Precious Doll in This Ugly World [Pokemon Fanfic, 2015 PKMNWatties]

Soothing Waves

WARNING: Contains graphic material briefly in the beginning.

She could smell the horrid burning flesh, long hear the echoing screams, and couldn’t scratch out the image of a body in flames and skin melting off until muscle and then bone started to show. His eyeballs were beginning to almost pop out, if only because the skin around it was melting back. At some parts, some of his skin was blackening and then fully becoming burnt.

Even as she lay on the ground in pain from the beating, Ash was able to easily see the whole thing being done, and even almost in slow motion.

She knew this was her chance. She could use this to run away from there, with Maximus and Pikachu. But her entire body was screeching in pain and she couldn’t get rid of the image of the man burning alive.

Fortunately, her pokémon were loyal and smart, and Maximus bent down and quickly scooped her up, with her Pikachu climbing onto Maximus’ back and keeping a tight hold around the fiery pokémon’s neck. Without another pause, Maximus started to run and get out of there.

Dazed, Ash wondered why Maximus hadn’t started to fly them away.

 ~*~*~

Siebold looked up and saw gray skies. It was probably going to rain soon, by his estimation. He would have to hurry up to his home, especially if he did not want the ingredients for his tortellini soup to go to waste in the rain.

 Just then, he saw a billow of smoke coming from an alley, and he curiously moved closer and peeked into it. There was an enormous Charizard inside, hunching over itself and its wings clearly mangled and injured. He scowled to himself, knowing that whoever had done such a thing to the poor pokémon was a disgusting creature. If it had been its owner, then Siebold would be sure to report this person…

Cautiously making his way into the alley, he made sure to kick a small piece of rock to announce his presence into the alley. Immediately, the Charizard snapped its head towards Siebold’s direction, snarling menacingly at him.

“It’s okay,” he tried to soothe it, though his hands being full of groceries was impeding his ability to show the Charizard he meant no harm. He slowly put his bags to the floor and held up his hands. “I mean you no harm.”

The Charizard was still in an aggressive stance, watching him closely.

“Let me help you,” Siebold said then. “You are hurt. I promise I only wish to help.”

It grunted and shifted, and suddenly was standing at its full impressive height, more than towering over Siebold and its head almost out of the alley. But Siebold caught sight of what it held in its arms, and he had the sinking feeling that the owner wasn’t the cause of the Charizard’s injuries, but was the poor girl in its arms.

“T-that girl –”

It roared then, holding the girl protectively closer and beginning to get ready to breathe fire.

“Wait!” Siebold hurriedly said. “I won’t hurt her, I swear! She needs help too, doesn’t she? I can help her.”

It stopped its attack and glared down at him, scrutinizing him almost. But it settled down and suddenly a Pikachu popped up over the Charizard’s shoulder.

“Pika Pika!” the electric mouse scrambled down the Charizard and rushed to him, tugging at his pants.

He hesitantly followed it to the Charizard, who stiffened upon him coming closer. But Siebold was safely by its side and managed to have a clearer view of the girl.

“Is she your owner?”

Both pokémon gave an affirmative answer, and he wondered what had happened to these three that they had ended up here and in this condition.