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I did a revision to my recent one-shot called Chains Of Fatality, which is now called Chained Fatality. I proofread it carefully twice, so if you still see mistakes, please point them out. Well, enjoy. Please vote, read, and review this story. I'd be flying with god dragons if you did. ^^
All because we lost a battle. We didn?t learn a new attack. We don?t move quick enough in battle. Our battles don?t hit the opposing Pok?mon. You might even eradicate us if we don?t evolve when you want us to. Sometimes, the case is caused by little things like this?we are forced to evolve for you. What if we don?t to? It doesn?t matter to us because we are trying to make you feel happy. But, even if we evolve, you still reject us. We aren?t the way you want us to be. You don?t even care about our feelings, because you think we don?t have any. Let?s place this in simple words; if we aren?t what you want us to be, then we suffer.
Why is that?
Pok?mon are treated as though we don?t qualify the levels of equality with humans. We can verbalize, we can saunter, we can devour foods, and we can even get sick. Like humans, we can catch fevers, we can get colds - all of your sicknesses are ours. But obviously, those comparisons aren?t ?good? enough for you. Even if we do have similarities, you still consider us as different.
You usually say, ?We are humans, you are Pok?mon. We are normal, you aren?t. Get used to it.?
What are we to do? Pok?mon want to qualify your levels, so we pushed ourselves even harder. We learn to speak your language. We try our best to walk on two legs if we have four. Some of us even try to wear clothing, get a piercing; things that humans do.
But, what is your likely response?
?We are humans, you are Pok?mon. We are normal, you aren?t. Stay in your place,? you yell.
So, what do you do now?
You can answer that question quite easily; you reject us. You sometimes abandon us. You leave us out in the wintry, astringent, vague world, just because we don?t meet your qualifications. We break our necks to act like you, but it doesn?t matter to you. In the outcome, we are still different. That?s actually what you think; take a look at the world and tell me what you see. We share many characteristics together and you know it. You see Pok?mon, you see humans. You see humans running, you see Pok?mon running. You see humans playing, you see Pok?mon playing.
What is the difference between the two of us?
However, I have one matter to discuss; there?s one characteristic in particular that you can?t argue with Pok?mon about at all. That is the defense of death. It?s in both humans and Pok?mon alike. In order to not reach the level of fatality, we must feel protected. If we feel threatened, we might reach the point of murderous actions. When you feel threatened enough, you will reach the fatality point.
You cannot deny this; I never did. I never had and I never will.
But what do you care? I am supposed to obey you anyways.
Besides, you thought, ?Like all Pok?mon, you?ll heal in a matter of seconds. Just return inside of a Pok?ball, and you?ll be all better!?
But like an intelligent human announced at one time - all heals on the outside, but will always be permanent on the inside.
I looked around from side to side, my environment perceptible to me. You and I were standing in Vinebush Forest. The dark emerald, pink-spotted thorn vines grew quite wildly here. The elongated trees protected us from the blazing orange sun, the shades keeping us rather cool. My dragon-shaped head moved around; I was trying to search for your human-shaped body. My long feet stepped upon the wet, fresh grass. The plant life began sweating several raindrops. Finally, I witnessed your human figure - you displayed an angry expression upon your face. Then I thought for a second; no Pok?mon lived here because someone would wind up dying.
So the questions were: Why were we here? Were you trying to kill me?
You stepped towards me, my entire body suddenly shaking in trepidation. I could tell I disappointed you again; was it from the previous battle? I tried to step back to avoid any hits from you, but I triggered yet another bad characteristic from within your mind. It was just in you?you had to express your feelings one way or another.
?Why are you moving? Did I order you to move?? you yelled.
I wanted to explain my feelings desperately, but you don?t understand our language. How was I supposed to express how I felt without speaking my own language? That was one difference between us; you spoke English and I spoke the Pok?mon language. I had no choice; I would have to speak my own language in order to speak upon what I was feeling.
?Fly, flyyy, gon gonn, fly, gonnnn,? I responded back.
I wanted to let you know how uncomfortable I felt as a Flygon. Even though that wasn?t what you weren?t talking about, I didn?t care. You needed to know how I felt now. And I meant now. But there were two conditions about that; you wouldn?t understand me and you wouldn?t care in the outcome. But, as usual, you brought
?Shut it with all of the whining, Flygon!? you demanded.
As always, I obeyed you. That was my procedure in life - to obey my master, no matter the situation. My entire body vibrated hurtfully as you balled your hands into a fist formation, each one formed perfectly. I released a very low sigh as you charged towards me. You then stopped dead in your tracks, only a few inches in front of my dragon-shaped body.
?What was that back there? You lost to a stupid Sealeo! I told you to use Flamethrower against her, but did you? Did you?!? you barked out.
?Flygon, gon, gon, flyyyy!? I answered back.
I wanted you to understand that I didn?t know how to use a Flamethrower attack. But, it wasn?t my responsibility to announce I was incapable of using that fire-type attack. It was yours. But did you care at that moment when you ordered that attack from me?
No, you did not.
If you did take a second and think about what you ordered me to do, you would have realized that I couldn?t learn Flamethrower useless specially taught to. Besides, I didn?t want to battle against that Sealeo. I would have been a disadvantage anyways, since dragon-types and ground-types are very weak against ice-type Pok?mon like Sealeo. I would have had about a ten percent chance of winning.
But I had to obey you.
It was my only choice.
Likewise, in the end, it?s what you go by. What you say matters, and if I don?t do it, even if I can?t, it is my fault.
I hesitated to speak; I could feel that something was about to happen. I predicted correctly - you then lost your temper and attacked me. Your hands punched my stomach repeatedly, pain erupting inside. My heart began to beat faster as your hits became harder. You kicked me in my stomach and legs while your hands smacked my face. My head jolted in a pattern of left and right. You were expressing your anger upon me. I dared not to attack you; I probably would have been dead. So as an obedient Pok?mon, I took the discipline. Although I felt highly upset about the situation, I wouldn?t attack you. Being as faithful as I have for all of this time, I wasn?t going to turn my back on you.
You pushed me down upon the damp grass. My body was set on the grass, blood leaking from my reopened small wounds. Many people thought of Flygon as tough-skinned, in which we are. But, you punched and kicked me all over, including where my healing scars were, reopening the injuries I obtained in a battle against a Piloswine. As the scarlet liquid dripped on the grass leisurely, I then realized I couldn?t take this anymore.
All of the pain, all of the stress, I couldn?t live another day like this.
As your darkened figure stood above me, I suddenly shot out a tongue of blazing teal flames. My strong Dragonbreath attack came in handy to defend myself. As the dragon attack blasted you in the air, you glanced in surprised, yet cringed in severe pain. This gave me enough time to get up. As I stood on my long feet, I glared at you with vicious eyes. All of these years you hurt me, you abused me. An intelligent Flygon, like myself, knew what was best. You invaded my space, you took me over the edge. Now it was time to return the favor. I couldn?t be your Pok?mon anymore. It was time for you to pay the price.
As your body descended towards the grass, I kicked your body towards the thorns that were apart of the wild-growing vines. You fell back into the vines, the thorns sticking you in the back and tearing through your stomach. Blood oozed out of your body, your white tee shirt now a scarlet shade. Blood dripped down your legs, your eyes glaring at me hauntingly. But I didn?t care what condition you were in now; I raced over towards you, wrapped the vines around your neck, and commenced my killing procedures.
Your looks weren?t going to stop me from killing you.
I could just burn out your eyes so you couldn?t glare at me. You were stuck in the neck by the thorns, blood spilling out. I pulled the thorns tightly, the grip becoming stronger. Your neck burst into a heated pink tone, disabling you from breathing properly. I listened as you took your last words.
?Why, Flygon? Why??
After those words, you simply died.
You lost your breath and failed to breathe successfully. I threw you on the grass, a taste of happiness dancing on my tongue. Then I realized the myth about Vinebush Forest was actually true; someone would always die. But in the end, you had it coming. I didn?t care where we were; if the same events happened before, you would have been dead in the outcome. You should have thought about how I felt before abusing me, because it came back around. I quivered my wings with high alacrity as I took off into the sky, leaving your body to be drained from blood.
We are used for battling material only, not to show us our true power that we need to unlock from within. You treat us like we aren?t equals, but we are. Just like you, we want to be happy. We want to fulfill goals. We want to be respected. All we are asking is to be treated with respect.
To be loved by you.
To be friends with you.
But if you make us feel unwanted, this is what it costs. A pure fatality. And there?s another thing in common between us; you humans and us Pok?mon die the same way, don?t we? You might as well call it a chained fatality.
That is definitely what it is.
Chained Fatality
We were made to obey you. The obedient matters flows through our body. It is fused within our blood. The characteristic is fixed inside of our minds. We obey you because in return, we hope to get affection. We hope to obtain independence. We even hope to earn your loyalty, love, and trust. But, there are consequences as the road to our predicted fate is ambled by us Pok?mon. We are pushed, we are yelled at, we are sometimes murdered. All because we lost a battle. We didn?t learn a new attack. We don?t move quick enough in battle. Our battles don?t hit the opposing Pok?mon. You might even eradicate us if we don?t evolve when you want us to. Sometimes, the case is caused by little things like this?we are forced to evolve for you. What if we don?t to? It doesn?t matter to us because we are trying to make you feel happy. But, even if we evolve, you still reject us. We aren?t the way you want us to be. You don?t even care about our feelings, because you think we don?t have any. Let?s place this in simple words; if we aren?t what you want us to be, then we suffer.
Why is that?
Pok?mon are treated as though we don?t qualify the levels of equality with humans. We can verbalize, we can saunter, we can devour foods, and we can even get sick. Like humans, we can catch fevers, we can get colds - all of your sicknesses are ours. But obviously, those comparisons aren?t ?good? enough for you. Even if we do have similarities, you still consider us as different.
You usually say, ?We are humans, you are Pok?mon. We are normal, you aren?t. Get used to it.?
What are we to do? Pok?mon want to qualify your levels, so we pushed ourselves even harder. We learn to speak your language. We try our best to walk on two legs if we have four. Some of us even try to wear clothing, get a piercing; things that humans do.
But, what is your likely response?
?We are humans, you are Pok?mon. We are normal, you aren?t. Stay in your place,? you yell.
So, what do you do now?
You can answer that question quite easily; you reject us. You sometimes abandon us. You leave us out in the wintry, astringent, vague world, just because we don?t meet your qualifications. We break our necks to act like you, but it doesn?t matter to you. In the outcome, we are still different. That?s actually what you think; take a look at the world and tell me what you see. We share many characteristics together and you know it. You see Pok?mon, you see humans. You see humans running, you see Pok?mon running. You see humans playing, you see Pok?mon playing.
What is the difference between the two of us?
However, I have one matter to discuss; there?s one characteristic in particular that you can?t argue with Pok?mon about at all. That is the defense of death. It?s in both humans and Pok?mon alike. In order to not reach the level of fatality, we must feel protected. If we feel threatened, we might reach the point of murderous actions. When you feel threatened enough, you will reach the fatality point.
You cannot deny this; I never did. I never had and I never will.
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As I was released from my respective Pok?ball, I gradually flapped my advanced, stronger wings. I had successfully reached the point of evolution just for you; I went from a content Vibrava to a disheartened Flygon. I didn?t want to change, but you forced me - by making me battle several times a day, I gained enough experience to complete my evolution chain. All of the burns I took, all the scars I took. Just for you. But what do you care? I am supposed to obey you anyways.
Besides, you thought, ?Like all Pok?mon, you?ll heal in a matter of seconds. Just return inside of a Pok?ball, and you?ll be all better!?
But like an intelligent human announced at one time - all heals on the outside, but will always be permanent on the inside.
I looked around from side to side, my environment perceptible to me. You and I were standing in Vinebush Forest. The dark emerald, pink-spotted thorn vines grew quite wildly here. The elongated trees protected us from the blazing orange sun, the shades keeping us rather cool. My dragon-shaped head moved around; I was trying to search for your human-shaped body. My long feet stepped upon the wet, fresh grass. The plant life began sweating several raindrops. Finally, I witnessed your human figure - you displayed an angry expression upon your face. Then I thought for a second; no Pok?mon lived here because someone would wind up dying.
So the questions were: Why were we here? Were you trying to kill me?
You stepped towards me, my entire body suddenly shaking in trepidation. I could tell I disappointed you again; was it from the previous battle? I tried to step back to avoid any hits from you, but I triggered yet another bad characteristic from within your mind. It was just in you?you had to express your feelings one way or another.
?Why are you moving? Did I order you to move?? you yelled.
I wanted to explain my feelings desperately, but you don?t understand our language. How was I supposed to express how I felt without speaking my own language? That was one difference between us; you spoke English and I spoke the Pok?mon language. I had no choice; I would have to speak my own language in order to speak upon what I was feeling.
?Fly, flyyy, gon gonn, fly, gonnnn,? I responded back.
I wanted to let you know how uncomfortable I felt as a Flygon. Even though that wasn?t what you weren?t talking about, I didn?t care. You needed to know how I felt now. And I meant now. But there were two conditions about that; you wouldn?t understand me and you wouldn?t care in the outcome. But, as usual, you brought
?Shut it with all of the whining, Flygon!? you demanded.
As always, I obeyed you. That was my procedure in life - to obey my master, no matter the situation. My entire body vibrated hurtfully as you balled your hands into a fist formation, each one formed perfectly. I released a very low sigh as you charged towards me. You then stopped dead in your tracks, only a few inches in front of my dragon-shaped body.
?What was that back there? You lost to a stupid Sealeo! I told you to use Flamethrower against her, but did you? Did you?!? you barked out.
?Flygon, gon, gon, flyyyy!? I answered back.
I wanted you to understand that I didn?t know how to use a Flamethrower attack. But, it wasn?t my responsibility to announce I was incapable of using that fire-type attack. It was yours. But did you care at that moment when you ordered that attack from me?
No, you did not.
If you did take a second and think about what you ordered me to do, you would have realized that I couldn?t learn Flamethrower useless specially taught to. Besides, I didn?t want to battle against that Sealeo. I would have been a disadvantage anyways, since dragon-types and ground-types are very weak against ice-type Pok?mon like Sealeo. I would have had about a ten percent chance of winning.
But I had to obey you.
It was my only choice.
Likewise, in the end, it?s what you go by. What you say matters, and if I don?t do it, even if I can?t, it is my fault.
I hesitated to speak; I could feel that something was about to happen. I predicted correctly - you then lost your temper and attacked me. Your hands punched my stomach repeatedly, pain erupting inside. My heart began to beat faster as your hits became harder. You kicked me in my stomach and legs while your hands smacked my face. My head jolted in a pattern of left and right. You were expressing your anger upon me. I dared not to attack you; I probably would have been dead. So as an obedient Pok?mon, I took the discipline. Although I felt highly upset about the situation, I wouldn?t attack you. Being as faithful as I have for all of this time, I wasn?t going to turn my back on you.
You pushed me down upon the damp grass. My body was set on the grass, blood leaking from my reopened small wounds. Many people thought of Flygon as tough-skinned, in which we are. But, you punched and kicked me all over, including where my healing scars were, reopening the injuries I obtained in a battle against a Piloswine. As the scarlet liquid dripped on the grass leisurely, I then realized I couldn?t take this anymore.
All of the pain, all of the stress, I couldn?t live another day like this.
As your darkened figure stood above me, I suddenly shot out a tongue of blazing teal flames. My strong Dragonbreath attack came in handy to defend myself. As the dragon attack blasted you in the air, you glanced in surprised, yet cringed in severe pain. This gave me enough time to get up. As I stood on my long feet, I glared at you with vicious eyes. All of these years you hurt me, you abused me. An intelligent Flygon, like myself, knew what was best. You invaded my space, you took me over the edge. Now it was time to return the favor. I couldn?t be your Pok?mon anymore. It was time for you to pay the price.
As your body descended towards the grass, I kicked your body towards the thorns that were apart of the wild-growing vines. You fell back into the vines, the thorns sticking you in the back and tearing through your stomach. Blood oozed out of your body, your white tee shirt now a scarlet shade. Blood dripped down your legs, your eyes glaring at me hauntingly. But I didn?t care what condition you were in now; I raced over towards you, wrapped the vines around your neck, and commenced my killing procedures.
Your looks weren?t going to stop me from killing you.
I could just burn out your eyes so you couldn?t glare at me. You were stuck in the neck by the thorns, blood spilling out. I pulled the thorns tightly, the grip becoming stronger. Your neck burst into a heated pink tone, disabling you from breathing properly. I listened as you took your last words.
?Why, Flygon? Why??
After those words, you simply died.
You lost your breath and failed to breathe successfully. I threw you on the grass, a taste of happiness dancing on my tongue. Then I realized the myth about Vinebush Forest was actually true; someone would always die. But in the end, you had it coming. I didn?t care where we were; if the same events happened before, you would have been dead in the outcome. You should have thought about how I felt before abusing me, because it came back around. I quivered my wings with high alacrity as I took off into the sky, leaving your body to be drained from blood.
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Humans can die, we can die. Pok?mon want to be treated with respect, but you don?t give us respect. You show us the world of hate, death, and violence. Why must we obey you when you treat us badly? We know that still being obedient will show how much we care for you. But you use us for personal reasons; for refinement, human-type respect, and popularity. We are used for battling material only, not to show us our true power that we need to unlock from within. You treat us like we aren?t equals, but we are. Just like you, we want to be happy. We want to fulfill goals. We want to be respected. All we are asking is to be treated with respect.
To be loved by you.
To be friends with you.
But if you make us feel unwanted, this is what it costs. A pure fatality. And there?s another thing in common between us; you humans and us Pok?mon die the same way, don?t we? You might as well call it a chained fatality.
That is definitely what it is.