This is probably my favorite Episode so far, because it is a fairly emotional one that will draw you in. That and it is probably the only time I've ever really played on Flame's feelins for other Pokémon.
As usual, please comment. I'd like to see some more new readers, if possible.
Episode Thirty-Six: Last Minute Confessions
"Damnit Flame," Alpha near enough yelled, "when are your friends going to get us out of here? We've been in here for ages and I'm starting to feel my legs again."
"Its only been ten minutes since you last asked. Which was five minutes after Pika went to 'hurry' them up. And focus on something else, like conserving our air by shutting up," I said, listening through the door for any sign of Moron and Joanne.
Still no sign of the Humans, I was really starting to get worried. Especially as my tail flame was starting to lose its intensity. I was keeping as calm as possible and taking shallow breaths in a futile attempt to give us more time before we suffocated.
'Moron, for once in you bloody life, would you hurry up? I'd almost be glad to see you again,' I thought, mentaly focusing on the almost part.
"Flame?" Came the voice of Scyther through the door, I gave a knock to signal that we were still alive.
"Scyther has good news. Pika has returned," the bug type added, I could almost hear it grinning. Then I heard Pika's swearing.
'Good news, my tail,' I thought with the feeling of impending doom, or bad news. Although in circumstances, they were pretty much the same thing.
"I couldn't find them, Flame. I'm sorry," Pika said, in a dejected voice that definatly didn't suit her sparky nature. I completely ignored my own advise to not waste oxygen on words and blurted out, "it's not your fault, Pika."
"It is Flame and don't you dare say otherwise!" she screamed through the door, even Alpha jumped at that.
"Or what? It's not like you could get me on your own. No, it isn't your fault that Moron decided to bugger off and leave me to die."
"Flame. You won't die."
"I bloody will, if not now then later. You can't prevent the inevitable."
"You don't mean that. You will not die! Even if I have to dig my way to you myself."
I didn't know what to say to that, there was nothing I really could say. So I settled with a simple, "thank you," and left it at that. I wasn't good at emotional moments, but I gave it a shot anyway.
"Pika. If I don't make it out of here," I said, feeling the tears well up.
"What is it?"
"I want you to," I stammered, my brain going into lockdown
"What?"
"Rip out Moron's kidneys for me. I still owe him that for the Boulderbadge crap," I managed to say.
"Damnit Flame! I thought you were going to be serious for once but instead you come out with that bull!" Pika yelled and I could hear her storm off in a huff.
I swore at myself, and heard a slight tapping on the door as Scyther piped up "Scyther thinks Flame pissed Pika off. Not the best last impression to leave."
"I know, Scyther. I froze up and said the wrong thing. That was going to be my messege to Squirtle. Go apolagise for me, would you?" I asked.
"Scyther will do as Flame asks, but in return Flame must not give up hope," the ninja Pokémon said before leaving both of us alone to our thoughts.
My tail flame had nearly died out and Alpha was having another coughing fit, so it was nearly impossible to stick to the promise I made Scyther. Everytime I found myself thinking about dying or the afterlife, I knocked my head against the steel door to snap myself back to reality. I think the contant rat-a-tat was starting to irritate the Pokémon outside as there was a loud rumbling coming from their position.
'What the hell are they doing out there?' I thought as it got louder and seemed to be heading in our direction. My thinking was interrupted, however, by the sudden chill that resounded through my body as my tail flame went out fully and left both me and Alpha in complete darkness.
I didn't like pitch black darkness, for the reason that it usually meant my tail flame had gone out and that I only had about a half hour left to live. Alpha's coughing had faded and I could only hope that he was still consious, as my own breatheing was becomming harder with each passing second.
'Why do I have the sudden feeling that I'm going to meet my maker again?' I asked myself as a sudden lethergy decended on me and I felt myself slip off into unconsiousness for what was probably going to be the last time.