Episode Fifty at last, and so sign of me giving up in sight.
The plot is beginning to move fowards and Flame begins to realise that there is alot more at stake than he first thought.
Episode Fifty: Ghost of Battle's Past
It'd been four days since then and the Eevee kits were doing well. They spent most of their time either sleeping or playfighting, although it did turn into real fighting whenever Squirtle tried to pull them apart. More than once did I have to pull both of them off of him, while he was cursing and blinding. He usually shut up after I clobbered him over the back of the head for using such language infront of the kits.
Moron and Joanne had pretty much left us alone, only appearing to put down more food and milk for the kits. I was lazing around and letting 'Uncle Squirt' keep the kids occupied with a little storytelling. I wasn't really paying much attention, but the kits seemed rivited by the tale.
"It was as as tall as this building, made of solid rock and it was staring strait at Flame."
I caught a few words and snapped out of my doze at the sound of my name.
"Flame took a step back and looked the Onix in the eyes. Do you want to know what Uncle Flame asked it?"
"What?" The smallest of the kits, the black eyed male, asked.
"I asked it what the heck they fed it," I said, walking over.
Squirtle seemed to shrink before my eyes.
"Why did you do that Uncle?" One of the kits asked, I wasn't really paying attention to which one it was. I decided to tell it like it was, and kill Squirtle when the kits were sleeping.
"In all honesty, I was scared. I do stupid things when I'm scared, most people do. I had good reason to be scared, it beat me in one swipe. I'm not sure what happened after that, but I was told that Squirtle here finished it off," I said, glaring at the water Pokémon.
"So Squirtle is stronger than you?" the sister, who seemed to have a white furred spiral as a birthmark on her flank.
"Now I never said that, did I?" I said, "let Squirtle tell you about how I beat him when we first met. Or I could show you, right here and now."
Squirtle gulped and took a step back. I growled slightly and grinned as he turned and ran away, screaming.
"See what I mean about people doing stupid things when scared?" I laughed. The kits chased after Squirtle in a little game of some sort. All I knew was that it involved teeth.
Something was beginning to bug me, apart from the Flareon's murder. The kits still hadn't been given names. I'm pretty sure that their mom would have given them theirs soon, but was killed before she had the chance. I needed to come up with some, and hopefully their mom's spirit would approve. (Don't give me that look, ghosts are real.)
Moron had taken the Flareon's body back to where I had found her and buried it there. So that was where I set off, after yelling at Squirtle to keep them occupied. Although, from the screaming, I gathered that they were keeping themselves amused. At Squirtle's expence.
I set off throughout the City, many of the locals had heard of me and the kits by now and left me alone. The ones that hadn't heard of me, were scared off by the facial scar and the determined look on my face. I walked past the shop that Moron had gone to get supplies from and the bridge that led out of town and towards a large valley.
I navigated out of the City with no difficulty and headed for the Flareon's nest, guided by my memory of that rainy night. I turned round the bush and was aghast at the sight before me. The nest had been destroyed completely. And there was huge claw marks on the earth that marked the gravesite.
"Whatever killed the Flareon, came back for the kits," I realised. It wasn't a simple act of destruction, the attacker had a purpose. This revelation gave me a boost in focus, I was going to take whatever that thing was down. Even if I had to defeat an Onix to do so.
"Thank you," a strange voice echoed with the wind, "for saving my kits from the fate that befell me."
I smiled to myself, "they are good kits. I couldn't just leave them to perish."
"I know why you came," the echo muttered, "You saved them, you deserve the honour of naming them."
I looked down at the Flareon's grave and nodded, "I try to come up with something decent."
"I'll trust you on that one," came the reply, I could have sworn that it was laughing.
"Heh, I'm getting the hang of talking to ghosts," I chuckled, "well, I guess it is nice to know that someone else is watching over them."
"Which reminds me, if you put them in harms way then I will hunt you down and tear you to pieces."
"I wouldn't even dream of putting those two in danger," I said, instantly regretting leaving Squirtle in charge as a high pitched scream came from the direction of the city. It was one of the Eevee kits and it sounded as though it was in trouble.
I lept over the bush, onto the pathway and dashed off towards the city.
'Mew, please don't let me be too late,' I silently prayed. Whoever was the cause of the kit's scream would be in one hell of a lot of pain when I arrived.