One by one
Pikachu could feel his tiny lungs bursting from running so long. The furball wished he could stop but he knew that would make his attacker all the more happier. The figure had seen pikachu and with a gun to his back tried to shot him. However pikachu having sensed the gun mans presence used his thunderbolt shocking the man long enough so he could get away. Now it seemed was a dead end he had run for hours faraway from the smash mansion and into various woods around the house. Yet he still heard the uneven footsteps approaching.
This is the end he thought hurriedly looking for an escape among the gnarled branches of the trees. The attacker was moving faster now gaining ground this time pikachu felt the chamber on hiss soft back this time it really was the end. Pikachu tried to use an attack any attack but none seemed to work! He was to tired, still he thought if i try to look at them at least i'll know whose doing this. He tried to turn to face the attacker yet before he could move a muscle a shot rang through the forest like a gong and with that moment pikachu lay in a state of shook a look of horror forever placed upon the poke'mons face. He knew his attacker more yet it was a friend.
Th attacker began to gather their things up smirking at pikachus body. The poke'mon long thought as one of the greatest fighters lay defense less with a cool breath they blew the smoke off the gun. Then like a mother putting their child to sleep the murder took a blanket from it's clothing and placed it carefully on pikachus dead body. Sweet dreams it thought as they headed for the mansion there it could wash get ready and noone would suspect a thing. That is as long as it could be helped.