Mount Silver [Base/ Outside] | Dusk (26)
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I dropped you.
Red grunted heavily as his ass hit solid ground hard, his back soon after, as he was unceremoniously dumped. Again. Though at least he knew why, he sprang back up to his feet, wide-eyed and livid, to catch a glimpse of Blaine's messenger, not even aware of his current location or the fact that it was very dark in comparison to the sunny desert he'd just left. "Why don't you show yourself, you fucking coward!" Red hissed, head darting around for the elusive pokemon. But he knew already that she was gone, likely back to her putrid, stinking cesspool of a master. That bastard... that horrible, skin-headed FUCK!
But as Red heaved and panted, his frustration still building, his mind finally remembered that he was in a new place now. New dangers. He lifted his head and saw trees, felt the cool, chilled wind. But... His brow furrowed as he straightened and glanced around him. "No..." These trees... He knew these trees. The pond just beyond... The building nearby, peaking just over the canopy... and... His head went back down to the ground, the lush grass beneath his feet. It can't be... It was dark, where he was standing, but the sun was still out... because... he was in a shadow... a massive shadow... He turned, unbelieving, to see the massive Mount Silver, his claimed perch above the world. Mouth agape, gun dropping to the ground, he stared up at the mountain face in sheer disbelief. Why would Blaine send him here? Why...
His mind raced for an answer, a desperate, hopeless answer. There was no list for items. No vague puzzle mentioned early on. No command. Nothing. Surely this wasn't a merciful gift. Blaine, of all people, wasn't capable of mercy-- that much Red knew. So... was this a final sucker punch? A final devastating prank for Red as a means to dump the soldier so he couldn't get in Blaine's way? A taunt, perhaps? "Aww, I thought you were homesick, Soldier," Red could hear the imaginary voice cackle in his head. Red's fists clenched with a fury he'd only felt once before.
Of course Blaine had always had the power to let him go back. To even let him escape. Blaine knew Red hated it there, but kept him for entertainment. Like a toy. But now that he was in the way, the toy needed to be tossed back in the toy box he'd found it in. And what better way to come back home, to the place where he and his pokemon claimed as their own when all of them were fucking DEAD! He soon found himself on his knees, eyes wide and teeth bared in a vicious snarl as Blaine's horrible cackling haunted his ears. It was the final piece, a final play. A final reminder that Blaine won at whatever game he thought he was playing, even if no one else wanted to be. A final jab that only told Red that everything he'd done and sacrificed... was just a joke. A game.
A fucking GAME!
Disregarding any danger he was now pulling to himself, Red heard himself erupt into a blood-curdling, guttural, feral scream as he dug his nails into his scalp. It was too much for him to bear. Their faces, their death masks flashed again and again in his mind, the scent of their flesh burning, the sound of their bodies' grease popping in the flame. The smoke choked him, smothered him, killing the scream as he ran out of air. They were gone. They would always be gone, because of him. And now, Blaine, still hundreds of miles away, was dangling that over his head. Still. Forever.
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