Chapter 1: Memories of Blood



A/N: This is BKOS, the Black Knight of Solitude, and the author of this wonderful piece. I’d just like to clear a few things up with you, the reader. First off, I don’t own Pokemon or Cryptopsy. I would also like to thank them both for there motivation in this fic. So thanks to the Creators of Pokemon and the People of Cryptopsy. I’d also like to clarify that all offensive and or abusive language is not to be taken personally or offensively. And finally, this is the first piece of writing I’m posting online, and for the pleasure of others, so review. This piece will also be written as I imagine it, scary isn’t it.



And on with the Feature presentation…



I wake remembering

Nothing the next day,

My nostrils assailed

By the stench of decay

Dreams of dismemberment,

Fantasies of torture

Mopping up affords me a

Reminiscence of death;

Gooey bits and pieces

Are all that is left



Stench of rot: uplifting smell

Someone's dead or at least unwell;

What little is left smells impure;

Who did this? I'm not sure

                       

No conscience interferes with


My memories of blood;

PSI energy remains

Where a human once stood;

I equate its suffering with

The longevity of a ghost

Who lasts the longest

Is who suffered the most





            Light filters through the intertwined lashes, piercing through a soundless sleep. I close my eyes tight, and throw myself upwards, into a sitting position, the blood rushes to my head, leaving me with an intoxicating feeling. I shake off the dizziness and the memories of last night become fully set in my mind.

            “So it wasn’t a dream…” I mumble, staring down at the blood soaked shirt. Flaky red patches adorning the bands around the wrists.

            “What was that?” I’m questioned.

            I turn to my interrogator, “It’s nothing Gary. Nothing at all”       

            “Well, it’s a new day Ashy-Boy, so brighten up.” Gary orders, “I Don’t want you making this another down cast day.”

            “Whatever you say.” I return.    I slide my shirt over my head, and stare at my wrists. Red slivers, fresh and jagged, starting from the where the veins make themselves obvious, till where they lose visibility.

            “You said there was a lake near by right?” I question my companion.

            Gary nods his head in return.

            “I think I’ll go wash up before we head out.”

            “Sounds good” Gary states absent-mindedly, styling his spiky Brown Hair.

           



            <At The Lake>

           

            ‘What’s wrong with me?’ I ask myself. I wait a few seconds for an answer, but nothing so far.

            ‘What’s wrong with me?’ I repeat, still no reply. I sigh.

            ‘So much has changed since I was a kid.’ I stare down at my reflection in the murky water. My hair’s basically the same untamable black mess it used to be, and my eyes are still they’re same almond brown color, maybe a little less life to them, but they’re still the same.

‘I should be happy with how I turned out, I mean, I’m not half bad looking.’ I throw my head under water, and massage my scalp.

“Why am I so incomplete?” I blurt out.

A small gust picks up, and a few leaves float out onto the lake. But eventually the Wind dies down, like everything else in this world. No matter how strong. Everything always dies sooner or later.

I sigh again and make my way back to camp, a towel wrapped around my waist.





“Hey Gary…?” I question, “What did the comity say this meeting was about?”

“That’s the thing Ashy-Boy…” Gary sighs, “They didn’t.”

a moment passes before I speak up, “I bet there gonna revoke my trainers license.”

“Why would they call a meeting then?” Gary asks dumbfounded and take aback.

“Because…Just maybe…They’re afraid of me…” I return.

“That’s crazy Ash, you’re a good kid, they wouldn’t revoke your license without a just reason, and you haven’t given them one yet.”

I sigh and stare down at my feet as we continue down victory road.

“I hope your right Gary.” I finish. I stare off into the sky and Gary knows that the conversation is over.