Chapter Text
It was supposed to be a another dull day here at the regular Pokemon daycare for her.
The sun peaking over the window sparkling through the hallways occasionally scraping her space and reaching for her frozen fur, the headache nowhere in sight, the-
“BLEH,YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!”
“STAHP ,GET BACK HERE YOU NINCOMPOOP!”
“HAHAHAHA”
…kits and cubs being loud outside in the background playing amongst each other with games they most likely came up with and most unfortunately of all-
*Squeak Squeak*
…that yellow sparking cub who’s always around the hallways with those damned squeaky toys!
So irritating, if only I could still find sleep through all of this.
It is, regretfully, the closest thing resembling her ideal day here at her stay at the Pokemon daycare (considering she has no say in the matter, even as the obvious Alpha amongst the Daycare).
She isn’t wanted like her father, and thus she is just one of the dozens of mouths that humans have to feed so her wants weren’t as high of a priority as one of the oldest here in the facility. She understood why that was the case and it is the reason she never asked for anything to the caretakers in consideration for the children…
however understanding this didn’t make her feel any better.
Being of a highly sought after race between humans also didn’t fill her with any hopes or warmth, after all she been here at the daycare ever since she was born. Even when chosen for adoption, her cost is too high and most of those who even looked at her weren’t able to match said price.
Sometimes she wonders how many times will she have to wake up in this daycare until she never wakes up at all only to find no answers at all.
Would anyone even care?
No, she doesn’t think so.
Who would lose sleep over her, she was always upset when approached, never really did anything other then sleep and a frown was always pestered on her.
It’s truly no wonder I’m unwanted. Someone as cold as me couldn’t make another any warmer with her frozen heart.
However, today seemed to be a weird day, so weird in fact, that in a rare showcase of mercy directly from Arceus himself, the noise quites down and were exchanged by the steps of all the young ones closing in to enter the daycare.
How odd, it’s not even close to lunch and even then they would rarely quiet down.
Then all the kits and cubs step inside passing her, murmuring to each other through the hallway and heading towards the entrance of the facility with the zeal of a young Growlith.
I take a peak at them passing by.
What even is the occasion?
“Maybe if nyou went outside more often nyou’d be more informed don’t nyou think~” A drawn out and yet irritating voice makes its presence known after somehow successfully reading my mind.
The headache, looking down at my sleeping form, with her signature bow tied around her neck she ‘found’ from one of the workers of the daycare.
I respectful reply while stretching my sore front legs and then my back legs “…Hngh… if I wanted a headache I’d just go find you” I shake my remaining sleep off the rest of my body “I thought you were dark type only, since when where you psychic”
She pouts in indignation yet continues “The youngsters spotted a couple heading here with a rather pitiful~sense of fashion. All of them collectively decided to watch them up close, I myself just wanted to go to truly admire the disaster that is their clothing up close~”
“That bad huh, must be ridiculous if even the youngest cut their play time short.”
“You tell me~. They’re sense of style prioritized on wearing red. Red blazers, red pants, red sunglasses and the most truly sad haircuts I’ve ever witnessed.” She smirks and I can tell I’m not going to like whatever she about to add if her twitching is smirk is anything to go by ”If they weren’t human I would assume they were related to that Chimchar fellow from months ago”
I shiver at the reminder of that name
“Don’t mention that name ever again”
That rambunctious savage was left in the daycare for a while due to his trainer not being capable of multitasking being a trainer and taking care of that child so young. It was so loud and rough with others that I eventually had to step in so that the monkey would know his place, otherwise I would never picked a fight with that monkey boy.
He seemed to take the wrong lesson and instead the simpleton kept asking for more “spars” with a dumb smile while urging me through my sleep, to the point where I was out of options other than to relent. Little did he know she still remembers enough of her experiences from her younger years with father (she barely remember either anymore) that the monkey boy stood no chance until it finally learned it’s place.
“Oh? But I thought you two were such good friends~.” She invites herself near my face.
”Stop, please…” I beg trying to blocking sound of the headache hitting the sore spots in my memory “…just remembering him hurts me more than any ember he could ever spew”.
She seems to enjoy my misery and laughs at it. “Alright alright, that seems to have awaken you enough. Want to accompany me now sleepyhead?”
Though irritating to admit, my head is all cleared from sleep too the point that trying to find rest is basically impossible now. I suppose I also have nothing better to do right now so…
”…fine…” I bit out bitterly and started heading out of my area.
”Fufu~,good, that’s what I wanted to hear” she laughs triumphantly and follows close behind me.
While heading towards the entrance of the Pokemon daycare, the headache seemed to be feeling more conversational today considering how she’s sticking to her walking all the way through the hallways instead of going ahead without her for once.
“Oh come on~, it’s not like little sparky plays just to make you grumpier~”
I definitely do not pout at that comment “Hmph, I’ll have you know I’m not always grumpy, just tired.”
”Hmm sure, whatever helps you sleep at night better sugar.”
Arriving at the entrance of the building, two humans, both male and female, were in the middle of a conversation with the receptionist of the daycare, while a bunch of the younger Pokemon were listening on the side as if they could comprehend the conversation between the humans.
The receptionist was showing them a list of all the available pool of residents at the daycare free for adoption for the couple of human weirdo’s to adopt before showing the Pokemon in person. The only difference she could find between the two being male’s hair having one wisps of an ember while the female carried two.
She said they were wearing mostly red, instead of squinting my eyes off I’ll take her word on it and not stress over it… but yes, they’re clothing is sorry to the point even I can tell, not that I would ever admit it to her face though.
While trying to blend in with the bunch of the younger ones in front them, the male still spots and his eyes settle her and sharpen in interest and eventually her associate as well.
Ugh…here we go again…
“And in regards to these two?” the man in weird shades asks.
”Well as you may know, this one’s race” the caretaker points at me “has a great interest in the breeding market, both domestically and in regards to her battle potential. She’s also one of our oldest members here in the daycare. She’s is the type who really prefers the quiet and keeping to herself but being the oldest member comes with the perk of being capable to keep the younger ones in check and follow her orders. However when it comes handling the youngest ones here she is very gentle. Our team sometimes even asks for her help sometimes in rounding up all residents for meals and such, such a smart cookie she is.” The caretaker huffs in pride, but deflates soon after due to finally bursting the bubble “Although her race, even here in our daycare, is incredibly…pricy.”
The only indication that he heard the receptionist is his slight nod, but his eyes, even through his shades, never leave her.
Yeah~…no thanks, I’ll wait more before I ever leave with you two.
“Her friend Purloin here” the caretaker smoothly slid in “is incredibly swift and sneaky. Sometimes we catch the little thief stealing from our food stashes, she’s very extroverted and loves taking care of her own appearance.Other than I’m sure she’ll be a good partner for either of you.”
“We’ll take her and her friend”
“Sir…we’re grateful for adopting the Purloin… but both at the same time might-”
“The price won’t be an issue”
Hmm, seems he’s terribly confident.
The caretaker smile gets larger and more blinding “Oh I see, well then would that be…-”
“May we see all of the available Pokemon in the daycare? We would like to adopt all the available ones for our families and associates, your daycare will be handsomely payed back in full of coarse” The female human seeds in their offer.
The greedy caretakers continues not noticing anything wrong with the offer “Well we’re grateful for all of you offering for adopting, however if you could bring your friends and family can to take a look at them we would much appreciated as taking them in bulk would make a large dent at just one wallet.”
Both silently look at each other as if they were sharing a conversation with just looks.
”A reasonable demand” The female human finally concludes “I will call our associates to come for pick up right now” She proceed to head outside.
The caretaker offers up a little faster then when he started “Now, is there characteristics you may be looking for in specific? Is it type, age, attitude or something else?”
The male human answers quick to add the requisites to the caretaker “We’re preferably looking for canine Pokemon who’re easier to raise and handle, however we don’t minds their type or race if it can listen to reason.”
Like a obedient puppy he responds “Narrowing down the list we’ve got houndour, fire types and canine to boot, both are really young and playful amongst their peers but they are still respectful to our staff. Next there is a female poochyena, dark and canine whose also young but slightly mischievous amongst her friend group and staff. There is also a scraggy, dark and fighting, he’s prickly and likes to battle-“
“We’ll take them as well.” The female human finally arrives “My associates wonder wether there’s any other fire types you have here?”
“Fire types…” he glances the list again “We have a few like pansear, magby, litleo and slugma.” The caretaker playfully grins “But you don’t need me to explain as I’m sure you both know about a thing or two regarding fire types.”
The attempt at lightening the mood fails spectacularly it seems. Almost makes me feel bad for the greedy caretaker…almost
”What about their potential in combat?”
Silences stretches throughout the entire room that youngsters stop whispering amongst each other as the conversation starts getting colder.
If it’s due to his change in his conversation direction or his stumble in his joke the caretaker doesn’t let it show in his face and promptly switches back to an expression more suited for negotiations.
“Oh…so you’re all trainers then.” his smile seems to twitch slightly slightly.
The creeps face doesn’t waver in his confirmation… “More or less.”
Ah, and there it is… he truly is a shameless creep I don’t want to be associated to.
”May you tell us more about the Eevee” he leans forward and points my way “she seems old and capable enough for battle”
A sense of unease that traveled through the tip of ears all the way to my tail.
This negotiation has flown to a different angle then it should’ve. Adopting in bulk was already suspicious enough but this just confirm it.
They’re looking at us as if we were objects to mold exclusively for combat, they truly were trainers and of the worst kind. He even said ‘old enough’ he might just send me to fight even if i wasn’t.
I am most certainly not going anywhere with these people. I don’t even care if he has the budget I refuse their offer-
“Well… I suppose she is… old enough for battle-“
THAT TRAITOR, he just wants to get a good look toward his betters because he’s the new guy working at the daycare . If only the vetaran girl was here we wouldn’t have stooped this low, disgusting. Absolute greedy grumpig!!!
This is why I can hardly stand you humans. All of you are so absolutely disgusting, mime’s in disguise and their greedy cold hands and hearts!!!
One of the only reasons she was still here in this daycare is because no one ever came to genuinely take care of her, it was either to have her as a lap pet just for bragging or party member for a trainer. If these were the only options for her future, she’d rather just die alone, it’s obvious humans simply are too gross to care for her.
She discretely glances at the purloin at her side to not catch the couple’s attention and gauge her reaction.
But the purloin glances back at her…and shakes her head with a shrug?
What? Why? They’re obviously after us for their own selfish gain! We can just lea-
Oh.
…I see…so she has found her one between the two.
I hope she doesn’t expect me to follow her though…considering I don’t share the sentiment. If this is the way she wants to live your life I have no right to tell her otherwise.
However…
This isn’t how I want to live mine. I’m not leaving with any of them as my guardians… I refuse to. If I do, I may as well give up any possibility of a future that has a shred of resemblance to happiness and would just be relegated to their weapon instead of a living being with thoughts and dreams. Even if it means leaving all that I currently have I’ll take the risk, even if I have to go through this alone…because even if it’s incredibly selfish to everyone else…
I truly want be happy, even if it’s just for one. last. time.
By the way my glare darkens she seems to catch my thoughts and intentions, seeing as her shoulders slump slightly.
However, something in seemingly unexpected turn of events from her, she just smiles and steps forward towards the couple, giving them her own ribbon with no visible reluctance on her and appearing all cute towards the humans.
The female humans eye lock with Purloin.
“I’ll be taking the purloin personally” The female fiercely states
Her companion looks at her for a second and smiles? “Alright.”
Before exiting through the hallway, I glances at her and she seems to wave me off with a melancholic smile.
…for what is worth…
I’m grateful for everything…thank you.
My only regret is not telling you that.
Unfortunately what both don’t know is that they will never express their gratitude towards each other in the best of circumstances.
This is by all means they’re final time bidding each other farewell… in good faith.
While sneaking through the hallway begins to formulate a plan of action. For her to have a chance to leave she needs to find the one thing that belongs to her and her only, her own pokeball.
If her escape was found out and they chase after her, all it would take is grabbing her ball and locking her inside it. Which is why for securing her escape she couldn’t leave without the at the very least securing it. Fortunately, she knows where hers is located, ‘the room’.
‘The room’ (as the youngsters call it) is where the pokeballs of all the residents are located including her very own. To get adopted first you and the trainer meet face to face, if both find each other acceptable you are both partners for the foreseeable future and your own pokeball is handed to the guardian or trainer for future safe keeping.
But when walking up to open the room…
Tch.
It’s locked, probably for making sure the kids don’t break in, but still very inconvenient for me.
Maybe I could open it by kicking the door open, but it would draw unwanted attention towards me.
She listens if there is anyone approaching within the hallway…
Nope.
Then she looks back behind where she can and where her shadow is-
A hulking mass of shadows is what she spots
Her shadow was supposed to be minute and non threatening, a reflection of matching her own worthless self.
But this wasn’t her shadow.
This…thing was something much larger than her. A singular and seemingly random shadow was larger and deeper then her entire existence could ever hope to match.
But before she could further add to her thoughts, it began to expand.
And expand
And expand
And expand
And expand
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*Click*
!!!
The door…is unlocked?
The door is unlocked?!
What just happened?!?! That thing did it-
WHERE DID IT GO?!?!
That doesn’t make sense! The caretakers would never leave the room without locking the door, lest they risk a cub eating a month’s of rations!
So. Why. Did. It. Just. OPEN?!
Is this one of the younger ones prank? Am I just being played? Are the couples aware and just testing me?! Is it an outsider? third party? Ghost? Hunter? Human? That,Huh? What?!?!-
No…no no no, deep breaths. Keep it together I can’t afford to go around in circles in like this , I’ll see this as Arceus’s blessing and settle with that. I have to leave. Now.
…
When entering a little more rattled than I would prefer, the smell of dust and food hits me and calms me only slightly. ‘The room’ isn’t as majestic as youngest believe it to be. It was simply the room where they held all of the pokeballs and supplies in. The supplies inside the dusted boxes consisting in toys for the young and cans of “delicious” foods.
But she didn’t come here for any of that. Her real objective is the desk in the corner.
She hops into the desk and the sets her sights on the top first drawer. That’s one of the few drawers where they keep all the pokeballs of each of the daycare’s residents stashed. They only take them out whenever someone was going to get adopted to give it to the human who wants to adopt, otherwise all residents never really get to see their own ball, if at all until adoption when they finally leave the daycare, but currently she skipping all rules and getting out of here before becoming someone’s attack mutt.
The drawer opens and all the pokeballs inside are lined into 3 rows were each ball has a number below it for the humans to track the Pokemon faster.
But she doesn’t need to know what number is hers since she know where her ball is by heart.
1st row, last one in the in the back.
Her own ball wasn’t really indistinguishable from the all the others residents and it was really far away from reach compared to others, but it was hers…and that’s all she really needed.
Now for her getaway.
Within the few glimpses she’s had from entering ‘the room’ , there’s a window in the far right corner of the room, it will serve as a good escape route instead of the obvious route from the backyard, where her escape is was extremely visible even from the entrance.
So far so good. Here’s hoping that no one follows me…
The followed me.
A pack of houndour and poochyena followed her inside the forest, likely following her scent and tracking her down here. She had to admit…
they were relentless.
The hondour from behind were launching embers all around trying to catch her slipping, while the poochyena tried to bite into her.
However I was just fast enough to detect each incoming ember from behind and mimic their move back at them and kicking away the poochyena that tried getting close.
It was obvious that in terms of experience I was much better then all of them individually, even though they were miles better than the ones at the daycare. However their numbers and coordination made up for that gap.
For each ember dodged a poochyena would tackle or bite me, if I broke out with a kick or an ember, an opponent’s ember would strike at my flank.
Beating the one by one would be possible, but all 5 at the same time is beyond me.
So weak, and I thought was capable of handling myself.
By the way they were formed and attacked in order, it was obvious to ascertain they were all train individually and as a group. Had their trainers been fast enough to guide the hounds, her defeat would’ve been the only outcome.
Yet, they weren’t here, which means she still had a chance at winning and getting away. Even with my eyes all puffy and breathing becoming more labored, I could still win.
The next batch of embers came at her, but already detecting it she was moving before the ember could behind a tree.
When the hunters round the tree to surround her she was already gone, she’d climbed up the tree and and aimed at houndour with her best move, swift.
From four,
more,
to ten,
more,
up to twenty,
even more,
reaching all the way to forty five.
good enough.
All were lunched and divided equally for the houndour to stuff their face in, with a satisfying sound of her attack laying havoc and their pain ringing all around the forest blocking the sound of her descent toward the remaining hunters with a kick prepared for both mutts.
As the kick is about to connect she can’t hep but grin at the shocked expression that colored the faces of the poochyenas.
I win-
!!!
At the last second I twist myself to the side while a beam of black heads towards me , missing me by a few inches and all the trees on the beams line of sight explode, causing all natives to panic and flee and gust of dust and hate to swallow my vision and taint the air all around.
But through the cloud I catch the gaze of my hunter’s figure and can recognize through a previous memory.
A liepard, the evolution of the headache purloin. While telling the headache her future form, the caretaker said that it was a quadrupled walker and it was very silent preferring to attack from behind its opponents.
Even through the dust covering most of my line of sight I could tell this battle was now unwinnable and escape was now…unlikely.
My stomach felt as if it had fallen at that realization.
No.No.No.
It can’t end like this, I refuse.
Not when I finally decide to make change for myself…
IT SIMPLY CANNOT END LIKE THIS!!!
Until an idea suddenly struck me like thunder. The monkey used this move in his beatdown, until I understood and made it an obsolete tactic, however right now, it’s my only option.
With the dust settled I start peering for the target once more. Master finally released me once more and ordered me to find a brown vixen ,who was most likely joining the ranks, warning me how she was about the size of the rookies and extremely valuable to their cause. It felt like an insult to my pride, however it seemed to be important so this would be another order i couldn’t refuse. Thankfully other comrades capable of tracking jobs were sent to assist making it my job to assist them. However instead of doing both at the same time I would order them to find her themselves in my stead. It was a way for me to laze around and let them have actual practice, two pidgey’s with one stone…
Or at least it would’ve had it not been for the brat to being actually capable compared to the juniors. My juniors truly were pathetic, but I never thought they were this pathetic. Next thing I know the runt is throwing those stars all around the field once more.
20 turned to 30
which turned to 40
and before he could finish her off more than 60 golden stars graced the field and showered all the ground like meteors around every single one of his juniors.
But the ones that managed hit him while not particularly damaging…
Damn you, Brat. What have the humans been feeding you to still keep kicking for this long!?
…were just incredibly annoying.
This is starting to get under my nerves.
As the noise faints the forest was densely filled in dust and barely visible all around him. He couldn’t hear the brat, couldn’t smell or hear her nearby either.
As if this day couldn’t get worse, she managed to somehow escape the underlings and him of all Pokemon
The rookies finally started to catch their bearings after the annoying brats tantrum. But due to its defiance, his own juniors began to whine like babies.
“Owwww”
“…My fur is all messed up…”
“IM NOT DONE YET, GET READY FREAK ‘CAUSE HERE I COME!”
“…Big sister~…I’m hungry and tired~…”
“I know, but if we do a good job the’ll give us food i promise”
While shutting their noises eye manage to catch the scent of that brat and it takes him towards a burrow on the ground.
Have to admit, the brat is smart. Ravaged the field to hide her trail. Sadly for her, it wouldn’t change a thing on how this would all end.
I look in displeasure “Find her”
With stiff ‘yes boss’ they all silence themselves and finally disperse back to tracking. So this is the one his master deemed most impressive of the bunch of children. He starting to get the why, all the more reason as to not fail, the boss punished those who fail on him by telling ratting them out to the bigger boss.
His job was now to finish the hunt or face the consequences in failure.
This should be far enough
I get out the the newly made hole and keep quiet to inspect my new surroundings.
Ok, so far so good-
“THERE SHE IS!!!” Someone barks
Again already?!
The Poochyena try switching their game plan and shoot Shadow balls to close the distance alongside the Houndour who kept up their same momentum from a distance. Her only option was to keep dodging all of their attacks with her speed and Detections sneaked in. But before she could capitalize at their relentless aggression faltering to start retreating a Houndour cut her path of escape with an Ember.
Already used to the fireballs she doges without even Detecting first and tried running at a different direction, until she was interrupted by a Poochyena who also prevented her from retreating. By the time she turned and squatted to run again she realized what was happening…
They surrounded me.
With the five mutts trapping her in a formation their training becomes all the more noticeable to the exhausted Eevee. The Poochyena shot the Shadow balls while moving closer from the front and back while the three Houndour kept up the pressure while moving in a wide circle. Simple, yet effective against the rebellious Eeveelution Pokemon. That’s without adding the-
wait…the Liepard!
From the corner of my eye was a shadow, barely visible through my blurring vision coming from-
Behind!!!
The Liepard swings his tail vertically from behind my back but I managed to block with my own, mimicking his swing with my own from the ground at the last second.
Our tails bathed in silver and strong like steel clash into a stalemate, but the struggle is short lived as the difference in power between us both makes itself apparent and sends me skirting backwards, granting me distance but maintaining me still locked in their formation.
“Good reflexes, it also seems you’ve tried copying me. What did ya think? Strong right.” The Liepard looks down at me in with slight approval and arrogance.
The move I just mimicked from him was stronger then most if not all my own repertoire , yet it barely did a difference. He’s toying with me and what’s worse…I don’t think I can fight back against it,I’m to weak. Maybe if I buy more time, catch my breath…“What do you even want from me?”
“Meh, we’re just following orders.” The Liepard answers in indifference clear in his tone.
My eyes sting, my breaths are becoming increasingly heavier clouding my judgment and my body is growing numb by the second. Using this time will help catch my breath but perhaps they can be reasoned with “I am far to weak to be of any use for a human” I try sounding confident while keeping the panic inside.
Everyone amongst the forest keep quiet as the leader Liepard seems to think of some kind of retort. “Maybe so…but that won’t be for long.” he stepped closer.
“Why not just let me go?” I try pleading with some desperation leaking out “If we just go at our separate ways-“
“Nah, It doesn’t work like that.” he cuts her halfway lazily shrugging “In this situation it’s simply either you or me, you have hold no hatred towards you whatsoever, but if I return empty handed I will have to pay a price. You, however, are nothing to me whatsoever. Thus making my answer quite clear, nothing personal, brat.” He inches closer towards me and the others follow along closing their formation around me.
“If there is someone to blame, it should be yourself for not being strong enough to change your own fate” The formation closed in boxing me further inside.
Ah…right, they’re all just following orders from their trainers, pleading is just wasting my own breath.
There is truly nothing I can do to escape this, isn’t it. Sometimes just being strong enough to be capable in bending your own fate to do your biding. Wether it being Hunter an or the hunted, a human king or the human peasants it works all the same, both Pokemon and human. Strength is the difference between the victor and the defeated, and truly is something I quite lack.
But even still!!!-
“Screw you.”
The power of the strong like Liepard to crush and conquer, the will of the weak to struggle and survive, maybe me truly lacking in both qualities is worse in then admitting your own weakness. The truth is I’ve never had to fight against anyone outside of my own circle to survive , I claimed to be strong within a simple daycare, where young cub are raised and adopted, not trained for the harshest conditions of the wildlife. The truth that I have never understood what true strength is in my entire existence, I have only happen to be the strongest inside my own bubble due age.
But this isn’t my own bubble anymore, this is the real world. Were the truth is laid bare for the world to test if you have the right of standing your ground by conquering in pursuit of a dream or lowering yourself to just survive. Strength, Smarts, Courage, Endurance and Experience, all put into a scale to determine if you live for even one day longer. The strongest carrying all of these in spades wether by birth or obtained through struggle is irrelevant for the result is always the same.
With this in mind, the world has now forced my eyes opened to take a peek at what waits… and at the Pokemon I truly am.
I am weak…
Stars in golden hue’s form and illuminate the forest, hovering above their Queen as if awaiting for her orders.
and I have never been amongst the strong.
Stars swerving at disgusting angles from which escape is frankly improbable fall fast and hit hard to all of those unfortunate enough to be around as witnesses.
But even when I’m so pathetically weak…
It didn’t matter where they had to crash, the stars just did. Face, ears, stomach, eyes, paws, tail, neck, snouts, legs stopped being body parts and were simply targets for the genetic anomaly known as Eevee.
I…
Their cries rang once more growing louder and louder, which meant she had to send them faster, harder, stronger.
I…want
It didn’t matter to the self proclaimed Queen as she directed her own crescendo of violence against the puppies that dared to bare their teeth. The Liepard was right about one thing, it was either her or them, so their cries ultimately meant her own perseveration. As result of this enlightenment, her didn’t twist in their pain, she relished it.
I want to live, dammit!!!
20,40,60,80, with the last of my being in this last ditch attempt, the number just kept adding up more and where to the point where the Liepard reconsidered his charge to find a better angle while running from the fast approaching crescendo. My final breath will not be dictated by someone else’s hands but my own!!!
This is is every-
!!!
Wait a second…
She was Detecting movement from…where?
Something incredibly fast was coming picking up the wind and making everything take a sudden halt. The Liepard, after escaping the bombardment, seemed to be about to pounce from my peripheral until he also seemed to catch the same as me.
Not from behind,
Nor her sides,
but from-?
”…-aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!-“
…shit
I throw myself to the side and then it happens-
*BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM*
Dust and rocks got all over everyone, and she goes to hide in the one of bushes again, the cloud of smoke covers all her fur and eyes she to wonders…
Why did I even wake up today?