Pokemorph: Crisis

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"Not a problem" I replied quietly, plopping onto the grass myself,, sitting back comfortably. Looking up at the moon a swirl of thoughts entered my mind, most of the past although I thought that with these two, I might be willing to trust again. Shaking myself out of my reverie, I forcibly reminded myself of what happened the last time I stopped paying attention like that. I returned to full attention and started a few basic stretches to keep an edge on my mind.
 
Tawny slept restlessly, as she always did. The Nightmare came again, the one she always had.

She was running through a forest, the sounds of feet were rapidly closing in on her. She was on the run, had been for endless moths. She looked around aimlessly, hoping for a place to stop, a place to escape.

She tripped, merciless laughter surrounded her. A looming face with a scar running down from his eye to his throat appeared before her. The figure was holding a knife. A swishing noise was heard, she screamed.

Tawny tossed and turned, sweating and actually screaming in her sleep.
 
I didn't sleep well, as the grass agitated my burns. Suddenly I heard a scream, and I sat bolt upright. "What's wrong?!" I asked Tawny in alarm.
 
Tawny's eyes were still closed tight. She writhed in her sleep, oblivious to the fact that she was dreaming.
 
Her eyes snapped open, and she saw Seth above her. She sobbed quietly.

"Oh, Seth! Thank god it was a dream!" she whispered, slumping into him.
 
I wandered through my base, spending my mind on pokemon discoloration projects. i had to stay for the night, there were rumors aobut Team Magma and Aqua planning an assult on the base. I had to be ready. I didn't see Shadow anywhere, which was a pity. but it didn't matter that much.
 
"No, no it wasn't just a dream. It's a vision..." Tawny muttered, shivering violently. "I've seen it many times. He's after me..."
 
"Indeed, which he" I asked harshly. I didn't really mean to, it's just who I was. I added in an attempt to be kinder "As am I Tawny, as am I."
 
Tawny shuddered. "I do not know his name, only his face. To me, his name is Scar, for he has the scar I gave him many years ago marking his face. He and his band of followers have been after me since I killed thier previous leader and attempted to kill his son, Scar. I've been running for a little over a year..."

She trailed off, suprised that she had indulged that information. She began to shiver again.
 
"Do you know what this previous leader looked like" I asked again. If I was right, then I might well have seen Tawny beforehand. But I'd befriended her and now I sincerely hoped it was not so.
 
"I do not remember," Tawny admited. "It was long ago, I was only a small child blinded by the rage of losing my family. When I found out he was their murderer, it was my life to hunt him down. I did, and all I remember was a tall figure in the shadows, his high pitched scream as my knife bit into his flesh, the sounds of his dying gasps..."

Tawny shook again, involentarilly rocking back and forth, going into a slightly catonic state as she remembered killing the man.
 
I realized I'd brought up bad memories and tried to make my voice gentler as I said "Listen, I know this must be painful, but is there anything else? A name? Eye color? Anything like that?"
 
"Black," Tawny whispered, slowly coming back to her senses. "His eyes were black as coal..."

She shuddered again, wishing to forget, forget his warm blood on her hands, the look in those horrible eyes as she withdrew the knife.
 
Tawny did as she was told, not knowing what the point was. She watched the flame dance and flicker, becoming slightly memorized with its motions.
 
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