Pokémon: Forever Wounded

Clubroom life

Rosie untied the man, made him stand up, and pushed him. 
"Run along now." 

The man ran for his life panicked and sluggishly. Just as he was the right distance away towards the door, she got out her pistol, and blew his brains out. Still got it. Perfect timing. 

Rosie lit a cigarette, questioning her own motives. She hated all of this. Everything. Taking over her father's company, absolutely everything.  

She stared into a mirror in the room, and her father stared back. She felt her legs telling her to move. Her heart clenching. Her rage brewing. She reached for her glasses and cast them to the floor. She grabbed the bat from the floor, and by instinct alone, a thousand silver shards screamed with her as the bat smashed it. Shard into shard, shard into dust, dust into dust.

Who knew how far it went?

She went outside, took out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled. Breathing in the smoke. The fire burnt away as the nicotine coursed through her. She sighed out smoke that vanished into the air. Into the air of the grey and traumatised Wyndon. They'd suffered too much too recently. There was no break from all this suffering. Since 2010 it had just been a constant stream of violence, in or outside of war.  She was going to change that. That was why she took her loathsome late father's job. All these things she'd done. All the things she regretted. All the things she once regretted but had become desensitised to.  It had to be worth it, right?

She didn't even have enough time to be able to wallow in her thoughts because of some fuckwit reporter.

"Ms Rose, could I take your statement on the Iron Cult insurgency?" 

"No." 

"No? But, this is a big story, what you say here will impac-" 

She fumbled a switchblade between her hands as he talked before interrupting him.

"If you want a story, I'll give you one. How does 'Rosie Rose castrates nosy journalist' sound? I've shot people for less." She didn't know if she was lying about that last part, but really wanted this fuckwit reporter to leave her the hell alone.

She never saw his face again.

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Prina scoffed as Kieran walked past her to enter the league club. Only what Rootsie had told her to do stopped her from making a snarky comment or something that she knew would make Kieran uncomfortable. Rory was staring her down, to no effect. Prina didn't attend the League Club, but had been told to wait for someone outside of it. 

Kieran opened the clubroom door, and everyone's head turned, most of them smiling. It gave a sense of overwhelm.

Aurora grinned as Kieran walked towards her. 

"Onion back in the clubroom?" she said, dragging out the 'o' sound.

"Yeah, but I'm goin' to Kitakami pretty soon."

"D'awwww-" Rory said with feigned, teasing, but lighthearted dissapointment, "when will onionhead be back?"

"I don't know, I guess I'll be back at-"

Rory seemed very irritated that Kieran no longer found her nickname for him irritating. She adjusted her beanie, "that's not supposed to be how you're supposed to react!" she gave an almost cartoonish face of faux-frustration. 

"Rory, honestly, I like it." Kieran fiddled with his hair a bit.

"It was funnier when you got angy," Rory said in her Tails-esque voice, "want me to do my Tails impression?"