I hate chem.! I hate it!
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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Chapter 2
Lance’s eyes were golden pinpoints of magic as they climbed up Mount Silver. Yellow wanted to yell that this was a horrible idea, but could not bring herself to do it. After all, they had nothing to lose but time, and Clair had mustered their entire dragon force to search from the air. Lance would have called up his dragon army, but he had the feeling people would get the wrong impression. Still, they were searching the Islands, and Charlotte had called from Cosmos with a negative reply.
He could feel Red’s presence, and his eyes narrowed.
If Gold had done anything…
He would suffer and pay dearly for it.
“Why are you and Red together?”
Lance frowned. “Love never had to make sense.”
“I know that!” Yellow scowled. “But I just can’t imagine it.”
“Then don’t.”
“You’re so prickly!”
“You are irritating. And I am not your friend. The only reason we are working together is because we both worry about Red. Afterwards, it will end.”
Lance’s Aerodactyl swooped back down with a positive reply.
“You found him?” Yellow gasped.
“Ptera is very trustworthy. He’s in that cave. There are many wild Tyranitar around, but I do not think it shall be a problem.”
Yellow resisted the urge to beat her head against the ground.
Stupid Dragon Master.
Gold barely had time to duck before a Hyper Beam sailed over his head. As it were, he didn’t react fast enough before that – girl? In a white blouse and black skirt, a bit muddy from climbing up the mountain, pinned his wrists through to the cavern wall behind him with a pair of freaking knives and grabbed Red.
Yellow followed. He had expected Yellow. He had not expected anyone else.
“You,” Lance hissed, as she watched him bleed out of his wrists, “Are going to die, as soon as I ca figure our the most painful way to kill you.”
Red’s eyes seemed to come into focus almost immediately, and Gold was horrified to note that he began to cry. What had gone wrong?
Hadn’t he made Red love him?
Hadn’t he succeeded?
“L-Lance…” Red briefly wondered why Lance was in a skirt, but decided to question later. “He-…”
“Shh. I know.” Lance’s eyes flared blue and Red gave a wordless sigh before Hypnosis took effect and sleep washed over him. Gold was beginning to feel quite light-headed from the loss of blood, and he coughed.
Yellow looked at him. “Um… Lance? What should we do?”
“I’ll think of something.”
“But if he keeps bleeding he’s going to die!”
“That is unfortunate, but considering what he did, I daresay he deserves it. Still, it would be too quick.”
Lance seemed to frown for a second, before he released his Aerodactyl. “Yellow, take his pokemon.”
Yellow hastily obeyed, grabbing Gold’s poke belt. Checking it, she found the expected six poke balls there. She heaved a sigh of relief.
Lance raked his eyes over Gold’s body for a minute longer, before he yanked his sai out and tucked them back into his – well, Yellow wasn’t sure where he hid them, seeing as he was wearing a blouse and skirt, but decided it might be better off not knowing, and she picked up Gold.
“Feel free to heal him, just don’t let him go.”
“All right...”
Lance pressed a hand to the cavern, and spoke a few words in that strange hissing language he had spoken to Clair earlier. There was a slight rumble, as a pair of steel doors slid open beneath three or four inches of rocks and dirt. He walked inside. Yellow followed.
Inside, things were quite nice, though aside from a spotless kitchenette, a serviceable bathroom with a large tub – Yellow wondered who had built this place – and two bedrooms, there was nothing else.
Lance carried Red into one of the rooms while Gold and Yellow just kind of stared at the place. The floors were also stainless steel, at least the floor of the kitchen, which was where they were.
Yellow felt bad, so she healed Gold, though she might have overdone it, as she nearly fainted in his arms afterwards.
Gold blinked, shifted Yellow, and cast Lance a glare. “I could get away now.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Lance said, sounding too amused for a person who had just pulled a freaking hidden room out of a bloody cave on Mount Silver that they were all ensconced in. “After all, Ptera has very sharp wings.”
The Aerodactyl fixed Gold with a beady glare. Gold shivered.
He’d never actually met Lance before, though he’d heard rumors about the Elite Four. He hadn’t met any of the Elite, actually, now that he thought about it.
He sighed.
Lance’s pleasant smile shifted into a full-fledge smirk. “And Gold… once I find out from Red exactly what you did to him, you may expect your death to come soon after. Is that clear?”
“Yellow, help!”
Yellow poured herself a glass of water, a bit unnerved at how normal this suddenly seemed. “Sorry, not until I know the truth too.”
A few moments later, Red shakily walked out of the other bedroom. He made a mad dash for the shower but tripped and fell just outside the door. Lance shot Gold a poisonous look as he hurried to Red’s side.
“Are you all right?”
“No.” Red was sobbing, fat tears trailing down his cheeks. Yellow flinched and tried to look away, but found herself riveted to the scene. Likewise, Gold was beginning to flush, a slow dawning horror of comprehension creeping up upon him.
“Shh.” Lance soothed. “Let me help you.”
“Please.” Red gasped, as blue lights began to dance on Lance’s fingertips. “Help me forget… help me…”
Something very hard and cold settled into the pit of Gold’s stomach.
Lance seemed to consider for a moment, and Yellow could have sworn his hands were shaking. “Red… you know I hate doing this… and you always break it…”
“I don’t care. It doesn’t have to last long. Just long enough…” Red gripped the front of Lance’s shirt tightly. “Please.”
Lance hesitated a moment longer, and then placed his hands on Red’s temples. “Look in my eyes.”
Red did, and Lance whispered something so faint neither Yellow nor Gold could hear. Still, he collapsed a moment later. Lance glared at the other two occupants of the room.
“I’m putting him to bed. You can leave now, Yellow.”
“No, I’ll wait to see that he’s better.”
“As you wish.”
End Chapter
Completed 7/4/06
Don’t die inspiration pretty!