Evening rained down upon the town like an amber veil. Illuminating the buildings and their inhabitants in a golden glow. It was refreshing after the downpour everyone had had to suffer through in the last few days.
Pokémon were starting to slowly make their appearance once again, emerging from their woodland surroundings to cautiously peek out at the edges of the town.
From the insides of a small house, one young girl peeped out. She had been waiting for the rain to pass, and none too patiently either. Ever since that fateful day when she'd caught sight of that wonderful Beautifly she'd wanted nothing more than to see it again, and the dumb weather had stopped that from happening. But, now that it was over, she could finally do what she had wanted to do, which was draw the Beautifly to her.
She giggled quietly, pushing out a vaseful of flowers onto the window sill, then hurried off to go get a chair.
Her mother wouldn't be back from the shops for a while yet, so she was free to do what she pleased. And in this case, doing what she pleased was waiting for that Beautifly to appear.
Scurrying back as quickly as she could manage with the chair in her grip, she placed it down and settled herself into the seat. Still, she was too far away from the flowers, so she pulled herself forwards with a flourish of her feet. As soon as she was close enough, she reached out and crossed her arms upon the sill and rested her chin against them, her eyes firmly upon the vase.
She grinned. The was going to be perfect.
The waiting was the hard part. Five minutes passed, then ten. Soon, she began to grow restless, fidgeting in her seat and breathing out a handful of sighs.
As she turned to get out of her seat, however, a flurry of movement caught her eyes. They widened as she looked back. A beautiful Beautifly was hovering in the air close by, its deep blue gaze focused upon the flowers. As it drew closer, the girl leaned forwards. This was it, she'd finally be able to reach out and touch it! She'd yearned to do this ever since she'd set eyes upon it.
The Beautifly bent its head towards the nearest flower, its proboscis uncurling and wings fluttering gracefully. However, it flitted back as a hand brushed against its left wing, a muted hissing noise emanating from its mouth. It turned to take in the sight of the small human, her fingers still outstretched toward it. The hissing grew louder.
In a moment, the Beautifly had drifted back to abruptly dive forward, its proboscis jabbing at the girl's hand. She cried out, stumbling backwards and pulling her injured limb to her side. Before she could do much more than that, however, the Beautifly had swooped in to dive at her again, stabbing at her with its thin line of a mouth.
It was relentless.
No matter where she ran, it would follow, its cerulean eyes hollow, scary and blank. Eventually, she took refuge underneath the table. But, it followed her even there, stabbing and stabbing at her.
"Why...?" she whimpered. "Why...?"
There was no response.
The Beautifly continued its assault.
She felt weak. It was as if it was drawing her energy from her. Everything she was; it was taking away from her.
The world grew blurry, her vision growing dim. Then everything faded out entirely.
