People said Cubone, so Cubone it is! Just so you know, I feel really bad about writing this. It makes me a bit sad inside. My friend said I was being cruel, but he's big softie.

With that being said, this chapter is rather gory and tragic, basing off the story of Cubone's mother being killed by Team Rocket.

By the way, thanks for reviews everyone! It was a chapter record!

Cubone, the Lonely Pokemon

It wears the skull of its dead mother on its head. When it becomes lonesome, it is said to cry loudly.

#4 Death of a Loved One

There was a reason Cubone was so sad. Wouldn't you be too if you watched your mother die a horrible death at the hands of another? The hands of a human? Dokuro the Cubone hated remembered that that, that terrible day when Team Rocket invaded his home… But the memories were so vivid, it was hard not to recall the tragic events, the sight of his mother being killed replaying over and over again in his mind…

It was a joyous day actually, one in which Dokuro's father, a Marowak, was returning home after a long hunt away with the rest of the men of the family. Dokuro had never been happier to see his father, although he was sure his mother doubled the glee he felt. She had been so depressed and lonely after he had left… Seeing her husband return lifted her spirits immensely.

Just as the festivities were about to commence, celebrating the arrival of the men, a mysterious human wandered into their village. There was something very unsettling about him, so the Marowak prepared to warn him to stay away with an attack from their bone clubs. But when the human man brought friends, it all went down hill from there.

The Marowak and Cubone of the tribe were brutally beaten by the humans, falling to their deaths left and right. Even their strongest warriors couldn't stand up against them. No one knew what the humans were after, or why they were shedding so much blood. Bodies were strewn everywhere, blood pooling beneath Dokuro's feet. Corpses were so horribly disfigured, the young Cubone could not tell who was who. All he knew is that they were dead, and that they were never coming back. Amid the chaos, Dokuro lost track of his mother and his father. He desperately searched, narrowly avoiding death himself.

As many men approached, Dokuro dove into the nearby bushes to hide. He gasped as one of the men picked up one of the bodies, which quickly became animated once more. Dokuro recognized the Pokemon immediately. It was his mother, who had tried to escape by playing dead among the others.

"Trying to cheat death, eh?" The man growled. "We have a special punishment for you then…"

Without hesitating, or showing any signs of mercy, the man snapped her neck over his knee. Her body became limp and lifeless, head lolling to one side. For good measure, he kicked her, just like a soccer player punting a ball, across the clearing. Dokuro had to try his best to cry out at the horrific event that just unfolded before him.

The entire scene flashed before his eyes over and over again. He could hear the sharp noise of his mother's neck cracking; see the lifelessness reflected in her still wide eyes. Dokuro felt the rage inside himself swelling, but it was quickly replaced with a deep sadness, so intense that it brought him physical pain.

The man laughed evilly before dowsing the piles of bodies with some sort of liquid. He threw something into the heap, something that looked like a small twig, and in an instant, all the corpses went up in flames, including Dokuro's mother. The poor Cubone could only watch as everyone he had ever loved disappeared, engulfed by the flames. He willed himself not to cry. As the last one of his clan, he had to be strong, like his father.

The men vanished into the trees, apparently not finding what they were looking for. But they had already done enough damage. Dokuro couldn't fathom how they could perform such ruthless deeds, with showing any concern. From then on, he only had contempt and scorn for all humans.

Rain suddenly began to fall, extinguishing the raging fire. Dokuro thanked Arceus for the unexpected shower, as the rain masked his plentiful tears. He solemnly approached his mother's body, a mere skeleton of her former self. Although it looked exactly like ever other corpse in the clearing, Dokuro knew it was his mother.

Bending over, he picked up her skull, bits of charred flesh still handing onto it. As disturbing as it seemed, Dokuro placed her skull atop his head, adjusting it so it fit perfectly. This way, she would always be with him. And this way, no one would ever have to see the face of the Cubone who allowed his mother to die right before his eyes.

Aww, I feel really bad for the poor thing. I'm so horrible! –cries-

Anyway, anyone who knows how Dokuro got his name wins a cookie! (Or the e-food of their choice!)
And with this written, I have official archived a total of 100,000+ words! Yay!

As always, tell me what you thought!