DISCLAIMER [yeah, people suggested me to start writing these, so I shall! Buah.]: I do not own any of the Pokémon species suggested, they are © their respectful owners (Gamefreak//Nintendo).
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It was dark, with only a spot of sunlight peeking through the tree's tops on the horizon, singing of the new day. It was about 6 o'clock in the morning, and everything was just starting to wake up. This was a forest bursting with life, and everything was peaceful. Birds sang their merry melodies of morning's awakening, and the others rejoiced and began their daily activities. Near the large forest, a high pitched scream was heard. The scream was of both fear, and pain. All of a sudden, the happy music stopped. Every other noise stopped, except the pleading of a young child... it was as if the world held its breath, waiting for something to happen.
A rather small black cat-like form bust out of the forest, running as fast as its thin legs could carry it out into the prairies. Blood flowed out of it in thick currents, as tears stained its cheeks. It was obviously a runt, from a litter of two, the onyl surviving one. All of a sudden, the creature, still new to the world, and just barely opened its eyes, stumbled over a rock, falling, falling to the earth....
Another form was ontop if it almost ammediately after it fell. This one was a fully-grown female, of the same ebon color and species. The two looked little alike, however. The small one screeched and begged for mercy, its cries hollow in the eyes of the other, who just gave a bloody smirk when she listened. "Mommy... please... let me go! You're hurting me! Stop!" Cried the little one, shielding its face with its arms from the next blow that would render it unconscious. Its mother cackled and backed away, looking around before running off.
The small one lay there shivering in pain, and almost bleeding to death, curled into a small ball, every part of its body had at least a scratch. Its mother had always insulted it and abused it since the moment it was brought into this world of torture...
But he seemed to shrug off all the insults... this young child, is me. I always ignored everything my mother had done to me, except for one thing... the only thing that ever actually had gotten to me and made my loathing for her stronger, was my name. I hated it more than anything that had ever bare their ugly face to me... and my name, you may ask? My name... is "It".
I remember my entire life as if it were a movie some creature could merely play over and over... the scenes never escaping my mind. Someday I shall share my life with someone... and they will understand how I am who I am. I never have had a break from this hell, and have been lonely, always... and am destined to die the same. This is my story, grasp it and never forget the horrer I have dealt with for many years...
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It was dark, with only a spot of sunlight peeking through the tree's tops on the horizon, singing of the new day. It was about 6 o'clock in the morning, and everything was just starting to wake up. This was a forest bursting with life, and everything was peaceful. Birds sang their merry melodies of morning's awakening, and the others rejoiced and began their daily activities. Near the large forest, a high pitched scream was heard. The scream was of both fear, and pain. All of a sudden, the happy music stopped. Every other noise stopped, except the pleading of a young child... it was as if the world held its breath, waiting for something to happen.
A rather small black cat-like form bust out of the forest, running as fast as its thin legs could carry it out into the prairies. Blood flowed out of it in thick currents, as tears stained its cheeks. It was obviously a runt, from a litter of two, the onyl surviving one. All of a sudden, the creature, still new to the world, and just barely opened its eyes, stumbled over a rock, falling, falling to the earth....
Another form was ontop if it almost ammediately after it fell. This one was a fully-grown female, of the same ebon color and species. The two looked little alike, however. The small one screeched and begged for mercy, its cries hollow in the eyes of the other, who just gave a bloody smirk when she listened. "Mommy... please... let me go! You're hurting me! Stop!" Cried the little one, shielding its face with its arms from the next blow that would render it unconscious. Its mother cackled and backed away, looking around before running off.
The small one lay there shivering in pain, and almost bleeding to death, curled into a small ball, every part of its body had at least a scratch. Its mother had always insulted it and abused it since the moment it was brought into this world of torture...
But he seemed to shrug off all the insults... this young child, is me. I always ignored everything my mother had done to me, except for one thing... the only thing that ever actually had gotten to me and made my loathing for her stronger, was my name. I hated it more than anything that had ever bare their ugly face to me... and my name, you may ask? My name... is "It".
I remember my entire life as if it were a movie some creature could merely play over and over... the scenes never escaping my mind. Someday I shall share my life with someone... and they will understand how I am who I am. I never have had a break from this hell, and have been lonely, always... and am destined to die the same. This is my story, grasp it and never forget the horrer I have dealt with for many years...