It was a cold stormy night. In the forestry that would surround Pallet out, the heavens had opened up high above, raining down hell upon the lands. Pellets of hail beat down on the battle field of the two trainers. Winds whipped wildly about matching the fierceness of the storm. Blood littered the ground, mixed in with small pools of accumulating muddy water. A teenage boy, probably no older then fifteen, struggled in a crawling manner to escape the scene. Gashes were scattered through the boy s body, some shallow and one or two that appeared to be life threatening. Twigs and branches were rammed through his back like a pin cushion surely injuring some internal organs among the boy.
Not too far from him, Almyra leaned casually against a tree. Blood from the human was being washed down her face, dripping off of the edges of her jaw line. Damp hair shadowed the female s eyes, as a small fanged grin came to her face. She could smell the sense the intoxicating fear, brought a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. A gloved hand had come to settle on the weapon that rested in its sheath on her left side. The sound of metal scrapping against metal was heard as the sword was slowly drawn out from the sheath. Violet optics looked through the wet bloodied matted strands of hair, admiring the blade for a moment. Then her attention went to the boy.
Do you fear death?
The voice of the female was heard, not aloud, but in the mind of the trainer on the ground before her. The trainer however, didn't respond with words. Only the sound of a gargled cry of pain was heard from him. His life would soon come to an end a gruesome end.
YOU'VE TORTURED HIM FOR HOURS. FINISH IT ALMYRA, THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE
The sound of Mewtwo's voice cut into her mind with surge of psychic energy being forced into her body, causing the female to jolt backwards against the tree with the sickening crack of bone against bark. For a brief moment, vision was blurred. Instinctively, her hand had caught the tree to avoid falling to the ground. The pain had quickly subsided however as she slowly began to gain control of her own limbs once again. Slowly her eyes opened and a different scene began to play out before her.
Time had turned back several years, nine to be exact, to the night that had changed Almyra s life forever. It was a stormy night, one that closely resembled like the present one. The residents of Pallet Town had all but settled in for the night. Not a single soul would be caught outside in the storm. The DeWynter household was dark. Almyra was safely secured in her room. However, the child had trouble sleeping this night. Tree branches scraped against the window of her second floor room, keeping the child awake. For hours Almyra just laid there, watching the onslaught of rain outside thinking to herself about miscellaneous things to help calm her nerves so that she could sleep.
It would be well past midnight now. Almyra had just finally drifted to sleep when a crashing had jolted the young girl out of her slumber. The atmosphere in the house had changed; it was dark, malevolent evil. For a moment, small trembling fingers clenched at the blanket that covered her small form. Silence had befallen the house hold once again, leaving her to wonder what was going on.
Almyra removed herself from the bed and slowly inched her way to the door knob. Shaking fingers grasped the knob slowly turning it, her voice shaking as she whispered. Momma, Pappa? There was no answer. The hallway was pitch black. As Almyra stepped out into the hallway, she had slipped on a wet floor, turning and landing on her stomach. For a moment she laid there, unsure what had just happened. Climbing to her knees, a flash of lightening would illuminate the hall and her mother s body not too far from her. The substance on the floor was her mother s blood. Almyra froze now in a shock state as she remained still. M-Momma? The young girl whispered out crawling over to body of her dead mother. Her bloodied hand slowly reached out to touch her mouth. However, her actions were stopped in that instant. She could sense it; that malevolent creature. Eyes of the creature illuminated behind her, piercing through the darkness with ease.
THERE S NO ESCAPING.
Mewtwo's voice sounded it like it came from all directions of her. Quickly the child turned around, as another strike of lightning illuminated the hallway and Mewtwo s face. The frightened child s hues stared wide eye up at the Pokemon who had murdered her parents.
The scene changed now, fast forwarding to a few years later. Almyra was thirteen now. The wave of psychic energy had caused the teenager to fly back like a rag doll, her back colliding with a tree causing the child to scream out in pain. Her body fell forward to her hands and knees. Mewtwo slowly walked up to her. As her gaze lifted to his, a jolt of psychic energy would be forced into the child causing Almyra to let out a blood curling scream.
YOU FAILED IN YOUR MISSION ALMYRA. I DIDN'T TRAIN YOU TO BE THIS KILLER TO HAVE YOU FAIL AT IT.
Mewtwo's voice rang out in a painful echo through Almyra's head, causing her to curl into herself until her head was parallel with the ground and she let out a painful scream.
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