Walking... keep walking... keep going... don’t stop... CAN’T stop...
Chocolate eyes stared blankly at the ground, and though it looked as if he might be watching each step carefully, he was actually looking at nothing. What his eyes were seeing did not register in his brain; he was lost in a fear filled haze. The only sensory organs that were still working as they should were his ears and nose; sharper than the average Chimchar nose, it was instinct for Oliver to use them as his guide. He could hear or smell dangers long before they got to him and usually allotted plenty of time to hide or escape. He’d been taking advantage of this ever since he was small, even before he met Jon and his life plunged downhill, ever since he started to want to avoid his own—
No. He mustn’t let his thoughts stray there. He was frightened and depressed enough as it was. He didn’t need that to think on, too.
Annie. He had to keep thinking of his Annie. That sweet smile, those warm arms, that soothing voice. That giggle, the way she always knew what to say... Oliver would give up being a Pokémon quite happily, if only he could be this human’s brother in return. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for the little girl.
He would survive. He would escape. He would find her. He had no more strength for running at the moment, but he had to at least keep walking. That was his first step to surviving, to escaping, and therefore, to finding his Annie.
It was morning now, and he was grateful for the light. Night was full of undead, and perhaps even worse, Sly, who preferred the night to the day and usually traveled by the cover of darkness. The Honchcrow had abducted him from a small town called New Bark. Right after the young Chimchar had watched not one, but two members of the group he was staying with murdered in ways he would not wish upon anyone. Sly had then flown all the way back to Sinnoh. Perhaps he had thought the infection had left their home region untouched? Oliver didn’t dare ask. His childhood bully had spent his time away from Oliver becoming much more than a bully. Now he was a full blown sadistic sociopath who had, in the end, nabbed him for the sole sake of wanting to be able to exercise control over someone again.
And had zero problems treating the fifteen year old like complete garbage once Oliver was back in his talons again.
What followed had been a time of terror and misery so great Oliver had seriously considered several times just ending it all. He struggled with his grief on top of Sly’s torture, broken enough over the murders he’d witnessed without the cruel bird’s pushing him closer and closer to the brink of insanity. Sly took advantage of his nightmares, of his broken state of mind. He’d even taken Oliver’s scarf from him, something that meant almost everything to him. Then there’d been nothing left to take; his sanity was in shambles, his home gone, his self-loathing even more intense than it had been before, and even his scarf had been taken. But then he would remember Anne, his Annie, and the promise he made her. He still had that left, still had her left... as long as she was still alive... no, she was most definitely still alive! She had to be... just had to...
He would not die. Sly might use him as his chew toy, might tear him apart physically and emotionally, but he would not die. If nothing else, he would live for her.
And this is what he told himself as the bird, wearier than usual when last night had come around, had landed for what was supposed to be a brief rest... but had fallen into a deep sleep.
There was no tether but his fear of the much larger Pokémon keeping him around. And with Sly so deeply asleep that not even clapping his hands had woken him, Oliver had finally mustered enough courage to unwind his beloved scarf from around the psycho’s neck and make a run for it.
He’d run all night and well into the morning.
And now he was totally lost, so tired he could drop dead. Sly could wake up any moment and he wanted to be far away from him when he did.
He reached a small cliff and finally lifted his head to use his eyes for what they were made to be used for. What he saw astonished him.
It was a large park. Grass overgrown, fountains no longer working, but looking otherwise untouched by the disaster. Even from here, the water looked clean, and there was an abundance of it. He could smell berry bushes, lots of them. He could see bizarre rock structures with large holes that functioned as windows and doors.
To Oliver’s weary soul and body, the place looked like paradise. Food, water, shelter, safety... it was all here in one place.
With a soft cry of relief he leaped down from the short cliff and landed awkwardly in the grass, hissing in pain as a sharp rock cut into his already aching foot. Straightening up, he dashed to a bush and ripped off an Oran berry, scarfing it down.
Fifteen berries and a nearly empty bush later, he padded over to the nearby waterway, lowering his head and slurping up his fill.I can stay here... for as long as I need to... until I’m... not as much as a basket case as I am... the pain won’t go away totally but... if I stay here long enough... might help me heal enough so I... so I can keep looking...
He lifted his head from the water and quickly removed his scarf, scooping some water up into his hands and carefully washing out some of the most recent wounds, wincing and whimpering in pain as the cuts made from Sly’s talons screamed in protest. After he had washed out the blood, he lifted his scarf from the ground, setting the material in the water and scrubbing at it furiously with his hand to remove the bloodstains. The cold water and the vicious scrubbing made quick work of the red splotches and he wrung the fabric out carefully.
Bone weary, not even caring that he knew he’d see the gruesome deaths of his former travel companions once more in his nightmares, he half dragged himself to the nearest stone structure and collapsed, the world fading into black so quickly he wasn’t even aware he’d fallen asleep.
Bright sunlight streaked through one of the “windows,” slowly dragging the reluctant monkey from the first nightmare-free sleep he’d experienced in a very long time. Eyes opening, tail-flame flickering to life as if someone had flipped a switch, Oliver yawned and stretched his sore muscles, biting back a whimper of pain as he did. The fire type glanced at his foot wound, glad to see it had clotted.
How long had he slept? Judging from the intensity of the sunlight, it was at least approaching afternoon now.
The Chimchar peeked nervously out the "door." He didn’t want to leave his shelter. This had been the safest he had felt in weeks. But at the same time, to regain his strength, he needed to eat and drink consistently. Well... better go find a berry bush, then...
He thought with a yawn, knotting his scarf more tightly. Annie told me when I was recovering that if my body gets into better condition, I can focus on my other problems... she’s never been wrong before... so...
He slinked out of his shelter, stomach flipping when he realized there were no trees to use as cover in this area. That was something his sleepy mind had not noticed this morning.Too late now...
The park seemed to be extremely large. Oliver hoped that this would mean that any Pokémon who might be here, would not be in the same area of the park.
Twenty minutes later, just as he found trees to use as cover and a Figy bush he could strip bare, he froze, berry halfway to his mouth.
Beyond the spicy scent of the fruit, he smelled something else. In fact, a lot of something elses.
That smoky scent... there was definitely a fire type among them. And there were four all together.
And they were alive.This... this is like when... but I...
Oliver began to tremble, turning his head as if expecting them to be right behind him. ... What if they don’t want me around...? Or worse... what if they don’t mind... and they die, too...?
He swallowed hard. No... no, I... couldn’t take that... not again...
And yet, something inside him insisted that he go at least check it out. You don’t have to try to talk to them, his conscious insisted. Just go see what type of folks they are. At least make sure they won’t be a danger.
As much as Oliver hated to admit it, that made perfect sense. With a moan that plainly vocalizing that he was sure he’d regret this, he stuffed the berry into his mouth and started off in the direction of the scents. He desperately wished right now that the spicy flavors bursting inside his mouth as he chewed were sweet... sweet food always helped calm him down when his heart got to racing like this. Nevertheless, the Figy berry was food and he was grateful for that. He finished it off just as his ears began to pick up on voices. At the same time, his throat constricted as a disgusting, vomit-inducing scent hit his nose like a punch to the face.
Undead. Yippee. Just fan-freaking-tastic!
Oliver screamed to himself inside his head, short fur spiking. I should have known it was too good to be true! It always is!
He turned tail, fully intent on running, when something made him turn back: a groan of pain.Why should I bother...?
The monkey allowed himself a moment of bitterness. Almost every Pokemon I meet hates me... and the ones who don’t wind up dead...
But even as he thought it, he was kicking himself for it. That was wrong of him and he knew it.
But he couldn’t deny that getting that feeling off his chest, even if it had just been admitting it to himself, had made him feel a little better. I can’t just sit here... I need to do something... hopefully, they’ll just let me leave in peace when it’s over...
He dropped to all fours and hightailed it towards where he had heard the groan, heart racing as an adrenaline rush kicked in.Arceus... if you’re out there... if you can hear me... please, please, let this go right.(Holy mother of I-don't-know-what. I sat down expecting maye three paragraphs and for this this to take fifteen minutes and instead it takes an hour and a half and becomes THIS. XD I hope this made for decent reading; italics means he's thinking things to himself, by the way.)
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