Zero His Story

Just a nice background story for my character Zero hopes you like! This will be in first person! Hope I can do it!

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I look at the town and reflect. It is as dark and depressing as always. The only colors come from the one or two brave tourists. No one stays here for long because they know what happened and they are afraid of what would happen to them if they stayed too long. The longest a tourist visited was fifteen years ago he stayed for a few days and was never seen again. Then again he did come when the massacre occurred. Lavender Town is known for that. This place is ONLY known for that. Anyone brave (or unlikely) enough to visit is reminded of only that.

They look around and see nothing but the slaughter of many Pokémon and that one human. No grave was built for him because he was never found and I don't want to be found. I refuse to show myself. I don't think many know me before I became…What do they call me now? MissingNo, what a pity no one even bothered to learn my real name. Or did they? It is closely related to Zero in a way. I look out the window when a splash of blue surprises me. Is he still here? That is very surprising to me.

That old man who comes to the Pokémon Tower every day to visit Arrow that refuses to leave even though the many deaths that happened that day are burned into his head as they are in mine. I don't care much about him. He seems to feel my presence in this cold top floor where Arrow rests. He also doesn't seem to care about me as well but he prays for Arrow and me. Why does he do that? Doesn't he know I'm…going to kill him? But why can't I kill him? Why when I see him come and pray again I can't end his life right then and now?

Maybe it's because I like to let him suffer while he's still alive. Life is torture in my point of view. I felt a weight come off my shoulders when I died. Life must be torture. The living is alive to suffer. And if they never suffer then…Make their loved ones suffer a slow death. I smile sadistically at my thoughts. My philosophies are what keep me going as much as my beloved Arrow who I love with all my heart. I spit and scowl. There is no such thing as love. It is just a word that we gain because we always need someone to take care of our hearts.

We are born with hate but learn to love. My love that once existed somewhere was torn away from me. I believe that is when I became mad. That's when I smiled so roughly it hurt. The time when I laughed so sarcastically it sounded like I was choking. I look outside again. Lavender Town always seems to always have a dark cloud hanging over it. I swear I just saw a little girl wearing yellow and red point at me. Who is she? Why can she see me? My over developed eyes stare closely at the girl. She seems very ordinary at first glance.

Then if you look at her long enough you can see that she is transparent. You can also see the chains that bind her to that spot she is always standing at. She smiles that wicked smile of hers looking all cute and adorable then you see the evil in her. She's like me she is dead. The old man is like us as well the fact that I don't let him die that alone proves it. Then you see that face is a mask. Her true face is white she had bright red and yellow eyes. Her smile shows sharp teeth that cannot wait to tear you apart. (666 words!)

But people can see her. She chooses to be seen unlike me. A woman walks past her and she asks her a question.

Do you believe in ghosts?

The woman looks curiously at the girl then shakes her head the girl frowns. If the woman had said yes the girls smile is something you are likely to not forget any time soon. She asks that question to anyone who passes her. I don't know why she does that. Is she trying to give herself away? She looks at me approvingly and I can't help but to smile. Her question distracts everyone form what she truly is but she reveals herself so clearly, I find that ingenious.

Night has fallen. He towns people who have lived here long enough know to run for their houses. No one truly is who they say they are in this town. They don't try to coax the girl into hiding they know she won't go I know she can't leave. The chains that bind her were put there for a reason, though I don't know the reason. I hear a growl then a whimper then silence. I do not bother with who made the noise. I found out long ago that the spirits are not a rest in this cursed tower.

I look around. There seems to be a fog forming in the room like always. I shiver no I still find myself shivering when the white hand rests itself on my shoulder. I shouldn't be afraid of it. Why would my own hand hurt me? I sigh remembering the moment when I made one more cut it was deep enough to get rid of this ghostly body part but not enough to kill me instantly. Bleu has awoken. He looks at me with his sad beady black eyes. His two front teeth are stained red so I'm guessing he's had a fun day.

His name isn't really Bleu that is just what I call him because of his trainer. Bleu shakes his naked tail and curls up into a tight ball. He slowly disappears. Cursed living! If HE hadn't done that Bleu wouldn't be dead. He wouldn't have to remind random Pokémon and trainers of his sufferings. Then again death was our savior. Arrow shakes her head at me and I am once again reminded of the cruelty of humans and life…

To Be Continued

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