I DO NOT OWN POKEMON. BEGIN!
Dawn's POV
"AAAAAHHHH!" I screamed as I was shocked by the electric collar while I trying to escape, again. Ursula told me, "No matter how hard you try, you're not getting away." I suddenly had an idea, but it was risky. I think I heard Paul's voice somewhere...
May's POV
I sadly walked towards the ski lift with Brianna in tow. "Where are the other girls?" I asked. Brianna told me, " They're in captivity, like you. Some are in better situations than others but none is worse than yours."
"What's that supposed to mean!?" I asked concerned. She didn't reply. Suddenly, everything went dark.
Yellow's POV
"HHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Why was I screaming for help? Well I was hanging above a Sharpedo pool with no hope of rescue. If this is the end of my life, I want to confess about what's on my mind. First, I love Red. I think Brianna has something to do with our captures, and I hope I'm rescued soon...
With Paul...
Paul found the exit to the cave with a few obstacles, such as wild Golbat chases. When he found the exit, he found Dawn.
"DAWN!" He exclaimed. However, Dawn didn't look the same. Her eyes were pink and she was surrounded by a pink aura. She used psychic powers to attack Ursula and started gathering energy from the psychic Pokémon and released a beam towards Ursula. Ursula was hit and never seen again. However, Dawn collapsed to ground. "DAWN!" Paul stared at her lifeless body. His eyes welled up with tears and began to cry. All of a sudden, Dawn's soul came out of her body in human form. "Paul," She said as she intertwined her hands with Paul's. "I must go, but remember one thing. I will always love you." When she let go of Paul's hands, she began to float away. Paul stared at her retreating figure while tears fell down his face. "DAWN, NO!" He screamed as she disappeared. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Paul looked up to see Ash and Misty. They all embraced and mourned at the lost of their friend.
THIS CHAPTER WAS SO FREAKING SAD, I CRIED WRITING IT.
Review in the memory of Dawn Berlitz.