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Chapter 82 – The Whole Truth

    Chapter 82 – The Whole Truth


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    Today''s chapter is early because I won''t be at myputer during my normal posting time


    <strong>CHAPTER 82 - The Whole Truth</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seeing that Cecilia and Denzel were safe and sound had filled a hole in my heart I hadn’t quite realized was there. I was whole again. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Full.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> With teary eyes, I hugged them again for good measure. Eevee jumped on my shoulder and licked my cheek, and Togetic grabbed at Denzel’s hair.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I missed you too, little guy,” I told Eevee. “Is everyone fine? Denzel, you look like you…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Like I was hit by a truck?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I know. I think I cracked a few ribs or something. I can handle it, I think. If I don’t think about the pain, it bes a dull ache.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“More importantly, what about <em><span style="font-weight:400">you?</em><span style="font-weight:400">” Cece asked, holding my arm tightly. “You look pale, Grace. You need to rest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll rest when we''re further away from here,” I sighed. “Wild Pokemon will probably be swarming here after all this noise.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s right,” Chase spoke up for the first time. Even now, he kept his distance. “Scavengers will be hoping to get a quick meal from whatever fought that Onix— which in this case is us. We need to leave.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We all agreed, some more reluctantly than others, and started moving. It was my first time walking with <em><span style="font-weight:400">this</em><span style="font-weight:400"> many Pokemon out at once. We all almost had our entire teams out, but I supposed a show of force was what was needed to dissuade potential attackers, especially in this well-lit part of the cave where tracking everyone wouldn’t be confusing. I used the opportunity to introduce Larvitar to my friends, but the rock type didn’t seem to like them one bit, and she especially seemed to dislike Budew. She walked closely behind my legs, reminding me of Togetic when she had been a Togepi.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I hope he wasn’t too harsh with you,” Cece whispered to me as she nodded toward Chase. His limp was better now and barely noticeable.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He was nice enough, all things considered,” I said, deciding to omit the times when he had definitely gotten on my nerves. “Protected me when I was passed out—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You were <em><span style="font-weight:400">what?</em><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I, uh, passed out, and he found me just in time. He took care of me and nursed me back to health— if you can call my state healthy, I guess. We didn’t talk much, though.”


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">And he saved your life as well,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I thought.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Very well,” she said after pausing, clearly burying the matter. “I missed you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned my head away slightly as I felt my face heat up. “I missed you too.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia seemed to be in good spirits, which surprised me. Her state now and back at the top of the cave was like night and day, but I didn’t want to step on her toes and ask her tough questions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How did you and Denzel find each other?” I decided to ask.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We fell at the same spot, into an undergroundke,” she said. “We were together from the start.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked at my best friend, who was leading the group and talking to his Buneary. He must have talked to her and cheered her up somehow. I’d need to thank himter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And Grace… I’m sorry for putting you through this. All of you. The only reason we’re in this situation is my fault. I don’t know how I’ll ever atone—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you dare,” I said. “You’re the <em><span style="font-weight:400">victim!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Your father and Amy, they’re the ones who I’m ming.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I still feel guilty.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, we can talk you through that,” I said softly. “I promise you, none of us ever med you for even a second.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cece bowed her head. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you and everyone else.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You were a good person and a good friend. Kindness rewards kindness.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I almost froze when I felt her fingers intertwine with mine. It was cold, but her hand felt hot on my skin. She held my hand tightly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I must tell you something when we get out of this cave,” she said, practically whispering in my ear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay,” I swallowed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We walked another two hours before finally deciding to take a break. There were a few fights on the way, but nothing as threatening as Onix had been, and our entire arsenal was far enough to deal with anything. Still, ourck of potions was being felt. Tang, Eevee, Riolu, Elekid, and even <em><span style="font-weight:400">Deino</em><span style="font-weight:400"> had to be recalled into their Pokeballs from taking so many hits, which was a part of why we had stopped so soon in the first ce after finding a good, defensible spot. It was like a miniature cave. An indentation into a wall that we had decided would be perfect for protecting ourselves from threats. Cecilia and Denzel had forced me to stay down while they prepared dinner.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, <em><span style="font-weight:400">prepare</em><span style="font-weight:400"> dinner was a bit of an exaggeration. It was salted crackers and water, but I supposed it was better than nothing. Denzel and Cece sat next to me, and Chase leaned against one of the walls of the cave, his Houndoom lying down closeby and watching out for any threats along with Frillish. Riolu was out of his ball again, as Chase was seemingly ufortable without him there, or at least that was my hypothesis.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So,” Denzel sighed. “It’s about time we start nning how to get the fuck out of here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Agreed,” Chase nodded. “Where did you guyse from?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Further up the cave— there was ake, and it was just as dark as it was at the top level. I’m a bit surprised at how bright everything is here,” Denzel said, staring up at the crystals. “It took us… a day and a half to get to you? Yeah, I think that’s correct.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Slightly more than that,” Cece specified. “But I did notice one thing on the way here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Which is?” Chase asked in an impatient tone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The Pokemon here are weaker than where we came from,” she said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My eyes bulged. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Stronger Pokemon than that Onix?</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s right,” Denzel nodded. “Faced some crazy shit on our way here, but as we got closer it got more and more manageable.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well damn,” Chase grinned. “I might have underestimated you, Williams.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Denzel rolled his eyes and continued. “But does that mean anything?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just a theory I have,” Cece said. “On the upper floor, the deeper into the mountain one gets, the tougher the wild Pokemon be, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I mmed a fist into my palm. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, </em><span style="font-weight:400">yeah, I see where you’reing from. You’re saying we need to head deeper into the crystalized area.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, that’s the best working theory we have, so I won’tin,” Chase said. “Still, what’d you face that was so tough? I’m curious.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Denzel’s eyes darkened. “Don’t feel like telling.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, alright, calm down, brother,” Chase said. Riolu stomped a foot on his shoe. “Ow, fuck! Arceus, sorry! Ok, so we go back from the way Pastel and I wereing from, then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I frowned. “This is starting to make more and more sense,” I said slowly. “When I had just fallen down, I remember thinking that Pokemon here were way too weak for being this deep into Mount Cor— or at least I thought it was deep. That means that I <em><span style="font-weight:400">should</em><span style="font-weight:400"> have fallen the closest to the exit,” I finished, feeling renewed hope. Getting out was bing more and more of a reality.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We don’t know <em><span style="font-weight:400">where</em><span style="font-weight:400"> we’ll get out, or if the exit will even be essible, but it should be there,” Denzel said.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">“In theory,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Cece added. “Let us not get our hopes up. That’ll only make the disappointment that much more potent.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We settled down after hearing her words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If it doesn’t work,” I said. “What else do we got? I want all of our bases covered.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We can try finding that chasm that Tyranitar opened up,” Denzel said. “Climb up, somehow, maybe?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not possible,” Chase dered, crossing his arms. “Mount Cor is an affront to anything logical. I doubt we’ll ever be able to find that hole again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Damn it,” I groaned. “He’s right. I was… stuck in a certain area for at least twenty minutes. I kept walking forward, but the cave kept bringing me back to where I had just been, just like—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That mansion in Eterna Forest,” Cecepleted my sentence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mansion?” Chase frowned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t even think about making some snarkyment,” I warned. “It was abandoned, and it was a terrible time. Either way, the cave can do the same thing that Mismagius did, or at least some form of it, which means we might not even be able to reach this theoretical exit in the first ce.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How much food you got, Williams?” Chase asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Enough for, like, a week, I think, both for us and the Pokemon. We couldn’t pack that much, we had to hurry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right, right, you were saving her ass,” he said, nodding toward Cece. “Pastel has the same amount as you, then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Slightly less,” I winced. “I was so stressed out that I was barely thinking when I packed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” Cece said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t apologize,” Both Denzel and I interjected at the same time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, so we have what, less than two weeks left? Maybe more if we ration like I already told Pastel. If we don’t get out by then, we’re dead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The straightforwardness of his statement washed over me like cold water.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Could have used a bit more tact,” Denzel said. “But yes, you’re right.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Actually, we’re probably even more fucked than I thought,” Chase continued after a pause. “If we get out, we’ll probably end up somewhere off-route in the middle of nowhere, with no reception or anything to guide us. We have less than two weeks. We’re on borrowed time, and even though I wouldn’t be against eating wild Pokemon, nothing down here is even edible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I won’t eat any Pokemon or kill them,” I said firmly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Keeping to your ideals even though that’ll get you killed,” Chase smiled at me. “Dumb as hell. But I respect that, Pastel.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Denzel shook his head. “We won’t need to consider that choice in the first ce—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t know that,” he interrupted. “Positiveness for the sake of positiveness is fucking stupid. Quit it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to be negative either,” Denzel said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why? We were already all thinking about it. And if you weren’t, well, you’d have to eventually, down the line. It’s better toe to terms with the choice <em><span style="font-weight:400">now</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Denzel was about to retort, but he just groaned and turned away, conceding the argument. I finished my ‘dinner’ in peace, and when Cecilia went to pee further along the cave, apanied by her Pokemon, I used the opportunity to talk to Denzel.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey,” I said. “How is Cece? She gives me the impression of being better, but how is she<em><span style="font-weight:400"> really?</em><span style="font-weight:400">” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She… she has a <em><span style="font-weight:400">lot</em><span style="font-weight:400"> on her te, but she’s managing,” he said. “I managed to pull her up from the depths when we were together, and now that she’s seen you, it’s like she’s soaring.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you for helping her,” I said. “But she was happy to see both of us.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, but she was <em><span style="font-weight:400">especially</em><span style="font-weight:400"> happy to see you,” he said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I rolled my eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t believe me? I think you’d be surprised at how close you are to dating already. You should probably just shoot your shot. If you don’t, there’ll be what, <em><span style="font-weight:400">months</em><span style="font-weight:400"> of this will they won’t they bullshit? Just <em><span style="font-weight:400">get on</em><span style="font-weight:400"> with it already.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, they aren’t dating already?” Chase said. “What was with all the hugging and the handholding and the whispering together then?”


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">“Quiet down,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">I hissed. “No one was talking to you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck you too, Pastel.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“See what I’m talking about? Even <em><span style="font-weight:400">he</em><span style="font-weight:400"> thought you were together. Just say something, I promise you it’ll work out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now’s not the time,” I said. “I’ll do itter.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If I was in love with someone and we were in the middle of a cave where we might die any minute, I’d probably say something now,” Chase shrugged. “Granted, I think romance is a waste of time in general.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up!” I hissed. “If you say anything to her, I <em><span style="font-weight:400">will </em><span style="font-weight:400">kill you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can’t, I’m the better trainer. I toughened up a lot since our battle, and you still owe me a rematch. I’ll wipe the floor with you next time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not interested,” I said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m making you my rival whether you want it or not.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I entertained his idea, happy that the conversation had steered away from Cecilia, who returned a few minutester. She sat down next to me again. Denzel started grooming Buneary’s fur with his brush— something that he had picked up from Emilia. He would have done it to Eevee too, but the normal type was still resting in his ball. Larvitar was ying with Togetic, chasing her around and trying to jump at her. Unfortunately, she was heavy and couldn’t get off the ground that well, but Togetic still gave her hope, oftening down just slightly enough to be almost in her range. Chase was sitting next to Houndoom, basking in his heat. The fire type’s new strength meant that his heat radiated much farther, and Riolu was dozing off against him. Cece and I werefortably sitting on a sleeping bag. My illness was seemingly almost gone, having strangely disappeared as fast as it hade. Maybe the stress I no longer felt was a factor.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you not tired?” Cecilia asked me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A little,” I answered. “I’m scared to sleep, even with Togetic here to help.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your nightmares?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmhm. I had one earlier— that’s what provoked the Onix to attack us,” I said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wish I could help you somehow,” she sighed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think they’ll ever go away, to be honest. Maybe if— <em><span style="font-weight:400">when</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Mars is finally arrested and put behind bars for good, but I doubt it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia ced a hand on my head and pushed it down to herp. I almost choked, not finding any words to say. She began stroking my hair gently.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is this okay?” She asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y—y—of course! It is!” I stuttered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My father might believe us to be stranded or dead, but when we get out of this cave and we return to civilization, we’ll be back on his radar. If I was naive, I would have said that me wanting to die in Mount Cor would have scared him off, but I know he’ll only redouble his efforts.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uhuh,” I said, barely able to breathe. Still, I paid attention to every word, even though it was very difficult.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She looked down at me and smiled. “I’m ready to tell you what he threatened me with,” she said quietly enough so Chase wouldn’t hear. “I already told Denzel. But you have to promise me not to panic.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Obviously, I won’t,” I said. “It doesn’t matter what it is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My father is an evil man, but he knows me well,” she began, still stroking my hair. “He knows what I yearn for the most. Freedom. And so he knows my biggest fear.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Losing that freedom?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Worse than that. Bing a mindless puppet,” Cecilia said. She paused for a few seconds before continuing. “He hired a trainer with… a Mmar.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I held back a gasp. Mmar was a Pokemon <em><span style="font-weight:400">synonymous</em><span style="font-weight:400"> with mind control. I believed that no Pokemon was inherently evil, but trainers with Mmar tended to air on the criminal side of things, which gave the Pokemon a terrible reputation through no fault of its own.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And I assume your dad can skirt around thews about mind control, since he’s rich.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She shook her head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why did you think that would make me freak out?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her hands stopped. “If he can control my mind, he can control all of yours, too,” she said, avoiding my eyes. “To me, that’s a fate worse than death itself. But that wasn’t all. Amy told me that my father had already flown to Sinnoh with her— although he was still in Jubilife— and that the trainer with Mmar was <em><span style="font-weight:400">already in Eterna city.</em><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I held my breath. That was why her reaction had been so sudden. To her, it seemed like the enemy had already been at the gates.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So she was essentially telling you to surrender <em><span style="font-weight:400">right now</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” I sighed. “I’m so sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And if I somehow ran away, he’d cut off ess to all of my money and everyone else’s until I came back. Still, I’ve decided to hope for the best instead of giving up,” Cecilia sighed. “My situation is like a double-edged sword. There’s the potential to live my life and be the happiest I’ve ever been, but I could also fall under Mmar’s influence and never think for myself again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s… there’s protections against that kind of stuff, right?” I tried. “We have a bunch of psychic types. You can shield your mind, or something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I remembered vaguely hearing that League members with important information always had mental shields on them put by Lucian’s team, but they had to be renewed every few weeks. Protecting yourself against mind control was easier than protecting yourself against memory extraction, however. That was almost impossible, although I was sure that the League had <em><span style="font-weight:400">some</em><span style="font-weight:400"> countermeasures. Memory extraction was like metaphorically grabbing a hammer and smashing it against your brain. It was traumatic, brutal, and could leave someone crippled for life. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Mind control, </em><span style="font-weight:400">however, required finesse. It was extremely difficult, and only Mmar or Beheyeem could do it with rtive ease, but shielding against it was <em><span style="font-weight:400">possible</em><span style="font-weight:400"> with enough practice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It takes years for a psychic to learn. I don’t have years, and I wouldn’t even know where to start. Plus, I’d have no more money, so hiring someone— either a teacher to teach me or a psychic expert to do the job— would be impossible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How long does it take for Mmar to take control of someone?” I asked. “Can we beat it before then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The trainer my father hired is a well-known criminal in Unova. He calls himself Abel. He was a trainer that went rogue after realizing how powerful he could get once his Inkay evolved, and he’s been avoiding authorities for years. <em><span style="font-weight:400">League </em><span style="font-weight:400">authorities.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Which means he’s way more powerful than us.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And he has more Pokemon than Mmar. Probably more than six, since he isn’t beholden by the rules, but that remains a theory.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright… okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. “We’ll figure something out, I just need to think for a bit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The biggest priority was preventing the mind control from ever happening. That meant that we either needed a way to knock out Mmar quickly, or just stay under the radar until we could. But if Cece got captured, it’d be over, so taking too much risk was off the table too. Would Mmar’s mind control procedure be interrupted if it was hurt badly enough? If we focused all of our attacks on it, we could <em><span style="font-weight:400">possibly</em><span style="font-weight:400"> make that happen. I’d need to look this guy up when we got ess to the inte again. There was also the possibility of just staying undercover somewhere. That meant no more gym battles and probably staying holed up in a Pokemon Center, avoiding any attention. Cece’s safety was more important. If <em><span style="font-weight:400">one</em><span style="font-weight:400"> person took a picture of her and exposed her being alive, it would be over. It hurt to say, but there was always next year. It was safe to say that Eterna city was crawling with her father’s agents already, along with Abel, so going back there wasn’t an option, but Celestic could be a good alternative. It was rather isted from the rest of the region. Unfortunately, I couldn’t <em><span style="font-weight:400">choose</em><span style="font-weight:400"> where we woulde out from. And there was also the fact that our friend’s phones might have been seized and bugged, so we wouldn’t even be able to call them to confirm that we were safe—


    <span style="font-weight:400">I felt a hand caress my cheek, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Your face is wrought with worry,” Cece whispered. “I hate that you work yourself so hard for me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m trying to find a solution,” I said. “And I will.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My heart is beating so quickly it hurts,” Cece started. “My time with free will might be limited,” she said before pausing. “So I’ve decided to make the most of it and take a leap of faith. I won’t wait until we get out of Mount Cor after all. Tell me if you want me to stop.”


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Huh?</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia leaned down and slowly brought my face toward hers until our lips met. My eyes fluttered in surprise, and I let out a soft sigh, giving into her as excitement and happiness swelled and buzzed inside of me. Her lips were dry, and the kiss was short, but it still felt amazing. When we parted, she looked at me, still cupping my cheek. Even in the dark, not having showered in days and being what most people would consider unkempt, she was still gorgeous.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m— I’m in love with you,” she said, panting slightly.


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