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Title: Raw
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: None
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #51, Raw
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri, Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*
Warnings: Violence and gore
Weavile’s claws were still stained with blood as she studied the meal she had caught. She bared her fangs as she began to gut it, carefully removing the liver first. It was full of the vitamins and proteins that she needed. She was so, so hungry…
Torterra stamped his foot impatiently. They were hungry as well. Honchkrow nudged her away so the rest of them could feast. Torterra’s strong teeth chomped through a leg, easily ripping the thigh muscle apart. He carried his prize away from the rest of the group and chewed thoughtfully. The meat was quite tender, but of course, exercise tended to do that.
There was a reason humans enjoyed ‘free-range’ meat, whatever that meant.
Honchkrow picked out the eyes carefully. No one else seemed to want them. They were delicious, soft and chewy. Of course, the color was ugly, but what did that matter? No one would care.
Ursaring easily cracked the rib cage and lifted out a rack. He heard the spine snap under his foot as he ate. Finally, here was a meal he could enjoy. He’d been in a state of near starvation during the months of his capture. Viciously, he stripped flesh from bone, hunger overcoming all else.
Gliscor pushed his way past Ursaring and tore off a chunk of shoulder for himself. The skin was no match for his scythes.
For hours, they ate until they were satisfied. The corpse had been picked clean, with nothing but bones. They tossed the human’s backpack, pokedex, and clothes into the river, before, by mutual agreement, walking off in different directions.
Weavile and Gliscor headed for the mountains. Torterra stayed near the water, needing to rest. Ursaring yawned and plodded towards the forest, ready for a long nap. Honchkrow ruffled his wings and flew off! He was free again.
Days later, when a few wandering trainers passed by, they didn’t even notice a skull and a pokedex buried in the quagmire near a clump of river weeds.
The Shinou League had more important things to worry about than a missing trainer. Trainers could take care of themselves. Why, they had teams of strong pokemon, and every town had a Center.
If there were wild pokemon attacks, there was nothing they could – or would – do. Only severe environmental damage attracted attention, or profit.
Besides, someone like Paul Shinji could easily take care of himself, what with his brutal army. No doubt he was training in some remote location and did not wish to be bothered.
Ash didn’t know why Paul never showed up again. Frankly, he didn’t care. Someone who abused his pokemon was better off dead in a swamp somewhere.
Of course, he’d never say this out loud.
Truth, after all, was often more ironic than fiction.
End Fic
Completed 5/31/08
Paul deserves to get eaten by his pokemon! ^^ I believe eventually, they’d turn on him, unless they’re brainwashed or something!
Red: ^^V
Lance: *Cracks knuckles* Excellent!
Shoyko: *Somewhat green* did you really have to have the pokemon eat him?
Pika-chan: It’s saving resources!
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: None
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #51, Raw
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri, Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*
Warnings: Violence and gore
Weavile’s claws were still stained with blood as she studied the meal she had caught. She bared her fangs as she began to gut it, carefully removing the liver first. It was full of the vitamins and proteins that she needed. She was so, so hungry…
Torterra stamped his foot impatiently. They were hungry as well. Honchkrow nudged her away so the rest of them could feast. Torterra’s strong teeth chomped through a leg, easily ripping the thigh muscle apart. He carried his prize away from the rest of the group and chewed thoughtfully. The meat was quite tender, but of course, exercise tended to do that.
There was a reason humans enjoyed ‘free-range’ meat, whatever that meant.
Honchkrow picked out the eyes carefully. No one else seemed to want them. They were delicious, soft and chewy. Of course, the color was ugly, but what did that matter? No one would care.
Ursaring easily cracked the rib cage and lifted out a rack. He heard the spine snap under his foot as he ate. Finally, here was a meal he could enjoy. He’d been in a state of near starvation during the months of his capture. Viciously, he stripped flesh from bone, hunger overcoming all else.
Gliscor pushed his way past Ursaring and tore off a chunk of shoulder for himself. The skin was no match for his scythes.
For hours, they ate until they were satisfied. The corpse had been picked clean, with nothing but bones. They tossed the human’s backpack, pokedex, and clothes into the river, before, by mutual agreement, walking off in different directions.
Weavile and Gliscor headed for the mountains. Torterra stayed near the water, needing to rest. Ursaring yawned and plodded towards the forest, ready for a long nap. Honchkrow ruffled his wings and flew off! He was free again.
Days later, when a few wandering trainers passed by, they didn’t even notice a skull and a pokedex buried in the quagmire near a clump of river weeds.
The Shinou League had more important things to worry about than a missing trainer. Trainers could take care of themselves. Why, they had teams of strong pokemon, and every town had a Center.
If there were wild pokemon attacks, there was nothing they could – or would – do. Only severe environmental damage attracted attention, or profit.
Besides, someone like Paul Shinji could easily take care of himself, what with his brutal army. No doubt he was training in some remote location and did not wish to be bothered.
Ash didn’t know why Paul never showed up again. Frankly, he didn’t care. Someone who abused his pokemon was better off dead in a swamp somewhere.
Of course, he’d never say this out loud.
Truth, after all, was often more ironic than fiction.
End Fic
Completed 5/31/08
Paul deserves to get eaten by his pokemon! ^^ I believe eventually, they’d turn on him, unless they’re brainwashed or something!
Red: ^^V
Lance: *Cracks knuckles* Excellent!
Shoyko: *Somewhat green* did you really have to have the pokemon eat him?
Pika-chan: It’s saving resources!
