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Fear and Rage

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PART ONE
innocence lost, a friendship found

Aidan was only seven when he meet her. He had always been a very adventurous child. His nights would be spent in the large forests that surrounded the small village he lived in. To his mother’s discontent, he was notorious for sneaking out in the middle of the night to wonder the dark forests in search of fun and adventure.

On one particularly calm night he crawled out of his room onto a large sturdy tree outside his window and climbed down to the soft cool grass of his back yard. Being as quiet as he could he snuck out of his yard and skipped over the fence, nearly twice his size, that separate him from the dense, dark wilderness he longed for.

He had at the time felt no significance to this night. This would soon change as it would soon be a night that he would remember for the rest of his life. He cheerfully ran through the forest. Every few feet he would stop to climb a tree or jump over a stream. He knew this forest like nothing else in the world. He could tell you the location of any pond, or any river, or where one could find certain rare berries. He knew the names of every species that lived in it, and he had learned over time how to approach them without causing them fear or alarm. Others marveled at his ability to make even the most hostile beast seem tame after just a gentle touch. The forest was his true home, and its creature were his true friends and family.

He jumped a bush as he laughing with glee. He landed in a crouch, then sending all his energy to his feet o sent himself flying into the air onto a low hanging branch. He swung for a moment, but his childish giggling came to a halt when he realized something was not right.

He had played in the forest long enough to know when something was wrong, and something was very wrong. He dropped from the tree and stood motionless on the soft patch of tall grass below him. The woods had suddenly gone silent. He turned slowly, closely examining his surroundings. The only noise that pierced the darkness was the light wind going over tips of the trees. He turned slowly, getting a god view of where he was.

In the darkness a small childlike cry of pain came out. Aiden sprung to action. Without thinking he ran toward the sounds. He wasn’t sure what he had heard, but he knew it needed help and he knew that the chances of anybody else being in the forest at this hour to aid it were nil. He vaulted over a small cluster shrubs and bushes, and darted straight through thorny thickets. They ripped at his exposed lower legs but he continued to run without taking the time to even realize that he was in pain.

He came to a small clearing, separate in equal halves down the middle by a small clear stream that made the only noise in the otherwise silent patch of grass and flowers. On the side of the clearing opposite to him Aidan could see a small motionless figure spread out on the ground. He slowly approached. Aiden so captivated by the seemingly lifeless form that he almost stumbled into the water. He cautiously stepped over the small stream and walked walked without a sound toward the figure on the ground. Upon reaching it he kneeled down. It was human in shape, but far to small to be one. It was lying face down and a small patch of grass. Aidan noticed that the grass surrounding it was not the same shade of blue that the rest of the clearing had been cast in the full moon's light. It was darker. It was stained with blood.

Fearing the worst, he slowly turned the small body on its back, realizing for the first time what it was. He couldn’t help but reach down and pick up the still body of the Kirlia. He held her in his arms and looked down at her still face. It too was stained with crimson blood. Aidan couldn’t help but start to cry, unaware of what else there was to do. A single drop of his salty tears dropped off of this round, childish chin, and landed with a small splash on the still, smooth face of the Kirlia. Then, to Aidan’s amazement, she slowly opened her weak, red eyes and looked up at him.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to be alright. I won’t let anything hurt you,” he said softly to her. Holding her up to his body and running, with her in his arms, for his house.

Our story starts ten years later, and to that day Aiden never once broke that promise.
 
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Well, this is...interesting, I think it was well written but you really need to work on your paragraphing/at least put a line between them.
I quite liked this, I'll read more when you post another chapter but try to make it longer.
 
(just a note, I will now be adding a custom sprite made from scratch to each update... simply because I enjoy making them and they may help to get my vision across)

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- Jade

Part 2
Glances and Herbs

Aiden, now seventeen years old, walked down the market street calmly. His presence in the city had caused a commotion, and large crowds gathered to see him. He had over the course of the past few years grown into a tall man, with a solid build, a muscular frame, and an intimidating face. His eyes were those of a man who had seen things best unseen. His skin was pale, as if it had never felt of a sun’s beam. He had long, almost wild brown hair which he had tied behind his head with a small strand of found twine. Behind him a tall thin gardevoir followed through the streets like a dancer.

People gawked at the two for many reasons. The first of which was because they were rarely seen in public, as Aiden had decided a few years back to cut all his contacts with the outside world and live in a small cabin in the forest.

The second was the unusual manner in which he dressed, wearing mainly shades of black and red with very heavy fabrics and large combat boots. Around his neck sat a chain necklace with a small smooth stone placed at the end. His gardevoir also wore a necklace, very beautiful, delicate, and made of jade. It shone in the bright sunlight, sending out brilliant bands of green light.

The third was the unusual height of the gardevoir, who was more than a foot taller than average, and the unusually long length of her gown like body which flowed weightlessly in the light breeze. She gracefully trailed behind him, with steps that would make a ballerina envious.

There was one final reason why so many people had suddenly dropped what they were doing to turn in amazement to stare wide-eyed at the two. There was a rumor going around, a rumor about why the amount of crime in the surrounding areas had been steadily dropping. The rumor stated a masked man clad in red and black had been seen in the forest accompanied by an abnormally large gardevoir. It was whispered that this man had on more than one occasion stopped bandits from harming innocent citizens. There was only one person who fit the description of this man, and he was making his way down market street.

Aiden continued to stroll down the street, appearing unaware of the still and awkward atmosphere he had caused around him. He took slow and heavy footsteps which echoed through the streets. Everybody was still, each step of his foot sending a chill up their backs. He made his way to a black tent-like stand at the end of the street and slipped inside without a word. His gardevoir followed. He quietly browsed through the goods of the stand, quickly catching the attention of the old man who was tending it.

“Sir, um..” the elderly man was forced to take a second to collect his thoughts, “what are you doing here in the middle of the day?”

“I know we are accustomed to doing business at night, but this is an emergency. I need herbs. Give me whatever you have that would be best at treating burn wounds on a young glaceon.” Aiden

The old man, not wanting to ask any further questions turned to a towering stack of crates and began to dig through his large collection of fresh plants. He soon produced a handful of leaves. The old man carefully placed them with care in a small paper bag, which he handed to Aiden.

“Before you go I have something for Jade,” the old man smiled. He reached behind the counter and pulled out a large round piece of fruit. “I know she loves sweet food, and we just got a shipment of these. Its on the house.” He tossed it at the tall gardevoir, who caught it and took a large bite. Her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her face as the flavor sunk in. She gave a curtsy as a thanks and took another large chump out.

“What do I owe you for the herbs Frankie?” Aiden asked as he placed them in a small satchel at his side.

“You saved my life last year, I couldn’t think of making you pay to save others. Just make sure to come by sometime soon and tell me how that glaceon is doing,” the old man laughed, then his face suddenly switch over to one of concern, “oh... and, promise me you will be careful.”

“You always make me promise that, and I always say I will.”

“Somebody aught to tell you once in a while,” the old man smiles, “take it easy.”
 
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- Rage

Part 3
Two Men, One Body

Aiden returned to his cabin as fast as humanly possible. He entered to see two Pokemon waiting. The first was a young glaceon. It lay motionless in a small cot off to the corner of the room. She slept gently, which gave Aiden a feeling of relief. Only earlier that morning the poor thing had been in to much pain to move, eat, or rest.

He removed the leaves from his satchel and went to work using them on the multiple areas of scared tissue. He moved slowly and gently, and was able to complete this task without disturbing the small glaceon’s slumber.

The second Pokemon who had been awaiting his return was a large gengar whom he had come to call Shadow. Shadow, like Jade, was not an average model of his species. He was about the right height, weight, size, and shape of a normal heathy gengar, except for the odd fact that the two largest spikes on his head were nearly double the size they should have been. The pointed up into the air almost like two large ears and would often accompany his facial expressions in conveying Shadow’s emotion.

They were drooped down in sorrow. A large frown was spread across the ghostly face. Like Aiden and Jade, Shadow could not stand to see another living thing in pain, and he had kept the tiny glaceon company until it was able to drift off to sleep. This would seem like a complete contradiction to most people, who viewed gengars as vicious and cruel monsters. Shadow had never been able to comprehend why people would believe this, as he had been a caring creature ever since he was a young gastly. Even when trying to help people, he was often seen as a menace and cast out. It was because of this that he eventually found Aiden, who from the start knew the gengar with the abnormally large spikes meant no harm.

Like Jade, Shadow did not officially belong to Aiden. Aiden didn't believe that one could own another living thing, and he refused to use Pokeballs. Whenever Shadow did travel with Aiden, he tended to do so in the cover of Aiden’s own shadow. This was partly out of nature, as it is something all gengar enjoyed doing, and because Shadow had long ago lost all interest in dealing with people.

Aiden sat down and made himself a small dinner of from fruit and toast, as it was all he had left to eat. Along with being a strong advocator of not using Pokeballs, he was also a strict vegetarian. He gave Shadow a few berries he had picked earlier that week, which Shadow caught midair with his tongue and swallowed in a single gulp. Aiden did some stretches, organized some things, then got ready for the night ahead of him.

Aiden opened the door to the backroom of the cabin, the only other room besides the living area at the front of the cabin. He entered without the other Pokemon. He always like to get prepared alone. He closed the door, plunging the windowless room into darkness. He removed a small panel from the floor, and removed his equipment bag. Tonight- he thought- I’m going to find whomever is responsible for that glaceon’s burns, and I’m going to make them feel the pain it has felt.

He pulled out a large red piece of cloth which he tied around his neck forming a cape. He knew that a man of his age wearing one was rather juvenile, but something about it seem to give him an almost otherworldly look. He the removed a black piece of fabric which he pulled over his head to keep his hair out of view. Then, slowly, as to saver the feeling of his favorite moment in the day, he lifted the heavy metal mask and place it over his face.

He was no longer Aiden. He was no longer the mild mannered hermit who kept to himself in the forest. He was now a different man entirely. He was now a man who wasn’t afraid to do what needed to be done. He was a gardian. He was a protecter of the forest. Aiden was gone. Rage stood up, feeling the surge of power he always felt when he made his transformation. He removed a blade from the hidden area under his floor and slide in with care into the scabbard opposite to his satchel. He removed two other smaller daggers and placed them in two crossed sheaths on his back below the cape. He took a deep breath, cleared his head of all remaining thoughts that still belonged to Aiden, and opened the door.
 
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Wow, this is a great story! :D

Although, You have minor grammar errors, but you can fix that after you finish your story if you'd like :D

Also, I think you should look over a few sentences and see if you can shorten them up.


For example:

"There was a rumor going around, a rumor about why the amount of crime in the surrounding areas had been steadily dropping. The rumor stated a masked man clad in red and black had been seen in the forest accompanied by an abnormally large gardevoir. It was whispered that this man had on more than one occasion stopped bandits from harming innocent citizens. There was only one person who fit the description of this man, and he was making his way down market street.
"


You can shorten it like this:

There was a rumor going around as to why the crime in the said areas were dropping: A masked man in red and black clothing and an abnormally large Gardevoir had been seen in the forest. It's been reported that the mysterious man now walking down the market street had been saving citizens from bandits.


Keep up the good work :D
 
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- Shadow

Part 4
A Dancer’s Nightmare

Rage stepped into the front room just as the sun began to set under the horizon. Jade and Shadow were waiting. Jade had removed her necklace, not wanting to loose it during the course of the night. It had been given to her by Aiden when he was still 7, and it was her most prized possession. She had tied a red band around her head, with a small black skull insignia on it. Rage wore the same skull design on his shirt. The small skull, like the rest of his outfit, had been chosen with one thing in mind, fear. Rage always saw fear as his greatest weapon against the scum of the world. As he put it- everybody fears those who are evil; I give those who are evil something to fear. Jade opened a small container of black makeup and using her figures placed a black streak under each of her eyes.

Shadow was waiting at the door, prepared for the night ahead of him. He never took the time to dress up like Jade and Rage, figuring that he was already terrifying enough as he was. Just before they left Rage checked up on the young glaceon to make sure that she was still alright. They then went out into the night.

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Ashley, age 16, was making her way home from he dance class. She had always had dreams of being a professional ballerina, and she had created a habit of practicing whenever she could find the time. She took the long walk home to her advantage, dancing gracefully as she made her way home. Whenever she came across a hand railing, she would stretch, and whenever she stepped under a street light she imaged it was a lone spotlight focused on her as an invisible crowd clapped and cheered.

When she danced the world around her seemed to fade into a blur. All she could think about was the movement of her body, and the feeling of the light, cool breeze as it passed around her. Her long pink and white dress twilled with each spin, and her long black hair flowed out from under her white sunhat. The moon was full and the streets were empty. She hummed a nameless tune as she passed the closed stores and dark houses. She was unaware that a shadowy figure had been following her for almost five blocks.

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Jade froze and stared off into the distance. A set of images flashed through her head, she was seeing something that was about to happen. Rage took notice.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. She nodded. He saw the worry on her face, he knew that she was seeing something horrific.

“Is there still time?” he asked, hoping that they events going through her mind could be prevented. She couldn’t respond. She wasn’t sure if she could make it in time.

“You lead the way,” Rage said. She took off toward the town, hoping she wasn’t too late.

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Ashley turned onto Oak Street. Ever since she was a little girl this had been one of her favorite spots in the city. She saw it as a border where the city stopped, and the wilderness began. To her right stood the impressive buildings, which glowed in shades of blue and gold in the night. To her left stood the forest. It sat pitch black and still. She danced onto the long narrow street, enjoying the peace and stillness of everything. The peace was soon broken. A deep voice emerged from a nearby alleyway.
“Hey there pretty.”

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Jade was now in full sprint, with Rage trailing behind her and Shadow soaring through the air above her. Rage could not help but feel pride as he looked around him and saw the team he had formed all completely focused on a single goal. Jade couldn’t take the time to appreciate the bond though, as she did her best to ignore the awful images in her head and focus on preventing them from happening. She could see that somebody was about to be put in a situation of danger, and if she wasn’t fast enough she knew that somebody was going to be killed.

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Ashley screamed as a large man in a jean jacket jumped out and grabbed her by the wrists. She quickly kicked back, hitting in his gut, which was solid enough to absorb most of the impact. His grip tightened as he let out a low grunt of pain from the blow. Ashley continued to struggle, and his grip grew tighter. There was a snap. A surge of pain traveled through her body, tears ran down her face, and an ear-piercing scream escaped from her lips. He had broken her wrist. She sent another kick backward, this time hitting its mark. The large man gave out a holler of pain as her foot landed between his legs. He fell to ground, trying his best to prevent himself from vomiting. She broke free and went running for the forest. The man gathered all his strength, still dizzy and in pain, and took off after her.
 
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This is a short update, with no sprite... I know, I'm a bad person for it... ^_^
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Part 4.5
A Dancer’s Nightmare Continued...

Ashley ran as fast as her legs could manage, but the large man quickly started to catch up. She screamed out for help, doubting that anybody would be able to heat her cries. As she made her way deeper and deeper into the forest the thought dawned on her that she should have ran for the city instead of taking off into the wilderness. In her moment of fear and pain she had made a huge mistake, and now it seemed she was all-alone in the forest with this mad man. This thought helped to scare her into increasing her speed. She jumped a small stream and prepared to find a way to turn around and head back for the city. She was now starting to loose the man, who was getting tired from the constant running. Between his heavy pants of exhaustion he began to scream at her, calling her names and making violent, graphic threats. She turned for a second to see how far she had gotten ahead of him. In this short second she neglected to see the small hole in the ground. At full speed her foot plunged into the deep hole. Her ankle was twisted at an awful angle, and she hit the ground. She was unable to stand. It seemed that she now had two broken bones.

She could hear the man laughing as he caught up to her. She looked up to see his silhouetted form against the moon. His eyes glowed brightly with desire in the night. He was no longer running. He calmly approached her, knowing that she wasn’t going anywhere. Something odd caught her eye. She realized that there was now another shadowy figure in the darkness. It was quickly coming towards the tall man. The tall man had his eyes on his prize, and he neglected to notice that he was no longer alone until something leaped out and grabbed him.

A bulky man wearing dark colors jumped out of nowhere. He grabbed the violent large man around the neck and forced him to the ground. Ashley could barely see what was happening in the darkness, but for a moment she caught a glance at this new man’s face, or lack of one. He wore a metal mask colored in shades of black and red, with two dark glass eyeholes with reflected the moonlight causing them to glow like those of a demon.

“Let go of me you freak!” the large man hollered. The man in the mask was quickly loosing his hold. He was large, but not as large as the bulky man he was attempting to hold down.

For a moment, Ashley began to feel lightheaded. She looked down at her feet and realized for the first time that she was bleeding. Her leg glimmered with the glint of blood reflected in moonlight. She looked up just in time to see another figure jump from the forest. It was tall, lean, and appeared to be wearing a long gown. It was followed by a shorter fatter figure with glowing red eyes and two large spikes on its head. The two helped to wrestle the man back down. Ashley’s vision was going blurry. She was loosing blood fast. Right before she passed out she looked up and thought with a light head, “hey look, a gardevoir. How pretty.” Everything went black.
 
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Part 5
Questions and Pain

Ashley opened her eyes. She was surrounded by darkness. Her eyes darted back and forth, unable to see anything in the blackness. She slowly became aware of where she was. She felt that she was lying in a bed. She slowly shifted her weight to her side, only to feel a surge of pain swim through her. Its origin seemed to be her leg. She reached down in the dark with her right hand. Under the heavy quilt that covered her she could feel her ankle. It had been carefully rapped up, and she couldn’t touch it without a surge of pain coming as a response. She slowly raised her arm up and skimmed it gently over her left wrist. It was also in bandages.

The last events she could remember suddenly flooded through her mind. She remembered being attacked by a man. Tears began to arise as she wondered what else had happened. She had blacked out.

She suddenly remembered that she had seen another man in the woods. Was it an accomplish? No. He had stopped the first man. Her head ached as she did her best to remember. She remembered feeling like she was flying, and momentary opening her eyes to see she was being carried at incredible speeds by a man in a metal mask. That mask stood out in her mind. She remembered that it looked like it was designed with the soul purpose of conveying hate and anger, and yet, she recalled not feeling fear. She remembered feeling safe in these arms.

She carefully turned out of the bed. Her feet gently landed on the ground. What happened to my shoes- she thought as the cold chill of the hard wood floor gently met her naked foot. She came to her feet, putting all her weight on her good foot.

Her eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. The room was almost completely empty. There was the bed, and a small dresser. She bent down over the dresser and noticed that atop it sat the very mask she remembered seeing. She lightly ran down it with the tips of her fingers. It was freezing cold, and yet it seemed to bring comfort to her. She lifted it and examined it further. It was heavier than she would have guess, made out of a solid piece of thick steel. She carefully placed it were she had found it. Ashley scanned the room and discovered a lone door on the other side. A thin sheet of light crept under the small space below, and shadows danced back and forth from the other side. She approached the door, suddenly feeling cold. She looked down and realized that her dress was gone. She was wearing a long nightgown that she didn’t recognize. All her feelings of comfort drained out within seconds. Somebody had changed her into this while she was out cold.

Anger filled in the void the comfort had just left She charged at the door, ignoring the searing bolts of pain her foot shot up in protest. She turned the knob and almost tumbled into the next room.

On the other side sat a young man, who had been nursing a glaceon with a small bottle at the center of the room before she burst in. Behind his a odd looking gengar was hanging out of a cot attached to the wall. On the far side of the cabin a tall gardevoir was standing in a small makeshift kitchen making what appeared to be a bowl of soup.

This was hardly what Ashley had been expecting. The man stood up with a smile on his face.

“Did you sleep well,” his voice was deep, but caring. It took Ashley a moment to remember that she was angry, but once she did it returned with a vengeance.

“Who the hell are all you, and why am I here?” were the first words she could think of, but she soon came up with more to add, “were exactly am I? What happened to my dress? I swear to god if you did anything to me I’ll... I’ll...”

“Please calm down. You’re still weak after your fall in the forest,” his voice was still perfectly calm, as if he was completely oblivious that he was being accused of rape, “Your in a cabin located in the middle of the forest. I was going to take you to the hospital, but your wounds required immediate care and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get you into the city before you bled out. My name is Aiden and I promise that the only time I laid a hand on you was when I patched up those broken bones of yours... um... you might want to take a seat. That foot is still extremely fragile and I’d hate to have to set it again. As for the night gown, that was Jade’s idea,” he pointed to the gardevoir, “She believed you would be more comfortable in that than your muddy wet dress. I promised I was not in the room when she cleaned you up and put you in that.”

Ashley was at a loss for words. She felt that she should still be mad about something, but she couldn’t find anything to feel anger about. She fell back into a seat and watch with an expressionless face as everybody else in the room seemed to jump straight back into what they were doing as if she wasn’t there. A sudden thought jumped into her head. She wasn’t sure if she should ask it, but it seemed to jump out of her mouth none-the-less.

“Did- did you kill him? The man in the woods?” her words shook, she wasn’t sure what answer to expect, and didn’t know what answer she wanted to hear. Aiden laughed gently, as if a bad joke had just been told. He shook his back and forth.

“No, no, no. I don’t kill. I teach lessons. Death would be too good for slim like that. I hate to get into the details. Lets just settle with saying that he will never mess with you ever again... Or any other woman for that matter.” He stood up and gently placed the young glaceon on a cot below the gengar. “I know you are still probably wondering many things, but you’ve only been asleep for about two hours now. I feel that you really should get some more rest before you get up and about. Would you like a bowl of soup or a glass of water first?”

Ashley’s eyes slowly drifted down. She felt shame. She could now see that this man truly meant no harm to her. She felt a rush of guilt rush through her like a dark poison.

“I am still pretty tired,” she admitted shyly, “but I don’t think I could eat.”

“Well, it is up to you,” Aiden smiled as he returned to his seat at the table. Ashley hadn’t just admitted to it for his benefit. She was still exhausted. She went to stand back up, forgetting for a moment that her foot was broken. She yelped in pain as she jumped onto her other foot. Aiden flew out of his seat, almost knocking over the table and came to her side. He supported her as she limped her way back to the bed. He helped her back in and pulled the covers over her.

“I’ll be right out in the front room if you need anything,” he said quietly as he exited the room and closed the door. Ashley’s eyes fell shut again.

Just a fun little author's note, I have a little writers trademark that keeps popping up in my stories on accident. Alliteration. I once wrote a story with 5 main characters who all started with the letter S. The first 3 of which were accidents, and the last 2 I did just so I wouldn't break the pattern.

I don't know why this keeps happening in my stories, as I pick the character names seemingly at random, but it looks like it happened again. The only 2 human main characters to be introduced are named Aiden and Ashley. Also, Aiden's current Pokemon are a Gardevoir, Gengar, and he is taking care of a Glaceon. Once again this was all just an accident, but it is funny to see how this keeps happening to me.
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Wow. That. Was. AWESOME!!!!! I wonder what he did to that guy? Anyway, I can't wait for the next one!
 
Oh my god look somebody is bumping an old topic quick call the cops! Chill, this is my story and I'm pretty sure the admins and mods would be cool with me bumping to tell you that I am thinking of continuing this story. I'm sorry for the abrupt stop I made before but I can't stand leaving a fanfic like this just hanging.

I'll probably have the next chapter up by the end of the week.
 
Well something is better then nothing I guess

Part 6
Morning

When Ashley awoke again she had to take a moment to make sure that the events prior had not been a dream. This short moment of uncertainty quickly vanished when she looked beside herself and realized that the mask that had been laying beside the bed the night before was now next to her. Ashley suddenly realized that she had awoke again momentarily and grabbed the mask, holding it against her as a child would hold a teddy bear.
She carefully removed the quilt from on top of her, making sure to do her best to not touch her injured foot and wrist.

Ashley gently lifted up and sat for a moment on the edge of the large bed. There was a knock on the door, followed by a man's voice.
"May I come in?" he asked. Ashley froze for a moment in remembering the strange man she had met the night before.
"I suppose so," was all she could think to say. The door slowly crept open and the man entered the room. Ashley suddenly realized that she no longer remembered what his name was. She struggled for a moment. It most certainly started with an A, she thought.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he entered, "I heard you tossing last night."
"I'm fine," she answered shyly. She paused for a moment when a thought stuck her, "do you ever sleep?"
"Not when there is somebody in my care. My needs always come second to other's," he answered with absolute sincerity. Ashley was still struggling to remember her savoir's name.
"I'm glad to see you are up, do you think you are strong enough to make it out of the forest? I'll escort you of course," he paused, "heck I'll even carry you if your foot it to injured."
"Why do you ask?" Ashly seemed puzzled, feeling almost as if he was trying to get rid of her.
"You have a family right?" he asked, "they are probably worried about you." This hit Ashley pretty hard. She had completely forgotten about how her poor mother must have felt.
"You didn't tell anybody that I am here?" she was shocked.
"Well for one thing I had no time. You have no idea how quickly you were bleeding out. Also, if it isn't evident, the things I do out here don't exactly sit well with the people in the city. They are happy to let me keep them safe so long as they don't have to see or hear anything for me. The cops don't seem to care now, but if I were to waltz into the station to inform them that I have an unidentified girl sitting in my cabin they would probably arrest me on the spot without question."
Ashley thought about it for a second and understood.
 
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Amazing.
Your chapters are rather short, but each of them is worth it. You have a few grammar mistakes, but nothing huge. The plot is extremely original, and it's well-written.
I was amused by the alliteration. That is a rather odd coincidence.
I can't really say more. I was entranced by this story and I sincerely hope you will continue it! Well done!!!
 
Part 7
Savoir

The young man helped Ashley into the other room where she was greeted by the Pokemon from the night before. Suddenly a name popped into Ashley’s mind.
“Aiden!” she said the name aloud as it finally popped back into her head. His name was Aiden!
“Yes?” Aiden responded, assuming she was trying to get his attention. Ashley turned bright red when she realized that she had said her thoughts aloud.
“Oh, um... I,” she suddenly struggled to come up with a question to hide her mistake, “I was wondering... um... why that glaceon wasn't out with you last night when you save me?” She pointed at the young glaceon sitting in the center of the room as she said the first thing to pop inter her mind.
“It isn’t exactly on my team. I was nursing it back to health. I saved it in the forest, kind of like you,” Aiden seemed slightly suspicious as to whether Ashley had actually been wondering about that. Ashley kneeled down beside the young glaceon and lightly pet behind it’s ears. The glaceon immediately responded by hoping up into Ashley’s arms.
“She likes you,” Aiden told Ashley as the glaceon cuddled up in her arms, “I’m glad to see the poor little thing is still capable of trusting humans after what she has been through.”

Ashley looked down and noticed some scared tissue on the glaceons side that had recently been a rather bad burn wound. A tear formed in the corner of her eye as she decided it was best to not ask what exactly had happened to the poor thing.

Aiden took a seat at the lone table in the room and finished up a plate of breakfast that had been laying there. He offered Ashley some food as well but she couldn’t seem to find the appetite to eat anything.

“We’ll leave in a few minutes after I get a few things finished around here,” Aiden told Ashley as he took his plate to the sink at the far side of the room and washed it. Aiden then began to clean things up a bit.

After a few minutes Aiden couldn't help but start to feel awkward about the silence that had started when he began to work. He decided to try starting some small talk, an art he had never had the time to master.
“So, um- what do you like to do? Like, you know. A hobby or something?” Aiden did his best to remember what kinds of things normal people who didn’t live alone in the woods talked about. Ashley didn’t seem to mind the awkwardness and brightened up.
“Well I really like to dance, one day I hope to be–” she froze mid sentence. Her eyes slowly drifted down to the bandages wrapped around her mangled ankle. Even with his limited people skills, Aiden instantly knew exactly what she was thinking.
“The break isn’t all that bad. Once it heals up you should be able to do anything you could do before. That might be a month or two but it shouldn’t cause any permanent damage,” he tried his best at cheering her up. Her eyes remained locked onto her foot. Then Aiden realized that it wasn’t just dancing she was thinking about.

After any terrible incident there was always that one moment when suddenly the reality of exactly what had happened sets in, thought Aiden as he watched all emotion drain from Ashley’s face.
“He was going to kill me,” she mumbled, “I was seconds away from being killed. One moment you are dancing in the streets and the next you a laying in the middle of the forest with blood pouring out of you. If you hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t be here.” She spoke with no emotion. It seemed that her brain had suddenly given up on finding the proper way to feel about the situation and in response just left a blank void where emotion should have been. Aiden took a seat next to Ashley. He had nothing to say. He had no idea what to do. He just sat there, hoping that her knowing that she wasn’t alone might be worth something, anything. She slowly set the Glaceon down onto the ground at her side and the bent over to run her fingers down her wrapped angle. When she sat up again her face was still void of emotion. Slowly her eyes drifted beside her and met Aiden’s. Without warning tears began to run down her face as her eyes reddened and her lips trembled. With lightning quick speed the leaned over and wrapped her arms around her savior as salty tears ran down her face.
“Thank you so much,” were the only words she could manage to let out between her sobbing breaths. Aiden, completely shocked, slowly lifted his arms and rapped them around Ashley in response. As he held her he could not think of any words worth saying. The two sat together in silence. The rest of the world seemed to stop. The rest of the world was gone. There was only a girl who had only just learned what fear was, and a boy who had only just saved her from it.

Author note

It is because of stuff like this that I love writing. There is nothing more fun to write then pure emotions.
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Nice chapter! It is a little short though, and I think you could have added the part about her actually going home in there (unless you wanted that to be unshown?).
A couple of spelling errors,, but nothing big. It was well-written, so other than the chapter length, excellent job!
 
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