I don't own any copyrights. Duh. What is so hard to understand about that?
This is going to be a dark (nasty) story. The title in the beginning has two different meanings.
Brother, my brother
Tell me, what are we fighting for
Isn't life worth so much more?
"Pokeball, go!"
I stand ready, staring at you. Hatred and bloodlust so strong I tremble courses through me. A reflection of His anger. The God.
I stand in front of my God, as you do. Our lips draw back in a silent snarl. So do your's and your god's.
We stand in an open meadow. It has been a battlefield before and will be one again. The wildflowers grow on soil soaked with blood. No matter what happens, life goes on, ignoring the pain and death of others.
I have never fought one of my own kind. You don't look like you have either. I never fought within the pack, and our kind is rarely trained. No matter. The gods will it, and it will happen.
I wonder why He sent me against you, rather then a pokemon with an element advantage, but I have seen many gods do this. They often fight with the same element and, whenever possible, the very same pokemon. You are the same kind as me. This is the best of all to see whose is stronger. They do it often, but there are so many kinds that it is rare to get a true match. Our kind in particular is very rare. This will show which god is the better trainer. A pokemon can be weaker but win by element. This shows who is superior more clearly. Yet He wants to win badly…But who can understand a god? They are smarter and better then us.
You look so much like Wildfire…but no, he didn't have that red scar running down his face, or the dullness in his eyes. He is still with the pack, free…I hope. But is it not an honor to serve the gods? I should hope he was captured, after all…
You are looking at me closely, too. Do I remind you of your lost pack?
Strange. For someone who looks so much like him, I still hate you. But why should it matter who you look like? Why shouldn't it? No, it doesn't matter. All that matters is my God, and his wishes.
"Since this isn't a official match, how 'bout a fight to the finish?" says your god. I can feel the bloodlust radiating from them.
"With dark-types? Even if we wanted them to return, they won't stop until one is down," says my God, a touch of smile on His face. He laughs, a hard, cruel sound.
It's true. Only psi pokemon fight as hard as us. We reflect our god's feelings more then most. Failure is not considered. It is better to die trying then give up. It is better to die then fail a god.
"Use quick attack!" calls your god.
"Counter with faint attack!" answers my God
Something about you…it still reminds me of Wildfire. I haven't seen him in years, not since the God caught me, took me from the pack. I doubt I would recognize him if I saw him. I am just making a mistake. You are the only one I have seen for so long, I am just imagining it.
Quick attack misses. I was always was faster then Wildfire… But no, you cannot be him. Of all the pokemon, it is not likely that I would meet him. Yet something about the way you move…
Faint attack hits hard, and you stumble and cry out in pain.
You stare at me. Do you recognize me?
"Use quick attack!" calls my God.
I streak forward at you, ramming your side. You fall over…
"Bite!" calls your god.
"Dodge it" He orders. He is tense, every muscle in His body tight. He focuses on the match willing me to win. Maybe it is really His mind fighting this battle, using my body.
Your bite misses and I respond in kind. I manage to grab your left leg.
"Quick! Use bite and break it's leg!" calls my God.
But…how can I attack you? You are so much like Wildfire…
"Use agility and get away" your god calls
No. He wills it.
I bite down hard. I can feel your bone snap. Your boiling blood covers my face. You howl in pain.
"Get away!" calls your god again
You try and fall.
"Get up, now!" he yells
You stagger up on three legs. Pain is written on your face as you move your broken leg, but gods must be obeyed.
"Good! Now use flamethrower!"
"Hold onto it!" calls my God
I run forward, biting your side. You use flamethrower at point-blank range. The flames roast me, but I withstand it somehow. He wants me to win, and gods must be obeyed. But I am stunned, and my grip weakens. You pull away.
"Break a front leg! Stop it from standing!" He yells.
I leap towards you, but you manage to jump a short distance. Good…but shouldn't I be sorry I missed?
You are so much like Wildfire…
"Again! Use bite on a front leg! Stop it from escaping!"
I race forward again, growling with anger, and snap your front left leg. Now you can't hold up one side and you fall.
I back off a bit, expectantly, for your trainer to recall you.
"Finish it!" calls my God.
Your god isn't doing anything. Why isn't he recalling you?
A fight to the finish…I won, the battle is over. It's finished, right?
"I don't need a losing pokemon." Says your god. What does he mean?
"Use crunch!" calls my God. "Rip out it's throat!"
Why? I…I won already…why do I have to kill you now?
But a God's orders can't be disobeyed…
You stare at me in defeat. You have lost. You have failed you god. You know what will happen. I think, from you look, you almost wish for it.
I walk up to you. You are so much like Wildfire…I would never have even considered killing him, back when I was with the pack…how can I kill you?
But the God told me to, and gods must be obeyed…
I snarl in hatred and lunge in for the kill…and stop. I have to know. I pull back.
[What…what is your name?] I ask.
[What does it matter? I failed] you answer dismally.
[Just, please tell me]
[Wildfire] you say, resigned.
I step back, horrified.
I nearly killed you.
[I'm sorry. I'm so sorry] I whisper
"Hurry up! Get it over with!" he calls
But…
"Do it"
I…
"What are you waiting for?"
can't.
He growls. "Kill it now" He is so angry. I tremble at His rage.
I look expectantly at your god. Why won't he recall you? At least you won't die, even if I never see you again…
[My name is Nightflame] I say quietly to you. You gasp.
"Stupid pokemon…could barely touch it. If that's the best you can do, you deserve to die." He says, walking off.
I step in front of you. I look at my God.
"Are you going to do what I say?" He asks dangerously.
I know what He's thinking. He went to a lecture on dark-type pokemon once. I was there with him. The talking god said many things I didn't understand.
"Dark-type pokemon are naturally aggressive. They can be very dangerous."
"Properly trained, dark-type pokemon will never give up a battle, because of how aggressive they are, sometimes even killing the opponent. "
I wasn't aggressive. I was just doing what my God ordered.
"Dark-types are very contradictory. Although they are immensely loyal when battling, they can also be fickle. Once a dark pokemon stops obeying, it will never listen again and must be released."
I would never stop obeying my God. I couldn't understand the talking god. But he couldn't be making a mistake, I must not have understood. I'm not smart like the gods. Maybe they were talking about dark-types in general? That must be it. The gods do not make mistakes.
"Go! Golduck!" he yells, then looks at me "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm willing to let it go this once. Just get out of the way and let golduck do it."
I look at you, then him, my God.
[No] I say, shaking my head.
He stares in total shock, but recovers quickly. "Golduck, kill both of then!" he says angrily.
He is a God. Why can't he understand?
I heard that some pokemon would never attack their teammates. I don't know if I believe them. We have no problem with beating each other up. We fight practice battle with each other when no other trainers are around. None of us are friends. If one of us loses often, in those practice battles, and also loses in trainer battles, they disappear. At first, they were just left behind, but later…I once looked for one, and I found him…or what was left.
[You made a mistake.] golduck says [and I will make sure to take advantage of it]
Golduck has always hated me. I was the one who first battled him, and allowed him to be caught. I was stronger then him. I still am, but you can't dodge attacks with your leg like that…
[Golduck, please. I can't kill him. I knew him when I was wild. Please, don't do this!]
He looks at me, making his decision.[I will let you go. Run away from here. If I ever see you again…I will not disobey Master a second time]
[Thank you]
[You are a fool. You were his star pokemon. You gave it all up, for one stupid pokemon. Run away fast, and I will not stop you.]
I try to hoist you onto my back. You have passed out from blood loss. I hope I can find a pokemon center soon…
I start running as fast as I can, away from my life, my world, my God.
So, who can guess what the two pokemon are? Not very hard, was it? It's one of my favorite pokemon, houndour!
Ok, for anyone wondering where I got that, here's my reasoning- many pokemon travel in packs. Houndour are immensely loyal to their pack-mates (pokemon johto journey episode). When a pokemon is caught and taken away from it's family and group, I would guess that it makes it's trainer into it's new family. Since houndour are more devoted to their natural pack, that devotion could carry into their next group and make them more loyal to their trainer.
If you liked this, I can submit another chapter on what happens next. I already have it, but it isn't typed yet.