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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:29 pm
Barcel sat in his chair, reading the paper lazily. He didn't particularly enjoy reading the paper. What he enjoyed was making weapons—but he wasn't allowed to do that anymore. Or, rather, he was only allowed to make about 20 a day and in spite of it only being 4 PM he had already fulfilled that quota, which meant he had another 8 hours before he could continue smithing. Normally he would try to sneak in a knife or something, but Scarlet was in the house so there was no way for him to do that. Besides, he was running out of space in the backyard—if you walked around out there you would hear metal against metal because of all the knives he had buried there. Thankfully, Scarlet flew so it wasn't an issue.
Something, however, caught his attention. A quiet noise, from the closet. He heard it, he knew he did. It came again and again, in an erratic but periodic fashion. He shifted out of his seat, loudly as he did so since the floor creaked slightly below him, and headed towards the closet. It was only a moment before Scarlet showed up and gently tried to lead him away in a nervous tone. “Dinner's ready~”
Barcel simply stared at her and then at the closet. “Scarlet, what's in the closet?”
“N-nothing. There's nothing in the closet. Now let's go have dinner.” Another mewling betrayed such claims and Barcel began walking sternly towards the closet. He would know. Scarlet didn't want him to and she made it painfully obvious she was hiding something by stopping in front of the door and holding it shut. “Barcy please, let's just go have dinner.”
Barcel merely pushed her aside and opened the closet. Out tumbled pokemon. Small, young pokemon. Eevees, Cottonee, Vulpix and all other manner of cute, adorable and fluffy creature tumbled out. Barcel squawked in rage. “I told you to stop taking these things home!”
And then his work began. Barcel plucked child after child from the pile with little regard for their cries or desire for affection and simply tossed them out the window into the front yard. He even plucked a few out of Scarlet's desperate hands, as he had times before and doubtless would do again. She loved kids but they were not adopting random fluffy things. So he simply tossed about two dozen children out the window in total disregard for their safety or development.
Finally, he reached one quiet Eevee who had stayed at the back. He understood what was to happen to him and as such he growled angrily at Barcel, but it did little to deter him. Even as Barcel picked him up, he began biting at the Empoleon's arm. As he moved to toss the Eevee from the window, the set of teeth clamped down hard and in spite of the toss the small child merely hang on.
Barcel paused and stared at the child. He was angry. He was pissed beyond belief. He looked like he was ready to rip out Barcel's throat and the growling matched it.
The Empoleon quietly walked back over to Scarlet with the child still hanging from his arm. “We can keep this one.”
Scarlet stared at him in disbelief but gave no reply as she slowly pulled the child from his arm. She had never thought this day would come and her confusion stifled out any immediate joy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:38 pm
A gasp of air. Harsh, rushed breathing as his eyes struggled to focus against the infinite blackness. It was endless. There was no light, there was no movement. Settled in the fluffy darkness lay Eridanus the Eevee, unable to move, see or hear. He could hardly even breathe. Was this his punishment? Taken by Arceus and cast into his own, private hell deprived of even air? Was this how he was to spend eternity? Suffering in... whatever he was in?
It didn't take long before it worsened. Incessant, muffled mewling and howling began. The cries of children. Were these lives that he had ended early? Was this the true torture—unending voices for eternity? Very well then, he would bear it and sooner or later he would fight his way out tooth and claw. He wouldn't be restrained, not here! Not like this!
And he waited for a long time, seemingly forever in the fluffy darkness. But Eridanus rather suddenly found himself freed. He spilled out from his prison and into the light, which scarred his eyes harshly as if he were a newborn seeing for the first time. It took him time to adjust and as he finally did he saw his warden. His personal keeper who stripped him free from the fluff around him and tossed the (apparently) small children out the window. But he seemed as if he wished to toss them all out and this is something Eridanus would not stand for; he went where he pleased and did as he desired. He would not be handled by some b*****d Empoleon.
But try as he might he could not summon his own might. His powers had been stripped from him and it seemed as if he had been rendered a mortal in all ways except for his mind. So, in a pure expression of rage he began to growl and spout obscenities. “I WILL STRIP THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES! I WILL TEAR OUT THAT WORTHLESS THING YOU CALL A THROAT AND I WILL MAKE MY HOME IN YOUR ENTRAILS! YOUR BLOOD SHALL RAIN FROM THE SKY AS IT FINDS IT'S PERMANENT HOME IN THE ******** GARDEN I'LL BURY YOU IN!”
He continued to shout and growl up until the moment the Empoleon attempted to throw him from the window, at which point he clamped down hard on the creature's arm. He would NOT be tossed through this window! He would rip out the ******** throat before that happened!
It seemed, however, that the Empoleon had given up on such attempts because he quietly handed him over to the Flygon and left. The Flygon, strangely enough, seemed to care for him a great deal and he had the feeling she would cater to his every whim.
She was his first slave. The beginning of an army. No—he was not done. As mortal as Arceus had made him he would not stop. He would conquer this world and all in it!
HE. WOULD. RULE!
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