#pac deathfic

[cuteprofessorgabby]

PAC Deathfic- Closure

((set in an AU in Gabby's future TW: death, TW: oxygen deprivation)

It wasn't supposed to be this way. She wasn't supposed to be seeing dark spots cruelly spotting her vision. They had been foolish to come here- and it was all her fault.

To even have thought to try to see the legendary was a bad idea from the start. It had been of ignorant, selfish wishes. Her desire to hopefully gain closure from the journey. She'd figured ,maybe, that finally seeing Lugia would give her a sense of conclusion to a long suffering tale. Her father had tried this too, and had perished in a watery grave, perhaps she could do what he never did.

It had haunted her throughout childhood, the vast waters- hiding deep and mysterious things. A whole other world uncharted simply lying beneath them. A quickening pulse and her mind would surge looking for a way out of the irrational fear. A fear of water. She'd gotten her Blastiose- Tidal - for this exact reason, to help her out of it and fix herself. It had even worked, she'd gone on to essentially master water types, making herself an almost unbeatable opponent.

But that still couldn't change her fate.

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The day had been cloudy, dark grey blotches of ink colored clouds, covering the sky.The wind had been making a keening noise like a pack of Mightyena. The boat she'd rented for this particular expedition, had been sailing rather shakily, odd- wasn't this one of the best in the Kalosian region?

Gabby had spent the day writing in her research journal, enjoying the view from the deck. Her fellow scientists and assistants bustled about passing the time with short experiments.

It was now 1:37 am, and they were just getting close to passing the fourth- and last whirlpool.

Gabby ,now a woman, had always taken to enjoying the night. She walked around the boat casually, only a slight yawn breaking the composed silence. It was hard to walk with the slight unsteady rocking of the boat but, she had to come out atleast once to taste the salt air. She stepped up close to the boat's edge, leaning on the rim slightly with her fingers pressed against the  metal safety railing to keep her from falling over.Her eyes drifted over the sparkling sea, moonlight reflecting off the icy surface.

Without any warning the icy waves began lashing out wildly against the boat. The winds had picked up swiftly, blowing frigid air over her. Gabby struggled to hold on to the rim and eventually backed up away, moving to go into the inside deck. 

All at once the ship rocked turbulently, and she was thrown the floor.The collision momentarily dazed her; what was going on? It shook back and forth wildly, like a doll being played with by an abusive child.

Large vast amounts of water started to spill onto the ship. If someone could feel their doom coming; Gabby was sure that was the tight feeling in her chest. The captain, let out a warning telling everyone to get back into the lower levels of the ship immediately.

Gabby struggled to get to her feet, her breath jagged with anxiety from the shock of what might happen. More water grabbed onto the ship, whilst Gabby fought to stand herself up. She was near soaking by now and simply putting one foot in front of the other felt like she'd been cemented in place on the waterlogged deck. She was nearly flattened by the force of the storm lunging out at her.

Once she had finally risen to stand herself steady, the ship did one more violent lurch. Before she could tell what was happening, her body banged against the metal safety rail with a painful crack of the ribs. She grabbed onto it, trying to hold herself form but it then gave way with a screech of metal. She looked up once more in despair, her hands weak and clammy as she saw a large  tsunami like tidal wave collapsing towards her. 

One minute she was there; and the next, she was not.

Time had slowed to crawl, the slashing rain,the roaring sea, the screams and yells of her companions was all she could hear around her. She was plunging after the rail, tumbling headfirst into darkness, the seething,sucking sea reaching itself up to claim her.

The impact with the water felt like concrete; solid and cold. The icy shock blasted the remaining air out of her lungs. Her chest was burning with a passionate fire, as she  was tossed ,spinning helplessly, again and again as she tried to gasp for breath. Her body was slammed down into the 10,000 leagues, grasping for something that wasn't there. She could feel the water entering her lungs, her airways sealing shut. There was one last smoldering pang in her chest before suddenly she didn't feel anymore.

Red hot fiery shooting pain was replaced with a tranquility and calmness of comfort and safety.Oxygen deprivation had gotten to her, and she could barely feel her own heart stopping. Her vision was beginning to cloud with spots. 

But in her last few moments, she saw what she'd been waiting for.

The thing that had costed her life. And her father.

It was the flapping of wings of the water god,Lugia, that had created this sudden violent and deadly storm.The moon reflected off its glistening skin and Gabby could feel one final split second of wonder before the world abruptly shut out her senses. 

And although she'd perished the same way as her father, atleast  her last sight had been something beautiful.

[koru-x-adventure]

PAC Deathfic time? PAC Deathfic time.

Alone. That's all Koru could describe how it felt. There was no pain, oddly. Perhaps the snow helped with that. 

"I may not get another chance..." He rasped, Talking to no one. He reached into a pocket, ignoring the stickiness of blood-- his blood. He grabbed out his Holocaster. No signal. Great. He opened up to write a message - Vocal only, no sense in showing them... He shook his head and begun. "Hello..." He coughed, spitting up a bit more blood on his hand. "I... I wanted to leave this message. a Final..." Another cough. "A final goodbye."

"Mon Amis, You've been there for a long time... You've each been wonderful for me, ever since I've began. "To Mon famille, Pokemon and human... I'm sorry. I should have been there more for you. You deserve much better." This one brought a cough that racked his entire body. He knew he didn't have much left, so he had to... had to... "A-And Mon Cherie... Sa-Sabrina... I am sorry, so sorry... I love..."  He tried to say it. He really did. He couldn't see anything anymore, his whole body was numb. His arm faltered, and dropped, and then there was nothing. ---

Snow drifted over the body, leeching a dark red where it touched it's wounds, a holocaster clutched in it's hands. It only had power left to say "Message Sent," before it, too, winked out.

[goldenrodbreeders-archive]

PAC Deathfic: What are titles?

(( Getting bored and listening to music does things to you so here have this it's shit but I'm really bored good-bye *backflips off a building* ))

The rain was pouring hard when Talli woke up, head pounding and side pulsing in pain. There was one thing she was certain of at this point, the call was a trick and the liquid under her was not just rain water.

It was late at night. Talli was getting ready to sleep for the night, having already put Flitch to sleep with the eggs around her. The day care couple had started to let her stay at their place since she had begun breeding so much. The couch was the best place they could offer her for the time being, but it was so bad.

As Talli pulled the blanket up over her legs and began to take her holo-caster off her wrist, she got a call from a number she didn't quite recognize. Then again, the young trainer had broken her old one just last week and hadn't finished transferring all the older numbers onto the new one. Talli answered the call anyway, figuring that it was someone that she knew.

"Hello?" Talli asked into the screen. No face showed up though. Maybe their holo-caster was busted too? The call ended and instead Talli received a message.

"I need to speak with you in person. Meet me outside of Cyllage City."

Talli frowned at the message before sighing and pushing the blanket off her legs. Guess she wasn't going to get as much sleep as she had wanted. Talli quickly pulled on her pants and boots, throwing on her favorite yellow hoodie before heading out. Cyllage City wasn't too far, so there was really no reason to take any of her team with her.

The cave leading between Route 7 and Cyllage was pretty empty, which was strange considering that there were plenty of Pokemon crawling around inside. Talli was now regretting not taking any Pokemon with her. She made it out of the cave and was greeted by ice cold rain. This wasn't going to help Talli find the person she was meeting up with. Talli tried to call or message back the person, but they didn't respond. The breeder sighed before taking a few steps forward, heading for the Pokemon Center.

CLICK

Talli froze and looked to her feet, a light cord tangled around her boots. Oh...

There was a bright light and a loud boom. Talli was blown away by the blast, falling down the cliff next to Cyllage, smacking her head hard enough against something to knock her out.

When Talli woke up again, the rain was still pouring, but with more force. There was a throb in her head and a pulsing in her side. She couldn't move. Her ears were still ringing from the...blast. Did...did she get fooled into a trap? Was...someone trying to kill her? Well they did a damn good job at it. Contacting her while there were still numbers missing from her holo-caster.....wait. They....did this person know?

Talli lifted a shaky hand to her wrist. Help. She poked a shaking finger against the screen, blurring vision and uncoordinated fingers trying to find someone they could call.

Help me...

She let out a small whimper, feeling something slightly warm against her side as everything slowly rushed back. The call button was pressed after a few failed attempts.

Please help me....

The call rang....and rang....and rang.....but he never answered. Talli's hand dropped to her side, shaking from cold and fear.

Please....

There were footsteps coming towards her, not rushing but rather...like they were taking their time. A figure now stood over Talli's dying body, dark brown hair wet and dripping with water. Talli tried to speak, ask them why they did this, what she had ever done to them.

I don't want to die.....

The person.....he smiled. He smiled at the young trainer dying in front of him. He smiled and even began to laugh a little. What...the hell?

Save me....

It was getting darker. The sound of his laughter starting to fade out a little. The sound of the rain starting to grow softer. The sound of someone from the city shouting. It was such a quiet shout. There were footsteps. The soft laughter had stopped and the person was gone. In his place was someone else, someone who was kneeling next to Talli. They were scared.

Please.............

They were trying to talk to Talli, but the rain was the only thing she could hear at this point. It was too later. There was no hope left. The rain was washing away the last of the warmth in the small blonde's body.

I'm scared...........................

The rain stopped.

[pkmntamerjackson]

".... Kindle will be fine. With him taking the people to safety, I am certain nothing will happen to them. I trust him..." commented the male softly before taking in a deep breath and turning once more, his shoulders slumping. Who would have ever thought this to be happening? Years ago... When he had first started his journey... When he had gone through tough times and hardships... He had never expected something like this to have happened...

But the world as they knew it was crumbling apart. Perhaps Lysandre had been right... But the way he had tried to fix things... They had not been correct, had they? Yet here he stood... And people would die, Pokémon would die...

Swallowing once, he turned his head a bit. He desired to have Kindle by his side, like it always had been. But he wanted to keep his trusted partner safe...  He knew the other would take care of Jules and his family if needed... He knew this... And yet...

Jackson frowned as he looked through the letter, lips pursing before his head slowly lowered, shoulders slumping down. "You know, Kindle... The way of life can be free and beautiful, but..." he frowned, the words of war entwining together before him. "We have lost the way... Haven't we? Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate... I wonder... Long, long ago... The people lived without harming Pokémon, didn't they...? No Pokéballs.. No machinery..." he whispered out, slowly reaching out a trembling hand and scratching the other's mane with a faint smile.

"Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost..."

'Jackson...'

"It's time for another adventure, Kindle... Though I don't think either of us will enjoy this one." he commented, standing up and settling the letter on the table before walking off, the Arcanine looking back at the letter once before following after his trainer.

The last words called him to the front line, to help save the world as he had done so long ago.

That time, he had cheated death. He didn't think it would happen twice.

Taking in a deep breath, Jackson finally grasped the five Pokéballs he had on him, letting out Ashbel the Charizard, Charon the Nidoking, Tricera the Aggron, Merry the Sylveon and Sephtis the Gengar.

Jaeger looked at his sister and gave a solemn nod.

"... Come on team, for the future." commented Jackson, taking place on the Aggron and patting him twice. There would always remain conflicts... Wars... All would feel the sting of this.

"I don't want you to go, Jack! Please... Please, stay with me...!"

"... I can't... Mon Julie.... Understand... I can't--"

"Then let me come with you..!"

"... No."

A family. Children. Was there a chance that such a thing would happen now? Or would they only ever remain dreams of a fool? So many plans he had gotten in his mind... He had wanted to propose to Jules. He had wanted to marry her. Make it a huge feast. A wonderful day, peaceful, joyful. No thought of bad things to come to mind.

It wouldn't happen now, would it.

"ATTACK!"

- - - - - - - -

"This place is old... Real old... No wonder why nobody found it before..." uttered Max, slowly turning around as the large canine stepped alongside her, keen eyes fixed upon the surrounding. There was something dark... A presence looming around this place. The canine felt it in every fiber of his being.

"Kindle... Wait up, you're going too fast!" uttered the girl, rushing after the Pokémon and grasping a bit of his manes.

It was near here. The canine was certain of it. So certain.

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Letting out a startled cry, the girl latched onto the Arcanine, shutting her eyes tightly as she hid her face on the canine Pokémon, who merely growled softly in response, ears lowering to his skull and teeth bared.

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But... Blinking twice, the Arcanine slowly lifted his head, ears perking up a tiny bit. Why was  this so familiar... So very familiar, indeed... He had heard it many times, had he not... When he had been younger... Much younger... When that person was still...

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"We're sorry! We're sorry! We didn't want to disturb you!" cried the girl as hellish blue eyes started glowing in the dark. The Arcanine hesitated for a while, shifting from one paw to another as he stared at those eyes, finally turning to look at Max and nudging her back. "K-Kindle...?" she uttered, receiving another nudge from the Pokémon and a low growl afterward. "You want me to go? But--"

A more demanding growl came in reply.

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A few seconds of hesitance, and finally did the young trainer take the Pokémon's fluffy head between her hands, resting her forehead to his fur. "... I am trusting you on this... Please return after you have dealt with this, my friend..." she whispered, slowly letting go as the Arcanine gave her a reassuring lick on the cheek.

The girl left.

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'Sephtis.'

The blue eyes blinked once before slowly a man stepped out of the shadows, spiky hair and hellish blues hidden within yellow eyes. "Kindle... It has been forever, has it not..."

'How long have you--'

"Long enough..."

'What are you doing--'

"Keeping away those foolish enough to come closer. You see, we have all made sacrifices in the past. And we have all picked our choices, even if they were bad. Even if they wrought forth destruction. You musn't forget... He tried. He tried really hard. He was getting desperate." commented the male, gesturing to the side with clawed hands. A mere illusion of the Gengar that truly stood before him. But then again, the other had always liked playing around with someone's mind...

'What happened to Jackson...'

At that, the man slowly glanced away, index finger rubbing over the skin of his thumb and eyes half-lidded. "Come now, you are a smart Pokémon, you always have been smart, Kindle. You know as well as I do what has happened... You just refuse to accept..." stated Sephtis softly, closing his eyes for a second.

'... I refuse to believe that. He wouldn't... Not with me--'

"He kept you safe. They all died."

'... N - no... Charon..?'

"First to fall. Protecting the team. He bled to his death and soon after his head got smashed in like a pumpkin. I'm sorry. But there's no doubt that he is no longer among us."

'.... Ngh... What of Tricera?'

"Took many enemies down with him. Hey, they got close... They got real close. But in the end, he was completely obliterated by the Pokémon of the leader of those idiots... He died a warrior's death. Just like he would have wanted, though."

The canine slowly hung his head, ears drooping.

'... What of Merry and Jaeger...'

"... Jaeger came to this place... Alongside Jackson, Ashbel, me and Merry... We were close to the final solution. But we didn't know the final solution wouldn't agree with us... He died. Protecting us from a rampaging God. Sometimes, I think I still see his soul wandering around this place..."

No. No he couldn't believe it. He had held the believe that at the end of this journey with Jackson's sister... He would find back what he had lost. His family. Those who had been along side him all the way. Merry... Merry who he had admired so. Who had played pranks along side him. Ashbel who had been like a father to him... Jaeger who had been such a funny little guy... Tricera, who had spoken to him such beautiful words and poems of days gone by... Charon who had always bickered with Sephtis, but in the end--

'Please.. Please tell me he's alive... Please...'

Sephtis remained silent, merely staring at the other before stepping forward, the ever present grin fading from his face as his illusion dropped and the Gengar reached out a claw, resting it to the other's muzzle.

"No. He's not."

'It hurts... J-Jackson... It hurts... Make it stop...' gasped the canine softly, a few bubbles of blood popping near her nose whenever she breathed, eyes closed. 'It hurts...'

"Merry..." murmured Jackson, slowly lifting a hand and stroking over the Pokémon's head. "... Remember our grooming sessions...?" he whispered, closing his eyes, a small trickle of blood slipping past his lips before he quickly licked it away. "Remember...?" he questioned with a trembling voice, causing her ears to twitch once.

'Yes... They were wonderful... I enjoyed... Them very much...'

"Imagine that scene right now... We're at home... Remember the home we bought? I was going to share it together with Jules and you guys. Remember the little spot in the garden you claimed your own? Imagine being there, Merry... And i'm grooming you, as well as I ever did..." he spoke softly, fingers gently running over the Pokémon's fur, earning a faint wag of the tail from the Sylveon.

'I imagine it...'

"Good... Keep imagining it... Kindle will be playing somewhere in the background with your brother... And faintly, you'll hear Sephtis and Charon's ever teasing to one another... Célia is singing joyfully up in one of the trees... One of her favourite lullabies... Can you hear it?"

'Yes... Yes I hear it... it's so beautiful.. So beautiful...'

And all the Gengar could do was stare quietly into the darkness, claws balled together in fists and the grin that usually was so present upon his face had faded into a grimace. Close by him stood Ashbel,  tail curled around him and head bowed.

They could only listen... Listen to Jack's soft voice. Listen to the breathing of Merry that only grew worse and worse. Until there was no more breath to be heard.

'This was idiotic to begin with.. This whole plan. Front lines... What kinda shit is that...' snarled Sephtis finally, earning a blazing glare of the Charizard aside him. 'Shut up, Seph. Just...' Ashbel stopped, instead glancing back to Jack, who had bitter tears running down his dirtied cheeks, staining the fur of the Sylveon who laid halfly over his lap, her head rested to his stomach.

She was gone.

'Jack, we should leave this place. There is no time to linger. Come on.' spoke the lizard Pokémon finally, turning to walk over to his trainer, lowering his head.

'Give it a rest, Ash. You're not an idiot. You have felt the change, haven't you. Jack's dying. We protected him. But not good enough. He got hurt, in more ways then one...'

"You're too perspective, as ever Sephtis..."

'... So... Then we get you to the hospital. I'm not going to--'

"Please, Ashbel... My body's broken... I'm bleeding internally... I don't think I have much longer left..." he whispered, slowly lifting his head to look at the Charizard. "You two should go while you still can...  Please... There has been enough death..." he murmured. 'You can't expect me to just leave you here--'

'No, Ashbel. That's exactly what he's asking of us. So. Just leave this damned place. We were doomed from the beginning. This had no happy ending.' commented the Gengar, looking over his shoulder at the Ashbel once before looking back at Jackson, giving a last nod as he faded away in the shadows.

'Jackson.. Please. Kindle will be waiting for you... And Jules...'

"... They don't need a dead body, Ashbel..." murmured the blonde-haired, eyes drooping as he rested his head back to the rocks for a second. "Please.... I'm begging you... Just live... Leave... And live..." he finally pleaded, causing the Charizard to take a step back. Yet, no matter how much he wanted to protest, he came to silence at the look upon the other's face.

'There's nothing I can do for you... Is there?'

There was a barely unseeable shake of the head from the trainer.

'... Thank you for everything...'

With a last look to his trainer, the Charizard turned away, tears streaming down as he rushed off,  wings flat to his back to gain speed. Leave this place, as the other desired so...

"Goodbye, Ashbel..."

There was a long silence before a faint smile curled around his lips. "Still here... Sephtis... Aren't you...? No need... to remain silent.... your presence... I feel it.."

Giving a scoff, the Gengar finally rose from the shadows, a scowl upon his face. 'I can't leave. Listen, you little prick. I'm not leaving either.  This place. I'll stay here. Aslong as needed.'

"Then.. Keep people... away from the...  the one... that should not be awakened..." forced out the male, closing his eyes. "Please..."

'... I will...'

There was a silence that rung afterward, the only reward being given to the Ghost - Pokémon being the smile that his trainer left upon his face. And there was an overwhelming sadness that over took the Gengar for a second.

'J-Jeez, stupid little kid..!  Little bastard... What a stupid way to go. You're such an idiot... Such a fucking...' he stopped, leaning back a bit before turning away. 'Idiot...'

Kindle yelped, jolting back and staring at the Gengar with wide eyes, before a howl ripped through the cave.

- - - - - -

To this day, there have still been reports of a Gengar and an Arcanine guarding the entrance to a cave. Only once an old woman had been brave enough to come close. It is said that she told the canine it was okay. That he was allowed to go now. That there was no need to wait any longer.

Rumours and stories bloomed from the two Pokémon. The cave was to be avoided at all cost.

And even now, after a thousand years still... There are rumours and sightings of the Pokémon still.

Or maybe, a mere illusion...

[aspertia-days]

guess who wrote something to make everyone sad(der, depending)

The air was cold.

Bill's eyes shot wide open as he was shaken out of unconsciousness, an ache in his head and a jolt of stabbing pain running down his midsection that sent a wave of nausea through him. His vision was too blurry to make anything out aside from blotches of white and gray, and watching the colors and shapes shift around caused him to feel a tremble in his stomach.

Biting back the feeling of bile in his throat, the trainer tried to sit up; he stopped almost immediately as the pain suggested otherwise, and his instinctive attempt to double over only made things worse. Beads of sweat dripped from his bangs as the man rolled onto his side, a few stray strands of brown hair falling in front of his eyes. “Wh... where...”

The chill of wherever he was finally sank into his nerves, and Bill wrapped his arms around himself as he began to shiver uncontrollably. He flinched a little harder when his fingers brushed against something cold and wet, and he slowly brought his hand up to his face, forcing his eyes open again and praying that he wouldn't be sick. He sucked in a deep breath as the dull red stuck out among the bright patches, and with no small amount of trepidation he gently wiggled his clenched fingers.

He blinked. There was a strange, soft, grinding sound.

He blinked again, and a few more details came into focus. It was blood, just as he'd thought. The icy cave was frigid enough that it had coagulated quickly on the moving digits, and with a little more rubbing, flakes of it started to fall away.

A brighter red suddenly appeared behind his hand, and he let his arm drop. It was a Pokeball.

A Pokeball...

A flood of memories suddenly erupted to the forefront of his mind, the realization of which caused the aching in his head to worsen. He winced, deciding to do nothing except lay there for a while.

“O-oh... s-s-so... this is it, huh?” He croaked out when he felt his strength starting to return (even if it was just a little bit), a cheeky smile worming its way onto his face as he looked down towards his legs. A massive slice had torn through his jacket and shirt, the ragged edges of which were littered with chunks of the Cryogonal's ice shard that had hit him in the first place.

He reached down and ran his fingers across the bloody scab, convulsing a bit as his body roughly warned him not to. But he did it a second time anyway. He was done for anyway; what else did he have to lose?

The feeling of wind made him wrinkle his nose in confusion, and he turned away from the gruesome sight to look outwards at the other end of the cavern, the breeze soft and pleasant compared to the conditions of the rest of his to-be-tomb. He could see light glittering off of the sleet-covered walls, and when he squinted, he was able to make out a couple trails of muddy pawprints that had been left behind in the ice.

“Go... g-go, you guys. Find S-Sycamore... o-or find Marcy and Talli, or Ehlana and her friends... or Jules, or... ghugh...”

There was a frightened, almost disbelieving cry. Russet, if he had to guess.

“J-just go! Find so-omeone to take care of y-y-you... and keep J-Jawgernaut safe... from any more ice attacks... please...”

There was another yip, this time from Chiffon, whose muzzle suddenly appeared above him. The fennec fox's fur was clearly matted from crying, and he felt his heart break. He was supposed to be the one to take care of them... what would happen now?

“The Cryogonal's... tucked away in th-that P-Pokeball, right...? I'll be fine... go!”

Bill smiled. He wondered how long ago that had been. He couldn't remember if he'd expected to wake up after he'd blacked out. The Pokeball had done its duty, since he was all alone inside of the secluded little cave. He felt a little bad; it had little doubt that the Cryogonal would never get released outside of the ball.

He closed his eyes again, something hazy popping up in his mind's eye. It was Rose... and all the rest of his friends at the house in Aspertia. Not just his Pokemon, either – people that looked like family, like friends from Kanto and Hoenn, and people he'd met in Kalos.

He longingly reached out his arm, even though it didn't show up in his head. “I... I love you all...”

The sight was fading.

He was starting to... to black out... black... out...

“...I'm so sorry...”

Far, far away, a white dragon let out a sorrowful croon.

[jules-x-adventure]

The Lovesong of Jules Saint-Michelle [A PAC Deathfic]

For I have known them all already, known them all:       

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,                   

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons...

---

Two hundred years was a long time to live.

During that time, she had told and heard many, many stories. To the best of her ability she’d written every one down, until the joints of her hands went stiff and she was forced to have a computer to take dictation for her. She continued to produce stories even then, but they were never quite as good as the ones she wrote down herself.

That was about the time that Jules came to realize everything else that she’d lost in her long, long life. Or, more specifically, everyone. For while she had lost many objects and skills over the years, they hadn’t mattered nearly as much as losing her Pokémon.

She had sat in the surf with her Lanturn, shivering from sea-water soaked clothes and sorrow. He bled onto the sand, the scent carried out in the water to a school of Carvanha waiting to finish their meal. Lumiere had nudged her so lovingly then, wanting to protect her to the end. She was thrity-six then.

She had helped collect the sticks and spices of her Talonflame’s last nest, and watched as she lit herself aflame for the last time. It had been one of the most brilliantly-vibrant pyres she had ever seen, and sometimes at in the early morning she could still smell the cinnamon and pine as they burned beside feathers. She was sixty-one then.

She had stood by as her Furfrou slowly lost his once-sharp vision, first in his right eye, then his left. Until the very end he walked beside her, using his keen nose to search for any threats. She held his head in her lap as he breathed his last breath through that nose. She was seventy-seven then.

She had watched her Nidoking grow old and stiff. It was a slow death for the ground-type, but never once did he bemoan it, because she loved him through every second of it. Even at the end, when all he could do was lay on the ground while she fed him by hand because he was too weak to lift his head. All of that effort, and she wasn’t awake to say her final good-byes. She was one hundred and four then.

Her friends...

Her family...

Her love...

One by one, they had all left her. Why Xerneas couldn’t save them too, she hadn’t a clue. It mourned them nearly as much as she had. Perhaps time had taught it that it couldn’t keep everything alive.

She didn’t try to train new Pokémon. She knew they could never fill the gaping holes left by four of the six Pokémon beside whom she’d traveled Kalos and saved the world. Only Xerneas and her Pumpkaboo remained, two constants in a world that was constantly changing around her.

Even she, herself, changed. Unlike AZ, she was not free from time completely. It continued to age her, slower than usual but it changed her nonetheless. Her beautiful hair slowly faded in color like an old sepia photograph, and her pride kept her from trying to dye it. If she was going to age, she would age just as Arceus had intended her to age, and she would do it with grace and dignity. And so she watched her hair lighten and her skin wrinkle, her posture droop and her eyes lose that youthful shine.

The only thing that didn’t age gracefully was a heart; its continual shattering made that too hard.

--

“I grow old...I grow old...I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled...” The words, accompanied by a chuckle, formed weak clouds of breath that drifted skywards in the early morning light. With the aid of her cane, Jules took a seat on one of the many small rocks that littered Route 10, clutching her coat tighter. Nox alighted onto her lap, while nearby Xerneas laid down to wait for its two friends. Unlike the two Pokémon, each day the walk was as much of a toll as it was a pleasure. Each day the walk reminded her of the others that had died before her, and they fact that she had yet to die.

A silence fell that early morning. Nox did not jingle, Jules did not tell stories. She rarely told stories anymore. Somewhere off in the distance Hawlucha bellowed battle cries, but among the morning mist the sound seemed muted, far away. Finally, the former trainer broke the silence.

“Xerneas,” she began with a heavy heart, eyes on the ground between her feet, “It time for me to go. I’m ready.” Immediately the Pokémon uttered a distressed cry, making a move to stand and go to its friend, but Jules stopped it by forcing herself to stand on shaking legs. She looked to the deer with tired eyes. “I’ve outstayed my welcome here on this Earth; time had made that clear. The little energy that flows in this body belongs to someone else.”

Hesitantly, Xerneas dared to edge closer to the old woman. When she stretched out her hand to it, it nuzzled her comfortingly. Jules felt her gaze soften, a smile peeking through her determined expression.

“You’re sweet Xerneas, and I’m grateful for the time you’ve blessed me with. But I don’t know if this heart-or this body-can keep going. I need to move on.” As hard as she tried to keep them in, the tears fell. Overwhelmed by emotion, she dropped to her knees beside the legendary Pokémon and cried. Nox hovered beside her, both not wanting her to leave and not wanting her to suffer.

Just when she thought Xerneas might ignore her plea, the aged trainer felt a warm, velvety-soft rub against hers. For the second and last time in her life, she heard the ancient fairy Pokémon speak.

‘I love you. Goodbye friend.’

And Jules raised her head one last time to look at it with thankful eyes, and for one last time she held Nox in her arms. Tears fell freely on the gourd Pokémon.

“Until we meet again, alright you two?” As she spoke, a warm, white glow surrounded her, and slowly Jules began to fade into a haze of white and sparkles, until nothing was left of her but a memory.

And together the two Pokémon mourned.

--

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea      

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown             

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

[clovis-x-adventure-blog]

Clovis Chevalier could feel the pain searing through his side and threatening to rip his mind in half.  His eyes rolled in his head as he took in shuddering breaths, and his bloodied hands clawed at the fur of his beloved Lucario, Ka.  One ill-aimed attack, that had been all it took.  One trainer who fought dirty, one pokemon who didn't know better.

This is the way the world ends.

Blood pooled beneath Clovis, standing out against the ground like a rose in snow.  Ka, the only Pokemon on his team who was still conscious, tried to feed him Oran berries, then Sitrus.  He finally cursed himself for not convincing Clovis to let him learn a healing move, and let out a sharp bark, frustrated.  He couldn't carry his trainer back to a Pokemon Center, it would be too late by then.

Clovis began to cry.  He was scared, so very scared.  Not of death, but of something else.  None of his human friends knew of his situation.  None of them would come to his aid.  None of them would hold his hand in his final moments, and none of them would take care of his Pokemon when he passed on.

Faces of his human friends and family danced across his mind, taunting him, turning away, moving on, forgetting.  His legs kicked against the ground feebly, wanting to fight to live, as if he could scrabble away from death itself.  This wasn't happening, he wouldn't let it.  And yet the more he moved, the more blood poured out of his wound, and the quicker he got to his death.

This is the way the world ends.

His vision started going black, and he panicked.  This couldn't be the end, it couldn't possibly!  He still had friends to say hello to again, his mother to see again, his father to talk to.  He still had so many people to meet in the world.  Loved ones to hold onto.  A lover to find.

He began to despair as the inevitability of his fate washed over him, hitting him like a brick.  He was going to die here with no one but Ka by his side, only a small comfort.  With the last of his strength, he began to snivel, shaking, afraid, and tormenting himself.  His eyes had long since lost life, only the smallest of sparks left.

He no longer had any strength to speak, his last words having been "I don't want to die, don't leave me."  They had been spoken to Ka, the only one to come to his aide.  The Lucario would remember and regret with every step he took towards civilization, seeking anyone who had ever cared for Clovis.  Someone to take him in.  Someone to retrieve Clovis' body.

Clovis' last breath left him as the blood pouring from his wound finally began to slow.  His death was not spectacular, not heroic, and barely memorable, sticking only in the mind of one Pokemon.

This is the way the world ends:

Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

[seth-y-adventure]

PAC Death Fic

Thrown up at 1 AM to be reblogged later.

They said death was cruel. Seth thought it to be more ironic. In fact, his thoughts as he bled out were exactly that. How ironic his death was. Or was it fated? Maybe it was both. Fate liked being an ass. He died by the same hand that killed his father, while trying to infiltrate said organization and that had killed him. Who knew that Snagem would up it’s security, and find a revival even after the Snag Machine incident. Certainly not Seth, not even when the signs piled up that everyone in this group was being led on. The rest were dead, he was positive of that much. The only reason he had survived that explosion was-

Irony. Fate was ironic. Life was ironic. Death was ironic.

Seth lifted his hand from his wound, relieved to find the flow had stymied. He wouldn’t bleed out before they opened the blast doors again, perfect. Given his own reputation in the rising ups, Gonzap himself would probably come. Though, come to think of it, he’d never seen Gonzap in person. Just heard stories.

Ah, the stories. Gonzap the Great, the terrible, the undefeated. Except by the Traitor.

The Traitor was always a sore spot for Seth. That boy apparently got to Snagem before he did, and dealt a greater blow than he could ever hope to.

Oh well, it’s not like he was going to kill the leader of Team Snagem and collapse their structure once and for all. Hopefully. Plan B was not as effective as Plan A would’ve been. Sadly.

Any ruminations on this were dispelled as soon as the door began to open, flooding the room with white light. A cold voice he couldn’t identify declared “Search for any survivors.” Seth was likely a prime target, given the Aegislash bent in half before him. Yep. They were coming. The pokeball rolled out of his pocket silently, and before anyone in the room knew what to do Seth had sat upright again, pain lancing out from his wounds as he uttered his last words. “Gigalith, Explosion!”

In the light of the pokemon’s death, he saw only one face. It reminded him a lot of himself. Dark skin, light hair, piercing amber eyes. The only difference was his attire, a navy coat and a visor that Seth was nearly blinded by. In those last seconds, the man didn’t even seem surprised. Had he come into this expecting it? Was this not going to work? Was it all for-

The world went white.