chameleon67 I saw that this was one of your OTPs so here you go! Next up is tributes to other people (when I get the inspiration), the rest of twerpish 's tribute (again when I get the inspiration) and spark x blanche! :D
She's got blood and burns on her skin, there's tears in her eyes and cuts on her thighs, and her mind is filled with deep, dark pain.
She was a lab rat. A lab rat that had been experimented on, made powerful and mad, and driven by pain to escape, and kill everyone. This lab rat had broken through the whole Team Flare experiment court with just her beautifly. This lab rat harmed everything she touched. The grass under her feet wilted. The rocks crumbled. The steel and marble melted. The people died. The pokemon were the only ones that were poisoned by her touch, and left to suffer in eternal pain. She was dangerous. She needed to die.
She had a name, but no one cared about it now. All they cared about was running away from this mad, dangerous creature.
They'd tried putting her to death, but the bullets didn't harm her. They melted and exploded whenever they made contact. They'd tried poisoning her, but she couldn't eat or drink. The poison in the air was cancelled out by the poison in her body. But they knew soon, she would starve and die of thirst, rotten to the core.
The name of this lab rat was May Maple.
Her hair was pale brown and her eyes were blue, and her world was a dark hole. She was on the run from the people who wanted her dead, and she was slowly destroying the world as she went along.
Nothing could stop her. She hurt too much to hear anyone, or feel anything. She didn't no what "reason" or "conscience" or "human emotion" was anymore. The experiments they carried out on her since she was born had made scars that would never heal, and blinded her to the point that she believed everything was evil and that she must die, in order for the world to return back to normal. And unknown to her, she was taking the world along with her.
Dawn Berlitz was the name of a survivor. She had blue hair and blue eyes, and once believed everything was good, and everything would be better in the end. Now she wasn't so sure.
Dawn wasn't so sure what she thought of May. Even when she saw her now, she couldn't believe how innocent she looked. She looked like any old survivor in the world, blood and burns and cuts all over, except in her her whole body was cut and cursed and dangerous. And even with blood, she was beautiful.
"Don't touch me."
Her voice was surprisingly calm. But then, Dawn didn't know what she was supposed to sound like. She didn't;t even know she was able to talk.
"I'm not going to." Dawn assured her.
"Everything I touch dies. The grass, the roads, the pokemon- Everything."
Silence. Dawn didn't know what to say, even think.
"I could kill you now, just by speaking to you. You best stay away from me."
"You won't."
"How do you know?"
"Try touching the grass."
"Why?"
"I want to see what you can do. Don't you trust me?"
