Irony of Fate II: Rewritten

The people of Fortree are too superstitious for their own good. When something bad happens, they blame it on the Absol who live near their town.

"Disaster Pokémon", they call us. Why do we necessarily have to have something to do with it? We just want a life in peace with our mates and children. It's glaringly obvious: we don't do anything to induce bad luck for them. Why would we, anyway? Unless they're going to claim that our mere presence brings bad luck, which I just have to laugh at.

Humans are strange sometimes. Not that we don't have our superstitions too, but they always make more sense than that! And we would never go around killing for our superstitions. Well, I wouldn't, at the very least.

But they did. They came with their death staffs – which I believe they call 'guns' – and started shooting left and right. I don't know whether they were intended to kill us or scare us off. But it isn't the intention that matters; it's the result. And the result is a ruined family. Dead father, dead children, injured mother on the run. Not pretty.

And when they finally caught up with me, I thought it was the end of the mother too. But the gun didn't kill me; it only put me in a deep sleep.

I believe that will forever remain the oddest experience of my life. A bright orange, endless space, both light and dark absent, time nonexistent. Was it a dream? It felt like one, but something tells me otherwise. I guess I will never find out.

But when it ended in a flash of red, there came the part that has bothered me ever since. In a matter of minutes, I managed to unintentionally set the building that I had somehow ended up in on fire, slash a human child's arm in self-defense and get myself cut all over when something sharp and invisible rained over me as I tried to jump out.

Intentional? Definitely not.

Disaster? Maybe.

My fault? Too ironic to be true.

Too ironic to be my fate.