Pookamon

Dark Reflections (Azrael)

The falling disturbed the assassin, tumbling through the air like a puppet. He grasped Brooke tightly, knowing that she would break his fall and the fall should break her spine. Through the pouring clouds they fell, hitting the ground with a splash that sent water cascading around them, as though it were illuminating them.

There was a strange beauty in life.

The pain jarred through his spine as surely it had through hers, but his sharp ears heard not the fatal "crack". The water had cushioned her fall.

No matter, he had a job to do, and he had more tricks up his sleeve.

He called forth the darkness and the shadows, pushing them towards her fragile, wounded form.

She was beautiful in her vulnerability, like a butterfree that had lost its wings, a fallen angel. He reflected for a moment, soon she would be at peace, in a world where nothing could hurt her, where people like he did not exist.

There was a tenderness in death.

He brought down his arm, grimacing at the pain, his knife sliding into his palm as easily as if it were joined to him.

His cape fluttered about his shoulders, broken wings, broken dreams.

As he prepared to bring the knife around, to commit the killing blow, her hands, delicate and dainty, as blue-green as the ocean, came up behind his head, threading through his hair.

The ocean had her hidden depths, her hidden secrets.

Suddenly his face was pulled to hers, and her delicate, green lips met his dark one’s in a kiss.

A kiss of tenderness.

And suddenly the darkness washed over him too…

A Umbreon and a Vaporeon sat side by side upon a hillside, gazing across at the sun, shimmering through the water vapour.

The Vaporeon turned to face her companion. <<Have you ever wondered if, perhaps, one day, you might like to chase the rainbow?>> She asked.

<<No,>> he replied and smiled at her, <<my dreams have found me here.>>

*The rainbow flashed and things changed.*

The Vaporeon and Umbreon again, walking side by side along the beach front.

<<I’ll never leave you, my dark lover,>> she said.

*Flash*

"You cannot be together," the Master’s voice. "You’re my Umbreon, my Pokemon."

<<No, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.>>

"Well you can’t have her!"

Strong hands grasping a Umbreon, dragging him away from her, Ocean’s beauty.

<<I’ll never forget you, my deep-sea treasure.>>

*Flash*

A dark man, with the features of a Umbreon, awoke upon a stretcher. A thin blanket covered his naked, humanoid body.

"My friend, the vaporeon," he pleaded, "where is she?"

"Where is she?" … "Where is she?"

"I’m afraid she did not survive the transformation."

"Did not survive." ... "transformation."

"She’s dead."

"Dead." How could she be dead, he’d loved her more then life itself.

More even then the rainbow.

The kiss broke and Azrael drew back, his mind screaming. "You?" He whispered. "They lied to me! And now I have slain you!" Standing upright, he drew the cape around himself and fled into the shadows.

He could not cope with the pain. They had taken him from the only thing he had ever loved, the only person he had ever wanted to be with.

And then sent him to kill her.

He hated them.

He hated them all.

He especially hated himself.

The shadows were his comfort, the shadows his relief, but he knew he could not hide. He had to see if she might survive.

He had failed.

He had failed his Boss.

He had failed his Love.

He had failed himself.

The darkness would be his comfort, as it had been Corvid’s.