.:Mear:.
“She’s a very sweet girl, you know that right? Why would you want to hurt her if you left?” Xio sighed as he moved his bangs to the side of his face and I almost looked down at my feet but kept my eyes level with Xio. “It would pain me to see her in that condition, I mean sad and crying. You know that is what you would do to her, don’t you?” I knew that already, and it replayed in my head multiple times. I had to put it on the bookcase. I couldn’t see that. It made me want to not leave… but I had to.
“It’s for the greater good. I need to leave, it’s my only option. Now if you will excuse me…” The conversation needed to be over and I needed to leave before this man convinced me to stay.
“Ha, I see how it is. So you wouldn’t mind if I have her do you?” I froze in my steps and turned around to look at him. It minded me very much if another man took her when I had to leave and I told her that in the sad minded note that I left her. She wasn’t anyone’s property, and why did this man think she was?
“I do mind and Shupple isn’t anyone’s property,” I said coldly to him and he just laughed and shrugged just a bit. This man… what was he?
“Oh I don’t agree my dear friend. If you leave, I will only comfort her and keep her from crying ‘oh why did my sweet Mear leave me’ and ‘I’m so lonely.’ You see, it’s fair game once you leave. But don’t you worry; I’ll take good care of her while you’re gone, just like when I kissed her with her luscious lips.” Anger enraged in me. How could this man of such darkness be so… teasing and burn it into my mind? Why would he kiss Shupple, if that even to be true? It sounded so… there were no words to describe how I felt. How dare him… Shupple was not a toy in my eyes and drawings. She was… much more.
“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF SHUPPLE THAT WAY!” I let a fist go towards him and hit him in the chest. Even though I knew I was not strong enough even to make a dent, but maybe to make enough of a sense in him. I knew it would make no difference to what I spoke through me, and I had completely let my guard down.
“Did I hit a nerve?” He just smirked. “Guess I did, and is that a punch? It felt more like a tickle.” My eyes widened as he took my wrist and twisted it in the wrong way, the ligaments and tendons in the muscles tearing almost immediately. Searing pain coursed through me and I was about to scream until he pushed me down onto the ground and placed his empty hand over my mouth. Was this really the end? “You dare hit me; you made a big mistake when you did that trash.”
He continued to twist my wrist in the same way, the radius breaking, then the ulna, then the carpal afterwards. I could feel the ligaments breaking in my arms, snapping right after the other along with the veins popping here and there. I started screaming, the pain unbearable.
“No one can hear you Mear but do continue to scream. I will enjoy this…” I knew he was. It was obvious in his whole demeanor and aura about him. It was more than just pure terror that went about me about him… but more like hell itself. “Forgive me my friend, but this may hurt a bit…” He started to laugh. “Okay, I lied, it will hurt a lot.”
I could feel the pain in my shoulder as he dug his claws deep into my skin and grabbed my collarbone, it shattering and breaking under him tearing it out. I tried hard to get out of his grip, but I wasn’t strong enough. The tears wouldn’t start coming as they were drawn down my face, the pain being as strong as being burned alive.
“Does it hurt Mear? It should…” He then dug his fist into my neck and ripped out at least half of my voice box, the internal cords connected to my mouth ripping in half as he took the his hand off my mouth and blood somewhat came out of his mouth from putting my own blood into his mouth. I was only able to cough up blood and not scream anymore, the will to do that unmistakable and impossible. This was impossible. It was improbable.
“Delicious I’d say. Now let’s see what you do next…” It was just a mere toy to him. He picked me up by my tail, that searing on my spinal cord, and threw me against a tree, I feeling each of my ribs break in a single wave. I couldn’t breathe, the ribs puncturing the outer layer of layers around my hurt and starting to pierce it all together.
I felt the blood pouring out of my mouth as I just sat there, me able to move but not wanting to. Blood seeped out of my shoulder and neck. It felt like… something I couldn’t describe.
He walked over to me, and picked up my right leg and was already starting to break it in his grip. I screamed in pain as he lifted it upwards, even if I was not able to. “I wonder what happens if I snap your leg backwards…” He hyper extended my leg and I could feel everything break within an instant with my humorous breaking out of the distal end of my knee and every pore in my leg bleeding outwards and inwards. Enough torture…
“Oops! Sorry Mear I was only trying to help. Oh that’s right; you were planning on leaving right.” He then crouched beside me and took my hat and placed it on his head as he leaned over me. “Do you know what Shupple will feel if you leave? Do ya?” I wasn’t able to answer, and if I was able to, I still wouldn’t answer. Not to him. I knew I was going to die. I already felt myself failing inside.
“Huh? I can’t hear you!” He then slammed his fist straight into my abdomen, rupturing every single organ in its place. “You see Mear, her heart will be broken.” He ran his fingers down my chest as the pain ruptured inside me, the endorphins not even making it possible to make the pain stop all together. “A broken heart is very hard to fix, do you care if I take yours just in case? Since you are leaving her I don’t see why you would need it in the first place.”
I wasn’t able to react until I saw him holding my very own beating heart in his hand. “I’ll tell her that you left it behind for a memento.” He just laughed with a smile.
“Cough cough….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” And then I opened my eyes, realizing I was talking, which shouldn’t have been possible, and placed my hands all around my body, finding not one piece missing. Yet, I was still terrified. What could this man really do under such circumstances, if he was this… hellish?
“But how?”
“Humph, you mind was easy to conquer and easily tricked. That was an illusion I let you see.” He walked behind me as I stood, my hat still on my head, his arms crossed. “Now I suggest you leave before I actually commit that torture on you.”
“I’ll tell Shupple about you.” It was my turn to snap retorts instead of him. That was hell… This man… what else could he do beside torture the mind. I grabbed my sketchbook out of my bag and placed my hand on it.
“Oh ho ho. There’s no need for that, she is already aware of what I am. To be honest, I’m flattered to know she knows about me. That’s why I have a liking to her. She is only a pawn in this game that I am playing and I plan to use her,” Xio said but I could tell the innocence. I couldn’t leave if he was going to use Shupple in such a way. I just couldn’t.
“Then I won’t go…” I took a paintbrush out and pointed it at him. “I……I….I will protect her… I won’t let you hurt her.” I knew it wasn’t going to do any good.
“Ohhhh how scary!” He scoffed, mocking me, which made me scowl. “It’s too late for that and for that matter, you.” I wasn’t even able to catch breath as he knocked me out. Shupple… No…
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*Hours Later*
My head pounded as I sat up in a somewhat comfortable bed and pushed myself to sit. Where was I, and for that matter, what was I doing here? I opened up my eyes and looked around me. Polished tiles, clean walls, and beeping machines around me with an IV inserted into my left hand. All around me was what I actually wanted to draw at the moment, but I didn’t know where my sketchbook was at all. Where were my things and why was I in a hospital?
“Oh, good. You’ve finally woken up.” I looked to the side of me where the voice was emanating from and saw a woman who seemed to be a Snover, but a nurse as well. She was holding my bag in her arms. She walked over to me and handed it to me as I looked up at her.
“What… am I doing here?” I asked as my head pounded even more, which made me grab my forehead and groaned a little.
“Some small Electkids brought you here, saying you had a massive head trauma earlier. We scanned you over and it seems that some of the parts in your brain are under some trauma, including your memory cortex. We don’t understand why, but once we run a few more tests, we’ll know the results of what happened to you.” I sighed in frustration. I couldn’t remember what had happened to me at all. What had gone on today in all, beside Electkids, which almost sounded familiar?
“For the time being, you’ll be stuck here for a while. Do you have any family members or friends I could call to tell them that you are here?” She asked as I drew out my paintbrush, finding a small amount of new paints in my bag. Where had I gotten those?
“No, not that I can think of,” I told her as I saw my sketchbook was already opened up to a page I found not familiar at all. It was of a girl and me, it all being colored in with my watercolor paints. Black hair… red eyes. A smile that lit up the world came from this girl and yet… I don’t remember… who she is. I would’ve remembered her if I had ever met her.
“Is that your girlfriend?” I jumped at the Snover’s voice and looked at her, confused, and yet, I was relaxed. Why was I relaxed in this situation of mine?
“I don’t… know. I don’t… remember,” I sighed, my chest heaving in almost anticipation to know this girl. Was she something to me…? I could only remember figures and shapes of my memory of which surrounded the past many days. This was the only picture I could remember her by.
“I’ll have that checked when we have you go in for a scan. Meanwhile, why don’t you try and remember her? Think of things that help stimulate your memory. That’s what I always do. I would look through your sketchbook, if I were you. Smeargle’s always put important memories inside their sketchbook,” the Snover told me as she walked to the door and opened it a smidge.
“What’s your name? I’ve never heard of a Snover working in a hospital before,” I said and she smiled brightly.
“My name’s Snow. I’ll be your nurse from here on out. What’s yours?” She asked as she lifted her hat back onto her head, it being brown, green, and white. I knew this one answer for sure.
“My name’s Mear,” I told her and she wrote it down on her clipboard before she walked out and said something.
“Nice to meet you, Mear.” And then, she left, leaving me to my thoughts.
My eyes drifted back to the picture below my palms and I moved my hand to look at the girl. We were holding hands and blushing immensely, and smiling together. I pressed into my memories of who this girl was. I wanted to know. Needed to. Had to. Demanded to know. Determined to find out.
Just... who was this girl?
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This tis be the end of Mear for now! Now, I don't know if I am allowed to post for Mear for updates, because I have to get permission from everybody, so I have no idea yet so far is to what is going to happen to Mear. ^^
I liked how this turned out~! I'm really going to miss Mear TT_TT It was somewhat depressing and hard to write for him, so yeah... TT_TT I will miss Mear, but either way, he is safe but just out of the story!
~Anime-chan
