War of Hope Day 11

I didn't dream that night. . .or the dream that I did have wasn't much. It was just me climbing a mountain. Nothing else to it, really.

As soon as I woke up and realized where I was and what was going on, I remembered Matt and all of the worse possible things that either could've happened or could happen.

Eevee was asleep right next to me, so I woke him up as well and told him to get ready to go. Of course, he was still very sleepy and hardly moved thanks to his half-asleep stage. He mumbled a couple of words that I couldn't even understand and staggered up to his feet.

My friend opened one eye while the other was only half opened.

"Why so early?" he asked me once he could talk again.

I was already beginning to exit the cave that we slept in when he finished that sentence.

"Because I want to find my friend before someone finds him," I explained, turning back to face him.

Eevee let out a big yawn, blinked a couple times, then finally trotted over to me.

"You're still all worried about your friend, huh?" he asked.

I quickly nodded and turned towards the exit of the cave.

"Hurry up, lets go!"

"Go where? Where are we going?"

I thought about that for awhile. Where can I look for Matt? The island is pretty big. . .and if someone did see a human, there probably would be a lot of commotion.

Well, Matt was last with Buneary. Maybe she took him somewhere? But if so, where?

"Hm. . ." I thought. "Lets try looking in the MCIP. Is that okay?"

The Eevee scratched his chin with his hind leg, yawned one more time, then nodded his head.

"Sure, why not?" he said with a smile. "Who knows? Maybe this could turn into a little adventure! I've always wanted to go on a real adventure!"

Adventure. . .The word means so much right now. I suppose I'm on my own little adventure right now. Humans, RAM, the Freedom Fighters, the Decadence, my mother, everything. It's all been an adventure.

But it's also been a very dangerous adventure. Many times you have seen death, himself, creep up to you.

True, that is very true. To this day, the images of seeing those RAM soldiers killed right in front of me. . .the ones who died in cold blood. . .still haunts my mind.

Maybe this adventure is nothing like what my Eevee friend thinks of as an adventure. His "adventure" is pictured as saving innocent lives, beating up the bad guys, seeing places he had never seen before, helping people like a true hero. . .while mine is filled with blood, killing, vengeance, rebellion, running, screaming, and innocent lives being taken away from you.

Is this a real adventure?

"Hey, you okay there, buddy?"

I snapped out of it and looked over at my friend. He was giving me a very worried look.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine," I reassured him. "Just. . .kinda dosed off there for a bit."

Eevee still gave me that worried look.

"You sure? For awhile there. . .you looked kinda. . .depressed."

"I did?" I asked. "Oh. . .well, I guess I'm just worried about my missing friend right now."

Eevee still gave me that look, so I tried to reassure him again with a smile.

"Why are you so worried about this one friend of yours?" Eevee finally said.

He's got you now.

I thought long and hard about what to say to that. All I could think of was, "You'll understand when you see him."

Eevee sighed and shook his head.

I hated to just keep him like this. . .but I didn't have time to only worry about how he felt.

I told him once more to move, and we were off. We moved in a fast trot, not wanting to get tired at so early in the morning, but wanting to gain some ground faster than walking. By doing this, we were able to make it to the MCIP by late sunrise.

We saw a couple of fellow Pokémon on the way there, but most of them were busy handling large wood, leaves and branches of sorts, and all sizes of rocks. Barely any of them took their time to even look over at us. I guess my friend was right.

Me and Eevee entered the MCIP. It looked the same way as before, just that some bottles and tubes were laying on the ground in a few places.

I looked around the hut for Chansey.

"Nurse?" I called out. "Nurse!"

Soon, the Chansey popped out her head from one of the doors that led into different rooms in the hut.

"Yes?" she asked.

I went straight to the point and asked if she knew where Matt was.

"Who?" asked the nurse.

"Matt," I said again.

She paused. . .then lit back up in remembrance.

"Oh! You mean the—"

"Shh!"

I placed my paw over my mouth and inclined my head to point towards my Eevee friend behind me. The nurse immediately knew what I meant, so she didn't say the rest.

"He's in here," she said.

"He is?" I asked, relieved. "Why did you bring him in here?"

"It wasn't me. It was your Buneary friend," said the nurse, beckoning me towards the door.

I walked over to the door, but paused before I walked in.

"Buneary? She brought Matt here? Why?" I asked the nurse.

The nurse's look changed right there. She looked very worried and very confused at the same time.

"You will soon see for yourself," said the nurse, and led me in.

When Eevee began to walk towards the door, the nurse stopped him in his tracks, not wanting to reveal the secret. I had to go up to the Chansey and tell her that I trusted him and that he needed to see as well. Of course, she questioned me, but all I told her was that he was my best friend. I hated to keep secrets from him.

Finally, the nurse sighed and allowed the Eevee in. His face looked very confused after hearing our small argument, but just as soon as I saw Matt's body, Eevee's eyes grew the same size as his head.

There, sitting up on his bottom, was Matt the human. He looked the same as before to me, just without his shirt (from us having to rip it off to get his heart back up again). Buneary stood beside him.

Matt looked over to me and smiled and shouted out "Pikachu!". I tried to smile back, but something about all of this made me feel like something was wrong.

"I-i-is th-th-that. . ." started my Eevee friend, but was having trouble finishing his sentence.

I turned to the nurse.

"So, what's wrong with him?" I asked.

Before the nurse could answer, Buneary raised up a paw, telling her that she will answer it and told me her story.

"Well, while you were gone, it—I mean, he—started to act weird. . .especially the night before in the cave. So, I brought him here."

"What was he doing that was weird?" I asked.

"It's it really a. . .a. . .a. . .?"said Eevee.

"Well. . ."

Buneary seemed to be having trouble thinking of the right words.

Eevee was still mumbling his words, still awestruck. Matt, however, seemed a bit. . .tired. . .he looked as if he didn't get any sleep at all last night or the night before. And now that I looked at him a bit more closely. . .he seemed a bit yellow.

"It's kind of hard to explain this, but basically. . .he started shooting static everywhere," explained Buneary.

"Static?" I asked. "You mean like. . .electricity?"

Buneary nodded.

"Yes, something like that," she said.

"They're real?. . .and they don't have tails?" commented Eevee, still flattered to see a human.

I had to pause to think about this.

"Wait, wait, wait. . .Matt just started shooting out electricity?" I asked.

"Well," started Buneary again. "At first, he started to groan a bit and grabbed his side. . .then he began screaming in pain. . .then finally he fell down to the ground on his hip while all of this. . .yellow electricity began shooting out of him everywhere."

Yellow electricity? But. . .I've never seen any of the humans back at the human territory do anything like that. Wouldn't the RAM attack me like that if they had the chance? I probably had the advantage because of my electricity. . .

So, then. . .how can Matt be doing what only the people of the Thunder Tribe can do?

"It just started shooting everywhere? Randomly?" I asked.

Another nod from Buneary. So, I asked her what happened after that.

"Well, after awhile of hiding any way I could, he stopped. . .but he didn't look good at all."

Buneary walked over to Matt, who had been sitting down this whole time, and pointed to a spot on Matt's side.

"His body was glowing yellow here,—"

Buneary pointed to Matt's chest where his heart was.

"here —"

Then she pointed to a spot on Matt's leg.

". . .and here."

Matt had been watching Buneary point to the spots, and he noticed something that I had as well.

"Those were the spots that I got shot!" said Matt. "Well. . .except for my chest. . ."

"That's right," I said. "The two spots you pointed at were where Matt was shot by the RAM. . .but why would they be glowing?"

". . .He has no fur. . .no claws. . .but they're real!"

Now the nurse spoke.

"After this Buneary saw this, she brought the human here so I could examine him. I noticed a few things odd about this body behavior," she said.

The nurse walked over to a wall on the side of the hut, and picked up something off of the ground. She held it up for me and everyone else to see.

It was a metal stick of some sort.

"What's that?" I asked.

"What's it look like? It's metal," said the nurse. "I found this while gathering herbs around the Fire Territory near the mountains, but that is not the point. Watch."

The nurse held up the metal stick in front of Matt, face. Matt watched her with interest, not really knowing what to expect, like me.

Then, the nurse tossed up the metal stick into the air. The metal flipped around, doing a few circles. . .then flew straight towards Matt's chest as if an invisible hand pulled it towards him.

The stick slammed itself on Matt's chest, almost knocking the air out of him, and making him stumble to his back. Matt quickly got back up to his feet (almost popping a hole in the roof of the hut because of his height) and tried to pull off the metal stick that stuck to his chest.

"Get it off! Get it off!" shouted Matt, freaking out. "What did that thing do to me? What's happening?!"

"Does he have to call me 'thing'? After all, it's you who told us not to call him that," said the nurse.

"What was that?!" I shouted in shock, ignoring the nurse's last comment. "He's. . .magnetic or something?"

The nurse sighed and explained.

"I think he's more. . .electro-magnetic, but how he became electro-magnetic is beyond me."

Matt kept prying at the metal stick on his chest, trying to pull it off. Eventually, he was able to get his fingers underneath the metal and pulled it off of him. I saw as the metal was ripped off of his chest, a few yellow sparks came out.

Matt, now relieved that the metal stick is off of his chest, was about to throw the stick away. . .but now the metal stick was stuck to his hand and refused to come off.

"Well. . .If I hadn't known any better, I would've said that he's charged," I said, watching Matt struggle with the metal stick. "But I'm still not sure if that can even happen to humans."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," said the nurse.

The nurse pondered for a moment, then asked me something.

"Did anything happen to this human while you were with him?" she asked.

I thought about it for awhile. Of course a bunch of stuff happened to the both of us, but what would've happened that would make him like this? What could've happened to Matt that's made him so charged?

"Well," I started. "He did get shot a couple of times. . .once he was knocked out for awhile. . .and then—"

I paused. . .for that was when I remembered the Decadence. I remember Matt fighting back by using his fist. . .that was somehow filled with electricity!

"Then what?" asked Buneary, listening to us.

"It's just. . .I remember while bringing Matt over here through the sea. . .we met a Decadence," I said.

Both the nurse and Buneary gasped at hearing that.

"A Decadence?" asked the nurse. "How did you two survive?"

"That's what I'm getting to," I said.

So, I told them the story. I told them what happened when the Decadence attacked and when Matt threw an electric fist at the Decadence's Hyper Beam.

"So then this started even before he came to this island," said the nurse, pondering what she had just heard.

"I still can't believe you went up against a Decadence!" said Buneary. "Please, what happened after that? Were you able to fight it off?"

The Buneary looked up at me with great big eyes. I have never seen such eyes look like that before, so I had to tell her what else happened.

However, before I could, the nurse stopped me with another question.

"Wait. If the human was able to do such an attack as that. . .then that must mean that he was a bit charged before," the nurse concluded. "Tell me. . .when the human was shot, did you do anything to him to treat the wounds?"

"Of course," I said.

"Like what? What did you do?"

"Well, I had to clean the wounds first, so I—"

And that's when I realized it. I could see in the nurse's eyes that she realized it too.

"I. . .I shocked him into the wound. . ." I said, slowly realizing what is going on.

"And when you brought him here, you shocked him again in the heart to jump start it!" said the nurse.

Now Buneary joined in, also understanding what was happening.

"And all of those spots where the places that were glowing!" she said.

I was almost smiling at figuring this out, but then stopped smiling as another question popped.

"But. . .I don't understand," I said.

"Neither do I," admitted the nurse. "But I have a theory. It's just a guess, but I think it's pretty close. What if all of that electricity you used on this human. . .is still in him?"

"Still in him? How?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"I don't know. . .but I do have another theory," said the nurse. "What if this human somehow rapidly adapted to your electricity? Almost to the point to where he can't live without it?"

The thought struck me. It was a risky theory. . .but it was the only one we have.

All of the electricity I've used on him to save his life. . .could it possibly be the same electricity that is making him so charged? If so. . .does that mean that Matt could also use electric attacks like me?

Matt was still trying to pull off the metal stick off of his hand. I walked over to him and held out my paw for him to see. He looked down at me, hesitated on what he should do, then held out his hand with the metal stick still on it.

I grabbed the metal. . .then had to yank my paw away as a strong static surge went through my arm.

"He is charged," I said.

Matt, noticing that he hurt me, pulled his hand back. He looked worried.

"Pikachu!" he cried. "I'm so sorry. . .I. . .I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, it's okay," I said, trying to calm him down.

I put out both of my paws, and waved them towards the ground, trying to use some sort of body language for him to understand. Matt just scrunched up his eye brows at me. . .he didn't understand. . .but he did calm down.

"Did that really hurt you?" asked Eevee.

I looked at him.

"What? The shock? Not much, really," I reassured him. "But I'm just real worried about him now. Most of my kind that become charged get in continuous pain. . .but right now he seems fine."

I looked over at Buneary.

"Does it just turn on and off for him?" I asked her.

She thought about it, then nodded.

I nodded back.

"I had a feeling that was what was happening. If Matt doesn't get that electricity out of him somehow, then. . ." I paused.

What would happen? It's never been heard of someone dying from being charged for too long. But then. . .Matt is a human, so who knows what could happen.

"Then we need to find a way to fix this," finished the nurse.

I just nodded my head towards her.

"Now," continued the nurse. "How does a Pikachu or any electric Pokémon become un-charged when they are charged?"

"Well," I started. "Mainly we just try to get it all out at once."

The nurse nodded her head.

"That's what I thought. But this leads to a problem. If this human is, in fact, charged, and if the only way for him to become un-charged is by letting out all of his electricity, how will we tell him that? More importantly, does this human even know how to use his new ability so he can let out all of the electricity?"

The nurse was right. Matt still can not understand our language, so how can he know what is going on or what to do? And how can we teach him how to bring out his electricity?

Then again, would using electricity act the same with a human as it would with a Pikachu like me?

"He can't understand us?" asked my Eevee friend.

I turned to him.

"No. That's another thing that's odd. We can understand human speech, but they apparently don't understand Pokémon," I explained.

Eevee pondered that for a while. . .then walked right in front of Matt.

"Hey you stupid, overgrown, pink, punk!" shouted Eevee right in Matt's face.

"Hey!" I warned him.

Eevee just turned his head to face me.

"You said he doesn't understand us, so what's there to loose?" he smiled.

I sighed and looked up at Matt. Sure enough, he was completely lost in what Eevee had just said. He looked down at me with a half smile.

"Um. . .is this how you say hi?" he asked me.

I'm sorry, but I had to laugh at that. Eevee and Buneary joined me while the nurse held it in with a small chuckle. Matt looked even more lost than before. He even tried to make a fake laugh with us just to try to fit in. . .poor guy.

I eventually calmed down as everyone else did. A few tears formed in my eyes from laughing so much, so I wiped them away.

"Oh. . ." I said, calming down. "Yeah, we need to find a way to fix this. But how are we supposed to do it? Teach him our language?"

The nurse chuckled a bit more, then calmed herself down enough to talk again.

"No. I don't suppose that will work," she said. "But this is a pickle."

Eevee took a few more glances at Matt, examining how he looked, then looked back over at me.

"What about through his mind?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked him back.

My friend took some steps closer to me then sat down on the ground.

"What do you mean, 'what do I mean'? I'm talking about mind talk! What's it called? Telekinesis!" he said.

Now the nurse was catching on.

"I think he might have a point," she said.

I turned to her.

"How? He doesn't understand our language! Plus, none of us even know how to do a move like that."

The nurse grinned and waved a finger at me.

"You forget, I've met just about everyone on this island, so I know all kinds of abilities and how they work thanks to me talking to each and every one of my patients," she explained. "And one of the things I have learned is that when it comes to the mind, there is no language."

No language?

"What do you mean?"

The nurse hesitated on how to explain it. . .then shrugged her shoulders and looked back over to me.

"Well, that's about it, really. There is no language in your volunteer."

She thought a bit more on how to explain it, then talked again.

"Think of it this way: when you were a mere infant, before you even knew how to talk, you still had thoughts, correct?"

"Um. . .yeah," I answered, trying to understand.

"Then there you go!" the nurse said. "Obviously you still had thoughts, maybe not in exact words or anything, but still had thoughts. The same goes with every mind. Everyone has thoughts, some are just feelings while other are words, but either one has no distinct language inside the mind."

I kind of understood it now. . .but it was still confusing. So, just to save further time, I simply nodded my head.

"Okay, so language isn't an issue, but being able to actually do telekinesis is! I highly doubt anyone in this room can do such a move," I said.

Now, Buneary took a step forward.

"Maybe not, but the Psychic Tribe can. I'm sure that at least one of you know someone that can help us in the Psychic Tribe. Why, there were four of them here when we helped Matt. Why not ask one of them?" she suggested.

"What a brilliant idea!" exclaimed Chansey. "However, the four that volunteer here will not be able to help."

"Why not?" asked Eevee.

"Each of them are preparing themselves for the tournament. Remember, only one Pokémon from each tribe can make it to the finals," explained the nurse.

Then, the nurse turned towards me.

"Isn't it true that you know someone else from that tribe? Hopefully someone that is not participating in the tournament?" she asked me.

I thought about it. There was one person. . .but should I show him Matt? Would he agree to help?

He has helped you out all of the other times you have asked. Why would he say no?

Well, because I would be bringing a human with me.

True. But you should have some trust in him, at least. He has never let you down before.

I do have a lot of trust for him. . .it's just. . .

I sighed to myself. This is exactly what I was debating with myself when I wanted to tell my Eevee friend about Matt.

But this is the Alakazam that befriended you. He told you his theories. Some of them might've been. . .different, while others really made you think. You have to at least have a bit of faith with him.

I shook my head. You're right. . .you're right.

Was has happened to me? Ever since I've brought Matt home with me, it's like I don't trust anyone anymore. I mean, this Buneary was just someone I had bumped into. I didn't even know her at first! But here I am, not trusting my closest friends!

"Yeah," I eventually said. "I know someone. . .but I'm not sure if he can help or not."

"Well, the best thing to do is to check," said the nurse. "Where would he be right now?"

I pondered it for a bit.

"He should still be way over at the Psychic Tribe's territory. I don't know if he's helping putting up the tournament or not, but I'm pretty sure he's too old to participate in it," I said.

Chansey slapped her hands together.

"That's it, then! Since the Psychic's territory is so far away and everyone is probably all up and about at this time, you all should stay here and rest. Then, when it is night time and everyone is asleep, that is when you all will bring the human over to the psychic's to get this all fixed up."

"Wait. . . 'you all'?" repeated Eevee. "Does that mean that we're all going?"

The nurse nodded her head.

"You, her, and him," she said, pointing to Eevee, Buneary, and me. "This young one will need all of the help he can get, I'm sure of it."

Chansey walked over to Matt, grabbed his hand that had the metal sticking to it, and yanked it off of him.

"Besides," she continued. "I have a feeling that talking to this human will become more important than telling him to be un-charged."

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

She looked over at me and smiled, wiggling the metal stick in her hands.

"I guess we will all find out sooner or later, now wont we?"