Act 2 - Memories of Hatred
[Location: GoT HQ] [PoV: Asmund]
I loudly trudge through the hall, Pokemon of all kinds immediately stepping aside in order to avoid being in my direct path.
Normally I’d feel some sort of satisfaction when Pokemon dodge my approaching form, how their faces immediately twist into expressions of surprise and fear. But right now? I’m not feeling satisfied. In fact, I’m not feeling much of anything.
After stopping at the Great Oak Memorial, my thoughts have been all over the place. Memories and quashed feelings are threatening to break from their cage, a cage forged from anger.
‘Their judgement is for me to deliver, for THEY are the ones who have committed ATROCITIES against ME!’
My form stops, the words leaking into my mind like the contents of a barrel spilling out from the cracks.
‘ No… They have tormented me, starved me of food, and then…MURDERED me.’
Those words...
‘And they didn’t stop there, no…they imprisoned my soul into this body with the intentions of enslaving me. ‘
That rage...
“Now… I will ask this once, so listen…closely. You will bring your prisoners to me, for I will deliver the fate that they deserve. Fail to do this… …You should have a good idea.”
I remember it all.
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The Delphox merely shakes her head, with a soft breath through her nose she takes a bold step towards me. “We will do no such thing.” She says firmly, her face unwavering.
“Then…” I hiss, loading a cannonball with a loud clack. “You shall suffer the same fate as the rest of them.”
The Pokemon before me draw their weapons and channel their power, preparing for the inevitable conflict.
But who are they to think that they can stand in my way? I have already killed so many other Pokemon, they are no different.
They...will fucking die like the rest.
“Wait.” The black and gray Delphox speaks again, her emerald green eyes shining in the torchlight. She extends a hand out to her companions, gesturing for them to back away. “I will handle this.”
The look of conflict in their eyes is almost as laughable as the fact that she thinks that she can take me on her own. The bitch is a Delphox, she can’t do shit to me. Fire and electricity washed harmlessly over my form, psychic power can’t even get a hold of me.
I will fucking crush her for thinking otherwise.
Her companions do as she urges, reluctantly backing away.
Ohhh there’s many ways I can end this. I could just shoot her with the cannonball I have loaded, but...it wouldn’t be as satisfying.
No...
I need to crush her, to have my fist cave in her skull and flatten her into nothing but paste and sharded bones.
I charge.
My vision is a blur, the sheer red from the burning inferno inside me fueling my actions. A loud roaring sound fills the air, and it only took me a moment to realize that this roar is coming from me. I raise my fist into the air before bringing it down upon her form, intending to brutally kill her just as I have killed all the others.
Yet the bitch had the audacity to not accept her fate. Instead she leaps to the side, causing my punch to instead strike the ground, instantly sending debris everywhere as a new crater is formed in the stone.
Upon landing, she lowers her form close to the ground and releases her staff, causing the wood to softly clatter onto the ground. Upon doing so, she stands back up and looks at me calmly. “There is no need to fight.” She says softly.
“Like you fucking have a choice!” I roar. Fuck the most satisfying way to kill, now I want her dead.
In one swift motion I aim my cannon and fire, launching the cannonball straight at her form with a loud clack. Yet again she dodges, this time by throwing herself to the ground, allowing the cannonball to sail over her form and crash into the distant wall of the cavern.
At the edge of my vision I see the other Pokemon beginning to approach me. “Stay back!” The Delphox shouts. “Do not interfere!”
Who does this fucking bitch think she’s doing?! Is she trying to set a message? To show that she can win while doing absolutely nothing?!
Who the fuck does she think she is?
Does she even REALIZE the shit I went through?
I suffered greatly at the hands of fucking Pokemon. They took away EVERYTHING that I am, leaving me in this fucking thing. This isn’t my original body anymore.
Realization is starting to dig its claws into my mind, the shock of all that has happened fading, leaving nothing but despair.
I shove it all back and lock it into a cage, allowing the inferno fueled by hate to contain it.
With a growl I start approaching the Delphox.
She sits up before resting her hands on her dress, her eyes possessing a look that I...can’t figure out.
As I get closer, she speaks up.
“What is your name?”
The words cause my rage to freeze, the desire to murder her being halted due to the sheer confusion I’m feeling.
Did...she seriously just ask me for me name? I’m... I’m trying to fucking kill her!
Fucking Pokemon, not realizing shit even when it’s directly in their face. They are so self-absorbed in their own sense of superiority that they overlook everything that isn’t about them.
They overlook the fact that everything they have came from Humans. They overlook the fact that we made guns as a way to compensate for what we lack. They overlook the fact that we made many things just so we’re not left in the dust.
Pokemon have it all. Strength, speed, stamina, durability, supernatural powers... If a Human were to fight a Pokemon, nearly every case would end with the Human severally beaten or even killed.
And this...fucking Delphox is no different. She is so egotistical that she thinks that she can just choose not to fight?!
It is about fucking time that Pokemon are shown that they’re not at the top anymore. By their own fucking volition they gave a Human the tools to fight them. I am a fucking Pokemon killing machine. Hell, seeing how these ruins were? I wouldn’t be fucking surprised if the people here made this thing SPECIFICALLY to fight and kill Pokemon.
If that’s the case? I intend to put it to full fucking use. My life is gone, but at least I get to avenge what I lost as well as every other Human who suffered at the hands of these freaks.
Upon reaching the Delphox I grab her, my hand easily being large enough to engulf her upper-torso as well as her neck. I effortlessly lift her up to my face, my glowing red eyes growing ever brighter.
“You don’t fucking deserve to know my name.” I hiss at her.
She’s completely at my mercy now. All it takes is one squeeze and she’ll pop like a grape, just like that fucking Gothitelle.
Yet for some fucking reason, she’s still just as calm as she was earlier.
And...it’s...fucking infuriating me to no end.
“I will not ask for it then.” She responds to me, her voice still as soft as it was earlier. Her eyes though still contain that same look as it did, and I still can’t fucking understand what it means.
Her voice becomes even softer. “I will never say that I will know what you’ve through. However I do understand that you have experienced pain and suffering like none other... It is unforgivable what they’ve done to you...”
She closes her eyes. “The damage that’s been done can never be healed, but...at least try to let us make up for what they have done to you, even if it won’t make everything right.” She lets out a breath. “It’s the least we can do.”
I know that look now.
Remorse.
She’s not looking at me with pity or conceit, she’s not trying to fight me because she thinks she’s above me. She...
...
Fuck this.
Fuck Pokemon.
Fuck...everything.
I want to kill her so, so bad. I want to crush her body with my hand and let her crumple into nothing but a pile of flesh and blood. I want her to die. I want her to fucking die!
But now I can’t, because I’d feel fucking GUILTY for doing it.
With a loud growl I release her from my grip, letting her form drop to the ground.
Why did all of this happen to me? What did I possibly do to deserve all of this?! Did I unwittingly do something that turned the whole universe against me? To make me experience pain, hopelessness, and then fucking take away everything that made me Human?
I thought that I was able to get even, to get some satisfaction in killing the ones who did this to me.
But now...? I can’t even finish it, because I’d feel fucking GUILTY.
The universe hates me, because it won’t even let me have that satisfaction.
What is there for me to even do now? I can’t go back to Progria because people will see me as some sort of Pokemon at best, or a dangerous threat at worst. I can’t stay in Evolutia, since I have nothing here to call my own, not including the fact that I fucking hate Pokemon.
So that’s it, huh? To just sit here and do nothing? To see if my body is capable of breaking down? Or will the universe not even let me have that, and I’d be forced to destroy myself until I’m guaranteed a safe passing?
For all I know I might just instead destroy my form enough to not be able to move anymore, yet I’d still be conscious, left to sit in a dark void for the rest of my life.
My...
My life is a living hell.
...
The Delphox is sitting up at this point, looking at me silently as my mind sinks deeper and deeper into a very dark place.
Yet...despite it all, one thing she said manages to prevent me from fulling falling in
“How can you help me?” I finally ask her, bitterness tainting my every word.
“We can give you a place to stay.” She answers immediately. “What you do there however is entirely up to you.”
If my face were capable of movement, I’d be narrowing my eyes. And yet despite what may be my better judgement, another question seeps out.
“What is it you fucking Pokemon do?”
For her credit, she looks completely unphased. “We protect others.” She responds calmly. “We are known as the Guardians of Twilight, a guild who fights dangerous threats to society and protect those who are incapable of protecting themselves.” She bows her head again. “However we don’t intend to push this onto you. If you so desire, you can stay with us until you find your way again.”
Find my way? Find my way?!
There is no direction I can take anymore. There’s no place for me in fucking society. How the fuck does she think that I’d be able to find some purpose for myself?!
Hell, seeing how I am right now? I doubt I can even fucking eat or drink anymore, so what purpose is there even for me?!
...
Yet...
She says they fight shit?
...
My body is a murder machine. After seeing how easily I killed so many Pokemon, I could probably just use it to kill things. I mean, what other purpose is there? It’s not like I can fucking paint with this shit.
...
To fight to protect...?
...
It’s not like I have anything left.
Fucking...Pokemon...
...
With the red glow in my eyes disappearing entirely, I finally speak again.
“...My name...
...is Asmund.”
The faintest of smiles form on her lips. “Greetings, Asmund. I am known as Nightshade, however...” She stands up, bowing to me. “...you may call me Jezebel.”
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“Asmund?”
The voice breaks me from my thoughts, making me realize that I’m just staring into space. My body is still standing in the middle of this hallway of the GoT HQ, effectively creating a minor roadblock to all Pokemon trying to pass through.
I turn my gaze to the speaker, only to notice that it’s no other than Jezebel.
The Delphox looks slightly disheveled, her hair sticking in various directions despite the clear effort in trying to make it look decent. Her eyes are baggy and bloodshot, her form slightly sagging due to the result of clear sleep deprivation.
Yet despite it all, she’s looking at me with concern.
...
Fucking Pokemon...
“It’s nothing...” I mutter. “Just reminiscing, that’s all.”
She blinks at me before slowly nodding. “I see.. In that case, I won’t pry..” She simply says.
She’s...an often hard one to read, yet I’ve started to see the hints. She definitely wants to inquire about what’s going on in my head, but by having a sense of decency...she doesn’t. Instead she nods goodbye to me before walking past, making her way down the hall.
“Hey.” I speak up loudly, causing her to stop and look back at me with surprise and confusion.
She quickly got a hold of herself though, the reserved look returning. “Yes, Asmund?”
Honestly? The next words that came from my mouth were...painful, yet it would be even more painful to have them left unsaid.
“You’re pretty alright...for a Pokemon.”
She blinks again and again. Although she’s known for her reservedness, once she registers the words I said? An uncharacteristically wide smile spreads on her face.
Despite the overflowing joy she’s experiencing, she quickly recomposes herself and lets her grin return to a small yet respectful smile. “Thank you, Asmund. That means a lot to me.”
To her credit, she doesn’t look tired anymore.
“Yeah... Just don’t fucking let it go to your head.” I mutter before turning around, walking back the way I came.
I don’t say another word, nor do I look back. I just focus on the path ahead of me.
As I turn a corner, the words slowly leak out of my mouth as a quiet mumble.
“It’s the least I can do...”
