It was almost funny; but of course, in all reality it wasn’t. Not by a long shot.
But she was surprised, at the very least, to realize that it was happening at long last.
The elevator continued dropping in silence; for a moment, she could not breathe for the fear suffocating her; but as his hand rested on her shoulder she regained her breath.
It had been quite the pleasant surprise when his voice had suddenly called her name out; and then he had appeared, rushing towards her, telling her how he wanted to protect his friends, telling her she was not alone.
And she truly was not. After all, he was here in the elevator with her, was he not?
She so desperately wanted to take his hand in hers, for the comfort it would give her; but knowing it surely was not an appropriate gesture under these conditions, she turned away, permitting herself a shy smile.
No matter what happened down in the headquarters of Team Flare, Calem would be by her side.
As the electronic doors opened with the softest of clicks, she guided him out; almost retreating back into the safety of the machine that had carried them down into the ground when she realized just how many were awaiting them.
The man who stood in the very midst of all the scientists spread his arms, as if welcoming two old friends into his home—well, of course, he might have lived in the headquarters. Who knew?
“Welcome, [y/n]. And [y/n]’s friend, who must be Calem, if I am correct?”
Her heart lurched forwards. How had he known—?
Ah, of course. It must have been because his minions had been spying on Holo Casters all over the world.
“Ah, [y/n]. I apologize for the fact that though you chose correctly in the lab, the lovely flower of the ultimate weapon has bloomed above the soil.” He smiled cynically.
“Ultimate weapon—? We won’t let you use it!” Calem’s retort elicited many gasps from the watching scientists. With a single glare from Lysandre, they fell silent and went back to their business.
“Resources, space, and energy on this planet are limited, as you know. The total population of humans and Pokémon on this earth have increased to an unsustainable level.” He eyed the two. “Whether it be money or energy, the thieves, in the end, are the winners.”
“That doesn’t allow you to destroy everyone except for whomever Team Flare chooses!”
With a victorious grin, Lysandre slowly made his way down the stairs that separated he and them. “What about the Mega Ring? Did the two of you share that?”
Instinctively reaching out towards the boy, she grasped his wrist; the wrist on which she wished hung a Mega Ring. One identical to hers.
Calem’s eyes flashed with humiliation as he averted his gaze; instead shifting his focus to the girl beside him. “…we competed to see who would get it…!”
But before he could complete his thought, the red-haired man went on with his speaking. “When there is but one of something, it cannot be shared. Whatever cannot be shared will be fought over.” At this, Calem flinched; [y/n] pulled him closer, wanting to do nothing but comfort him.
“When it is fought over, the defeated will have to survive without it,” Lysandre droned on. “The only way to create a world of beauty, one with conflict nor theft, is to reduce the number of living things.
“Now. You wish to stop the ultimate weapon. I refuse to let you do so.”
Knowing what was about to happen, [y/n] pushed Calem behind her.
“So…let me keep you busy for a while.”
Gracefully saluting one another, they sent out their first Pokémon.
She stood, shocked, confused.
Lysandre stood in front of her, smiling in a serene manner. Had he appeared from nowhere? She could not fathom his sudden appearance. As soon as the scientists vanished, he had materialized.
He raised a hand, almost as if in greeting, but she knew it was not so. It was an invitation, if you will, though she was more than surprised at the fact that he was still trying to get her.
For a heartbeat, she almost wondered if perhaps it was because he fancied her, but quickly dismissed the thought. What a queer idea that was.
“Are you still up for it?” His lips tipped in a sardonic smile. Of course. He knew. He had seen what had just happened. And of course, she knew that Team Flare had been spying on all the messages sent and received from all Holo Casters—and as she was [y/n], the girl who had been the largest threat to the success of their plan, all she she had been done with her Holo Caster had been noticed. Her face grew hot at that; that meant Lysandre knew that she had been viewing and listening to Calem’s missives nonstop.
She pressed her own lips together, attempting to force down the hot, infuriated emotions that were locked together in a tumultuous battle in her stomach. “Up for what?”
At the moment, an act of pretense was all she had left. She need to buy more time; time that hopefully would allow Calem and Shauna to get back into this room.
“Up for joining.”
He strolled towards her in a casual manner, as if he was not about to destroy the entire world of Pokémon. His red mane of hair seemed to lionize his face, and those piercing, unfeeling blue orbs of light that glistened in his eye sockets only seemed to make him all the more terrifying.
“What do you mean?”
His countenance showed hints of impatience, but she knew he would not lose his temper with her. After all, if he managed to coerce her into joining, she would be quite the great asset—in destroying her friends and all the rest of this universe.
“You or the world. Choose. Now.” His smile seemed to mock her. “But before you speak, remember that boy. He left you, knowing that nearly a dozen other scientists with perfectly healthy Pokémon were about to attack you. He said that he had to protect the other girl. From what? Two women who are very unfit for running, in those costumes? And even if they did manage to catch up to her, she surely would have been good enough to knock either out, right?”
His words, though soft and seemingly harmless, sliced through her heart; a Bisharp’s honed blades mercilessly ripping through new and fragile blades of grass. The more he spoke, the more she edged towards him; and of course he noticed.
“Do you still there is a chance of him loving you?”
Ah, there it was. His ultimate bomb. She flinched, hastening forwards and intertwining her fingers with his.
“I choose the former.”
Triumph sparkled in his eyes at those four words; for ah, they meant the end of all the trouble for Team Flare, for he knew that no other Trainer in Kalos would be able to defeat he nor the scientists, and all the other champions in other regions were, of course, too far away to make it in time to stop the ultimate weapon.
She was his at last.
The event flashed through her mind as the great beast of destruction rotated slowly above her, its vast wings spread out, its black feathers brushing the very edges of its room.
She faced him; he, whom she had chosen against. He, whom she loved so desperately. He, whom she was absolutely convinced held no love for her.
Calem’s pale grey eyes were pitiful; his face showed all his thoughts and all his feelings.
How betrayed he must feel! How hurt, how terrified at the idea that his neighbor (oh, yes, neighbor, as you always called me, instead of condescending to speak my name, Calem, she thought with a wry twist of her lips) had become the leader of the very team they had fought so long and hard against!
His lips moved to form her name; but before she could bear to hear him speak, she spread her arms to mimic the way Yveltal now spread its wings.
It raised one terrifically colossal wing, striking the ground before the boy; who, obviously terrified at the idea that a girl whom he thought he had known would command the Pokémon of all ends to destroy him, scrambled backwards as a sword of darkness slashed through his jacket. Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds, just before Yveltal attempted to strike again.
Yet this time, there would be an interference. Some undefeated energy source had erupted forth; power surged through the room, a terrible shock rippling through the floor. Glancing back, [y/n] was instantly greeted by the sight of that apparently dead tree that had been sitting so serenely in the middle of the chamber erupting into life.
A rack of glowing golden antlers burst into an array of wondrous colors; blue fur shone brilliantly underneath a chandelier that glowed with the hues of life itself. Her jaw dropping, [y/n] could do nothing but back up as the great deer leaped across the room, driving its horns into the bird-like Yveltal. Rumbling was heard from all over; a most dreadful sound to be heard. Perhaps it could be described as the crumbling of the earth as an earthquake shakes it apart.
Xerneas and Yveltal now clashed violently against one another; Dark against Fairy (a terrible matchup, she knew, but the sheer power of either were enough to conquer the other), wings of oblivion against a sparkling Geomancy.
Rage conquered her heart; allowing a furious string of commands to erupt forth from her mouth, the girl threw her hand forward, casting a Poké Ball; another team member to help the Yveltal in its battle.
Lysandre had allowed her to select any Pokémon she wished anytime, anywhere; she needed to do naught but call out the name of it, and it would appear. It was, no doubt, thanks to the superior technology of Team Flare that she was able to do this, but it was also thanks to the scientists who had stolen all the Poké Balls from the factory back in Laverre City, and to the grunts who had run out and caught every specimen of Pokémon that existed.
The pretty green-colored creature leapt forward in a sort of dance, its viridescent cape fluttering out from behind it as a wave of purple energy burst forward from the lovely roses that were what, apparently, Roserade used as hands.
Xerneas recoiled as it collapsed to the ground, severely weakened by such an attack; its eyes focusing on [y/n] for a moment, it seemed to beg for mercy. Yet the girl merely stood by, playing passerby, watching as dust arose from every corner, the scent of flowers and pain and battle wafting into the arm and penetrating her nostrils.
She knew the fighting was soon to stop; evidently, the Pokémon of life was losing in its valiant venture in trying to protect the poor boy who lurked behind it, wanting to help but not knowing how to.
It was a wild, engaging scene; two beasts relentlessly attacking their opponent. Feathers flashed, petals danced, poisonous matter flew about, landing her and there as the poor deer tried to flee, its fur matted and its antlers glowing weakly. Yet Yveltal slammed its body into Xerneas’s; crushing it against the wall as a sickening crunch echoed through the room.
Calem made a movement towards the duo of legendary Pokémon, then stopped as a Bisharp apparently materialized from thin air, holding its finely whetted arms to his throat. Staring up at [y/n]’s emotionless face, he could not help but wonder what had happened to her as the room crumbled, disintegrating into pebbles, rocks, stones—
He could not see.
He could not see…!
He could hear someone sobbing as something was lifted from his chest, crying out his name in desperation.
Now that she knew it was over—for of course the trio of friends who were left could not even stand up to a single strike from the Yveltal who had aided her in destroying this broken boy who lay underneath her in a bed of crushed stone—she could feel a terrible pain searing her chest; oh, how it burned! Perhaps it was the very fire of hell itself, come to consume her soul; and how much she deserved to burn!
She clutched the boy’s frame to her one, sharp gasps and sobs bursting from her mouth, folding his arms across his chest, pressing her forehead to his chest as she hoped desperately to hear a heartbeat, watching as tears spilled from her eyes and dripped onto his lacerated clothes and skin, washing her cheeks with shame. How could she have chosen herself over the world…and her friends?
She bitterly cursed her foolish self; cursed Lysandre for making her think Calem had been a callous and cruel sort of person.
He was not that sort of individual at all!
“[y/n]” came a soft voice; a voice in the wind?
She clung to Calem’s barely alive body, while hastily turning her head from side to side, searching for the source of the sound.
Furrowing her brows, she slowly lowered her gaze; nearly letting him go as she realized his eyes were open.
“I’m so sorry—!”
“‘sokay, neighbor,” he breathed as she keened softly, bending forward as tears poured from her eyes. “I forgive you, [y/n]. It was…my fault, and I know it. Don’t blame yourself…when I go.” He wheezed softly, slowly lifting a hand to her cheek.
She could not generate a response to that. After all, it had been he who had been on her mind when she had made her decision to join Lysandre in his idiotic quest for a utopian society.
“We’ll die together, at least.”
Her answer had been formulated in the insane half of her mind, she knew; but at the moment, she was too overwhelmed with grief and shame to allow her sane part to think.
“I can’t live with this. Without you.”
She gazed into his eyes, willing him to understand.
With a tiny smile, he closed his eyes and pulled her down, next to him, his only response to her question a fatigued nod.
As their arms simultaneously went around the other’s waist, she called out a final command.
“Yveltal, Oblivion Wing!”
They found their bodies after hours of searching; with a wail, Shauna had flung herself in front of the two entwined corpses, sobbing that it had been her fault; she had allowed Calem to follow her, even though she knew how much [y/n] had been relying on him being by her side.
After many long weeks of reasoning, they managed to ease Shauna away from blaming herself, and found out just how the weapon had been buried for so long without any realization. They had even recovered the other remains of the rest of Team Flare’s members.
But they told us that there was one thing they couldn’t understand. What was that, you ask?
Well, if I recall correctly, it was that sweet [y/n] and handsome Calem were found, buried under a layer of rocks with untroubled smiles upon their faces.