♤♡Darkness Will Come♧♢

         He passes the sheet of paper to someone else who takes it and leaves the room. More notes are taken, too. 

      Now he turns and whispers something to another.  They bring out their Rotom Phones and point at things. Scroll through things. Then they both collectively sigh and shake their head.

    “Of course it was them. They’re slippery.”  He gets up and opens the door.          “Thank you. You may go now.” Short lived questioning? Yup!

           Ah – There he is.     There’s a nod from an officer who is in the room. He slides over a piece of paper – It’s simple to fill out. Name, age, gender, Region of Birth, etc. etc. etc. Basic information. “That is to be filled out.” The officer stated firmly.

       A note pad and a pen was in hand, the officer scribbling down some notes for himself then proceeded to question Grimsley – “Did you happen to catch sight of who Dyanamaxed that Haxorus and which way they may have gone? Or was it you that did it?”

Great. Yet another region to take his information. He started filling it out slowly as the officer started asking him questions. Grimsley Heidrich was written in his hand writing first. It felt a little odd to be doing this outside of Unova. All the same he filled it out and passed it back when done.

      “First, we will allow you to wash-up and get some clean clothes on.”

   The paramedic informed Grimsley as he led the former Elite out of the stadium. Another person captured the fainted Haxorus so that they could tend to it and further tame it (hopefully). Poor thing, though…! Forced Dynamax must have been painful.

        “Here we are, here is where you will wash up. There is a bathrobe you may change into once you’re all clean. Then you can put your clothes in that bag there and go down the hall for questioning, alright?”

“Thank you...” He followed the other man silently. He stayed silent the entire time they walked and throughout the paramedic talking. Grimlsey was barely there. He gave one nod as a confirmation then walked away to clean up. When it came to washing his hands Grimsley scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed at his skin, turning it red from irritation and way too hot water. He changed out of his kimono and into the robe that was provided, stuffing the blood and grass stained thing into the bag. Might have to get a new one... Good thing he still had his suit.

          There’s a very quiet, very weak ‘I know they do… ‘m not ready t’go…’ From the fallen rock star. He was trying to hold on, but with his already pre-existing issue of anemia… Losing blood wasn’t all that good on him!

     “ ‘M… Heh- Sorry………” He falls silent now…

       And that help? It arrives ! Paramedics, a nurse Joy –

   They’d quickly and as carefully as possible take Piers off as soon as possible while one paramedic stayed behind to talk to Grimsley.

         “Sir, come with us. We can get you cleaned up as well. And we have a few questions, of course.” 

The former Elite’s voice caught in his throat as Piers tried to speak. Don’t go...! Don’t leave...! It took everything he had to hold back tears threatening to spill over. What would he tell Marnie? To all of Spikemuth? He was such an idiot. He barely heard the paramedics come over until Piers was pulled from his grip. He had to make himself release the singer’s jacket so they could. Grimsley got up and looked down. So much blood. On his clothes, his hands.

His hands. He had blood on his hands again.

       “Heh.      I make th’jokes ‘bout this shite all th’time.”

Ah. He wheezes out a painful laugh, letting himself lean against Grimsley.

        Zig-Zig is running off in no time to go get help.

   Piers rests his head on the others shoulder, eyes already falling shut. If he doesn’t die, his back will CERTAINLY have long-lasting perma-damage.         But if he DOES die, oh boy.

   Marnie. Team Yell. Spikemuth. He’ll be… Letting a lot of people down, yeah?

        Weakly, he brings his hands up to cling to Grimsley.    “Glad yer alright, yeah? Stay… Lively, yeah.”

  There goes his grip, hands falling as he just… Goes limp!

No. No, no, no, no! This was hitting him a lot harder than he thought it might. He was losing someone, again. His grip on the singer’s jacket tightened. “Don’t.... Don’t talk like, Piers. Please. You can pull through this.” Where was that help? This was taking far to long. He felt the blood seeping into his white kimono now. Panic was closing in on his nerves.

             Once that dynamax was down, Zig-Zig came running over to his trainer!      It didn’t take long for the Obstagoon to sniff at the air and pick up on that metallic smell lingering in the air. Soon enough a pretty crimson red was staining the white of Piers’ hair.

      “Oi, thas’ good.” A low, strained chuckle.   “Y’know, those fuckers hit hard, yeah?” Piers stop being so damn casual about this?

     “Fuckin’ hurts, mate. No’sure how much I can really… Move… Right now wi’out loosin’ too much blood, haha~”

That smell. He knew it all too well. The discoloration caught Grimsley’s eye and he shifted his gaze up slightly. Blood. His eyes widened at the realization. That damn dragon caught Piers with it’s claws! He sat up all the way and pulled the other man to him so he didn’t have to strain to hold himself up.

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             Don’t worry about him Grimsley –      At least, not yet! Ignore the fact that he’s barely keeping himself from falling right atop you. But damn does he look so damn PISSED!

 But his tone – His tone is calm and collected.

            “Zig-Zig, now!”

   And there goes Obstagoon, darting forward to go take care of the Dynamaxed Haxorous!

“Are YOU okay?!” He deflects the question, finally, far more concerned for the other than he is for himself!

This was insane. This entire mess was almost as bad as Team Plasma. Maybe just as bad actually. Those twins had caused so much terror and damage. These idiots were risking both the Pokemon and people’s lives by forcing them to Dynamax like this. At least the gym leaders were on top of keeping the huge Pokemon contained in the stadiums. This particular Pokemon was a violent one outside of the problem of Dynamax. The Haxorus swiped at the former Elite while Grimsley’s gaze was elsewhere. “NO!”

     “Now thas’ jus’ outright cheatin’ y’lil’fucker~”   Sticks his tongue out ! Wiggles that piercing menacingly at Grims!