Dark Type - Part 2 : Burdens Best Shoulder
No Yiff yet , it's late I had to stop writing and I thought I may as well turn this part over to the hounds.
Naturally it follows on from part one and gets darker.
Dark Type Part 2 Burdens Best Shoulder
It always pissed me off, I had missed mom too and he just walled everyone off. Then it was like he didn't even think about her any more; and now this.
I had a million things to scream at him, but I could'nt.
I could hear voices before I saw them, in the dark ahead of me there were a couple of teenagers stuffing around on their way somewhere.
Fuck this town has nowhere to go, surrounded by woods and the god damn hills and who hangs around at night anyway I muttered to myself.
I ducked down a short lane avoiding the people I saw up ahead and continued out to the edge of town.
I had walked for a while now, deciding i'd head out along the stream that ran by and through the west road.
Admittedly pretty dumb now that I had started to cool down, as everything comes out at night..
I guess i'm half lucky to be hearing only one set of prints behind me and I wasn't going to allow it to catch me whatever it was.
Fuck having no pokemon, 'nouther one of your failures dad.
I picked up my pace trying to keep listenning to whatever it was to find out if it was actively chasing me without giving too much away.
It's footfalls had sped up and before I knew what I was doing I had already started running. I ended up tripping twice and twisted my ankle the second time just as I was coming up to what looked like a farmstead.
I was dragging myself along as fast as I could, but I could tell the thing was gaining on me.
I was out of breath and frigging terrified as I collapsed against a post on the outer edge of the property, quickly scattering the dirt to find anything I could use to defend myself. I crawled under the greyish posts listenning as the prints got louder, backing away grasping the stone I managed to find.
That's when I saw the huge horrible yellow eye.
...
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I would like to say I stood my ground, threw the rock, hitting it squarely and making it to the farmstead, but the reality was far grittier.
I had turned to get away and not fast enough;
it had sunk it's teeth into my shoulder before I could even get up; and I couldn't even manage that.
Somewhere between rolling around on the ground and trying to get it off I had managed to catch a half decent blow.
It didn't go down, not at first.
It kept coming back at my legs and arms.
The final blow came when I caught the glimpse of a light, the creature momentarily distracted as I cracked it's skull sideways.
I had been crying out and crawling towards the house, but I never made it. I don't really know what happened after.
I had woken up at the pokemon center of all places.
Surely the stupid town had someone better than a vet nurse to look after me.
It turns out they did but this was the only decently equipped place the farmer could think of.
The nurse continued to drone on about how good it was that I had woken up, that the local doctor had come at once and basically pulled a whole nighter; something about blood and that a friend might not be so lucky.
I didn't really understand her and I was really tired as I muttered about dad.
She didn't quite catch me the first time, but she had suddenly stopped and was waiting on me.
About a minute later he was in the back of the center, I expected a look of anger, or maybe disapointment; who am I kidding I expected him to be frigging quietly looking at the bill.
He wasn't.
Oh it was quiet alright, if anything he looked... chaste and then I noticed the tear.
I hadn't seen him cry in a long time... then I hadn't really been seeing him IN a long time.
Get better son.
That was all he really said before he stood up and left.
Before I knew it the nurse was back in taking vitals and later that day when the doctor came back saying I had stabilised (No shit I was coherent) I was told I would be getting moved to an actual hospital,
Whiteridge... I had never heard of the place, it was some childrens hospital. They gave me needles, told me I needed to keep my strength up and changed dressings.
Tender love and care.
I laughed inwardly as I was finally allowed to go home literally at weeks end littered with stitches.
I certainly wasn't going to find it there and at home I didn't exactly know what I'd find.
Dad did make the trip, but we didn't really talk all that much.
It was like he didn't know how to approach anything, he just held my hand and I cried.
Then I was home.
Dad had gotten off work and apparently people weren't very happy, but at least he was here trying.
There wasn't much he could do, I was still stiff and sore the first few days; dressings needed to be changed.
There was nothing interesting to do, but lay in bed as the colour slowly came back to me.
We ended up talking only a little at first; about what attacked me, who lived along the road out west of town.
I ended up being given a book on species, in case I was interested in that sort of thing.
Then we talked about some of the other books i'd read and a little about his work at the moment.
He said he couldn't tell me much about it just that he had been studying the Unown.
It was weird he got this look in his eye and he was clearly passionate about it, but he kept reeling himself back in and going quiet and then worse playing it off like he was laughing at himself.
It was in a way a bit unsettling.