Pokemon Capture: Shellos
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The pain never ended. It washed over her like a wave, and like a wave, there was nothing she could do to hold it back. Another wave, another scream she had to bite back. Then without warning, the waves stopped. She sighed in relief and listened to the peaceful sound of rain falling on the roof. It was a sound that made her feel peaceful. It was a sound that tied her to a world she wouldn’t be in much longer. She slid out of her bed, onto the floor and found she could barely support her own weight. She limped to the door of her room and grabbed the cane she had left leaning against the wall.
She couldn’t stand to be in her house much longer. It smelled like sickness and death and she knew the awful smell came from her. She knew the end was coming, had known it for a long time, but that didn’t make it easier. Dying was never easy. This would probably be the last day she would be strong enough to leave her house. When she realized this, a lump formed in her throat and tears stung the back of her eyes, but she refused to cry. I am only one, she thought. Even when I am gone, things will go on. There’s nothing to cry for. Nothing is being lost, except for me, and I’ll be alright. And with this thought she comforted herself.
Lilycove, the town she had once loved, wasn’t any less depressing than her home. The sky was a dreary gray and rain continued to pour down onto her. A chilly breeze made her shiver, but she enjoyed it. The icy touch of it on her skin made her feel more alive, more connected. Normally, she felt as though she were attached to life by no more than a thin piece of thread. Her soaking wet clothes and hair reminded her that she was still here.
She started walking toward downtown, then changed her mind and headed the other direction, towards the beach. Slowly but surely, the hard pavement turned into soft sand. She kicked off her sandals and left them by the edge of the road. So what if someone stole them? She wouldn’t have to buy another pair.
Walking alongside the ocean always cleared her head. Even before she was diagnosed, she had liked being here by the edge of the sea. Something about the ocean was reassuring. It was so huge and powerful; so eternal. The ocean would always be there, even as people and Pokemon passed. The roar of the waves filled her head until she was no longer thinking, only moving forward. Finally, she began to come back. How long had she been walking? She looked around, but didn’t seem to recognize anything. She couldn’t hear any of the sounds of Lilycove. The only noise was from the sea and the endless rain. For a moment, she felt a twinge of fear, but it instantly faded into apathy. What could it hurt? There was no reason to go back. It might be better to die out here, away from everything. She started to walk again, but this time locked her gaze on a huge cliff ahead of her. She could see the entrances to hundreds of small caves on the outside. She would be able to get out of the rain at least.
As she approached the caves, she noticed something moving a few feet in front of her. She slowed down and tried to sneak up to it. She had never owned a Pokemon; hadn’t even been close to anything bigger than a Wingull or a Zigzagoon. The little creature was a bright blue color and looked like a slug. The name was on the tip of her tongue. She had seen a nature documentary on them a long time ago. Shellos, that was it. But they didn’t live in Hoenn. They lived in Sinnoh, on the other side of the sea. She watched the sea slug Pokemon curiously. Suddenly, its head darted up as if it had been startled. It looked directly into her eyes and for a moment looked surprised. Then the corners of its mouth turned up in a grin.
“Shel…los,” it said softly.
“Hello, there,” said the girl, charmed by the little creature that was crawling towards her. It began to rub against her leg in an almost cat-like way. She bent down to pet it and laughed at the odd, squishy texture of its skin. “What’s your name?” she asked it.
“Shell,” the Shellos replied.
“Shell,” she tried out the name. “I like it. My name is-“
“Morgan,” the Shellos responded for her.
She stared at it with wide eyes. “My…you know my name? You can talk?”
“Morgan,” it said again, as if that answered her questions. It began to slither away, then stopped and looked back. “Morgan,” it called to her.
Morgan felt like she had no choice but to follow. The Shellos lead her past several cave openings and into what seemed like a canyon in the cliff. High walls rose up on each side of her and the sound of the ocean became almost hypnotic. Her Pokemon guide led her further and further into the maze, until finally, she found herself outside a cave. Somewhere inside, she could see a pulsing blue light.
“Follow me, Morgan,” the Shellos said in a sing-song voice and she did.
The cave was humid and oddly warm. Morgan felt safe inside of it, especially as she was bathed in blue light. It was a pale blue, almost white, that seemed to light up everything and make things almost translucent. She looked down at her arms and found she could see the bones and muscles inside of them. Her normally bright red hair was now an odd violet color.
Finally, Morgan reached what the Shellos has been leading her to. She fell to her knees. In front of her, was a conch shell that seemed to be the source of the light. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It seemed to fill her mind and she could focus on nothing else.
“Touch,” the Shellos urged her.
Morgan slowly reached forward and touched the conch. A tingling sensation ran up through her fingers and spread until it felt like every atom was alive with some manic energy. The world around her vanished and Morgan heard singing. The singing grew louder and louder and then there was silence.
To be continued....