Gent Trainer Andrew ♂, Johto Day 53: Right of the Damned

Odd, and internet hiccup.  I hope the rest of this got through.

Pulling myself up from the shards of glass strewn around me, I tried to blink away the blood that had nestled in my eye from the injury, but I ended up merely tying a bit of the red handkerchief she had given me across my face.  Beyond just my throbbing scalp, the bullet wound in my leg was still smarting, despite how much Lickitung spit I had used to dull the pain, which now shot into my hip and created a slow, horrid burn where the metal ball had exited.  I couldn’t put any pressure on the limb either. 

I forced myself to limp forward, and towards the seething little black body not a few yards away, I almost fell landing a sharp kick to Umbreon’s stomach.  He wretched from the blow before firing off a Dark Pulse in my direction, but I threw my weight away from the blast, barely missing its deadly sting.  Forward again, I grabbed Umbreon’s back leg, holding it close to my face. 

There couldn’t be any more PP left in his attacks, Fearow had seen to that.  My mind quickly flashed Fearow’s eyes, and how they’d looked at me the moment before the crash, wide and fearful, yet somehow trusting.  He had done well, and is sorely missed.

The cornered beast fights hardest, and my midsection met with a volley of light scratches and bites, death throws really.  I could barely feel them on my already bruised and beaten flesh.  My hand laid a sharp smack to his face, stunning him.  Umbreon flashed his pointed yellow teeth in my direction- even to the very end he was a killer through and through.  I brought him even higher.  I wanted to see the whites of his eyes, to watch them fade as the life drained from his body.  I had bloodlust, pure and simple.  It coursed through my body, driving me on like a rabid Houndour seeking its final bite.    

I was stopped though, quite in mid attack.  My hands held tight to its skull, my fingers nearly gouging those wicked eyes out.  It may have only been a trick of the light, but I swear I saw a flash of purple in those eyes, Espeon’s purple.  In some universal fit of divinity, I felt a small lump in my pocket.  Reaching in, I pulled out the Normal Stone Purple had given me.  It glowed with a dull light, one which couldn’t be seen with the naked eye –per say, but something that had to be felt with the inner mind- Master would be proud of me for finally learning this lesson. 

Holding the stone out before me, I gently placed it onto Umbreon’s forehead, right above the scar where my shuriken had grazed him.  A wonderful white light appeared, and I was so awed by it that I dropped the pokémon, which was bathed all over the diamond-like aura onto the ground.  A great whistling sound arose behind me, and turning around I saw a white ball hurtling across the sky and straight towards my location.  It floated into Umbreon, and an array of rainbow shards skittered across the surface of the now indefinite, changing mass.  Two large ears formed began to take shape, then a tail, and then the rest of it.  As the light faded I was able to see what had been done.  Before me stood a proud creature, its head held high above a white mane, its brown tail straight in attention: Double Eeveon.

I rubbed my eyes, unable to believe what had just transpired before me.  It looked just as my old Eevee had looked, but seemed slightly bigger.  Not much bigger mind you, just a little taller.  Taking out a pokéball, I commanded Double Eeveon to return, and with a beam of red light, he did. 

The sun hung low in the sky, and I shook a great feeling of weariness from my bones as I strode across the ruins of the bike shop.  My head was held high, and my spirit soared.  Lickitung must have carried me to the pokémon center, as I don’t remember coming into the place. 

I shall rest now,
Gent Trainer Andrew ♂