Dies Irae: Day of Wrath

Disclaimers: If I owned Pokemon...I'd be filthy rich. Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri. I worship you, Satoshi~!

Dedication: To my dear friend, Peach Wookiee (her FF.net nickname). She was the one who helped me come up with this story, and the one who created the prologue. She is one of my best friends, even if I've never met her face to face. She's so supportive, and very enthusiastic about the smallest thing--which makes me smile everytime I talk to her. I wish to someday see her face to face, to get to know her even better. She is, in all honesty, like a second mother to me. I love her. Thank you, Peach. For everything! =3

AN:// I came up with the idea to write this short story (which will most likely evolve into something else) while showing Peach a very neat track from the movie, Signs. The track, a background music piece used near the end of the movie, is called "Hand of Fate Pt. 2." It is very intense, and thus got me picturing what it'd be like if there were a Pokemon battle going on to the music. Then I thought, "Hey! Why not have Pikachu be injured really badly, or even worse--killed? And then Ash can unleash his fury on whoever killed his little buddy?" And Peach and I just started brainstorming...and voila~! Dies Irae (Latin for "Day of Wrath") was born! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Prologue

A dark man wandered through the forest. He wore dark pants and a dark T-shirt which matched the darkness of his soul. He had spiky dark hair and one red right eye. There was no left, as it had been destroyed in an accident. His name was Kain Wolfbane and he was a Pokemon murderer. But not just any Pokemon would do for his victims. He liked to murder electric types, having been carrying a deep hatred for them ever since he was little.

He had been a member of Team Rocket, but had been kicked out when he murdered the Raichu of Bonnie and Clyde, a proud tag team. No one knew quite why Kain hated electric types, but that didn't matter. Today, he saw a Pikachu riding happily on a dark-haired boy's shoulder. And now, his lust for electric-type blood was bursting to the surface.

"Your time is at hand... Pikachu..."

Perhaps if Ash Ketchum had known what was to come, he would've cuddled Pikachu a little bit closer. And perhaps he would've figured a way to stop it. But alas, we of the human race are limited by our present.

And so, Kain Wolfbane decided to make his move.

AN: That's all for this page. =P According to Peach, having the Prologue seperated from the first chapter is better and more agonizing for captured readers! >=3 (She also noted that prologues are better kept short.) Hope you enjoyed this short little section. =P And, yet again, thanks Peach for all your help on this story!