! BE CAREFUL: This is an English version of the french fiction "Un Funeste Destin". The presence of misspellings is EXTREMELY likely.
Love… Is a feeling so hard to describe. Did you ever ask yourself what was the first word that came in your mind when you thought about it ? Passion ? Pleasure ? Fondness ? It's, without a doubt, a really interesting question. Love, after all, is so intricate, It invites humans to do their best, or their worst. Love, who is the root of life, can also be synonymous to destruction. Love, to sum up, is kind of an essential component of life, but mostly, a component of death. I am gonna tell you a story. Did you know that two lovers will always remember the peculiar moment of their first meeting ? I probably don't teach you much by telling you this, and "they" won't be the ones to contradict me. Besides… Looks like it's time to get to the heart of the matter. Our story begins in a chamber, nothing out of the normality. Inside were two persons. A man and a woman. The second was lying down on a bed in the center of the room, when the other was standing, at her bedside. They didn't know each others, until that day.
-Hey, you, you're finally awake ?
- Um… Where am I ?
- Stop shaking like that. I discovered you at the foot of the cliff, poor thing, looks like you made a terrible fall !
- What… What do you mean ? Wait… No… My… That's impossible…
- Calm down. You are too groggy to… Hey ! Where are you going ? Come back !
What would follow was probably the real trigger of this relation, who would became, but they didn't knew yet, so complicated… And mainly, so hard with consequences. The woman did jump off the bed, under the helpless gaze of what was, let's not be scared of worlds, the man who did saved her life. Now standing, she made two steps before collapsing on the ground. The man immediately jumped after her. The woman was still conscious, and it's unintentionally that…
-I… Did you just kissed me ?
- No… I.. I didn't want to… Our faces just came a little too close. I apologize. Sincerely.
- … No problem. You know, to say the truth, I kinda liked it…
- W-wow !, stuttered the man, uneasy about the situation.
But you know, you are still too weak to leave this place right now. I implore you, you must rest.
- … I think that we have quite a lot of things to discuss.
This day, they fates have crossed.
This day, marked the start of a tragic doom.
- Why am I so weak ! No… Everybody died… By my fault !
- How could this be possible ? Is this the end ?
- No, I cant' believe that we are condemned, there is still hope. Come ! Run ! RUN !
The two persons rushed. And they were quite right ! Chasing them were hundred, no, thousands of… rotting things. Humans, Pokemons… Ready to catching them up at any time. And they really weren't lucky, because these creatures were very hungry. In the end, the run of the two accomplices stopped in front of what looked like a machine, oval-shaped, pretty big, with a front door.
- We have arrived ! Quick ! Get inside, I will hold them back ! -No way ! You are gonna die if…
- I beg you, this is our only hope. I'm saving you some time so that you can save our world, don't underestimate me, I hate it, You know my power, so FUCKING LEAVE ALREADY !
- …
And he complied.
- … I don't know what to say. I am here, and I am one of the two last survivors of this… epidemic. And here I hear cry of pains… from a voice I know.. Perhaps am I the last after all. So… The better that I can do is.. One year.. Here it goes. While taking a pause of a few seconds to to catch his breath, he continued. My dear friends. I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't even know myself why I am here… But, I know one thing. Our future, our fate, they must be changed. That's why the last survivors did, at a critical juncture, put all their efforts to create the greatest invention in the history of humanity, this machine allows you to go back in type… within a period of one year, you could say, indeed. Nice coincidence however, as it seems that must be about one year since this disease destroyed our lives. As long as.. Our ancestors… Or rather, should I say, ourselves from the past… Know what to do, unlike us. I mean, what to do to save the world. The clock is ticking. I must hurry. I don't even know what I say all of this, because nobody will never be able to hear me anyways. Or maybe… maybe there is someone. I have never been a believer, and after all, I don't see how a divinity could allow his own creation to live in such a shitty world. But, I beg you… God… Hear my prayers ! Help Us ! Save Us ! I… Implore… You…
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My body is vanishing…
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But if it allows everyone…
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To live…
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Then, I willingly accept my fate.
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