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Where is she?

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Mission 4 start ~ Previous ~ Next (Final!)

AND NOW FOR THE LONG AWAITED CONTINUATION!
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She was ahead of him, too far to reach. Through the sickening colours of a rainbow jungle, running. He wanted to catch her, but he felt as though trapped in viscous liquid, not able to match her speed. His calls went unanswered.

The beast loomed, materialising before her in an instant, pure evil glee dripping from his fang-baring smile.

He could only watch. The viscous liquid sensation thickened, he could barely struggle.

The pale, monstrous creature thrust out a hand and raised her white body by the neck. She resisted, she scratched, she tried even to bite the rock-hard hand that was so effortlessly dangling her. Her claws managed to connect, but did nothing to the armoured hide of the predator now toying with its prey.

Breath ran short, and she slowed her struggles. The beast was allowing her to live, but only to watch with twisted amusement as she lost her strength. Soon her white form just hung, twitching, her eyes rolled, her mouth slack as she struggled to force air into her lungs past the stone grip of her tormenter.

“That’s all you’ve got? Pathetic.” The beast’s eyes narrowed as he raised her lolling head up and stared into her eye. “Glad you came back now?”

Gasps and splutters were his only answer. It was unlikely she’d even heard the taunts; she looked as though her attempts to breathe were taking all her concentration to maintain.

“Not even a challenge.” Tivoli raised his unburdened arm and grabbed the twitching white body around its heaving chest. As he released his grip on her neck, he tightened his hold on her chest and as she gathered her breath, it was forced back out of her in a scream of pain. Her body sagged, her eyes wide.

The beastly Tyranitar lifted her head. “You deserve this.” he growled. In one motion, he let her head flop, and ran a sharp claw through the soft skin below her jaw.

He saw her long white mane stain red. The beast dropped the limp body roughly and simply turned, head high, and stomped away.

“...no, please, Syrren!”

He was suddenly aware that he was shivering. Jolted awake by the horrific dream, he relaxed a little. A terrible nightmare, but not real. Not that that made him any less shaky.

He could feel that someone was sleeping on him. It felt like Zooka; it must have been a particularly cold night if the fluffball had overcome his usual dislike and taken advantage of Nye’s warmth. He sensed that even asleep, the little Whimsicott was deeply troubled

Though actually, Nye felt a little cold himself. It was unusual for him to feel very cold; in cold weather his body usually just adjusted itself to keep him warmer. He often got hungrier in the winter months, due to the extra energy he burned keeping himself warm, but he rarely felt cold.

He couldn’t sense Syrren nearby, but that was normal. There were others though, and that was strange. If they were in the Den they should have been alone, but he could sense other pokemon must be in the same room with them. They couldn’t be in the Den, even. There were too many pokemon in nearby buildings.

His muscles seemed more reluctant than normal to wake up and start moving. Aches and stiffness replied to every attempt he made to move.

Opening his eyes, he confirmed that it was, as he’d guessed, Zooka snuggled up against him. It was very dark, but nonetheless the Whimsicott looked odd somehow.

Moving his head slightly, Nye noticed the bandages on his own leg. What?

He closed his eyes again and thought back. He couldn’t remember falling asleep. Last he remembered, he’d been... pursuing...

He’d been following Syrren.

He vaguely remembered stopping her. He couldn’t remember coming home, though. He couldn’t remember... oh.

Syrren had attacked him. He remembered her cruel, twisted face, and he remembered pain and blood. Then nothing.

He opened his eyes again and squinted at the surrounding, sleeping pokemon. Not one was white. And he could sense them all. She wasn’t here.

Shifting uncomfortably and ignoring the aches and protests from his tired muscles, he shifted up a little. Pushing his good leg under himself, he managed to sit up.

“Ngh... what...?” Zooka mumbled as he awoke, a little startled by the sudden movement. “N-Nye?”

“Where is she?” Nye asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Lie down!” Zooka’s whispers were rather loud and high. “You aren’t allowed to move!”

“Where’s Syrren?”

“I... I don’t know... she left after she bought Cyl back, I...”

“I’m going to find her.” Nye shifted himself onto three feet, with obvious difficulty, holding his right leg off the ground slightly.

“You can’t!” Zooka hissed. “She was the one who nearly killed you, anyway! It’s good she left!”

Nye turned and stared into his amber eyes, which were dancing with unshed tears. He realised why Zooka looked so odd, suddenly. The ragged black scarf he always wore as a mask was nowhere to be seen. Without it, Nye could see the dark rings under the Whimsicott’s eyes. He looked as though he hadn’t slept well in weeks.

“I know she attacked me, but I’m not going to abandon her. There’s more to it than that, Zooka.”

Zooka was lost for words. He couldn’t recall Nye ever having used his name. More emotions bubbled into him, muddling with the already conflicted soup of feelings he’d been holding in since returning. Part of him wanted to go back to normal, the three of them living in the Den and Nye fighting with him all the time. But whenever he was near Syrren now, all he saw was Nye’s blood splattered across that evil grin.

Nye started a very slow limp toward the door flap in the large tent, finding progress difficult with only three functioning legs. Reaching the flap, he tried to flip it aside with his snout, but lost his balance and nearly fell face first into the frozen hard ground.

Shivering in the cold air, Zooka pushed Nye back up. “You’re sure you won’t go back?” he asked hopefully.

“I want you to come, Zooka. You need to talk to her too.” Nye turned his eyes away and continued in an embarrassed mumble, “I need your help walking, too...”

The Whimsicott just sighed. “She’s with Yasi, they’re at the Merchant’s hut, you sure?”

“Yasi?” He’d never heard that name before. “Why there?”

“That’s where Yasi’s staying now, he doesn’t like cold either and apparently he’d met PK before, so...” Zooka paused. “Oh, just come on. I’m too cold to talk here.”

“Thanks, fluffball.” Nye was not looking forward to the chance of meeting PK and Shroomsworth after everything he’d done to them.

But he had to see her.
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ONE MORE. VERY SOON. Stay tuned for the not-so-epic finale!
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PokeBreederEmi's avatar
sdlkfnsfns This page. I almost broke down in tears for this. D: I hope they get back together...