Fated to be (+18)

Chapter 21: Aid

All too familiar darkness surrounds David as he floats through the inky depths of the void he has visited many times before.

This was the only time he didn't have nightmares plaguing him in his sleep; after all, he knew he was resting; if there were one thing he was good at, it would be being a tenacious bastard who wouldn't die, even if he wanted to.

Eventually, light breaks through the void, and David looks up at his living room ceiling as he stirs awake.

Looking around, David finds himself lying on the ground with a pillow under his head and a heavy blanket over his body, providing warmth.

Getting up with minor difficulty, David sees that his wounds from the Machamp had formed bruises that were multicolored and tender, while the stab wounds from the Scyther had been smeared in dried mud with some other elements to help them heal.

The one who helped him had to have been a Pokemon since no one else would visit him, and no person on earth wouldn't think of first calling for medical aid rather than applying mud to the wound.

Considering that he had not been hit with a healing move, David assumed it might have been one of the three Pokemon he had brought into the forest a few days ago.

"A few days ago..." David mumbles as he realizes that, considering how long he was out this time, he probably got fired from his job at the convenience store.

Still, he could always scrounge for a job later, as he wouldn't have to worry about his house payments. For now, he wanted to rest and go into a death-like sleep.

'Wait, death?' David sits up, startled as he remembers the people whom he killed as well as the Pokemon.

"Oh please let whoever helped me be smart enough to have gotten rid of the bodies," David mutters as he struggles to his feet with his body screaming in protest against his movement.

Eventually making it to the front door, David looked out to see that other than some patches of blood scattered about the front lawn, there was no sign of the bodies in the immediate area.

'Though who was it that helped me?' David questions as he closes the door and enters the kitchen.

If there were one major thing his body would not protest against, it would be having a meal.

So David pulls out something easy and filling to make, with pasta and red sauce being the ultimate choice.

As David begins cooking, he hears the slightest creaking of the wood floor behind him as he stirs the pot.

"Well, I guess a meal is the least you deserve after helping me, so if you want something to eat, just sit down. It will be done in a minute," David says to the Pokemon, not looking behind him but focusing on cooking.

Once the plates have been made, David turns around to see that his savior was surprisingly the Zoroark that he fought before; how he figured that out, he chalked that up to a fighter's intuition as he set a plate down for the Pokemon.

"I'm honestly surprised that you helped me, but I am grateful that you did, so go ahead and help yourself," David says as he starts eating.

The Zorark raises an eyebrow at how calm David was handling this; after all, she had fought him and beat him up quite a bit before he took her down, but still, she was grateful that it seemed that he didn't hate him, so she also began to eat her food quietly.

The two of them ate in silence, not the awkward kind of silence but a more calming one, as they enjoyed the meager meal that had been prepared.

Once the two of them had eaten their fill, David cleaned up and returned to the table since he had questions about some things.