Koinonayami
Prologue
Drak felt uneasy as night fell, which was odd for him. Usually, he
enjoyed the darkness. He had lived in it most of his life, dwelling in
an Unknown Dungeon with Mewtwo...his friend. His only parental figure.
It was hard to think of him owning his friend. It bothered him greatly.
But that wasn't what was bothering him now. He couldn't place what bothered
him as he stared out the window, his messy black hair falling in front
of his eyes. Drak was un-used to the common civilities of Society, having
been in it for the grand total of 4 or 5 months. He was used to living
with Mewtwo, free and un-knowing of all the responsibilities of the modern
world. For instance, with Ella E...
Drak sighed as he stared. Even the constant problem of Ella E was not
what bothered him...not the feeling that he got as he watched the others
contend for her affection daily while Drak could only stumble around,
imitating their social graces. Colt had more manners then he did, and
had a better sense of tact. But this feeling of inferiority wasn't what
was bothering him either. It was a feeling of dread...of foreboding,
as he looked out into the deepening night.
His mind flashed to what had haunted his nightmares ever since the horror
had stopped...the horrible things he had experienced underground...in
the paws of something that was utterly evil...experiencing it's feelings
and thoughts as if he were it. He shivered, but knew that the feeling
of fear wasn't this feeling either. This feeling seemed like it was
waiting for him...something was stalking him. He wasn't sure what or
why, but he could feel it in his bones that something was coming for
him or Ella E or his friends, and he didn't know if he could stop it
or not.
Having identified what bothered him, he felt better. It didn't lighten
the dread, but knowing why it was there helped ease it. He looked and
watched a bright moon rise in the sky. He watched as it's light sent
some of the shadows fleeing. He didn't understand why it made him feel
better. Drak usually enjoyed the darkness, the feeling that everything
was alone for a moment.
"Why are you awake?" he heard the voice of his Mewtwo speak in his head.
He jerked his gaze away, looking around. He didn't see it near, meaning
that Mewtwo must be somewhere else in the house. He didn't know where,
but he was sure if he tried he could find out. He knew that Mewtwo would
be okay if he was, so he wasn't very worried. Drak yawned and looked out
the window one last time. He wished he could shake this feeling.
He stood on his feet, roughly clothed with some brown slippers. He limped
to the door, his right foot refusing to respond. Ever since that battle
in the deep caverns, when Max had thrown the knife viciously at his
Mewtwo, burying itself hilt-deep into the Mewtwo's leg, Drak had had
a very obvious limp. For a while afterwards, he and his Mewtwo couldn't
even walk, but slowly feeling came back, and the two got their rudimentary
walking skills. Now, Drak's right leg barely moved, and his limp was
painfully evident. It cause Drak a small amount of embarrassment, but
he knew the others had their scars as well, and his was small compared
to some. Emotionally.
He let his foot drag and noticed the slipper sliding off. He shrugged
and left it on the floor. He knew their were bigger things to worry about.
He only wished he knew what they were...
