"Lets hear it for America's Suitehearts! But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins. You can bow and pretend that, you don't, don't know you're a legend. Time, time, time hasn't told anyone else yet. Let my love loose again" - Fall Out Boy "America's Suitehearts"
14 Waking Up
Paul and Dawn were still dancing, if it were to be called that. Paul reluctantly held his arms around Dawn's waist and Dawn sighed hopelessly, since it was clear he was not going to give her any thing sensual.
May and Drew had gone off to do exactly what Ash and Misty were doing in another room, leaving our plum head and blunette alone on the dance floor.
Dawn was getting bored, so she switched tactics. "Hey Paul," she said in her sexiest voice.
Paul was barely paying attention. "Huh?" he replied. His mind was trying to figure out what the effing hell was wrong with this castle.
She looked at him expectantly, but he didn't meet her eyes. "Are you not going to take me to your room?"
He shivered visibly. On one hand, he could get some serious love time with Dawn; on the other, he could get them all the hell out of this freaking castle and maybe get a thank-you kiss from Dawn later. Maybe.
"Paul," she purred, taunting him.
He had to shake his head to clear it. In a split second, he made his decision. Paul grabbed Dawn's wrist and sprinted out of the hall, much to her delight. "Paul, slow down!" she giggled, yet excitement coursed through her. "I didn't know you'd be so eager."
Without a word, Paul ran down the hall that branched off into the three guys' rooms. However, instead of throwing open the door of his room, he flung open Ash's.
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Misty and I jumped, but didn't pull apart. We turned to glare at our intruder, and saw Paul and Dawn standing in the doorway.
"Um, Paul, darling," Dawn cooed, "I think this is the wrong room."
"We have to get out of here," Paul said in a commanding voice.
I blinked, and then boom, I remembered why I had pushed Misty away a few minutes ago. "He's right," I said, and Misty gave me a most puzzled expression. "We need to leave, right now."
Without another thought, I grabbed her wrist similar to the way Paul clutched Dawn and dragged her out of the room. She didn't protest, just got this really confused look on her face.
"Where's May and Drew?" Paul asked.
I pointed at Drew's room. "Try there."
We looked. It was empty.
I groaned. "Guess the bed wasn't enough for those two, huh?" I said sarcastically.
"Wait, Paul," Dawn whined. "We're not going to… you know…"
"No," snapped Paul. He didn't dare split us up, should we fall back into the horrible trance. I couldn't believe I had been kissing Misty. And then some.
Did I just accuse this trance of being horrible? I take it back. The trance had been bliss, but… it wasn't right. Not in the least.
"May!" I called. "Drew!"
Dawn and Misty blinked. "Why are you looking for them?" Dawn asked.
"Because we need to leave," Paul growled.
Suddenly, the girls became distraught. "But I don't want to leave!" they wailed. They grabbed Paul and me by our clothes, clutching us and begging to stay. It was easy for Paul to turn Dawn away, since he was always so cold, but it was another story entirely for me to say no to Misty. I'd known her for over six years, and I'd seen her cry once, maybe twice. Seeing this display of pain and misery was almost unbearable for me.
A noise woke me from my trance. I blinked. This wasn't the time to… yeah, do whatever my hormones wanted me to. We were in danger here, I could feel it. So could that damn bracelet.
We sprinted through the castle, and it began to seem less like a paradise and more like a prison. There were suddenly more turns than before, and I couldn't remember my way around. Instead of glowing with radiance, the castle grew darker. I began to slip on the glass floor.
"DREW!" yelled Dawn. "MAY!" She and Misty were waking up, realizing how dire our situation was.
Paul, who was leading our pack, began to slow. "Wait a minute," he said. "This is right back where we started."
I looked around, and, sure enough, there was the bed Misty and I had been messing up just a few minutes ago. I glanced around the remainder of the room, poking in the doorway. "My bag!" I cried, and I snatched it up. That was not something I wanted to forget. It had all my Pokemon—.
The bag was strangely light. I tore it open and saw only empty balls. All my Pokemon were gone.
There wasn't time to worry about it. We reached into all the other rooms and grabbed our personal belongings, along with Drew and May's, and rushed on.
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The window. Max stared at the sliver of moonlight that had somehow penetrated the clouds and found its way into his desperate cell. The Pokemon had made it clear they weren't attacking, but standing guard. Evidently something bigger was coming.
So it only made sense that he and Brock had some time.
Slowly, so as not to excite the Pokemon with a sudden movement, Max nudged Brock. Brock jumped, having already given up, and looked at the younger boy frantically.
Without a word, Max gestured to the window. The moonlight reflected off his glasses.
Brock followed his hand to see what he was pointing at, and his mouth fell open when he realized it. The window was set incredibly high. There was no way a human could hoist himself through it.
"Unless…" Brock breathed, and a look of understanding flashed across his face. Ash's Staraptor twisted its neck around, glared at them with a beady eye, and turned its back to them again. It was suspicious, but not nearly as cautious as it should have been.
In the next second the two boys had jumped the bird, startling it and causing it to take flight with them on its back. Immediately the other Pokemon were on the attack, firing everything they had and not afraid to hit one of their own. However, their assaults were feeble without their Trainer to guide them.
The only one they were truly worried about was Pikachu.
The terrified bird flew up and up, zigzagging through the air in an attempt to throw its riders off. But Brock and Max held tight, and the Staraptor was unable to shake them. It flew closer and closer to the window.
"PIKA!" came the furious cry. A jolt of electricity shot through Max, so painful that he almost lost his grip. It felt like his nerves were on fire, shaking uncontrollably. He felt himself cringe from the shock, and he even counted the number of beats his heart skipped. His vision went from blurred to double, scaring him even more.
Abruptly the Staraptor crashed into the wall just below the window. Brock, who had recovered quicker than Max, managed to grab hold of the open window before the bird circled to the ground. Max found himself hanging on Brock's pant leg, dangling twenty feet above a horde of furious Pokemon.
Brock heaved himself over the edge of the window, dragging Max with him. The Pokemon below howled with rage at their escaped prey, and fired a few badly aimed attacks. Miraculously, Brock and Max crawled onto the muddy mountain path, alive.
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There were only so many places in the glass castle, so I reasoned that May and Drew had to be in one of them. We looked freaking everywhere, and still couldn't find them.
"May!" Misty yelled with her hands cupped around her mouth. "Drew-ew!" she said, elongating the last syllable.
Suddenly, the air didn't feel right. It seemed like we weren't the only ones breathing it anymore.
Dawn saw it first, and she screamed.
I didn't want to know what in Mew's name had scared her so bad; I just grabbed the nearest person and took off, praying desperately that others were following. The bracelet began to burn with a searing heat. I felt my skin begin to sweat beneath it, making the bracelet slide up and down my forearm.
"GO!" screamed Misty, who I'd apparently grabbed. She was starting to trip in her heels. "Let's get out of here!"
My curiosity got the better of me, and I cast a quick glance behind.
What I saw, I can hardly describe. At first I thought we were being chased by a giant pile of trash, but then I realized that it wasn't composed of garbage; hundreds of Pokemon—some dead, some alive and screaming—had come together in a grotesque moving pile that was another living thing entirely. Two enormous eyes bulged from between the bodies, set unevenly. A disgusting mouth split near the bottom, its maw opening wide. A few of the bodies fell into it, and the creature barely noticed. Panic rose in my chest as the mob of destruction gained on us with an unearthly roar.
Misty yanked her heels off and had effectively thrown it into the creature's eye.
The eye blinked painfully and we started running again. Furious, the creature screamed and pursued. Terror and adrenaline was pulsing through me, yet the urge to fight was getting stronger. I remembered what incredible power the bracelet had.
It wouldn't be smart to fight in here, I told myself. You're in a glass castle, and glass breaks way too easily. Wait until you are outside.
The four of us swung a hard left turn, slipping a little on the glass floor. I dreaded the sound of it cracking below us, especially with a monster like that on our tail.
The repulsive creature turned too sharply, and its side crashed into the wall. The glass fractured where it hit, but the monster didn't slow. Misty had linked her arm with Dawn's, and Dawn with Paul's, so that we had become a human chain. A clumsy, terrified human chain that was running for its life, but it was working.
That is, until Paul tripped.
He didn't fall gracefully, either. Paul was out of breath, and his shoes didn't have the best grip. His feet got tangled up in each other, causing him to fall.
Unfortunately, when he fell, he yanked Dawn's arm and pulled her down. The same went for Misty, and for me. Due to the slickness of the glass, Paul went sliding the few feet into an open door, pulling the rest of us with him.
Next thing I knew, we were tumbling down a flight of unforgiving stone stairs, my head bashing into rock and my friends as we rolled. I found myself at the bottom, looking up at the postage stamp of light that was the doorway. My head throbbed painfully. I was on top of the pile, with Paul at the bottom. The poor girls were sandwiched between us.
"Pika?"
I jumped to my feet, the heat of the bracelet starting to diminish. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw Pikachu, Piplup, and all of the girls' other Pokemon. I blinked in confusion. They blinked right back.
The corpse creature roared from above, causing the Pokemon to jump in fright. A single giant eye filled up the entire space of the doorway above us.
"Sta!" cried Staraptor, and I wondered when it had gotten out of its ball. Suddenly, the bird Pokemon grabbed all four of us in its massive talons by our various body parts. It jumped into the air and headed for the window that was high above us. I dangled by my leg, and couldn't help but scream in terror. Staraptor did not have a good grip on me.
We flew clumsily to the window, Misty and Dawn screeching in my ear while Paul simply looked pale. I yelled at Staraptor, demanding to know what the f*** it was doing. (Please pardon the editing. If my mom reads this and something like that's in there, I'm dead. Delia is a real stickler about language.)
Dawn's Togekiss grabbed a few other Pokemon, while Paul's Honchkrow managed to carry three. May's Beautifly, along with Drew's three flying Pokemon, got the rest. Misty's Azurill was the only one left, and Dawn's Aipom grabbed it before it scampered straight up the wall.
"GO, GO!" I yelled the instant we landed on the ground. The four of us scrambled to our feet, kicking up mud as we hurried to get away. Our stampede of Pokemon followed us, all of them yelling to one another things I'll never understand.
We were all in full-tilt panic, madly sprinting away from the glass castle. There were two figures panting on the ground up ahead of us, and I didn't realize who they were until I tripped over them.
Max and Brock were scratched and bruised, and extremely happy to see us. May and Drew were nowhere to be found.
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Yacaeli blinked lethargically as she gazed down at the pathetic humans. Her majestic head rested on her crossed paws, yellow eyes following their meager progress. They hadn't fallen for the castle trap, and she hadn't expected them to. In fact, she'd hoped they would escape. It was far more fun to let them almost achieve their prize and then pull the rug out from under them.
Her tail swished behind her, creating a small cloud of dust. Narrowing her eyes, she focused on the human with black hair. A chuckle rumbled in her throat as he tripped over the two humans sitting on the ground.
She choked off her laughter when she something glint on his wrist. The light of the moon that glowed from the clouds caused the gold bracelet to shimmer. And it shimmered red.
Instantly furious, the great cat rose to her feet and paced down the ledge, her eyes never leaving the progress of the humans. It couldn't be! It simply was not possible! Yacaeli had gotten rid of the Fire, she was sure of it. Destroyed it, shattered it into millions of pieces that were impossible to put back together.
And yet, there was that accursed Fire, attached to the boy's wrist. How in her lover's name had it gotten there?
She watched the raven-haired boy as he scrambled to his feet, urging his friends to keep going. She could see the glow of concern in his amber eyes, despite how far away she was.
Those eyes! She had destroyed those eyes as well, at least sixteen years ago. Twenty-four years after she had stolen her powers back, she had killed those wretched eyes.
And if the boy turned his head just a little bit, those horrible eyes would be on her. Memories raced through her mind, things she truly dreaded to think about.
The girl with flaming red hair thrust her sword forward at her own Pokemon. A look of fierce determination was painted on her beautiful face. She was young, cunning, and fast: a force to be reckoned with.
But the girl had met her match. She was losing.
Yacaeli paced the floor of her cave, glaring venomously at the girl as she fought. "Adara," she growled, "it's ironic, isn't it? You will be killed by what you brought here to end my life. I find it amusing."
Adara ruthlessly plunged the sword into her prize Vulpix, a creature she had trained from the day she started her journey. "I suppose," Adara replied as her most precious Pokemon slid of the sword and fell to the ground with a sickening thump. "But you see, Yacaeli, I've kept many secrets from you." She tapped her skull knowingly. "Hidden deep in here."
Yacaeli snorted. "There is nothing I don't know of you," she laughed.
Adara laughed along with her. "Yes there is," she chortled. She slashed another one of her Pokemon through the heart. "This."
And Adara raised her arm into the air. The bracelet on her wrist glowed with incredible heat. Her remaining Pokemon leapt at her, but soon she and they were consumed by the light the bracelet emitted, and Yacaeli could no longer see the battle.
After that, the fight was far too bloody to describe…
Yacaeli snarled viciously. Adara was dead and gone, along with the bracelet. Again, Yacaeli had not seen the bracelet coming. She had seen that stupid boy, but not the bracelet.
The great cat unfurled her wings and launched herself into the night, touching down occasionally on the mountain for a boost up. Her mind replayed the last thing she had seen before Adara died, when she reached into the human's memories to extract everything that had been hidden…
A tiny child, wrapped in a soft blue blanket. His arms flailed stiffly and were the color of a newborn child. His pink eyelids still were not open.
Adara scooped up the baby, and Yacaeli could feel the grin on the human's face. "Cináed," she whispered.
*AN: TADA! Wasn't it beautiful? Adara means fire as well, so don't be confused. What an exciting chapter, eh? You should totally review, cuz I had just about the worst day ever which consisted of my math teacher calling me "hun" while trying to console me (I was crying. I HATE it when I cry, cuz EVERYONE has to ask you what's wrong and blah blah blah and it's a pain in the butt) which is okay if they're a girl but he's NOT. So... you should brighten my day. I'm making a super fast update for you guys. So... yeah. Please make me smile!*