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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Summary: There's something funny about this psychologist's patient ...
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Rated: PG (K+)[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Genre: Mystery/Tragedy[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Disclaimer: Pokémon and other related characters do not belong to the author.
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]This 'fic is a little old, but I've revised it a bit to make it more detailed and coherent because you lot at sppf still haven't been able to piece together what happened to our dear girl Kali (not in one post at least). I suppose it's a bit my fault because I never really made it clear what exactly happened that night. It was inspired when I read three Pokedex entries if that helps. Anyway, enjoy!
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]She had one of those freaky, little smiles like the ones stitched on a doll's mouth. Her eyes were dull sapphires, shaped like cat's eye marbles, and embedded in slanted eyelids. Her face was smooth and pale white, even though it was basked in the glittering, honey-colored sunlight. Limp arms laid lifelessly at her sides, and her legs dangled from the chair she sat upon, the tips of her shoes barely scraping the dusky wood floor. Her head was bowed down, her chin resting on her chest, causing strands of wispy brown hair to droop in front of her face when she wheezed for breath from her flaring nostrils.[/FONT]
[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Basically, she was a lifeless, little wench. Nevertheless though, her parents paid me to help her and help her I would.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Now,” I said slowly, tapping a pen on the circular glass tabletop, the clinking pleasantly ringing through my ears, “your parents say that your name is Kali, right?” [/FONT]
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She did not answer but continued to stare at her shoes through blank eyes instead. I heard her gurgle from the back of her throat, and I figured this was her way of saying yes.[/FONT]
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I've been a child psychologist for about eight years now, and I've had my share of unique children. Some were very angry. Some lied to hide the truth. Some were imaginatively strangled in the depths of my mind due to my frustration. But at least these children spoke, unlike this ... Kali girl who had not uttered an intelligible word besides that goddamn gurgle in the past three weeks. She was a puzzle that I couldn't figure out. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]And how old are you again?” I asked in attempt to start conversation.[/FONT]
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Slowly, her limp limbs came to life, and her frail fingers unraveled themselves from clenched fists. She held up ten bent fingers, almost twig-like, jagged and frail. I nodded at this, and the girl dropped her arms, letting them flop around wildly before settling back in place, her smile still plastered on her face.[/FONT]
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This is how it goes everyday. Parents drop her off, kid sits at table, and then kid stares at shoes. I ask her what her name and age is, she barely responds, and then we sit in silence for the next forty-five minutes until her parents come back to pick her up. It was annoying yet worrying. Three weeks with no progress? This child was deeply troubled ... or I'm getting rusty at my job. The former sounds so much better. [/FONT]
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Today would be different though. I refused to not get anything accomplished once again.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Kali, is there anything you want to talk about?” Another question I've asked her countless times yet still remains unanswered.[/FONT]
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She only smiled at the floor and swung her legs forward, her finely polished shoes shining in the light as she gripped the sides of her chair, refusing to answer the simple question. Latios, give me patience for this Kali.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Please, Kali,” I begged, dropping my pen and hearing it clatter against the cold glass. “Your parents are worried sick about you and so am I. What happened that night? What happened the night you got your first pokémon from Professor Birch?”[/FONT]
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She refused to speak but instead chose to gurgle through closed, chapped and cracked lips. She was a stubborn one, but I could make anyone crack if I put enough pressure on her.[/FONT]
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Pushing up the thin, square frames that rested on the bridge of my nose, I re-read all the papers and documents that both Kali's mom and I collected the past few weeks while observing her actions. It seemed that day after day, Kali liked to sit on her bed and stare out the window – much like she was doing now – ever since that one fateful night Professor Birch gave her a pokémon. It was then when Kali lost all traces of emotion.[/FONT]
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I didn't understand why she was so afraid of pokémon that it scared her to an emotionless, monotonous state. Her mother told me that she should be used to being around pokémon, especially the rookie types, since her father is a famous pokémon breeder in Hoenn. It made things more troubling; she shouldn't have any problems with her own if that were the case.[/FONT]
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I turned the page and skimmed another document. This one said that Kali was a mischievous child that always got into trouble. She was also rather rich and spoiled which wasn't surprising since she was dressed in a fine, red satin dress adorned with white lace. A pair of polished Mary-Janes were slipped onto her feet along with white socks folded neatly to the ankle, a style that only prim and proper girls wore. I found it rather odd that her parents made her dress like this especially at the ripe old age of ten. Most five year olds wore this type of clothing because they had no choice, but by the age of ten, girls usually wore ratty old t-shirts and jeans with holes in them.[/FONT]
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I hid my frown and took off my glasses, cleaning the lenses with my shirt. Placing them back on, I gazed outside the window, peering at the outside world. The sun was eyeing down upon the little town of Petalburg with its golden gaze, its fingers gently warming the sandy ground. Clouds dotted the sky in small, little puffs, and a gentle breeze started up, gusting through the open window, kicking up the white satin curtains and drying the sweat upon my forehead. The twitter of a taillow rang, and the laughter of children echoed throughout the empty room of my office. The delicate, sweet smell of long grass floated into the room, and I whiffed it in, letting out a sigh soon afterward.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Nice day, isn't it?”[/FONT]
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From the corner of my eye, I saw Kali shift as a response, lifting her head from off her chest to gaze outside the window. She nodded, her same smile still abroad her face, the sunlight reflecting off the table and into her blank, blue eyes.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Do you like days like these, Kali?”[/FONT]
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Another nod answered this.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Yeah, so do I. I love going and taking walks with my pokémon. Don't you?”[/FONT]
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That got her attention. She snapped her head away from the window and glared at me, an awkward sight as she still continued to smile, clearly angered that I mentioned pokémon. [/FONT]
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Good. We're finally getting somewhere.[/FONT]
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The hatred in her eyes continued to glow, and soon, her dull eyes were filled with fire, the first sign of emotion from the past three weeks. Mentally jotting this down in my mind, I continued mentioning pokémon.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Yes. My pokémon love taking walks with me as well. Wouldn't you love to do the same with your pokémon?”[/FONT]
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She shook her head furiously, her hair flying everywhere, whipping her in the face. My, she was angered by the word pokémon. The sudden reason of her hating them out of the blue just doesn't make any sense.[/FONT]
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She crossed her arms as I began to shuffle through my papers again. Finding the certain journal article I wanted, I scanned it while continuing to glance at Kali. This journal was written by her mother about Kali going out to get her pokémon. It was eight at night, and Kali was one of the selected few to get her pokémon at night from Professor Birch. I suppose that Professor Birch was giving out nocturnal pokémon, and Kali signed up for that shift. She and her mother got in a fight earlier about what pokémon she should get. Kali wanted a poochyena, but her mother told her that it wasn't easy to train, especially if the poochyena had a vicious type of nature. Kali refused to listen and instead gave out a temper tantrum until her mother gave up and let Kali get her way. But when Kali came back, she was different. Different from before anyway.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Yes, it was a terrible fight,” I recalled her mother telling me as she blew her nose into her tissue, mascara running down her cheeks. “I don't like scolding my dear Kali, but she was being so stubborn and wasn't listening to a word I was saying. She threw so many of her precious, expensive pokédolls out the window out of anger. I suppose it was her version of 'revenge' toward me since I was the one that got her those dolls. Actually, I'm not sure what happened to them. They just seemed to ... disappear when I sent our butler out to find them.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]And she just acted ... funny when she came home?” I remember asking her.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Well, I suppose so. My husband and I were getting worried because all the other children were flocking back from the lab at around nine or so, but Kali hadn't returned. We assumed that she got lost, but we've gone through that darn forest so many times that she should have no problem finding her way back. The path is lighted by streetlights after all, and since it was so dark and so late, there were older trainers guiding the kids back. I wouldn't put it past Kali to wander off though. She gets distracted so easily. Anyway, my husband and I started to search for her at around nine thirty and found her wandering around the border of the forest, looking dazed and confused – much like now. It was like her spirit vanished. Her entire essence just seemed ... gone.”[/FONT]
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Placing the paper back on the table and breaking my train of thought, my eyes bore into the fiery blue ones of Kali, trying to peer into her soul or perhaps try to snap her out of her angered state. This was to no avail and only made her more furious. I rested my elbows on the table and my chin on closed fists, continuing to try and read Kali like a book.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]You have a pokémon. Don't you, Kali?”[/FONT]
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She frowned, snapped out of her trance, and furiously shook her head, denying that she held and controlled a creature within her possession. That was always one of my pet peeves with children; they were always so selfish. They always want something they don't have, and when they finally get it, they don't want it anymore. Perhaps she didn't like what pokémon she got, but that's not possible. After all, she got what she asked for – a poochyena.[/FONT]
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Speaking of which, I had said pokémon in my possession. Her mother gave it to me today and told me that perhaps I could piece together her new ... “mood” by releasing her pokémon. Perhaps seeing the creature that she longed for so dearly would help bring her back to her natural, or original, state.[/FONT]
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Reaching inside my pocket, I pulled out a red and white sphere, its metallic surface glinting in the light, causing the girl to growl from the back of her throat viciously. I ignored this though and pressed the white button on the ball, enlarging it from its small, marble-shape to the size of an oran berry. She continued to threaten me with a piercing glare and a loud rumble from the back of her throat, but to her horror, a shaggy, black and gray furred, crimson-eyed creature came out of the ball in flash of white light and silver sparkles. The creature shook and stretched itself from being cramped up in the ball as its soft, pink tongue poked its way between a gap in its sharp, white fangs. It barked happily, caught up in the excitement of being released. Its claws clicked on the glass table as its walked over, prodding my hand with its cold, wet nose, obviously wanting to be petted.[/FONT]
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I obliged the pokémon's wishes, scratching it on the head. “You know this poochyena don't you, Kali? It would happen to be yours, correct?”[/FONT]
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She only shuddered and pushed herself back in the chair, the chair's legs groaning in protest. Cowardly, she hopped onto her chair, hugging her legs tightly as if this would help protect her from the young hyena. The grin remained on her face despite the fact she was fearing for her life. I found this rather odd, mentally noting this in my head as well.[/FONT]
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Continuing to pet the hyena, I asked Kali another question. “Didn't you want a poochyena, Kali? What makes you fear it now?”[/FONT]
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Again, she whimpered and scooted herself away from the table, fingernails digging into her skin.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]What happened that night when you got Poochyena? Did it bite you? Is that why you're so afraid of it? Did you get jumped at night? What caused you to become like this?”[/FONT]
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The squeak of floorboards answered.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Why do you constantly smile? This isn't a bad thing, of course, but it's also okay to be content or even frown sometimes. It is like you're trying to hide something, Kali. Are you hiding anything?”[/FONT]
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Nothing but the laughter of children outside.[/FONT]
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I became more determined, and my questions came out more like demands.
“Kail, why do you no longer speak? Why do you refuse to obey or answer anything? ANSWER ME, KALI!”[/FONT]
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She quickly turned her head, wispy hair covering part of her face. Stubborn wench.[/FONT]
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Sighing, I continued to pet the poochyena through gritted teeth, trying hard not to yell again. I knew it was very unprofessional of me to yell at one of my patients, especially if one seemed to be in a traumatized state like she was. Good thing she could not speak or at least refuse to otherwise I would get myself in a whole bunch of trouble.[/FONT]
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To cover this up though, I set the poochyena on the floor and urged and pushed it toward her in hopes of her former love for such creatures would rekindle itself again. The poochyena got the idea and began to trot toward its trainer, panting happily. The girl only shuddered and pushed herself backward until the back of the chair met the white, plaster walls. She sat on the edge, ready to run just in case, gripping the sides of the chair, whimpering through a stitched smile. The young hyena only made its way closer toward Kali, and I couldn't help but grin at its attempts to get closer with its trainer.[/FONT]
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Kali looked awfully frightened though as if she saw a ghost, and whatever small trace of flushed cheeks she had quickly disappeared. Looking around quickly, head shifting left and right, she got up from her seat slowly and stepped backward toward the wall, pushing herself against it, perhaps hoping she would turn transparent and float away from her supposed danger. Her fingers gripped the top of the chair as the young hyena came closer, and slowly, she raised the wooden chair above her head, her eyes narrowing to form a glare. Like an animal trainer and a lion in the circus, Kali jabbed the legs of the chair toward the poochyena, causing it to move back a bit in surprise though it still continued to move forward. I suppose Kali began to panic, for she threw the chair out of desperation, the chair almost colliding with the fragile body of the pokémon.[/FONT]
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Unfortunately, a leg of the chair thwacked the poochyena right smack on the head before the chair crashed and broke against the glass table. The hyena let out a mighty roar of agony, causing Kali to scream shrilly to my puzzlement. She broke the seams, and out of her mouth came wispy, silver smoke, almost like it was pixie dust, that was quickly sucked out the window and floated away in a trail of dusty sparkles. She stepped forward a few steps, her arm outstretched, her fingers grasping the air, only to stumble in the opposite direction and fall backward, hitting the floor hard.[/FONT]
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I never knew that a rookie poochyena was capable of using “roar,” a move that scares off foes back whether wild or trained, but I supposed that it was yet another explanation of pokémon that us humans did not understand. Perhaps new “moves” were learned when the pokémon felt that the trainer could wield that elemental power. Perhaps pokémon were able to use moves that they should not know when threatened. But I'm no pokémon professor, so why bother figuring it out?[/FONT]
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The young poochyena, who managed to calm down its beating heart, treaded over toward the limp body of Kali, licking its owner's face. It whimpered though and stepped back a bit, toenails clicking on the wooden floorboards, crimson eyes wide, startled. Its nose twitched a bit like its sensitive nostrils smelled something horrible, and its tail laid limp instead of the perky wag it had a few moments ago.[/FONT]
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Surprised at this, I got up from my chair, walked over, and inspected the girl from where I stood. Her long, cobwebby hair was sprawled out all over the floorboards, her eyelids protecting her dull, gem-like eyes. Her mouth, which was formerly closed like it were stitched that way, was opened into the shape of a perfect “O,” like she were ambushed. She laid down in an eagle-spread position, arms and legs stretched out like she was making snow angels. I bent down, brushing the hair out of her face, and instantly, goosebumps traveled up and down my arm, pricking up the hairs on my skin. I raised an eyebrow, peering at her through the top of my glasses, awfully confused.[/FONT]
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No wonder she looked so pale.[/FONT]
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She was dead.[/FONT]
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Hopefully I did it better this time. If not (or you have the case of the stupid right now), here are some hints about what happened (though I do recommend trying to figure it out on your own before reading the hints). I put them in three categories just in case you need a push in the right direction, though I won't tell you what happened. Yet anyway.
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]These hints were in the story itself, but it's easy to bypass if you're reading it casually:[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]- psychologist's comment on the “roar” attack
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]- what time of day Kali “changed” and what type of pokemon come out during this time[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]
- take note of Kali's nature before she got her pokemon. Specifically, what actions she did the night she got her pokémon[/FONT]
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]- what time of day Kali “changed” and what type of pokemon come out during this time[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]
- take note of Kali's nature before she got her pokemon. Specifically, what actions she did the night she got her pokémon[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]That didn't help, huh? Some in-story quotes maybe?[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]“She had one of those freaky, little smiles like the ones stitched on a doll's mouth.”[/FONT]
“ [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I don't like scolding my dear Kali, but she was being so stubborn and wasn't listening to a word I was saying. She threw so many of her precious, expensive pokédolls out the window. Actually, I'm not sure what happened to them. They just seemed to ... disappear when I sent our butler out to find them.”[/FONT]
“ [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]We assumed that she got lost, but we've gone through that darn forest so many times that she should have no problem finding her way back ... I wouldn't put it past Kali to wander off though. She gets distracted so easily ... [/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]It was like her spirit vanished. Her entire essence just seemed ... gone.[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]”[/FONT]
“... [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]stepped backward toward the wall, pushing herself against it, perhaps hoping she would turn transparent and float away from her supposed danger[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif].”[/FONT]
“ [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]The hyena let out a mighty roar of agony, causing Kali to scream shrilly to my puzzlement. She broke the seams, and out of her mouth came wispy, silver smoke ...”[/FONT]
“ [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I never knew that a rookie poochyena was capable of using “roar,” a move that scares off foes back whether wild or trained ...”[/FONT]
“ [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I don't like scolding my dear Kali, but she was being so stubborn and wasn't listening to a word I was saying. She threw so many of her precious, expensive pokédolls out the window. Actually, I'm not sure what happened to them. They just seemed to ... disappear when I sent our butler out to find them.”[/FONT]
“ [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]We assumed that she got lost, but we've gone through that darn forest so many times that she should have no problem finding her way back ... I wouldn't put it past Kali to wander off though. She gets distracted so easily ... [/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]It was like her spirit vanished. Her entire essence just seemed ... gone.[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]”[/FONT]
“... [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]stepped backward toward the wall, pushing herself against it, perhaps hoping she would turn transparent and float away from her supposed danger[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif].”[/FONT]
“ [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]The hyena let out a mighty roar of agony, causing Kali to scream shrilly to my puzzlement. She broke the seams, and out of her mouth came wispy, silver smoke ...”[/FONT]
“ [FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I never knew that a rookie poochyena was capable of using “roar,” a move that scares off foes back whether wild or trained ...”[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Still have no idea what's going on? Maybe the following pokedex entries will help:[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]“[/FONT]SHEDINJA's hard body doesn't move – not even a twitch. In fact, its body appears to be merely a hollow shell. It is believed that this POKéMON will steal the spirit of anyone peering into its hollow body from its back.”
“A cursed energy permeated the stuffing of a discarded and forgotten plush doll, giving it new life as BANETTE. The POKéMON's energy would escape if it were to ever open its mouth.”
“DUSKULL wanders lost among the deep darkness of midnight. There is an oft- told admonishment given to misbehaving children that this POKéMON will spirit away bad children who earn scoldings from their mothers.”
“A cursed energy permeated the stuffing of a discarded and forgotten plush doll, giving it new life as BANETTE. The POKéMON's energy would escape if it were to ever open its mouth.”
“DUSKULL wanders lost among the deep darkness of midnight. There is an oft- told admonishment given to misbehaving children that this POKéMON will spirit away bad children who earn scoldings from their mothers.”
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