Well, this arc is nearly over. Finally. Anyway I decided to post my views on the last Episode here instead of there, so I wouldn't ruin any of the suspence. The Scyther 'neck-slitting' thing came from a comment that a friend of mine made about how Scythers would make good assassins.
Anyway, this Episode is focused mainly on the aftermath of the battle and it's aftereffects on everyone.
Episode Seventy-Three: Moonlight Reflections
"Yeesh Blacky, You need to lose some weight," Squirtle muttered as we plodded along.
"You are not so light yourself," I grunted, shifting the weight on my back slightly so it'd be a little more comfortable. We'd been walking for about ten minutes and there was still no sign of the Pokémon Center.
"Scyther, how close are we?" I yelled. I was tired and only sheer stubborness prevented me from collapsing to the floor.
"If we turn right, then left, then we'll be there," Scyther called back, standing ontop of a lamppost in order to get the best view of where we are going.
"Thank Mew for that," Squirtle said, he looked tired too. He had it just as hard as me, he found it hard to keep Blacky ontop of his shell. The Umbreon kept slipping, usually only being saved from hitting to floor at the last second.
'Mew had nothing to do with this,' I thought to myself with a mental grin.
I felt Blacky move in his sleep, which was reassuring.
"Well, at least he is still alive," Squirtle muttered.
"If we don't get there soon, I might not be," I replied, it was hard enough carrying a heavy weight when I could use all my limbs let alone when not being able to use one.
I was constantly tripping up and only just managing to right myself with my tail, which did little to help keep Blacky above the ground.
"Scyther can see the door to the Center!" Came the yell from ahead, and this time Scyther was on the ground.
"Finally!" Squirtle cried, nearly dropping Blacky as he cheered.
"Scyther'll go get some help, you just keep going strait. The door is open so it shouldn't attack you, Flame."
"It had better not. I have very low Demon tolerance right now," I replied, glancing up to see Scyther dash off.
We managed to take another three steps before halting again.
"I can't go on any further," Squirtle gasped, "Scyther will lead the others here so we don't have to waste our strength."
"We're so close," I said, "just a little further. Why quit just before the finish line?"
"Oh stop acting," Squirtle told me, "I know that you are just as tired as me."
"The hell I am," I countered, "I'm more tired. But I'll drag Blacky there if I have too."
Luckily, I didn't have to. Moron chose that moment to appear. He took Blacky off of us and carried him inside without a word.
"Hello to you too," I muttered after him, somewhat upset that he didn't notice me but also partially glad.
"You're not off the hook. Moron might not be upset, but Pika wants your blood. You kinda hit her in the face with the door when you stormed off."
"She's always after my blood, at least this time she had a reason," I sighed, getting back onto two legs so I could take the weight off of my other, working, limb.
Squirtle plopped down to the ground beside me, "well. At least you're alive for now. I was pretty much panicing untill Blacky found the alleyway. The rain had washed most of the scent away but he could still smell you so we just homed in and arived just in time to save the day."
"True," I said, thoughtfully, "this time you and Blacky are the heroes."
"I hope I get a movie or at least a mention in a newspaper because of that," Squirtle said, confusing me. I assumed that he was going on about some Human thing so I left it at that.
"I can't believe that I was duped by a damn shapeshifter. I knew something was wrong but I didn't even suspect that."
"I'd have probably ended up the same if it was me instead of you," Squirtle said, looking up at me.
"Even so, if Blacky hadn't taken out that Gengar then I wouldn't have survived to even have a pop at Asmodeus," I sighed, sitting down on the pavement.
"You'd have thought up something, you have a knack for doing that."
"I had no plan, if you hadn't shown up then I would have been hit by the first shadow ball. Besides, even if I was uninjured, how would I have taken both Asmodeus and that Gengar? It took all of us to beat Asmodeus for heavens sake."
Squirtle looked down at the ground, not speaking for about a minute.
"Flame?" He finally said, still not looking up.
"What?"
"Why did you attack that thing head on? The poison would have taken him down eventually."
"It wouldn't," I sighed, "the poison is weak, I accidentally jabbed myself with it in Cerulean and it only made me feel knackered so I couldn't run around after you. So I only threw it to slow him down."
"That's stupid," Squirtle muttered. (If only he knew, I only actually threw it because I wanted to throw something and that was pretty much the only thing nearby that I could throw one handed. Now, that was stupid. Even for me)
I stretched, nearly screaming when I realised that I had forgotten that I couldn't use one arm and it bloody hurt. Squirtle looked up at me as I gasped and clasped my shoulder.
"You really oughta go inside and get that looked at," he told me.
"I'm fine!" I muttered, I didn't want to trust whatever Nurse Joy that was after the needle thing in Cerulean.
"No you ain't," he scolded, "you look like hell and you just opened up the wound again. It looks bad."
"I said I'm fine," I replied, not looking Squirtle in the eye.
We both sat in silence, me looking up at the sky. The clouds had faded away and it was easy to spot the stars above but what really got my attention was the full moon. I had only seen the full moon a few times when I was younger, before my exile. You never really could see the sky in Viridian Forest so it was something awe-inspiring to me.
I also remembered what Cerulean's Nurse Joy had mentioned while I was recovering from the brige incident. Blacky's kind drew power from the moon.
'Is that white disk the thing that caused him to change personalities?' I asked myself, wondering about how easily he had taken out the Gengar and how agressive he had become during that fight. He hadn't changed like that before, even when the Hypno had attacked.
I snarled at the memory of that monster, making Squirtle look at me quizzically.
"Just thinking of the two demon Pokémon I've resulted in the death of," I said, emotionlessly, "first the Arbok that butchered my sister and then there is the Hypno. Just the memory of that bastard makes me want to kill something."
"What about Asmodeus, Scyther killed him thanks to you."
"Didn't you notice?" I asked, "his body had vanished when we went round the corner. He is still alive. Very injured, but alive nonetheless."
"He won't bug us again," Squirtle said before patting me on the shoulder. I winced and he rapidly removed his hand, he'd petted the injured one. He quickly apolagised with a simple "Sorry."
"Ouch. I hope you are right about Asmodeus, for all of our sakes."
The light flowing from the Pokémon Center's doors was cut off as Nurse Joy came outside. She was looking at me, with her hands concealed behind her back.
"Your turn," she said, revealing what she was carrying. A needle.
"Hell no!" I yelled, jumping up and running in the opposite direction. I looked over my shoulder as she wasn't following me, Squirtle was just watching me run away. Then I spotted his eyes flicker over to something in front of me. I looked fowards and skidded to a halt, Pika was standing in my way.
"So, you decided to reappear?" She muttered, eyes narrowed. I could hear Nurse Joy walking up behind me, so I was starting to panic. (Okay okay, I was close to having a mental breakdown. Which wouldn't have been the first time, either)
"There is a lunatic with a needle after me and you want to talk?" I screamed, too which she just laughed.
"No, not talking. I'll save that for when you wake up."
I froze in confusion, which vanished when I felt something sharp jab into my arm. Pika's distracted me long enough for me to get a not-so-nice-or-little injection.
"Aww crap," I muttered, my words slightly slurred as I felt even more tired than usual.
"And this is for hitting me with a goddamn door," I heard a faraway voice say, before my vision exploded, and I finally fell unconsious. (From the punch to the face or from the tranquilizer, I couldn't tell which.)