Better This Way
Hearts Note: I like Ash/Satoshi. But I also like the Char family. And I've also been abandoned a few times, so I'm clingy. I can understand where Charizard is coming from in hating/disrespecting Ash (Earn it to use it), but I can also understand that the big old Fire Dragon will sometimes need saving. And no matter how cold and heartless (not to mention utterly STUPID) Ash can be, he does care for his pokemon.
Takes Place: Third Movie (AU)
Written To: By The Way-Hinder
Disclaimer: Pokemon is Nintendos
This isn't right.
This
just
isn't
right
I don't understand!
Yes, I hate him for not caring for my own safety, but he doesn't deserve to die this way! He...he had his whole life ahead of him. He still has to choose a mate, he has to win those battles that he always talked about, he has to...take care of us. We're his family.
MEW BE DAMNED, THIS ISN'T RIGHT!
He can't be dying, no. Not unless it's by my claw and flames, not unless it's me doing it! That stupid mutt! I'll flay you! I turn, but his hand is still on my tail.
"It's ok Charizard. It's better this way..." Pikachu is crying. Don't you see Ash, she loves you. But tears won't bring you back this time. Not this time. Your mother, your friends, they won't get here in time. Snorting flames at the ignorant dreamer that caused this, I make her scream in fear.
Or maybe it's all the blood you're losing. That could also be it.
Still, even if you're dying, you're still smiling. With no small effort, you release the rest of us. The rest of your family. They all try to stop the bleeding, but stop after a moment. You cradle Pikachu to your heart, and she is still crying. You say something into her ears, and she stops crying for a moment, long enough for me to have to shake my head violently to stop the single tear I am letting fall. But the moment is over to soon, and your mother is running to us, screaming out your name as your friends come barreling up the stairs. But they don't hear the last words you speak to me, to all of us.
"I love you guys..."
My head falls to my chest. You're gone. Everyone cries, and Pikachu leaps to your mother for comfort. The ignorant dreamer is standing there, staring with wide eyes as the blood laps around her shoes. The mutt who killed you is vanishing with her innocence, as are all these crystalline rods. The ones trapping you vanish, and I pick your body up into my claws. Your friend, no, your brother, turns to the dreamer and screams.
"Don't you see?! This is what you've done! This is what the rest of us will have to live with! I hope you're happy Molly Hale, becuase we've got to move on without him!" The red headed girl sets her hand on his arm, and shakes her head through the tears as your mother returns everyone to thier balls and looks to me. I bow, letting her and Pikachu onto my back. She turns to your friends, and they nod sadly. They'll go down another way and let the rest of you family know. We'll return home and prepare for the burial. I lift off the blood stained ground, wings making the carmine liquid ripple and splatter onto the walls. Wall where innocence was lost, walls where a son was killed.
Walls which will remain between us forever.
And as much as I hated you before today, I can't hate you now.
Goodbye, Ash.
Heart's Note: Written in 10 minutes, as a semi emotional rant. Don't like, don't review. Simple as that.