Chapter 7: Cynthia's Fury Part Two: Revolution
I don't own Pokémon, otherwise the characters would be older. . Also, a couple of announcements,
1. I'm hosting a contest so check the last chapter for more details.
2. Hana means flower in Japanese, and it's also the name of my main female OC. Four o'clock plants are flowers that have a Japanese variety.
3. I have two high T to low M stories I'm kicking around in my head. One is a Colosseumshipping fic with Pokémorphs without any characters from the anime. The other idea was a .Hack/G.U. fic with HaseoxAlkaid and KitexBlackrose. I have the possible titles for both fics. The Pokémon one is called Pokémon Colosseum the Eternal Night and the .Hack one is .Hack/G.U. Volume IV, Revolution. Now my question is which one should I write first?
4. Anybody who watches Code Geass, Death Note, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gundam 00, or any combination of the four, PM me about it.
Anyways, enjoy your short chapter as a result of this being just one big battle.
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I gave birth to my daughter today. Her black hair was a perfect copy of her fathers', as were her eyes. Since I gave birth to her in a field of four o'clock plants, I named her Hana. I put my daughter in a cradle and sent her with my Pokémon to Ash and Misty. I knew the two of them would be able to take care of my children. I only wish I could have been a better mother for them. However, my desire for vengeance was too strong. I guess I am selfish. Having my children not knowing their own mother, just for me to be sent to hell with the satisfaction that I took my husband's killer with me, I really am selfish. Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I withdrew my scythe and scryed using the deceased as my guide to locate where my husband's killer was. Saffron City. That figures; of course a man who associates with Team Rocket is there. I hopped on the Magnet Train and said a quick prayer to Arceus; that I would end up wherever Brock was. As I left the train station, I saw a man with grey skin and I instantly knew that he was my husband's killer.
I started out with a spell that renders me invisible to anybody who was not one of the Four Warriors of Light. I then cast a spell absorbing the souls of the wicked from the local cemetery into my body increasing my strength. The final spell I cast, however, was my most forbidden spell, and using it in other than emergencies would probably have gotten me exiled from the Death Clan. I cast Death Enlargement. The spell took a whole year off of the life spans of any person or Pokémon in a one kilometer radius. This in exchange granted me the ability to automatically go into the second stage. I then transformed into a giant figure draped in a black cloak with my scythe enlarged to be as tall as myself. I then jumped up fifty meters and attempted to slash my adversary in his right arm. I was just about to make a giant gash when he turned around and grabbed my scythe right out of my hands.
"How the hell did you do that?"
"Your invisibility spell only works on beings weaker than you. I'm not one of them," he said as he crushed my scythe like it was mere cardboard.
He then withdrew his own scythe and slashed me right against my heart severing my aorta. The blood gushed out constantly and I knew my time was up. And I didn't even draw a single drop of his blood. The only good thing about this was that I would be with Brock soon. And so I was.
Ash sighed at seeing his fiancé stress over wedding plans. Brock would have been able to help us but now he's in hell. Well at least Cynthia's still… But that train of thought was cut off by a sudden feeling of emptiness. Did we lose Death? This emptiness was the exact same as the one I felt when Brock no, my brother died. His thoughts were confirmed when he saw a cradle on the front stoop.
Okay I know I'm late and this is shorter than normal. I just couldn't think of a good way for two scythes to fight.