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Stop it.. The tiny Eevee muttered in a tired growl, though his words came out sounding more like, "Veee. Eeeevee."
Please! Just.. leave me alone. It's not a fair fight! The Eevee continued onward, his frail little body heaving pitifully as he peeled one Chocolate eyes open, averting it upward so that he could look his tormentors in the eyes.
"Look! It's waking up!" One trainer called out in a voice so high-pitched and girly, it made Dahlia flinch.
"Good. Now that it's awake, we can catch it!" A different trainer sneered, in a much lower and gruffer-sounding tone, this being the one Dahlia had awakened to take sight of.
"Ooh! I'm so excited! Which Pokemon should I use?! Clefairy or Jigglypuff?!" The trainer with the high-pitched voice again, and this time, now that Dahlia was more fully awake, distinguished as a female.
Keep it up with that obnoxious voice of yours, and you won't have to bring out either one of them! Gawd, I swear, you're worse than a Loudred! Dahlia exclaimed, upon huffing one last enormous sigh, before cracking his other eye open, and struggling to his feet. The struggle ended in failure the first time he thrust out his miniaturized paws upon the pavement, and rapidly attempted to pull his thin little frame up. His knees buckled from beneath him, and both trainers began to laugh as the furry litte Pokemon again just collapsed down into the pavement.
"Aw, poor little guy!" The girl crooned sweetly. She had a pair of the brightest blue eyes Dahlia had ever seen, beneath a shock of pale yellow hair. What she was wearing? Dahlia really didn't pay any notice, but knew that it most certainly wasn't enough, not for any Human. She wore a couple scraps of clothing, but only enough so to conceal those area deemed inappropriate to flash in public. The rest of her tall figure was visable in large expanses of peachy flesh. Dahlia only rolled his eyes at this girl's words, baring his teeth up at her figure in a silent snarl, before hunching his tiny little shoulders up in determination, bracing himself for the pain he knew he would have to endure in doing this, but knowing that it had to be done nevertheless. Thrusting his paws out in front of him once more, he dug them harshly into the scorching pavement, forcefully dragging his tiny body into the air before flashing the two trainers a defiant glare, both who seemed startled at his bold reaction.
"Hmph. Looks like the little guy still has some fight in him. He'll be a good addition to our team, Carly." The other trainer, the boy Dahlia had first awakened to sneered again, to the female trainer at his side, 'Carly', as Dahlia presumed. Dahlia let out a tiny chuckle, staring the boy down, taking in the image of him as he had the girl. Long, silver hair cascaded to his waist, and he was dressed hopelessly in grunge attire, giving the clear impression that he thought of himself as some sort of hardcore Rocker type or something. True to this, he wore a large Guitar case upon his back.
Heh. Think again, creep. Dahlia thought to himself.
I've decided that I don't like the looks of you. You'll never have the likes of me on your team! Like I said, this isn't a fair fight. And besides.. I already have a trainer. Can't you see that?! Dahlia, with a toss of his head, revealed the thin purple leather collar strapped around his dainty neck. On the front, it was adorned with a tiny sparkling ebony charm, fixed in the shape of a Dahlia.
Isn't it obvious?! I'm not wild! And Mira needs help! Stop trying to fight me before you faint me again and I can't go after her!
"Aww!" The female trainer, Carly, began to croon again, to which both Dahlia and the male trainer glared over at her in obvious annoyance.
"Look, Derek! I think he wants to come travelling with us! Poor little guy.. Was probably abondoned out here, all alone in this big city by his trainer or something. You just need a little love, huh?"
This said, the girl turned eagerly toward the boy, who Dahlia knew as Derek by now, hands retracting eagerly to hover together just beneath her chin.
"I know exactly what we can call him! He looks like a Pixie, doesn't he?! From now on, Pixie is your new name, okay little guy?!"
At this, Dahlia's nose wrinkled up in disgust, and as the girl bounded eagerly toward his tiny form, he began to slowly back away, determined if nothing else, to keep the distance between them.
"I was thinking more along the lines of.. Hm.. Spike. Yeah, Spike's a cool name."
Idiots. If you won't listen to me, i'll just have to show you what i've got! Dahlia exclaimed fiercely, tiny spine bending nimbly so that his tiny back arched over in anticipation of what attack the trainers, Carly and Derek, would throw next at him.
I may be near unconsciousness, and you may actually suceed in catching me, but this little Eevee isn't going down without a fight! Especially when his best friend is in danger..
"Go! Clefairy darling!" Carly exclaimed playfully, tongue protruding from her pouty little lips as gracefully, she thrust a hand forth, revealing an enlarged Pokeball within it. Tossing it out toward Dahlia with just a flick of her wrist, the ball burst open to reveal the silhouette of the tiny Fairy Pokemon.
"Clefairy!" The pastel little Pokemon exclaimed enthusiastically, petite little mouth stretching to burst forth in a wide grin, all the whole striking an adorable pose. A sweatdrop rolled alongside Dahlia's face, and as the Clefairy approached him, he leapt swiftly off the the side, his heart sinking as his breath erupted him in ragged gasps, his chests spasming just from this one little movement. Squinting his eyes shut, he willfully mustered up all the remaining energy bouncing about in his pint-sized body, and readily opened his eyes, arching again in preparation to strike. That was until his slender ears attuned to the sound of the male trainer's voice.
"Dewgong, it's your time!"
Another one?! Dahlia thought in disbelief, sweat now pouring across his frail little body as yet another Pokemon appeared, this one a humongous Seal, towering over five feet in the air. The little Eevee shuddered miserably, displaying obvious dread for how the battle would fare, but nevertheless standing his ground, still determined not to go down without a fight.
"Clefairy! Knock this little guy back to his senses! Use Doubleslap!" Carly called out, winking teasingly down at her Clefairy.
"Clef!" The Clefairy responded in a nod, leaping high into the air, before the blistering sun, a single ray shining down at an angle inbetween the pastel Pokemon's two pointed ears, casting a light shadow across the entire form of the little creature, making her appear angelic, a divine messenger descending from the Heavens. But Dahlia knew this image was deceiving, as the Clefairy's tiny wings flapped rapidly, and she took a dive for the Eevee, paw extended as wildly, he tried to dodge her oncoming attack. But with her airborne, this proved nearly impossible for the little canine-like Pokemon, and try as he might, he couldn't escape the Clefairy's wrath. Without even being able to brace himself, the Eevee was knocked not once, but twice backward, sending his delicate body pounding violently against the scorching black pavement. But Dahlia wouldn't admit defeat yet, and still reeling from the harsh impact of the Clefairy's slap, he immediately jumped up, standing bravely before the two opposing Pokemon, swearing to himself that this time he would dodge the attack. The boy, Derek, smirked triumphantly. The Eevee was weak, he realized. One last good, solid attack, and down he would go again. Then it would be only seconds before his Pokeball engulfed the Eevee's tiny form, swallowing him up, changing him to become the newst addition to Derek's team.
"Dewgong! End this! Use Aurora Beam!" Derek roared, trembling with the raw power he had accessed. It was right there, right at him fingertips.. At his command. And Dahlia realized it to. Darting a glance first to the left, and then to the right, and finally directly behind him, he realized with horror that he had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. He was out in the open. Completely vulnerable.. And the Dewgong would get him, no matter what.. The Eevee squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the oncoming attack, knowing that it would be infinitely more powerful than Clefairy's weak little Doubleslap. The Dewgong reared his head back powerfully, mouth stretching wide open to reveal two sharply pointed Canines, and deep within his great maw, a giant sphere of rainbow-colored energy was beginning to gather. Just as the Sea Lion Pokemon was about to strike, and Dahlia was preparing himself for another bout of fainting, Carly and Derek, along with both of their Pokemon, were suddenly lifted into the air by an unknown force, and to Dahlia's awe, carried several feet before being hurled out into the port. Dahlia had but a moment to catch a glimpse of the marvelous sight, before relief flooded his tiny little body, and the joy of not being captured by what had to be the two most obnoxious trainers in the world combined with his sheer exhaustion, and the incredible heat, caused Dahlia to faint anyways, collapsing again onto the steaming black pavement. He was unaware as an unusual-looking Ralts sprinted over to his side, and bent down beside him.
"Hey, Hey.. Wake up.." A strange, yet melodic voice penetrated Dahlia's subconscious mind, to which his brow furrowed.. He was obviously confused, never having been communicated with via telekinesis, but was something he realized all Psychic types had control of.
Who.. are you? He asked sleepily, and a bit guardedly, for all he knew, this was just the Pokemon of another crazed trainer out to get their paws on the rare little Evolutionary Pokemon. An Eevee, especially one as young and low-leveled as he, was quite valuable in that he could evolve into whatever was wanted. More choices than any other base form Pokemon, and in all colors of the rainbow. Yes, a trainer with the rare little Canine-like Pokemon could evolve him into a Flareon, Jolteon, Vaporeon, Umbreon, Espeon, Glaceon, or Leafeon respectively.
"It's not good to lay around in the street like this. Where's your trainer.. Oi.. oi."
At this, Dahlia immediately leapt up, finally discovering who the owner of this telekinetic voice was. A tiny little Ralts stood before him, standing only four inches above his own height, and wearing an expression that clearly expressed her concern for him. Dahlia shook out his shaggy chestnut fur, and earnestly began scanning the area.
MIRA! MIRAAAA! He cried aloud, which came back to everyone as sounding something like..
"VEEE! EEVEEEEE EVE!"
The Eevee's cries echoed about throughout the town, raising many an eyebrow as the Eevee continued in his mournful cries, receiving nothing in response but echoes of his own shouts. Dahlia bowed his head tears began to well up within his beautiful chocolate eyes, and turning to the Ralts, he laid a paw desperately across her shoulder, locking his gaze upon her own, his stare begging, pleading..
They drug her away. My best friend, Mira. She saw something weird in the streets. Two Pokemon fighting, but they weren't ordinary Pokemon. They were crazy strong. I just thought that they had been trained really hard, but then Mira began to cry. She cried like i've never seen her cry before I couldn't see it.. I couldn't see what she saw.. but I knew it was something bad.. really bad. She started to scream, and that's when two men came in uniforms came and drug her away. I tried to stop them.. I really did.
The Eevee paused in his tale as he sniffled once, thin chest sagging in what seemed to be defeat, as guiltily, he cast his mournful gaze upon the pavement at their feet. It wasn't easy for him to relate this tale, especially.. especially when he should've been the one to protect Mira. He should've been able to fend the men off away from her, and not only that, but knock out their Pokemon as well. Instead..
Instead they knocked me out. I fainted on the street, and when I woke up, those two sumbags of trainers were trying to take advantage of my weakness and capture me for themselves. Mira.. she's not here. They took her someplace far away, I can feel it..
Dahlia's body deflated as a weary little sigh escaped his lips, and he looked away from Riku.
I don't care if i'm not as strong as those Pokemon. I have to get her out. I have to bust her out somehow.. They said something about experimenting with her, expermenting with her eyes.. They said that they would see exactly what made her tick, what made her see the things that nobody else saw. But..
Dahlia's body shuddered once as his face twisted up, and before he knew it, he had broken out into uncontrollable sobs.
I love her, and if they hurt her, I don't know how i'll ever live with myself..
Dahlia sighed again then, his frail little body starting to tremble, his skin twitching in fatigued little spasms. Dropping back to sit upon his haunches, and lowering his gaze to stare dejectedly down at the street. Whilst he waited for the Ralts' response, he began to wonder about her sudden strange appearance. What was she doing here? She had salvaged him from what was to be a horrible fate in posession of someone who would've never cared for him, at least not like Mira did, but why? Ralts weren't a common sight in Orre, so her presence at all in the first place was a complete mystery.
Where.. did you come from? Dahlia asked her then, chocolate eyes growing wide in curiosity as suspiciously, he began to look her over once again.
Meanwhile..
"Welcome to Cipher Palace, Princess!" A Grunt laughed, the same one who had first taken Mira by the arm in Gateon Port, and had drug her to their Cipher vehicle, a giant Van that had been packed on the interior with tiny Steel cages housing dozens of shadow Pokemon, all with large, dilated eyes, swimming red with hatred, lunging at each other between the bars in an attempt to spill each others' blood. Mira had been thrown carelessly into a crate just slightly larger than most of these Pokemons' confines, but with steel bars, and a top and bottom all the same, and had had to endure the long, seemingly endless ride back to the Cipher's experimental lab. As the cage was so small, and had been jammed up against the cages of the Shadow Pokemon, Mira had had no place to run, no place to retreat away from the enhanced claws, and teeth, and limbs of the changed Pokemon. And though she was a Human, and not even one of those who had changed her into the horrid beasts they had become, they had mercilessly attacked her, their razor claws raking against the delicate skin on her arms, her lower legs, her bare chest, and various bite wounds now dripped blood down her fair cheeks. Without any sort of check-up or treatment, she had been yanked from the cage and taken immediately to a holding pen, which was nothing but a plain, giant cell.. Like you would see in most prisons. Only in this cell, Mira had not the convenience of a sink or a small cot. Only a lone toilet stood in the middle of her cell, and this toilet, being the one furnishing she had been given, looked cold, and dirty, as if it had never been cleaned. A child racked across the girl's petite body, as she thought of inevitably having to use it.
"Hope your accomodations suit you well, princess Shadow's Eye! I will be returning bright and early in the morning to escort you to experimentation, and if you behave, we'll feed you shortly after. Comprende?"
The Grunt waited for Mira to respond, but when she simply just tossed her aquamarine mane in his face, turning her tiny form quickly away from his, tears drizzling down her round little cheeks, he appeared unfazed, just laughing heartily, before viciously hurling her into the cell, slamming her violently against the back Steel wall of the room, slamming the barred door behind her and locking it tightly with a key which he slide deep into his side pocket. With a toothless grin, he stood for several moments, waiting to see what this girl's reaction would be. His grin faded when the girl just slid down the wall after colliding with it, making no movement whatsoever to catch herself as her petite little body slammed mercilessly against the cold, hard floor. When she just lie there, bloody face burrowing against the ground, limp body failing to move even in the slightest to give hope that she was alive, he just sneered in disgust, kicking the front of her cell before storming off. It was only after the Grunt had left her, and Mira knew that she was completely alone, that she picked herself up, straightening out her sundress, and doing her best to smooth her mussed hair back away from her eyes. She pulled the arm that had been twisted back by the Grunt up beneath her face for closer inspection, and upon seeing that nothing was visably amuck, she relaxed a little, using that hand to slowly wipe away the blood gushing down her other arm infracted by those beastly Pokemon. Finding nowhere to wipe it in the cell, she just smeared it across the back of her white dress, not wanting to have to stare at the sickening red fluid any longer.
What had that Grunt said? .. Experimentation tomorrow.. If you behave, you'll get food.
Hmph. Yeah. Mira thought, letting loose a tiny laugh. Like i'll do what those freaks ask me for a couple of bones, and maybe some bread crumbs if i'm lucky. If they want my eyes, they'll have to rip them right out of my sockets!
At this thought, a chill racked throughout Mira's body, and the smile the laugh had twisted her lips into vanished, a worried little frown appearing in its place. She knew, that after what Cipher had done to her already, they wouldn't hesitate to do anything to her now..
