Scizor

Scizor ~ This POKéMON's pincers, which contain steel, can crush any hard object it gets a hold of into bits.

Of course by hard objects the pokedex means ones head. How do i know... i lost my first pokemon to a Scizor. My dear sweet Houndoom was lost to me. But i suppose i should start from the beginning.

Since i was little i was never a big battler, I was a show girl. At lest thats what my dad told me, When i turned ten I got my first pokemon, or rather an egg. The egg was a deep black and I had personally gotten to chose it from the local poke-shelter where the unwanted eggs go till there hatched. The egg was a dark black with two sliver lines over an orange spot. The October winds wipped about my face, as i looked at the egg. My eyes were wide as i picked up it up, my first thought being that if i dropped it i might kill my first pokemon so i hung on tightly to it. So tightly in fact that my mother couldn't get me to leave it alone. I slept with it, bathed with it, even tryed to feed the egg what ever i was eating.

I poored my soul into that egg,  It hatched on Halloween inside the egg which i would hardly be found with out was a little Houndour. The pups eyes opened to see my face first, I was proud and happy to see my hard work pay off so much so that i named the little devil dog Demon.

As years went by i trained with demon keeping his fur soft and the bones that adorned his body shinny and bleached to perfection. The day i left home my Houndour Changed the glow around it perfection and as i left home I went not with a pup but with my dog, as though I myself was growing up with this journey.

We battled as much as we could, winning some and losing some. We traveled of course in search of contests, something that I and perhaps even Demon, despite his hate for all things frilly, had grown to love. After years of battles and contest ribbons I felt it was time to return home. I wanted to be there to watch my younger sister leave as it was on her own journey, though her wish was to be the ultimate battle champion.

So the pair of us where on our way home, one day and town after another. Almost home I sware I saw something fallowing us, yet when i informed Demon he mearly huffed at me eager to get home and see what pokemon my sister had chosen. Several miles down the road I expressed my feelings again, this time Demon turned looked about and used Roar. One of his signature contest moves, I heard the shuffling of pokemon running away from the sound and I was at peace. Sadly a few more miles down the road I began to worry once more, and informed Demon. He rolled his eyes and used the Roar, once more there was the hurried running of pokemon afraid my push over of a pokemon was going to eat them.

Before long the town was in sight and I was greeted by my little sister who informed me that on top of waiting till she was 13 to get her own pokemon she did not go with an egg but rather a small and sweet little Cyndaquil who slept on her lap almost as much as it battled. We talked and laughed and i gave her a few helpful Tm's I had bought on my trips and Demon tried to teached Cyndaquil Roar, who just couldn't quite get the move down.
Somehow I ended up having my own personal contest in town, Demon and I ended up teaching many of the younger kids and teenagers in town about contests and some special moves. Wall my sister and her Cyndaquil mearly battled with those who wern't content with learning from my own mistakes.

Somehow in the whole mess of going home to see my sister off I ended up agreeing to lead her to the nearest city and then ditch her there. Demon of course got some sick twisted kick out of the idea. I think he thought he would be able to convince Cyndaquil to be a show pokemon as apposed to a battle buddie. About halfway to the city though my sister came to me with a concern. She thought we were being followed. Cyndaquil who was resting in her arms made no effort to look or pitch in on the conversation.

Demon used roar this time there was no shuffling, no flurry of frightened pokemon just a single sound of wings buzzing. The snapping of claws and screams of metal on metal. Demon and I both turned my sister on the other hand ran, maybe because i told her to but she ran all the way to the pokemon center.

Demon and I looked at the Bug the red gleam of its shell shinning in the light, the pokemon looked famished yet its eyes seamed crazed to me. Like Demon and I were on the menu, The pokemons wings buzzed the sounded made me cover my ears out of hate and pain. Demon howled in pain, and then used Roar. The Scizor mearly came closer eyes firmly fixed upon my unhappy pile of fur and bones. With out my knowing Scizor attacked and Demon retaliated, fire speud from his mouth as the bug used what i can only assume was Night Slash. Blood jumped into the air from the pokemons hit before the Scizors wings moved together again.

This time I screamed, don't ask me why since i don't think i can ever describe the pain from that sound, imagain Glameow claws on a chalkboard and then take that sound and multiply it by the amount of Magikarp you will ever see in your life, thats about as bad as it was. The Pokemons eyes flipped toward me and it lunged, I don't recall much after that... but then at the same time i do. It came at me and I hit a rock, I know i blacked out but when my eyes opened up my little Demon was covered in blood and the Scizor seamed unscaved.

I remember Demon licking my face, growling in my ear trying to get me to wake up as he made sure that i wasn't hurt further. Then red Something big and red grabbed my best friends face and pulled him off of me, then Roar, and a crunching sound and then the sticky red gew, the sounds of flesh being pulled off of bone and the pained crys of my pokemon being not just killed but eaten.

I remember Demon barking at me i know he didn't want me to see but... i couldn't leave him there, not like that. I... I ran though, i ran the last thing i heard was Demons prize winning Roar  behind me.

So now every year on this day and of course Halloween i go to the spot of the attack where that Scizor took my first pokemons life, the one that saved me and my sister. I'll never forget my best friend, and my greatest pokemon. So if you are ever on your travels and you happen upon a small grave with show ribbons inside the stones case, please take a moment and think about your pokemon and all the ones that know Roar.