Prisoners of Heaven

Fairy: OMG! THIS IS CATAGORIZED IN OTHER! Whatever, this is my first time being here, but this isn’t my first time writing a story with weirdness in it. I chose pokemon because it’s easier. Read and review, and you may flame if you want (but I really don’t care, you are just beating a dead horse), but if you are going to review, I want tips, tops and constructive criticism, and just “YOUR FUCKING LAME,” like what guys do when you piss them off.

“Prisoners of Heaven,” was inspired by “Coin-Operated Boy,” from the Dresden Dolls, “All is Full of Love,” by Bjork and “Pixel Perfect,” by Disney. You will see where the themes come in. And I’m not giving away the story in the summary, so I put something so obscure that even Einstein couldn’t figure it out. This is written in First Person; get ready for a bucket load of angst, sexual tension and grief.
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Chapter One: Nothing is Good Enough

“Flowers my dear?” The upper crust Persian said, handing me a bouquet of lilacs, twisted with some roses and watercress. I stared at them and then looked at the Persian. I scanned his mind. He was intelligent, but all he cared about it sex. I burned the flowers, throwing them down, trampling them with my paws.

“But I don’t understand,’ the Persian sighed. I gave him a wayward smile and walked away. I didn’t need to put up shallow stupidity—even if I was hard to get, I didn’t really need pokemon mates nor did I need pokemon friends. They all were pathetic in their own way—and I don’t care if I sound conceited or selfish, it’s the truth, and I am honest always.

My name is Sovereign, I belong to Rachel. I am a Ninetails, and though I am mentally normal, was born with physical anomaly. Ninetails were usually cream-whitish with orange streaks, but instead, my fur was a black as night with brilliant star blue swirls and streaks. I looked like the night sky when I was a Vulpix, and because of that, I was named Sovereign…of the Midnight Sky. Right now, it is beginning to rain, and each day, my heart becomes colder and colder, at least, that’s what Rachel complains about.

The water ran down my fur like glistening pebbles. A rain-shower was the perfect way to end the day, after a day of battle and mindless flirting. The rain was a relief. It took away sadness, pain and anguish. It took away the feeling of loneliness, like if nobody understands you. It washed away tears of bitter memories and anger. Why? Well, I was always ridiculed for my unique appearance—I was both an outcast and a spoiled brat when going up—it was a horrible combination. What was worse that my attacks were weaker than a normal fire type’s. When I remember such harsh memories of bitter and hateful ridicule, I simply take my problems to the rain and let them wash them away. Outside, in my sanctuary, there is no fucking trainer to make me battle, there is no fucking pokemon to tease me and there are no fucking shallow males who simply want to sleep with me because I’m the first “different,” and “good-looking,” pokemon they came across.

The rain was getting heavier and I shook it off. I couldn’t stay out here. I would get sick. I sat in my plush and satin bed, drying myself and emptying myself of negative thoughts, until Rachel came bursting in with her best friend, Starlet. They looked positively worried and angry.

“My Persian was glum all day. You said your Ninetails were desperate for a mate, why did she turn him down?” Starlet cried.

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said, giving a shamefaced look, “I should have said she is desperate. She has a cold heart.”

“Shit,” Starlet hissed, “If they had mated, we would be in-laws.”

I listened to the mindless chatter of this. Many pokemon had tried to court me and all have failed. Maybe it is because they are the real ones that will destroy inside. I tuned out their stupid jokes, their false impressions of friendship.

“Sovereign believes that a mate is more than intimacy.”

“Well for humans it is, but for pokemon, sex is all that matters,” Starlet snapped, “It should only be used for offspring.”

When I heard such a blatant lie, I wanted to shoot a fireball at that senseless girl.

“No, a pokemon has to be close. Pokemon are a lot like humans if you think about it.”

I smiled, my rage inside of me seem to calm. I smiled slightly.

“Well, your Ninetails is psycho and strange. Look at her fur, look at how she acts.”

I smiled. Cold heart, cold paws…so what. The heart grows colder with absence, but for me, the heart grows colder when stupid, senseless, sex-driven pokemon come up to me to offer me friendship, flowers and kisses. I don’t need that. I don’t need the biggest box of chocolate. They just aren’t genuine.

“You can’t blame Sovereign for being so defensive when it comes to relationships. She had a troublesome past, and she wants to be left alone. It’s not like its some psychological problem. Sovereign is perfectly normal, and when the right time comes, she will be attracted to the pokemon she feels is right for her.”

I laughed inwardly. It was a cruel laugh. That was so strange “attracted to pokemon,” she put it. I neither like the male nor female gender in pokemon. Or maybe it’s because the right one didn’t come along. I have seen many handsome male pokemon whom I could have spent my life with, raising little kits, but I rather not. So am I going to the nuthouse now you fucker?

I rolled my eyes bitterly. Nothing she’ll say will make me mate with her friend’s simple pokemon. It may sound aloof, it may sound proud, but I don’t give a shit. Pride keeps me alive and without it, I would be a bundle of emo mess.

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“Venusaur, use Razor Leaf!” A trainer called out. Rachel decided to pick a battle with some trainer in the woods and use me to fight that giant plant monster.

It hurled hundreds of razor-edged leaves towards me at horrible speed. I began to dodge it, so I leapt in the air.

“Sovereign, use Flame Thrower!” Rachel ordered. I obeyed her command and a pillar of fire escaped from my mouth hurling towards that Venusaur. Embers caressed it and the Venusar flinched, pulling back and moaning from the burn.

“Use vine whip!” The train ordered. I was already charging head first towards the Venusar with a full-speed take-down, which in probably wasn’t a good idea. The vine whip tied around my legs and made me trip. Then it reeled me in, tossing me around like a rag doll, making me hit the floor, some trees, finally the Venusaur let go and made me fly into a nearby mud puddle with rocks in it.

I got up shaking, bleeding from my mouth and chest. It had such an effect on me because I was running so fast and had no time to slow down and resist or dodge. The fact that my speed added to the force that the Venusaur was pushing me, the point where he threw me, I was already hurling double the speed I was charging at him.

I felt like terrible anyway, so I collapsed. Even if I could have kept on fighting, it wouldn’t be with enough strength.

“I win,” the trainer said proudly. Rachel sighed and picked me up. She carried me home, shamefaced. She did not say a word until we got there.

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I could feel tears about to pour from my eyes when Rachel was talking to her father over the phone. She said that my recent performance was an “embarrassment,” and that I am not “up to par with my level,” and that a battle I could have easily won, “I threw away the match.”

I rested my head on the pillows, murmuring to myself. Nothing was ever good enough for Rachel, but maybe, it was my fault. No maybe, it was my fault.

“So, while I was out, I purchased a program,” I heard Rachel say, “An interactive pokemon program to help Sovereign battle and teach her and me some new battle tactics.”

I sighed, what good would that do.

Not much I believe, not much.
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Fairy: Well, its angsty now, but later on you will love it. Sovereign belongs to me and so does Rachel. But that’s not important right now.