C-Cis and the Adventures of Team Plasma

Part 13

It was an empty space in the woods. The grass around the decaying body was brown and reminded more of dirt that grass. It reeked of a chemical cocktail that was devestating, mostly consisting of Ammonia. Grubbins were inside of the flesh of the corpse, that now has begun to decompose, judging by how it was at the time the two grunts found it, a few days if not weeks ago when the process started.
Calvin was going ahead, flinching at the sudden disgusting smell that entered his nose, while C didn't seem to mind, or at least hid the fact that he hated it well. When they got to the body it was already beggining to get dark at 3 pm, while it was summer, due to the fact that the trees were surrounding them, creating said opening inside the forest. Calvin nodded. "You were right. I will send a grunt out here to burry it." He said, symbolizing C to stay. C nodded and did as he was told, although he obviously didn't like this fact and made no effort of hiding it. He sat down under a tree and smoked. As he was halfway done with his cigaret, a female grunt, about a head smaller than, the 16 year old grunt that C was, came to him. She gasped in shock and pulled down her mask vomiting at the sight and smell of the decaying body. It was defenetly a human, which made C care even less, yet made the girl worry more. She had the standart orange hair, which was usually dyed, in the typical hairstyle of the female grunts.

The body itself was decomposed to the point where it wasn't clear if it was a male or a female. The wings of a Swaillow were cut into the back of the corpse, making them look like an evil angel. C wasn't religious, nor understand the concept of it, as it made no sense to him, making him not comment a thing. The female was disgusted and got out her Pokemon, that was commanded to dig a grave, so it couldn't be traced back to the evil organisation of Team Plasma. C finnished the cigaret, threw it onto the ground and stepped on it, destinguishing it. "Catch some grubbins. Command by Ghetsis." The female grumt said while gagging. C gave an annoyed nod and cought some in Pokeballs, befire going back and delivering them to Colress. The lab was the same, as in the coma dream, making it seem oddly familiar to C, who ignored it.

Later that day the only thing the grunts talked about was the body and the fact that C didn't react to it, creating rumors about him, that he was working in that field or that he was a murderer. All of them were wrong. C would only kill if nessecary, mwaning only if Colress, he himself, or Sophie, who was dead anyways, was being harmed or about to be killed. C went to the training room, where he started to work out, trying to get his mind of of the others and of of anythig else. He used some dumbells for a change, which he usually dispised to use, as he didn't feel the progress as much. He knew he would always look thin, yet it was a nice thing to be strong and thin, as most people wouldn't expect this. Especially not from a 16 year old teenager, that joined because he was starving, alone, homelesd and mostly, a criminal, that stole food to survive and stole a necklace. Suddenly a thought shot into Cs head. "What if Team Plasma disbands and I need a home? I would be fucked. . . I had no home. . . nor a way to survive." That thought, made him drop the 10 kg dumbells, he used for warmup, drop right onto his feet. He didn't care, being used to pain, simply picking them up again and continuing training with that thought in the back of his head. He put them back and left the room, going down the currently empty halls of the ship. He went towards Colress' lab, needing a Pokedex, as he wouldn't know what his Pokemons attacks were. He entered and askes for said device, which he pocketed. "Chris. How have you been?" Colress asked, caringly. "Good." C said as he left and closed the door behind him, walking the empty halls again. 'wish she was still alive. . .' He thought, with she meaning Sophie.

C went to the sleepingquarter and layed down in his bed, not realizing he dropped something when entering. He didn't really feel emotions anymore and barely cared about others, excluding Colress of course, as he saw Colress as an extremely nice and kind man. He stroked his now white hair as he thought back. He held it back, yet now the thoughts overwelmed him and he got a flashback.