she knows the feeling.

not the alter, of course. wendy herself. she knows the feeling of being held to the wall, knife to her throat with the scars of a scalpel littered across bandaged arms and legs. she knows well the sting of surface cuts. she knows the agony of simple and subtle torture - so gentle that it'll leave anyone screaming for mercy.

so when she's suddenly pinned to the wall, arm on her neck with little time to breathe, the pokemon stationed out immediately take an offensive stance. they weren't fond of the man suddenly attacking their trainer - with the espeon already having her eyes glow a light blue to try and freeze the man's movements. at the same time, the espeon casts a glare to the metagross who'd come in earlier. unfortunately, it was the sylveon who came in to try and soothe the espeon's attempts. at least, so the original trainer would have a chance to regain her body.

speaking of which..

the woman glares up at the man, lavender eyes burn through him with near murderous intent, which is held back only by her position. there was a contract she had made with father, and she wasn't willing to break it over something so trivial over a man being limp over her lack of respect. ultimately, she gently lowers her hand to her side to signal a stop to her pokemon, and let darkness take her with little response. yet even while the darkness swallows her whole, she gives an unwavering smirk, as though to taunt him.

then closes her eyes, losing her consciousness for only a moment until he let go.

Cillian Quinn

she wasn't going to obey. were not for the fact that she had temporarily passed out from lack of air, she would have gladly put her strength into kicking the man straight in the stomach, even if it meant a bullet in her skull (now wouldn't that be interesting? her brains spilled out in front of the audience of pokemon they had. how would they try to clean the scene? she would die to see the image of her corpse wriggling like the bug it was). but that's the thing: the moment she passed out she wasn't her anymore.

rather, being knocked out for a bit pulled wendy, back to herself. the darkness that had swallowed her, from the point of witnessing blood (the persona that grasped at over her lips and around her neck, pulling her into an abyss she could only hope to survive). imagine her surprise, when the only thing she sees after her lapse in memory was gavin, standing before her with the imposing growl in his voice.

she finds herself short of breath, holding her chest while trying to fill her lungs once again. her sylveon senses her emotions, just as she felt gavin's; though from her trainer, she felt unbridled fear. fear of gavin. fear of herself and most of all, fear for what could have happened to that other trainer who came in with the life threatening condition moments prior.

"g-gavin--" she starts, tears welling in her eyes while bringing her arms u to her face. once again, the meek doctor that most people were familiar with. "wh-what did i do..? i-is mcflurry okay..?!" she's confused. she's concerned. she just remembers blood. he said something about not following orders and, her not knowing what he was referring to, immediately tried to pick herself up. "d-did i do something to her..? d-did i do something wrong..?" the tears well again, this time in fear that she had caused some kind of harm. god, she hopes that she didn't cause her harm.

Cillian Quinn

she's lost.

she doesn't understand. why was he being so hostile to her? did something happen? she frustrates herself with her inability to remember, or pick up the pieces. he was upset at her. mcflurry was nowhere to be seen. he didn't even answer her question about mcflurry and knows next to nothing about her current predicament. her anxiety spikes, enough for her to cower further while the tears well up. "p-please let go.." her voice lowered into a whimper, hands trembling and hesitant to even lay on the arm.

the sylveon slowly approaches, wrapping its ribbons around the anxious trainer's arm to try and soothe her rampaging emotions. at least so that she could think straight. at least so that she could clear her mind. "i-i need to make sure if she's okay.." her voice is quiet, as her body instinctively leans closer to the wall. she wishes she could phase into it and crawl into a hole.

"i'm sorry.. i-i'm sorry.."

Cillian Quinn

her leg was shot.

it was fucking shot.

the bullet pierces through the thigh of her leg, sending a jolt of pain and soreness throughout her body. she wants to scream. she wants to cry (but she knows that if she does the former, nothing will happen and no one will come to her aid. it's a difficult reality that her father has taught her long days in the past). instead she gently bites her lip and sharply inhales, holding her hand against the wound while trying to cope with the pain that came afterwords. she tries to regulate her breath.

all while keeping her eyes away from her leg, with eyes desperately shut closed like her life depended on it. the tears ran down her eyes, both from the earlier confusion and the pain that she tries desperately to endure. she can't look at the wound. if she looks at the wound, she won't know what she'll do. if she looks at the blood, she won't know what she'll say.

all she can do is stay on the ground, whimpering quietly as strands of lavender fall over her eyes and tearstained glasses are fogged up from her breath. "i-i'm sorry.. i'm sorry.." she quietly repeats, now only waiting for the man to leave. her pokemon quickly run to her side, trying to soothe and ease the pain the trainer was feeling.

the gengar on the other hand, never lowers his smile. still, he approaches wendy and opts to let her rest her body against his chubby body, until another nurse arrives.

thread end

Cillian Quinn