Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

Tʜɪʀᴛʏ﹣Sᴇᴠᴇɴ • A Sᴄʀᴀᴘ Oғ A Mᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Scrap Of A Memory

Silence swept through the air for a brief few seconds—then, the once monochrome world burst into terrifying colour once again, brief standstill in time jolting to an agonising start.

Then, Ryou rushed forward, unable to just stand there while a thick stream of crimson ran down the girl's shirt and quickly forming a moist puddle on the obsidian-tiled pathways floating in the darkness. The injured girl was as quiet as a statue for a moment, absolutely no reaction running through each cell of her small body—

—then, a straggled cough left her throat, more blood sputtering out and staining both her lips and the floor beneath her. To call her haemorrhaging violent would be an understatement; her entire frame was doubled over, hands raised to her mouth and liquid streaming through her fingers in a futile attempt to contain the dark vermillion.

Her hands soon fell to her sides, however, as if her entire body had stopped functioning—and the previous emotions burning in her hazel eyes had been snuffed out, like a switch had gone off in her very heart and drained all life from her.

The figure then collapsed to the ground, her body not even putting in an attempt to break her fall—and the silver-haired boy only managed to reach a few seconds afterwards, examining the fallen form with panic in his tense posture.

Quinn was absolutely still, the usual rise and fall that would indicate any prescence of life—weak or strong didn't matter, he was grasping at any strings he could now—it proved that he was desperate, but there was no use hiding that now.

The trainer watched as her glassy eyes—glazed over with absolutely no feeling to them—slipped close, and his optics trailed down to the gaping hole in her chest, one that dripped blood in an ugly, haphazard fashion all over her clothes.

And, sharing the same bond and heart as her trainer—Celebi's blue eyes went dull—even cloudier than those of the original—and she fell next to her trainer, unmoving.

Ruby soon joined the paralysed boy, kneeling on one knee as he crouched over the corpse—it seemed that even Giratina had a heart, standing back to let them have their space. Sapphire didn't move—partly because she too was shocked by the incident that had passed, but partly because she knew not to overwhelm the boy.

"It's no use." Her partner may not have had much knowledge about the boy, but she had briefly informed him about Ryou—and that was sufficient. He watched with sadness as the teenager shook the younger child with panic lacing his frame. "I'm sorry, Ryou. She's dead."

It was unlike the trainer to show such emotions—the tears flowing down his cheeks felt out of place—but he felt his breaths fluctuate, eyes seeming to mirror a broken tap that couldn't ever be fixed—no matter how much he wanted it to.

"Quinn..." The name rolled off his tongue, slow and deliberate—it was almost as if he wanted the sound to linger as long as possible; he wanted to preserve the word so that he could fool himself just a little bit longer. "Why did you—"

Giratina looked down at him. "It is rare to see you in such a state," he sighed. "But I have already informed you of this. All of you standing here have been given a chance, and you refused a place in my new world. I will not have mercy to those who serve as threats."

"That is enough, Brother." Arceus' words were firm. "You are merely contradicting your own words now. If you want to create a world without pain...then why are you doing this? Why are you inflicting such pain on these humans?"

Raising an eyebrow, the creature returned his even gaze. "It was necessary," he replied. "Temporarily contradicting myself is fine—as much as it wounds me, I will still achieve this goal in the end. Here, people die all the time...this is but another small death."