Angel's Tears Angel's Tears.
By Tyger, 24/9/01.
Note: This was thought up one day in the car on holidays. It's my first *finished* piece, and I'm rather proud of it. It is however, rather dark, as is my norm. Comments, and especially constructive criticism welcome. duh.
*Tyger*
"Growlithe? Growlithe!! C'mon! Let's go!!!" My new Growlithe ran towards mw, almost as excited as I. This was our first day as pokémon and trainer, and we had just left home. We heard a noise coming from the bushes just out of town, so we went to investigate. We sneaked through the scrub, and were surprised to see a whole flock of Pidgy, as well as a few Pidgotto pecking for seeds or resting. Perfect for a beginning pair like us.
"O.k. Growlithe, why don't you get that one there?" I whispered, pointing to one on the edge of the flock.
"Growl." She nodded, and ran up and tackled it.
"Now, Ember!!" It hit it hard, and the Pidgy was nearly beat. It let out a shrill squawk of pain. This was a near-guaranteed, by the book capture. The effect of the squawk, though, was unprecedented - the rest of the flock took to the air and wheeled around as if to attack my Growlithe…. But they wouldn't, surely….. would they? Anyway, I had a capture to make.
"Growlithe! Finish it! Tackle!!" As Growlithe ran towards the Pidgy, the other birds in the sky swooped down, scratching her, pecking her.
"Growlithe!" In three seconds, Growlithe was a bloody mess.
"Return!" But the birds blocked the beam. Growlithe was trapped.
"GROWLTIHE!!! NO!! GROWLITHE!!!!! MOVE YOU STINKING BIRDS!! GROWLITHE!!!!" I screamed at them. My cries mingled with those of Growlithe's, hurting my ears, and my heart. It was my fault. 'Please Gods, let her be ok. Take me, but let her be ok.' The birds then lifted into the air again.
I saw.
I saw what they had done.
What they had done to my precious Growlithe.
I thought I was going to die.
Her bones showed in places, and they were snapped and broken. Her fur was falling off, and her crest and tail were red with blood. Her eyes were glazed over.
She was dead.
I glared up at the flock, speechless. Murderers. They had killed my Growlithe.
Oh Growlithe, I am sorry. I failed you as a trainer.
Growlithe!
The birds returned my glare, but now they looked…. evil.
And Murderous. Definitely Murderous.
They began to move, and suddenly they were upon me, scratching me, pecking me.
I screamed.
Everywhere was on fire.
My Vision was fading.
The Pain, Oh the PAIN!!
I dimly realized that I had fallen to the ground. Good Lord, High Lord, it hurt…. Oh Growlithe! What did we do to deserve this?
Pain.
Pain!

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Darkness.
No Pain.
Light.
I opened my eyes again - And saw the same flock tearing at a small body…. with a Growlithe a few meters away. That's Me. I realized. I'm Dead. Well at least I don't hurt anymore.
I began to rise, away from the blood-soaked ground, into the light. There was something odd, though. I glanced behind me and saw, to my surprise, a pair of pure-white wings. I'm an Angel.
Then it hit me. I mean, really hit me. I was dead. Growlithe was dead. We didn't even get to start out journey.
I began to cry, to cry for Growlithe, for our lost friendship, and for me.
I disappeared, into the light, a child forever.