Differing Mirrors 【Pokemon】

Chapter Two: Flashback Part 2 (Winston)

Chapter Two
"Flashback Part 2 (Winston)"

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“And this is Ninetales.” A girl around her twenties flicked to a picture of a cream-colored nine-tailed Pokémon as she stood in front of a class filled with seven-year-old children. She twisted her ponytail around with a finger. “Legend says that if you touch one of its tails, you'll be cursed.”

 BRIIIIIING!!

 Everyone began to collect their things once the bell sounded. A boy with blond hair and a blue hoodie was the first to jump out of his seat and run to the door, but was shoved and pushed back by everyone else. The teacher sighed and, walking over to him, placed a hand on his shoulder.

 “Winston, if you just waited for one second, you might not be trampled by everyone else,” she told him quietly.

 Winston gave her a reproachful look. “Yeah yeah, Miss Jones. I get you.”

 Miss Jones grinned tightly. Turning away, she muttered under her breath: “Rich kids.”

 Winston shrugged, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked out of class. He was used to those kinds of comments. Winston was one of the wealthiest kids in Lumiose City, and everyone hated because of that. Winston had learned he had to be patient with poor families, or they might just decide to attack him. He had no Pokémon to defend him, though, because he was waiting to buy the best of the best Pokémon from one of his father's friends.

 Winston wandered down the shiny limestone hallway. He passed the music room, hearing faint piano music. He paused, and the piano paused, but started up again a few seconds later. Winston peeked through the door and saw a girl about his age sitting on a bench; the odd thing about her was that her hair was half red and half green with white that split the two colors in the middle. Her fingers danced on the keys as she played the haunting tune.

 “It's been two years....” she muttered. Glancing over at Winston, she grinned hollowly, her red-orange eyes glinting. “Right?”

He didn't move—he couldn't move—and just stared. When he blinked, she was gone. The music echoed in his head as he quickly left the school building. 'Creepy!' he thought with a glance behind him.

 “Why won't you answer me? I swear to play nice.....”

 Winston stopped.

 “Isn't this fun? This game of hide-and-seek.”

 He spun around, but no one was there.

 “Long, long ago, I was a girl just like you..... Father loved me.....”

 Winston backed away slowly.

 “But now I'm trapped..... Can you save me?”

 Winston turned around and ran, his eyes shut tight. 'I'm hearing things! I'm just imagining things! It's not real!' he told himself, slowing down by his house. He was panting by the time he stopped. 'Am I going crazy? No! I won't be like mom! Not at all!' Unlocking the door, Winston went into his home and shut the door tightly, locking it and double checking it was indeed locked. He leaned against the door and sighed in relief, closing his eyes.

 “I'm not the only one, you know. Save the others before they're trapped too.....”

 Winston shook his head fiercely. “Shut UP! Stop it! I'm not going to help you!” he shouted to no one in the seemingly empty home.

 It was silent for a few minutes. “Long long ago, I was a human just like you.....”

 Winston screamed and clapped his hands over his ears. He slid down to the floor, curling up in a ball.

 “But I'm not anymore.”

 He stayed in his position for a good fifteen minutes; when he was sure it was silent Winston opened his eyes. The house was quiet and dim. He heard his mother as she blundered down the stairs—he wasn't alone after all. Sighing, Winston stood up, brushed his clothes off, and intercepted his mother from going into the kitchen.

 “Hey, mom, wanna know what I did today?” he asked, looking up at her.

 His mother's dull gray eyes met his bright blue ones. “Whaay shuuld I? Bucket.” she slurred, her breath smelling strongly of alcohol. Winston stepped aside, studying his feet. His mother wandered past, bumping into him slightly.

 The cabinet squeaked opened, and Winston ran. He took the stairs two at a time, ran down the hallway to his room, and shut the door. He flung himself onto his bed, shoving his face into the pillow. 'I will not cry. I will not cry.' he told himself, but the tears had started before he had started running.

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Poor Winston. :'( Well, I guess he isn't as happy or rich as you thought he would be, huh~? :P

I like twisting the plot around. c: It makes everything much more fun.

'Till next time~!