Sasha (
throughthefireandflames) wrote2011-03-23 05:53 am
10th Flame [Narration | Action ] - The Decent
Two months ago she had felt like she wasn't enough of a Charizard. Now she felt like the caged beast within her had been constantly growing within her, pacing back and forth. She couldn't remember anything from the last week, waking up in her room covered in blood. That had been dramatic enough and she had screamed, before realizing it didn't smell like her own. Had she killed something? She couldn't tell. Maybe a small animal looking at the amount on her hands.
It had been the strangest shower to take. For some reason the stains were difficult to remove and not just because she had to dodge that water around her tail. Her room had been quiet. Dark. Spinny was nowhere to be seen and she couldn't remember either. Siiigh.
Her mood had worsened for the past month. While not a shut-in, she found herself getting more and more disinterested with the school life. Something was wrong with her, and she knew it. When Ephie left, Sasha nearly did with her. She hoped the tavern would give her something to change her mind and it worked for a day or two, but then the thoughts returned, stronger than ever.
She'd tried to kill a rabbit last week. Maybe give that beast something to be satisfied with. Sasha had been used to other prey in the snow-covered mountains, not something this fast. In desperation, she had thrown fire at it. The ploy had worked. Only now she realized how terrible the move had been. The creature now had burning skin marks and began to weakly limp away from her, its eyes huge and fearful. Something inside her stirred. Tried to remember. But she couldn't. In the end, she did what she could, and the jaw closed on the beast's head, sending out a deafening crack that made her shiver in her bones. What was worst was the beast still breathed and for a few seconds of horror more, heard that sound of the animal chocking on it's own blood before it finally went limp.
She didn't try to hunt again after that for a week. And the beast just howled stronger.
It was when she looked at one of the younger students and wondered how their bones would crack in her jaw and then looked at another, wanting nothing more to just push them over and challenge them to a fight that she realized she had a serious problem.
In desperation, she'd gone to hunt again. This time she fared somewhat better at her kill, but the rabbit still suffered for a few minutes as she was about to end his life, shaking him in the air, only to drop him and utter a scream. Something like this had happened before...
This time she just watched the creature waddle for a few minutes before it laid still. She couldn't bring herself to eat it.
Sasha felt trapped. This was extremely heavy material to confide in, and she couldn't just tell anyone without seeming like a monster. Asking Arceus felt like she'd bother the god with something worthless in the grand scale of things. Heck, she'd probably not even give her time for it. None of the people in her team were Fire Types. They couldn't understand the nature of a flickering flame that burned with uncertainty. And the only Fire Gym Leader that she knew, Blaine, wasn't here. That just made her mood worse. If only a fire user or two could show up. The school was oddly devoid of them, and probably with good reason. Her type was never well liked. Flickering, unpredictable. Fire was so destructive...
Well there was one fire type. Char. Yet there wasn't just the fact that they didn't get along as usual that kept her...Sasha felt something of dread at the thought of him. And shame. Did it have something with the blood of last week? She couldn't understand why, and that drove her farther into insanity.
Unlike the trip to the mountains, this time Red didn't even get the courtesy of a note or letter. Just two words sent to his mailbox.
"I'm sorry."
By the time he would read them the next morning, Sasha would be gone.
But for now, she stood on top of the school's rooftop, giving one final sigh as she opened her wings to test for wind speed. With the currents tonight, she could perhaps get to the far ends of the city to her destination.Her final destination. A quick look in the city's database revealed there were training gyms of all types scattered around the city (not to mention easy to find, just type in Pokemon. They even appeared to have a store with toys). To her amazement, one of them specialized in Fire Types. Moreover, if they made their training facility here, it could possibility mean that they would not be surprised at a humanized Pokemon appearing and spreading rumors of were-Charizards or something. It was a risk she was willing to take.
All Sasha knew is she needed help, and fast. Or something would get hurt again and then she'd really loose full control. She just wanted to be happy again...
It had been the strangest shower to take. For some reason the stains were difficult to remove and not just because she had to dodge that water around her tail. Her room had been quiet. Dark. Spinny was nowhere to be seen and she couldn't remember either. Siiigh.
Her mood had worsened for the past month. While not a shut-in, she found herself getting more and more disinterested with the school life. Something was wrong with her, and she knew it. When Ephie left, Sasha nearly did with her. She hoped the tavern would give her something to change her mind and it worked for a day or two, but then the thoughts returned, stronger than ever.
She'd tried to kill a rabbit last week. Maybe give that beast something to be satisfied with. Sasha had been used to other prey in the snow-covered mountains, not something this fast. In desperation, she had thrown fire at it. The ploy had worked. Only now she realized how terrible the move had been. The creature now had burning skin marks and began to weakly limp away from her, its eyes huge and fearful. Something inside her stirred. Tried to remember. But she couldn't. In the end, she did what she could, and the jaw closed on the beast's head, sending out a deafening crack that made her shiver in her bones. What was worst was the beast still breathed and for a few seconds of horror more, heard that sound of the animal chocking on it's own blood before it finally went limp.
She didn't try to hunt again after that for a week. And the beast just howled stronger.
It was when she looked at one of the younger students and wondered how their bones would crack in her jaw and then looked at another, wanting nothing more to just push them over and challenge them to a fight that she realized she had a serious problem.
In desperation, she'd gone to hunt again. This time she fared somewhat better at her kill, but the rabbit still suffered for a few minutes as she was about to end his life, shaking him in the air, only to drop him and utter a scream. Something like this had happened before...
This time she just watched the creature waddle for a few minutes before it laid still. She couldn't bring herself to eat it.
Sasha felt trapped. This was extremely heavy material to confide in, and she couldn't just tell anyone without seeming like a monster. Asking Arceus felt like she'd bother the god with something worthless in the grand scale of things. Heck, she'd probably not even give her time for it. None of the people in her team were Fire Types. They couldn't understand the nature of a flickering flame that burned with uncertainty. And the only Fire Gym Leader that she knew, Blaine, wasn't here. That just made her mood worse. If only a fire user or two could show up. The school was oddly devoid of them, and probably with good reason. Her type was never well liked. Flickering, unpredictable. Fire was so destructive...
Well there was one fire type. Char. Yet there wasn't just the fact that they didn't get along as usual that kept her...Sasha felt something of dread at the thought of him. And shame. Did it have something with the blood of last week? She couldn't understand why, and that drove her farther into insanity.
Unlike the trip to the mountains, this time Red didn't even get the courtesy of a note or letter. Just two words sent to his mailbox.
"I'm sorry."
By the time he would read them the next morning, Sasha would be gone.
But for now, she stood on top of the school's rooftop, giving one final sigh as she opened her wings to test for wind speed. With the currents tonight, she could perhaps get to the far ends of the city to her destination.
All Sasha knew is she needed help, and fast. Or something would get hurt again and then she'd really loose full control. She just wanted to be happy again...

[Hopefully this is cool?]
He hadn't spent much time there in recent months. He had too much to do between classes, training, homework, friends and his Girlfriend. But now that a couple of his best freinds had left and he'd just gotten back from a year of craziness? It seemed like a nice place to spend the evening.
He climbed up the wall and was about to whistle for Harley when he noticed another figure, not too far off. In the dim light, her tail flame made it easy to see who it was. He was immediately struck with the question of why she'd be up here. He ran through a mental list of people who also used the roof as somewhere to escape to and their reasons for doing so and she didn't quite seem to match up with them. Way too happy and self-assured a person to be emoing out up here and to his knowledge, she also was not a Ninja.
"Hey!" He said, walking across slanted roofing tiles like a pro. "It's been a while, how's everything, buddy?"
[Of course!]
"I'm fine," she lied. "I just need a bit of fresh air, and this is the highest section of the school."
[Awesome 8)b ]
He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box when it came to judging how people were feeling, but the tone of her voice didn't sound overly happy. Maybe she was a little dissapointed to be disturbed up here?
"You know... there's one spot that's higher than this." he said, pointing to the Clock Tower. "And it's even more peaceful because only folks who can get to the roof? Fliers and climbers."
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Oh. There's an idea.
"You wanna race?"
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Curiosity for the better of her, however.
"You can glide?"
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Once sufficiently airborne, he came out of the roll, spreading his arms and his dreadlocks to maintain his flight path. Which was a lazy circle from his jumping point, back to where Sasha stood.
"If I'm in an area with a lot of thermals? I can stay airborne for a really, really long time." he said, floating over her head. "Nothing like what you can achieve, I'm sure! But considering I don't have any wings, I'm happy with it."
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"That's amazing," she said before she could stop herself, too awe by the display of acrobatics. Perhaps a race would be a good way to leave the school with a more positive note. She just hoped Red wouldn't wake up too early. "Alright. You're on."
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"On your marks.... get set.... GO!"
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"Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!" he called as he saw her change form. He was sure that a Pokemon could out-fly a Human with wings and he really wanted the challenge.
He hit the wall of the tower with a crunch and started to climb frantically, knuckles digging into brickwork and feet propelling him upward as fast as they could go.
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Whoever would win, this race was getting dangerously close. And Sasha loved every second of it.
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He wasn't one hundred percent sure if he'd won, lost or tied but the fun of racing was all in the race anyway.
"Haha! What a race! That was a rush!"
have your zen master
During one of his walks, he noticed Sasha's familiar aura on the roof and looked up to her]
... Sasha.
Zentastic
Kojiro...
[She called him by his full name.]
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What's wrong?
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I'm sick.
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[Leave it to Koji to be blunt]
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I woke up last week covered in blood. I don't remember why. I-i'm not sure what happened, but I can only remember a few things from last week. Like a lot of rage and... Then I..started to hunt things. But not because I needed food. I just tried to kill a rabbit.
And then another.
Some of it is the same feeling or rage I had when I attacked Volgin and Raikov.
I'm afraid for you. I'm afraid for my family....
I don't want to become a monster.
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Last week was a confusing time for all of us. Even I do not remember what had happened during then.
[He took a moment to go over what she had said again]
We are in a different atmosphere. There are different customs, different views... and the people here seem far more dangerous that they were back home. Even I find myself feeling unsettled by all these changes. Perhaps... because of that, mixed with the aspect that we remain human most of the time while here... perhaps that is why you are experiencing these new feelings.
If you act a part too long, you may begin to lose yourself to your role.
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I think that's what I reached as a conclusion too. I don't know if I want to remember more...or less of last week.
I need to get away for now. By myself and figure out what happened and what I should do. There's a training center [she's not going to tell you which] that can help me. [Pause.] I-i don't want the others to find out. I want to do this by myself [figuratively she means, she'll still get help from the dojo, but she doesn't want her team finding her] and I know if they find out, they'll just come after me.
It's probably very selfish if me, I know.
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I believe this journey will help you. I always tell the others that you need to learn for yourself, rather than us always coddling you...
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Kojiro I...thank you so much.
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There is no need to thank me. This is what friends and family do for each other, yes?