Category: Pokémon
Rating: M
Couples: X
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery,
Chapter: 2
Copyright: Characters & places © By Game Freak, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's Note: Multi Chapter Interlude between Sword's Fate and its' upcoming Sequel. Can be read alone.
"Italics" is indicative of Telepathy.
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Diantha was meandering down the road to the Anistar Gym, to the left of which was where Olympia's apartment was. They had agreed that before the official unveiling of the Sundial's new walkway at noon, they'd have breakfast together.
Since it was still early and so few people were around the Gym, the part-time Champion part-time actress had decided to walk from her hotel to her breakfast. Surreptitiously looking around that no one was watching, she stretched leisurely as the gym started coming closer.
Glancing at the Sundial in the distance, she climbed up the few stairs to the apartment's front door. Frowning a bit, the Champion pushed the doorbell. Normally, that thing was near unused as the psychic usually knew when someone visited her and was waiting at the door for them. "Guess she decided to sleep in…"
Looking back into the city, she decided to sit on a chair on the front porch that was moderately hidden while waiting for Olympia to get her. Arceus knew swarming by fans could get real problematic for her.
After a good couple minutes – and several more times ringing – Diantha was getting just a bit concerned. Even if the Anistar Gym Leader was in the shower or something and therefor couldn't come to the door, she'd have made telepathic contact by now to tell her guest so.
Pulling out her Holo Caster, the actress tried to call her breakfast-partner. When that turned up nothing, she grew worried.
"Gardevoir." Summoning her trusted Pokémon, she one last time tried the doorbell.
"Gar?" The white Psychic-type gracefully came closer.
"Open the door, gently." Olympia would have told her had something come up, or at the very least answered her Holo Caster. Something had to be wrong…
Her fears were confirmed when she saw the hallway of the apartment. The wall on one side had been stripped from its' wallpaper, some sad strips hanging down. At the bottom of the stairs a shoe lay on the ground and a bit up the stairs something that looked like a bathrobe.
"Arceus, no." She moved inside a bit. "Olympia!" She had almost expected the answering silence. Taking a few steps to the bottom of the stairs, she could see the destroyed kitchen as well now. What had happened here!?
"I need Emergency Personnel at the Anistar Gym Apartment at once!" There was a hint of panic in her voice as she almost screamed it into her Holo Caster. "Gardevoir, wait for them at the door!"
Diantha took the stairs two steps at a time, only stopping when she reached the top. The bathroom opposite her seemed to have exploded, shards of tiles, glass and the large mirror having spilled out into the hallway. There was a crater in the far wall.
"Olympia?" At least she didn't need to wonder which direction to go, since the collapsed bookshelf was ample hint. Her eyes widened even more when seeing that part of the hallway wall had collapsed. She was almost hoping that the Gym Leader had been distracted by something in the city by now.
Thanking Arceus that her outfit allowed for freedom of movement, she carefully climbed over the bookcase blocking most of the bedroom door, looking through the opening. Her hoping had been for naught.
"Olympia!" Diantha had to clamber through the broken wall, cutting her knee when she didn't lift it quite as high as she should have. Hissing at the pain, she stumbled a bit when approaching the prone female.
Olympia was only clad in her nightgown, the second shoe having been kicked a bit further away. Her eyes were half-closed, showing only a thin stripe of white. In horror, Kalos' most famous actress realized that almost the entire lower-half of the unconscious female's face was bruised and one arm seemed to have gained a new joint.
"Olympia? Can you hear me?" Flinching a bit when she put weight on her injured knee while leaning forward, Diantha hesitated. She dared not touch the other female in case the broken arm was the least of her injuries. With the brutality the Gym Leader had apparently been pursued through her house, that was a disturbing possibility. In the end, she merely lightly slapped the psychic, hoping to jolt her awake.
It did nothing. Taking a shuddering breath, she moved to sit marginally more comfortable and pulled a pager from one of her hidden pockets. She had two of those, one for when someone challenged the League and another – the concept implemented only recently – so that Gym Leaders, Elites and she could warn the others in a moment's notice should things occur that required immediate assistance. Diantha was now staring at the second one.
"Olympia getting attacked like this certainly warrants it." She quickly scrolled through the options, landing on the one saying 'All' and pushed the button.
Behind her a loud peep sounded, Olympia's pager reacting to the alarm. To think the psychic had been so close…
Getting up, she reached for the flashing piece of technology and turned it off.
"Champion Diantha!" Someone called from downstairs; the police had arrived.
"Upstairs, I need medical personnel immediately!" She answered, clutching the pager while waiting for others to arrive. While several immediately rushed to the Gym Leader, one of the medics insisted she go downstairs with him to answer police-questions while he treated her knee. Reluctantly, she obliged, recalling Gardevior as she passed by her Pokémon.
In worry, she saw that people had realized something had happened, a small group running to the Gym. Two women, both clad in what she recognized as the outfits for Olympia's assistants, were up front. Oh, she would not enjoy this talk.
"The Gym has to be closed until further notice." Diantha greeted the two women. "Olympia… has been injured." The fact that the Gym Leader had in fact been attacked still wouldn't seem quite real to her. "The other Gyms will have to pick up the slack until… until Olympia can get back to hers." Thank goodness each region had more than the required 8 gyms.
"What… what happened?" One of them asked, only to cry out at something behind her.
The white-clad female tried to turn as far as she could without disturbing the man still treating her knee and paled a touch. Olympia was being wheeled out on a stretcher, somehow looking even more vulnerable and hurt than when she had been on the floor of her bedroom. Or perhaps things were finally really registering to the Champion…
"I don't know yet. I am joining her however." Carefully rising, she tested her wounded knee. "One of you two take care of Olympia's Pokémon. Can I trust you to see to business, even with the Gym being closed?" She smiled weakly when both nodded firmly, despite trembling.
Diantha climbed into the ambulance, seating herself at Olympia's side while the car slowly started up and drove away.