The world was so dark, a darkness so deep that it seemed to swallow all light that came its way, even sound was sucked into the oblivion. It was horrible, not knowing what was ahead, not even knowing where he even was, yet it gave him a type of relief. He had no way of knowing what would happen, and it put him at ease, because as long as he did not know ‘who’ or ‘how’, the ‘what’ was all the more tolerable, he wouldn’t have to suffer the overwhelming guilt that would come later on. But all of that could be easily take away if Olle chose to open his eyes. But he didn’t see himself doing that any time soon, not until he knew for certain the coast was clear.
So there he was, feeling his legs move through the rushing sand as he kept his eyes sealed shut. He kept bumping into, most likely random structures, or large pieces of rubble. But that didn’t stop the vine whips from coming down on whatever it bumped into to destroy it, Olle was leaving a path of destruction in his wake.
Then…..then he heard it.
He bumped into something yet again, only this something made a noise, barely audible over the sand rushing past. But he didn’t need to hear who it was to know that whoever it was, was not going to get off so easily from him……He couldn’t even tell if the victim had a chance to even register what was happening, because Olle’s vines flew out immediately, circling around the first part of the prey that it got a hold of. He could feel his vines lifting the pokemon off the ground, could feel the other struggle against the hold, yet Olle still refused to open his eyes. Blood was going to be spilled, that was for certain, the only thing he could do was spare himself the pain of having to see the face of whoever it was.
Yet try as he might, he could not completely cut off all of his senses. It was the smell that did it, the smell of a garden in bloom during the middle spring, a smell so sweet that it could belong to no other pokemon. It was only then that he was unable to ignore the muffled noises she was making. And against his better judgement, Olle opened his eyes only to regret it the moment he did.
It was blurry, the sand didn't help, but her shape was unmistakable. And the longer he stared the clearer it all got, her terrified look, her face losing color, and lastly the large vines wrapped around her neck in a vice like grip, crushing it and keeping any air from getting to her brain. If she had said anything to plead for her life, Olle had blocked it out before opening his eyes, meaning her last words where lost to him. He could do nothing as the last bit of life escaped from her, and in unison, the silent tears escaped from Olle.
She didn’t deserve this; to die from her friend’s hands….She was always the nice one who was always trying her best for others. She didn’t even have any actual attacks, everything she had was for helping others…. If anything, out of the whole group, he cared for her the most, and now… he killed her…There was no denying it, even after he let go, the amount of damage he had done to her neck alone meant that she would not be able to breathe on her own if she was still alive.
It hit him harder than it did when he killed Echo…Yes, that was painful, but he felt bad to even admit it, but he barely even talked to the little guy, it didn’t affect him as much as Magnolia’s death.
Even worse was when Olle’s head bent down to her and opened his mouth. He knew what was going to come next, the same thing that had happened to echo….he could already imagine the sick and twisted taste that would drench his tongue. And he would have enjoyed every last bite too, and hated himself for enjoying it. But…..knowing it was her…..putting a face he really cared about to the meal was just about to eat was too much. He wouldn’t be able to stand it if he was the one to kill her AND the one to eat her.
He wasn’t quiet sure how he did it, nor did that matter, he just knew that it was killing his head just to do it. Giving him a headache worse than any he had before just forcing himself to not eat her. Defying every urge in his body and commanding his brain, to command his body, to command his legs to move, to move and to not stop until he lost her in the sandstorm. By the end of it he could have sworn his skull had been split open, but it was worth it to know that Magnolia might still have a chance at a proper burial if the others found her first.
But he was tired now…..so tired.
((hoped to post this earlier, but it got long |D Please do not mess with Magnolia's body unless you have permission from Lulu .n.))