Pokemon Capture: Shellos
Needed Characters: 5000
Actual Characters: 6520
A/N: Yeeeeahh, I'll admit this isn't super Pokemon-y, though I should mention that the Shellos IS SYMBOLIC. YOU'LL SEE. AND SO, IN THAT SENSE, IT IS IMPORTANT. A heh. Also I totally didn't steal the whole lesbians thing from Magik. At all. Oh, by the way, LS named Lynn, so that's cool. And another thing, the story is mostly dialogue and that's for a reason, I swear. Okay, before I ramble you to death, here is my story. ENJOY.
It was the last thing that she ever felt.
The last she ever knew.
It was tears on her cheek and a palm over her heart.
It was enough.
Afterwards life was hazy and unnecessary.
What do you live for when the thing that always brought you warmth and light is gone?
She wanted to go back,
And perhaps we should start at the beginning
"If something inside of you breaks," she said. "I can fix it."
"No you can't. Not without doing something illegal, anyways."
"I'm not making promises."
Lynn was lying down, as grey and fragile as a newly hatched bird, covered in blankets even though the fall days were still warm. Kris is sitting with her back against the couch, knees curled to her chest. Her hair is long and dyed a horrible shade of blonde, the kind you find in a box at a dollar store. They're watching something on television. It's something like 'America's Next Top Real Estate Agent' or 'Who Wants to Be a Botonist?'
Does it really matter?
What wouldn't she give for another year of watching mindless television together?
The commercial comes on for some amusement park down in Fuschia (right after the bitchy girl wasn't voted off) and Kris is wondering if they'll ever see another plastic and lead paint covered theme park.
"I love you," Lynn says so quietly that she almost doesn't hear it. That's when Kris gets chills because-
Lynn isn't the one who starts saying things like that.
"Since when are you so sappy?" Brave face. It's the best she can do. She offers a hand. Lynn takes it and that's when she knows.
"But there's things you haven't done yet!"
"Well... you haven't climbed Mt. Everest."
"Too cold, too high up. I feel like I'd be allergic to yaks."
"Have you ever been to another country?"
"It depends. Does Johto count?"
"...." Kris glanced down at the list in her lap. "Ever had sex on a beach?"
"No, but if we could get them to give me a day pass, it wouldn't be that difficult."
"What? It's not like you don't want to."
So Kris hugged her instead, because she was too weak to leave the white, sterilized room. Too broken to take to a beach or to a park or even back home. There was only one place for her now.
"I just wish I could've done something, that's all," she sobbed.
"There, there." A hand patted her back.
"It's my fault, it's all my fault. It was supposed to be me."
She was screaming and thrashing and everything was wet with tears.
"Don't say that. God works in mysterious ways."
"Well fuck that!" Glass smashed against the wall.
"Look what the hospital people have brought me."
"Lynn, what the hell is that?!"
A pink, rather slimy looking blob was in her lap, making a sound almost like purring.
"It's called a Shellos apparently. From somewhere 'round Sinnoh. I like it. 'S like one of those stress relieving things."
"Are you sure it won't make you sick?" Kris winced away from it.
"Can I get any sicker?"
Nothing else made any noise.
"Where do you think we'll go when we die?"
"If those people down the street are right, the ninth circle of Hell."
Kris sighs. "Can't you take the question seriously?"
"I'm very serious," Lynn responds, the Shellos curled against the small of her back. It's small body is now thicker around than her. "These are our immortal souls we're talking about. We're fornicators."
Kris brushed a pillow against her, a weak imitation of a pillow fight.
"So my heart is shutting down."
"I did say I'd get one for you," Kris said finally.
"What's it going to be?" Lynn asks lazily, pushing what thin brown hair she has left out of her eyes. "Are you going to kill a hooker? Or perhaps a homeless man?"
Kris just smiles. "I'll raid an orphanage."
"Sounds about right."
Things are quiet again. Two pairs of brown eyes meet each other. One is filled with tears, the other is dilated from medication. "How long is the list?"
They hold each other long into the night, the Shellos between them.
"Maybe if I'd said something different she'd still be here. Maybe if I'd done something." She's talking to herself because-
She still needs her. So much.
The Shellos doesn't purr anymore. It just watches. A tear drops onto it and it rubs against her. It may have lost its voice, but its as squishy as ever.
"I wish I could've been stronger for her."
Strength is measured in many ways. Sometimes showing weakness is the strongest thing you can do. Sometimes you can't do anything else.
The noise was incredibly loud in the quiet of the hospital. Lynn bolted upright in bed.
"What the fuck?" No one responded. They were too busy running into the hallway. Then she heard the screaming and she knew that something was horribly wrong. "Kris?" Kris had been with her when she fell asleep...
But where was she now?
Some people die slow; cigarette smoke eats up their lungs or alcohol burns a hole in their middles. Sometimes their hearts just stop after too many years of working too hard. One last time card to stamp in and then school's out for summer.
Then there's people who die fast. There are car accidents and bombs and guns and boxes of rat poison with a three year old's teeth marks on it. They are over and done with so quick that they are like lightning, a flash and then nothing is left. Gone in the blink of an eye and in their wake there is only thunder, a loud noise with no meaning.
But most common of all is everyone else. We're all dying and Kris knew that very well. She knew as she watched Lynn drowning while hooked up to an oxygen machine. The nurses walked by and they were dying. The child running up the hall with a box of candy for a relative was dying. The chair she was sitting in was dying, as best as chairs can. So was the earth. The sun. The sky. Kris just wished that maybe she could go a bit faster.
Her heart beats in her chest, but it's not her heart. Not really. She stole it from someone else. Someone who needed it more, who deserved it more. It's raining outside and the Shellos is out there, playing in the mud. Meanwhile, she's busy inside, looking at old pictures.
Brown eyes, blonde hair. Her nickname had been Sunflower and God, had she hated it. Lynn touches the picture, wishing she could feel her again.
Technically, she thinks, She really is inside of me always.
The tears start again.
Tears for the girl who gave up her life. Tears for the girl who gave up her heart.
Tears for what could've been.