((Fodmodmadtol))

A high pitched scream rattled the back alley as a small child came running down, meeting a wall quite quickly. The child was shaking and had no will to turn and face what would be his death. He could only weep as he saw the shadow of an Dodrio make itself evident on the wall he was facing. Then the cawing. He looked up to see a row of Pidgeys lining the crest of the wall, to see Spearows flooding the window sills of the adjacent apartment building, and to see Pidgeots and Fearows gliding overhead in large circles. Doduos and Pidgeottos were sitting complacently on the edge of the roofs bordering the alley, peering down with an evil, cold stare to the intended victim. The small child turned to face the Dodrio now looming just a few feet away, and looked up to find the laundry lines and power cords stretching between the buildings lined with countless bird Pokemon.

The birds.

The birds.

It was all silent, and then the cawing erupted, the Dodrio going out into a frenzy as it ripped the small child to shreds, blood splattering the back wall he was cornered against and blotting the concrete on which his frail form was ripped. His flesh was slashed and his eyes pecked away, but most of it hidden as a gaggle of Mukrows came to swarm around him as the Dodrio backed away, feathers rife with blood.

Yay for Alfred Hitchock.