(A/N: Hello, Schizo's back! Here today, we have Mr. Edward Elric to read our disclaimer.
Ed: Um, Ari doesn't own pokemon. Or me. Why am I here? I'm not even in this...
Ari: No, but you're Michelle's bish. (snaps fingers) KIDDO!
Kiddo: Come on, back to Michelle's house, Edo...
Ed: HELP MEEE!!
This disclaimer is in honor of Michelle, my first reviewer and best friend. Send her love. Oh, and one more thing; Merope is NOT from Merope Gaunt of HP fame. Merope was orginally a star's wife, and that's what this one's based off of. Okay?)
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Azrael hurred. "Not very directive, are you?" "Up yours." "Yeah, that's what I thought." Luna then yelled, "Oh, hell… um, Az?" "Yeah?" He said. "We're lost." They were in front of a beat up, run down village. " 'S not on the map…" She looked up suddenly. What she saw brought her to her knees. The huts were smeared with blood and fur, and the post in the center of the village had three terrible things impaled on it; the tail of an Espeon, the pelt of an Umbreon, and the scythe of an Absol.
Luna felt a sour taste in her mouth, and she swayed, falling on her face. "Oh, goddess, no…" "LUNA!" Her pokemon screamed. " 'S okay, I'm alright…" She groaned.
"Miss, are you okay?!" An old man shouted. She nodded. "I guess…" He smiled. "Well, then, child, come stay with us for awhile! God's doors are always open!" "Wha… What are those… things doing on the post?" The old man frowned.
"They're vicious pokemon, who deserved to die. Come now, dinner's almost ready." Azrael and Feraia, hearing 'deserved to die,' hid. They would keep an eye on Luna where it was safe.
She stepped into the dining room. Sparse, but large. The people were dressed plainly, except for the elaborate crucifixes around their necks.
"Family, I bring a wandering sheep. In the name of Jesus, we will save this soul!!" "Amen!" The group thundered. "Now let us give thanks and praise, for the Lord our Master has driven out the spawn of Satan!" Luna was confused. "Um, what spawn of Satan?"
The man thundered, "These beasts they call pokemon!!!" He screamed the last word, spittle flying from his mouth. "They plague this land, defying God's orders with evolution! And the beasts serpentine, oh, the satanic serpentine! They are nothing but agents of hell!"
He started a chant. "BEASTS! BEASTS!! BEAAASSSTTTSSS!!!" Luna clutched her chair in terror. "Oh, god," she whispered, but no one heard her. They were in a frenzy now, banging on tables, swinging the crucifixes, and drooling. "SAVED!! SAAAVVED! BLESSED ARE WE!! GOD GIVEN!!"
This last part was repeated, over and over. "GOD GIVEN! GOD GIVEN! GOD GIVEN!" Luna fled, screaming.
"Help me! THEY'RE BLOODY BARKING MAD!" She stopped. "...I know, this is a dire situation, I could die, blah, blah, blah... but, heh, 'bloody barking mad' is the shit."
She rolled her eyes. Heading as far away from the now-riotous dinner hall, she spotted an abandoned hut. It had the distinct scent of pokemon. She headed in, cautious. There were three pokemon there, slumped over, death and defeat in their eyes and bearing. Luna was stunned. "Um, I thought they killed all of you off?"
One looked up. "Why are you here?" It didn't sound mad, just confused. "I ran away from teh crazees..." The pokemon quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes. Because homicidal Christians are always called, 'teh crazees...'" Luna nodded solemnly.
"See, you understand!" The pokemon's eye twitched. The other stood up. "How… do you understand us?" "I don't know," Luna answered honestly. "I've always been able to do this." The pokemon's eyes glinted with hope for an instant, then it straightened.
"Well then. I am Merope. Absol." The other said softly, "I am Nyeros. The fall of light itself. Umbreon." The Espeon spoke. "…." "She's Cybela." Merope said. Luna recognized it; the Espeon wouldn't talk because of trauma. Her mother's Lapras, Icia, had had the same condition. "So, why did they kill your parents?"
Merope snarled, "I am the finite. The disaster pokemon supposed to bring about the end of the world. My mother was shunned from her pack, and ran with me. Trying to find refuge here, they killed her. They killed my mama."
She began to break, sobbing hysterically. Luna sat on her knees, and held Merope's head in her lap, and let her wail, as Nyeros continued. "Our mother and father were thought to be unnatural, as they mated outside of their species; and the added bonus of my mother being an Umbreon, it was all they needed to condemn and pontificate." Luna bit her lip.
"Do you want me to help you fight? I think we can beat the people here if we work together." The Absol snarled. "I work with no human." They all turned tail suddenly, and fled out the window. Luna sighed.
Turning back to the huts, she saw the entire group of people watching her, eyes glittering greedily.
"She speaks with Satan's creatures! She's a witch!" The preacher/leader exhorted, arms spread. "And what to we do with witches?" The reply was unanimous.
"BURN THE WITCH!!" Luna screamed, and ran away, only to be caught by the many people surrounding her. They tied her to the post with the dead pokemon on it, and doused her in slick oil.
"Azrael! Feraia! STAY AWAY!!" She yelled. They heard, and watched, powerless, as the man lit the match. The pole began to smoke, and then it burst into flame. Luna screamed as the flames raced up the pole. Behind the bushes, the three pokemon were watching. The Absol shook her head.
"Mother, forgive me." She yowled to Cybela and Nyeros, and they followed her out to Luna. Merope launched herself at the ropes, ripping at them, and soon enough, Luna was free.
"Hi! Are you here to help?" Merope sighed. "I don't really have another choice..." The group, angry at Luna's rescuers, rose up. "KILL THEM ALL! DRIVE OUT SATAN!" The preacher screamed. They rose up. Eyes glinted with malice, and oh, there were so many eyes, so many eyes, so many—
(A/N: Teh Cliffie strikes! And, so I don't get beat up with crucifixes, I mean no offense to all Christians. Just the ones who try to impose their beliefs upon society. Like the thankfully dead Jerry Falwell. If someone tried to get everyone to convert to paganism, you know what these arse monkeys would do? Bitch and moan until it was stopped. And yet they try to do the same thing to GLBT people, blacks, latinos, women, French, Asian... the list goes on and on. Cut the crap. You want to spread hatred, be prepared when someone calls you out for being a complete sack of bladder waste. Just saying.)