Author's Notes: I uploaded this story here once before on a different account, but it has been rewritten and I enjoy it far more now than before.
I run, I jump, I fly! Wonderful flight, excitement pulsing through my veins as I soar through the forest. Then a flash of yellow below. I look down, and see it again. A yellow mouse of some sort, chasing me. Then a bright light, and I feel electricity coursing through my wings, my body, my skull. My wings lose strength, and I fall.
I hit the ground hard, my wing connecting first with the hard forest floor. The rest of my body collapses onto my battered appendage, and I cry out in pain. I turn my head slowly, painfully, and look at myself. I see twisted wings, a leg bent backwards and muddy, matted feathers strewn across the ground around me. It is awful. I cry again.
But then it is not over. I hear a sound, footsteps. The yellow beast is after me again. Does it not see I am finished? I look up and see my doom charging toward me. It has bright red cheeks like ripe wildberries. I had always imagined my death would look more intimidating.
But it scares me all the same.
And the monster's face explodes with lightning, lightning that finds me, catches me and throws me into the air. I was flying again! Only this time the flight was far less beautiful, far more painful. Where once my powerful wings propelled my light frame through the sky with graceful balance, now I am being shot through the air by electrical force, my wings lying useless at my sides. As my body slams into the ground I feel my bones puncture skin as blood pours out onto the ground, mixing with the dirt to form a horrible mud.
I scream.
The yellow demon is bounding towards me again, and I scream in fear of the face-lightning. But none comes. For a moment I allow hope to penetrate my mind, perhaps the mouse has had enough. Perhaps I will be allowed to die in peace. The tragic dream of a destroyed bird.
But no. The monster leaps into the air, slamming into me with all its weight, shattering my rib cage and extracting another painful scream from my battered beak. No sound comes out. I feel bone puncture my lungs. The monster jumps again, tackling again. This time its target is my head, and I feel my skull crack. I feel the yellow demon repeat the process. I feel my skull crack again. I feel the yellow demon repeat the process. I feel...nothing.
Slowly but surely my mind fades to black. My pain disappears. My hatred of the yellow mouse evaporates. The sounds of the forest are gone. All is black.
A small Spearow flutters through the forest, a bloody hunk of Rattata hanging from its beak. It stops, and lands clumsily in a haphazard nest where its mother lays silent. It drops the meat in front of its mother. The older bird doesn't notice. It's crippled frame fails to move. Its lifeless eyes fail to register its own daughter returning to nest. Slowly, carefully, the small Spearow transfers pieces of meat from the bleeding corpse to its mothers beak, just as she has done for years.
The older bird chews slowly, oblivious to the world. Empty.