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I'm trying to improve on my one-shots...I just read Scrap's Malice (which was REALLY good by the way), and I thought "I want to have that many reviewers....what makes Scrap so good?" and so now I'm trying to find out by writing my own one-shot. Also, my "K" button suxx, so sorry if it spells "look" "loo" or such. So here ya go, Lunar Hatred.
Lunar Hatred
My dead, black eyes look out at the large white circular object floating in the deep blue sky. As I watch it, I remember the ways they had made fun of me, and the things that made me so different from them.
I had floated to the green garden of grass, tall and lush, feeling good against the scales of my small, foot-long or so body. It brushed against me, and it was one of the best things I had ever felt. The cool air ran against my scales, and as I floated over to my so-called "friends" I had not been greeted by the ones that had loved me when I was the small, ground-dwelling bug called a Nincada. Now they hated me; I was greeted by calls of hatred and calling me an idiot and a freak.
"Hah hah, Koushiro is a freak Pokemon," they would sing. "Koushiro is a dead bug with no feelings, that's what he is..."
I had watched with no eyes as they taunted me, playing games without me and watching as I cried with no tears running down my scales. Then they had all moved away and played what they liked without me.
I had felt such a horrid emotion just then, growing deeper within me and eventually overcoming me. I floated over to them once more, and turned around as if I was leaving. The hole on my back, in between my brown wings had started sucking in everything around it, including those jerks I called my friends. They had been screaming as they fell in, and eventually the screams died as they fell away forever, inside another dimension, never to return.
And still I watch the moon as though it will give me my "friends". They may not have been nice to me, but they were still my friends. But the moon says nothing to me tonight, as it hasn't any other night.
"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" asked a soft voice. I turned around and saw that behind me was a small Pokemon. It was much more beautiful than I, with the white dress it had flowing behind it like a flag. Beneath the dress were two long, pointed white legs. Its head was green, curved around like hair, and below that was a creamy white face and two crimson red eyes.
"Yes, I suppose it is," I said, speaking through my main language of telepathy, as there was no mouth with me to speak with.
"Why were you crying?" asked the Pokemon.
"My friends...they teased me and teased me and teased me and then I thought that they should go away forever and they did."
"Oh...it's quite all right, little one. Gardevoir like myself aren't quite the amazing psychic masters ourself."
"But they're never coming back."
"True, but there are advantages to being a Pokemon of your type. The only things that hurt you are going to be the elements that you are most weak to."
"But I don't want to have that stupid power. The one major problem is that my friends are gone and they will never come back. I can't do that...I can't cope with reality."
"You want your pain to be gone?" the Gardevoir asked.
I nodded.
The Garedevoir waved its arms in a strange fashion, and red light came from them. Flames. The flames licked at me as she put one hand to my skin, and I dropped onto the grass, feeling its warmth for the last time.
And I forever played with my friends...
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I'm not allowed to curse, so that's why there were no curse words in there or anything like Scrap's.
Lunar Hatred
My dead, black eyes look out at the large white circular object floating in the deep blue sky. As I watch it, I remember the ways they had made fun of me, and the things that made me so different from them.
I had floated to the green garden of grass, tall and lush, feeling good against the scales of my small, foot-long or so body. It brushed against me, and it was one of the best things I had ever felt. The cool air ran against my scales, and as I floated over to my so-called "friends" I had not been greeted by the ones that had loved me when I was the small, ground-dwelling bug called a Nincada. Now they hated me; I was greeted by calls of hatred and calling me an idiot and a freak.
"Hah hah, Koushiro is a freak Pokemon," they would sing. "Koushiro is a dead bug with no feelings, that's what he is..."
I had watched with no eyes as they taunted me, playing games without me and watching as I cried with no tears running down my scales. Then they had all moved away and played what they liked without me.
I had felt such a horrid emotion just then, growing deeper within me and eventually overcoming me. I floated over to them once more, and turned around as if I was leaving. The hole on my back, in between my brown wings had started sucking in everything around it, including those jerks I called my friends. They had been screaming as they fell in, and eventually the screams died as they fell away forever, inside another dimension, never to return.
And still I watch the moon as though it will give me my "friends". They may not have been nice to me, but they were still my friends. But the moon says nothing to me tonight, as it hasn't any other night.
"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" asked a soft voice. I turned around and saw that behind me was a small Pokemon. It was much more beautiful than I, with the white dress it had flowing behind it like a flag. Beneath the dress were two long, pointed white legs. Its head was green, curved around like hair, and below that was a creamy white face and two crimson red eyes.
"Yes, I suppose it is," I said, speaking through my main language of telepathy, as there was no mouth with me to speak with.
"Why were you crying?" asked the Pokemon.
"My friends...they teased me and teased me and teased me and then I thought that they should go away forever and they did."
"Oh...it's quite all right, little one. Gardevoir like myself aren't quite the amazing psychic masters ourself."
"But they're never coming back."
"True, but there are advantages to being a Pokemon of your type. The only things that hurt you are going to be the elements that you are most weak to."
"But I don't want to have that stupid power. The one major problem is that my friends are gone and they will never come back. I can't do that...I can't cope with reality."
"You want your pain to be gone?" the Gardevoir asked.
I nodded.
The Garedevoir waved its arms in a strange fashion, and red light came from them. Flames. The flames licked at me as she put one hand to my skin, and I dropped onto the grass, feeling its warmth for the last time.
And I forever played with my friends...
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
I'm not allowed to curse, so that's why there were no curse words in there or anything like Scrap's.
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