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It was a beautiful night to be out in the seemingly neverending plains of Kanto. Ash, Pikachu, Misty, and Brock were on their way to take Pikachu to the Smasher's Ball which was to be hosted at the Smash Mansion. Ash had recieved a message from Professor Oak, a day ago, to ensure that Pikachu was at the Smasher's Ball in 2 days, which meant they had to arrive at the Smash Mansion by tomorrow. They were currently crossing through the Far Plains which would lead them to a sea, where they will take a special cruise boat to a remote island where the Smash Mansion is located.
"I'm getting tired of walking. Can we make camp here?", Misty asked as she yawned.
"It is getting kind of late, Ash," Brock added.
"Alright, fine. We'll make camp," Ash said as he dropped his bag.
"Pika, Pika!!!"
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He looked down from the giant dogwood that stood by itself in the middle of the plains. The shadow of the night was watching his unsuspected prey, as they slept in the plains below.
There was 4 of them, 2 boys (a pale-skinned one and a dark skinned one), a girl, and his target.
The target, the girl, and the pale-skinned boy were asleep, but the dark-skinned one was up, cleaning up the dinner they had ate 30 minutes ago.
"Fall asleep or I'll have to kill you as well, dark one", the shadow muttered to himself.
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Brock busied himself cleaning up the leftovers from their supper. He was well-aware that he was being watched by something, using the giant dogwood in the distance as cover. He had almost woke the others up, but thought better of it, knowing that if he tried something like that he would only provoke his stalker. Brock knew he and his friends were sitting ducks. It was only a matter of time before the predator striked.
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The dark-skinned one was determined to stay up all night, engaging in meaningless activities such as cleaning pots and pans, washing his clothes in the oasis where they had camped out at, and eating the rest of the leftovers when he was obviously full. This could only mean one thing, that the humanoid was well aware of his presence. The shadow grasped his arm, where a sword protruded where his hand was susposed to be.
"The time is now," the creature said jumping straight into the air. He laughed to himself as the dark-skinned boy watched in horror.
"Run, fool..."
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Brock was left in awe as his stalker went airborne, giving away his cover. It seemed to be floating now at the height of it's jump. Whatever it was, it looked human, though he could not make out anything under the darkness of the night.
"Jesus Christ!!!", Brock turned around and went to wake up the others when he felt a warm breathe on the back of his neck.
"Don't move or I'll kill you", it whispered into his ear. "And if you scream...", it snickered to itself almost as if was a joke.
"What do you want?", Brock asked hesistantly.
"The rat... that's why I'm here."
"Huh", Brock said gazing at Pikachu's sleeping body.
"Listen to me, boy, if you want to live. I want you to walk towards the water hole until you are knee-deep in water. When you are that deep, you can turn around and face towards me. Turn around any sooner than that and I'll have to kill you. Begin walking," he ordered.
Brock began walking towards the oasis. He walked in a straight line over his friends' resting bodies. A tear dropped down his face as he couldn't hold back the tears. He didn't know what was going to happen to his friends...or to him, for that matter. Brock tuned out the rest of the world as he began his descent into the oasis. He walked step by step, moment by moment until he was knee-deep in water.
He didn't turn around at first. He stood there, in the cool waters of the oasis, praying to God that he wouldn't turn around to face something he would later regret ever seeing. Brock clinched his jaw and balled his hands up to fight back the fear, as he spun around to see what had happened to his friends.
He screamed.
Pikachu, or at least what remained of him, was in pieces all over his remaining 2 friends. Pikachu's blood was strewed all over the grassy floor of the plains, turning the blades of the glass red. The shadow was nowhere to be spotted.
Ash stirred in his sleep and looked at Brock, still half-asleep. Misty also stirred and rolled over and awoke, only to lock eyes with Pikachu's detached head.
"Oh...my...gawd!!!!!"
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