Disclaimer: So I heard u don't liek disclaimers? (Funny, I don't either). But since it has to be done, I don't own 'The Call' by Regina Spektor, the 100 Themes Challenge Variation Two that I used here, or pokemon. Oh, and THANK YOU SO MUCH EBAZ! *Hugs* You're awesome. Care to request anything? (I love taking requests, lol)
Characters: Grovyle and Angel, my OC from PMD 2/3
Summary: Snippets of their life together, some back when she was human, others when she's a pokemon. P.S, this is dark. Really dark.
Lost Scenes
~It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope,
Which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder, until it was a battle cry,
I'll come back when you call me, no need to say goodbye
Just because everything's changing, doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are as you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light,
You'll come back when it's over, no need to say goodbye~
Love
"I love you desperately," he whispered to his sleeping owner, knowing that even if she was awake she wouldn't be able to hear him. "Why is that so wrong?"
Light
Their eyes were nearly the same colour: a molten, burning shade of amber whose inner light no darkness could smother.
Dark
There were times when he knew that she wanted to succumb to the darkness. "You told me never to give up hope," she'd say, her head in her hands. "But you forgot to tell hope never give up on me."
Rot
Grovyle leant his hide against the stone wall of the prison. His will would have rotted by now, if it wasn't for the fact that he saw her face in his mind every time he closed his eyes.
Break
He struggled against the ropes that were tied around his paws and muzzle, staring defiantly back at the crowd that had gathered in Treasure Town. He only saw one pokemon, though- the tiny little thing in the front row with her paw wrapped around her partner's, her amber eyes dancing with pity and something that made his heart break into a million pieces as she gazed back at him, unafraid.
Heaven
"Do you think there is a heaven?" she asked him. He looked up, surprised. "Do you think there's anything? Or do you think we just- go out?"
"I believe…" He sighed. "I don't know what I believe. But," he added, weighing each word before saying it, "we're here now, together. And we'll always be together. No lack of a heartbeat will change that."
Away
She wailed when Grovyle was dragged away from her by her father, her father's hand landing a harsh blow to the side of his face. "I won't let you throw your life away!" her father shouted at her, fury darkening the topaz of his irises. "This-this thing is filling your head with lies! Whoever goes against Dialga will be slaughtered, along with their families!"
"I don't want to live in fear!" she screeched back at him. "And that thing has a name! That thing is my partner!" She tore her arm out of her mother's grip and fell to her knees beside her pokemon, cradling his limp form in her arms.
Cut
Sometimes she cut herself just so she could focus on a pain that wasn't emotional.
Breathe
"Don't forget to breathe," he laughed as they tried to activate the Dimensional Scream, and she exhaled in a large huff, elbowing him in the ribs with a laugh as the purplish hue of her face lightened back to its usual colour.
Memory
"You don't remember this, Angel, but you were- are- my best friend. I was in hysterics when we were separated." His voice was uncharacteristically vulnerable, and he reached forward to clasp her small paw in his, searching those familiar amber eyes that stared back at him with nothing more than curiosity as her new partner looked on, envy clear on his face.
Insanity
"Let me go!" she shrieked, and he watched with tears in his eyes as she beat her head against the wall before sinking to her knees. "No, no, no," she moaned, sobbing, clawing at her arms and face. "It's everywhere, Grovyle. I can't get rid of it. It's in my blood. It's in the air. Make it let me go." Her hair fell forward to hide her face, and she bowed her head, shaking with sobs.
"Make what let you go?" he whispered.
"The darkness."
Misfortune
"We really do have the worst luck," Grovyle sighed, and she grimaced in agreement as they stood back-to-back and prepared to fend off the ambush.
Smile
She smiled rarely, but when she did it lit up his entire world. If only he knew that she thought the same.
Silence
Silence had always seemed crushing to him, and when it hit he was always glad to have Celebi around. She couldn't replace Angel, but it was close enough.
Spit
"I'll be so glad to be rid of you," said Dusknoir, advancing on the battered and bleeding Grovyle.
"I could say the same for you," the reptile retorted, and, with a wolfish grin, spat in the ghost's face.
Blood
Sometimes Angel dreamt she was drowning in it.
Under
"Come here," Grovyle sighed, lifting an arm. She smiled in thanks and slid under it, closing her eyes in bliss at their shared warmth.
Gray
"I miss colours, sometimes," he admitted one cold night, staring up at the sky where the stars used to shine. "Life shouldn't be gray."
Fortitude
The look in her eyes as he disappeared through the portal with Dusknoir was nearly his downfall, but with the last of his fortitude he mouthed I love you, and tumbled into the abyss.
War
They were soldiers marching through a monochrome world painted red, their soundtrack a CD of screams.
Mother
"I wanted to grow up, get married, have kids," she murmured. To him or herself he wasn't sure. "Why can't I have that?"
He didn't answer her. He couldn't.
Distasteful
His face when he tried enigma berries for the first time was hilarious, and she made note to slip some into his breakfast just for laughs.
Want
She would never know just how much he wanted her: her perfection, her flaws, her everything. She was everything to him.
Lurking
The first time they met- she a gap-toothed toddler and he a treeko- he hated her. He hated her bright eyes and her fair skin and her downy, curling hair. He hated the way she bandaged the wounds the sableye had left him with.
At least, that was what he told himself as he lurked outside her home the evening after, looking wistfully in on the happy and secure life he wished he had.
Europe
They stumbled upon an ancient book once, the leather binding torn and faded. "What's Europe?" she asked in confusion as they flipped through, glancing at all the mysterious lands the book claimed was on the Earth. Ones that didn't exist.
"A place that doesn't exist anymore," he said, pointing to the date the book was published.
She was quiet for a moment. "We'll be Europe, soon enough."
"Maybe we already are," he answered.
Foreign
They travelled across dangerous, foreign terrain that she had only dreamt of seeing, but she quickly realised that it wasn't going to be the type of adventure she had yearned for. She was soft, not fast or strong, nor was she quick-witted- and the dangers were real. She learned that the hard way when one of her injuries got badly infected and Grovyle spent a week nursing her back to health.
Sorrow
It was an emotion Angel knew well.
Urban
There were no cities or urban areas anymore. They had all been destroyed in the Seventh World War.
Rain
He had never known the feel of rain against his skin.
Flower
"It's for you," the young treeko said, shyly placing the flower tiara atop the giggling girl's head.
Night
Even though she was scared of the dark, for some reason he never could quite understand she adored the night.
Wrath
The whip whistled through the air, and he suffered through all ten wrathful lashes for her, determined to take the punishment instead of her.
Moon
"The glow it casts is beautiful, isn't it?"
Walk
Sometimes, when her feet got tired and he was in a good mood, he'd sling her over his shoulder and walk on.
Precious
He was the most precious thing in the world to her.
See
"No! Don't hurt him!" The tiny pokemon's voice rang through Mespirit's cavern, but even though he was looking down at her, at how her arms were spread wide to protect her fallen partner and her unwavering amber eyes, he raised his leaf blade and stared unseeingly through.
Abandoned
He and his younger sister had been abandoned when they were only a few days old. He survived. She did not.
Dream
"Grovyle, do you ever dream?"
"Angel, do you ever run out of questions?"
4: 29 PM
4: 29 PM was when he finally came to the conclusion that he loved her, even as she slept in oblivion beside him.
Citric Acid
"It's manufactured to eat away at your flesh," purred Dusknoir, strolling over to hang the bucket of the toxin over Angel. Grovyle made a strangled sound, straining against the bindings. "Do you want to see how it works?"
"No," Grovyle moaned. "Not her. Not her."
She only had time to give him a sad smile before the contents of the bucket were dumped over her head.
Still
Whenever he was too still Angel would poke him, just to make sure he was alive.
Die
They came back to find her town in ruins, and her family dead. "I'm so sorry," Grovyle whispered, trying to lay a hand on her shoulder- but she flinched away, and went to go cry over her mother's body.
Two Roads
"There are two roads. The road of cowardice and the road of action," she said, her eyes filled with resolve. "I want to help you fight off the darkness."
"You'll have to leave everyone you know and love behind," he told her.
"Not everyone," she replied, and reached out to take his paw.
Two Guns
She wanted to press one against Dusknoir's head, and the other against her own.
Drop
"Hang on!" he cried over the turbulence in the portal, gasping as he felt her hand slowly side from his.
"I-I can't!" she screamed, and dropped.
Dirt
He patted the last of the dirt onto his sister's makeshift grave, and decorated it with all of her favourite flowers.
Young
"You're too young to be doing this," her father persisted, desperate.
"I'd rather die young and free than live long enough to be broken down like you," she spat, and slammed the door on him.
Preservatives
Grovyle was her drug, her medicine, her preservative. Without him she would have died a long time ago.
Breaking the Rules
To fall in love with a human wasn't right, wasn't acceptable, wasn't sane. Just once, couldn't he have left one rule unbroken?
Sport
They both hated those who killed for sport. They watched in disgust as pokemon- and humans- killed their own kind out of bloodlust, and watched as they killed their own selves while doing so.
Old
They were older than their years. Their eyes held a heaviness that no one could look at for too long of a time.
Desecrate
"I'm desecrated," she whispered, tears dripping down her burnt face. "My face is marred. My hair is sheared off. Even my heart is tainted. I'm dirty. I'm defiled. I'm ugly. Everything about me is ugly."
"Not to me," he said, his eyes lingering on those scars and burn marks and meaning every word.
Tower
His arms were towers, protecting her from the rest of the world.
Need
"I need you, Grovyle. I've always needed you. Don't you know that?"
Biohazard
He was hazardous to everything he touched, and she was no exception.
Sacrificial
"If we change history, we will disappear," said Angel quietly. "Are you really able to sacrifice everything to achieve that goal?"
"The sacrifice will be nothing compared to the gain," he replied.
Kick in the Head
"Ouch, what was that for?" the young treeko asked, rubbing his head.
"For being a pessimist," the little girl replied, and kissed the bump better.
No Way Out
If these are my last moments… please let me be with him…
Desert
She felt like she was in a desert of misery, and that he would vanish like a mirage.
Fairy Tale
"Aren't we too old for fairy tales?" Angel asked sceptically.
"Nope," Celebi giggled, and plunked down inbetween her and the treeko and proceeded to tell them stories.
Voodoo
It was as if she had cast a spell upon him, and that was why he was feeling this way.
Do Not Disturb
It was hard not to when he could hear her wake from sleep screaming.
City
She knelt down to pick the tiny bundle up out of the rubble of the skyscraper, only to find that it wasn't breathing.
Horror
She covered her eyes as Grovyle was whipped, nearly biting her tongue off in horror.
Snow
"Celebi told me about snow once," said Angel wistfully. "It sounds like fun."
"We'll play with it in the afterlife," he promised her, and gave her a noogie.
Drum
Her heart beat like a war drum, propelling her onward during a fight. The adrenaline, the power, the instinct- she was growing to love it, and that scared her.
Hero
"Always the damsel in distress," he sighed, and proceeded to carry his unconscious owner in his arms.
Annoyance
"Why do you have to be so annoying?" the treeko snapped, and the little girl stuck her tongue out in reply.
67%
"You can understand what pokemon say?" the green pokemon asked wonderingly, hardly daring to believe it.
"Well… 67% of the time," the young girl answered sheepishly.
Obsession
Watching him sleep was her favourite pastime, bordering on an obsession.
Mislead
"If you come with me I'll let the girl go," Dusknoir said, animal eyes glinting as he led Grovyle into the prison.
I Can't
"What's wrong, Grovyle?" she demanded, reaching up to touch his face.
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"I just can't," he said, and, with self-hate in his eyes, turned away.
Confrontation
"What happened to you?" she screamed. "You were so full of hope, of life! When did that part of you die? When did you become enough of a coward to give up?"
Her reflection gave no reply.
Mirror
He was aghast when she walked out of the bathroom, her hair cut off in brutal chunks as if she hadn't used a mirror.
Broken
His heart broke when he woke up alone after the fiasco in the portal, and it felt as if each shard was piercing him every time he took a breath.
Testament
"You'll never win," Grovyle said, looking Dusknoir in the eye. "Never. I've already won, can't you see? I've found meaning- something you'll never have. Isn't what you're doing evidence of that?"
Drink
She drowned her sorrows in alcohol, and tears dripped down his face as he watched the last of her sanity drown with it.
Balk
Angel shrunk back from Dusknoir's impending blow, and Grovyle dived in front of her, taking the hit for her as he had done countless times before.
Words
"I love you," she told him, but to her they were just words of friendship. Just three harmless, meaningless words that ripped him to pieces each time he heard them.
Pen and Paper
"How was school today?" the treeko asked as soon as she entered Dusk Forest, he and Celebi rushing to greet their friend.
"Boring," she sighed, and sat cross-legged so that he could sit in her lap. "But I snitched a pen and some paper to teach you to read and write, like I promised."
Neither of them were religious, but while Grovyle found the cross and its story beautiful in its simplicity, Angel would shake her head at each one she saw.
Heal
He was surprised when he realised that he was grateful for Angel's insomnia. It meant that she could let go of all the painful memories; it meant that she could heal.
Cold
In the beginning she thought him to be cold, but it was after she had known him for a year or so that she realised that, behind all the defenses, he was the warmest person she would ever meet.
Sick
"I can see the way that reptile looks at you," her mother said one night. "It makes me sick."
Seeing Red
Crimson hazed over his vision when they found Dusknoir's calling card on the remains of Angel's bloodstained home.
Hunger
She would deny the hunger until all that was left was skin and bones.
Pain
They both dealt with it in different ways.
Through the Fire
"You broke into prison…for me?" the half-dead Grovyle murmured, gazing up at his saviour.
"I'd go through the fires of hell for you," she replied, and embraced him.
Triangle
Rivalry sparked between Grovyle and Damon the second they found out that the other was Angel's partner.
Drown
"Remember that fairy tale that Celebi told us? The one about the mermaid that sold her voice to become a human, and had to endure impossible pain each time she took a step with her new feet all the while she was one?" he asked.
"The one whose beloved married another?" she questioned.
"Yes. That one. The one who threw herself into the sea and drowned afterwards."
She paused, looking at him with concern. "What about it?"
"I understand why she did it," he said, and she looked away, the intensity of his gaze making her uncomfortable. "And I'd do it, too, if I had the chance. All of it."
"Don't say things like that," she whispered, and walked off.
Rape
He screamed until his throat was raw and bloody, her shrieks mirroring his- and Dusknoir made him sit there, made him sit there unable to help, made him sit there and watch as his owner- his best friend, his love, his partner- was broken down. He watched as all light emptied from her eyes and the depression set in.
Iron
"I will always protect you," he vowed, his claws like bands of iron wrapping around her wrist as he pushed her behind him.
Soft
Her lips were soft as they brushed his cheek, and he shut his eyes, relishing the feel of it and pretending that it meant something more.
Advertisement
"We'll just be advertising warrants for our arrests if we go through town," he snarled, and ripped down the Wanted poster of the two of them as he stalked past.
Storm
The weather was always clear, the moon shining down through a sky that held no hint of a storm. The only difference between night and day was that in the daytime the moonlight was a sickly colour: it was only at night that it became truly spectacular, silver as the necklaces that Angel had always worn as a child.
Safety
"I feel safe with you," she admitted as she lay in his arms, her head resting contentedly against his chest. "You're…home to me."
Puzzle
Their personalities fit together like puzzle pieces: each piece had a counterpart that clicked together seamlessly. Like soulmates, almost.
Except soulmates were allowed to be together.
Alone
He dug his nails into his head and bowed it in agony as the realisation that he would never see her again dawned on him. They would die apart. Alone.
Gone
They're both gone, but that doesn't matter.
Wherever one goes, the other will follow.
~Now we're back to the beginning,
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it, too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger, until they're before your eyes
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye~