((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.
