better than the rioters...and the rioters were no better than them.
/ThisisthewaytheworldendsnotwithabangbutawhimperohgodIhearitcoming./
Back at the Headquarters, the entire Elite Four was watching the riots on the news. Morgan watched with clenched teeth, having seen the burning of Celadon's Gym.
"SIR!" Tristan gasped. "LOOK!" Since the satellite feed could only concentrate on so much, they hadn't seen the gym for a while, until—
"LIVVY! GET THE HELL OFF THAT WINDOW LEDGE!" Morgan screamed. Collins sighed.
"She...can't hear you, sir." Morgan nodded.
"I see." Morgan paused. "...OLIVIA KENT, GET OFF THE GODDAMN WINDOW LEDGE!" He screamed louder.
Tristan merely arched an eyebrow.
"She's...look!" Derek said, pointing at the screen.
Olivia was clutching a Charmeleon, holding onto his neck tightly, as the Charmeleon began to grow. "Holy shit," Morgan gasped, "it's evolving."
"Sir, you're just one for intelligent observations tonight, aren't you?" Tristan remarked, lighting a cigarette.
"I wish you dead." Morgan muttered. Tristan held up the cigarette.
"Wish granted."
The Charizard roared—and even on TV, the Elite Four still jumped.
"Should we go get her?" Jeremy suggested. Morgan shook his head.
"If we went out in those riots, we'd be killed. It's us they want. That's why they did this—either we go out there and get killed, or we look like cowards and failures. Damn it." Morgan sighed. "They played us like fools."
"Let's hope the public is stupid enough to believe otherwise." Tristan remarked. Morgan nodded.
"Damn, I hope so."
Olivia stared up at the stars.
"Hello. Did you come for tea?" She babbled, waving limply.
"Get her to the hospital!" Grimwald roared at the TV reporters. "Are you people fucking stupid?!"
Everyone at the Headquarters was glued to the TV, even Damien and Seamus.
"Bzz...bzzat...We have breaking news. The girl is alive, and...well...I go to you, Sherrie." The reporter said.
"Thanks, Gabe. We have ah, a...an angry Pachirisu on the scene." Tristan stared.
"Isn't that Liv's Pachirisu?" He whispered to Morgan.
"ARE YOU DUMB FUCKERS GOING TO TAKE THIS KID TO THE HOSPITAL OR NOT?! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, HER CLOTHES ARE ON FIRE! AT LEAST PUT THE FLAMES OUT!" Morgan sighed.
"I bet."
They did haul her into an ambulance eventually, speeding her off to the hospital as best they could.
"LEVIATHAN!" Bellossom cried. "DEAREST DARLING LEVIATHAN!" Malia shook her head.
"He's...he's..."
There was a great crunching sound. Bellossom jumped. The door was being eaten.
"It's not cake...not even chocolate..."
Her eyes lit up.
The Totodile walked out of the Gym dejectedly, having had his cake denied to him. Bellossom rushed over to him, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Dearest darling Leviathan, are you hurt?" He shook his head.
"No. But...I feel all squirmy. And I'm glowing." He said, before looking down at his arm. His eyes widened.
"OH GOD I'M GLOWING! HELP! HELP! LIVVY, HELP ME!" He screamed, running around like...well, a chicken with his head cut off. Or a hysterical Totodile.
Bellossom sweatdropped. "OHGOD DEAR SWEET CHRIST I AM DYING HELP ME MEW!"
Even when the glow faded, and he was a fully-evolved Croconaw, he still kept running around. Bellossom finally hit him with a Razor Leaf.
"You're evolved!" She yelled at him. Lev turned to her, and blinked.
"I'm not dying?" Bellossom sighed. "No...but..." She cast a glance at him.
"You're very short." Indeed, this was true. Lev was only about two-and-a-half feet tall. Croconaw were supposed to be almost five; Feraligatr, almost eight.
Lev pouted. "Well, I guess I'm a lover, not a fighter." Bellossom stared at him.
"...I won't comment." She grumbled, taking him by the hand. "Can you still dance?"
In response, Leviathan picked her up, and started to dance.
"Shake shake, shake shake-a shake it!" Grimwald said, rehashing a joke that just couldn't get old.
Jack merely stared at Santi, who had shaken the ashes off his wings. Santi blinked at him. "Jack, hey, you're okay—" The Eevee snarled at him, and the action, while not truly threatening, was so off-color for Jack that Santi stopped.
"You fuck." Jack said, spitting out a human curse word. He saw Santi flinch, and he snarled. Good. He wanted that fat worm to suffer.
"I was going to save her. ME. But it just didn't work like that, did it? HUH!? You just had to be that big ol' hero, saves and bags the girl, everyone goes home happy!" Santi blinked.
"Jack, seriously, what the hell—"
Jack screamed. "SHE ALWAYS LIKED YOU BEST!" Santi stopped.
"YOU FUCKING SUCK, DO YOU HEAR ME!? YOU SUCK! SHE LOVES YOU, AND NOT ME! YOU CAN FIGHT, AND I CAN'T! SHE WANTS YOU!" For a sick moment, Jack saw a twisted scene in his mind; Livvy with her skirt shoved up, moaning as Santi fucked her eagerly, and it just warped and mangled his hatred into a weapon he could further use.
"So go," Jack spat, "fuck her or whatever, I don't care anymore. Because obviously someone so strong deserves her. Never mind that I love her more than you ever could!" Santi merely watched at this point, staggering surprise and puzzlement stunning him into silence.
"I hope you all burn in hell." He finished, before turning and running towards Fuchsia City, speeding through the riots and into the forest—where the fire was raging hardest.
Santi should've gone after him.
But he didn't.
Instead, he sighed, and wondered what it would be like for them when Livvy woke up.
I blinked, trying to block out the sunlight streaming through the window. "Oh, fuck this. We leave for, like, three days...and you end up in the hospital for, like, the third time in..." The voice stopped.
"Yo, when'd she start her journey?" The voice asked. Another spoke.
"About two months ago." The voice whistled. "Damn. Two months! Impressive record, kid!" I groaned.
"Fuck off, mister sun." I grumbled, trying to blink it out of my eyes. Then they shot open.
"Gold! Silver!" I cried, hugging them both. I winced instantly, and Silver sighed.
"Seriously?! Look at you! You're lucky you're not burned to a crisp!" He paused. "There won't be any permanent damage, though. You got that much lucky. Your leg might have a couple scars, though."
I nodded. "Okay, great. Well, and?" I looked over at the other side of the room, and raised an eyebrow.
"So..." Lev nodded. "I evolved!"
"I noticed." I said dryly. "And I also can't help but notice you're a midget." His eyes welled with tears.
"Why do you say things you know will hurt me?" He said melodramatically. I sighed.
"Okay...where's Jack?" Santi looked deeply uncomfortable. I glared at him. "Don't make me tap into your thoughts. If it comes to that, I will." Santi blinked.
"He...he ran away. He was angry, because I saved you...and he didn't...so he ran away. Don't worry, we sent Opal after him." I stopped short.
"Don't worry!? Don't WORRY?! My STARTER is out there, somewhere in all those riots, and you tell me not to WORRY?!" I screamed, bolting out of the room, ignoring the screaming pain in my bandaged leg, as Gold screamed, "LIVVY, DON'T! THE RIOTS ARE STILL OUT THERE!"
Opal stared in wonderment at Jack. It would all be so, so terribly easy.
"Yes, honey," Celeste purred, "you can kill him."
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/ThisisthewaytheworldendsnotwithabangbutawhimperohgodIhearitcoming./
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/It's here./