Enperuto
Lurking Connoisseur
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- Seen Dec 21, 2008
This is an interesting one-shot.
I have to say, this was partially inspired by Deathspector's Don't Cry, Misty. I'm not sure if it's here, but I know it's at Pokemon Elite 2000 forums, and it has a similar storyline.
However, this involves a few darker things - murder, alcohol. It might be more than PG-13, in which case, I'm sorry.
Small beads hit the floor…
Drop…
Drop…
Shattered.
Much like my heart.
I walk to the kitchen. Grab a tissue. Try to dam them up. They keep coming.
Like a cancer, he returns. Gary stumbles in, alcohol on his breath. Like me… strung out: struggling to get over it.
No, I have to remind myself. Unlike me. He never knew her so well… never whiled away the hours entranced by her long orange-red locks. Never kissed for hours, so that time stood still, and then gone further…
And it was not my fault.
Gary could not say the same of himself. Regardless of the fact that the Global Police had said it was a wild one, I believe, I know, that his Alakazam was the one.
The blood was on his hands.
"You." My voice sounds broken. Torn apart.
That was the alcohol, and the miles of tears I had shed since December the first.
"Ash…" Gary began.
I give him no opportunity. "Get away from me!" I shout. Tearing around the kitchen table, I charge towards him like an enraged Tauros.
He pulls back, shaking his head. "It's not my fault, Ash. I didn't do it! Listen to me!"
"NO! YOU LISTEN TO ME!" I shouted back, roaring so loud that I couldn't speak. Minutes later, I was able to continue in a quiet rasp. "If it isn't your fault, then why are you the only one that had reason to kill her? And the only one that has an Alakazam!"
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
"The Alakazam wasn't mine!" Gary closes his eyes. His tears hit the floor.
Drop…
Drop…
Shattered.
Like the love I had. Now, she's gone. She's never coming back. Misty…
I turn back to the kitchen, going to the top right drawer – the one next to the fridge. I slide it open. My hands slide onto the object, bringing it up. I turn and face him. As I do, I catch a look at the digital calendar. Friday. Five days since. The day the engagement would have been official.
No more…
I looked at Gary, forefinger willing to pull the trigger. My eyes cut through him like a knife. Like a bullet.
"You're going to shoot me? Aren't you, Ashy boy?" He slurs. "In cold blood?"
I nod.
"Well then, what are you waiting for?"
I nod again. And then realize I'm shaking all over.
No doubts. No regrets.
I pull the trigger. And before the shot sounds, he falls. Blood rolls down his face and hits the floor.
Shattered.
Seconds later, the cold realization hits. My conscience returns.
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
I raise the pistol again.
I pull the trigger.
They say you never hear the bullet that kills you.
They say right.
I have to say, this was partially inspired by Deathspector's Don't Cry, Misty. I'm not sure if it's here, but I know it's at Pokemon Elite 2000 forums, and it has a similar storyline.
However, this involves a few darker things - murder, alcohol. It might be more than PG-13, in which case, I'm sorry.
+Ash's Tears+
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Small beads hit the floor…
Drop…
Drop…
Shattered.
Much like my heart.
I walk to the kitchen. Grab a tissue. Try to dam them up. They keep coming.
Like a cancer, he returns. Gary stumbles in, alcohol on his breath. Like me… strung out: struggling to get over it.
No, I have to remind myself. Unlike me. He never knew her so well… never whiled away the hours entranced by her long orange-red locks. Never kissed for hours, so that time stood still, and then gone further…
And it was not my fault.
Gary could not say the same of himself. Regardless of the fact that the Global Police had said it was a wild one, I believe, I know, that his Alakazam was the one.
The blood was on his hands.
"You." My voice sounds broken. Torn apart.
That was the alcohol, and the miles of tears I had shed since December the first.
"Ash…" Gary began.
I give him no opportunity. "Get away from me!" I shout. Tearing around the kitchen table, I charge towards him like an enraged Tauros.
He pulls back, shaking his head. "It's not my fault, Ash. I didn't do it! Listen to me!"
"NO! YOU LISTEN TO ME!" I shouted back, roaring so loud that I couldn't speak. Minutes later, I was able to continue in a quiet rasp. "If it isn't your fault, then why are you the only one that had reason to kill her? And the only one that has an Alakazam!"
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
"The Alakazam wasn't mine!" Gary closes his eyes. His tears hit the floor.
Drop…
Drop…
Shattered.
Like the love I had. Now, she's gone. She's never coming back. Misty…
I turn back to the kitchen, going to the top right drawer – the one next to the fridge. I slide it open. My hands slide onto the object, bringing it up. I turn and face him. As I do, I catch a look at the digital calendar. Friday. Five days since. The day the engagement would have been official.
No more…
I looked at Gary, forefinger willing to pull the trigger. My eyes cut through him like a knife. Like a bullet.
"You're going to shoot me? Aren't you, Ashy boy?" He slurs. "In cold blood?"
I nod.
"Well then, what are you waiting for?"
I nod again. And then realize I'm shaking all over.
No doubts. No regrets.
I pull the trigger. And before the shot sounds, he falls. Blood rolls down his face and hits the floor.
Shattered.
Seconds later, the cold realization hits. My conscience returns.
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
I raise the pistol again.
I pull the trigger.
They say you never hear the bullet that kills you.
They say right.
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