Hex Maniac and The Escape of the Loneliness

Hex Maniac and The Escape of the Loneliness
Nicolás G. Mercado

   Tammy always suffered the bad gazes, murmurs, and painful comments from the people of the zone. The discrimination to the Hex Maniacs was normal, but she never cared about that. Many people through that she was an evil witch, but that was not true because most Hex Maniacs were good witches. And she was not the exception.
   This witch could sell enough of her products to buy pokeballs as she did many times in the past. It was difficult: there was no problem with take the milk of the Miltanks of her mother, but she suffered of the evasion of many people. Why people were so ignorant? Not only for be very low informed about Hex Maniacs, for see them in a bad way because they were alone all the time too. What a irony to think that, because they and their discrimination are the reason why those witches are always alone.
   Her objective was clear when she bought the pokeballs. To the cemetery she went to catch something. The dark and scary thematic of the place was perfect with her, because Tammy’s aura was mysteriously tenebrous and warm at the same time. Her hair, wavy and purple, made most of the work. Was thanks to the witchery that her hair was always beautiful and perfect although she never wash it?
   Her pupils, which were like storms that calm no take, didn’t were enough fast to catch some of all the Duskulls she saw, and the bad luck was imposing when she lost the only Shuppet that she found. After lost a Gengar and a Litwick, she decided to return to her house with a face full of desolation. She was going to try it again; it was not the first time that she went to the cemetery to fail terribly. But every time she had less and less hope.
   Out the cemetery, she takes consciousness of the time when she saw the night. Black was the sky and cold the ambient, like Tammy’s spirit when she was about went to her house to see to her mother at the eyes with empty hands.
   When she was distracted, she saw ten meters away from her a strange creature running to her with speed velocity. She through that it was a Pikachu, but no, it was a disguised Pokémon. It began to make variety of pirouettes in front of her. Tammy ignored it, she always hated pikachus: “So much fame, and so useless” she through. The Pokémon, that the melancholic girl discovery lately that it was a Mimikyu, ran to a dead tree to cry inconsolably.
   The witch recognized that cry. She lived and saw it. From other witches like her, and from herself when she saw a mirror.
   She decided to take the false Pikachu, snuggle and petting it. This creature, with loneliness and sadness, was disguised as that electric Pokémon because it always wanted attention. Tammy knew it, because she studied mimikyus before, but never experimented with one.
   “Stop crying” she whispers to the creature. “I knew what is being alone, without friends. I have my mother at least, but you even don’t have that. But don’t worry, because you are going to be my friend now”.
   Between dead trees, the Hex Maniac disappears in the fog going to her home, with a friend this time, not like always was before, which the loneliness was her only friend.