Cherrygrove City || Dawn || 6
What was it that Calypso believed to be luck? It most certainly wasn't the situation he found himself in now. Despite the joy of reuniting with the Zoroark that the Abra had considered his elder brother for as long as he could remember, other, following events tipped the scale in favor of 'misfortune'. The smile that was just beginning to grow on Calypso's face was instantly wiped out along with his surprise, replaced with horror that was unimaginable for his younger mind. The Epidemic was no place for any young to be in, yet it seemed the Abra drag the bright red flag of misfortune and terror everywhere he went as of late.
The rocks that the Charizard had hurled towards the red devil, the Krookodile easily blocked with the ragged body of the bloody lion that had rolled to its feet earlier. Calypso stumbled back again, his attention fixed on the sight; it was just one of those situations where you couldn't look away even if you wanted to. The crocodile laughed darkly as the Luxray took the hit, though his attitude took a swing once the Eevee's attack hit him right in his face. He roared in anger, and apparently having had enough, the Krookodile's long jaws bit down on the Luxray's throat and ripped it out, windpipe, esophagus, spine, flesh and all. Had it already been dead? No, the Luxray was still alive, gurgling on its own blood and injuries.
Not even a full minute later, the electric pokémon fell silent and the crocodile flung its body to the ground without a second thought. Calypso breathed heavily, sliding down with the bark of the tree digging into his back as he hit the ground yet again. The red king of death, still wearing his crown and robe of blood, simply barked another laugh before leaving, apparently having gone into the ground -- what did Calypso know? He was too disoriented to focus, his eyes stuck on the dead Luxray and his body shaking worse than a flag in a storm. Obviously, Calypso could call himself the luckiest Abra in the world; still simply an adolescent, yet exposed to sights and senses that even elders couldn't imagine. Tears traveled down past Calypso's cheeks and hit the ground before he had even known he was crying. Again? He was crying again? How could he ever grow up if tears and sadness came at every event?
The atmosphere in the air was, needless to say, quiet and suppressing. A Liepard walked to the corpse, first rigid and horrified, yet a cold glaze of indifference and fatigue washing over her eyes at the apparent confirmation that the Luxray was really dead. The Charizard seemed equally horrified and also broken, apparently in the hands of remorse that she had hurt the electric-type that had apparently been the Liepard's sibling. How? Why was that Liepard so indifferent-looking, then? Were siblings nothing? The fire lizard began breaking down in sobs, apparently at a mental limit. Though Calypso's eyes never left the Liepard, Charizard and Luxray in the semi-open field, the voice that tore through the oppressing silence was harsh despite the youth of it."You LET HIM DIE! YOU ALL DID!... You're not worthy of the kind of death HE had!"
Finally, the Abra let his gaze look over to see a bristling, angry Eevee, upset with his tail standing straight up. He began to move away as if to leave, but not before giving one last glance over his small shoulder."Stay the hell out of my face, all of you. You're all pathetic."
And he was gone. The Pikachu that had been next to him slowly raised himself from where he laid on the ground. The electric mouse pokémon looked so sorrowful. Picking up a dazzling, strangely light sphere, the Pikachu let his tears fall before silently moving away into the woods. And that was it. Calypso sat there in total silence, shedding tears for... what? He didn't know the lion. He didn't know anybody here, except for Salazar. It was just for himself, from the distress, from the horror. He really was just as pathetic as the Eevee had said. I'm selfish,
Calypso thought, the words echoing in his mind that felt nearly as blank, yet was swimming. He didn't know what to do. What was there that he could do? The dead couldn't come back to life. Calypso was a clown. Clowns weren't supposed to shed tears. They were supposed to smile, and make others smile, too.
So why couldn't Calypso stop crying?