Red (boyxboy)

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Blue's POV

Avery moved me to another room, for some reason. Clamped to the wall across from the door. The room is dark with weird purple lighting lanterns on the walls. In the center of the ceiling theirs a big chandelier that's oddly shaped.

Even prisoners are treated more civilized than this. I don't know how much I can take with all this pain. The tears that slid down my cheeks causes me to mourn, mourn of my funeral. It feels like one, but not as cheery.

Avery came in dragging, Red, beside him, dropping Red's backpack right by mine. I don't understand. . . I thought, Red, is one of them? Why would, Avery, cause pain to him?

Questioning, ". . .Red? What happened?"

He tossed, Red, to the middle of the room. Collapsing to the ground, not uttering a sound.

"What's going on?!" I tried to move, "Why would you do that?"

"Red is not working with us, idiot. I formed my body to mimic him!" He laughed. 

The forms of Avery changed drastically as he laughed. Changing to, a male, female, and Red. . . It wasn't him that beat me up. My friend of mine didn't do it! I'm relieved that my comtempt for him is false!

 Suddenly, Red woke up in troubling agony. 

He spotted me, ". . .are you. . .alright?" He mumbled weakly. 

Smiling, "Y-yes, I'm.. just glad that you're o-"

Avery interrupted me, "Stop with the dependence!" He punched me.

"Stop! Don't hurt him!" Red yelled.

Avery lifted my head, laughing viciously, "And what are you gonna do if I don't?"

Punch after punch, he didn't take my pity. The misery spread through me, but what is this that I see? A glimpse of hope from Red? He's limping behind, Avery, preparing for a sneak attack. 

Immediately, jumping on Avery's back. " Ugh- What the hell!" Avery shouted, angrily.

Red wrapped his right arm around his neck. Struggled around while gasping for air, it's not a pretty sight to witness. Avery slammed to the wall desperately trying to get rid of Red. However, Red kicked the back of Avery's knee, causing for both of them to fall down to the ground.

Avery shifted furiously,". . . I hate you! Every one of you! Humans- deserve. . . to die-" Slowly, he shifted back to Zoroark.

Huffing, puffing, and buckling. The final breath of him is discomforting. I never imagined him. . . to kill a person. . .  or a Pokémon. Despite all of this, it's understandable of the murder. Although, it creates a new sight of horrific reality.

"Are you alright?" Red came to me.

Struggling, "Yeah, I'm just a little scratched up. . ."

"Well, it's over now. Let's get out of this pla-" The room violently started to shake.

Objecting, "I don't think it's over. . . "

The room stopped shaking, but the middle chandelier swing back and fourth. Rotating, creating a errie movement.

Red looked up, "Wait, Isn't that a Pokémon. . . " 

Following his sight, "I don't. . . see anyting."

The ceiling cracked while small debris fell down. Morover, the chandelier spun around, showing his face. Dimmed maize eyes with a stitched looking mouth.

Identifying, "That's a Chandelure!"

"Yes I am, quite unfortunate. You pestering vermins has always been a problem. This botheration must stop!" Chandelure dropped down to levitate midway in the air.

"Why? What the hell did we do to deserve this?" I questioned.

"All humans are the same. No heart, no care in the world for us. Always greedy, needy, and picky!" He responded.

"What are you talking about?" Red inquired.

Fuming, "Your pointless questions won't matter anymore. Your miserable souls will be burned by my flames!"

With that, Chandelure blew his mystic purple flames directly at, Red.