She's Going
In Dusk's Head
Get out of my head!
Your head? Really, Dusk, I made this head. With much experimenting.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD OR YOUR'E GOING TO DIE!
"Sticks and stones may hurt my bones, but words can never hurt me." Have you heard that? (A/N: In reality, it should be this: "Sticks and stones may hurt my bones, but words can pierce my heart".)
Well pretty soon sticks and stones may come along!
Hmph…you're annoying…like a fly. Begone.
Words couldn't describe what was next. It was completely dark. And not the dark as in "nighty-night" dark. Not even if you were locked in a dark cellar, where all you could see were little outlines, and there weren't any visible openings. No. If there was light, your eyes would reflect them into sights. Only true darkness was the one moment in death, but then you would be greeted by heavenly white. But, when dead, you are not conscious. Humans would not be able to stand true dark; it'd drive them mad and throw them to the brink of suicide. Dusk was on the brink of death-that is why this darkness flooded her senses.
Falling, falling, falling…like she was going insane. Slowly, like melting a glacier, with a sort of foulness in the air.
No POV
"We have to kill her," whispered Jikmuya. "We have to."
"You-You mustn't!" Kline cried. "This isn't an illusion, right? Some sort of sick dream? Missions have been worse than this. I should have become an emotionless puppet, like leader said! She's…she's…an empty vessel, right?"
James and Ashley looked at Kline's flailing madness, and James murmured sadly, "It isn't an illusion. And we must kill her. If she truly isn't an empty vessel, she'll become a ghost, like us…if not…"
And then all of them gazed sadly at the girl in front of them, the girl they had fully intended to rid of; now they couldn't bear to do it.
"She'll become a ghost, I'm confident about it," Kline said. "How can she be an empty….nothing?"
"Why does good ole World Gorger want world domination?" asked Red. "I mean, I know about his name and all, but why?"
Jikmuya replied, "We do not know. But the reason must be great, as he use used his sister's corpse."
Kline paid no heed and hollered, "Dusk! Hold on just a bit longer!"
The rag doll head rose up once more and spoke, "No use, boy. She was never here."
Sorry for the shortness… ^^;; Now that the internet's back, I can finally upload things… and blah… But I lost interest in PokeSpe, being replace by Naruto… =_= Sorry! But I'll finish THIS story. The others? No…SORRY! TT^TT But, the prize drawings are on my DeviantART account, Specialshipping19, so spread the word, 'kay? Please tell them. Also, X's saddish one-shot should be done by my birthday, and posted on my b-day. OH HOLY -! I didn't do their b-day fics yet! ;_; Umm…Can I just say happy b-day to X? Because I don't have a plot for hers… TT^TT
Sorry, and bye,
~MOFZ19