HEY PEEPS! uhh i just wanted to let everyone know that this was a school assignment for creative writing and i originally inteded it to be between a GalladeXGardevoir love story so i just changed a few things to actually make them well... you know... POKEMON! i have big goals for this story so hopefully i wont get boredddddd. i hope to make this a story but with enough reveiws to help me improve!*determined to answer questions* (i totally dumped my other story cuz i got bored with it ehhhh so hopefully, i wont get bored with this!)there was my rant, please enjoy! ^^
Impending Love
Life is ephemeral, like a gunshot, yet as quiet as loneliness.
Why is it my job to end lives; most of all, why do I end lives? Everyone deserves a second chance, but ruthlessly, I walk off with them and get away with quiet murder. Maybe I want to clear the world of crooks and thieves - although I am killing my own kind of people. Am I doing the world a favor, or am I plaguing it with death?
Cold was inside, and sympathy was poison. How could anybody be an assassin and have pity on their target? In order to fulfill my job I had to be a bitter killing machine so I don't have to suffer from begs of life. I was a cynical murderer – a hired gun – until a small light flickered inside my young blackened heart.
"Cold," I thought to myself as I grasped my hot coffee cup, attempting to melt the winter from my hands. Today, the gloomy bar was very quiet, only a low hum of melodies filled the dark air. Sitting only two seats away from me at the bar, today she was staring at me with that annoying smile on her cherubic face. A Gardevoir with gentle pink eyes was smiling at me again. Every night I always notice that same young woman smiling at me. What did she want? Why would anybody smile at me, a Nobody? Finally, I decided to ignore her, but unfortunately, that didn't uphold for long, "What are you smiling at?" To be honest, I was very shocked with the hostility of my tone; yet she replied benevolently.
"I'm smiling at you." At me?
"But why? What did I do to make you smile?" I asked harshly because today was terrible. After killing somebody, I get very shameful and I always wish all the lives that I captured were set free.
Laughing like modest velvet she answered, "Nothing."
"Well, why bother?"
"I like you. You're different from the rest of the crowd, huh?" She moved her drink and sat in the seat right next to me.
"I'm not the average person," I'm kind of like population control. "To save the lives of others, I have to outcast my self."
"So sad, why don't you join me? You wouldn't be alone."
I chuckled disdainfully, "I can't. Your life would change completely. You wouldn't be the same lively-"
"That's a chance I'm gonna take, and the life I'm gonna risk-"
"YOU CAN'T!" I yelled. The darkness pulled me down as I whispered silently, "You wouldn't like me anyways."
"I've been watching you, and I could tell you have a warm heart, warmer than mine." There was a brief moment of silence, "And I know who you are."
Not knowing what to say, I stayed shut, confused if she actually knew. "You know?"
She didn't reply, instead she placed her hand on mine, "Quit your job, and join me."
"Who are you?" I finally asked.
"I'm a friend," she took a sip of her dry martini, her words piercing, "Or whoever you chose. You are a fellow Gallade…"
When her glass made a clink as she placed it down, I decided, "Why should I trust you?"
"It's your choice to trust me or not, but I'll help you out of this mess." She took her hand back onto the table, crossing her arms.
I gazed into her great sparkling eyes, not noticing her beauty before. This is probably the first time I actually looked at somebody in the eyes, and let them live. "I trust you."
"Then come with me." She said standing up and leaving a stash of money, covering for my coffee and her drink.
Looking back at me she smiled as we made our way out of the café.
And in the end, I smiled back seeing hell vanish.
