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How did it happen? When did it happen?
The screams, the blood, the pain,
Why did you do it?
Didn't you know?

My arms are still dirty, though the blood is now dry,
I hear not their speeches, I feel not their eyes,
Apologies, comforts, meaningless drivel.
They stand in the way of the door that hides you.

Footsteps, a murmur, a part in the group,
A blood-covered apron, gloves not removed,
I can't see their mouths, but they're frowning, I know,
Their eyes stare at me with a pitying glow.

"Sorry," they say, "There's no more we can do."
How can that be, and why say it to me?
They should have said 'sorry' to you.
©2007-2009 ~Tomoshibi
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Miles turned, the jet of flame missed his arm by milimetres, so close that part of his shirt singed and he staggered away in blind reflex. He turned on his attacker, arm raised for a counterattack, but he was thrown forward as another of the group's assailants drove a flight-powered kick into his back, his hands shooting out to spare him from a faceful of cold ground.

Anticipating an attack, he tried to roll, but a diamond-hard hoove crashed into his shoulder, forcing out a cry of pain as he was flipped forcefully onto his back. Supporting himself on his arms, he righted himself enough to stare at his initial attacker, ten feet away and posed for another blast. The flames hurtled towards him with blinding speed.

She was between him and the attack before he could even consider a dodge, the flames striking her full in the chest hard enough that she was thrown back nearly on top of him...his arms shot out reflexively to catch her and he instantly regreted it.

The flames had burned a hole in her shirt, but it was hardly notable other than where the black-burned skin had cracked open to bleed, the burn running from her stomach up to her neck, head lolling to one side on his arm, face frozen in shock even as pain paralyzed her.

He stared for a few moments, mouth moving mutely until a single word was forced out--nearly torn from him in his shock.

"/Isis/...!"


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I felt that this piece needed an accompanying explanation ^^; I'll let you all draw your own conclusions...if anyone bothers to read that XD

For protection's sake, the characters in the 'short' are...

Isis, the slightly insane but firmly loyal gym leader-Mine
Miles, the poor, mentally tormented Ditto morph-Hae-yon's, bless that girl X3
Varick and Rune, the 'twin' Zubat and Houndoom morphs-Mine
Saleem, the weird but loveable jackass Rapidash morph-Mine

Yes, they're Pokemon characters XD Surprise!
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Nice little poem, it has a great rhyme to it. And I like the idea for the Pokemorph story you've got there... though, I admit, I can't really see the link between the two. ^^;

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The poem is the hospital scene that followed Isis getting burninated XD Danke =3

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Yeah... We're pretty good at bastardizing a children-friendly concept into a full blown horror story, hahaha. You already know I like the poem, but I'm going to reiterate for you. aoweijuwaoeirj WOO MORBID POETRY
... I gotta wonder though. How the heck did they survive long enough to get Isis' burninated self to the hospital? Hahaha. Aahh... Arpee. Good times.

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Hahaha! XDD Go us! Yey for reiteration =3

...Seeing as it's not an arpee situation, I don't /have/ to come up with a rational explanation! HAHA XD

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Still sad, man *Shakes fist at*

And still awesome XDDDD These two are never going to catch a break are they? ..Or any of the others.

Woe is life. XD

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"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
Geez, there's some sad, dark stuff, yo.

I do like the poem. I like how it rhymes. I seriously want to start writing songs, but I pretty much think I suck at everything I do, so it doesn't go to well when I try.

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“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind," said Dr. Seuss
Sad and awesome, my work is done XD

..And no, no that's not very likely XD Come on, what do you expect?

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..It rhymes? oO; Only parts of it rhyme XD

Hmm, well, you could start off with a single line and then just build on it over days or whatever X3 The last stanza in this rotted in my writing file for weeks

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Ah, I see now. ^^

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