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Birth of the Reaper| The Chosen Soul
Harvest | An Empty Graveyard
Author's note: this is a short-story, and very graphic. If you do not like graphic fics, you're advised not to read. I do not own Pokemon.
This story is about a boy.
SLAM!
A dark canine body was thrown into a half-broken wall, blood spatter spraying across the ancient marble floors like raindrops.
Inside the abandoned Snowpoint temple, nine Pokemon gathered still, observing the brutal fight with dried and mildly amused apathy. Judgment had been passed on this Pokemon, and the trial was taking place. The surrounding Pokemon were the grandmasters of the region, the architects of life and death in this early version of Sinnoh.
The dark canine had forfeited his right to bear that title anymore.
Another snarl of agony was heard as the wolf's shoulder fur was ripped clean in three cuts, revealing exposed red flesh that oozed out blood. In only mild pain, the stricken Mightyena snapped his jaws and delivered a hard blow of his own, sinking his inch-thick teeth into his opponent's collar bone, hoping to strike a vein.
The attack wasn't as effective as desired, and his opponent took the close-quarters advantage and delivered an obliterating Mega Punch to the Mightyena's stomach that completely knocked the wind out of it. He was then sent flying over the make-shift arena, and landed in a pile of rubble, dazed and weakened terribly.
It didn't take a genius to figure out the Mightyena was going to lose. The penalty for which, was death.
At the last second, as his opponent was advancing to finish the beaten Pokemon off, the Mightyena started to hum a song. It was a low song at first, almost a hum. It began crescendoing louder, and louder, and only until his opponent got half-way close did it realize what it was with a grave weight.
Perish Song.
Wild with rage at such a dirty tactic, his opponent charged madly with his claws outstretched, determined to finish the banished canine off before the song's effect took place. The Mightyena stopped singing calmly, and didn't even bother to stand.
Within moments, the song fully wrapped its embrace around his opponent's mind, making it see double, then triple, until finally, nothing. His attacker fell short to the ground at the Mightyena's feet, unconscious.
Angered by the upset and turn of events, the surrounding nine Pokemon raised their voices in terrible cries and caterwaul of protest. Some leapt out of their spots and advanced toward him menacingly.
The banished Mightyena grinned feverishly through his pain, and used a smokescreen to illustrate his escape. Limping out the temple's exit a short while later, the Mightyena caught sight of something red, and turned his gaze to a pile of snow on his left.
The body of a boy lying face-down in the snow greeted his gaze. There was no blood, and there was no damage to the boy, or any indicator of a cause of death. It was just there, like someone had dropped him.
The Mightyena gazed back up to the temple, and estimated he had a good solid five minutes until the other Pokemon found their way out of the temple smoke-maze and chased him in pursuit. An evil plan formed in his head, and he scooped the body up with what energy he could spare, and trotted off into the forest.
Those nine Pokemon had not seen the last of him yet.
Harvest | An Empty Graveyard
Author's note: this is a short-story, and very graphic. If you do not like graphic fics, you're advised not to read. I do not own Pokemon.
Forward - Post Mortem
This story is about a boy.
No, no, my dearest child, not just any ordinary boy. This boy was very special. He had grown up poor in the rough town of Sandgem, Sinnoh, where he mined for gold as a living to feed himself and his frail mother.
I remember very well he was also a very stout little thing, short and scrawny, but reliable to do my bidding. His mother was very weak and her existence was pointless, although keeping her alive and threatening her with death was the only way I could get the boy to do anything.
And he was weak-minded, best of all. Out of all the servants I'd had, at least some showed some vigor and spirit, defiance and writhing anger when doing my dirty work.
This boy, oh no. There was none. I'd broken him thoroughly beforehand.
Why am I writing about this boy, you ask?
Simply because he was the most interesting. He ignited the fires of war unintentionally, and caused his own death at the hands of his own people, the ones he tried to protect. I was merely the observer, and his master.
Although, I may have lent a... paw, in things. But first, allow me to begin at the beginning... On that cold, snowy, fateful, and irritably painful day.
Birth of the Reaper
SLAM!
A dark canine body was thrown into a half-broken wall, blood spatter spraying across the ancient marble floors like raindrops.
Inside the abandoned Snowpoint temple, nine Pokemon gathered still, observing the brutal fight with dried and mildly amused apathy. Judgment had been passed on this Pokemon, and the trial was taking place. The surrounding Pokemon were the grandmasters of the region, the architects of life and death in this early version of Sinnoh.
The dark canine had forfeited his right to bear that title anymore.
Another snarl of agony was heard as the wolf's shoulder fur was ripped clean in three cuts, revealing exposed red flesh that oozed out blood. In only mild pain, the stricken Mightyena snapped his jaws and delivered a hard blow of his own, sinking his inch-thick teeth into his opponent's collar bone, hoping to strike a vein.
The attack wasn't as effective as desired, and his opponent took the close-quarters advantage and delivered an obliterating Mega Punch to the Mightyena's stomach that completely knocked the wind out of it. He was then sent flying over the make-shift arena, and landed in a pile of rubble, dazed and weakened terribly.
It didn't take a genius to figure out the Mightyena was going to lose. The penalty for which, was death.
At the last second, as his opponent was advancing to finish the beaten Pokemon off, the Mightyena started to hum a song. It was a low song at first, almost a hum. It began crescendoing louder, and louder, and only until his opponent got half-way close did it realize what it was with a grave weight.
Perish Song.
Wild with rage at such a dirty tactic, his opponent charged madly with his claws outstretched, determined to finish the banished canine off before the song's effect took place. The Mightyena stopped singing calmly, and didn't even bother to stand.
Within moments, the song fully wrapped its embrace around his opponent's mind, making it see double, then triple, until finally, nothing. His attacker fell short to the ground at the Mightyena's feet, unconscious.
Angered by the upset and turn of events, the surrounding nine Pokemon raised their voices in terrible cries and caterwaul of protest. Some leapt out of their spots and advanced toward him menacingly.
The banished Mightyena grinned feverishly through his pain, and used a smokescreen to illustrate his escape. Limping out the temple's exit a short while later, the Mightyena caught sight of something red, and turned his gaze to a pile of snow on his left.
The body of a boy lying face-down in the snow greeted his gaze. There was no blood, and there was no damage to the boy, or any indicator of a cause of death. It was just there, like someone had dropped him.
The Mightyena gazed back up to the temple, and estimated he had a good solid five minutes until the other Pokemon found their way out of the temple smoke-maze and chased him in pursuit. An evil plan formed in his head, and he scooped the body up with what energy he could spare, and trotted off into the forest.
Those nine Pokemon had not seen the last of him yet.
100 years later...
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It's really weird now, but next chapter is the present day Sinnoh, and you might have a better understanding of who the narrator and the boy are. I'll answer any questions though.
It's really weird now, but next chapter is the present day Sinnoh, and you might have a better understanding of who the narrator and the boy are. I'll answer any questions though.