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Chapter 77

    Chapter 77


    <strong>CHAPTER 77</strong>


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">“I love you, son. This wasn’t your fault. You aren’t weak,” he said. “You’re perfect.”</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chase Karlson woke up with Riolu worryingly shaking him. He got up, spat out a mouthful of dust, and he felt at his face. It was caked with dirt and bleeding. The teenager stared at the ceiling he had just fallen from and saw thousands of shining crystals illuminating this part of the cave. His right shoulder and upper arm hurt like hell, and he couldn’t put too much weight on his left knee. Chase shivered, and his teeth chattered. It was so <em><span style="font-weight:400">cold.</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Still, he was alive somehow. Chase touched his head and was happy to feel his trusted cap still on it. Luckily, it had grown slightly too small for him, so it stuck to his head easily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Ri,” Chase said with a wince. Suddenly, he felt a surge of panic. “Where’s Charjabug?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Riolu pointed toward the Pokeballs still attached to his waist and nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You put him back in? Was he injured from the fall?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The fighting type nodded again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good,” Chase said before his foot started to bounce. “Got no potions to heal him up though, couldn’t afford ‘em.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He should never havee to this cave. A fucking Rhyperior? How had it even evolved? Humans didn’t even know what triggered their evolution, so to see one in the <em><span style="font-weight:400">wild?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Plus, it reminded him too much of the Iron Inds. Falkirk had been built in one of the cave’s entrances, and the ground shaking reminded him of<em><span style="font-weight:400"> that </em><span style="font-weight:400">day, which is why he had frozen up and fallen down there in the first ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He and his team had paid the price for it. And it gave him this shitty ass dream that he hadn’t gotten in years.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We need to find a way out of here,” Chase said. “Maybe find some of the people who fell down there on the way. Your aura’s still fucked from the cave?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Riolu,” He said with a disappointed nod.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Even worse than before, huh? No prob. It’s about time I and the others start pulling our weight,” Chase said before grabbing a Pokeball. He released Houndour, who whined worriedly. His body warmth was a nice rest from the frigid temperature. “I’m fine. Just a few scratches. I need you to guide us and find a way out. Keep an eye out for threats.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The dark type barked, and Chase began following him with a limp. The rational part of him wanted to just high-tail it out of here. Even though it pissed him off, he recognized that his skills as a trainer were nowhere near what was needed to survive <em><span style="font-weight:400">down here</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Chase stared around the dimly lit cave. There was no clear exit, and staring up, the hole seemed to have closed, or at least he had ended up somewhere that wasn’t anywhere near it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If he hadn’t followed Obel deeper into the cave, everything would have been fine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But Chase couldn’t stop himself. She was clearly unwell and suffering from… something. Chase couldn’t really imagine what had pushed her this far. In his mind, Obel had been born with everything she could ever ask for and <em><span style="font-weight:400">more</em><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chase started to think more about the fall. He had been falling right next to the others, and yet they were nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately, logic seemingly didn’t apply to Mount Cor. He sucked in air through his teeth as pain racked his leg. His best hope of surviving was finding the others, even though it hurt to admit it— even more than his injuries. Still, Pastel was sick, and Obel was down in the dumps— only Williams seemed to be fine, which made Chase hope he’d be the one he found.<span style="font-weight:400">


    <span style="font-weight:400">With his shit luck, though, he’d probably end up finding one of the girls. If he even found anybody at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If they survived, they’ll fucking owe me big.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">——


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia tumbled through the air with a shriek, but her body suddenly came to a stop a few feet off a giantke. It hovered there for a few seconds before dropping again, and she fell into the water and swam up, her body not even <em><span style="font-weight:400">registering </em><span style="font-weight:400">the cold. It took a few seconds for it to finally seep into her skin and down to her <em><span style="font-weight:400">bones</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Her skin felt like ice,pletely numb to the touch. Every inch— every pore hurt so badly it was like her skin was getting stabbed by thousands of tiny needles. Every gasp of air was painful and burned her throat and lungs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was shaking too much. Cecilia could barely control her hand when she released her Deino and Fletchinder. Slowpoke had been out of his Pokeball to break her fall with Confusion just in time. The water typezily swam up to her and out of the undergroundke.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“F—F—Fletchinder, I—I need you— you to warm me up. Deino t—too,” Cece stammered, her teeth chattering so loudly it echoed through the cave. She stared guiltily at Fletchinder, who was still angry at her foring to such a ce and endangering herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Deino grunted and blew a small, continuous Incinerate next to her while Fletchinder’s body burst into mes with me Charge. Cecilia quickly took off her clothes and began drying herself as fast as she could. She had messed up, and messed up badly. Grace, Denzel, and that other boy had fallen down here, and it was all her fault. <em><span style="font-weight:400">All her fault</em><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now they might be dead while she still lived.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">They can’t be dead. They can’t. No, no, no, no, it couldn’t be—</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Suddenly, she heard a coughing from theke. Cecilia hurried to grab her shlight and pointed it toward the body of water. There were some crystals lighting up a further section of the cave <em><span style="font-weight:400">far</em><span style="font-weight:400"> up ahead, but it was still somewhat dark here. She saw a human figure struggling to swim— no, it would be more urate to say that they were iling underwater.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hold on, I’ve got you!” Cecilia said before remembering that she ought not to yell. “Slowpoke, go help them!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The psychic type let out aining yawn, but he sank into theke, approached the drowning figure, and used Confusion to lift <em><span style="font-weight:400">Denzel</em><span style="font-weight:400"> out of the water. The teenager was just as cold as Cecilia had been, and he was hacking liquid out of his lungs. Cece hit his back, trying her best to help, and after around thirty seconds, he seemed to be fine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fucking hell,” he breathed out. “Tha— thank you for saving me—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Take off your clothes! You need to dry and warm yourself, or you’ll die!” Cecilia yelled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Denzel let out a hiss of pain as he moved his arms to take off his wet coat. “I’m so happy you’re alive. We must have fallen from one hundred feet into the water,” he stammered as Cece wrapped his towel around him and had her Pokemon dry him. “I managed to recall Eevee while I was swimming, but I underestimated how <em><span style="font-weight:400">heavy</em><span style="font-weight:400"> everything got when it was wet. I got tired… and I couldn’t go on—” Another wince. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck! </em><span style="font-weight:400">I feel like I’ve just run straight into concrete. The adrenaline’s leaving me, I might have a few broken bones somewhere,” he continued before his eyes widened. “Wait. Have you seen Grace anywhere?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia’s heart began to race with anxiety, and she had to steel herself not to cry.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No…” she said with a slight sob. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know where she is.”</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Denzel began to breathe quickly. “She… she had Frillish and Togetic still out. Togetic could have stopped her fall with Extrasensory, and Frillish could have helped her out of the water. She’s… she’s fine. We’ll find her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We will,” Cece whispered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her words were doing very little to convince even herself. Grace might be dead, and it was <em><span style="font-weight:400">all her fault</em><span style="font-weight:400">. She would never forgive herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We have to get going. The quicker we group up, the more chances Grace has of being unhurt. We mighte across Chase too, and he might be able to help us find her,” Denzel said in a determined tone before standing up. “My legs seem fine… my ribs and my arms hurt like hell. I can manage.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He grabbed Eevee’s Pokeball and released him. The normal type let out a cry of relief when he saw his trainer was still unharmed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry for worrying you,” Denzel said, wincing as he petted Eevee. “Grace is missing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Eevee immediately grimaced, his face full of worry.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My shlight’s gone,” he continued. “Dropped in the water when I was panicking. Cecilia still has hers, but our visibility is terrible. We’re going to need your hearing to guide us.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Vee!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right on,” Denzel said. “I reckon we should head toward the part with all the crystals?” he asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My shlight won’t have batteries forever, so I think that would be best,” Cecilia nodded before recalling Fletchinder. There were too many rock types lurking in the shadows to risk her. Deino and Slowpoke would suffice for now, even though the water type despised walking, and his sensing powers seemed to be affected by the cave. “Plus, Grace would probably head toward there too. It’s the only ce with lights. Are you dry?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dry enough,” he quickly replied as he put on fresh new clothes. “Thank Arceus, our bags are water-proof. Let’s go.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia could only help but hope they would find Grace and escape.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But even if she made it back to civilization, she would be doomed, and the others would potentially be too.


    <span style="font-weight:400">To think that her father would go <em><span style="font-weight:400">that far</em><span style="font-weight:400">. To make her worst fear a reality.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cece shuddered, and it wasn’t because of the cold.


    <span style="font-weight:400">——


    <span style="font-weight:400">I passed through a strange patch of air and then fell onto the cold, hard, rocks. My fall hadn’t been fast enough to injure, but it still fucking hurt. I groaned and clutched at my shoulder, but soon enough, it wasn’t my shoulder that was hurting the most. It was my <em><span style="font-weight:400">head</em><span style="font-weight:400">. It was <em><span style="font-weight:400">pounding</em><span style="font-weight:400">, giving me an agonizing headache. I let out a few coughs as I carefully stood up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At least I could still do that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I had apparently dropped my shlight during the fall, but that was the least of my worries. I was sweating buckets. My body felt hot and cold at the same time, and my vision was swimming. Frillish flew toward me and ced both of his tentacles on my shoulders, asking if I was alright. Togetic was right behind him, and she rubbed her head on my hand. My extremities felt numb. It was <em><span style="font-weight:400">cold</em><span style="font-weight:400">— at least negative ten degrees celsius.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m— <em><span style="font-weight:400">ah, holy fuck, my head.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I’m not okay, but I’ll be fine,” I said, my face contorting in agony. I looked up and saw that the cave was dimly-lit thanks to some kind of shining rocks on its ceiling, so at least I had that going for me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then it sunk in. We had fallen down a chasm opened up by that Tyranitar.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was alone, and Denzel and Cecilia might be <em><span style="font-weight:400">dead</em><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And the others who hadn’t fallen probably thought me to be dead. They’d probably inform the rangers and call my dad and mom about it <em><span style="font-weight:400">today</em><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">All of them would be <em><span style="font-weight:400">heartbroken</em><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My fingers trembled as I released Elekid and Tang for the first time and brought them up to speed on what had happened as fast as I could. Elekid worryingly tapped my leg, and Tang rubbed one of his vines on my cheek.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“First things <em><span style="font-weight:400">first</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” I said, groaning thest word out. “Frillish, can you go with your sister— with Togetic to check if the fissure up there’s closed up? Or if it’s even still <em><span style="font-weight:400">there</em><span style="font-weight:400">? Come back immediately if there’s any danger.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">They both began to protest, letting me know that they weren’t going anywhere without me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine,” I sighed. “It was probably a pipe dream anyway.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I moved my body around to check if I had anywhere I couldn’t move properly or put weight on, but my only problem was my sickness. It was getting worse.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We need to find the others,” I said. I wasn’t even going to entertain the idea that they were gone. It would only serve to slow me down. I was already struggling to get my mind to work. Worrying would only worsen the situation. They were strong. They survived.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">They survived.</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tang, your electric attacks won’t be that useful—” I started before cutting myself off. “I meant Elekid. Sorry, hon.”


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">I was so fucking out of it.</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Stick close. You’re only here to use Ice Punch and keep the wild Pokemon off of me,” I continued. He crossed his arms and gave me a fierce nod. “That’s my boy,” I smiled. “Frillish and Tang, you’re my heavy hitters. Angel, you see anything get too close, you restrain with as many vines as possible. Buddy, you’re using Water Pulse and Bubblebeam— I’ll leave you to pick which one works best depending on the situation.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tang blinked twice and caressed my ankle, and Frillish just nodded. It pained me to see him so worried.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’ll make it out of here,” I told him softly. “I promise. Princess, your job is to Sweet Kiss anything as soon as angel locks them down. Remember to <em><span style="font-weight:400">stay low</em><span style="font-weight:400">. A lot of Pokemon have Smack Down in here. If the Pokemon is too strong like Rhydon was, we’re going to be running anyway. If we’re running, you’re going to use Ancient Power behind us to slow the threat down. Angel, I want you to let spores out while you run like Denzel’s Budew did. Maybe Leech Seed, too, although we haven’t practiced that move much yet, so I don’t even know if you know how to aim it. Did everybody get all of that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">They all nodded and were ready.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good. First objective, find Cece and Denzel. Then Chase. Then, we figure out how to get out of here somehow,” I said as I began to walk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was about to leave, but I heard a cry behind a rock. I thought it was my feverish brain ying tricks on me again, but there was another cry. It was full of pain and anguish— not like the aggressive ones I had heard so far from everything in this Arceus damned cave.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Angel,” I said, pointing at the rock. “Grab whatever’s behind that with a vine and pull it toward us. Keep it far, just in case, I just want to get a look at it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tang nodded and sent out two vines forward that snaked around the boulder. The Pokemon let out a raspy yelp in surprise, and it took me a few seconds to realize that I was staring at the same Larvitar that had been up there. It was hurt— albeit not too badly— its armor had protected it from the worst of the fall. I realized then that it hadn’t cried because it was in pain. It had been crying because it had just lost its parent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Although right now, it was letting out enraged screams, trying to get out of Tang’s hold or potentially scare us. I thought it was going to make a move, but it was just thrashing around. It was just a baby, it probably didn’t know that many moves or how to use them properly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t want to waste time, but it was a Pokemon in need that had just lost its parent… I thought I had lost my soft spot for non-aggressive wild Pokemon, but I feltpelled to help it out. It was way too weak to be here, just like we were. It would get killed and eaten by something without help. I clutched at my head as I opened my Pokedex. The bright light was making my headache worse.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You fell down here with us, huh?” I said sadly.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Larvitar, the rock skin Pokemon. Larvitar is born deep under the ground. Toe up to the surface, this Pokemon must eat its way through the soil above. Until it does so, Larvitar cannot see its parent’s face. </em>


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Type: Rock, Ground</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s… so sad,” I sighed. The rock type kept squirming around, roaring at the mention of its parent. “Let him down, Tang.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Angel gently dropped Larvitar on the ground and petted its head with more vines.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not here to hurt you,” I said as softly as I could and crouched to appear less threatening. “I have two potions to use on you that’ll make you feel better, and I’d rather be able to carry you so we can go faster while you recover from your injuries.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tar!” It hissed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Frillish hovered in front of me, his eyes glinting, but I held him back and shook my head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Leave it, bud. It just… lost its parent. It’s allowed to be angry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The water type huffed and got back behind me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look,” I said. “Leave it or take it. I’m looking for my friends, and I can’t waste time trying to convince you to save yourself. As much as it would hurt me, I’d leave you here, and who knows what would happen to you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Larvitar frowned angrily and hissed at me, but it was less angry than a few seconds ago.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m going to pick you up now, alright?” I said. I ced my hands under its stubby arms, and I was surprised to see how <em><span style="font-weight:400">coarse</em><span style="font-weight:400"> its armored skin was, but more surprisingly, it was <em><span style="font-weight:400">heavy</em><span style="font-weight:400">— maybe 130 pounds, which was heavier than I was. I ced it against my chest. I probably would only be able to carry it for a few minutes. “See? Not that bad, is it?” I huffed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Finally, I began to walk forward, spraying Larvitar’s injuries with my few remaining potions at the same time. Cece and Denzel were alive, and they were in here, I was sure of it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I had to be, or I would never find the motivation to get out of Mount Cor.


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