Cry - Chapter 5
Ugh... Where I am? Something bounces off in the distance... what is it? The sound comes from a very light thing, where is this known from? ... Now I hear a sob, it has nothing to do with the other sound. What is this if I can try to remember? Unlike the bounce of something, possibly a ball, which was heard far away; this sound was coming from very close, why can't I see anything? Why is everything so dark? Think, a ball... mmm, I remember that as a child I did not like them (and I keep not liking them), they scared me and I always tried to get away from them, I thought someone would hit me. Paranoid since childhood. The sob, it looks like a closed place, doesn't it? Otherwise I would hear the wind or something else. Good ear. "I'm going for the ball!" Someone shouted, maybe a child. That voice is familiar to me. "Oh, so here you are..." "Uh..." I heard another voice, from a child too, more distressed and sad in a weak murmur. Suddenly everything became clear, reality opened like a curtain, bright colors greeted me, a bad shade of brown and a somewhat dirty white shone before my sight, but I was not under natural light, where am I? I looked around me, because all that was like watching a movie, above me there is a sloping ceiling, next to me is a wall, that's why this whole place is so dark, I look out of the cavity where I am: outside there is a corridor decorated with many colorful posters. I saw a glow at the end of the hall: the outside. I looked down, I was sit in the corner stiff and very tight with myself, but I am small... a child, what kind of weird dream is this? A red spot appears at one end of my vision, unconsciously I turn to see it, a sphere, no, the ball, it is there, how strange, what is a ball so lonely doing in a place like this? I look around me, taking in everything: the tiles were dirty, but I didn't mind sitting there; the doors that connected to the corridor were just as gnawed due to lack of maintenance, it was easy for some to break, that's why messes were formed between the school authorities and the parents in case I remember correctly... I remember. Wait.The school.Maybe this is quite a nightmare, a lucid nightmare.Was that the past? Sure it was, I tried looking at a clock and understood the time it was showing, it’s not just my imagination, maybe a memory. But I have never had such a vivid and lucid dream. I normally don't remember my dreams. "You do not see me?" Said a voice, the same one that said he would pick up the ball. I was not controlling myself and jumped back to my little hiding place. "I-" I heard coming out of my own mouth. But that was not my voice, no, it was, but I do not mean my current voice product of something called puberty that was exchanged to Justin for a science fiction thing. I'm talking about what I was like before you could call me a teenager, or maybe a big child? But long before. "What are you doing here, crybaby?" Uh... who-who, where? It was there when I realized the boy my age, he was standing with the ball in his hands wearing the old uniform, I knew that face, that strange look but that way of gesturing capable of making him one of the most imposing of all classes, putting both things together to make someone so great at first sight, but for some people who had seen him like me it did not mean any of that. Ummm- this is not real! Just breathe in and out, 1, 2. Ack. Camilo! Control yourself from remembering things about him!And I'm bad at self-control.Everyone, even the youngest, believed that Patrick was sooo good, (but for others that was just a lie) and this happened in the last year of elementary school, oh... but Patrick took a place in my life way before... Suddenly I felt something wet on my cheeks, I put my hands to my face and felt water, no... tears. I was crying, that's why he called me a crybaby. RING RING The bell, that meant we could go home now, in most cases that meant the biggest relief of my life, this time wasn't something more than an annoying sound."It was barely a tap, the ball even touched you," he complained, "seriously, why didn't you just stay in the court?" He spoke confidently. Because I don't want to be alone either. "And put yourself in the middle of the yard?" He continued, "don't complain about the hit of the ball, we should complain about not having been able to return it with a simple kick." "B-but..." I heard a... my squeaky little voice say, "I'm not good at kicking..." "So don't complain if we hit you again, it's serious, how could there be someone who can't do something so simple?" He continued mockingly. "But I don't like sports..." I stuttered, getting up slowly, trying to simply go back to the classroom, grab my things and go home or go somewhere just as secluded. "And now where are you going?" He said, getting in my way, "Are you going to tell me that I scared you or something like that, crybaby?" I just refused, trying to move on and leave once and for all, get out of that ugly place and... I don't know! Go home and try to be happier by myself, I just wanted to leave that place, but he didn't let me. He grabbed me by the hands and held me like that, in such an annoying gesture that reminded me that it had already happened. I knew what I had done, I had accused him for a nonsense that was so inconsequential, but I was corroded by it, not for having accused someone, but for having done it to THAT someone. Undoubtedly, in the mind of a child, these kinds of things could be exaggerated, but the truth is that... children did not always exaggerate. I looked into his eyes, but didn't understand what to see in them, all I wanted was for that to end, but his fake smile was horrible. And as in any story, adults do not know anything. "Kids? What are they doing?" A walking teacher asked. "I was just teaching my partner a way to kick the ball better." He said. Already seeing the teacher rush out the front door, he continued. "I hope you don't do that kind of thing to me again, that's why I won't let you go home for a moment." He exclaimed, holding me even tighter and leading me down the ladder where I was initially. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" I exclaimed in distress, expecting the worst. "Shut up or it'll be worse." "But..." "YOU SHUT UP! I won't let you go home for a moment, maybe your parents worry, I don't want you to do what you did to me again!!" "Ye-yeah... I'm not going to do it." I sobbed. “No, you know what, you better go, but one thing: I'll follow you as far as you go, just to check. I don't want another problem, bye.” he said hastily, flying into the classrooms and then hanging out with his friends, pretending to leave, while I stood there, still, scared. I didn't manage to move until about three minutes later and I didn't see him anywhere anymore. I ran quickly and grabbed my backpack, so paranoid I thought he had done something to it. I moved as fast as I could towards the exit, and hoped not to see anyone. I sighed inwardly and walked down the sidewalk thinking that nothing had happened to me. I got to the end of the block like every big kid that I was and stopped, hoping that no car could make me an omelet. No doubt the spirits were also rising. That was until I noticed someone standing next to the traffic signal, as if waiting for me. "I'm going to see you directly as far as you go, if I don't see you anymore I'll go after you..." I heard a whisper, I turned around and saw Patrick next to me, I didn't say anything, but I knew my eyes were filling with tears again. I didn't even know why I was afraid of him, outside the school there were countless people capable of helping me, what's more, I even remember seeing a policeman, but even so I took it as if the mafia were behind my head and of my family! I ran barely trying to get away from it all and go back to my house, where at least I could be with someone, be perfect there... I stopped at the end of the next block, panting from my poor physical condition, wondering if Patrick was following me or not, I turned around, looked on my sidewalk, nobody; I looked at the other, nobody; I paid attention to those little spaces, no one either. But still I kept running, fearing for my whole life. It's amazing how a child's mind can over-imagine things like that, come on! I was afraid that he might do something bad to my family, my mother and my sister and my father and my grandfather and everyone! I didn't want anything to happen to them. Now I know that no one was in danger, obviously. But it felt so real that fear that burned inside, boiling and wanting to go out and tell someone, something that I did not achieve a few years later, but I could not, I did not want to cause problems. I did not want to be seen as the child who could not defend himself, I could not and that corroded me! That hurt. Hopefully and if I ran fast he won't know where I live was what I imagine I had thought at the time. Then, black. ... I could breath better now in the void. The first person I told everything about it was Justin. But I know some people also know about it.Anyway, that was over, I met Justin and we became friends and I forgot Patrick, more than seeing him on the street sometimes or something, but I learned something very good, to ignore, I just... I ignored him. If he passed on the street, he no longer represented anything to me. Although it wasn't that easy either, I remember it was as if fate wanted something to happen to me. I remembered something. ... "This work is going to be done in a group, Liam, Patrick and Camilo are in group number 3." Said the teacher, a few days after the above, this is not part of the dream. "Where are we going to do the work? We don't have space or time here." “Let's do it at Camilo's house! I think his house is big.” Patrick finished, without me being able to say anything, while he smiled as always ... The smile I always hated. I woke up restless and sweaty, oh boy, this kind of dream used to come so alive in my mind when I woke up, almost ignoring the doubt and half amnesia of a usual kind of deja-vu, because it was so shocking that I knew it had happened to me, how, what day and what time.That kind of dream is rare to happen, normally I don't remember my dreams. The bookseller in surveillance room three greeted me, but it wasn't time to pay attention to one of those books, I just stayed there, under the covers like a shield protected by Nayru, or whatever. But why this so sudden? This Patrick can't be him, can he? No, that could not. But the way he is...! It can't be that much of a coincidence. Suddenly I have a bad feeling about this battle. Chapter 5: What are the type disadvantages of a ghost/grass? JUSTIN: This has been a very hectic week, really, well, from the beginning it was like that. "Ok Justin, are you telling me that in just one week here you could do all that, really?" Tea asked something annoyed, after telling her about Patrick. "It's not that bad either," I replied trying to back to the door of our room, I stopped when I collided with something soft: Philip. "* Sigh * Justin, if you're going to continue with that attitude, then we're going to have to force you." Philip assured. I stopped in my tracks, clearly thinking how to continue: "I'm still thinking about something..." "Well that won't be enough," Tea exclaimed, "we're going to the gym now!" Without being able to resist they grabbed me and took me as a prisoner between guards, that was the beginning of a tired, hectic, busy week, and any othe synonyms you can imagine, etc. Training was everywhere, and my roommates were acting as teachers. Both Tea being the one who was in charge of the offense (I was afraid to cut her vines with my claws), and Philip trying to do the defensive (never move if you flee from someone to a place where you have even less chance of doing it again), and obviously the two were also in charge on... moral support. "Repeat with me: HE DOESN'T FEAR ME," Tea ordered and, being obedient as a mouse (coincidence), I responded. "HE DOESN'T FEAR ME." Why am I doing this? "BUT," Philip added, "HE WILL BE AFRAID OF ME." "BUT HE WILL BE AFRAID OF ME," I exclaimed to the millimeter. After that I started to laugh, I couldn't take all their 'threatening faces' (especially the one from the tangela), maybe between them they can do things like intimidate each other, but I know how to intimidate someone, seriously, Camilo used to fear me, I want to think. Still, I was sure that nothing bad could happen to me, other than passing out and waking up in the infirmary, I just had to find a way to beat him. I'm kind of handicapped and he's a ghost, so you can see them doing all that kind of movie stuff, so I should... fool him... maybe. How, I don't know... "Just why don't you use something like sand attack, isn't it a distraction?" Tea suggested, when I told her about my trick, however, I had already thought about that, and... "But it would be very difficult to make the attack arrive more than twice." I argued, "according to you he is not stupid, nor slow." "Hmm, just use an attack in the middle, as if to distract him." Suggested Philip, "Isn't that the easiest solution?" It really was, obviously someone super attentive would pick up on that strategy. But it was something else that I didn't want to do that for. "Hey," suggested Camilo, "if he can become ethereal at will, lower his chances of hitting you won't make any difference, it's very easy for him to just bop," He explained, opening his hand, "then you must find a more elaborate way to attack him..." Actually, it really is very good. "Retailer, my friend. Good argument, sir." I told him, pretending a somewhat more refined accent. "Of course," he played along, "I've even thought of various things you could do." "Really, why?" I asked him with great curiosity. He hesitated for a moment, but he responded at one point, "I just don't want you to go badly." "Good, but that will be tomorrow, I must go." "Oh quick..." he sighed. ... "Yeah, those two are just trying to keep me in the gym!" He laughed, I do not know how it feels so natural to talk about these things with him, I say, Camilo can not fight, but I think he giving me tips could be considered rare. But my trick is a secret for now. The thing was done, I had training, I wanted to fight him and I had, hopefully, a plan with which to guide me, maybe. This is not a type of animated series where everything works out for everyone, but fine. I thought I was ready. … “Well students, class is over, you can go to do whatever activity you have to do. Or stay here, I don't know.” Said the coach, fleeing very quickly to I don't know where. Before he reacted, something touched my… feather? (the thing that is in my head). I don't know how to call it, I didn't see anyone, but it felt like someone had moved it, because that was wobbling in front of my eyes, it's quite sensitive. "Hello… Justin." Came his ghostly voice from the environment by himself. "Hi Patrick, where are you?" I started somewhat confused by turning around. "In front of you." Dirty ghost trick that I fell into, looked in front of me and found no one. "Oops, sorry, I'm behind." I turned around and, sure enough, there he was, standing on its roots... legs, legs that look like roots. "Ready for our battle?" "I think so, but I'm not very strong yet." I confessed. "It's fine I understand it." We put ourselves in our positions, it was time to see what happened. He was the strongest pokéuman with whom I was going to fight. "Well," said a Gengar, a friend of him I suppose, "play fair, at 3, 2, 1. Let the fight begin!" he yelled at us, but I no longer cared about his presence. We started calmly turning one in front of the other, as if focusing on the target, nobody attacked, we were magnetized (repelled), facing each other. But to avoid dizziness, Patrick walked towards me, shaking his head and lowering it to almost hit me with one of his antlers. Hopefully I could be faster and let him lose focus by not seeing me being prey to his blow, it took him a moment to see me to his right and he tried the same technique again, this time he could hit me, sending me far, maybe even more if I hadn't gotten a good grip on the ground I jumped to the right, taking care to have one arm raised in case I had to react quickly (thanks Tea, although you always do that with your lianas), observing Patrick's refusal by not finding me a second time, I decided to jump towards his trunk preparing a I attacked rage, I managed to hit him once, twice and three times, before finding myself engulfed in the sand of the gym. I had pierced his body, I had literally done it, but ‘camarón que se duerme, se lo lleva la corriente’ [is a saying that criticizes the lack of diligence of someone, metaphorizes the consequences of laziness], so I rolled on my back and I was able to reach him to throw some sand, as he continued in his ethereal state I couldn't hit him, but, uh... it was a good try I guess. Before being hit again by the shaft of him I was able to prepare a metal claw and thus I blocked it, this movement can be used as a shield (my sincere thanks to Philip). That made him back off balance, I quickly moved to another, more open side of the room. This time Patrick didn't use Horn leech, he opened his mouth and all kinds of horrible screams came out of it, not creepy as you might think, but deafening. I had to cover my ears because of how erratic that was. Agh! Ok, this is to break eardrums. I walked away supposedly to avoid dying of deafness, but the noise stopped almost instantly, I decided to do something that already worked for me a week ago. With a stomp I started to run towards the trevenant, who could not maintain a firm posture and danced on his six legs due to the movement, I knew that the bulldoze would not hurt him too much, but that was going to give me the opportunity to throw sand, this time hitting the target and making him growl in annoyance. I went forward with the purpose of using an offensive metal claw, however, before the cacophony arrived it was back in my head and I stopped holding it, this time the sound lasted much less. When wondering why in the part of my head that was not deaf, I was lifted into the air and pushed away, horn leech had been successful, and it had taken me several meters and with a severe pain in my chest. I got up gasping and moved as quickly as I could so that another hypothetical Canon wouldn't hit me, that led me to a corner of the room. Where I was cornered. And yet, Patrick did not move, he preferred to stay still right there, with his roots in the ground. Damn plant type and his obsession with restoring health like that! After a moment of calm, Patrick slowly opened his mouth, calm to use another canon, ok, this was not going to happen again. I prepared a metal claw and ran towards him, I grunted at the loud noise but it didn't stop me, I hit him on one of his roots, but he didn't move... I tried to do it again, but he didn't react either. He's like glued to the ground, isn't he? Ingrain is a movement that technically leaves the pokémon that use them in the same place (thanks my dear Camilo), with that in mind I moved behind him and managed to hit him a few times with a metal claw, everything was fine until I heard a whisper. "’Fu… go fa… tuo’." [will-o… sp] Wha-? I walked away slowly, waiting for something to happen, suddenly the air became more… greasy, it was difficult for me to breathe a little, it was as if there was some kind of fire nearby. "Oh!" I managed to complain, feeling something hot on the tip of my tail, I turned quickly to see a small purple fireball, the same one that had burned my tail a little, after a moment it dissipated. I didn't care too much about it and moved closer again, but stopped for one simple thing. Now Patrick was looking at me, literally now his face was where his back used to be. How? I interrupted myself when I saw how the trevenant's face twisted in a grotesque and sadistic way, forming a smile that would make many people fear, his eyes shining more than ever in the immense emptiness that surrounded us. He wasted no time and after that his mouth expanded, more and more I could see the deep emptiness within him until he consumed me whole. I screamed and screamed, but I didn't hear anything. My head started to hurt I swayed for that in the dark and fell. When I got up and opened my eyes I was back in the gym, none of that was real, it certainly scared me, but I think I have more problems than that. More flames, purple and small floated in a circle several meters from me, without wasting time I started to run so as not to be reached since they were going at high speed, I did not stop and kept running. That was weird, no. Focus Justin, run!Sometimes having a tail is bad, like at that time, Will-o-Wisp was going to burn my tip no matter what I did. But where was Patrick? I looked around, careful not to stay still. I found him calm in a part of the gym, still rooted in his legs, I had an idea and finally I would make the first sand attack. I quickly followed towards him, from what I understood sandslash are fast and, trying to test it, I was as fast as I could, everything was going well until... "Ahhh!" I screamed, falling and rolling like a spiky ball, I didn't stop, I even accelerated more, but I could barely understand what was happening in that position. Don't blame me for being very clumsy with my new body. "Aggh!" Shouted Patrick, but… what? I decided to take the crash against the wall as a miracle, but I was still not safe, will-o-wisp should arrive for me at any moment ... Now? Now? In a bit? Well, will-o-wisp deviated, I got up and heard a growl, it came from the tree, it seemed like... that falling thing worked! Will-o-wisp hit Patrick and not me! I deflected the attack in the most random way I could. Wait, don't get excited now, I scooped up some sand in my clawed hand and moved slowly, mentally preparing any possible attack with the other, when I turned in front of the stump Patrick looked bad, his face was burned and blackened. However, when he saw me, he lunged at me, caring little or nothing about the sand that I was carrying in my hand, the same that I threw right at his eye. He growled even louder and turned on me with a horn leech, I couldn't do anything and he hit me, but it didn't send me very far, which I took advantage of to get up, grab more sand and direct it towards him with his blindness as my advantage. I managed to aim well and the trevenant was furious, he rushed where I could with the horn leech again and, when he did not find anyone, he used canon, the noise penetrated to the depths of the soul, but I resisted and hit him with a Fury attack Several times, maybe five, it seemed that the burn did not suit him, but he did not use will-o-wisp again, blow after blow we continued in our confrontation, no one being able to achieve a blow as hard as they should. Until Patrick yelled: "I'M TIRED!" he yelled in the middle of an even louder canon, I felt like my ears were breaking, but it was practically impossible to make him manage to land a hit on me for all the sand attacks I could achieve. I did not stop the attack and kept running as best I could. I wanted everything to stop, but I only managed to get closer to the source of the noise, which only increased, I managed to hit a good metal claw in three of the six roots that I had in front of, tremor also served the end of the previous attack and I was able to do at least a little more damage. But something in my vision stopped me. "UGH!" I screamed, being shot by another very strong horn leech to the opposite wall of the gym that I couldn't get to dodge. A thud was the result of the impact. Everything hurt, my back hurt a lot, were my claws… loose? I don't know, and besides, I didn't want to continue anymore, I slipped like butter and fell to the melted floor, my tail bothered at times, the burn got worse over time. Should I continue? I tried very hard. But I really can't anymore. So I decided to just enter the world of dreams, a place where I could rest, I just wanted to lie there and nothing else. … This time I did not dream of Isaac, or of anything in particular and if I did, I do not remember it, I doubt it was significant or even a long fantasy. I woke up next to something soft under my spikes, which greatly alleviated the stabbing pain I felt in my entire back, I was thrown against a wall, I don't know how you want me to describe how much it hurt, and, although it was something terrible, I would catalog it as manageable for the simple fact of not dying or breaking my spine in the process, because the pain I felt was not that of a broken spine, it was weaker. I opened my eyes slowly and a good reflector greeted me, blinding me, causing an audible complaint to come out of me and the sudden feeling of deja-vu that I did not understand. I realized at that moment that I was leaning on a pillow, at least this time I was taken to some kind of hospital or something like that and not only was moved two meters from where I passed out like in the battle against Alex. "Tea, he’s waking up!" Now I opened my eyes more easily to see the white ceiling of the room, after mentally checking if my whole body was joined together I began to move. I tried to sit up and was half able to do so before making a groan about my poor right leg, which apparently had not had a very good time. I slowly settled in and using my previous experiences I managed to get into a comfortable position. I remember that pain, it seems that I was injured. Look around my surroundings, it was not an out of the ordinary hospital ward, it looked more like an emergency room type, all the beds were separated by those typical blue curtains, there were basic things like vital signs monitors, several stacked wheelchairs on one side, some furniture next to the beds and some chairs, I suppose for the visitors... "Philip, tell him where we are, wasn't it your turn now?" "Okay, Justin, hi!" He called, gesturing with his paw for me to see him on the right side of my bed, "We're in the emergency room of the base." "And," Tea pointed out, also beckoning with her vines to get my attention, "in this part only come those who fainted in battle..." Then my head ticked and: “THE BATTLE! I... what happened? Did I wo…? " "Don't even try, even you know that didn't happen." The tangela ordered. "Would it still have been epic if I won?" I answered confidently. They both shook their heads. “You would just have attracted a lot of attention, and maybe it would have gone to your head.” Philip assured. "It would have been weird." Tea finished. "* Click of tongue * Good... but at least I got it right?" I asked, raising my hand to my head, but there was something that felt weird. My gesture changed from confident to fully scared to see that I had no claws on my right hand, apparently that mental examination was not enough. "What?! My claws! H-how?!" I screamed. Before I could continue to alarm myself, Philip said: "I think we already told you that they will grow in a while." He reminded me. "I really don't remember." I confessed. "We told you when we saw Freddy Krueger." Tea exclaimed. "Oh right, I just focused on Philip yelling afterward." I chuckled to myself a little. "Well..." the two spoke, then Philip continued, "getting back to the topic, recognizing that the original plan was to spam sand attack because it wasn't too bad for you..." I frowned, I barely managed to hit him two or three, maybe four times. "You were able to dodge well," said Tea, "I think being a sandslash has its advantages..." Nah, I can't even hold a fork. "And Patrick? Did he faint too?" I asked for. The quilava replied "No, he was just well enough to go quickly and tell us that one day he would have another battle with you." "Hopefully it wouldn’t be tomorrow." I sighed, laying down on the soft pillow. "I think the nurse said you should rest for a few hours and then she would come back." "Thank you." I smiled. After a moment Tea went away hiding that she had to go see a friend in another part of the clinic and Philip also went away saying that he simply wanted to go back to the room and that when I was better he would come back. I thanked him and he left. Now I was alone, and for a few hours I relaxed a little, all this had consumed me in the week, with all this that 'Patrick is not trustworthy' or 'do not go out with Patrick' and those things made me very nervous and pressured me to do things well. But in the end I don't think it was a big deal, I hope so. ... A few hours later I woke up and looked around, I couldn't go back to sleep, although my leg felt better, so I just waited for the nurse sitting down and nothing else. "Knock, knock, are there visitors?" Said a familiar little dragon peeking out the door. Camilo, I always forget about Camilo! Kevin is becoming a kind of living personal reminder that would always say something like 'human friend of base' as the name of the alarm. "Oh, Kevin, hi." "What happened?" "Not much, really a little battle than another and so on..." "Wow, how fast." He said impressed. "Seriously?" "Of course! Learning to use your new body so quickly is commendable.” He assured. "I don't think so, I fell in mid-battle." He laughed. But he continued: "And has the nurse already come?" I shook my head. He nodded and after a while we were leaving the emergency room after getting a little begged discharge from the nurse who treated me, basically I had to be careful and I would be fine. I wonder if Camilo saw the battle? But if he did then he will be worried about me?! ... "Worried, me?" My confident best friend replied, "pfff, what do you think?" "Nothing, but I wonder why you keep holding me so tight." After hesitating for a moment, he released me and said quickly, “It's just that... ehhh, bruh! I don't know... obviously I was worried, I just saw how you were slammed into a wall and fainted and then they took you to that room... at least it's all over now.” He sighed, apparently relieved. "I knew it." I walked over and gently touched his nose with my clawed hand, "Boop!" Camilo just sighed and replied: "How weird we are..." "Not as weird as, this!" I showed him the clawless hand from the front, well, they were starting to grow back so they were still tiny. Like me, I left him shocked, his worried face was even funnier. "Hey, get it away from me, you didn't scare me with that," I moved my hand even closer to annoy him, "it makes me uncomfortable... a lot." "But just look at them, they're like cute little claws, they’re literally that," I waved them closer to his face. “No thanks, please stop. Don't praise that with me. " "Oh well, anyway, they are more useless to me so when normal." Then I shook my head, "And you really don't want to know what happened?" His face changed from one moment to another, "Let's forget about your incident, better tell me everything, EVERYTHING, did you hear me?" ... I remember that he was quite excited and... how he is not going to do i?, if the one who was telling Camilo the story jumped on one foot, then he was in heaven with emotion, really, I felt great! It's just that, I... doing all these ropes on the battlefield, just... just look at me! Independent, cool, what more can I ask for. Well, obviously I want to get better and better, who knows what I could do if I try even harder, I just get excited about all this. I hope one day I can have a rematch with Patrick, but if it happens I swear I will beat him. My roommates were happy for me too and I feel good about it, half, I feel a little bit guilty for getting into that mess, but heey! It wasn't that bad either, was it? That night I slept very, very well, not even Isaac bothered me, it wasn't weird, he wasn't very constant and he came and went from time to time, it really didn't bother me, but I haven't received anything from him these last few days, I don't know if he knows something about all this. ... But everything continued, better because or else my spirits would have gone to my head, the next day I fell on my face when I left for breakfast in the morning and everything continued as normal. Several days and nights passed quickly, I don't remember everything exactly, but after some time Camilo told me something that he left me... half indecisive. ... Darkness, that's what this person sees when he turns on the light, he rubs his feelings, tiredness, that's what he reflected. The first thing he decided to do is lie in his bed, it was his room and unless that silly nurse or the other one came he would not have stress problems for today. He was really tired, he slept for a while, although his rest was not mental, he still had things to do, he just got up and did what he had to do. He stretched out, wiped his face with a cloth that literally came out black, walked very hard and went to his desk, he opened one of the drawers, he did not need the worn ribbons, papers or whatever was in there, he took out the entire drawer and the content didn't bother after a moment, everything had fallen to the floor, maybe he would clean up or the other would have to do it. He was indifferent to either situation. At the bottom of the small drawer he found a tiny hole, something that at first glance was only a consequence of the use and disuse of the desk itself, but he, with one of his claws, managed to remove it, with some discomfort, then he had been able to remove the false bottom. Underneath there was only one thing or another, a paper clip that he accidentally slipped into there, a piece of paper that reminded him of what he had to do: find someone; and a... mobile phone. He took it out of there carefully, even knowing it was a Nokia and they don't break for anything, he would have preferred a current one but the one he held in his hand was easier to hide and maneuver. With his hands he managed to reach the calling application, there was something excellent about the mobile, obviously it was not an ordinary one, it was modified, none of the unsuspecting who lives in this base would be able to track it (the members), and that was excellent. They hadn't been attacked in years and so the Northern Base was very safe... but there was no balance. He dialed the number, called and waited: "What do you have?" "I think, finally, I finally have someone." Was what he replied. "You took your time." "I told you," He replied softly, "meeting that kind of person is very rare around here." "People with dream messengers are rare to find." Confessed the other voice. "I know... but I felt it, I could feel it, when you scare them, it feels different because the energy they produce.” "Excellent," He replied, "the part we built of the plan still stands, right?" He asked. "Obviously, add to that report as well what I gave you before I left." "Okay, we continue with the 'little by little'." He asked, checking the other voice. "Sure, I already told you, it will be better." Without prior notice, the stranger hung up, in the middle of the same room and already doing what he had to do, he stretched out, things had to be done slowly, it would take more time, as he had certainly already verified all this time, but it would be for the best. Nor should he trust himself just because in three weeks things would get more interesting, no... he should wait. He heard the sound of a door opening, but not someone walking. "Please keep an eye on him, friend." Ordered the other ghost pokéuman. Then the light that entered disappeared, the other would take care, now he should only rest, that battle left him with dents all over his trunk, without a doubt it was a battle, very... very little difficult for him. But still he tired him a bit, like he said at one moment. He sighed and turned back to bed, he knew no one would bother him for a while. … CAMILO: It has been several days since that battle happened, specifically two weeks. So have I had two weeks to? Nothing, yes, nothing. Being a vigilant is not the most fun task that can exist, although it has its good points, for example, I have a lot of time to do various things, especially read, when I finished the book that the director commissioned me I continued with several more, literature, science fiction, even horror. Although I have hardly ever really liked reading, I have quite enjoyed these stories thus far. The largest book is titled 'World Pokéuman History', I have looked at its content a bit and it is quite interesting, I cannot deny it, history is not the thing that I like the most, it stresses me to have to read a book for an exam and not to be able to keep the relevant information: I cannot underline the basic concept because everything is important here, dates, names, even the address of the lieutenant general's house that nobody is interested in knowing. But one thing, a secret between us: Justin has the same problem as me with reading, but unlike me, he loves history, I had to try to make him understand things like World War II or things like that sometimes and I noticed all the times that I did that he was always happy. And if I don't read then... erm, I mostly look at the cameras, sometimes there are fun things to see, especially in the gym or stadium: I'm a Pokémon fan and as such, I think I've ever imagined being in the middle of a battle Pokémon, and being in a base where there are only Pokémon, it is the most abundant, almost always, if not all the time, a battle in progress in the gym. I was never the type of person who liked sports too much, but this type of exercise seems quite fun and exciting. Sometimes where it seems that one is going to win, it ends up being another who takes the victory, double battles where cooperation must be what exists the most for the two to win, or even triple battles, more complicated to understand, but easier to enjoy, these usually last longer. Basically it is what any fan of the saga knows, but seeing it in reality makes you analyze it more. And according to what the few I have spoken to have told me, I would not survive a single hit from a pokéuman that knows anything about battle, they would literally kill me in two seconds. It was there that the idea of being in the middle of a battle did not seem as fun as before. I think that's all. ... I didn't have much to do that day, there was no one battling or anything, it was still 6 in the afternoon and there wasn't much I could do. I was in the chair reading the biiiig history book, it is not boring, but I should give it to Justin, if he is not lazy, I think he would like that. After reading a page that repeated only the word 'history' in itself I stopped, closed the book abruptly and I remember whispering a forceful "Nope." I got up to put the book back on the shelf. I took one step and the next I heard a small voice say: "Ah, please don't step on me!!!" In a garish tone. Did someone speak? Or was it my imagination. Certainly, I was not hyper-scared, it was not like having a gigantic spider in my hand like that time at my grandmother's house... urgh, I don't even want to imagine the screech I made at that moment, but the neighbors complained. Then I heard a type of breathing, it was low and difficult to hear, perhaps from someone small. I was a little more alarmed, I did not know what had happened and I looked in all directions, I have seen pokéumans but I have never spoken with one other than the director, Justin or Kevin. Uh... what am I supposed to do? "Down here!" He said, perhaps noticing how ridiculous I was all alarmed. I turned to see where he was pointing and I didn't see very well, it looked like a spider... Wait... spider! It sounds silly, but I have a horrible fear of spiders, it does not become a phobia, just a massive dislike, as it happens to millions of people. I jumped up and fell to the ground. I once saw a documentary in which a girl got bugs in her ears for sleeping on the floor, I was very afraid of that situation, I also have pronounced ears, which made me much more afraid, I tell you that because I covered my ears, my eyes were closed very tightly. They really scare me. "Hey, I didn't do anything to make you scared." That voice intervened again. Although it may not seem like it, I do not have a phobia of arachnids, what scared me was not the giant spider in front of me, but the great scare that she (or rather he) gave me. I didn't say anything, I was paralyzed with fear, I felt like he or she was climbing up my pants, but I wasn't moving anything to take it off. "Are you okay?" He had such a sweet voice, too bad that I was not so well as to have responded to him. Do not be carried away by his tender voice, it is quite a trick, like tomatoes, yes! They look really pretty red, but they are so acidic and slimy! Urgh. Was telling me the panicked voice in my brain. He was getting closer and closer, I felt it, he wasn't that heavy, but that was definitely what was moving across my chest. I don't really have a phobia, but… I think, I started to shake. "Hey! Are you okay? Please, I didn't mean to scare you.” I was just paralyzed without saying a word, all I heard was his small voice trying to calm me down, until he began to sob. What? I managed to replicate in my mind. I couldn't help but feel bad about what was happening, I calmed down and stopped everything I was doing, I slowly opened my eyes and saw in my chest a creature that not even in my deepest dreams had I seen. It was a spinarak, there was a spinarak on my chest! I recognized him so easily from the face on his back [:(]. I shouldn't have been so excited either, it didn't look good at all. I know it's a spider, but... it doesn't seem bad, does it subconscious? I did not receive a response so I continued. "Sorry, hey, sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad." I said very softly. He looked at me and I looked at him, his tears no longer flowed, that was good. "Who are you?" He asked suddenly, a little more reluctant. "First tell me who you are and why are you here." I was trying to make a pact, nobody is supposed to be here. "My name is Milou... I already said my name, now tell me yours!" Milou, wasn't that the Tintin Dog? "You still have to tell me why you are here." "Ohh really? Please!" He begged me. He started jumping on my chest repeating please over and over like a child… it was quite funny and I think after smiling at him he took it as a game. "Please, please, what is your name?" He repeated for the last time. "Okay, my name is Camilo... I..." "You," he interrupted me, "aren't you the kind that Tea calls, Humans?" "I think I'm one of them, which-" "I've never seen one, they are so… weird!" He interrupted again. "Hey, it's not nice to be told that!" I said with fake anger. "S-sorry." He apologized. "Okay, that's why you'll have to tell me how you got here." I ordered as starting a game. "Deal." He began to tell me with such fluency and description, here it goes: “I met a friend of Tea's, I think his name was Justin, a few days ago I saw him fight a pokéuman that scares me, he couldn't beat him, but Tea told me a lot of times that he was very strong and that they had beaten him hopefully, I wanted to go over and ask him how to know how to fight better! But he had to go, I followed him through the corridors until I got here, but some guards did not let me pass a door, when they were distracted I went under the door, but I couldn't know where he was, I walked through here until I saw Tea's friend came in here, I came in behind him and he didn't notice me, I wanted to talk to him, but he scared me a little, he intimidated me a little." Ok, Justin is not intimidating at all, maybe because of the perspective? I do not know. "In the end I didn't say anything to Justin and I tried to get out like when I came in, but I couldn't, he came out very fast, so I approached you to let me out, but you almost stepped on me!" He exclaimed exalted. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here... I-" "In the end I couldn't say anything to Justin." He sighed. I felt a little sorry, and I tried to say something to him, but he interrupted me, again. "You know why I'm here, now you tell me!!" I should? I should not. But he's the first I know! But he is also the first that discovers me! Mmmmm... Mmmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Damn, I'll have to. "Well, my name is Camilo and I am a-" "Human!" he interrupted, again, excited, "I've always seen humans on TV," he exclaimed, "but I thought they were prettier." I'm a mere mortal boy, what did you expect. (It is obvious that on television he was not going to find someone like me, they are actors, that is my whole explanation). "Hey!" After that he laughed a little. "I have never met a human, they are much more different than I thought." He continued. "And what did you think we were like?" I asked intrigued. “Tall and a little clueless, some said me they’re ten-foot-tall, breath fire and suck blood that they convert into toxic poisons, but I never believed that. Tea told me that they don't even notice the aerosol cans they carry everyday, also a little weird with all their… what did she say they were called? Fingers." He gave me a little humor in his comment and I couldn't help but smile because of that: "Are you talking about these things?" I replied bringing my hands to him. "They are very rare, keep them away from me!" He exclaimed, walking away to the other side of the desk. I really had no idea what to do, I could just let him out and finish the story, but my heart was racing with excitement and that made me really not want the spinarak to go away, but I couldn't make him stay either. "Well," I sighed, doing what Milou wanted, "I guess you should go, I'll open the-" "Wait! I do not want to leave! Please!" It seems that the curiosity for the other was mutual. "And what do you plan to do then?" "I don't know..." He said, turning himself to look at the entire room, he stopped as he looked at the bookcase. "You have a story there? In my class they always read something to us." "Uh... let me see." After getting an appropriate book and sitting on the bed, Milou went to my head... for some reason and let me start, sometimes he would make me stop and, when noticing confusion for some word or something like that he would ask me its meaning. Other times he just interrupted me just to ask a question not so related to the book, but to me, really: I was in the middle of reading and he asked me how to walk, yes Walk! I had to try to figure out how to explain to him that you put one foot first, then the other one, and then you push the first one further, which anyone knows! But he not! I wonder what else he still wants to ask me but he couldn't because story time was over. ... "And in the end, what do you think humans are like?" "Tall, but not so clueless, you are not carrying a can, surely you noticed and left it at home!" "Thanks.” I guess. "Could you let me out, I have to go to my room, Alan would be very angry." "Yes, but you must promise me something very, very important." I stopped him, literally grabbing him with my hand. Seeing his gesture of not understanding anything, I continued: "That you will not tell anyone that I am here." "Why?" He asked confused. "Uh... just don't say it, maybe that Justin wouldn't want to talk to you if you revealed this secret." I said in a way that he understood. "Oh, then I promise you I won't tell!" He was quite nice, lucky, he is the first pokéuman I know and it could have gone very wrong. He was very good, but I never asked him how old he was, he seemed very young, the following days he visited me despite my insistence that he no longer do it, I don't even know how he did it. Even so, it was quite interesting to talk to him, I have a cousin who is younger than me and he reminds me a lot of him, I used to take care of him sometimes and it was very nice. JUSTIN: Let's go back to the present a bit, I was heading towards surveillance room number 3, obviously I was going to see Camilo, I got there and entered the room, it turns out that a guest who was not invited was there with Camilo, they were talking, but I think that they couldn't hide the secret in time. "Mmm, Camilo, how long?" "What?" He replied, not before putting the spinarak in one of his pockets, "What are you talking about?" "How long?" I asked firmly. "Just a few days." He confessed with a fake smile. After hearing a type of complaint, Camilo took his hand out of his pocket, but he did not take the spider with him, instead, he himself was able to get out of there and as soon as he saw me he exclaimed: "Oh Justin, Justin!" he yelled excitedly. I recognized that spider, it was this Milou that Tea introduced me to. He jumped from where he was and came to me, repeating his jumps begging me to teach him how to be so strong, I don't know why that request, but he was very excited about it. "He's…" "Milou." "I know." I replied. "Hey..." "Tea introduced me to him a few days ago, he's his friend, how did he get here?" I commented. "Oh, he followed you after your battle with Patrick, in the end he got locked in here and had to ask me to help him out, I got a little scared, in the end I think we became friends." "Hmm, ehhh, but does the director know?" I asked unsure. "No, he hasn't come here in a few days." I thought for a moment, what could the consequences of this be? That the members of the base discover Camilo and then they do something bad to him, that they do something bad to me, that something bad happens to Kevin, well, something bad could happen to many people. “You have to tell him, too,” I whispered, “how do we know that Milou isn't going to say anything? Remember that you are a secret, and we do not know what the director will do if he discovers this. " He thought for a moment, looked at the constantly jumping spinarak and said: "Milou admires you because he thinks you are very strong, so I made him promise that you weren't going to tell anything or else you would NEVER speak to him again." He cleared his throat and winked several times. "Wow flatters me, thanks for getting me into your plan, but do you think he really isn't going to say anything?" "Yes, I used the same technique with a cousin I was taking care of, he never said anything... although I didn't have anything to hide either, just little pranks, why so many worries?" "Hmm," I stepped closer, "I don't know, almost everyone here can beat you up, I worry," I lamented. "Mmmm, I know it too, but if I stay here alone for eternity the only thing I will find is a boring journey through history, loneliness and a lot of sadness." "Good point." I finished. … "Mmm, ok... wait... you say he followed me?" "Yes, and?" "What if someone else followed me here?" "No, I have seen the cameras when you come, no one has followed you until now." Camilo assured. "Okay," I answered a bit doubtfully. "Hey, what are you talking about?" Said the spinarak that was above Camilo's head. "MMM." "Mmmm, nothing," Camilo replied, "it's just that Justin was telling me about that incredible battle." He confessed falsely smiling at me, prompting me to recount the whole mess. Ufff, what to say about this, I don't know... but hopefully Camilo can confess soon. ... "Justin, Justin, wake up!" "No, please no!" "Come on, we have to go to class, we won't bring your breakfast to bed, you know?" "I'm coming, I'm coming." I half replied. Agh. It was Friday, Friday, a very beautiful day, not to say the best of the week, everything was calmer and slower, usually on the surface classes end and everyone stops doing whatever they are doing, homework? Do them on Saturday, friends and meetings? Please. I couldn't attend a lot of those meetings, unless they were at my house, which bothered some people a bit, I lived a bit on the outskirts of the city, that left me with very few people with whom I shared my time. There was something very different underneath, but somehow you could tell that everything became happier on a Friday. But today was different, we had prepared many things in the afternoon, cinema, arcade, more arcade, dinner, I think there will be pizza, (what do you want me to tell you, I made friends with Tea and Philip very quickly), and many other things, I was very excited; however, for that we needed excitement from the beginning of the day, something that my tangela friend did not find, so she suddenly picked me up by herself and began to carry me with her vines running towards the cafeteria, apparently it was almost time for breakfast. . "But what?!!!" "You didn't want to get up, so I brought you by force!" "Oh! You shouldn't do it like that, at least be more careful and let me know next time.” I said jokingly, getting a little used to having a personal type of taxi. "Fine boss." She replied mockingly. “Stop fighting,” Philip knew how to enter the conversation at the right time and opportunity, “now go on, I'm hungry.” Little by little it seemed that we had more confidence. ... "Are we late for classes, do you want me to carry you back to the room, boss?" Tea asked me after breakfast. "No. No thanks, you hurt my back when we arrived last time." "Dropping you was inside the package and you knew it." ... "Uffff, we almost didn't make it, goodbye, I have to go to my classroom," Tea said goodbye. "Me the same, bye," said Philip. "Bye," I said goodbye. The three of us broke up and went to each respective classroom, the classes were… entertaining, sometimes boring, but it was Friday, nothing was going to be bad today, right? Anyway, battle class ended... "Goodbye guys, I'll see you next week, see you later." And with the farewell to the coach and some other student who wanted to stay to practice a little more I left. There is something a little important that was bothering me, I am very excited to have another battle and, although I have already fought with several people, I wanted to fight Alex again, I was so excited by the idea that, not seeing him in class since then, I started to worry. He has not attended the last week, he worries me a little, he seemed quite shy and it always seemed that something worried him, but according to everyone he always gets excited about a battle, it does not turn out well because he is still a little weak. Apparently the rumors said that he was busy, again... I was going right towards the exit, I had to meet Tea and Philip after class, until everything was delayed due to a call from the loudspeakers towards me. "Student Justin the sandslash is requested to go to the Headmaster's office immediately." Well... there goes to my Friday afternoon, or at least part of it. Okay, this was a surprise, what did the director need me for? To conclude some things with Camilo? I never really went to a superior's office before, I was somewhat taken aback. I quickly left the gym and moved down the corridor arriving at the main room, there Philip and Tea were waiting for me, as we had agreed, when they noticed they quickly approached me. "Justin, aren't they calling you?" Tea asked, a little worried. "I think so, although I don't know why..." "Do you want us to accompany you?" She asked insistently. "I'm sure I didn't do anything wrong, don't worry." I replied kindly. "Tea, come on," said the quilava, "the movie doesn't start for another hour, let's better wait for him in the arcade." Tea sighed and affirmed, then the two of them left. I started to move faster towards the office, before the entrance there was a guard. It was weird, he wasn't there a few weeks ago when we arrived. I had no problems with him, he stopped me, gave me a thorough look and let me pass. After the door the Ampharos was sitting in a chair, he had a kind of glasses and many papers on the desk, obviously he was busy. "Thank you for arriving as quickly as you could." He greeted with a sigh, I suppose of relief that someone interrupted his boring task. You're welcome, I guess. I sat in one of the chairs a little impatient, he told me that he only needed to answer some questions that he urgently needed, usually a separate department is in charge of that, but some questions included things outside the scheme. “How has your experience been at the base? We always do this with the new ones.” He read from a paper. "Ehhh..." I hesitated for a moment, "it really has been very good, the people are nice and the classes are interesting." "Oh well thank you." He replied somewhat excitedly, before asking again, "Is the cafeteria food good?" "Yeah…" "Thank you, has someone threatened or... hassled you here lately?" He hesitated when reading this question. I thought for a moment, but in the end I answered: "No." "And this Patrick?" this question was off the sheet. "Hmm, no, it's... weird." "Okay, hopefully so," He sighed, then crumpled the page from which he got the questions and discarded it in the trash can under the desk, "I realize I have to change the questions, they are somewhat outdated..." He said to himself. He took off his glasses and then continued: "Sorry if I ask you this but have you heard any kind of rumor about me?" This question was strange, and I didn't know what to answer, I could say yes, but so blatantly? I don't know, I could say no, but I don't want to make a bad decision. Almost all the people I know tend to support rumors and I don't know what to make of it, I think that the director does not seem like a bad person at first glance, he seems to care about the base, he is always busy, although the general distrust me it makes even me doubt too. Why so much secrecy? I don't know much about the history of the base, but I understand that Mr. Moreno is not that different a director. I've heard rumors of that off-base organization that includes humans, but very, very little. Something called "The hammer." I think I remember, but from what I understand he did not start that organization, but another previous director. I have never paid attention to that subject, he makes me nervous. "Yes, my friends often say that..." He nodded slowly and thanked, "Thank you, I know what all those are about, I always try to improve and get rid of those rumors." When we got to the base, Mr. Moreno worried about the two of us, mostly about Camilo, I understand, now my friend is involved in these things too. At first I did not understand why he had all the secrecy, until I heard about the rumors and understood: bad things could happen. Although I still do not understand many things, I do not... I do not believe this man too much, I feel that something is hiding from me and Camilo, it is just a hunch, he is currently what makes Camilo not able to be a member of the base, because his public figure and whatever has to do with that human organization made it that way. He's the one to blame... no, I shouldn't jump to conclusions that far in advance. I did not want to delve deeper into that and I waited for him to ask me something else. "Mmm, and how have you been with Camilo?" He asked in a less formal tone. "Well, he's quite excited." Was all I could say. "Seriously? It's a shame he’s alone in there..." I turned my head in doubt (it's something like raising an eyebrow): "These rumors are what prevent Camilo from being a member." He replied. "Why?" "Many bases in the country, including ours, have a negative vote for a human to live in a base, we live in one of the leaders in the negative because of all those rumors that you have already heard, * sigh * it is very difficult to make Camilo know something outside of that room on this base specifically.” He honestly confessed. It went through my head to ask him more about the rumors, but I better suppressed it and listened to Mr. Moreno finish. "Very well, I think that's all, I did not ask you everything that is required by law only because it is not necessary, I fill out the forms, you can leave." He kindly dismissed me. As I left the office I sighed in relief, I thought it was going to be something worse. I didn't tell the director about Milou, Camilo said he was going to do it and I won't do his job, I didn't want him to get into trouble either, I had an afternoon planned. I sighed again when I got to the main room and shook my head, it was not the time to think about this, I hurried to get to the arcade where my friends were waiting for me, I replied that the director called me to know some details BT (before transformation) and they didn't ask anything. ... Our afternoon took a much better turn and we did many things, the games did not stop at the arcade, cinema and other things were excellent and since at 6 in the afternoon we were close to the gym, we decided to go in and have a casual battle. I beat my quilava partner Philip in a couple of earthquakes, literally. I think he is a bit angry about that, for being two years older than me he sometimes behaves like a child. Best of all, I didn't have to worry about Patrick or anyone else, I guess he's busy, but I really don't care, although he still seems strange to me, he disappeared after our battle to never see him again, he didn't even ask me how I was or something. "And he looked like a snorlax, he snored so hard!" Tea exclaimed on the way to our room "It was in English for sure, everyone falls asleep in that class." I teasingly confessed. "Don't even tell me, daily bread at the base: boring teachers." She laughed. Even Philip laughed a little. We had a lot of fun with it, but out of the corner of my eye I saw someone, someone I haven't seen in a long time, and I broke away from the group. Alex was right there, carrying some kind of... bag. I approached him and as soon as he noticed me he turned to me, he seemed in a hurry. At least it was good to see him again, I was starting to worry. Nervous, he greeted first: "Hi-hi Justin." "Hello, where have you been?" I asked, "I haven't seen you for a rematch." "Sorry, being the postman of the base and secretary of the director is a bit arduous," he replied ashamed, "sometimes the battle class ends and I don't even have time to eat, sometimes I don't even attend to do it." I thought the bag he was carrying was for carrying notebooks, but he took some letters out of it and tucked them under the door next to him. "I didn't know you were all that," I confessed. "Yes... sorry... I try to reserve it a bit." He said kindly. "I guess you're busy, I'm not bothering you." "Easy, just starting," he clarified, and continued to the next door, "I'm usually busy during the day and that's why I deliver quite late." It was six in the afternoon and he had a full bag, delivering to a base like this was going to be long, I didn't want to bother him anymore and I decided to say goodbye. “Well, I'll leave you, I'll wait the next time you go to have a rematch with me. Goodbye.” I said as he walked away to the next door. He turned around and yelled, "Okay, me too, bye." and he followed yet another door. I got back together with my roommates who were puzzled all that time. "Wow, so you know Alex?" Tea asked. "Yes, why?" I replied. "He is a bit important at the base, he is the Headmaster’s son." "Seriously?!" I asked surprised. "Yes, but it is not very strong to say, he does not spend so much time training, but writing and filing, I think that is boring, but he is going to do it..." "Oh." A loud throat clearing made us turn to Philip, who was left out of the conversation. "Well weren't we going to our room?" He asked annoyed. We answered yes, not at all taking his anger at losing that battle seriously, and we returned joking as before. ... After turning off the lights, I was able to think again. Camilo seems to like Mr. Moreno, more than the casual relationship he has with me, I feel... I feel that this is strange, after the interview he gave me I decided not to think about Mr. Moreno until I was alone, but I don't even know how to start. Alex, he is the son of the Principal, it is... quite strange, I understand that the gabite does not want to admit it, he seems shy and that would only attract more attention, but his father, apparently, I noticed that he is watching me or someone tells him things. He knew that I had had a battle with Patrick, but apparently, he did not know that I was friends with his son. He has never told us anything about his son... or his family, he's just the director and that's it... although it's basically impossible not to meet his son when you're new. Maybe he didn't say anything for the same reason Alex did about his relationship with him, but if so, then there is nothing wrong. I think I'm going around in circles, I'm getting confused. Although I still doubt. I'm not the only one hiding something from the director of the Northern Base.
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