Lady Myuu
Damsel mostly Stressed.
What am I doing? Writing a story while I should be writing Hourglass or finishing my romance oneshot? WELL I GOT WRITERS BLOCK. and this idea was interesting... so I thought I'd force it out.
Why using Sabrina? because she's a cool Gym leader thats why >:O
Wtf is going on? o.o I got no clue! ok I do... inspired by startrek for some reason...
The building stood calmly against a background of a busy city. While the world around the building was a fast moving bee hive at times, cars zipping past, people moving around in their daily duties, the building with the large three letters on its front... remained paused in time it seemed. No one went in or out, not in a long time at least. It used to be quite the amazing place for children of all ages. Even adults would go to test their skills when it came to the battling of Pokémon.
But now, it was quiet and almost empty, the Saffron Gym was just a shell of what it once was. Its gym leader? Oh she was still there, still running the gym. Though she no longer had her apprentices. Not after the first incident. Oh sure she claimed it was not her, but no one believed her anymore. She hadn't been quite the same... ever since... the massacre on Cannibar.
Sabrina had never been the same.
The once active devices, powered off psychic energy were off and many broken. They once were a maze of teleporting devices that would send trainers into a frenzy trying to find the real Gym Leader. But now that it seemed there were no obstacles to beat to find Sabrina and the rumor of her madness traveling about the community, many pass her gym by, as the fighting Gym next door had recently acquired a League Approval Badge of Competition.
The chair the woman once sat in was empty, the once intimidating sight she once held in it was gone. It use to be a large throne almost, built up off the ground, she would sit in it with a cocky expression and would sometimes make things float to intimidate her foes. But now it was a dust covered chair of red and gold. The room was lit darkly like always... but a single small lamp was on as a back door to the room was open, a door when closed could not be seen.
The small light flooded out slightly into the empty battle arena room. The small white lamp sat on a wood desk, papers and notices sat on the desk. Letters declaring for closure and warnings from the league. Seemed some things were not going so good for the once respected psychic. That very woman sat at the desk, her hair still straight and seemingly black, though in truth it was a very dark shade of purple. It went past her shoulders while her bangs were cut straight and un-settled, falling across the top of her forehead. Her strange almost dark pink colored eyes, close to a shade of red, scanned over a letter from an old friend, as she ignored the notices and warnings.
Sabrina was getting older. She was nearing the age of twenty seven, though she was still rather pretty if she would put on more than foundation and did not have the skin tone of a ghost she could probably be quite the catch. Her almost expressionless face proved that she was not one for social gatherings or parties and would rather be left alone to train and perfect her abilities. But while she was very much accomplishing those goals in some ways, her way of living had been squashed. Thanks to a mental flaw, something she did not know she had till too late.
She had come to the conclusion, she might have gone a little mad. But even mad people deserved better than the company of something like this.
"You know, Sabrina, this place wouldn't be so bad if you perhaps... put a freakin light in it?" The male voice rang out as it seemed that the woman was not truly alone. She did not turn her gaze, a part of her hoping it would just go away if she pretended it did not exist. Because she had been told, not just by her so called friends or doctors but herself that it did not exist anyway, she should not give it a reason too. Boy it was sure hard to ignore the existence of something when it played with one's hair.
Her hair was played with, the three fingered hands rolling themselves through it, the non- existing being even began to tie it in knots or braid it. Much to Sabrina's annoyance. But her face never broke; she never showed any real emotion as the figment of an over powerful imagination toyed with her. Finally she sighed a little and glanced over her shoulder.
"I cannot work, please refrain from bothering me." She said simply, with a strictness to her voice. She expected order, always had with anything and everything. But how do you order something that shouldn't exist?
"But Brina... I'm boooored."
"Sabrina is my proper name." Pausing in realization she was speaking to it once more, the figment grinned as he realized he had gotten her to pay more attention and had broken her train of thought.
"Ooh what's this, Brina?" The voice said as the figment which very much seemed to exist to Sabrina. As 'he' was standing right next to her, his shape and tone not that of a human being. Picking up the paper, purple eyes scanned over it. Sabrina snapped it away before he could finish. She said nothing as she put the paper in the drawer and stood leaving the room.
But she knew very well the figment was following her, not walking but just floating after her like a ghost Pokémon. But it had been proven it was no ghost, it was nothing at all... just her own mind. She had been told over and over again that it was this, that the being she saw was a result of her powers reaching a point where her mind would manifest them into a a 'being,' a second personality, a fake. Something that seemed to be taking on the emotions she had forsaken. She was really glad she wasn't truly as sarcastic and annoying as her figment of imagination.
She walked into the dusty old battle arena before heading for the only working teleportor. Which would take her to the front gate and back. Sabrina wore a ruby dress, not fancy really but modest and simple, long sleeved and wrapped around her neck. A yellow sash around her waist. Upon stepping on the four inch thick square, it lighted and within a second she found herself standing before the doors to the outside world.
"Soo, we going shopping, love?"
Sabrina ignored once more as she exited the grand wood doors and came into the sunlight. She had to shut her eyes a moment before slowly opening them, slowly adjusting before she moved off. Ignoring the large floating figure behind her as she made her way down the busy streets. Her gaze on the road ahead as she ignored the stares. As it seemed everyone knew she had gone mad. Even she knew, but like she was going to admit that and act it. She could think straight and still realize she is mad.
Which means she won't ever be truly mad. Crazy people do not know they are crazy.
"Yes, but you aren't a normal person, Brina, you are a psychic... and you may be a different kind of crazy..."
Sabrina stopped, closed her eyes and relaxed before she began to move off once more. Ignoring the being following her, just wishing she had some kind of control over it. But try as she might, it seemed it was either a subconscious part of her mind or something so powerful, a psychic ability she never mastered...
"... and here go the theories again. I keep telling you." A long deep breath. "I am real."
"And a snorlax can fly." Sabrina replied with no emotion. She ignored the weird look from the business woman that passed her by. As she heard nothing from the figment beside her and just heard what the strange woman said. Sabrina knew she thought she was a crack head... sometimes Sabrina wondered herself.
It wasn't far to her home, a small house that was apart of a chain of houses that all looked identical.
"Can your life be any MORE boring? Where is the fun? The kicks? The spazzz..."
"Spazz?"
"HA! Got you to talk to me!"
Sabrina ignored, it got quite hard to always do this though. When you rarely had anyone to talk to. One tends to pick up the habit to talk to them-self... but for Sabrina's case. It just wasn't healthy or dignifying anymore.
"Oooh... One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do."
Sabrina sighed as she took out her keys, ignoring the rest of the living about the neighborhood. She really her had no idea who neighbors were, sometimes she forgot what color was the house. She had gotten into such a pattern with this life that she knew where to go with out looking. That and she's a psychic, she knows what to do before she needs to do it. Or she use to at least. The psychic gym leader entered her home, the small entrée opened up onto a short staircase that led to the living room which also was attached to the dinning room and kitchen.
Sabrina in her earlier days could have afforded a very large home. But as it was and who she is, she was not one to spend very much and believed in using only what you needed. She had even thought of getting a smaller house. The woman went up the stairs and dropped the house keys on the wooden coffee table before going over to remove her pokeballs and sit them on a special shelf. Only taking one down and releasing the mime Pokémon.
The fat little four foot tall being said its name happily, though seemed to have a strange look of concern. Its round head and horn like ears glanced about before it walked off to do the chores Sabrina had train her to do. Mr. Mime as they were called, actually never said the mister part of it and just said Mime.
As being both male and female, Sabrina found the term 'mister' on their name quite silly indeed. She watched her mime Pokémon move off on its thin little legs before she made her way back to her room, that also served as an office. She did not notice her Pokémon watching her or that even after she turned the corner, the eyes still followed something.
'You know, if Mr. Mime weren't so ugly, I'd hit on yours, she knows how to cook and clean and is well trained.'
Sabrina couldn't help a glance at the gray and purple figment before she pulled out some of the letters she had carried with her from the Gym and began to fill them out on another wooden desk in her plain bedroom. Not any decorations at all, simple blue bedspread, only two pillows underneath. The rooms walls were white and had never been painted, the carpet being a cream color. The figment floated away from watching Sabrina and moved over to the closet, seeming to open the door or so Sabrina imagined, he withdrew what seemed to be a small doll.
"I liked it when you sat this on your bed, it added some depth to the room. Why don't you put Molly on the bed anymore?"
Sabrina's eyes glowed a bit, as it seemed her own figment of imagination had hit a sore spot. Glancing at him, her powers activating she pushed the doll out of his hands and back into the closet. Now the door had really been opened and the doll taken out. But this could easily be explained away that the figment was truly a part of her powers that developed into a new personality and her powers had opened the door and withdrawn the doll. As long as the powers never did any real harm, Sabrina would not worry and continue to show she could show some control.
But lately the figment had been moving things, touching her or so it seemed... and she hated to think that she almost thought of him, no it, as something real.
"Temper, temper, Miss Sabrina. A Psychic without control is a monster you know."
Sabrina turned back to her work sharply and began to fill out various forms and such. Ignoring the figment completely now as she just wanted to be left alone. But her wish wasn't to be granted as a loud chime went through the house, the sound that only came when the doorbell had been pushed and someone awaited in that loud noisy world called outside.
"Oh a guest! Pull your hair back, get it out of your face. Put a smile on." The figment reached his fingers around and began to pull Sabrina's hair back. "Take a shower, put perfume on, show a little cleavage-"
Sabrina stood pulling away from the being that was a part of her mind and made her way away from her room. Ignoring her Mr. Mime as she dashed about in her apron trying to straighten up the house faster. The mime's psychic powers being used to move various objects to clean. Sabrina did run a hand through her hair as she made her way down the steps, forgetting about her stalker a moment as she kept the same emotionless face.
Reaching for the door knob, she gripped it and paused a second. Her eyes glazed over barely before glowing with a faint purple light. Sabrina blinked and turned the knob with a look of surprise in her eyes alone, as her face showed no true emotion.
"Morty Shadow, what are you doing in Kanto?" she asked sharply, but it wasn't exactly mean. Just showing she was surprised, even if she was very good at hiding it. The rather handsome young man smiled as he looked up a bit at Sabrina, as she had always been slightly taller then him. His golden blonde hair was pulled back, not quite in a mullet but pretty close. A green band around his head as he wore a jean jacket over a gray shirt and normal pair of jeans. His calm yellow eyes seemed to glitter as he smiled at the rather sour faced woman.
"Nice to see you too, old friend." He said before peering around her to look inside, "You have company?"
Sabrina paused before turning and looking up, she saw her figment making a face at Morty, sticking his tongue out and well making some other rude gestures. "Just my Mr. Mime." she said before looking back at Morty. The blonde ghost trainer seemed to think a moment before shrugging it off.
"I thought I sensed someone else." He said simply. Sabrina eyes flashed for a second, looking Morty over before she just invited him in. she ignored her figment's taunts at the ghost trainer. Sabrina led her guest upstairs into the living room and offered him a seat, before asking the mime Pokémon to go make them something to drink.
Mr. Mime dashed off quickly into the kitchen with a loud, "Mime!"
Morty sat on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table, glancing around a bit he raised an eyebrow. "I know psychics' aren't suppose to attach themselves to worldly possessions but... you had always been a decent decorator..."
Sabrina looked around the plain white room, with the same cream carpet, the couch and lounge chair were the only colored things, and they were a dull green. The coffee table with a few magazines sat in the middle and well seemed lonely as well. Sabrina ignored her little imagination figment as it floated behind Morty and began to act as if he was about to cut the man's head off.
"Just got tired of it I guess." She said simply, "I'm tired of a lot of things."
Morty took those words in before leaning forward, "... I heard the rumors. They say... the league is going to take your license away if you don't shape up your Gym and start receiving profit again. It's not true... is it?"
Sabrina sat still a moment, her strange colored eyes not looking at Morty before she turned her gaze up and gave a look that demanded respect and was very intimidating. The look she always gave when she wanted to seem strong. She was Sabrina, the most powerful psychic human being known, a feared Gym leader and a teacher to young students. She would not show that she had... such weaknesses right now. Even if it was floating around Morty and acting ridiculous.
"Things have happened, I believe I may no longer be fit to run Saffron Gym anymore. But I will continue to do my duty until a replacement is found... Morty." She took in a deep breath, "I'm retiring."
The ghost gym leader rose to his feet, "You aren't even thirty! You can't retire!" he explained, "What will become of your family's name... no, what will become of you? I heard the rumors, after the incident with the young psychic boy in the gym, but the police found no evidence and you weren't charged. Because I know you were innocent. Yet the rumors spread..." He looked around, "I can't let a childhood friend be treated like she belongs in the nut house. Something is going on!"
Sabrina rose to her feet and remained calm, clasping her hands together she said in a perfectly non-emotional voice, "Morty, yes there is something going on. What it is is my business. I have some... inner demons to deal with and I will not allow another incident before they are dealt with. If you came here to try and confront me... then leave. I don't need this, especially from you."
The room fell quiet, not only did Mr. Mime stop what she was doing but even the strange being that had been such trouble to Sabrina stopped and watched, floating about in a sitting position. Seeming quite intrigued. Morty looked at Sabrina for a long time it seemed, she looking back at him. Neither wanting to break the stare as that would admit defeat. The ghost gym leader moved forward and now stood before Sabrina, looking at her deep pink eyes before reaching his slightly tanned hands out and gripped her ghostly white ones.
"... Sabrina, I came because I care. You don't deserve to be treated like this. I... I'm your friend." He whispered.
Sabrina's emotionless face stared at him, her eyes not even blinking. Before she just slowly lied her head down on his shoulder. Not a tear or a word. Her face still that same emotionless look. Though her eyes were closed now. The young blonde lifted his arms and hugged the woman against him. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you."
Sabrina just remained as she was, not a tear in her eye. Not a emotion to be seen. But if Morty was psychic he would probably have sensed the torn feelings, the feelings of a woman who had suppressed her emotions for too long and the feelings of a caged power... wishing to be free.
Some time passed, the two seemed to relax a bit. Just talking as they sat in the dull room on the dull coach, but they never found each other dull. Old friends always could spark up once more, but only if they had been true friends. Sharing with each other the events of the past six months, which was the exact time when Sabrina started seeing her none existing stalker. Hours passed and the two only stopped talking to help Mr. Mime prepare dinner. Though then again when meaning talking it was more of Morty talking and Sabrina listening and commenting quietly.
Morty sighed looking at the time before glancing at Sabrina, "... So you still see the psychologist?" he asked her. The psychic woman didn't look at Morty but she did nod her head. "If thats what you need, then I am glad you are doing what you think is best for you Sabrina... but don't be a stranger to old friends ok? Us gym leaders should stick together." He said as he stood, understanding Sabrina stood as well.
"Agreed. I will keep in touch." She said as she led the gym leader to her front door. The two stood their a second, both really not wanting to say goodbye. As well Sabrina felt saner when someone was with her and Morty felt she needed her. He stood there a moment before leaning forward and kissed Sabrina's cheek, a short fast kiss before he whispered a goodbye and left the room.
"You shouldn't trust him, he just wants in your pants." The annoying imaginary being said with a sharp glare.
"... Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? pffft... yes."
The train station wasn't very busy. A few rare souls here, and there.Some maintenance men were about also. But otherwise nearly empty. Morty sighed as he sat on a bench in wait. Checking his watch the train was all ready five minutes late. Morty hated trains, always late, always smelly and always have some kind of creep on them.
He should have just taken the long way, near silver mountains, but he knew he had duties to attend too. Thats why he didn't stay the night in a hotel or something. Plus he would be home before three on the train at least, joys of inventions eh? As the ghost trainer sat there he could hear the whistle of a distant train, rising to his feet he shivered and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
"... A ghost Pokémon?" he looked around, knowing that was the affect he got usually from that type. With a pause he blinked and realized this was no ghost. The figure stood next to him, taller and intimidating, though its features could not be made out. Eyes glowed brightly as the figure looked at Morty and seemed even though hard to see, smirked.
"I have some bad news for you." The voice rang out and Morty could have sworn he heard it before. But as the voice came he knew instantly, he was in some trouble and began to back off quickly.
"Whoa?"
The eyes flash and Morty screamed grabbing at his face. "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" He pushed back slamming his side into a pillar in the station. A security guard saw the screaming man and began to make his way over. But he did not see the figure that had injured him. Morty was screaming and yelling as if he was being attacked. The guard was at his side but had to get back from the thrashing man. The guard yelled for help before pulling out his cell phone to call 911.
The figure just watched, unseen, unheard... almost ... Morty heard him.
"Not that you will be able to remember this but..."
"Sabrina is mine."
End Chapter
Why using Sabrina? because she's a cool Gym leader thats why >:O
Wtf is going on? o.o I got no clue! ok I do... inspired by startrek for some reason...
WARNING!!
Story is rated between PG-15 and it will most likely go into R for LIME.
Which is the actions leading up to the moment but not the moment itself, meaning I wont write the dirty junk. Go to hourglass for that, its pretty close!
Calm Mind
Chapter one:
A psychic with out control...
Rated: PG-13
Story is rated between PG-15 and it will most likely go into R for LIME.
Which is the actions leading up to the moment but not the moment itself, meaning I wont write the dirty junk. Go to hourglass for that, its pretty close!
Calm Mind
Chapter one:
A psychic with out control...
Rated: PG-13
The building stood calmly against a background of a busy city. While the world around the building was a fast moving bee hive at times, cars zipping past, people moving around in their daily duties, the building with the large three letters on its front... remained paused in time it seemed. No one went in or out, not in a long time at least. It used to be quite the amazing place for children of all ages. Even adults would go to test their skills when it came to the battling of Pokémon.
But now, it was quiet and almost empty, the Saffron Gym was just a shell of what it once was. Its gym leader? Oh she was still there, still running the gym. Though she no longer had her apprentices. Not after the first incident. Oh sure she claimed it was not her, but no one believed her anymore. She hadn't been quite the same... ever since... the massacre on Cannibar.
Sabrina had never been the same.
The once active devices, powered off psychic energy were off and many broken. They once were a maze of teleporting devices that would send trainers into a frenzy trying to find the real Gym Leader. But now that it seemed there were no obstacles to beat to find Sabrina and the rumor of her madness traveling about the community, many pass her gym by, as the fighting Gym next door had recently acquired a League Approval Badge of Competition.
The chair the woman once sat in was empty, the once intimidating sight she once held in it was gone. It use to be a large throne almost, built up off the ground, she would sit in it with a cocky expression and would sometimes make things float to intimidate her foes. But now it was a dust covered chair of red and gold. The room was lit darkly like always... but a single small lamp was on as a back door to the room was open, a door when closed could not be seen.
The small light flooded out slightly into the empty battle arena room. The small white lamp sat on a wood desk, papers and notices sat on the desk. Letters declaring for closure and warnings from the league. Seemed some things were not going so good for the once respected psychic. That very woman sat at the desk, her hair still straight and seemingly black, though in truth it was a very dark shade of purple. It went past her shoulders while her bangs were cut straight and un-settled, falling across the top of her forehead. Her strange almost dark pink colored eyes, close to a shade of red, scanned over a letter from an old friend, as she ignored the notices and warnings.
Sabrina was getting older. She was nearing the age of twenty seven, though she was still rather pretty if she would put on more than foundation and did not have the skin tone of a ghost she could probably be quite the catch. Her almost expressionless face proved that she was not one for social gatherings or parties and would rather be left alone to train and perfect her abilities. But while she was very much accomplishing those goals in some ways, her way of living had been squashed. Thanks to a mental flaw, something she did not know she had till too late.
She had come to the conclusion, she might have gone a little mad. But even mad people deserved better than the company of something like this.
"You know, Sabrina, this place wouldn't be so bad if you perhaps... put a freakin light in it?" The male voice rang out as it seemed that the woman was not truly alone. She did not turn her gaze, a part of her hoping it would just go away if she pretended it did not exist. Because she had been told, not just by her so called friends or doctors but herself that it did not exist anyway, she should not give it a reason too. Boy it was sure hard to ignore the existence of something when it played with one's hair.
Her hair was played with, the three fingered hands rolling themselves through it, the non- existing being even began to tie it in knots or braid it. Much to Sabrina's annoyance. But her face never broke; she never showed any real emotion as the figment of an over powerful imagination toyed with her. Finally she sighed a little and glanced over her shoulder.
"I cannot work, please refrain from bothering me." She said simply, with a strictness to her voice. She expected order, always had with anything and everything. But how do you order something that shouldn't exist?
"But Brina... I'm boooored."
"Sabrina is my proper name." Pausing in realization she was speaking to it once more, the figment grinned as he realized he had gotten her to pay more attention and had broken her train of thought.
"Ooh what's this, Brina?" The voice said as the figment which very much seemed to exist to Sabrina. As 'he' was standing right next to her, his shape and tone not that of a human being. Picking up the paper, purple eyes scanned over it. Sabrina snapped it away before he could finish. She said nothing as she put the paper in the drawer and stood leaving the room.
But she knew very well the figment was following her, not walking but just floating after her like a ghost Pokémon. But it had been proven it was no ghost, it was nothing at all... just her own mind. She had been told over and over again that it was this, that the being she saw was a result of her powers reaching a point where her mind would manifest them into a a 'being,' a second personality, a fake. Something that seemed to be taking on the emotions she had forsaken. She was really glad she wasn't truly as sarcastic and annoying as her figment of imagination.
She walked into the dusty old battle arena before heading for the only working teleportor. Which would take her to the front gate and back. Sabrina wore a ruby dress, not fancy really but modest and simple, long sleeved and wrapped around her neck. A yellow sash around her waist. Upon stepping on the four inch thick square, it lighted and within a second she found herself standing before the doors to the outside world.
"Soo, we going shopping, love?"
Sabrina ignored once more as she exited the grand wood doors and came into the sunlight. She had to shut her eyes a moment before slowly opening them, slowly adjusting before she moved off. Ignoring the large floating figure behind her as she made her way down the busy streets. Her gaze on the road ahead as she ignored the stares. As it seemed everyone knew she had gone mad. Even she knew, but like she was going to admit that and act it. She could think straight and still realize she is mad.
Which means she won't ever be truly mad. Crazy people do not know they are crazy.
"Yes, but you aren't a normal person, Brina, you are a psychic... and you may be a different kind of crazy..."
Sabrina stopped, closed her eyes and relaxed before she began to move off once more. Ignoring the being following her, just wishing she had some kind of control over it. But try as she might, it seemed it was either a subconscious part of her mind or something so powerful, a psychic ability she never mastered...
"... and here go the theories again. I keep telling you." A long deep breath. "I am real."
"And a snorlax can fly." Sabrina replied with no emotion. She ignored the weird look from the business woman that passed her by. As she heard nothing from the figment beside her and just heard what the strange woman said. Sabrina knew she thought she was a crack head... sometimes Sabrina wondered herself.
It wasn't far to her home, a small house that was apart of a chain of houses that all looked identical.
"Can your life be any MORE boring? Where is the fun? The kicks? The spazzz..."
"Spazz?"
"HA! Got you to talk to me!"
Sabrina ignored, it got quite hard to always do this though. When you rarely had anyone to talk to. One tends to pick up the habit to talk to them-self... but for Sabrina's case. It just wasn't healthy or dignifying anymore.
"Oooh... One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do."
Sabrina sighed as she took out her keys, ignoring the rest of the living about the neighborhood. She really her had no idea who neighbors were, sometimes she forgot what color was the house. She had gotten into such a pattern with this life that she knew where to go with out looking. That and she's a psychic, she knows what to do before she needs to do it. Or she use to at least. The psychic gym leader entered her home, the small entrée opened up onto a short staircase that led to the living room which also was attached to the dinning room and kitchen.
Sabrina in her earlier days could have afforded a very large home. But as it was and who she is, she was not one to spend very much and believed in using only what you needed. She had even thought of getting a smaller house. The woman went up the stairs and dropped the house keys on the wooden coffee table before going over to remove her pokeballs and sit them on a special shelf. Only taking one down and releasing the mime Pokémon.
The fat little four foot tall being said its name happily, though seemed to have a strange look of concern. Its round head and horn like ears glanced about before it walked off to do the chores Sabrina had train her to do. Mr. Mime as they were called, actually never said the mister part of it and just said Mime.
As being both male and female, Sabrina found the term 'mister' on their name quite silly indeed. She watched her mime Pokémon move off on its thin little legs before she made her way back to her room, that also served as an office. She did not notice her Pokémon watching her or that even after she turned the corner, the eyes still followed something.
'You know, if Mr. Mime weren't so ugly, I'd hit on yours, she knows how to cook and clean and is well trained.'
Sabrina couldn't help a glance at the gray and purple figment before she pulled out some of the letters she had carried with her from the Gym and began to fill them out on another wooden desk in her plain bedroom. Not any decorations at all, simple blue bedspread, only two pillows underneath. The rooms walls were white and had never been painted, the carpet being a cream color. The figment floated away from watching Sabrina and moved over to the closet, seeming to open the door or so Sabrina imagined, he withdrew what seemed to be a small doll.
"I liked it when you sat this on your bed, it added some depth to the room. Why don't you put Molly on the bed anymore?"
Sabrina's eyes glowed a bit, as it seemed her own figment of imagination had hit a sore spot. Glancing at him, her powers activating she pushed the doll out of his hands and back into the closet. Now the door had really been opened and the doll taken out. But this could easily be explained away that the figment was truly a part of her powers that developed into a new personality and her powers had opened the door and withdrawn the doll. As long as the powers never did any real harm, Sabrina would not worry and continue to show she could show some control.
But lately the figment had been moving things, touching her or so it seemed... and she hated to think that she almost thought of him, no it, as something real.
"Temper, temper, Miss Sabrina. A Psychic without control is a monster you know."
Sabrina turned back to her work sharply and began to fill out various forms and such. Ignoring the figment completely now as she just wanted to be left alone. But her wish wasn't to be granted as a loud chime went through the house, the sound that only came when the doorbell had been pushed and someone awaited in that loud noisy world called outside.
"Oh a guest! Pull your hair back, get it out of your face. Put a smile on." The figment reached his fingers around and began to pull Sabrina's hair back. "Take a shower, put perfume on, show a little cleavage-"
Sabrina stood pulling away from the being that was a part of her mind and made her way away from her room. Ignoring her Mr. Mime as she dashed about in her apron trying to straighten up the house faster. The mime's psychic powers being used to move various objects to clean. Sabrina did run a hand through her hair as she made her way down the steps, forgetting about her stalker a moment as she kept the same emotionless face.
Reaching for the door knob, she gripped it and paused a second. Her eyes glazed over barely before glowing with a faint purple light. Sabrina blinked and turned the knob with a look of surprise in her eyes alone, as her face showed no true emotion.
"Morty Shadow, what are you doing in Kanto?" she asked sharply, but it wasn't exactly mean. Just showing she was surprised, even if she was very good at hiding it. The rather handsome young man smiled as he looked up a bit at Sabrina, as she had always been slightly taller then him. His golden blonde hair was pulled back, not quite in a mullet but pretty close. A green band around his head as he wore a jean jacket over a gray shirt and normal pair of jeans. His calm yellow eyes seemed to glitter as he smiled at the rather sour faced woman.
"Nice to see you too, old friend." He said before peering around her to look inside, "You have company?"
Sabrina paused before turning and looking up, she saw her figment making a face at Morty, sticking his tongue out and well making some other rude gestures. "Just my Mr. Mime." she said before looking back at Morty. The blonde ghost trainer seemed to think a moment before shrugging it off.
"I thought I sensed someone else." He said simply. Sabrina eyes flashed for a second, looking Morty over before she just invited him in. she ignored her figment's taunts at the ghost trainer. Sabrina led her guest upstairs into the living room and offered him a seat, before asking the mime Pokémon to go make them something to drink.
Mr. Mime dashed off quickly into the kitchen with a loud, "Mime!"
Morty sat on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table, glancing around a bit he raised an eyebrow. "I know psychics' aren't suppose to attach themselves to worldly possessions but... you had always been a decent decorator..."
Sabrina looked around the plain white room, with the same cream carpet, the couch and lounge chair were the only colored things, and they were a dull green. The coffee table with a few magazines sat in the middle and well seemed lonely as well. Sabrina ignored her little imagination figment as it floated behind Morty and began to act as if he was about to cut the man's head off.
"Just got tired of it I guess." She said simply, "I'm tired of a lot of things."
Morty took those words in before leaning forward, "... I heard the rumors. They say... the league is going to take your license away if you don't shape up your Gym and start receiving profit again. It's not true... is it?"
Sabrina sat still a moment, her strange colored eyes not looking at Morty before she turned her gaze up and gave a look that demanded respect and was very intimidating. The look she always gave when she wanted to seem strong. She was Sabrina, the most powerful psychic human being known, a feared Gym leader and a teacher to young students. She would not show that she had... such weaknesses right now. Even if it was floating around Morty and acting ridiculous.
"Things have happened, I believe I may no longer be fit to run Saffron Gym anymore. But I will continue to do my duty until a replacement is found... Morty." She took in a deep breath, "I'm retiring."
The ghost gym leader rose to his feet, "You aren't even thirty! You can't retire!" he explained, "What will become of your family's name... no, what will become of you? I heard the rumors, after the incident with the young psychic boy in the gym, but the police found no evidence and you weren't charged. Because I know you were innocent. Yet the rumors spread..." He looked around, "I can't let a childhood friend be treated like she belongs in the nut house. Something is going on!"
Sabrina rose to her feet and remained calm, clasping her hands together she said in a perfectly non-emotional voice, "Morty, yes there is something going on. What it is is my business. I have some... inner demons to deal with and I will not allow another incident before they are dealt with. If you came here to try and confront me... then leave. I don't need this, especially from you."
The room fell quiet, not only did Mr. Mime stop what she was doing but even the strange being that had been such trouble to Sabrina stopped and watched, floating about in a sitting position. Seeming quite intrigued. Morty looked at Sabrina for a long time it seemed, she looking back at him. Neither wanting to break the stare as that would admit defeat. The ghost gym leader moved forward and now stood before Sabrina, looking at her deep pink eyes before reaching his slightly tanned hands out and gripped her ghostly white ones.
"... Sabrina, I came because I care. You don't deserve to be treated like this. I... I'm your friend." He whispered.
Sabrina's emotionless face stared at him, her eyes not even blinking. Before she just slowly lied her head down on his shoulder. Not a tear or a word. Her face still that same emotionless look. Though her eyes were closed now. The young blonde lifted his arms and hugged the woman against him. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you."
Sabrina just remained as she was, not a tear in her eye. Not a emotion to be seen. But if Morty was psychic he would probably have sensed the torn feelings, the feelings of a woman who had suppressed her emotions for too long and the feelings of a caged power... wishing to be free.
Some time passed, the two seemed to relax a bit. Just talking as they sat in the dull room on the dull coach, but they never found each other dull. Old friends always could spark up once more, but only if they had been true friends. Sharing with each other the events of the past six months, which was the exact time when Sabrina started seeing her none existing stalker. Hours passed and the two only stopped talking to help Mr. Mime prepare dinner. Though then again when meaning talking it was more of Morty talking and Sabrina listening and commenting quietly.
Morty sighed looking at the time before glancing at Sabrina, "... So you still see the psychologist?" he asked her. The psychic woman didn't look at Morty but she did nod her head. "If thats what you need, then I am glad you are doing what you think is best for you Sabrina... but don't be a stranger to old friends ok? Us gym leaders should stick together." He said as he stood, understanding Sabrina stood as well.
"Agreed. I will keep in touch." She said as she led the gym leader to her front door. The two stood their a second, both really not wanting to say goodbye. As well Sabrina felt saner when someone was with her and Morty felt she needed her. He stood there a moment before leaning forward and kissed Sabrina's cheek, a short fast kiss before he whispered a goodbye and left the room.
"You shouldn't trust him, he just wants in your pants." The annoying imaginary being said with a sharp glare.
"... Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? pffft... yes."
The train station wasn't very busy. A few rare souls here, and there.Some maintenance men were about also. But otherwise nearly empty. Morty sighed as he sat on a bench in wait. Checking his watch the train was all ready five minutes late. Morty hated trains, always late, always smelly and always have some kind of creep on them.
He should have just taken the long way, near silver mountains, but he knew he had duties to attend too. Thats why he didn't stay the night in a hotel or something. Plus he would be home before three on the train at least, joys of inventions eh? As the ghost trainer sat there he could hear the whistle of a distant train, rising to his feet he shivered and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
"... A ghost Pokémon?" he looked around, knowing that was the affect he got usually from that type. With a pause he blinked and realized this was no ghost. The figure stood next to him, taller and intimidating, though its features could not be made out. Eyes glowed brightly as the figure looked at Morty and seemed even though hard to see, smirked.
"I have some bad news for you." The voice rang out and Morty could have sworn he heard it before. But as the voice came he knew instantly, he was in some trouble and began to back off quickly.
"Whoa?"
The eyes flash and Morty screamed grabbing at his face. "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" He pushed back slamming his side into a pillar in the station. A security guard saw the screaming man and began to make his way over. But he did not see the figure that had injured him. Morty was screaming and yelling as if he was being attacked. The guard was at his side but had to get back from the thrashing man. The guard yelled for help before pulling out his cell phone to call 911.
The figure just watched, unseen, unheard... almost ... Morty heard him.
"Not that you will be able to remember this but..."
"Sabrina is mine."
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