@DarthWaffles - Glad you can see the allusion. And yes, they shall return...
@DarkLakitu - Epiiiiic!!! 8D -shot- Ahaha, thanks~!
@Buoysel - Eh...the prolonged 's' was because Zangoose was hissing. End before 20 chapters? Heh...ehehe...nooo...^_^
@Clevink - Wow, uh...thanks! I don't think I've ever had someone so enthusiastic about my writing, hehe~! ^///^
@Following_the_Air - Aw, thanks. ^///^
@icomeanon - W-Watership Down?! Seriously? o///o Uh, wow, I'm flattered!
Notes:
--I had to write angsty!Fuega for this. It hurt. ;_; I'm going to have to get used to it, though...
--I went back and numbered/titled all of the chapters. Just because.
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Chapter 7
Where Paths Part
Consciousness came slowly to Fuega. Her nose caught the musty scent of leaves, mingled with the harsh odor of smoke. Her sense of balance righted itself sluggishly, and she realized that she was lying on her side on something dry and slightly scratchy. Voices met her ears, as well as a sporadic popping and crackling that sounded like a small fire. She opened her eyes and shifted slightly, weariness tugging at her limbs.
"Fuega's waking up!" came Kit's excited voice. The sound of quick pawsteps signaled his approach to Fuega.
"Yeah…" she murmured. "What's goin' on…?"
It suddenly occurred to her that her face felt bizarre. As though it was…
longer…
And her claws…felt heavier, more powerful…
"I feel funny," Fuega mumbled to Kit. "What happened? We escaped, didn't we?"
"Yeah…" he replied, suddenly sounding nervous. "Hey, um, congrats on evolving…"
"Evolving?" Suddenly, she remembered everything. The memories hit her like waves; the frantic escape, battling the insane Zangoose, Freesk's gruesome death -
And Fuega's brutal murder of his killer.
She suddenly felt sick, and with a sinking horror, looked at her sharp claws.
They were coated in dried blood, stained dark red.
She let out a choked, garbled cry of horror and leapt up, startling Kit. She wanted to run, to hide from his and Song's and Liyin's eyes and never be found. Guilt and disgust were surging through her veins, making her heart pound in distress.
Ignoring Kit's yelp, Fuega dashed forward on all fours, not seeing where she was going, not caring. The air left her lungs abruptly as she slammed into a stone wall, but she frantically gulped down a breath and raced off in another direction – only to be met with another stone wall.
"Fuega!" The yell wasn't enough to break through her shell of distress, and she was bolting headlong towards another wall when something large and furry crashed into her, knocking her to the floor and pinning her down.
Fuega flailed wildly under Liyin's front legs, crying wordlessly. Looking back, she would not be able to find a word for the emotion that turned her into a terrified creature, but would describe it with a reenactment of the forlorn wail she had voiced at that time.
Eventually, her writhing died down to small shudders, and the frantic screams became tears that dripped steadily onto the floor. Song set her chin on Fuega's muzzle in a comforting gesture, and Kit gave her scaly cheek a few licks with his raspy tongue. The time they spent there stretched out into a fog of hours for Fuega, who was lost in her own tears.
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"Fuega, it
wasn't your fault."
The lizard gave a derisive snort and curled into a tight ball, flaming tail-tip resting atop her nose.
"Okay, maybe it was. But the filthy son of a Houndour
killed your best friend - you had
every right to be angry. And besides, that Zangoose was maniacal. He deserved what he got."
Fuega shifted uncomfortably. "It still felt
wrong."
Song sighed, ears drooping slightly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." The blood had already been washed from Fuega's deadly claws, courtesy of a stream outside the cave. "You didn't kill a Pokemon."
Song's ears stiffened, and her eyes took on an angry glint. "Stop it. Stop beating yourself up over something you couldn't control."
"But that's just
it!!" Fuega roared suddenly, making her Eevee friend jump. "Why? Why did I lose control!? What
happened to me?? Did I evolve into some kind of demon? Anger doesn't
do that, Song! When you're angry, you're angry! Pokemon don't just go around
killing because they're
angry!!" She breathed heavily, small tears forming in the corner of her eyes as she looked pleadingly at Song. "Do they?"
Song averted her gaze to the floor, shifting from paw to paw.
"Do they?" Fuega asked again in a small voice.
Song looked back up, dark eyes brimming with uncertainty. "I don't know," she said. "Zangoose did. I knew a Granbull that did. But I don't know about the rest of us. I think only Pokemon that aren't quite right…" She trailed off, suddenly looking apologetic.
"I killed Zangoose because I was angry."
Silence.
"There's something not quite right…with
me."
"Fuega-"
Song's protest was cut off abruptly by a shake of Fuega's head. "No. I need to find a way to solve this problem. I don't want to end up like Zangoose. I'll find a way to control myself, to keep myself from getting angry. I don't want to
kill someone again."
There was a sorrow in the Eevee's eyes. "I know what you're going to say."
"So do I," a gravelly voice sighed behind Fuega. She whirled around to see Liyin and Kit standing there. Kit's ears and tails were drooping sadly.
"We planned on staying here, living in this forest. We don't have Trainers, and in all honesty, we don't need them. We're not meant for that kind of life. You, on the other hand…"
"I'm leaving to find Kevin," Fuega whispered. "He needs to know what happened to Freesk. I'm not sure if I'll be able to even look at him once I've found him, but he needs to know. After all," she said with a false smile, "we
were his Pokemon."
"You still are."
"Yeah," she replied with a melancholy tone, reaching out to hug Song. Kit joined in the farewell embrace, as did Liyin (albeit a bit reluctantly). "Bye," she whispered, a stray tear leaking out of the corner of her eye.
As a crimson lizard walked away from a trio of mammals, calling her last tearful goodbyes, a vow asserted itself in her heart. Never again would she call upon the latent power sleeping within her soul, the power that had made her more powerful and more deadly. Never again would she undergo the ancient and dangerous process known as
evolution.
Beneath a sky of stars and moon, the funeral pyre of a butterfly died into its last glowing embers.