Acid sat with shoulders slumped and with posture that could cause scoliosis. The King had dragged her here to do something other than lay around all day. He was sitting so perfectly with his back at a ninety degree angle as if to mock the way she sat. He was thoroughly enjoying himself laughing at how cleaver “Diddy” was. He couldn’t believe the scowl she had on her face as she listened to the tale. How could she, of all people, not like a story about tricking someone?
As the curtain fell for a short intermission people milled about talking about what stories may lie ahead. The Poison King was no exception. “The first one was about a kingdom this one was about pokemon, what’s next?” he asked excitably.
“I hope it doesn’t stink as much as that one did,” she said finally.
“You can’t possibly mean that. What was wrong about it?” he asked.
“The ending disappointed me I wanted that infuriating “Diddy’s” heart torn out!” she said, “Now, I say we pay this storyteller a visit to make this next story up to my standards.”
Back stage Brock was talking to the manager whilst holding a bottle of water, “These shows do a number on my throat. But it’s worth it, to see all those kids, and adults alike, enjoying these wonderful stories. This is why I don’t see the need for those body guards.” He motioned to two large men with muscles to match their profession.
“We pride ourselves in security Sir, one mishap could send our reputation plummeting,” the manager replied. A thud sounded from behind another curtain. The guards rushed towards the noise. Two heavier thuds echoed. “I’ll go see what that is,” the manager disppered from sight, followed by another thud.
“Um, Sir?” Brock called, but there were no replies, “Is there a problem?”
“They aren’t the ones you should be worried about Mr. Storyteller,” He turned around, a small short girl sat in a swivel chair. She turned to face him, her grin made his blood run cold.
“What happened to the guards and the manager?” He was frozen with fear.
“Oh those weaklings are taking a bit of an “enforced nap” as you might call it,” she said cheerfully.
“But they were twice your size!” he started to back away.
A taller boy came in from the right wing of the stage. He wore a silver suit that sparkled under the stage lights; he also wore a hat that Brock found a bit ridiculous. “You have obviously never met my girlfriend. She still surprises me sometimes.”
He turned to run but two golbats grabbed his arms and held him aloft in front of her. “And don’t even think about screaming. If you know anything, you know my darlings’ bite is poisonous.” She giggled manically.
“Who are you?” he said, his expression was way past fear, now showing utter horror.
“Oh just some audience members who were not enjoying you so called wonderful stories. So the King here is going to help you make some changes while I get some snacks,” she left not as dramatically as coming in.
“She’s always making me do the hard work,” he grumbled to himself, “You two be dears and let this traumatized man go we’ll get you a snack later, K? They set him down and flew up into the rafters waiting to be called on again.
“You sound like you two have practice in kidnapping people,” he tried to make sense of the situation.
“I have more experience than her, but I must say she is getting better at it,” he looked proud, in a weird sort of way, “We don’t like kidnapping people -for the most part- we actually take care of some kids at an orphanage during our free time.”
“How?” was all Brock could muster.
“How about while I’m adjusting the script I’ll tell you my tale Mr. Storyteller…,”
The lights dimmed and all of members of the audience were back in their seats including Acid and The King. She was sitting a tad straighter eager to hear the graphic tale they had written for him.
Brock walked onto the stage as cheers erupted from the audience. “We have a different story for you tonight. One I can truthfully say I’ve never told before,” he started, “It starts with, once upon a time. There was a Kingdom whose king and queen recently had a baby girl. The whole kingdom was happy and nothing could go wrong, until a dark lord set his sights on this kingdom.” A few of the younger members of the audience gasped, truly worried for the new Princess.
“That wasn’t the story I wrote,” the King said puzzled.
“He burned down the entire kingdom, only the princess survived,” people’s eyes studied their shoes; they weren’t prepared for a sad story. Acid found tears in her eyes as the story progressed, “The dark lord whisked the baby away to his castle and brought her up to be an evil ruler like himself. She became a mean bully who would insult people to no end. Now the evil lord had a daughter who thought what he was doing was wrong, she was named Elsie.”
“Elise, her name is Elise,” Acid whispered to herself.
“She kidnapped the princess and tried to teach her to be good. She learned little by little but still was mean from time to time. Now the dark lord was furious, how dare his own flesh and blood betray him? He found a prince who lived by himself in large castle away from any other person. All day and all night the prince made magic potions that could do all sorts of wondrous and horrible things,” more gasps came from all ages as Brock continued his tale.
“They aren’t magic potions they are scientific poisons,” the Poison King ranted.
“The prince was very cocky and called himself King. He wore a ridiculous hat like this,” Brock put on a sombrero earning much needed laughs from the audience. The Poison King about charged onto the stage if Acid had not held him back. “The dark lord showed him pictures of Elsie ordering him to capture her. But the “King” fell madly in love with the girl. He would find Elsie but he would keep her to himself. He kidnapped her several times and sent gifts and love potions. But everything failed for Elsie’s heart belonged to another!”
“Thanks for bringing up painful memories,” the Poison King grumbled. He had finally figured out what had happened. Brock wrote down the story the King was telling him and used that one instead!
“When the dark lord learned of his traitorous ways he sent his best operatives to take command of the King’s castle and dispose of him,” more gasps echoed in the audience, everyone was on the edge of their seats, “They burst into his castle and injured him severely then they took a random potion and forced it down his throat,” the King instinctively touched his throat were a few scars dotted his neck from the surprisingly sharp fingernails of the girl who scratched his throat. The same girl who was the current Unova league champion. “The potion turned the drinker into the pokemon they were most like the King turned into a wimpy ekans. They tossed him out into the wilderness where he slowly made his way to the only people he could turn to; Elsie and the princess.” Some of the older people laughed at the irony of the situation, “The princess found the half dead, what appeared to be a normal pokemon, lying in the road. She nursed it back to health and took very good care of it. When Elsie finally saw the ekans she knew at once who it was. Elsie has a gift where she could talk to pokemon. The King pleaded for help and Elsie said she would help him. The princess demanded something in payment however, if they helped him he had to tell her his name, and she would tell him hers to be fair.”
“You were very persistent,” the King commented.
“Shut up, it’s about to get good,” she said.
“The three infiltrated the castle. While Elsie distracted the grunts the princess and the King had to find the antidote. The two scaled the castle until they found his lab at the top of the highest tower. She careful made the antidote from the instructions and was about to give it to him when the lead operative made her way to the room. Although the princess defeated her, the operative unleashed a poison that made the princess fall into a deep sleep.”
“That didn’t happen!” Acid and the King objected.
“The King whispered his name into the princess’ ear and kissed her. Her eyelids fluttered open to watch the ekans turn back into the prince. She told him her name and they fell in love.”
“That's funny, I remember punching the operative in the face shoving the potion in your slimy pokemon mouth then shaking the life out of you until you told me your name then I reluctantly told you mine. I didn’t fall in love with you for like three years!”
“There is a reason I never told you the King and princess’ names. It is because nobody but they know, it is what keeps them together. Even if they argue, or she insults his funny hat. The End.” Applause thundered through the room.
After the performance the twosome marched onto the stage and met Brock in the wings. “I,” Acid started but could not find words, so she kicked him in the shin and ran off.
“Man, she can kick!” Brock gasped holding onto the area that would most likely have a bruise later.
“I know right? That’s her way of saying what you did infuriated me but I won’t kill you,” he said confidently. Brock looked confused. “She doesn’t hate you, she almost likes you.” Brock nodded, somewhat satisfied. “Bye,” The King walked off stage to follow his princess.
“Hey mommy that boy had a ridiculous hat like the King in the story!” a little kid said out loud.
Brock to not stay to hear how the King would likely to go on about. Brock was more or less content with the story. Though it wasn’t “the end” just yet, they had much more ahead of them. More than any storyteller could ever say.