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17 – Tracked
[Tuesday, July 20, 8.47 AM]
“Is he okay?”
“He’s waking up, right?”
“I hope he’s feeling fine...”
“Why don’t you two give him some room?”
“Okay...”
Cepheus’ return to consciousness before he opened his eyes was greeted by a series of voices all speaking above him – and all of them female. He didn’t know who was who quite yet since he wasn’t quite awake, but the voices seemed to be vaguely familiar. His eyes slowly opened, and he began to survey his surroundings. He was sleeping in a bed, having bright blue sheets, and the room was also sky blue to match it. There were various articles of furniture in the room as well as a mirror, and one wall had a window with its curtains parted and its pane opened to let in the ocean breeze. There were also four people at his bedside standing nearby, as if they were waiting for Cepheus to wake up. Cepheus recognized two of them – namely Emma and Abigail – and they were huddled closer to the bed as if waiting anxiously for Cepheus to wake up. The other two were standing by the wall – one of them was Lyon, and the other one was a woman Cepheus had neither met nor seen before. She had deep brown eyes and long black wavy hair, a slight tan, and was dressed in rather dark colors that complimented her appearance beautifully. Her nails were painted a deep red and she appeared to be wearing a peridot ring on her left ring finger.
“Mr. White, you’re finally awake!” Emma exclaimed. “You feeling okay?”
“I appear to be fine...” Cepheus said, “although it still hurts a little bit to move.”
“You should probably take it easy!” Abigail chimed in. “Lyon told me you were really beat up when he found you!”
“Lyon?” Cepheus asked. “Oh yes, that’s right...that was when Lazaro almost killed me. Lyon, you were the one who rescued me?”
“I was,” Lyon answered, taking a few paces forward from the wall. “I was also told by our friend that even though you seem to have mostly recovered, you shouldn’t push yourself too much. He got you a pair of crutches so you can walk around on them if your joints are hurting. They’re leaning by the side of the bed.”
“I understand... but I do have a few questions.”
“Go ahead.”
“First, the things that I meant to get... ‘He’ said he’d be getting them, so has he brought them here?”
“He has. He’s placed them in my care. They consist of a briefcase and a few other small belongings. He’s instructed me specifically to keep them safe and secluded until you are more fully recovered, and then I’ll give them to you.”
“Ah, good.” Cepheus sat up in the bed, and he let out a slight groan, as if it really did hurt to move, even if only slightly. “My other question...” He then turned to the woman who was standing next to Lyon. “I don’t believe we’ve met yet, have we?”
“Technically, we have,” the woman responded, “but only in passing. My name’s Esmeralda.” She revealed her right hand to Cepheus, and on it was set a bright yellow insignia with a lightning pattern. Cepheus shook her hand firmly.
“Very pleased to meet you. I assume that you are the one who opened our doors to
us?”
“It was a bit of an order, but I definitely don’t mind. After all, we are all allies, right?”
“That’s very true. Even so I must thank you for your great hospitality.”
“You’re very welcome, Mr. White.”
“Um, excuse me...” Emma said. “I don’t want to interrupt, but I want to tell Mr. White something...something important.”
“Go ahead,” Esmeralda replied.
“Well...I want to tell him myself, without the rest of you around. And you guys know already, so I want to tell Mr. White.”
“Ah, right, that. We’ll leave you be with Mr. White for a bit.”
“Aw, I wanted to stay with Cepheus!” Abigail protested. “Even with the bruises on his face he’s still a cutie!”
“Come on,” Lyon replied with a chuckle. “You’ll have plenty of time later.”
The other three people left the bedroom together, leaving Cepheus and Emma alone in the room. There was a brief period of silence, which Cepheus broke after two seconds.
“I worry about that Abigail and what goes through her head,” Cepheus muttered, shaking his head a bit. “Anyway, what do you have to tell me?”
“Well, it’s...this...”
Emma then squeezed her right hand a tiny bit, and when she did so, a very familiar Kingdra Spirit appeared, floating in the air six inches above Emma’s head. Around the Kingdra’s waist was a belt, attached to a tether that led down to Emma’s right hand.
“Louise...” Cepheus spoke softly. Without Cepheus even thinking about it, Hector summoned himself from the insignia on Cepheus’ own hand, and just like in the dream, his red fur and yellow mane and tail had changed to blue and silver, respectively.
“Louise!” Hector exclaimed. “How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in a while!”
“Hector,” Louise responded, “these past few months have been trying on us all, no?”
“Emma,” Cepheus continued, “you formed the bond of friendship?
“Yeah...” Emma answered. “I did.”
“When was this?”
“It was a little bit after I heard my brother got arrested. I...I couldn’t believe that Jimmy would do something like that, but he did. I wanted to believe in something different, that Pokémon were good and not evil, but what my brother did...it was wrong...”
“And that’s when Louise tried to comfort you?”
“Yes...She’s so kind and comforting, just like my mom...I felt really at ease when becoming her friend...”
“I see. Well, all the same, I am very glad that you are feeling all right.”
“You’ve all been so very nice to me...It’s like you all are my new family...”
“We’re Pacters. That’s what we do. We look out for each other. And these tethers...They are proof of that. Emma...shake my hand.”
“Louise told me about this...It’s how we all stick together...”
Cepheus did that, and Emma felt an instantaneous surge of energy much like Cepheus had felt upon having his first handshake with a Pacter.
“Was that...our friendship?” Emma asked.
“In the simplest sense, yes,” Cepheus replied. “Emma, I am happy that you are happy again...and I’m very sorry for what happened to your brother.”
“No, it’s okay...You did nothing wrong. I just can’t believe my brother did that.”
“I wonder what’s going to happen to him...”
Meanwhile, on the ground floor of the house that constituted Esmeralda’s residence, there was soon to start a conversation that would be none too welcome by anyone, and yet it was something that could not in any way be avoided. The only way it could be described would be as a ‘cruel date with destiny’, and no matter its outcome, it was not going to end well.
The doorbell rang at roughly eleven o’clock, and although Esmeralda wasn’t expecting any company, she answered the door all the same. Standing there was a rather tall robust man, having scraggly black hair and beard, and the way he was dressed with gray shirt, trousers, and overcoat, made him look almost as if he was made of metal. This was Jentus, the second member of the Three Terrors.
“Can I help you?” Esmeralda asked.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Jentus responded politely. “The local police have received a report that there’s a potentially dangerous individual laying low around the area of Olivine, and we were wondering if you might have seen this person or know where he is.”
“Why would you ask me?”
“You’ve lived in the area for quite a while, haven’t you? That leads me to assume that you recognize most people around these parts.”
“...I do, yes. What’s this person’s name?”
“His name is White – Cepheus White. He was involved in an attack on the Hearthome Synthetics Plant, and it’s possible that he may have instigated it. He’s currently on the run from the law, which is why we’re looking for him.”
While Jentus was saying this, Lyon walked upstairs and into the bedroom where Cepheus was resting, and relayed the news of what was going on downstairs.
“Cepheus,” Lyon whispered as he walked in, “someone from law enforcement is looking for you, and he looks like he might be one of Lazaro’s friends.”
“That can’t be good,” Cepheus replied. “It means that I’ll have to fight him while wounded.”
“You don’t seriously intend to fight him, do you?”
“Lyon...there’s a possibility that he might end up using violence to look for me, and thus your lives might be jeopardized. Besides, he only wants me – he doesn’t want the rest of you. It’s best if I just make myself known to him.”
“In that case...I must come with you to help.”
“No,” Cepheus responded, taking hold of his crutches and leaving the bed, “it’s fine.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know where this White person is,” Esmeralda answered Jentus. “Can you give me a physical description of him?”
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Jentus replied.
“Why is that?”
“Because I see him behind you, walking down the stairs on crutches.”
Esmeralda whipped her head around at this point in surprise, and just as Jentus had said, Cepheus was making his way down the staircase, accompanied by his crutches, with Lyon nearby to offer support in case he fell down.
“What are you doing...!” Esmeralda hissed at Cepheus.
“You wanted to see me?” Cepheus said to Jentus, ignoring the reprimand.
“Are you Cepheus White?” Jentus asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“You are...rather brave to reveal yourself like this, even while walking on crutches.”
“You are looking for me, are you not?”
“I am. And am I to understand you are giving yourself up without a fight?”
“...No.”
“Pardon?”
“You must understand for what I fight for. I fight for a future in which human and Pokémon alike can live together in harmony, without the thought of being oppressed or ostracized, or worse, imprisoned or executed. Is there any harm in the dream I fight for? And even you must admit that the charges leveled against me are fabricated.”
“...I respect you, Mr. White, but unfortunately I cannot disobey a direct order – doing so means my own execution. Therefore, I must take you with me, by force if need be.”
“I have a suggestion. The two of us, we shall fight, one-on-one, in a battleground amiable to us both. We can each bring one person with us to ensure the fight will be fair. If you win, I shall willingly go with you and accept whatever punishment may arise. If I win, you will agree to leave me alone and drop the falsified charges. Regardless of the outcome, though...you must agree to leave my friends alone, as they aren’t the ones you’re after.”
“A gentleman’s agreement...? And terms agreeable to both parties. Very well, Mr. White, I accept your conditions. Pick your second man.”
Cepheus had said this not only for Lyon to help him and support him in case he fell under the weight of the pain, but he also wanted to lure out Solano, who would most likely be Jentus’ second man. He had no intention of fighting Solano, but he wanted to see the person that Deus was so fearful of Cepheus squaring off against. But fortunately, Jentus was his opponent instead.
“Lyon,” Cepheus said, turning to his best friend, “come with me. I need moral support.”
“Cepheus...” Lyon replied, meeting his friend’s gaze. “I’ve told you that I’m against the idea of you fighting in a weakened state, but if you are so bound and determined to fight, then I will go along with you.”
“I’ve picked my second man, Jentus. Who’s yours?”
“Very well,” Jentus replied. “Solano!”
Jentus snapped his fingers, and at his behest Solano appeared, standing ten feet behind Jentus, with eyes closed and arms crossed. Cepheus and Lyon then both got their first look at Solano – how imposing and terrifying he looked, how the sun caused his body to radiate with a golden glow, and how incredibly reserved he was. Cepheus could understand why Deus was concerned – Solano showed no qualms about showing his rider form...if he even had one.
“Solano,” Jentus said, turning around to his companion. “meet me at the field north of town. Cepheus and I are to do battle there.”
Solano merely nodded without responding in words, and vanished as quickly as he had appeared.
“I would square off with you on this beach here, as it’s much wide open,” Jentus stated to Cepheus, “but the terrain would give a disadvantage to us both, would it not?”
“...You do your homework,” Cepheus replied. “You know my Spirit.”
“I was informed by Lazaro. Now, come. This way.”
As Cepheus followed Jentus on the path out of Olivine toward the north, which consisted of mostly large fields of grass used for grazing, Lyon was talking with Cepheus about his continued disapproval of what Cepheus was doing.
“This doesn’t make any sense!” Lyon protested. “How do you know he’s not leading you into a trap?”
“That’s why I brought you with me – for that very purpose.”
“Why can’t we fight him together?”
“There are two reasons. Firstly, as I suspected, he brought backup – Solano – with him. Secondly, Lyon...this is not your fight. He is not after you.”
“Cepheus, you...you really are selfless. But, throwing your life away just to keep us safe? Doesn’t it seem like a little much to you?”
“I know that you would do the same for me in return. And even if that weren’t so...I will do anything to keep the rest of you safe. I want this war to end as much as you do.”
Lyon didn’t respond – he found no words to answer his friend that conveyed enough meaning to expressed what he felt and thought. After fifteen minutes of walking, and Cepheus occasionally leaning on Lyon due to his crutches, the three men arrived at the field in question. Solano was already there, waiting for them, leaning on a short fence on the sidelines, his eyes now open, but his arms were still crossed as always. Jentus took his place on the far end of the field, and Cepheus stood on the opposite end. He gave his crutches to Lyon as he readied himself for battle.
“Cepheus, are you sure you’ll be able to stand up?” Lyon asked.
“I’m sure,” Cepheus answered. “All you need do is support me from the sidelines.”
Lyon did so without another word and stood leaning on the fence, about twenty feet down from Solano. He was intent on watching this battle, and despite what Cepheus may say he wasn’t about to let his friend get captured, even if it did mean a two-on-one fight. In the meantime, both Cepheus and Jentus summoned their respective Spirits – the blue Flareon, Hector, and the silver Aggron, who introduced itself as Garland.
“You’re my opponent?” Garland asked. “I’d ask if this was a joke, but the look of determination in your eyes tells me otherwise, boy.”
“Who are you calling boy?” Hector retorted.
“You both look young, so I guess both of you. But you’re both bound and determined to fight, and I respect that. Shall we begin?”
Cepheus responded by tugging Hector’s tether, transforming himself into his new rider form. There was very little difference between it and his original human form, but there was also enough difference to make it noticeable. Cepheus still had blue ears sprouting from his head and a silver mane about his neck, but there were also blue rings of fire encircling his wrists and ankles, constantly moving as if they were alive. The tail that Cepheus had possessed before was also completely absent. Jentus responded in turn by tugging his own tether that bound him to Garland. He too had very little difference in his rider form, but his head, body, and legs appeared to now be covered in battle armor, his crown was protected by a helmet reminiscent of an Aggron’s own headpiece, and from his back sprouted a thick large gray tail, looking much like Lazaro’s in terms of strength.
“Let’s get this over with,” Cepheus stated softly.
“I, Jentus,” his opponent responded, “will knock you all down!”