Sta.sh
They will suffer. I will make sure of it. Many have already died at my hands, and more are still to come. Humans. The terrible creatures make us suffer. everyday, pokemon have to suffer at the hands of human. I'm only doing what's fair.
What's that you say? Not all are bad? No, If that were true, they would stop the ones who torture us. I have seen it. All of them are at falt. If they don't do it themselves, they sit back and whatch, like we're mearly entertainment.
I'm going after one tonight. your free to watch
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I'd planned how to kill this human. I sat outside of the walls that held the awful creature. My killings are not up to chance. they can't be. I always know how the prey will fall. Tonight is just the same.
I entered quietly. I knew where the girl would be. In her room. in the back of the house. I knew she wouldn't be awake by this time.
But I was wrong.
what I found in the room wasn't a sleeping girl. She was standing, facing away from me. She must have known I was coming, had I made any noise? No. That wasn't possible.
Wait, what is she looking at? It wasn't me. Was she not even concerned? She doesn't seem to be doing anything. Just standing there. No matter. I'd kill her right now. It would take little effort. I then prepared to strike.
Then she turned to face me.
My body felt cold. Her eyes. They seemed so empty. I started to shake. what was this? was it hatred? no, I knew what this was. this feeling. It was fear. fear of what? what was I so afraid of? This human? My insticts told me to run, but I was frozen.
The girl walked passed me, leaving cold air in her wake. I thought she would leave. No. she turned to face me. those cold, empty eyes, Staring me down. The air seemed to thicken.
After that she mearly turned and walked away. I felt as if a huge pressure had been lifted. I walked a bit further into the room, and on the floor sat a note.
"this one..." It said. I turned it over.
"Is mine"
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I've never encountered it again after that night. The one with the empty eyes. The presence that I felt then... was not the girl that I had come to kill. It was something different.
Will I go after it? No.
My mission is to kill humans. It was not human.
I know now that that girl was not mine to take.
In those eyes I saw cold and emptyness, but that wasn't all I saw. I felt a yerning. A yerning for warmth and light. I feel sadness for such a thing as, I too, In this world of darkness, am trying to find the light.
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