AGNPH Stories
 

Burning Passion by ashcerulean

 

Story Notes:

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of their original owners. The Character Misty Cerulean is property of the author. The author is in no way associated with Nintendo, Gamefreak, etc. This story is in no way meant as copyright infringement.


The End

Quill opened his eyes and looked around. The last thing he could remember was looking up into the cold cruel eyes of his previous trainer and then darkness. He looked down at his leg and was surprised to see that it was wrapped in bandages. Had the bastard actually tended to his wounds? Quill pushed himself to his feet, cringing as waves of pain coursed through his body, and looked around. He was in a small rustic styled living room complete with cabin decorations and everything, but it wasn’t the poor taste in decoration that sent a tremor up Quill’s spine. All over the walls there were Pokemon heads attached to plaques and stuffed Pokemon sat on shelves. They’re glazed eyes stared down at him accusingly and their mouths hung open as if frozen in a scream.
    “What was I supposed to do”, Quill screamed,”I’m just a pokemon!”
He fell to his knees with hot tears of shame rolling down his cheeks.
    “I’m just a Pokemon!”, he screamed.

***


    The bushes rustled and birds exploded from the trees as a small fox dashed through Cerulean Forest. Next to her ran a wolf, with its tongue lolling out and its ears laid back against its head.
    “Misty, the house is right through those trees”, the wolf said,”this is as far as I can go.”
    “Thank you James...for everything”, Misty said.
    “Don’t talk like that”, the wolf growled,”you and Quill will survive this...this isn’t the end.”
The fox smiled at the wolf. In her eyes and the crooked tilt of her grin there was such a profound sense of sorrow that he couldn’t bear to look at her. The wolf turned and vanished into the undergrowth. Misty continued on her own through the last few feet of brambles and bushes and stood confronting the cabin. As she slowly approached it she began to rise onto her hind legs and undergo a metamorphosis from beast to man. The vulpine curves of her muzzle melted into a human nose and mouth. By the time she reached the door, Misty was a human once again; she reached up and knocked. Inside the sound of footsteps on a hardwood floor drew near; Misty withdrew a pistol from the holster on her belt. With a click the doorknob turned and the door swung open.
    A tall burly man with a confused expression confronted Misty.
    “Who the hell are you?”, he grunted.
Misty clubbed him with her pistol.
    “What the hell!”, he said.
    “Get inside or die bastard”, Misty hissed,”That’s right, real quiet like.”
    “Who the hell do you think you are?”, the man said.
Misty smashed the butt of her pistol into his nose, savoring the crack of the bones breaking.
The man clapped his hands over the splintered remains of his nose and howled in pain. He swung his fist at her, a cruel left hook, but she easily dodged it.
    “Jesus christ lady! What the fuck!”, he shouted.
Misty smiled; she was glad to see that she was frightening him. She led him into the room and forced him onto the couch.
    “Where’s quill?”, Misty growled.
    “Over there you crazy bitch! You’re fucking psycho!”, the man screamed.
    “Stay right there or you die.”, Misty said coldly.
She turned and walked to the cage that held Quill.
    “How ya doing buddy?”, Misty said.
Quill looked up at her with tears in his eyes.
    “Yo..you came for me?”, he stuttered.
    “Yeah you’re my friend”, Misty said.
Quill flung himself at her sobbing.
    “Thank you”,he cried,”No one’s ever come back for me!”
Sobs wracked Quill’s small body.
    “Let me get you of there”,Misty said.
Misty knelt down and looked at the lock. Behind her a menacing form rose up with a club in its hands.
    “Sorry to interrupt your reunion”, the man said and brought the club smashing down onto Misty’s head.

***


    Quill huddled in a corner and watched as the man threw Misty into the cage with him. He  slowly walked over to her and rubbed against her with his muzzle.
    “M...Misty”, he whispered,”Yo..you can wake up now.”
He nudged her again.
    “Misty?”,Quill whispered.
He rolled her onto her back and placed his head on her chest; he heard no heartbeat. Quill whimpered and tears welled up in his eyes.
    “Please Misty, answer me”, Quill cried,”I can’t lose you.”
Misty lay there unmoving. Quill sobbed and shudders wracked his small frame. He laid down next to her cried.
    “Hmph. You always were weak”, the man said,”always holding back.” “What? Did you think you could save them?”
Quill growled and bared his teeth.
    “Don’t make me laugh, you won’t hurt me. You could never kill ‘em could you?”
    “You’re right”, Quill hissed,”I won’t kill, not Pokemon or people, I’m not a monster like you.”
    “You killed plenty of Pokemon and you know it.”
    “No...no I never..”
    “You think I let ‘em go? I just followed along and Bang!”
    “But..but I never killed them.”
    “You wakened them for me. Besides their still dead.”
Quill flinched at the cruel remark. The flames running down his back flared up with his anger and now burned steadily.
    “I learned a lot from you.”,Quill said,”You taught me that there really is evil in this world. You taught me the pain and suffering a trainer can inflict on his Pokemon. But most of all, you taught me that evil must be destroyed. Burn in hell!”
Quill opened his mouth as wide as he could and let loose with a jet of flame comparable to those found in the deepest regions of the underworld. The man stumbled backwards as flames devoured the soft flammable fabric of his clothing. He turned and stumbled towards the kitchen leaving a trail of ash and melted fat in his wake. Quill felt no pity for the man as he watched the flesh on his face begin to run. He felt no sorrow as the fire burnt away the mans hair and ate at his soft fatty belly. This man deserved no pity. He was a monster, a piece of slime not fit for life. Quill turned back to Misty and admired her. Even in death she was beautiful. He curled into a small ball next to her and wished on death. Without his goddess he no longer wished to live; she was the only one who could have helped him with his guilt.

***


    Ash pushed the door to the small cabin open and stepped inside. The smell of burnt flesh and blood hung thickly in the air as well as the sour stench of death. Ash walked into the living room, followed by James, and stopped. In the corner there was a cage and in the cage was Misty. She lay on her back with Quill curled into a small ball next to her. He walked slowly to the cage, aware already of what he would find, and knelt down beside it. Misty and Quill were both dead.
    “I’m sorry Ash”, James said.
Ash just sighed and hung his head. At least they finally seemed happy.
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