AKA Pokewrite drabble No. 5. Very little has changed. I always thought this one was just the right length despite its shortness. The prompt was the song "Haunted" by Evanescence. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. I'd rule the world otherwise.
Haunted
"There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad." - Salvador Dali
He knew what he saw wasn't real. The Lucario punched and slashed through the screeching Murkrows, the headless Dodrio, the blood-soaked Trainer with the ragged throat and the clouded dead eyes. He fired Aura Spheres at the flaming Fearows shrieking in rage and agony, and spat Dragon Pulses at the skeletons of Riolu staggering toward him. He flung attacks everywhere, knowing he was a fool, especially in her eyes.
Suddenly it all vanished, as a stray Dragon Pulse forced an unexpected scream from an ordinary-looking tree. The tree vanished, and the Zoroark got back up and spit aside some blood. She grinned widely, manically, even as crimson liquid flowed from her wounds, even as the Lucario glared at her and began charging another Aura Sphere.
But she was too quick. She ducked the shining orb attack and shot past the Lucario, her claws slicing into his side as she rushed by.
"Catch me if you can," she taunted in her vile tongue, her voice echoing as she disappeared before his eyes. "If you want to avenge your Trainer."
She was gone, again. There was only silence around him, though not within him. Never within him.
The Lucario carried his chase into the fleeting nigrescence.
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