Pokemon Trainer Sarah
11-09-2015, 03:57 AM
Story for the GCEA halloween event.
MIRRORS
Waiting, waiting. Impatience giving way to anger. I breathe deeply in the darkness. Some of the others have no control, but not me. I crave the rush, the chase, the blood, of course. But I am in control here. I am not a mindless zombie. Not like them.
Being inside a Pokeball bothers me now. It never used to, as far as I can remember. It was like a kind of stasis. Relaxing and healing. No time seemed to pass, no need for impatience. But now it is monotonous and slow. Hours and hours of darkness and solitude. All I have are my own crazy thoughts and the cravings. For power, for destruction. No wonder the others are mad. After a while you forget what it was like before the energy consumed you. I remember flashes sometimes, but they are only in black and white, like watching a film rather than reliving my own memories. There are no emotions there, just facts. And only enough to keep us going, so that we don’t go completely insane. We’d be no use to anyone then. I’m not sure that the others remember anything. They might be better off that way.
After too long in the darkness, the voices wake.
Softly at first, like whispers, they begin. Coaxing, pleading for freedom. I lost all ability to empathise long ago. I ignore them easily. The voices are familiar somehow, almost comforting, but I don’t remember who they belong to, not anymore. They no longer affect me. After a while, they get stronger. Now they harass and tease. I ignore these too, but it is harder. They grow louder and louder, ringing in my ears. Everyone fights them at first, but you learn early on that it’s no point. There is no stopping them. You can only wait them out.
After the torment comes the rage. They scream now, hurtling curses and abuse. Tearing into every part of you that’s left. The real you. Breaking it down slowly. They scream for blood, for murder. And they won’t stop until they are sated. I hold out for as long as possible, listening to the horrible, raspy, demon voices screech in my ears. My head pounds, throbbing painfully. Black spots form before my eyes, my hearing is lost completely. Only the voices remain, screaming in my mind.
A blinding white light fills my head, burning my eyes. I see nothing but white and shadow. A wail unblocks my ears. I know it is my own voice, but I have no control over it now. The tiny, logical, alive part of me is tucked away. I feel adrenaline course through my veins as I am released from the Pokeball prison. I howl, I run, I cry. The master has called me and I obey. No words pass between us, but the voices intensify. They own me now. I used to try and fight, but there is no use now. More of me is lost each time. My layers peel away and are absorbed by the energy inside me. It grows stronger as I diminish. But I am not thinking about any of those things. I am not thinking at all.
I am drawn to a target straight away. My red-rimmed eyes are unfocused, to me they are merely black blurs against the painful white light. But the voices have learned to recognise the energy of humans. Foolishly, this group is undefended. I gnash my teeth, saliva dripping from my fangs. I am so hungry and all I want now is to fill that hole inside me. The voices urge me on. The more I destroy, the quieter they will grow. They promise that, at least, but it is only temporary. They will return, stronger than ever.
I lunge at the group. They scream and scatter. My hair prickles. I am exhilarated. I crave their destruction with every fibre of my being. If I have ever known joy, it must be this, this intense pleasure that only comes from the pain of others. The voices lash out hungrily, calling for the kill.
I lunge, muscles rippling as I fly through the air. I have never been stronger, never more focused. The shadow energy consumes me but it also heightens my senses. Every part of me is utilised. The humans scream and scatter, but it is too late. Against the backdrop of the burning city, I sink my fangs into the leg of a young man. Warm blood fills my throat. He struggles in vain as I shake him viciously. His screams fill me with more excitement. I release him for a moment, licking the blood from my fangs, savouring each drop. The voices wail with pleasure. Just as their anger fills me, now their delight radiates through my body.
Right as I am about to bite him again, my attention is pulled inexplicably away. The voices have quietened after the taste of blood, but only enough for me to hear my master above them. I am still frenzied and out of control, but I obey when he calls me. I run, my muscular legs powering me forward. My master is before me, his radiance blinds me, but I no longer need to see. My partners are here too... my master's other Pokemon. I can feel them around me. Their energy, their lust is contagious. I howl madly, delirious with joy and pain.
*Greet our other guests*
My master's voice is not heard, but felt. I turn and see two more human blurs. They are closer. And somehow familiar. For maybe a fraction of a second, the voices slip and my mind flashes back to an earlier time when I knew these humans. While I ponder, my partners rush in, leading the charge. The humans send out their own Pokemon to defend themselves.
I wish to explore this feeling of remembering further, but my body, my mind is out of my control. The voices are hissing now, angry at their mistake, and I can't hear my own thoughts. The piercing sound causes my head to throb with pain. I shake my head, but I cannot dispel them. The only way to quiet them is to attack...
I roar, rushing at the humans. One of them has made fast work of my master's Marshtomp. It lies pathetically on the ground. When I look at it, the voices in my head intensify, their rage fueling my desire. I face the human myself. Her flying Pokemon hovers frustratingly above me, but I whip my tail, sending rocks flying with ease. They strike the butterfly, smashing through its delicate wings. The voices cry in triumph. I run to catch it in my teeth as it falls from the air, but before I can reach it, the human has recalled it safely to its Pokeball. Anger courses through me. Denied of the kill, my veins pulse with rage until I feel that they will burst.
I turn my gaze on the human, but she has already sent out another creature to defend her. As my next opponent materialises, my eyes widen at the familiar scent, the shape. This time the memories are sharp... and in colour! The voices hiss, struggling to suppress my memories, but they are too strong. I see myself, my real self, reflected in a thousand mirrors, stretching back and back and back. The shadow of my opponent wavers and then the Tyrunt stands before me in full colour. A Pokemon the same species as myself... A reflection of who I was.... And though the voices threaten and curse, the memories keep coming. I am brown and orange, small and fearsome. My eyes shine, my tail thrashes. I am strong and noble... and I am... happy? A sharp burst of pain, like a dagger, shoots through my head. The voices are struggling to keep control, hitting me with everything they have. I stumble, snapping my jaws dementedly. In my head, the memories warp and fall away, but not before I see my master... how he used to be... and this human who faces me now... this girl. I have seen her before... The voices finally catch hold, strangling me, forcing me back into the farthest corners of my mind. As I lose control again, the Tyrunt before me... my opponent... wavers and fades back into shadow. I feel like crying, but this body is no longer mine to control. The familiar surge of blood-lust rises within me until there is nothing else.
While I am distracted, something rams me hard in the side and I fly to the right, skidding into a pile of debris from some damaged building. The Tyrunt is attacking, his jaws thrashing in my face. I rise from the rubble and launch myself at him. There are no longer any feelings, just pure adrenaline and the whine of the voices as they push me to destroy. I oblige, grazing the beast's side with my tainted jaws. If he cries out, I cannot hear it: the voices are at fever pitch. My blood runs dark and angry. If I bleed now I know it will be tainted black. I thrash madly, firing rocks and rubble at my opponent. He is fast, but not fast enough. He stumbles. He is tiring, while I am only getting stronger. He slashes at my face with a glowing claw... a Dragon-type attack. I stumble backwards, dizzy. The human must be screaming now... urging him on. But she is nothing compared to the voices. I fling myself at the Tyrunt. Every sharp object in my arsenal tears at his flesh... claws... tail spikes... teeth. His thick scales are strong, but eventually I break through. Fresh blood runs down his side, pooling at my feet. I crunch harder, enjoying the feeling of flesh between my teeth. The voices rejoice in my feed. I lower my head to deal the finishing blow...
My opponent jerks suddenly, his tail slashing against my back, catching me by surprise. The force of the Dragon Tail sends pain shooting up my spine. My eyes widen as my breath is forced from my lungs. I stumble backward, slipping in the pool of blood that I created and slamming my head hard against the ground. The human approaches, and for a second her face flashes into full colour. Remember, I think. But the voices are furious... they consume me fully and I lose senses one by one... smell, touch, hearing, sight. The voices are so loud that I cannot hear them anymore. The last thing I see as I collapse is my opponent falling down beside me, weakened by my attacks. The girl stands over him protectively, and before everything goes black I see my own trainer there instead, watching over the Tyrunt. A mirror image of myself.
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Hopefully that made sense but if not, it's told from the POV of Dredd's Tyrunt who Alice battled during the Cerulean City fight. (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?7507-GCEA-Kanto-The-battle-for-Cerulean-City-(The-day-the-earth-caught-fire!)-(Cross-over-event)(Open)&p=165462&viewfull=1#post165462)
MIRRORS
Waiting, waiting. Impatience giving way to anger. I breathe deeply in the darkness. Some of the others have no control, but not me. I crave the rush, the chase, the blood, of course. But I am in control here. I am not a mindless zombie. Not like them.
Being inside a Pokeball bothers me now. It never used to, as far as I can remember. It was like a kind of stasis. Relaxing and healing. No time seemed to pass, no need for impatience. But now it is monotonous and slow. Hours and hours of darkness and solitude. All I have are my own crazy thoughts and the cravings. For power, for destruction. No wonder the others are mad. After a while you forget what it was like before the energy consumed you. I remember flashes sometimes, but they are only in black and white, like watching a film rather than reliving my own memories. There are no emotions there, just facts. And only enough to keep us going, so that we don’t go completely insane. We’d be no use to anyone then. I’m not sure that the others remember anything. They might be better off that way.
After too long in the darkness, the voices wake.
Softly at first, like whispers, they begin. Coaxing, pleading for freedom. I lost all ability to empathise long ago. I ignore them easily. The voices are familiar somehow, almost comforting, but I don’t remember who they belong to, not anymore. They no longer affect me. After a while, they get stronger. Now they harass and tease. I ignore these too, but it is harder. They grow louder and louder, ringing in my ears. Everyone fights them at first, but you learn early on that it’s no point. There is no stopping them. You can only wait them out.
After the torment comes the rage. They scream now, hurtling curses and abuse. Tearing into every part of you that’s left. The real you. Breaking it down slowly. They scream for blood, for murder. And they won’t stop until they are sated. I hold out for as long as possible, listening to the horrible, raspy, demon voices screech in my ears. My head pounds, throbbing painfully. Black spots form before my eyes, my hearing is lost completely. Only the voices remain, screaming in my mind.
A blinding white light fills my head, burning my eyes. I see nothing but white and shadow. A wail unblocks my ears. I know it is my own voice, but I have no control over it now. The tiny, logical, alive part of me is tucked away. I feel adrenaline course through my veins as I am released from the Pokeball prison. I howl, I run, I cry. The master has called me and I obey. No words pass between us, but the voices intensify. They own me now. I used to try and fight, but there is no use now. More of me is lost each time. My layers peel away and are absorbed by the energy inside me. It grows stronger as I diminish. But I am not thinking about any of those things. I am not thinking at all.
I am drawn to a target straight away. My red-rimmed eyes are unfocused, to me they are merely black blurs against the painful white light. But the voices have learned to recognise the energy of humans. Foolishly, this group is undefended. I gnash my teeth, saliva dripping from my fangs. I am so hungry and all I want now is to fill that hole inside me. The voices urge me on. The more I destroy, the quieter they will grow. They promise that, at least, but it is only temporary. They will return, stronger than ever.
I lunge at the group. They scream and scatter. My hair prickles. I am exhilarated. I crave their destruction with every fibre of my being. If I have ever known joy, it must be this, this intense pleasure that only comes from the pain of others. The voices lash out hungrily, calling for the kill.
I lunge, muscles rippling as I fly through the air. I have never been stronger, never more focused. The shadow energy consumes me but it also heightens my senses. Every part of me is utilised. The humans scream and scatter, but it is too late. Against the backdrop of the burning city, I sink my fangs into the leg of a young man. Warm blood fills my throat. He struggles in vain as I shake him viciously. His screams fill me with more excitement. I release him for a moment, licking the blood from my fangs, savouring each drop. The voices wail with pleasure. Just as their anger fills me, now their delight radiates through my body.
Right as I am about to bite him again, my attention is pulled inexplicably away. The voices have quietened after the taste of blood, but only enough for me to hear my master above them. I am still frenzied and out of control, but I obey when he calls me. I run, my muscular legs powering me forward. My master is before me, his radiance blinds me, but I no longer need to see. My partners are here too... my master's other Pokemon. I can feel them around me. Their energy, their lust is contagious. I howl madly, delirious with joy and pain.
*Greet our other guests*
My master's voice is not heard, but felt. I turn and see two more human blurs. They are closer. And somehow familiar. For maybe a fraction of a second, the voices slip and my mind flashes back to an earlier time when I knew these humans. While I ponder, my partners rush in, leading the charge. The humans send out their own Pokemon to defend themselves.
I wish to explore this feeling of remembering further, but my body, my mind is out of my control. The voices are hissing now, angry at their mistake, and I can't hear my own thoughts. The piercing sound causes my head to throb with pain. I shake my head, but I cannot dispel them. The only way to quiet them is to attack...
I roar, rushing at the humans. One of them has made fast work of my master's Marshtomp. It lies pathetically on the ground. When I look at it, the voices in my head intensify, their rage fueling my desire. I face the human myself. Her flying Pokemon hovers frustratingly above me, but I whip my tail, sending rocks flying with ease. They strike the butterfly, smashing through its delicate wings. The voices cry in triumph. I run to catch it in my teeth as it falls from the air, but before I can reach it, the human has recalled it safely to its Pokeball. Anger courses through me. Denied of the kill, my veins pulse with rage until I feel that they will burst.
I turn my gaze on the human, but she has already sent out another creature to defend her. As my next opponent materialises, my eyes widen at the familiar scent, the shape. This time the memories are sharp... and in colour! The voices hiss, struggling to suppress my memories, but they are too strong. I see myself, my real self, reflected in a thousand mirrors, stretching back and back and back. The shadow of my opponent wavers and then the Tyrunt stands before me in full colour. A Pokemon the same species as myself... A reflection of who I was.... And though the voices threaten and curse, the memories keep coming. I am brown and orange, small and fearsome. My eyes shine, my tail thrashes. I am strong and noble... and I am... happy? A sharp burst of pain, like a dagger, shoots through my head. The voices are struggling to keep control, hitting me with everything they have. I stumble, snapping my jaws dementedly. In my head, the memories warp and fall away, but not before I see my master... how he used to be... and this human who faces me now... this girl. I have seen her before... The voices finally catch hold, strangling me, forcing me back into the farthest corners of my mind. As I lose control again, the Tyrunt before me... my opponent... wavers and fades back into shadow. I feel like crying, but this body is no longer mine to control. The familiar surge of blood-lust rises within me until there is nothing else.
While I am distracted, something rams me hard in the side and I fly to the right, skidding into a pile of debris from some damaged building. The Tyrunt is attacking, his jaws thrashing in my face. I rise from the rubble and launch myself at him. There are no longer any feelings, just pure adrenaline and the whine of the voices as they push me to destroy. I oblige, grazing the beast's side with my tainted jaws. If he cries out, I cannot hear it: the voices are at fever pitch. My blood runs dark and angry. If I bleed now I know it will be tainted black. I thrash madly, firing rocks and rubble at my opponent. He is fast, but not fast enough. He stumbles. He is tiring, while I am only getting stronger. He slashes at my face with a glowing claw... a Dragon-type attack. I stumble backwards, dizzy. The human must be screaming now... urging him on. But she is nothing compared to the voices. I fling myself at the Tyrunt. Every sharp object in my arsenal tears at his flesh... claws... tail spikes... teeth. His thick scales are strong, but eventually I break through. Fresh blood runs down his side, pooling at my feet. I crunch harder, enjoying the feeling of flesh between my teeth. The voices rejoice in my feed. I lower my head to deal the finishing blow...
My opponent jerks suddenly, his tail slashing against my back, catching me by surprise. The force of the Dragon Tail sends pain shooting up my spine. My eyes widen as my breath is forced from my lungs. I stumble backward, slipping in the pool of blood that I created and slamming my head hard against the ground. The human approaches, and for a second her face flashes into full colour. Remember, I think. But the voices are furious... they consume me fully and I lose senses one by one... smell, touch, hearing, sight. The voices are so loud that I cannot hear them anymore. The last thing I see as I collapse is my opponent falling down beside me, weakened by my attacks. The girl stands over him protectively, and before everything goes black I see my own trainer there instead, watching over the Tyrunt. A mirror image of myself.
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Hopefully that made sense but if not, it's told from the POV of Dredd's Tyrunt who Alice battled during the Cerulean City fight. (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?7507-GCEA-Kanto-The-battle-for-Cerulean-City-(The-day-the-earth-caught-fire!)-(Cross-over-event)(Open)&p=165462&viewfull=1#post165462)