Author's Notes: This is based on the Linkin Park song "Figure 0.9" as well as an old friend of mine. His real name won't be mentioned, but he used to be one of my best friends, and I suppose I just hold him to closely. Teg was inspired butthe old friend.I never really intended to post this, but never the less I hope you enjoy it. Review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, but Tear and Teg are both mine.
Psychological Forces: Spread The Ashes
Tear glazed the gun with her fingertips, the cold metal sending a slight chill through her spine. Teg stood directly in front of her, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched her struggle, the gun shaking slightly as she took in a sharp, unsteady take of breath. He didn't flinch as she placed her fingers on the trigger, the gun loaded and pointed directly at his head. He bowed in mock respect, allowing several strands of light blonde hair to fall freely passed his silhouetted features.
"I've been waiting for you," he said wistfully, tightening the hood of his black Team Rocket jacket, completely engulfing his face in shadow.
She didn't respond, but merely held the gun in a fixed position, waiting for him to begin pleading. Tear wasn't facing him, but rather with her head turned, her face having had been drained of all color.
"I'd watch what you do, Tear," he added, taking another bold step in her direction.
She didn't give Teg any time to speak again. She fired the gun, the loud echo sending several perched Pidgeys in the general area to scatter, flapping their wings wildly.
Tear was afraid she had missed, having heard no scream at all. She tentatively turned to face where the bullet had been shot, expecting to see Teg in a crumpled heap on the ground. She saw, rather, Teg in an upright position, the same smirk on his face. No doubt thought, he had indeed been shot. For there was a hole penetrating through his chest, wisps of gun smoke circling his head.
"Why… how," Tear stammered, beginning to lose the feeling in her legs.
He drew closer to her, pressing his body forcibly against Tear's, molding his frame to fit hers. She immediately caught the scent of blood, although she saw no visible bloodstains on his jacket. Teg swiftly grabbed the gun from Tear's trembling hand, and proceeded to press it against Tear's chest, digging the sides of the metal into her skin.
"Tear," he whispered, removing the gun from her chest and continuing to entwine his arms around her back, instead pressing the gun to the back of her neck. "Why did you do this to yourself? I've moved on, why can't you?"
Teg drew back slightly, allowing the gun to drop to the ground. Tear instantaneously noticed an inconsiderable amount of blood smeared on his jacket, looking as if the stain had been there for a number of years.
"You can't break free of your own actions, Tear. You should have realized that when you met me. You've let yourself become a part of me. And for that, you will die."
In response, Tear put her gloved hand to her chest, instantly feeling her uniform becoming drenched in warm blood.
Yep. Dat's all folks. Please review, constructive stuff is welcomed as well.
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