Chlobo's Advanceshipping Collection

The Bloody Hand

"Oh May, my love..."

There he stands on top of the hill - my love, Ash Ketchum. But he's not the man I know, nor is he the man I love. He's been possessed again. I remember this from before. I've heard it's happened more than once. There's something pure and tender about him, he has a heart of gold. He would never be able to impose harm on anyone. Sure there are the battles, but those are different - that's just a sport.

"You're speechless I see? Why aren't you happy to see me? Do you not find me sexy anymore."

"Of course I do." I'm struggling to find the right words. I'm alone, no one can mock me but this putrid soul that's invaded Ash's body. "Ash? You don't need to lick your fingers."

"But I had the most tastiest meal ever."

"I'm sure you did." I don't want to know the details, but judging on the red stains on his coat and bones sticking out his pocket, I'm guessing their humans!

He's an easy target. Wears his heart on his sleeve. A perfect host for a demon to wreak havoc on us mortals. But why...why do they always have to pick on Ash. Well, I'm not having it anymore. They're coming out of Ash's body right now! Even if it means that I have to die, at least he'll be free. And he's been the only guy I've been in love with, but I'm not the only girl who has been in love with him. There will be plenty of beautiful women Ash can call his princess.

And yet he's chosen me.

The howls of the wolves clash with strikes of thunder. Ash tilts over and grins with his arms wide open. In my delicate hands rests an odd keystone. This could be the key to setting Ash free from this wretched spirit. He's smiling with a malice look in his gleaming eyes. A smile devoid of any compassion.

I can see right through this monster. Ash's soul is trapped in the blood-soaked clothes. The whispers in the wind beg for me to help. Every whisper is in Ash's voice. I can't deny their pleas. Thier calls. Their invitation.

If this was a fairytale all it would take was a true love's kiss. But this isn't a fairytale...this is a bloody nightmare. Too many people have died to this curse, I can't let them take another. Without a second thought, I throw the odd keystone on Ash's face and dash towards him. I pull him by the collar and kiss him.

The bloody hand smears blood all over my face. I'm too focused on the kiss. A screeching roar echoes in my ear as the keystone shines and forms a spiritomb. The spiritomb runs away and Ash gasps for air.

"...Ash."

"...May!"

Ash croaks and shakes on the ground. All I can do is hold him in my arms until the epileptic fit calms down. "It's okay." My tears wash the blood away. "You're safe now."

"There's blood!" Ash screams. "What happened? What did I do? How did this happen?"

"It doesn't matter anymore."

In that moment we embraced as if the world was counting on it.