OOC: I dunno, but I'm in the mood to write a lot. Now for my flashback.
IC:
I listened carefully as Riddel questioned her Ekans, about what the odd hissing noise had been. Although I couldn't make head or tails of the quiet hissing of Ekans, judging from Riddel's surprised reply of "Herums?" it was no doubt something interesting. Or rather dangerous. I felt slightly bad about having her and Ekans take care of the Pokémon when I was supposed to be on guard. Quietly berating myself, and called Flare-tamer and Vine-trap closer to me.
"Do you know anything about what that was?" I asked, mainly to Vine-trap, as she was a native to this forest, and would know what the creatues were.
<You don't say...>muttered Vine-trap. <Although, I, myself have never come across these Pokémon, but from what I gathered from the Ekans, they are the dreaded Herums.>
<What?>
Vine-trap shook her head, looking up at the dark canopy, with her eyes sparkling in the light of the dimming fire. <Herums. They're steel Pokémon that resemble spiders, but that's all that I can tell you know. As I said before, I have never had any experience, but my mother once told me about them. They're supposed to be very dangerous.>
Nodding, I leant against the tree, my mind buzzing with the reccent events of the night. No doubt Ridel was cursing me for dozing off when I was supposed to be on guard. It had barely been twenty-four hours since I first got Flare-tamer, and then came to this wretched place. But I owe this place my Vine-trap, because I caught her here, so there are good things about this forest. If I was still near Viridian City, I wondered what I would be doing. Suddenly, the remembrance of Viridian, and Pallet brought back the memory of the orphanage. One which I regret very much...
The large and sphereical satellite orbiting earth, more commonly known as the Moon shone brightly through the glass window. The window had not been washed in God knows how many years, and was now transformed into a translucent surface, rather than transparent, and the light spread across the dormitory. The room had no electrical lights so that the children there would not use up electricity.
Seated on acreaky bunk bed, at the top, was a young boy, no older than seven. He was holding onto a small picture frame, looking at it in wonder. his black hair was long, even though he was seven, and it fell in front of his eyes, obscuring his face from outside view. Clad in black pyjamas, he cradled the picture frame as if it was his very own young.
The picture inside the frame was one with two people in it, holding a small wailing baby in between them. One of them was a lady, tall and elegant, with a curvy body. Her hair, golden in colour, fell down her side in gentle waves, and she sported a warm and loving smile on her face. Her eyes, a bright sparkling blue. Her manicured hans were gently caressing the baby she was holding.
Next to her was a man, broad shouldered with one arm around her shoulder. His hair was black in colour, seeming to glow in a way that only black glows. His eyes were a soft golden-brown, with concern etched into the lines on his face. He wore a slight stuble over his chin, but it made him look all the better. The other hand was holding the baby from underneath.
This was the only recollection that the boy on the bunk bed had of his parentage.
All of a sudden, there was a loud bang, and the picture frame slipped from his fingers, falling down the side of the bed. Not caring who had made the loud noise, the boy slipped off the bed, and down onto the floor, immediately jumping. He looked at his foot, and foud a piece of glass stuck in his heel. Carefully taking it out, he tried to make out where the glass had come from, finally deciding it came from the face-down picture frame.
Slowly, picking it up, and turning it over, the boy scanned the picture frame, dropping it again, and jumoing into bed, burrying his face in his pillow. The picture within had got torn from the glass shards that had come when the glass of the frame broke. The boy slowly sat up, and didn't make a noise.
Howeevr, even if his hair was covering his face, his tears fell to the ground, making a loud noise...
