Pokemon Drabbles and Oneshots!

Drabble 12 (Hoennshipping)

Well, TBH, this isn't ship-y, but really drama-y. But read, please. A realistic, devastating version of OR.

May walked through Littleroot, her birth town, and her shoulders shook with sadness. A tear traced down her cheek and splashed onto the harsh, cracked ground. The sun baked her skin - literally, her skin turning redder than the once green grass. She looked at route 101, at her house where she met her crush - Brendan. The house was no more than simply a wreck of wood and bricks - her favourite route where her father once got stuck with Poochyena was no more than a baked earth path. She saw Sidney thrown to one side - his neck was broken, and his Absol was still out - the pokemon looked worse than simply fainted. Glacia's hair was burnt to a crisp - and her last pokemon, Glaile, was actually MELTED. She gasped at the sight, yet moved on, her shoes kicking up the gritty dust.

She saw the other two Elite four - she couldn't remember their names, but they looked terrible, blood splattered all over their clothes, burn wounds all over their body.

Steven himself was lying in a tree, brokenly hanging off - a fresh wave of tears broke out at the sight. His Metagross had clearly done some damage - the characteristic shape of it's claws were engraved into Groudon's side - yet Groudon. Yet still she moved on to the bright light that was Groudon. 

There was a thump next to her, and Brendan landed amongst the broken trees. He looked so much more blank, calm, but in his eyes, tears brimmed too. She could see the raw horror - that survival was now no longer guaranteed. His hand slipped into her's, glad to find another living soul - she would've been mortifyingly embarrassed if the situation at hand wasn't so daunting. She stomped, and Groudon turned, the titan of a pokemon roaring and nearly blasting her off her feet - but Brendan kept her steady. She turned and smiled a sad smile at him for a second - then her hands flew, all six of her pokemon flying out.

"GO! EVERYBODY!"

Their cries rang out in unison, sounding tiny in the roar of Groudon, and the sound of Precipice Blades ripping apart the ground, but their was determination behind it.

After all, they were Hoenn's last stand.

Their last line.

Good thing they were a damn good line.