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Day 3, Jan. 6th ❖ Mt. Moon, Roleswap
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Title: Hold Your Breath Until You see the Light [temp title]
Rating: PG-13 [Brief language]
Fandom: Pokemon
Novelization of my Pokemon Sapphire nuzlocke, with a pseudo-medieval flare. After a botched robbery attempt, May is forced to keep two steps ahead of Brendan--who wants to drag her back to Littleroot to face justice--while trying to figure out if her mother's stories of her being Leader Norman's child are true.
“Stop!”
May’s pounding heartbeat and ragged breathing almost drowned out the shouts of the Professor’s son chasing her. Holding a wriggling Mudkip in her arms, she forced her tired legs to keep going farther out of Oldale, and straight to route 103.
The dead end at the top of the hill forced May to stop just before the trees. Falling to her knees, she clutched a stitch in her side as the Mudkip jumped out of her arms. The running steps of the Professor’s son slowed to a walk, and then she saw his shadow looming over her bent form. May stood up to turn around and looked at him, still breathing heavily.
“Just give me my father’s Mudkip and his pokéballs back without a fight. Do you want to be branded as a thief and have your hand cut off?” he asked, slightly winded. A Treecko appeared then, climbing up from his back and resting on his shoulder.
“No,” she whispered.
As Brendan tried to think about what part of his statement she was saying no to, she screamed something and the Mudkip charged at him. Leaping away from the small water-type, he landed heavily in the dark grass as Treecko jumped from his shoulder and used Leer at Mudkip. It stopped just short of tackling the grass-type, a look of fear on its face as it backed away slowly.
Before Brendan had time to stand up and grab the water-type, May frantically gave the order for Mudkip to keep tackling the Treecko. Rather then use Leer once more, Treecko also began attacking, smacking the water-type with his tail.
“Give up already!” Brendan shouted, finally standing up. “In addition to being a thief, you’re also conducting an illegal battle—”
A loud gagging noise cut him off as he looked down at the two fighting starter pokémon. Treecko was lying motionless in the grass in front of Mudkip, who trembled from the repeated blows it had taken from Treecko’s tail. Brendan quickly untied a pouch on his waist and withdrew a pokéball, recalling the unconscious grass-type and replacing the ball back into the pouch.
“I won,” May hissed at Brendan. She advanced toward the Mudkip. “Leave me alone—”
“Like hell I will! You’re coming back with me, whether you like it or not!”
Just before she could pick up the Mudkip, Brendan’s hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, dragging her down the hill toward Oldale. Flailing wildly, her free hand curled into a fist and slammed into his cheek. The shock and pain is enough for him to let go of her, as she scrambled back up the hill and came to a stop in front of the lake.
“Just—just come back with me!” Brendan shouted as he staggered back up the hill and stopped in front of May. “You can’t run anywhere with the Mudkip, everyone in Littleroot and Oldale knows you stole it! You’ll be hauled back to Littleroot in chains by the time you enter Petalburg!”
Neither of them noticed that the Mudkip is long gone.
“I need that pokémon!” May shouted back. She bent down and picked up a rock from the lake at random, clutching it in her hand.
“For what?!” Brendan asked fiercely, walking toward her. “You can explain this to my father when—”
May flung the rock and ran past him. The force of it hitting his head didn’t knock him over, but the sharp edge of it cut his forehead as it landed in the grass behind him. Momentarily stunned, Brendan quickly placed a hand to the cut, feeling blood and the sting of the open wound. Ignoring the pain, he turned and ran back down the hill after her.
--
I can’t find her, he thought a little while later, after checking nearly every inch of the tiny town. She’s completely disappeared.
Walking over to a large, open air pavilion containing a pokémon healer, he ducked under the canopy and stood in a short line, removing Treecko’s pokéball from the pouch. Waiting behind two young boys holding Zigzagoons, he tried recollecting what the girl looked like.
Her short, jaggedly cut brown hair was the first thing to spring to mind. Eye color… no, he couldn’t remember, since she’d been moving around and distracted him by throwing a rock at his head—
“…I don’t charge anything for my healing. Go along boys, your pokémon will be well.”
Brendan snapped his thoughts to the present as the two boys left and he approached the middle aged woman, opening the pokéball and releasing the still unconscious Treecko. She gently turned the grass-type onto his back, tutting under her breath as she retrieved a shallow bowl filled with a clear liquid and a rag. She began dabbing at Treecko’s wounds.
“You’re very lucky that he escaped such a beating with only blacking out, young sir,” she quipped, not looking up at Brendan. “Were you attacked by the girl you were chasing?”
“Yes. She stole one of my father’s prized pokémon and used it to attack this one. Did she run by here again, just a few minutes ago?” Brendan asked.
“I only saw a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye, and she didn’t have any pokémon with her,” the woman replied gruffly with a shrug of her shoulders. Treecko was just beginning to stir, and she helped it sit up. “Don’t put your pokémon back in that fancy invention of yours. Carry it to your home, and let it rest for a day or two. As for you sir, sit.”
Brendan picked up Treecko and sat down, setting him on his lap as the woman turned his head to look at the cut.
“Did the girl do this to you?” Brendan bit his bottom lip as she used a different rag and same bowl of liquid to clean his cut and get rid of the accumulated dried blood. It stung.
“Ow—yes, she did.”
“Stop squirming,” the healer said roughly, as she tied a faded cloth around his head. “You’ll live; it’s just a little scar. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of much help, but healing pokémon requires both eyes to see. Ask the shop keeper selling your fancy inventions, she probably saw her.”
Brendan wordlessly removed three gold coins from a hidden money pouch and gave them to her, picking up Treecko in his arms and walking out of the pavilion. He came to a stop in front of the stall, where the young woman behind it was just finishing up an order. Brendan tried to remember her name… he thought it was Mathilde.
“Did you see a girl run past here?” he asked. Treecko hooked his hands in front of his vest and climbed to his shoulder.
“I did, but she—”
A loud scream cut her off. Mathilde turned around at the noise, and Brendan looked over her shoulder. Both of them saw two young men restraining a girl, with a third trying to take a Mudkip from her—
“Stop! That’s my daughter!” Mathilde exclaimed, running toward the group.
“Stop!” Brendan shouted, running after her. Seeing Brendan, the three men backed away slightly from the girl, who was crying loudly as she held the missing, squirming Mudkip tightly in her arms. This wasn’t the original thief; this girl barely looked six years old and had blonde hair.
“Is this the girl you were chasing?” one of the men asked Brendan as Mathilde pulled her daughter close to her.
“No. But she does have my father’s stolen pokémon,” Brendan replied. He crouched down in front of the girl as she wiped her eyes as best she could. “Where did you find this pokémon?”
“It w-was hiding n-near my mummy’s stall…” she sniveled.
“I told her to put it in the lake up the hill,” Mathilde stated. She looked down her daughter. “Give it back to the Professor’s son.”
Brendan took Mudkip from the girl and stood up. Its eyes were wide with terror, and its entire body was shaking.
“This isn’t the girl. The one I’m looking for had short brown hair and looked about my age,” he said to the men. “If you find her, don’t hesitate to bring her to my father to face justice.”
“Before this happened…” Mathilde muttered as the three men walked away. Brendan looked at her, nodding to encourage her to continue speaking. “I-I did see your thief. She ran past my stall and down the route toward Littleroot.”
“My thanks to you,” Brendan said. He winced as he felt Treecko’s claws break through his vest and the shirt underneath, poking the skin of his shoulder. “I’ll look for her there.”
Without another word, he turned and walked out of Oldale.
--
High in a tree not far from the main path in route 103, May crouched in the safety of the branches as she glimpsed the Professor’s son walking the trail below. He had his pokémon and the one she stole from the Professor in his arms, and he was looking for her.
She wanted to jump down from the branches and confront him again, but stopped herself. She may have had an advantage in the hill, but here, so close to Littleroot… it was suicide to try and fight back against him a second time when he was so close to home.
But she wanted to use that Mudkip to face Norman, Petalburg’s Leader. A long time ago, her mother told her that he was her father and that she looked like him. However, before she died two years ago, the same woman loved to tell tall tales. Her story of May being Norman’s daughter may have been one of those tales, but despite this May wanted to fight him fairly and learn the truth straight from his mouth.
However, as the Professor’s son walked farther and farther away from her tree, so did her chances of stealing the Mudkip back from him.
Climbing onto a sturdier branch, May sat on it and grabbed a nearby branch for balance as she used her other hand to dig around in her pocket. The five pokéballs were still there. Taking one out and holding it in her hand, she tried to remember how the Professor and his son used them.
Pressing the circular thing in the middle with her thumb, the pokéball suddenly expanded in her hand. May jumped in surprise and bit back a strangled scream as she dropped the pokéball by accident, hearing it hit multiple branches on the way down, and then she heard the cry of a pokémon as it was struck from above with the ball.
Cautiously peeking down, May could barely see the pokéball on the ground, hidden within the crevice created by diverging exposed tree roots. A cool breeze blew a few leaves over top of it. She couldn’t get it now, not while there was still light in the sky. Leaning back slightly, she gripped the branch she was sitting on and prayed for nightfall to come quickly.
--
“You didn’t find her?”
“No.”
Brendan heard his father sigh in disappointment. The seventeen year old had his hands clasped behind his back, standing and watching Professor Birch examine the traumatized Mudkip. The water-type starter had calmed down somewhat in the hours since he was found, but it was starting to show signs of worrying behavior. Two times the Professor held it in his arms, and both times Mudkip had reacted violently, crying loudly and attempting to savagely bite the Professor.
“Everyone in Oldale knows what happened,” Brendan began. “I have no doubt that the news has reached Petalburg too—”
“Son, tell me something I don’t know,” Professor Birch interrupted crossly. He set the water-type down on the table in front of him, where it scuttled to a corner. “I can’t send this Mudkip to the man who requested it. He’s too frightened and unpredictable.”
Brendan averted his eyes.
“Father, let me look for the thief. I know what she looks like,” he said, hoping to divert where their previous conversation was headed. “I don’t think she’s going to stay in one place for too long. I can track her down across the region and hopefully apprehend her—”
“You already failed to arrest her once. What makes you think I’m going to let you go after her a second time?” Birch asked coolly, turning to gaze his son.
“I made a lot of mistakes the first time. If I had been more careful, she would’ve been here tonight facing her punishment,” Brendan replied earnestly. “The next time I confront her, I won’t make the same mistakes twice. I’ll bring her to you, even if I have to swim across the sea connecting Mossdeep and Lilycove with her tied to my back.”
Silence hung in the air between the two men for a long time, as the professor mulled over what Brendan had said to him, while Brendan looked down at the floor, shuffled his feet, and tried to not look nervous.
“Very well, go after the thief,” Birch finally replied. Brendan exhaled in relief and lifted his head to look at his father. “But you have half a year to bring her back, preferably alive. Your time starts tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you, father,” Brendan said in a relieved tone. He gave a short bow and quickly left the lab.
--
Hours after she dropped the pokéball, May felt it was dark enough for her to get out of the safety of the tree branches and retrieve the item. Nimbly making her way down to the ground, she landed with a soft thud atop the fallen leaves and cringed as they crackled loudly under her feet.
Crouching down on her knees, she swept aside the leaves around her near the exposed tree roots. After a few minutes of searching, she found the pokéball in the crevice created by two diverging roots. It had shrunk down since she initially dropped it. Pressing the circular button once more, May was shocked to see it expand, pop open and release the pokémon inside it on her lap.
A Zigzagoon, and a very young one at that. Its bristly fur tickled her legs as the normal-type looked up at her with a curious gaze. May frowned at it. She hated these creatures; they were scavenging pests who got into everything—
—and then her trail of thought stopped the minute the Zigzagoon curled up in a ball and fell asleep atop her knees.
May’s first instinct was to shove it away, or pick it up and throw it as far into the forest as possible. But then she reminded herself that she needed to move on and put as much distance between herself and Littleroot as fast as possible while it was still dark out. Holding the pokéball aloft, May reluctantly recalled the Zigzagoon and placed the full pokéball into a pocket in her pants with the other empty pokéballs. Standing up, she slipped into the shadow of the trees and walked silently to Oldale.
--
Caught:
Mhairi the Zigzagoon (Met at Route 103; Female; Timid nature; Pickup Ability)
