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    “WHAT?!”
           Olive frantically scrambled away from the Eevees she had trusted, the Eevees who had betrayed her trust.
            “Olive, please! We never meant… I-it wasn’t intentional-”
            “Just stay away from me you- you  demons!” she cried, placing a paw in front of her face as if to shield herself. They’re going to kill me, Olive thought in a state of shock, they killed Koru and Rita and Fang and Thor and now they’re going to kill me. I should’ve never trusted them. It was their fault, their fault, their-
          “Dear Arceus above, it wasn’t her freakin’ idea!”
          Blackie, who had been lurking in the shadows, suddenly spoke up. “She’s not the one who found the ingredients, she didn’t want to evolve as badly as us two, and she’s not the one who killed Bamber! It was me! My freakin’ fault! So don’t take it out on my sister!”
          Zan stepped forward. “You can trust us,” she whispered, “really.”
          She slowly placed her own paw on Olive’s, still braced in front of her, and gently pushed it downward to the floor.
          Olive was still breathing heavily, still frightened, still distrustful. “N-no.”
           “What?”
           “No. I can’t trust you yet. I was stupid to trust you in the first place.” She said coldly.
           “Olive…”
           “It’s common sense. I can’t trust someone who I barely know, especially at a time like this. “
           Zan backed off. “I…. I understand.” she breathed.
           “We’ll notify you if we find anything else out about The Wind.” said Blackie. “You should do the same. Until you’re ready to trust us, you can go home.”
          “Home…”
           Home!
           “H-how long have I been here?!” Olive demanded.
           “You were out cold for about 10 hours, and this conversation has taken us around two. That’s not including the time you spent in that dungeon.”
           “My friends….. They’ll be so worried about me! And there have been four attacks already! Who knows what could’ve happened while I was gone?!”
           “I can take you back quickly,” said Zan “Unless you’d rather travel by Blackie’s means again.”
           “Celebi, no. That was way too creepy.”
           “Then, let’s go!” Zan cried. “Grab my paw so I can teleport with you.”
          Olive took hold of Zan’s outstretched paw, and Zan closed her eyes as if gathering energy. A white light suddenly shone from her body, and it soon enveloped Olive as well, so that she could no longer see. Apparently the light had reached a little too far, because Olive heard Blackie cry “Oh, for the love of Ho-Oh, Zan. Not me too! I’m not in the mood to meet those freaky friends of hers!”
           And then they were gone.
           Olive could feel air whipping past her face, her eyes shut tight, and she knew that they were traveling an immense distance in almost no time at all. It was exhilarating, in a way, but she still felt anxiety for her teammates.
            The trio came to an unexpected and immediate stop, which caused Olive to trip and fall, hitting the ground with a thud. Blackie suppressed laughter.
            Olive got up and looked around. They had landed directly in front of the Team Azul base.
            “This is your house? Looks like it’s staring at me. Let’s get outta here.”
            “Yes, let’s.” Olive suddenly remembered her purpose for being here. She jumped up and raced to the door of her base. “Zoe! Zoe, are you in there? It’s me, Olive!”
            There was the sound of tiny footsteps, and the door swung open and hit Olive in the nose. She groaned in pain and clutched it as her eyes began to water.
            “Olive, where the heck have you been?! Everyone’s been looking for you! We thought you’d been murdered!”
            “Doo bwo by doe!” Olive  attempted to say through her paws.
                     “What?”
           She unhinged her paws from her face. “You broke my nose! Ow.”  Olive quickly began to massage her nose again.
          “Oh. Sorry about that.” Zoe said sheepishly. “But you’ve gotta come quick! There’s been another murder!”
          “Oh, no!” Olive cried with a horrible sinking feeling. She had been afraid this would happen.
          “No time to explain!” Zoe shouted as she sprinted off towards the Friend Areas.
          “Yes there is!” But Zoe was too focused on running to pay attention. Olive ran after her.
          Blackie looked at Zan for a moment. She nodded. Both Eevees took flight so as to follow the others to the crime scene.
           As Olive hurtled down the winding path after Zoe, she tried to figure out what their destination was. They had passed Wild Plains, the Safari, Thunder Meadow….
           And then the Mountain Range came into view.
           A terrible, unthinkable thought gripped Olive’s mind as she ran. No…. Not them…. Please, Arceus, not them!
          But there they were, at Darkness Ridge. And there she was, lying motionless on the dark-soiled earth.
          Despair, the brave Absol to whom Olive and Kay owed their lives, was sitting rigid over his mate’s body. Misfortune had been a great friend to Olive, and she felt her heart wrench open. Trauma, the daughter of the pair, was standing behind her father, shaking uncontrollably.
          The poor little scrap is barely six years old! Olive thought, filled with sorrow and rage. Misfortune and her family didn’t deserve this! No one deserves this! She let the burning tears stream down her face.
           What made her even angrier, however, was that Despair was the reason that Olive and Kay still lived in this world. And Kay had….
            No. It’s not Kay. It’s not Kay. Kay’s not there. It’s someone else’s fault. I’ll save her. I’ll save her and then I’ll punish whoever is doing this to us!
           Olive bit back her painful sorrow and tried to force her tears to stop. She was a leader. She couldn’t allow herself to look weak in this crisis.
            “Olive! Come look at this!”
            She hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that Blackie and Zan had followed her. Blackie was standing about ten feet from Misfortune’s body, giving her shocked family a wide berth. Zan was farther back, a look of complete horror on her face.
            Olive stepped quietly down to stand beside Blackie. “Don’t get so close!” He snarled. “Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?”
            Olive’s hatred for the cursed Eevee was reignited. How could he think of personal space at a time like this?! She shuffled away and looked down at Misfortune’s body. A gasp of terror escaped her lips.
            Misfortune had not been torn apart, as the other corpses had. A clean slit had been cut down her stomach, as if proportioned to be so. However, the wound was very deep, and the Absol’s entrails spilled out into the dust. It was apparent that this slice had been made after she was already dead, because her throat was torn in a manner that one could see the inside of her throat. It was as if Misfortune’s corpse had been opened up, like a zip lock bag. Her once large and beautiful eyes stared into nothing. But the strangest thing was…..
            “No blood. It’s all been taken.”
            Blackie was right. There wasn’t one spot of Misfortune’s blood one the ground. Her body had been deprived of it’s crimson juice, and she looked like a wrinkled, deflated balloon, laying there with her limbs stretched out.
            Olive began to wretch. Her body convulsed, and she was sick on the dust beneath her paws. There was nothing left in her stomach, but she still jerked violently with sickness.
            “Oh, that is disgusting!” Blackie snarled, showing no respect for the deceased or those who cared about her. Olive glared at him, trying to imagine him in the same state as Misfortune. The image only made her feel more sick.
            Blackie scooted away from the hate in Olive’s brown eyes. He turned back to Misfortune’s mutilated corpse and said “Unlike the other killings you’ve told me about, this one was distinctly planned. Someone needed this Absol’s blood. I’m guessing that “someone” is whoever is controlling your idiot friend.”
           “You don’t think it’s Kay’s fault, then?”
           Blackie snorted. “Why would it be? Your story tells me that this was a perfectly peaceful Pikachu, and there would be no other reason for all of these attacks.”
           How can he be so cold when he’s seen this, and he knows why it happened? He doesn‘t care about what happens to anyone but his sister…. I hate him! I hate him!
          Olive stole a glance at Misfortune’s corpse. I hate him!

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    “WHAT?!”
           Olive frantically scrambled away from the Eevees she had trusted, the Eevees who had betrayed her trust.
            “Olive, please! We never meant… I-it wasn’t intentional-”
            “Just stay away from me you- you  demons!” she cried, placing a paw in front of her face as if to shield herself. They’re going to kill me, Olive thought in a state of shock, they killed Koru and Rita and Fang and Thor and now they’re going to kill me. I should’ve never trusted them. It was their fault, their fault, their-
          “Dear Arceus above, it wasn’t her freakin’ idea!”
          Blackie, who had been lurking in the shadows, suddenly spoke up. “She’s not the one who found the ingredients, she didn’t want to evolve as badly as us two, and she’s not the one who killed Bamber! It was me! My freakin’ fault! So don’t take it out on my sister!”
          Zan stepped forward. “You can trust us,” she whispered, “really.”
          She slowly placed her own paw on Olive’s, still braced in front of her, and gently pushed it downward to the floor.
          Olive was still breathing heavily, still frightened, still distrustful. “N-no.”
           “What?”
           “No. I can’t trust you yet. I was stupid to trust you in the first place.” She said coldly.
           “Olive…”
           “It’s common sense. I can’t trust someone who I barely know, especially at a time like this. “
           Zan backed off. “I…. I understand.” she breathed.
           “We’ll notify you if we find anything else out about The Wind.” said Blackie. “You should do the same. Until you’re ready to trust us, you can go home.”
          “Home…”
           Home!
           “H-how long have I been here?!” Olive demanded.
           “You were out cold for about 10 hours, and this conversation has taken us around two. That’s not including the time you spent in that dungeon.”
           “My friends….. They’ll be so worried about me! And there have been four attacks already! Who knows what could’ve happened while I was gone?!”
           “I can take you back quickly,” said Zan “Unless you’d rather travel by Blackie’s means again.”
           “Celebi, no. That was way too creepy.”
           “Then, let’s go!” Zan cried. “Grab my paw so I can teleport with you.”
          Olive took hold of Zan’s outstretched paw, and Zan closed her eyes as if gathering energy. A white light suddenly shone from her body, and it soon enveloped Olive as well, so that she could no longer see. Apparently the light had reached a little too far, because Olive heard Blackie cry “Oh, for the love of Ho-Oh, Zan. Not me too! I’m not in the mood to meet those freaky friends of hers!”
           And then they were gone.
           Olive could feel air whipping past her face, her eyes shut tight, and she knew that they were traveling an immense distance in almost no time at all. It was exhilarating, in a way, but she still felt anxiety for her teammates.
            The trio came to an unexpected and immediate stop, which caused Olive to trip and fall, hitting the ground with a thud. Blackie suppressed laughter.
            Olive got up and looked around. They had landed directly in front of the Team Azul base.
            “This is your house? Looks like it’s staring at me. Let’s get outta here.”
            “Yes, let’s.” Olive suddenly remembered her purpose for being here. She jumped up and raced to the door of her base. “Zoe! Zoe, are you in there? It’s me, Olive!”
            There was the sound of tiny footsteps, and the door swung open and hit Olive in the nose. She groaned in pain and clutched it as her eyes began to water.
            “Olive, where the heck have you been?! Everyone’s been looking for you! We thought you’d been murdered!”
            “Doo bwo by doe!” Olive  attempted to say through her paws.
                     “What?”
           She unhinged her paws from her face. “You broke my nose! Ow.”  Olive quickly began to massage her nose again.
          “Oh. Sorry about that.” Zoe said sheepishly. “But you’ve gotta come quick! There’s been another murder!”
          “Oh, no!” Olive cried with a horrible sinking feeling. She had been afraid this would happen.
          “No time to explain!” Zoe shouted as she sprinted off towards the Friend Areas.
          “Yes there is!” But Zoe was too focused on running to pay attention. Olive ran after her.
          Blackie looked at Zan for a moment. She nodded. Both Eevees took flight so as to follow the others to the crime scene.
           As Olive hurtled down the winding path after Zoe, she tried to figure out what their destination was. They had passed Wild Plains, the Safari, Thunder Meadow….
           And then the Mountain Range came into view.
           A terrible, unthinkable thought gripped Olive’s mind as she ran. No…. Not them…. Please, Arceus, not them!
          But there they were, at Darkness Ridge. And there she was, lying motionless on the dark-soiled earth.
          Despair, the brave Absol to whom Olive and Kay owed their lives, was sitting rigid over his mate’s body. Misfortune had been a great friend to Olive, and she felt her heart wrench open. Trauma, the daughter of the pair, was standing behind her father, shaking uncontrollably.
          The poor little scrap is barely six years old! Olive thought, filled with sorrow and rage. Misfortune and her family didn’t deserve this! No one deserves this! She let the burning tears stream down her face.
           What made her even angrier, however, was that Despair was the reason that Olive and Kay still lived in this world. And Kay had….
            No. It’s not Kay. It’s not Kay. Kay’s not there. It’s someone else’s fault. I’ll save her. I’ll save her and then I’ll punish whoever is doing this to us!
           Olive bit back her painful sorrow and tried to force her tears to stop. She was a leader. She couldn’t allow herself to look weak in this crisis.
            “Olive! Come look at this!”
            She hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that Blackie and Zan had followed her. Blackie was standing about ten feet from Misfortune’s body, giving her shocked family a wide berth. Zan was farther back, a look of complete horror on her face.
            Olive stepped quietly down to stand beside Blackie. “Don’t get so close!” He snarled. “Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?”
            Olive’s hatred for the cursed Eevee was reignited. How could he think of personal space at a time like this?! She shuffled away and looked down at Misfortune’s body. A gasp of terror escaped her lips.
            Misfortune had not been torn apart, as the other corpses had. A clean slit had been cut down her stomach, as if proportioned to be so. However, the wound was very deep, and the Absol’s entrails spilled out into the dust. It was apparent that this slice had been made after she was already dead, because her throat was torn in a manner that one could see the inside of her throat. It was as if Misfortune’s corpse had been opened up, like a zip lock bag. Her once large and beautiful eyes stared into nothing. But the strangest thing was…..
            “No blood. It’s all been taken.”
            Blackie was right. There wasn’t one spot of Misfortune’s blood one the ground. Her body had been deprived of it’s crimson juice, and she looked like a wrinkled, deflated balloon, laying there with her limbs stretched out.
            Olive began to wretch. Her body convulsed, and she was sick on the dust beneath her paws. There was nothing left in her stomach, but she still jerked violently with sickness.
            “Oh, that is disgusting!” Blackie snarled, showing no respect for the deceased or those who cared about her. Olive glared at him, trying to imagine him in the same state as Misfortune. The image only made her feel more sick.
            Blackie scooted away from the hate in Olive’s brown eyes. He turned back to Misfortune’s mutilated corpse and said “Unlike the other killings you’ve told me about, this one was distinctly planned. Someone needed this Absol’s blood. I’m guessing that “someone” is whoever is controlling your idiot friend.”
           “You don’t think it’s Kay’s fault, then?”
           Blackie snorted. “Why would it be? Your story tells me that this was a perfectly peaceful Pikachu, and there would be no other reason for all of these attacks.”
           How can he be so cold when he’s seen this, and he knows why it happened? He doesn‘t care about what happens to anyone but his sister…. I hate him! I hate him!
          Olive stole a glance at Misfortune’s corpse. I hate him!