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Now onto the story!
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Another cry of pain erupts from her tiny body, rattling the still summer air. I hold her as close as I can without breaking her, but it's no use. She is convulsing and thrashing so violently it feels like she's gonna fly through my arms at any moment. Tiny streaks of blood run down my arm, she was seizing and kept biting down at whatever she could. I only hope that my pain brought her a moment's respite from her agony.
I thought I could help her, I wanted to help her. I just wanted to make her accept who...what she was. Faults and all I cherished my little Pokemon like the first sunrise after winter. I didn't want any of this. My arms and chest are drenched in tears and snot, the faint smell of vomit lingers in the air, and through the endless streams of tears that blur my vision, I think I can see where she threw up between convulsions.
No thoughts, no emotions, no colors pass through our bond. I can only hear the screams of pain blowing past her lips. Her voice was not meant to be twisted into such a terrible noise. Her voice was meant for laughter and whispered words of affection she thought would be beyond me as I drifted off into sleep. Not these horrible echoes of agony.
Where? Where did it all go so wrong?
* 30 minutes earlier *
"And that's how I got the nickname that stuck with me through kindergarten." - I recounted begrudgingly. - "But look at me now! Who would've guessed 'The Milk Man' would be in the company of the coolest Pokemon ever?"
Elizabeth snickered, hearing the nickname that tormented me for years during my youth.
"Milk is good, your...nickname...is a compliment!" - She added between giggles.
"Thank you, 'madam giggles', I'll take your words to heart!" - I retorted with gusto.
Elizabeth frowned and splashed some water on me. It was only then that I realized her 'hot tub' was getting cold. I stood up, stretching my legs, and suggested that we pack it up for the night. Of course, I reminded her that she should've said something about the water getting cold.
"I've only told you like what, three times?"
Elizabeth sheepishly tucked her knees to her chest.
"I didn't want to interrupt your story." - She said after a brief pause. - "You had such a good...childhood."
I smiled softly, hearing her voice go soft at the mention of childhood. I still didn't know all too much about her younger years. Personally, I still hardly believed the little runt was older than me. By a year no less. I stroked her wet, matted hair gently and walked over to the towel that I hung earlier to dry. Though most of the corners were still damp from the deluxe pampering I gave her, the middle was fairly dry. As I reached for it, I couldn't help but look at the stars.
With such low light pollution, you could see the constellations in all their beauty. It was a beautiful summer night. Only a few clouds dotted the night sky, however, they did obscure a few details from my favorite zodiac. As I allowed myself to be lost in thought, I didn't notice the tiny wet hands massaging my scalp until at least a minute later.
"No peeking." - She whispered in my ear and with one fluid motion she took the towel from my hand and wrapped herself in it.
Psychic powers sure were useful.
I turned around, taking in the other summer beauty before me. Elizabeth floated just above eye level with the towel wrapped around her like an overly long and flowy dress. Her damp hair was parted and tucked behind the tiny ear-like protrusions on the side of her face. I recall I checked my Pokedex a day earlier, curious if it was normal for the Gardevoir line to have the protrusions in the Ralts state. Apparently not. However, she only had one spike on each side of her face, further amplifying her fairy-esque presence.
"We have to dry your hair, dingus. Otherwise, you'll get sick." - I said plucking her out of the air. Whether it was through Elizabeth's compulsion, or just my subconscious acting out, I pulled her close to my chest, letting her embrace me.
"Thank you, Eric." - She spoke softly.
"Alright, alright. Let's save some of that affection for later, you're getting my shirt wet." - Though I managed to sound cool at least, on the inside I was shrieking out of delight.
Even damp, her hair was incredibly smooth to the touch. It was hard to resist running your fingers through it. Clearly, all those weirdos who kept mentioning how much they wanted to give every Gardevoir they saw head pats were onto something. While drying her hair, my fingers shifted to her horn. Well, horns, but the smaller one growing out the back of her head was less alluring. Unlike her 'normal counterparts, her horn was pointy and more of a mix of red and pink rather than the standard vermilion you'd expect from the Gardevoir line. It was warm to the touch, and it was incredibly smooth. I tapped against it with my fingers, hearing my nails clack against its hard surface.
I was quickly disinclined to do so by a psychic bop on the forehead. Alas, midnight was approaching slowly and Rustboro was still far away. I was planning on starting our trip early on in the day to beat the heat and find some cover during the hottest hours of the day. Elizabeth insisted that I go on ahead and get comfortable while she puts on her little dress and hangs the towel up to dry. Though I protested that as the head of the camp, I should be the one taking care of the grunt work, she made an excellent and compelling argument.
"I want to do something nice for you." - She said, ending our debate.
I climbed into the tent and turned off the little lamp hanging off of the ceiling. Having already ensured that Tide's and Blitz's balls are safe and secure next to my gear, I no longer had a reason to have the light on. It was a hot day and a warm night, I didn't even so much as dare to get into my sleeping bag, rather I just laid on top of it. I stared up at the tent's ceiling and waited for Elizabeth to shuffle in once she was ready. The tent flaps parted and she finally floated in. The little moonlight that snuck past her illuminated half of her face. She was smiling. She was happy. Those black eyes of hers glowed with not only psychic power but also delight. I made her feel normal and accepted.
Without a word, she curled up beside me and snuggled into my arm. I turned to my side so I could indulge in her subtle request for affection. I don't think she got a lot in the past however many years she was alone. Perhaps that's why she was so clingy. Of course, I would never call her out on it, but this was something that I often thought about. Alas, there are no secrets before a psychic.
"I'm sorry if I am 'clin-gy'...' - Elizabeth said, having read my mind moments earlier. This word was new to her, alien to her lips and so she pronounced it weird but I'm sure she knew what it meant.
"But I like clingy," - I answered honestly.
Having a few relationships under my belt, I knew well what and what not to say to a girl in these situations. At this point, it was a knee-jerk response, but it wasn't untrue. I liked that she was weird and clingy. TIde also liked to be petted and held, but he kept to himself mostly. Though I only met Blitz, I could tell he wasn't the cuddly sort. It was nice to have a Pokemon I could sleep next to. This way...I didn't feel so alone out here.
'You're not alone, Eric.' - Elizabeth whispered telepathically. - 'And with you, I am not alone.'
She turned around to face me, but I could tell her eyes were already closed.
'I know...I do not deserve this. To not be alone anymore. I know I am... wrong.' - I was about to stop her and deny her claims, but she held my thoughts in a bind. - 'I know this, but with you, I feel like I am more. I am more than what I am...what I was. Eric, with you I can be more.'
"And that makes me the happiest in the world." - She finally opened her eyes.
The faint glow of her irises against the inky black of her eyes brought out something in me. My heart squeezed and I felt short of breath. My mind was blank, and thus actions spoke before words could. I kissed her horn.
"I'm happy that you think that way! You're the most wonderful Ralts in the world! No matter what, you and I will always be a team. No matter what form you take, or how 'wrong' you look." - I praised her affectionately.
Elizabeth fell silent. For a moment I was anxious I said something wrong, but I soon understood why. Words were needed no longer. Through our link, I could feel all that she had felt at that moment. It crept over me, wrapping me up in that electric warmth that we call love. It was perfect.
"Thank you, Eric." - She whispered turning around. - "Sleep good."
Enveloped in that wonderful feeling, I felt sleep creeping up on me. I could feel my mind begin to drift when my attention was suddenly brought back to Elizabeth. She was tossing and turning uncomfortably. Aware of the discomfort that came with sleeping in the summer heat, I didn't think much of it and tried to sleep. However, my focus yet again shifted to Elizabeth who was now quietly grumbling to herself in her discomfort.
What's wrong?" - My groggy voice tasted sour in my mouth.
'Itchy.' - Came the psychic reply.
"Lemme help." - I suggested, scratching her back.
Her back was sweaty, I could feel it through the fabric of her dress. I assumed that's what made her itch, so I caressed her back a bit before being directed to her arms. In my tired state, I thought not much of it and went along with her request, assuming the faster I satisfy her the faster I can fall asleep.
'Ouch.' - She sounded more annoyed than in pain.
I drew my hand back, not realizing she spoke up while I wasn't scratching her.
Elizabeth sat up and began scratching her arms and shoulders with more vigor. Sleep was now a distant dream as this scenario was certainly strange enough to deserve my full attention. Her annoyed grunts now turned into pained moans and she kept scratching herself. I was afraid she would break the skin if she kept this up. Perhaps she got a rash while changing, I thought it would be smart to check it out so I reached for the light dangling off the ceiling.
In an instant the tent was flooded with the dim white light of my LED lamp, casting waxing shadows on every surface. I thought I had seen and heard the worst things this world has to offer. I spent many nights reading scary stories from all over the world. Creepy tales about Drifblim abducting children and wild Hypno stealing people's minds and souls. But nothing could've prepared me for the bloodcurdling scream that erupted from Elizabeth as soon as the light turned on.
The black pigmentation that had covered most of her hands now completely enveloped each in its inky darkness. Before my own eyes, it was crawling up Elizabeth's arm, claiming more and more of her flesh for itself. Tiny black splotches appeared on her upper arms where she had scratched the most. The previously dull edges of the black markings were now sharp and pointy like the teeth of a starving beast.
Another shriek of terror escaped Elizabeth and rampaged through the clearing. My mind began to fill with fear, whether it was my own or Elizabeth's I doubt I will ever know. Seeing Elizabeth in such distress rooted me in place, though I doubt there was anything I could've done. This was beyond abnormal, this...whatever this was I didn't know how to deal with it. I doubt even the professor would've had any ideas.
But Elizabeth had one.
"NO!" - She cried out with an unfamiliar tambour to her voice.
The edges of the blackness were enveloped in purple light as Elizabeth exploded with power. Light poured out of her eyes, and mouth and even shot out from random parts of her body as if she were a simple prism containing a star within. Her skin sizzled and the markings retracted. This wasn't an illusion or a mind trick, she was altering her body's makeup. She was defying it. I always knew Elizabeth was powerful, maybe the most powerful Ralts out there, but this was insane! Wonder and amazement crept through the wall of terror that had encompassed my soul as Elizabeth struggled against...whatever this was. Her blood? A parasite? A sickness? All I knew is that Elizabeth feared and hated it. And by extension, hated herself.
Electricity crackled, and light pulsed from her body as she let loose another scream. This one, however, was not one of fear. It was of defiance! Light poured from her eyes and mouth as she began to amass more and more power. Undaunted by her worst fear come to life, she focused her will on her arms and the air around them began to twist and warp. Her skin sizzled and the blackness halted. The tiny splotches of black on her upper arm vanished without a trace and the sharp edges of the crawling blackness dulled to a simple curve. Then it began to burn away. Not even her own body was immune to her immense psychic powers. She wasn't just powerful. She was power.
Awstricken by the light show and the onslaught of energy pouring out of her, I could not muster the will to compliment her or encourage her to keep it up. I wasn't ready to handle such a display. I've seen her fight several times by now. She was strong, even though she was holding back. 'Keeping up appearances' always took priority, even when fighting so I've never seen her let loose.
"Incredible." - Was all I managed to whisper.
The black markings on her arm started to retreat, leaving the tender and reddened flesh behind. Alas, there was a reason I remember this day as the scariest night of my life. Elizabeth.
She ran out.
The blinding purplish-pink aura that she wrapped herself in dimmed and slowly faded. Her skin was still sizzling and raw from whatever she did to herself to make the markings retreat. Elizabeth was breathing heavily and closely inspected her hands. The black pigmentation now resided only on her hands, barely reaching her wrist even at their furthest point. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, pushing against the now crumpled and torn fabric of her garment. She winced in pain and pulled her hands close to her chest. Whatever she did to herself just now, was not free of pain.
She opened her eyes halfway and raised her right leg, letting the dress slide back towards her thigh. The markings were now eating away at her feet. They moved slower, methodically crawling up her...
'ankle?' - I thought to myself curiously. - 'Now's not the time for anatomical fascinations!' - I thought to myself, having sensed what was coming.
With tears in her eyes, she grasped her leg with both hands, the pain shot up her arms and forced her eyes shut as she powered up again. Another harrowing scream of power, and her skin began to sizzle and burn. What I saw was not fire or heat. It was power. The power to reshape. The very epitome of psychic power. I've had dozens of friends who adored and loved the psychic type. I remember they spent hours and hours trying to convince me and my other friends that they were the best at typing. They were smart and curious, intelligent and full of wonder. That they were more than just strong, they were special even among Pokemon.
I now know the burden that comes with being that special. All that power at her fingertips, all that curiosity, and love towards the world. And she is sitting before me, tearing apart her own body out of...out of...fear. That was all I could feel being blasted over and over through our link. No words, no thoughts, just fear. Guttural and cold. I collapsed forward as I tried to reach out and comfort her. But as I touched her she toppled over. I scooped her up immediately and I raised her to the light to inspect her.
She was limp. Her eyes were unfocused and streaks of tears ran down her cheeks. Small droplets of blood trickled out of her nose and bubbled up from her eyes. I checked her arms and legs, to see if she at least managed to push back against the blackness.
"Elizabeth?" - I choked out through tears.
Her eyes slowly drifted up to my face. She blinked slowly and managed to form a weak smile. I thought it was over, so I allowed myself to smile back. She raised a hand to cup my cheek, but then she saw it. It was back. The markings crawled up her arms, already reclaiming half of what she already destroyed. Her eyes widened, and she tried to gather what little power she had left to push it back. But there was nothing left. And when there was nothing she could find, she screamed. She wriggled herself free from my hold and wailed louder than ever. She was clawing at her arms and legs, babbling to herself. The link was broken. I felt nothing coming from her, and worse she no longer translated her words.
She collapsed, exhausted...and then she began to convulse. Her eyes were open but she no longer saw anything. Her body seized violently, yet it managed to rekindle a bit of her power. Purple lighting crackled from her horn and zapped me as I tried to hold her still. It burnt my hand, but I didn't care. I was too scared to let pain stop me. Too afraid I was going to lose my Pokemon. My Elizabeth.
Time ground to a crawl, and it felt like I was stuck in that hell for days. When I tried to secure her head, she bit down on my hand. She seized again, and thus her mouth was forced shut. I felt her tiny teeth penetrate my skin. Through tear-blurred eyes, I saw a small trail of blood running down my hand and her chin. Whenever she would stop thrashing I would hold her close, firmly believing she was dying. Snot and tears coated my shirt, my arms, and the sleeping bag. The faint stench of vomit wafted from the spot in the tent she threw up between convulsions.
Was this my fault? Did I do this to her? If I hadn't gone out of my way to make her reveal herself, and stop hiding this side of her, maybe this wouldn't be happening. I wouldn't be on the brink of losing my friend. My little darling.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" - I sobbed.
Her breathing was heavy and tired. Every minute I felt it get slower and slower. Perhaps she was right. She really was broken.
I didn't remember falling asleep that night, but at last, exhaustion claimed me. Having expected to be met by the embrace of the abyssal black of my subconscious, I was both surprised and frightened to see the torrent of colors bursting into life before me. All the colors of the red spectrum clashed against each other. Pink and purple flames slammed against each other, burning brighter and brighter until they fizzled out and gave way to crimson. The endless torrent of colorful flames was mesmerizing.
I looked around, allowing my mind to be lost amidst the chaos rather than have Elizabeth's haunting state in the forefront of my mind. This must've been her psyche. Troubled and chaotic like the girl I came to care for. At the outer edges of this colorful cavalcade, I saw an all too familiar darkness. Jet black strands writhed and wiggled into the light, only to be burned away moments later. I looked down, seeing the incorporeal form Elizabeth had forged for me the night she revealed herself to me. This misty body no longer felt alien to me. Through my fingers, I could see a tiny dot of white. I thought it was a modification to this psychic body she made me, but on closer inspection, I saw that the light was coming from deep within the colorful flames. As if driven by instinct I drifted towards the white light.
The closer I got, the clearer it became. It wasn't an orb of light as I had assumed earlier, it was a rectangle. A square of pure white, approximately five feet in diameter stood still despite the chaos. I floated around it, trying to see if there was more to this square but there was nothing more to it. I reached out to touch it, and then I was elsewhere.
I found myself standing in a grassy clearing, not unlike the one we stationed ourselves in earlier. The gentle beams of the afternoon sun caressed my face and welcomed me to the embrace of spring. A quiet gust of wind rushed past me and rustled my hair. As I turned my head to keep my hair out of my eyes I realized I was in my own body. It wasn't made of a glowing pink mist, it looked like how I remembered it to be.
"Why won't you join them, dear?" - I heard a woman's voice from behind me.
I turned to see a Gardevoir sitting next to...Elizabeth. She was smaller, and the black markings only appeared on her left hand. They only covered her fingers and thumb. She was staring at me, or instead staring through me. It was then that I noticed the sounds of chittering and cooing coming from where she was looking at. A handful of Ralts were running around and playing with each other. Some were tossing balls of moss and leaves to each other with their telekinesis, while others seemed to be playing a form of tag.
"I don't feel like it." - Elizabeth stated coldly.
"You're not a good liar, dear." - The Gardevoir replied.
She was tall and slender, and her hair was messy.
'You're like her!' - I thought to myself seeing those inky black eyes looking right at me. - 'But you're different...'
Her irises were 'normal'. They were the same shade of vermilion red that the Gardevoir line was known for. Her chest protrusion was the same color too. However, her skin was different. It was more of a creamy white, rather than the marble color I was so used to. No, it was richer than cream. Her skin...it looked like a human's. A very pale human's, but the pigmentation was there!
A sudden rustling snapped my attention back towards the chittering gang of Ralts. A tall, green, and white Pokemon emerged from the woods. It was a Gallade! It was very tall, perhaps even taller than me. It had an absolutely massive pile of berries in its hands! The Ralts were now gathering at its feet, chirping and cooing happily. They jumped up and down while the biggest ones floated up to meet his eyes. He walked further into the clearing, knelt down, and let the berries tumble to the ground. It must've been the father of the litter.
"Won't you go and greet your father?" -Mamaa Garde asked suddenly. - "I think he picked your favorites this time."
'Knew it.' - I noted mentally.
Elizabeth stayed quiet but kept her focus on the Gallade.
"I don't have to be psychic to know what's going through that head of yours. Stop it." - She spoke up, breaking the silence. - "You are not any different from your siblings, neither in my eyes nor your father's. You're the only one upset with your features."
Elizabeth turned her attention to her mother. Her expression was blank, but discomfort hid in her eyes.
"Look at me, little one. I'm even more 'different' than you are, yet my mate loves me dearly. He never once spoke up about me looking weird. There is nothing wrong with us, there is nothing wrong with you." - She said with a smile and waved her mate over.
I stepped forward to get in on the comforting but as I did the world zoomed around me. It spun and twisted so fast that I had to close my eyes. When I opened them, the world was still spinning but now images and memories popped up all around me. These were Elizabeth's memories. Some were bright and happy, some were not so much. In some memories I only saw her sitting on that trunk, staring blankly into space and scratching her arms. The black streaks that ran from her eyes to her cheeks had already manifested by then. The more different she looked, the more often would I see memories like this.
The world around me began to slow down. The images began to fade. I was back in the clearing, but it was different somehow. Some of the trees lay broken and bent at odd angles. The ground was torn up behind me as if someone or something tore chunks out of the earth and threw them away, beyond sight. As I looked around more I saw a path leading out of the clearing. It looked as if someone bulldozed a chunk out of the forest. The foliage was crushed and broken and pressed so flat that it made a perfect trail. Something compelled me to follow it.
As I did the world began to darken, I could hear whispers and muffled sounds coming from the woods around me. Memories drenched in black and crimson faded in and out of sight. I couldn't make out what they showed, but I could tell they weren't good memories. The whispers soon turned to muffled screams of pain and terror that snaked around me. Sometimes it sounded very distant, other times it felt as if it was in my ear. I recognized the voice. Or at least one of the many. It was her mother's.
I covered my ears, unable to bear the screams any longer, yet I marched forward knowing I had to, but not knowing why. I kept my eyes on the ground hoping to avoid seeing the glimpses of the memories Elizabeth had tried to bury deep in her mind. I saw her siblings cowering in fear, I saw men in white coats and guard uniforms. I saw her dad standing up against one, and then all I saw was black. The screaming stopped.
I uncovered my ears and listened. I looked around but saw nothing. Somewhere up ahead I heard...sobbing. It was Elizabeth, it had to be. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Even though I saw nothing but darkness, I ran only driven by a burning desire to hold her. To take her away from this nightmare.
I finally saw her. She was sitting with her hands in her lap. Tiny orbs of light danced around her in a shallow arc. Streaks of tears ran down her cheek, much like the line of black that adorned her face.
"Do you know what my mother's last words were to me?" - Elizabeth's voice rang out from the void.
Though taken aback by the sudden noise, I refused to stop now. I knelt down to inspect her. Her head shot up to meet my gaze. I expected to see a face stricken with grief. Rather I saw rage and pain in those abyssal black eyes.
"She called me a monster."
The Thefacadee of rage quickly gave way to sadness, and I was finally met by the hurting and broken girl I had come to love. I held her close, so relieved to hear her speak. Even though she was crying and in pain, I felt a sort of joy in seeing life in her again.
"You're not a monster, not to me." - I whispered through the tears.
"I know..." - She sobbed into me. - "But something is happening to me, and I can't stop it. I'm changing. I can feel it. I've been holding it back, but it's burning me up inside."
"It's okay, Elizabeth. Let go, you can let go." - I comforted her. - "No matter what form you take, you will always be my Elizabeth, do you hear?"
Silence fell upon the void as Elizabeth took in those words spoken from the heart. She pulled away and wiped her tears away. I could tell she was scared out of her mind, but she put on that brave face I grew accustomed to.
"Will you always be my Eric?" - She asked sweetly.
"Always." - I whispered and pulled her back in for a hug.
The world around us began to rumble and quake. Something deep and powerful was rattling throughout her inner world. It shook the very core of her being and roared to life. Colorful flames twisted and danced around us melting away the black abyss. Two powerful beams of pink light cut through the floor beneath us, and before I could even gasp for air we began to fall. We fell faster and faster towards something warm and powerful. Its very essence was making my body tremble. Even s,o I refused to let her go. I was out of my depth the moment I set foot in those woods outside of Oldale town. Since then every day was an adventure, and every day I spent with Elizabeth I felt more and more lost in that great unknown. It didn't matter how scared I was, or how much I didn't know. None of it changed the fact that...
Eric and Elizabeth will always be together.
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Author's notes section:
Oh, mah gah! That was soooo good! Ugh, I love these two! Seriously, still one of my favorite stories even after four years! Man, It's been a while since I wrote about E and E. That's right! Hello! Welcome back, dear viewer! How have you been? Good, I hope! I've been busy with life, and all that comes with it. I'm making good progress on my first novel and I even came up with a few other good book ideas that I would love to explore after I am done with my first book. Can you believe it? Me, davidt00ns fanfic writer making actual books? Hah! What a world.
So back to the plot! This marks the end of volume 2 of the E&E reboot, next chapter will lead us into volume 3! The original series ended before volume four, because I got better ideas by the end of it and felt like starting fresh. So anyways! I'm glad to reminisce about the Eric and Elizabeth part of my life. Even though it's no longer a main aspect, I still hold it dear to my heart. And of course, I hold you, dear viewer, close to my heart too.
Feel free to leave a review or DM me if you have questions and theories you want me to answer! Stay tuned for the next chapter of Eric and Elizabeth the Gardevoir coming in September!
Story prior to reboot: Eric and Elizabeth the Gardevoir: Forged Memories - www,fanfiction,net/s/14067718/1/Eric-and-Elizabeth-the-Gardevoir-Forged-Memories
Non-canon monthly shorts: Eric and Elizabeth's non-canon adventures - www,fanfiction,net/s/14116302/1/
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