Cruelty, thy name is
The three pokemon trainers, Ash, Misty, and Brock were on the road to the 
famous jolt league, home to another place where ash could get another chance 
to  claim himself worthy of the title master trainer.  He was practicing 
using Charizard, and the results were quite comforting. Charizard was 
starting to obey ash some of the time, just not when it came to fighting 
pathetic pokemon, like Brock’s onix. Charizard was in the middle of training, 
learning to perfect its rage skill., and they were practicing on Brock’s 
vulpix, another fire pokemon, and it wasn’t going well for Vulpix. 
Suddenly, Ash yelled something incomprehensible to Brock alone,  for Misty 
and Charizard seemed to understand.  Charizard’s entire temperament changed.
Instead of practicing on Vulpix, the charizard set its eyes on Brock, 
looking him up and down. Brock began to get unnerved, wondering why it was 
looking at him like that.
 "The poor fool," Misty muttered under her breath. 
Charizard, caught in an utter rage, leapt, like a raptor, onto Brock’s chest, 
scratching him almost to his ribs.  Brock, caught only in pain, couldn’t think, 
couldn’t breath, couldn’t know why this charizard was attacking him...
it struck again, going for his legs. The bones cracked, and punctured through 
the skin, each tear in brock’s body a fountain, a fountain of blood, bleeding 
onto the cracked ground.
"Ash, why are you it letting do this to me" Brock cried, tears of pain 
cascading down his cheeks, mingling with the blood on the ground.  Ash didn’t 
make a move, just stared at Brock’s battered body with a look of horror.
Brock tried to pull away, but the charizard tackled him, pinning him to the 
dirt as his body was mutilated. And then he realized, he wasn’t a good person, 
he was just a person; all those times that he had laughed, talked with misty 
and ash, they had been flukes; his whole life had been just a cruel lead, a 
lead into his death. He realized then, seconds before death, that he had 
wrecked his life, by believing in friends; for why would someone befriend 
someone like him; and he died, his body, himself, becoming nothing but a 
cadaver.
"Ok, Charizard, he’s dead, you can stop now,"  Called Ash. 
Charizard turned his head, pausing from his meal. He listened to ash now, for 
they both shared something: a hatred for that stupid fool Brock. Ash and 
misty had planned the whole thing, and Charizard was more than happy to 
comply. Ash thought to himself alright, a way to feed Charizard and kill 
Brock at the same time!
"Hey, ash, shouldn’t we divide up Brock’s pokemon and stuff?" Misty called.
"Yeah, remember what we decided? I get all the pokemon except Vulpix, and you 
get Vulpix and the rest of his stuff".  Ash answered. 
So, ash and misty continued their journey, each with  some new pokemon, and 
without a bothering annoyance.
                      The end
         
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