"I think you'll need this more then any of us right now." Xander quietly said, as he placed the can of lemonade in front of Plague nonchalantly.
Plague gave the Haunter a thankful look, his shoulders sagging from exhaustion. He put his paws around the can, remembering how Tullie had bought these often, filling her backpack with them.
Plague let a small chuckle escape his mouth as his thoughts went back to the past.
The nights around the campfire, resting on her feet, keeping her warm, traveling and wrestling with Cyndaquil and Strix...he had missed this terribly.
He turned to look back at the others that had been accompanying him, wishing he didn't feel so damn lonely.
His forlorn gaze turned back to the can. He pushed it over to its' side and was about to open it when suddenly, a flashback overcame him, filling his vision.
The chilling water, the choking, suffocating feeling in his chest and throat, Tullies' screams and the terrifying roar of the Gyarados flooded his senses.
Plague groaned in fear and pain as the images flashed before him uncontrollably. His body quivered and shook as he lay there with his paws covering the empty sockets of the Honchkrow skull that masked his own. I can't...I can't let them see...I can't lose it!...Stop being so fucking weak!
Plague could hear his father screaming at him.Stop being so fucking pathetic! You're nothing but a failure! You failed your pack! You don't deserve another chance!
His fathers' voice, dripping with rage and disdain, reverberated in his head, becoming his own.
Plague clenched his jaws together painfully, trying to keep himself from screaming. As exhausted as he was, the rage that he felt knew no bounds. He knew that if he ever let it out, he would hurt others that happened to be near him...and he couldn't let that happen.
Forcing his paws away from his face, he hoped that his actions hadn't attracted any attention. He didn't want to have to explain why he was so utterly fucked up.
He dug his claws into the can in front of him and bit into the middle hard, puncturing the weak aluminum with his teeth. The sharp metal cut his gums, but he didn't seem to notice.
The liquid inside spilled out of the holes, as he quickly lapped at it. His gaze was fixed on the far wall, and his eyes were glowing a deep crimson from the intensity of his emotions. The deep red light reflected off the white bone of his mask, illuminating the hollow skull in a sinister glow.
The syrup-like drink filled his belly as he began to feel his energy return. The taste of blood also seemed to soothe him, pacifying his need for the release of this darkness that threatened to consume him.
As his energy returned, his vision cleared. He started to pick up sounds from the pokemon around him, and listened to the conversations that were going on.
The others were wondering what the next step was.
His beaked muzzle rose from the empty can and was about to speak when a knocking sound came from the entrance.
Everyone went silent as all their eyes went to the heavy wooden door.
Plague looked at the others, and he could see that they all shared the same thoughts, for all their eyes were wide with fear and surprise.
"What do we do?"
(OoC- sorry it took so long, I've been super busy)