So, I beat Tabuu yesterday, and he doesn't look anything like what I thought. I was modeling him off of Victor from Fantastic four. The insane Victor with the metal mask and green cloak-thing. And because I am extremely lazy (And still beating Pokemon black) I'm not going to go back and change it. I'm also going to continue with Victor-Tabuu for consistency. And I'm rambling. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo.

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The middle of desert city was dusty, dry, and hot. People coughed, but stayed in tight huddles, as though there was safety in numbers. Conner thought it was the other way around. Danger in numbers.

The irritating woman with blond curls, whom Conner had been trying to avoid, ran up to him.

"Someone said to give this to you." She stated, shoving a gleaming, blue and gold bow into the boy's hand. "Honestly, you have to stay somewhere I can see you…" The woman rambled on, but Conner didn't listen. He stared at the bow, looking at his shocked reflection on the perfectly polished metal.

"It doesn't matter any more." His voice sounded strangely calm. The woman shut up. "Nothing matters any more. We're doomed."

"Don't talk like that." The woman snapped. She proceeded to continue her lecture.

"We're all doomed." Conner whispered to himself.

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Pit had not bothered with going down, but instead went to the roof of the building. It looked like a hotel from here. Maybe it was. Wind ruffled his feathers slightly. It was a pleasant feeling, like he hadn't felt in a long time.

The looming dark mass that had appeared on the horizon had gotten larger. The angel could just make out the outlines of humanoid figures on the horizon. The shells of his friends.

Steeling himself, Pit shook his limp, unkempt hair from his face and jumped off of the building.

He wavered in midair. Weeks - no, months without flying had made his wings weak. Steadying his body, the angel glided off for the undead army.

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Conner was frantically searching the hotel for the angel. He had to stop the winged man before it was too late.

Conner raced into an elevator, going as far up as he could go. If you had wings, you'd leave from there, wouldn't you? He had to stop him. Conner had to stop the angel, even though he didn't know the angel's name. He didn't know anything about the angel, now that he thought about it.

What was he stopping the winged boy for? For himself, or for the boy? The angel had seemed empty. It was like he'd just watched the world go by, not even realizing it. Conner's parents had always told him not to be selfish. Was he being selfish in trying to prevent the angel from being free?

The elevator door opened, revealing the roof. It had a nice breeze, better than the still, stifling air of the town square. Conner ignored it. He had to figure out what he was stopping the angel for. The people who were left? They were hopeless. But he had to try, right? Keep them as safe as possible? They were already terrified as it was.

Conner dove, making it out of the doors just before they closed. Just in time to see a figure in the sky drifting away.

"Wait! Stop!" Conner called out. The figure stopped and turned in midair. And glided slowly back. Conner realized he was shaking with relief. The boy touched down lightly next to him.

The angel had clearly given up. He was thin, his hair was limp and matted, and his wings were an unpleasant gray. Worst of all, his cerulean blue eyes were dull and glassy. Defeated.

The boy's voice was husky with disuse, and a dull monotone. "It's too late for me. But it might not be for you." The eyes blinked once, still lifeless.

"Who are you kidding? It's too late for everyone." Conner was shocked by the spite in his voice.

The angel gave a halfhearted smile. "I guess we both knew that. What did you want?"

Conner thought for a moment. "I – I just wanted to know your name. Before we died."

The angel remained completely emotionless, as though reciting a practiced line. "I'm Pit. Pit Icarus."

Conner watched Pit as he glided off again. "See you." He whispered.

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I got this one up quick! And Conner the primid is still alive! He's irritating me, so vote on how to kill him! Also, my lines are working! At least, I think. Read and review, no flames!