No Fires Will Burn (Garchomp x Flygon)

Chapter 8: A Friend Who Cares

"Huh?... Where am I?" Polo speculated gazing up at a Garchomp and a flygon, he wide eyed as he glanced at them briefly, they stood their ominously, a bad glow like the sun through dark green tainted glass, they eyed opposite each other, separated by a wall shaking vulnerably until- no, Polo couldn't watch, they started tearing off their own heads, screaming in pain and insanity, blood dribbled to the infinite dark floor.

"Charlie!? Stacy!? Stop!!! Please!!! Gaugh! Ahhh!" Polo shrieked, he swore the wall tried to light itself on fire, he ran his paws over it, hitting his head on it, he couldn't, he looked back to a slightly dented floor as his consciousness kicked in, forcing him to wake up with a sudden petrified scream, rolling over yet still unable to move, he fell motionless, silent...

3:48 PM, Sunday

A blue aurora painted over a sky with a freezing mattress of mist, the sun sliced through it with its faint yellow golden glow over the city, breaking through the window sills with deep contrast to the chilling air which raised the eyes of the people, gleaming from the quiet neighboring forest which the Pokemon sector kept still, hours on, a traumatized flaming tail wavered back and worth, breaking the coldness around the area, Polo shook as his paws dragged him up.

"This place nice, how they create an e-environment like this here though?..." The charizard speculated, feeling the artificial ivory walls with his paw, gleaming out of the terrain to the neatly cut metal door to his enclosure, he thought back, clawing at his aching muscles as he ended up passing out from his intense work out yesterday, the small waterfall over by the side was a constant piece and quiet, until the metal door swung open, Polo just realized what was off set.

'3:50!? I gotta go!' Polo went wide eyed as the freezing elixir of the air coated his eyes, reflecting the numbers on the digital clock in his lenses, two SWAT soldiers ready to greet him instead stumbled back as Polo darted out the cage, only just able to react, Polo's wings curved like knives and dashed through the unsettling freezing air, diving down to the Pokemon district.

'I can't let Charlie down like this, I can't let what happened to stab him as well!-... Ahhhgh! Its so cold!...' The charizard cried in thought as he divided towards the ground, grating his claws against it, the sand felt more like a slush puppy then actual sand, making Polo yelp slightly as he tried not to think about it.

He struggled as he attempted to mobilize away from the painfully glacial grip, it hurt not only to him, but it made his thoughts a lot worse, he thought direly about what Charlie could or had been doing and how bad it could get, he then crashed to his knees, his breath countering the freezing air as he looked gracefully at the small district city

"Ah, thank Moltres... just stay warm book a table I guess." Polo coughed miserably, watching his flaming breath burn the small, and not so abundant crystals of ice in the air, at least he could warm himself up, as lingering to the cafe he could already feel the warmth of the coffee's and lattes ahead.

Polo peered up at the Bayleaf cafe sign and swung the wooden doors open to the cozy house hold, greeted with many who chat and socialized inside, the steam from the hot drinks and aroma carpet bombed the air as Polo casually strolled towards the front, where a braixen, looking timidly bored resided, so bored it took her at least half a minute to notice Polo.

"Oh... sorry, hi welcome to the Bayleaf cafe, how may I help you?" The braixen sighed, trying and succeeding greatly in not sounding monotonous despite how bored she actually looked, Polo knew her being a fire type must mean the cold weather was unsettling her, so he quickly went ahead only scanning the menu for twenty seconds, she casually waited while swiping at her phone.

Polo hinted at her as he made his decision for two cappuccinos and booked a table for him and Charlie, he moved over to the one he was pointed to at as he thanked the braixen, and lingered over to the window view table, Polo patiently waited, the mist falling off the window as he peered through it, hoping to see Charlie, the time read 4:44 PM, remembering that it took him forever to move through the freezing climate.