The scars reminds us that the past is real..
"What are you doing?" The gruffness of his voice, the rugged hastiness, the very sound of which would signify a rough around the edges person, was music to Vida's ears. Her first thought though, after "Hallelujah! I'm not going to become road kill tonight!", was pondering whether the Raichu Morph was talking to the Gengar, or herself. If the latter was the case..
"Well," Vida rasped, gasping in aggravated aliment as once having move, the venom only ran deeper into her veins, enacting the girl to writhe, squirming in a futile effort to wash the pain away. She had yet to realize that the individual she spoke so casually to was her commander, her leader, the one responsible for her very existence there at that moment.
"Currently, it seems as though i'm taking an acid bath in this D-bag's poison, as he thought that a little venom would leave me down." To the Gengar Morph, twisting with all her might she spouted defiantly.
"Nice try, Numnuts! If you wanted me to just lay there and take it like a corpse, you should've usd a Thunderwave!" This said, Vida winced harshly, limbs beginning to spasm voluntarily as a cold sweat broke out across pallid skin. She drew in a breath, inhaling sharply, afraid to exhale for the excruciating agony she knew she would soon after experience. As it turned out though, the Raichu Morph was interrogating the Gengar Morph, not herself.
B\y this time, the Gengar Morph had had more than enough time to bridge the distance between himself and his two fellow morphs, and now sporting a hunter's grin, his slender form moved fluidly, floating even as he moved across the tall grass, charcoal tongue flickering over colorless lips momentarily. Fearlessly, Vida glowered at him from her position on the ground, with limited mobility and strength, hand still drawn back all the same, jagged nails shining dully with lackluster sheen, anticipating his next move. However, unbeknownst to Vida, it would never come.
"Go away, i'm trying to have fun!" The Gengar Morph sneered, crossing his arms, intrigued by his latest endeavor, the height-defecient boy daring to challenge him. Vida shivered, hoping the Raichu Morph knew what he was getting into. The Gengar may have only been a mediocre Soldier, but in his arsenal of abilities, packed quite a wallop. All of a sudden, as the Gengar Morph's Cheshire grin met the calculative irises of the Morph, he did a double take, flinching fearfully with a jolt as sheepishly, he lowered his eyes.
"da-da-David! S-sir!" Finally, the Morph's wishful eyes of longing and desire had been pried from Vida's heving, feverish incapacitated form, and had focused on the Raichu boy, who still hadn't changed position.
"I ask you again. What are you doing?" Anunciating every syllable for emphasis, the Raichu morph, with a glower to match Vida's dead-on surveyed the Gengar soldier. If Vida hadn't know any better, she would've presumed that the Gengar Morph had wet himself from the mere sight of David's icy eyes, a look to kill.
"David?" Vida questioned internally to herself, racking her brains to recall why that name sounded familiar. Though she could fine virtually nothing relating to the name David, at least facts-wise, a hold on a previous memory had been loosened, and as Vida silently remembered, recognition dawned over her.
A downtrodden Vida had picked her way morosely through the streets of Viridian, an unhealed notch leering hideously in her fine, ebony tail, normally livid Rub eyes overcast and pooling with despairing tears. The whole day she had sought out employment, food, any form of kindness from the unforgiving citizens of Viridian, but in turn, they had all shooed her away, thrown whatever miscellaneous items that they had had onhand at her and called her a Beggar, and in a particular zany case that Vida particularly didn't want to repeat, had attempted to hack off a bit of her luxuriant appendage in order to sale it for a pretty penny. Every limb positively aching from being beaten repetitively on it, or using them as shields to protect more vulnerable parts of her human anatomy, Vida had been on her way out of the town, previously whereas her heart had been set on forcing her way out of the Pariah class she, as well as every other Morph had been pre ordained to, and making a meager living for herself as a working class citizen. Now, her every thought was just on survival. When a voice to her had called out to her,
"Will you stand up for our race when the time comes? Will you unite with the rest of us as the Rebellion?" This had more than managed to capture Vida's interest, and captivated, she had accepted the device she now wore flashing on her wrist from a beat-up looking Raichu morph, after exchanging a silent, knowing glance. Now..
"I remember you.." She murmured quietly to herself, and then lowered her eyes, embarrassed that the leader she had come to fight for and prove herself to's first impression had been of her crawling around in the mud at his feet. Trying to retain some dignity, Vida brushed the dirt from her jacket, re-adjusting the Black shades she wore so that they rest straight across the bridge of her nose, and, in order to dispel the notions of her being just a nuisance, a Damsel in Distress annoyance to the Rebellion, force herself up, elbows wavering a moment in protest before again, she collapsed into the dirt.. The poison had taken its desired toll.
"You're much younger than me, sir." The Gengar Morph laughed, obviously meaning this last bit, this assumed title of respect as sarcasm as falsely, he saluted the shorter man.
"I'm pretty sure I can beat you." The Gengar spat, and as David vanished, pulling a disappearing act and disappating seemingly into thin air, Vida's ears drooped in obvious disappointment.
Oh Shitake. Now what? Vida thought worriedly, even in her mind trying to keep her tone assured, and cooled, but beginning to panic anyways. Nervously, she squirmed.
Somehow, this isn't anything how I envisioned losing it. In a Field, beside a Lake.. Romantic enough, I guess, but even still, i'm lying in a bed of weeds, for Chrissakes. And with a man I should be able to pummel with one fist tied behind my back. She hissed warningly, trying not to let the nervousness eminate from her crimson irises.
"Ha! I scared him away!" The Gengar Morph gloated, eyes averting expectantly down at Vida, who in turn, only shuddered in disgust, eyes seething with a loathing hatred.
"If either of your wormy paws touch ANY part of my body, I swear to Arceus, if he lets me make it out of this alive, that I will later hunt you down, and let experience the turbulence of my own form of Payback." Fondly, sadistically, Vida reminesced on the few times it had been required of her to use that attack. The attack, clearly a defensive move, really only had any power if Vida had been struck first. But as the saying goes, offense is the best efense. And if this soldier dared strike her and leave her for dead, it would be the biggest mistake of his life. Because she knew that she'd strike back twice as hard, twice as lethal. And after she had done her damage, there wouldn't be left any room for error. He would be effectively terminated.
"Now for my prize.." The Gengar snickered, lusten eyes shining as Vida gulped, eyes boggling wide with wild fear. Apparently, he had taken zero heed to her threats. And now..?
"GAH!" The Gengar moaned as a sickening crack, one resounding the entire area, identical to the impact this Morph's fist had made with Vida's jaw. Ecstatically, unsympathetically, she watched incredulously as David re-emerged, a renegade Knight in shining armor of course, for just at the right minute, he had appeared at the Gengar's side.
"Payback's a Beech.." Vida murmured, just as satisfied as if she would've dealt the deafening blow herself.
"You underestimate me. Sure, you're older, but did you ever grow up in Viridian?" David challenged, Sapphire eyes asessing the Gengar accusingly, judgingly, seemingly examining every element, every fragment of his heart and soul. Vida drew in a sharp breath, enraptured by his intense stare.
"That city is basically Pokemorph hell, and the whole reason I started this rebellion." Vida didn't make a move, only found herself nodding along with his words inside her head. Gingerly, she rubbed the notch one of the Viridian native had cut out of her tail, covered now by the thick. luscious ebony fur he had sought out, but still present as a distinct knick beneath the surface. David extended weathered palms out, and what emerged within them, miniaturized bolts of blue and yellow electricity, vibrant with light and energy, became the doom of the Gengar.
"No.." He whispered desperately, faltering backward.
"Probably not. But back to what will happen to you.. Since you have attempted to rape one, for all I know, you will do it more, and more, and more.." The Gengar shook his head, suddenly the angelic Saint Vida wished he would've been al along, for she wouldn't be flailing in misery right now if he would've just kept his hands to himself. Dispassionately, she watched the episode playing out before her from the ground. She opened her mouth to speak when Dvid had finished, yet a fresh wave of purple venom had spewed up from her throat, washing over her tongue and dripping helplessly from her jarred mouth. A primal whimper escaped her chest before she could do anything to stop it.
"But you will be losing a powerful and loyal soldier!" The Gengar Morph whined in a drone, a little boy again trying to prove himself. Vida only shook her head in disgust.
Loyal to who? She wondered. The males of the organization? If there really are as few women as they say so on the radical side, then why eliminate the ones who step up to the plate to fight? The ones who want to make a place for themselves in the new world? The ones.. Who will be the only ones to carry on the new species, after all the Sympathisers and Humans have died or been locked up of their own accord..
"What's worse? Losing one soldier, or losing fifty?" David retaliated cooly, and as he spoke this, Vida met his eye, slowly beginning to lower her constructed barriers. She had gained a newfound respect for the leader she had assumed sat back in his chair all day and watched the efforts of his soldiers on a big screen. She realized now that none of thi was true. He was a Soldier too, fighting valiantly for Pokemorphs, male and female alike, to reach their promised land as leaders of the free world. Not to mention that he apparently had just as much faith in her as he did this Gengar creep, or he wouldn't have spared her, throwing her to the dogs rather than saved her life.
Before Vida had any longer to sit and dwell on the good moral character of her leader, she was interuppted mid-chat with herself as the Gengar Morph, paying no heed to Vida's "If you lay your wormy paws on me one more time.." threat from earlier, wrenched her from her position on the ground at David's feet, propping her up as a sort of shield between he and David.
"Ha! If you attack me, you will hurt her!" He cackled maniacally, and hearing his idiotic laugh ringing repeatitively in her ears, "Ha! Ha! Hahahaha! Ahaha! Hardy Ha ha har!", Vida's eyes narrowed. Sighing irritably, she glanced bravely up at David.
"You know what? Don't worry about me! Just concentrate on taking this dirtbag out of here. I am infused with Umbreon, so really, it's tough to scratch me.." Vida was telling the truth, as normally, it did take a fairly leathal dose of special attacks like Thunderbolt to wear her down, not so much regular attacks. On a normal day, if Vida hadn't been vomiting up poison and in fact was at normal health, a bolt like that would've knocked her unconscious at most. But today, after a couple hundred wobbly steps, and some unnecessary jarring around, though she tried hard not to show it, Vida was beat. If David struck her with the intensity she knew he was capable of, she was toast.
"You don't think I can strike you alone?" David countered before expertly firing a single bolt straight through the Gengar's eye, driving straight through his brain and killing him almost instantly. Vida gaped, as the bolt had been mere inches from grazing her own Ruby iris, and was just grateful that David hadn't slipped. Breathing a sigh of relief, but still beginning to shudder from shock of the whole ordeal, Vida crawled quietly back to David's feet.
"I'm a good shot, don't forget that." He muttered, more to himself than to the dead Morph, who by now, was obviously to far gone to hear him. Nonchalantly, as if he had only killed a Spider for her or something, which, in a sense he had, David regarded Vida.
"You okay?" He asked her, extracting the hand from his side formerly sizzling with electricity, now just smoothed, and polished. Gratefully, she took it, using it to hoist herself up to her feet.
"At the very least, i'm not dead." She spoke sardonically, inspecting herself. Despite the poisoning, and the swift punch to her jaw, Vida was unharmed. Not to say that the previous two were to be taken light-heartedly. Blood still dripped continuously from pallid lips, but this, with a particularly bloodlusten relish, she swept up with her tongue indiscreetly, before David could notice. She allowed him one of her rare smiles, and after gripping his hand for several long moments, released it, hoping that now she could stand on her own.
"That dirtbag first tried to pay me, and then told me that he would kill me after.. you know, taking me." Vida explained roughly. She shivered in disgust.
"Between you and me, I would've preferred the death. But thank Arceus for you being there.. You know, you were at the right place at just the right time. Or maybe it's the other way around. Maybe I landed at the right place at just the right time, for I don't know of anyone else, Rebel or Sympathiser, who would've gone out of their way to defend a perfect stranger." Vida faltered, wincing at her choice of words, this being her own personal form of gratitude, her "Thank you" to him for preventing an almost surefire demise.
"I never thought you were going to hit me." She informed him with a mischevious grin, Ruby eyes flashing despite the suspicious gurgling sounding from her body. She had become woozy with fatigue that the double dosage of poison hadn't done anything to help, and now, as she wrapped her arms firmly around her slumped chest so as to support herself, she only hoped that she could get the Antidote before it was too late..
