She/Her
Twenty-Five
Jubilife City, Sinnoh
*shrugs*
Freelancer/Ex-Ace Child Detective
Civilian
Let's Keep things a bit clandestine, shall we?
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Elaine Highland
Pressure from Depthless Malice [M]
POSTED ON Jul 19, 2024 4:09:53 GMT
"So, that was all we could amount to."
Elaine's eyes opened in the next minute. Her body was arched back. Her head felt like it was facing the ground. Though the world around her was a pitch black, she could say she felt like she was falling back, even if she was floating in place.
"We lost..."
"Yeah..."
Across from her was another version of herself that seemed to be floating in the ether. Her arms were crossed and her face had taken the shape of a scowl.
"Do you find it frustrating?"
"Of course I do."
The terse words and harsh attitude could only come from the past self of hers. The memory that had been erased and flooded back into her as she climbed up the cusp of presumed victory.
"The fact that I'm like this is frustrating. I thought I could at least subdue him for the sake of the guy he killed."
"Oh shut up with your sophistry and hypocrisy. If you really cared that deeply about allowing his body to be returned safely or anything noble like that, you wouldn't have inched ever closer to that Avatar with each move."
The biting words from her past self shut her up. She did not know what to say at this point. What could she say to the one thing that knew her heart best?
"Just be honest. There's nobody else here. Not even Violet Fairbanks is here, so feel free to be as pathetic, selfish, and whiny as you want to be. You've earned that right after all of the effort you've put in."
"My ideals aren't the same as yours."
"I know they aren't."
"And I didn't fight for those ideals."
"I know you didn't."
"But I wanted to prove it to myself. After all the hell I've been through, I wanted to finally prove to myself that I was strong enough to enact them. That I still wasn't the weak, pathetic girl I was that day. I know those memories are no longer mine, but I still know how you and I felt that day."
At the end of it all, what did all of that boil down to? What was the center of those patehtic words? As tears spilled, she uttered the words.
"I wanted to win! For once, I wanted to win by my own strength! I wanted to prove that it was meaningful! That it wasn't simply a cog in an endless grind!
"...that I could break through pressure from depthless malice."
And yet, despite those tears, the former self smiled. There was no condescension, nor intensity. All that she had in that moment was something far simpler. Understanding.
"See? Was that so hard?"
Elaine sniffled as she tried to wipe away the tears.
"Those memories...I know they're not mine anymore, but I felt something similar from you."
"It feels disgusting knowing that those memories of all things were the ones flowing back into you. Those feelings weren't the same. But they were equally as pathetic. And equally us. That's why..."
Her past self floated down until the two of them were eye to eye.
"Let this failure become something meaningful. Become so strong that you'll never have to feel this pathetic again. That's the one thing you owe to both me and yourself."
"Heh. You know. I like this side of you a lot better. You should drop by and give me talks like this more often."
"Hey hey. Don't ruin things like that." They had lost. They were in pain. But the two girls so identical and yet so different laughed and laughed. Until the moment that space all consumed them.
And then...
The first thing she could sense was the pitter-patter of rain against the ground and against her. The next thing was the searing, dull, and throbbing pains that wracked her body from head to toe.
How long had she been out? The fact that she was still alive meant that it hadn't been long. Otherwise, Cillian would have picked up his weapon and killed her in time.
Whatever the case, one fact was paramount here. She lost. She was utterly overwhelmed.
In the moment where she had thought she had gained some momentum, she had been brought low in one fell swoop.
She couldn't tell what was more pathetic: how soundly she was defeated, how unable she was to keep her Pokemon safe, or how vulnerable she was right now.
She tried to move her legs, but it felt like they had turned to lead. Her body had suffered many blows. She had been bitten by the Aerodactyl. She had taken the blast chest first, clearly leaving her with rib fractures as she struggled to keep proper breaths. She probably had some internal damage given the congealing thick liquid at her lips. She probably had some sort of injury on the back of her head as she felt that same thick liquid falling off of it onto the ground beneath her.
But she could still move her head, neck and arms. It was painful, but she could still do it. Reaching at her Pokeballs, she pulled two empty ones out. Metagross was laying unconscious on one side and Tinkaton was in the same state on the other, still holding onto the hammer for dear life. The fact that they survived that attack was a blessing, but she couldn't risk their lives any further.
"Return." She muttered as she recalled the two Pokemon back to the comfort of their Pokeballs.
As she placed those balls back where they belonged, she looked up to the sky and to the winged beast who did all of this. The roof had been utterly destroyed. Only its corners remained as the rain poured onto the entirety of the warehouse.
"I guess...I couldn't beat...pure violence, after all..."
Tag:Cillian Quinn Mission: Make it Double
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