Dark Battle

Battle

Brother, my brother
Tell me, what are we fighting for
Isn't life worth so much more?

"Pokeball, go!"

I stand ready, staring at you. Hatred and bloodlust so strong I tremble courses through me. A reflection of His anger. The God.

I stand in front of my God, as you do. Our lips draw back in a silent snarl. So do your's and your god's.

We stand in an open meadow. It has been a battlefield before and will be one again. The wildflowers grow on soil soaked with blood. No matter what happens, life goes on, ignoring the pain and death of others.

I have never fought one of my own kind. You don't look like you have either. I never fought within the pack, and our kind is rarely trained. No matter. The gods will it, and it will happen.

I wonder why He sent me against you, rather then a pokemon with an element advantage, but I have seen many gods do this. They often fight with the same element and, whenever possible, the very same pokemon. You are the same kind as me. This is the best of all to see whose is stronger. They do it often, but there are so many kinds that it is rare to get a true match. Our kind in particular is very rare. This will show which god is the better trainer. A pokemon can be weaker but win by element. This shows who is superior more clearly. Yet He wants to win badly...But who can understand a god? They are smarter and better then us.

You look so much like Wildfire...but no, he didn't have that red scar running down his face, or the dullness in his eyes. He is still with the pack, free...I hope. But is it not an honor to serve the gods? I should hope he was captured, after all...

You are looking at me closely, too. Do I remind you of your lost pack?

Strange. For someone who looks so much like him, I still hate you. But why should it matter who you look like? Why shouldn't it? No, it doesn't matter. All that matters is my God, and his wishes.

"Since this isn't a official match, how 'bout a fight to the finish?" says your god. I can feel the bloodlust radiating from them.

"With dark-types? Even if we wanted them to return, they won't stop until one is down," says my God, a touch of smile on His face. He laughs, a hard, cruel sound.

It's true. Only psi pokemon fight as hard as us. We reflect our god's feelings more then most. Failure is not considered. It is better to die trying then give up. It is better to die then fail a god.

"Use quick attack!" calls your god.

"Counter with faint attack!" answers my God

Something about you...it still reminds me of Wildfire. I haven't seen him in years, not since the God caught me, took me from the pack. I doubt I would recognize him if I saw him. I am just making a mistake. You are the only one I have seen for so long, I am just imagining it.

Quick attack misses. I was always was faster then Wildfire... But no, you cannot be him. Of all the pokemon, it is not likely that I would meet him. Yet something about the way you move...

Faint attack hits hard, and you stumble and cry out in pain.

You stare at me. Do you recognize me?

"Use quick attack!" calls my God.

I streak forward at you, ramming your side. You fall over...

"Bite!" calls your god.

"Dodge it" He orders. He is tense, every muscle in His body tight. He focuses on the match willing me to win. Maybe it is really His mind fighting this battle, using my body.