Chapter 8
Sparks' loneliness
Sparks wakes up. He looks to the left of him. There are empty beds where Scouter and Cyndaquil were. He looks to the right of him. The same story but with Dash's bed only. He sits up. He checks the beds again hoping that some magical thing happened to bring them back. He felt some connection to them all. It was the strongest with Scouter and it was building strong with Dash. He checks the beds again. Finally he has the strength to get up and leave the miss bodies in the bed. Their bodies and their spirits may have left the area but he stills feels them. He remembers them. He usually doesn't react to the death of a teammate. This time however is different. This time there is no one else. It's just him. They were the only ones to understand what he was doing. Now he's alone. He walks over to the box that Dash had open yesterday. Empty. Just the shell of the cardboard. He sighs to himself.
"I never thought I would feel this way," Sparks thought, "This true loneliness. You never feel this way until you've lost everything. This is the second time this has happened to me. What I would do to just hear their voices again. I would be so happy."
Sparks pulls out his knifes. He stares deeply into them.
"My knifes. My darkness is all I've got now. This is truly being lonely. Just me. Myself. My own thoughts. Damn you Sparky. Why did you have to kill their innocent souls? Why? Why?" Sparks breaks down. His knifes fall to the ground. They fail to stab the hard light ground. "I don't know why I miss them so much. Were they different and I felt a stronger connection with them then I did with any other group I had? Maybe it's because I lost everything? Maybe not. I need to get over them. To forget them. Well, if they're still alive and I see them then I won't forget. Maybe they are alive. But why would they not be here yet? Did they get lost? Maybe they're spying on Sparky. Then again Sparky couldn't be spied on for more than a half an hour. She's too alert."
Sparks picks up his knifes. He goes on the path Dash used to go to the town except this visit is not a happy visit to order and plan something. This visit is to help walk away from the pain of his losses. He can feel it holding him down and in war; you can't let anything slow you down. He passes the same sign that couldn't be read by the undeveloped partner he had. He slowly walks up the endless stairs up into the tree that was still lit up like the night that he met Dash. After ordering the sitrus berry drink, he sits down in the same place he sat a few days ago. He stares into the drink, "Maybe this will be able to heal me. Maybe this drink will help me lose my feelings. Maybe... Maybe... Maybe." He looks at the worried looking Scraggy just staring at him talking to his drink. He looks away, "Maybe I can try to get another team going. It'll be hard because Sparky has poisoned the land with her ideas. I need to go to places where Sparky wouldn't be. I have to if I want to beat her and them. I may have the strength but she has the numbers."
Sparks drinks the ordered drink. He then hears a faint voice in his head, "Sparks? Sparks are you there? Can you hear me? I guess not. I guess I haven't gotten the ability to send messages. "
Sparks quiet surprised doesn't answer. He thinks to himself, "Who would be trying to contact me? Scouter! That was his dark magic!" He pauses. "But it wasn't his voice. How could his frequency of magic be played out to me but not have it be his voice? Could it be Sparky trying to mess with me? Trying to play with my feelings?" He hit the glass off the table and it shatters on the floor. He stares at it for a few minutes as the Scraggy is yelling at him but he isn't listening to him. No. That moment of the glass shattering reminded him that the shattered glass on the floor is him right now. There is nothing in it and it is useless and he is all over the place. Unlike the glass he needs to pull himself together. He decides to try to make contact with this faint voice. He tries and tries and tries but something is interfering him and he knows who. Sparky. Whoever is trying to make contact with him is near Sparky. He gets up. Walks out and sees if he can hopefully break the barrier that Sparky has put up against him. He keeps trying to make contact. Each time failing. He can hear himself each time. He gets frustrated. He looks around for a target but before he finds one the voice comes back, "Hello? Did I make contact?"
Sparks surprised, "Hello! Ya! You did!"
"Yes! I did it!"
"Who is this? Is this Scouter?"
"No. Scouter is dead."
"What? What happened?"
Minutes pass before the next reply, "Sorry, can't talk anymore Spa-," the message was suddenly ended.
"Hello? You still there?"
Hours passed before he decides that contact was over for now. He is excited. "I have someone!" Sparks thinks, "Someone else knows dark magic and they know me! But who is this thing. They might understand me! But who is he? It sounded like a guy but then again if you haven't mastered the messaging your voice sounds different in messaging than it sounds face-to-face. Let's not get too excited now. Let's see how this plays out."