Thread: No title (W.I.P.)

I'm screaming, yet I'm not screaming.

I try to call out, but no one can hear me.

I suppose you threw me away because my life had no meaning?

I wonder if you'll think about me. Even a little will be good.

Do you know why I scream? I try to reach you. But that's so far away...

Please hear me. Please...

This place is so cold.

*

"Well, I have no idea who the father is, and I definitely can't raise this thing. They're just em brats that get in the way," The irate woman seated herself on the chair. The red-hair doctor nodded and pushed up her huge glasses. "I know abortions cost money, but I can't do anything about it. If I do raise it it'll probably just starve to death sooner or later."

"Well, okay, Miss Kotone. Just fill out this form and we'll schedule an abortion as soon as possible," The doctor pushed the form on a clipboard towards the blond-haired woman. She had a great figure and looks, and wore a very revealing red-striped black dress. Kotone was beautiful, without a doubt. Shame that she had to scrap a living by being a prostitute. "Once you finish you can leave and we'll inform you about the date."

"Eh? Didn't I tell you I can't read?"

Okay. Kotone was both poor and uneducated.

"Alright, Miss Kotone. I'll fill out the form for you, just give me the details when I ask you questions," The doctor's pen flew over the sheet as fast as Kotone could talk. And Kotone was a fast talker. Sometimes Kotone started to steer off-topic, and that was when she had to remind her she was taking down notes for an abortion, not listening to her life story intently like a person about to do a biography.

*

"...Huh? Where-where am I?"

The little girl opened her eyes to a wondrous world. It seemed free, happy. There was nothing to describe it. The red autumn leaves, the innocent laughter of children... the red-hair girl looked at her normal, plain clothes. Never had she... seen this kind of clothes before. She looked at her twin tails, her smooth hair. She looked at the children, calling for her to join them. She ran towards them.

Suddenly, the world disappeared. In its place stood a tiny candle. No, the candle had eyes. The thing approached the terrified girl. The girl gripped at her now whitened hair, falling out at a rapid rate. Her once nice clothes were now tattered and torn. Her leaf green eyes were now a terrifying shade of red. She watched as the mysterious thing approached.

"You haven't even been born yet. Do you know why you know what you were doing, how you know the English language?" The candle said. The girl suddenly thought. She couldn't remember anything else other than the playground... how did she even know it was a playground? She knew what 'being born' was, that she was a child... she even knew by the shade of the leaves it was autumn. There were three more seasons. Spring, summer, winter. How did she know?

"The answer is simple, child. I have given it all to you. However, your mother is trying to take it all away," The candle sighed. "I'm a Litwick, by the way. A Pokemon. I bet you know what Pokemon are."

The child searched her head. Pokemon were creatures. Like animals. Milktanks, Pidgeys... yes, it was all in her head. She knew. What scared her was that she DID know. And she knew Pokemon could only say their names. "Wait. If your a Pokemon, how come YOU can speak in English?"

"Well, I'm not speaking to you, actually. I am telepathically communicating to you. And so, although I cannot speak the assortments of human languages that are available, I can think them. And so, I am able to communicate with you." The Litwick said. The child nodded, and the Litwick smiled.

"You mother wants to throw you away, like your nothing but garbage. Of course, I can put a stop to that. I can give you that world. I can give you a name, something so simple, yet your horrid mother never bothered!" Litwick said. "I can name you. How about... Cantarella?"

"That... is okay."

Cantarella's eyes turned to a dark shade of green and her hair regrew. She was normal again.

*

"Alright. We're ready for the operation. Stay still, Miss Kotone. We're just inject anaesthetic..."

Cantarella looked at Litwick, who shushed her. "Soon. Soon, I will be able to bring you to the wonderful place where you have always dreamed of since the day you and I met. Soon." Cantarella nodded.

"However, It will hurt."

Oh boy.

Cantarella felt herself being cut by something. No wounds appeared, but... she felt like she was being detached from her limbs. No, her arms and legs are still here. What was this feeling?

"It's the feeling of being thrown away. It doesn't feel good, does it?"

Although the girl didn't quite like Litwick invading her thoughts, she always needed it when she was on the edge of collapse, when she moaned about why she was to be thrown away, without ceremony, without second thoughts. Litwick was always beside her, comforting her. Litwick was... her friend.

"Now's time, my little girl. You can visit the beautiful place of your dreams."

Cantarella held onto Litwick, who started to glow. The empty void of black they were in was replaced by clouds. The sun. The warmth. Cantarella held on tight. If she were to let go, she would fall into the void again, Litwick said. Cantarella looked left. There! The playground! The children! The delicious aroma of food wafted from houses on the left. It was happiness beyond her dreams.

However, Litwick turned right.

"Lit... Litwick, I think your going the wrong way..." Cantarella muttered. Litwick did not reply. The children stopped to stare, before yelling out insults at Litwick.

"You evil thing!"

"How dare you steal another soul!"

"Let go, little girl! Let go! You can run here!"

However, Cantarella was too stunned to let go. But when she tried to budge, she realized she was stuck to the wax on Litwick's body. Litwick laughed, but not a playful, innocent laugh. It was a laugh that sent chills down the girl's spine.

Cantarella saw herself being covered in the cloak of pitch black.

*

"Hello... hello? Oh, she's waking up!"

Cantarella opened her eyes to see a boy leaning over her. Groaning, she forced herself up. She was trapped in a room of darkness. The walls seemed to moan and shift, and there was no exit in sight. However, in this room, frightened children huddled together in fear. Their faces were pale and, though some contained a trace of dreams of a miracle, most of those faces displayed a painting of hopelessness.

"Where am I?" Cantarella said. She decided to analyze the boy. His hair was a coal black, looking like a mop placed upon his head. His eyes was a electric blue, and his skin far more darker compared to her own.

"You've been tricked by Litwick, right?"

"No... Litwick was my friend."

"That's what he said to me too," The boy sighed. "My name is Ento, by the way. Given by myself. I can never use the name that wrecked Litwick gave me."

An unpleasant scowl met Ento's face. "My... my name is Cantarella. So... where am I?"

"You've been transported to the Room of Souls. We're all children who has been thrown away by our parents. They decided it was easier to steal our souls," Ento paused, then continued on. "You've been cheated of your soul. Litwick made you believe he would take you to a place of true happiness. In fact, you could go to this place by simply not trusting Litwick and driving him away. That way, you will go there. Unfortunately, when he made us hold onto his, he told us we had to hold on or else we'd fall into a void. That's not true. We could have ran to the place of happiness. But after a while, his wax will be stuck onto our hands. And... we come here."

Cantarella couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. Now what? There had to be a way out. Somehow, she would escape. But how?

The ground opened up. Litwick emerged, now with a new companion. It looked like a chandelier, with four arms ablaze. But it had a head among these four chandelier arms, and it gave a blank stare.

"Sicilia, come out," Litwick announced. A red haired girl, looking much like Cantarella except for her shorter hair and aquamarine eyes, stood up and walked towards Litwick. "Meet Chandelure."

Chandelure grabbed the girl. She screamed, but then, the screaming... stopped. Chandelure was completely still for a few moments. In the 'real' world, the body would have been left behind. But since they were all declared 'dead', they were only souls. And as such... no trace of the girl remained. Chandelure's flames grew, burning brightly.

Cantarella immediately rushed for the whole on the ground. However, Chandelure blocked it, and Cantarella nearly stepped on the flames that would consume her.

"Ah... you have good spirit, girl. Your soul will burn much more longer... though, I will have to take a longer time to totally render it usable." Chandelure's seductive voice invaded her mind. Cantarella was on the verge of tears. The two Pokemon exited the room through the hole before disappearing totally.

"Did you see her?"

"Yes! I think she's just uncovered something vital..."

"Why are they all talking like that?" Cantarella asked Ento. Ento, for once, was actually beaming a smile.

"When you rushed forward, he said that you would take 'a longer time to totally be rendered usable' or something. So, all we have to do is to get someone to be full of hope at the prospect his or her friends will escape. That way, we will be able to escape when he's completely still and trying to access the soul!" Ento said.

"But... that'll sacrifice one of our own!" Cantarella said. "But... then again, if we don't do it, we'll be consumed anyway..."

"So, do you all want to escape?" Ento yelled.

Everyone shouted yes.

"Do you want to live happily ever after?"

Everyone shouted yes again.

"Which one of you will sacrifice yourself?"

Everyone was quiet. Ento turned pale. This was going to he harder than he thought.

"Are you really THAT intent on escaping?" Litwick's voice resounded throughout the room.

The children huddled together in fear. Ento gaped. He didn't know Litwick could spy on them. Then again, it WAS his realm, a realm those demonic candle thingies controlled. "Well, fine then. I'll give you a test. I wonder if it'll be too hard for you?"