Charlus felt like he was in a movie, a boring movie he couldn't bother watching without forwarding every damn second.
That's how life was to him in the past few days, or maybe hours, he didn't know how long he'd been stuck in the bad movie.
The movie rushed for most of its timeline but stopped every now and then for a second or two to catch him up on what was going on.
It rushed faster than light speed at the start, all he felt was excruciating pain. The pain stopped when the movie paused and Charlus found himself face to face with a set of cerulean blue eyes and the darkest hair he'd ever seen.
"Charlus!" The figure said, worried.
His thought was Grace, but the voice was masculine.
"He's not dead is he?" The second voice didn't sound worried.
In front of flashed a head full of lush brown hair and a pair of dark viridian eyes.
"Come on old man," said the second man, "don't die on me, dad."
The movie rushed forwards once again, Charlus felt the pain once again. A terrible pain in his chest which had a certain warmth to it, his mouth dribbling wet with warm blood. The surface beneath him was rocking and him, with it.
When it stopped, oh did he see everything.
"Take over!" Said a feminine voice, "Gary! Let me do it!"
The one named Gary seemed to be reluctant but agreed. The female rushed to his side, a mop of dirty blonde came in his view along with a head full of jet black with the most honest pair of cinnamon eyes he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing.
"James..." it was the first word he'd said.
The blonde exchanged worried glances with James. Her soft hands were placed under his head, he had a feeling she was the bridge holding him together, preventing him from hurling himself over the cliff called death.
"It's alright, Charlie Blue," James sounded hesitated, "you're going to be alright."
But Charlie Blue knew he wasn't going to be alright when his body started to shake and his vision started to disappear into the darkness.
"How long?!" Screamed James.
"We won't reach in time!" Cried the female.
"There isn't much fuel!" Said the brunet, "Alain, what do we do?!"
The man hesitated for a moment before saying, "I know a place."
When Charlus opened his eyes, he found himself under an unfamiliar territory. The roof above was dark wooden or just dark brown, his eyesight was still weak and his brain felt funny, Charlus had no idea what was going on.
The excruciating pain had minimised to a bearable level, the one Charlus was used to handle. He stirred in his very soft bed, the cotton sheets and the warm woollen blanket kept him so warm he wished to die, just so he could die that comfortable.
However, when he turned sideways, Charlus found himself face to face with a girl with dark jet hair and cerulean blue eyes. She was staring at him with the most peculiar expression, her elbows were propped against the edge of the bed and on her head sat an eevee, as puzzled as she was.
What intrigued Charlus was the familiar look she bore, the striking resemblance with another jet haired woman in his life.
"Um, hello."
She narrowed her eyes on him with suspicion.
"Who... who are you?"
She stared at him without blinking, just like her eevee.
"Where am I?"
The girl finally blinked, she took a deep breath and said, "You dye you hair, don't you?"
Charlus frowned, "What?"
"Your hair, it was brown when you first came and now it's... well, it looks atrocious."
The brunet was taken aback, he desperately searched for a mirror but the room didn't have any.
"Here," the girl took out a small pocket mirror, "have a look yourself."
Charlus snatched the mirror from the little girl with a little force, his heart thumped as he took look at himself in the mirror. But much to his amazement, his hair looked finally... normal. Every since he'd started dyeing, there was a fakey element present. It was not at all atrocious, if anything, it was perfect.
The brunet looked at the little girl with bewilderment, only one person had dared to make fun of his hair even when they were perfect.
That person was lying in a hospital bed.
"What is you name girl?"
"Alice Grace," said a familiar voice.
Charlus turned towards the source and found Alain leaning towards the door, a big smile spread on his face.
"Dad!" The little girl ran towards Alain, her eevee tailing behind her.
Alain laughed in amazement as he picked up the little bundle of lying shit, she clearly wasn't 'joy' because if she was, she would've managed to notice the awesomeness that was his hair.
"Go on, mommy is waiting for you!" He patted her on the back and send her running.
Alain smiled until her footsteps faded into silence, however the little smile died down as he face Charlus. A sigh escaped his face as he sat down next to the injured brunet.
"Alice Grace" Charlus thought, "Gralice... you named her after Grace?"
"Of course," he said, "they're both alike after all."
"That they are..." Charlus took a deep breath, "where am I and what is... going on?"
"You're in the Chewa Island, Kalos."
"Chewa?"
Alain nodded, "It isn't on any map... my family and our Pokemon are it's only inhabitants."
The brunet couldn't help but frown, "Family?"
"My wife and my... daughter," a big smile broke on his face, "you were too injured to be brought back to Haldfest so I... brought you here."
Charlus leaned backwards and gazed out of the window, lush stretches of grass covered the entire island. He spotted several Pokemon, grazing, playing and enjoying life under the sun.
"How long have you lived here?"
"That's for some other time," he dodged the question, "don't you have any question regarding your... past or health?"
Charlus looked down, his body was covered in bandages that ran across from his chest. His leg and arm were wrapped in a cast covered in what could only be assumed as a child's drawing of an eevee.
"What type of medication did you use?" He asked, "I fell quite... normal."
"The same one the Chamber uses," he smiled, "except I developed my own for... you know, if it ever comes in handy."
Charlus nodded, there was no certainly in their field. He'd learned it the hard way when he walked up to the Raider Manor and saw James dead on the ground.
"One more question," said Charlus, "what happened to Spencer?"
Alain looked down with embarrassment, he sympathetically put his arm around Charlie's cast and said. "I think you better come out."