Sins of The Angel part 3
by ~SkyexJill
Sins of The Angel
"If you're lonely I'll be by your side, if you're afraid I'll sing to you, if there's a monster I will pull you up, I'll extend a hand to you"
The taste of blood ... instead of fear, horror or sadism I'm feeling. There is a feeling that I hid again, a feeling that controls all the adrenalin in my body. I desperately don't want to realize it. The feeling that was hidden, deep in my heart, and so I stand with a trembling and horrified expression.
The dark eyes widened at the sight before him, his legs felt limp, his hands raised with chills. The green-haired man fell to his knees in front of the corpse of a Pokémon. His mind tried to think of an answer. But he can only see a dead end; although he tried desperately and was tortured because of it. He does not remember what happened, does not know why his hands are stained with the blood of Pokémon. He wondered why his flesh was cold as snow. His thoughts are disrupted as reality hits like a bolt of lightning and a scream works its way out of his lips.
Why? What did I do? Did I kill them? But if I killed them, I should have remembered, whether it was a good or bad memory. Why can't I remember?
His ego was trying desperately to escape, but his mind takes one step closer to the edge. N shuddered, he can't do anything. It was a dead end, he was alone... Alone?!
N, looked away from the bodies, towards his partner, White, who was still quietly asleep behind him. He wanted to wake her but realized that both his hands were dirty with blood. He feared White would be mad at him again. He was afraid that if White misunderstood, she would think he killed the Pokémon. N takes a poke-ball from his right pocket and called out Carracosta, the only water type Pokémon that he had.
Light shot out of the poke-ball to the ground and Carracosta appear. The Pokémon was amazed by the scenery around it, Pokémon corpses were strewn like garbage in front of him and his trainer. Carracosta anxiously turned to see his trainer. His trainer expressed horror, his hands trembling and panicked. Without asking, Carracosta somehow looked relieved when there was no expression of guilt on the face of his trainer. It was more than enough to make him believe that it was not his trainer who did this. Although he was aware of the blood stains on hands of his trainer. A sense of loyalty made the Pokémon try to dodge that fact.
Carracosta put one hand on the head of his trainer. He smiled
"I know you're a good trainer, master. I trust you." He said as he tried to comfort him.
And it worked; it gradually brought a smile to his trainer's face. "... Thank you ..."
Carracosta managed to calm his trainer, N was able to be a little quiet with one who believes in him. He intended to tell his Pokémon about using water to wash his hands, but...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA!
N heard the shouts that echoed in the woods, the voice made Pokémon frantically run around in shock, winged flying Pokémon left the forest in panic. All were surprised by the voice. And the sound was coming from near where N and his Pokémon were now. N felt like he went deaf, he tried to cover his ears, although it was useless. Carracosta fainted because of the voice; it's a super effective attack on him. The sound was coming from White, who had awoken and was hysterical, looking at dead bodies of nearby Pokémon. Her eyes were pale, she was trembling and frightened. But it still lost the expression of N.
He knew what the risk was if you made White angry and he can honestly say she is the scariest partner he had ever encountered. N shuddered to imagine what she would do to him when she misunderstood the situation.
White opened the blanket and stood up. Her expression was furious, she gritted her teeth and stepped up to N. N close his eyes and gasped as he realized the sound of footsteps as his partner came closer. The footsteps stopped in front of him, his collar was grabbed by force, and a clear voice growled angrily in his ears.
"Tell me..." N winced, preparing for the worst. "TELL ME WHO IS DOING THIS TO THE POKEMON?" The green-haired man stared and was surprised to hear the question.
He had thought that he would not think straight after watching this scene; he thought his life would end, and he was pleased with the fact that does not comply with it.
"TELL ME NOW!" White can't wait for an explanation.
"I... I do not know ... after I woke up... They were already dead on the ground." The green-haired man could not speak normally because of tightness in his partner's hand still to his grip.
White slowly released N from her grip. The man was taking a breather to recover from almost being strangled. He saw his partner who saw the body sculpting Pokémon.
"White ..?"
The tears fell, he saw carefully. White biting her lips with a loud sob, blood falling to the ground. Her tear-filled eyes are always beautiful. Her whole body was shaking. Juice of annoyance, anger and grief on her face implied. N never saw her cry, White is a strong person, he always had such assume like that. N did not expect his partner to cry. Although he knew the pony-tailed girl is only human. He knew how much she loved Pokémon; she's got a lot of love and justice. N found another reason to love White.
The green-haired man's hand gently patted White's shoulder; he tried to calm her the same way Carracosta had done for him. White hugged and cried loudly in her partner's chest. N wrapped his arms around her. They stayed like that for a while.
While they both calmed down, they buried the Pokémon and prayed for them. White had stopped crying but she still let out a little sob. Her eyes were red and her tears were nearly gone. N, done making the graves for the Pokémon, had been squatting at her side. The hand that had been soiled by blood became contaminated by soil. He wanted to ask her something, but thought for a moment.
"White ..."
"What ..?" She looked towards her partner with a curious face.
"My hands ... you see, they are not?" N whispered, he was afraid to ask.
"You're talking about the blood on your hands?" White already guessed, and N nodded.
"You would not act like that." She spoke with confidence as if she knew him for years, not three months.
"You do not know anything about me ..."
"But I believe you!" White interrupted the pessimistic words of the man beside her.
N remembered when he met his companion, and it was only three months ago. A short time can't make them very familiar with each other. That's the reason why N was afraid she misunderstood. But the words she had just said made him think of a White as a familiar old friend. His heart seemed brighter after hearing her say that.
"Thank you ..."
White looked to her partner a smile. But soon she turned her gaze toward the ground where the graves of the buried Pokémon were. Her eyes became fierce, her mouth snarling like a wild animal, killing her normally calm aura.
"But ... people who commit atrocities like this DO NOT DESERVE TO LIVE!" Blaring screams, her expression was dark and her aura made Pokémon scurry away from her, N shuddered, he moved away from her. As a hurricane comes, as lightning that hits, or as a bomb that has made thousands of lives lost in an instant. Her emotions are inflamed by vengeance for the death of the Pokémon. N was never afraid of anyone, but he vowed that this time that no one is more frightening than the White.
Her hand was digging into the soil, making it dirty. White realized it but left it alone. They took care of their tents when they were making a grave for the Pokémon, so she can freely go without anything being left behind.
While she was walking away, N cannot wake up after it had been. He was shaking again, tighter than ever, his heart racing. But he smiled. Feelings of joy, that feeling that he was hiding all this time. Something that was locked in his heart had rebelled and destroyed the cage that had been bound by a layer of steel called the law.
The sight of the corpse of a Pokémon is something beautiful, but there is a desire to want more. And he loved to make someone who he loved suffer; it is a major pleasure for him. That's the target of a new wild animal in the hearts of N.