Well, if you actually count the words on this one, it's MEGA short. But hey, this is what the Muse gave me; I go by what she says. ;). Writing this one was almost too easy; the Pearl 'Dex entry was really too perfect. I usually use Diamond, but this 'shot I didn't. You'll see why. At any rate, if I'd stuck to my updating schedule, this one would have come out on Halloween (for obvious reasons). But I didn't, so Happy Halloween like two weeks late, blah blah blah. Please do enjoy though; this chapter officially marks the halfway point. I can't believe it! Halfway! Thanks, y'all, for sticking with me. It really means a lot!

I dedicate this chapter to my Linkin Park CDs. They got me in the right mood; for this and a couple others.

If I owned Linkin Park or Pokémon, do you think I would still be here right now?

Ten: Trick

Mismagius, the Magical Pokémon.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Pleasure.

Pain.

I can make both.

I can take both.

Pain. Pleasure.

Pleasure. Pain.

I roam across the land, a whisper in the night, a flicker in the shadow. A call to the sky, my cries are heard throughout the world. The wind in the trees, the grass of the plain, the darkness is my dominion. The darkness claims me, for I am part of it. I am one with the night. The rustle of predator, the slink of prey.

Shout for me.

Cry for me.

….I…

…will….

….make….

….you….

…..scream!....

Scream.

Of pain?

Of pleasure.

With pleasure?

With pain.

Why I never walked away from this, I don't know. Am I even capable of walking away? I can't even imagine. I enjoy hearing the screams. Of disposing pleasure. And pain. Of allotting pain. And pleasure.

It's both. Two in one. A doubled-edge.

Yin and Yang.

….pain…..

Karma.

The wheel of justice, spinning in the moonlight.

….pleasure….

Head or Tails.

It is my time to make the feelings of pain.

It is my time to make the feelings of pleasure.

Burst! Wither! Fade! Shrink!

SCREAM FOR ME!!

Beg me to stop!

Beg me to continue!

One or the other, without fail.

There is no middle ground. As I float around, singing mournfully, I hear the screams. Humans cry for lovers, for lost ones, for forgiveness, for redemption. My subjects cry for more, to hear more of my singing.

For it is a song.

A terrible song.

A wonderful song.

Either.

Or.

Pleasure.

Pain.

…..it is my song!

SCREAM

….it is my song!

SOB

…it is my song!

SIGH

…it is my song!

A great and terrible song, it causes those who hear it to collapse in fear or dance for joy. My song is two.

The dance of destruction.

The song of salvation.

With one hand I givePAIN with the other I givePLEASURE

It is one.

It is none.

……screams……

Prostate before me.

Allow me to see you beg me to end.

I won't stop singing.

Nor will I want too

…..sobs…..

Prance before me.

Love who I am.

Excite yourself in my song.

Allow me to continue.

Sing with me.

Under the night.

Revel in my presence.

Eloquent is my story.

….sighs…..

My tale is a different one. Continually caught between two sides of a coin. One, or the other. Not both. Never both. If there was one or the other; loss. Without life there is no death. Without day there is no night. Without pain there is no pleasure. Without earth there is no sky.

One, or the other.

Not both.

Open your soul to my song.

…………………………………………………………………~TRICK~……………………………………………………………………

Mismagius, the Magical Pokémon. It chants incantations. While it usually torments targets, some chants bring happiness.