All of Cherrygrove City: demolished. The buildings were charred outlines of their previous locations, with perhaps a few sorry metal beams sticking from the ground like headstones all in a row. Even the pokémon center had its roof collapsed in on the rest of the building, which burst dust and drywall out like an explosion to spread across everything in the area and left the air horrible and hard to choke down. People waited under blankets like helpless newborns, their eyes all wide and glossy as they meekly passed around bits of food that they’d manage to save or slowly petted their children’s heads, coaxing them into nightmare-filled dreams.
Two people were killed, a man and a woman, and their bodies were flayed and hung crucifixion-style on the northern route. Their jaws were open, dried blood, now black, marked down their chests and their eyes were empty sockets where Murkrow had plucked out the jellied treats. Beyond even that horror, their entrails were unraveled from within their guts to wrap around the sticks beneath them, morose maypoles to celebrate this orgy of the damned.
And all this horror, this putrid awfulness, it was all carried out by the people’s own hands.
Umbreon did this, that heartless thing. Espeon and he were far too connected, more so than he could possibly have imagined, thus her death could only have hurt him. He’s going to die soon, true, but in his death throws his influence has risen to such awful heights that scenes like Cherrygrove could happen. This town can never return to the way it was.
I have just finished my trek through Violet City. Umbreon must be on the move, or he would not have left it as pristine as this. Although, buried, hidden away from the public eye, there are signs of his voyage through. A stabbing in a back alley. A Gyrados unleashed in a Woman’s bathroom. Two Heracrosses mating in the middle of the road. Some would see this as random acts of vandalism, but that’s how Cherrygrove began as well.
This is my fault too. I knew what was happening, but I did nothing to stop it. When things had escalated to the point where the killings began, stopping Umbreon would have been impossible, not if I’d wanted to save my own neck. As I did not stop him then, I will have to stop him now, and as I do not seek retribution for my actions, the least I can offer some sort of hope to the world.
He’s heading toward Goldenrod, the largest city in the area. That many people… I shudder to think what might happen.
I just saw a pink flash behind a tree, I think the spirit of Espeon must be with me. I shall need it.
The reckoning has come,
Gent Trainer Andrew ♂
P.S. Turns out it was just Lickitung going to the bathroom. I feel less supported now.
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