First Sentence Prompt: The attack was over in seconds.
Further prompt: Pokemon Championship, Death
The attack was over in seconds. At least that was what it felt like to James. Every breath hurt and tear tracks shone through his grime covered face. Around him lay his friends, his family, his Pokemon. They were all gone now, crushed or burnt by whoever it was that had attacked him.
James glanced weakly over at the body of his Arcanine, Growly. Growly had been with him from the start, his first Pokemon. He had had to leave him behind when fleeing his parents the first time and after reuniting had promised to never leave him behind again.
A broken chuckle escaped his throat, fingers weakly reaching out and rubbing the fluffy white mane. "I kept my promise Growly, I didn't leave you behind. You left me, though…"
Slowly his eyes wandered away to the remnants of Weezing. So many memories of smokescreens that had helped in his Team Rocket days filled his mind and this time it was a bitter chuckle that escaped his lips.
"You were with me since I joined up and I couldn't have asked for a better partner in crime, buddy." James said softly, a little blood leaking from the corner of his mouth and on to the ground.
Next was his grass types. Canea, Carnivine, and Victreebell lay together in a charred pile, the smoking remains smelling mockingly sweet. James looked on with a smile, only seeing them as they had been, whole and unharmed.
"I loved you all." More didn't need to be said before James' eyes wandered to the last two, the ones that had brought him joy, and brought his life a new meaning.
Chimecho and Mime Jr. were lying almost next to him, having held out the longest in the brutally short attack. Both had bled out, unable to save the others, or it seemed James himself. He moved his arm and pulled them to his chest, kissing each of their heads and ignoring the blood that was left behind from the action.
Memories of how he had taken them with him, left Team Rocket and went through an entire League worth of Gym battles with the two as his front line flooded him with happiness and greif. Thier lives, all of them, were just too short!
James slammed a fist into the ground and tilted his head back, thinking of how just a few short days ago he had started his first league, how he had swept the competition, how he had been so close to the prize that it hurt just to think about it!
Slowly he leaned back and looked at the area, one by one using the Pokeballs to reclaim the fallen family members, the balls shrinking and turning gray as soon as he did so each and every time.
When it was all done, he put them all in a small pouch hanging about his neck that also contained a bottle cap. He fingered the fine silk material as his eyes hardened, getting up and only grunting as his broken ribs protested.
"They will pay for what they've done to you." James stated, calmly, eyes flashing like the darkest of storm clouds. He was staring at a rose left behind at the scene, sitting in one of the puddles of blood. "Team Rocket will pay."
Fin