She had failed. Again. Another companion. Hurt. The rage and self-loathing surged throughout her body, turning her a dark mono-tone gray, the only source of color being blood, and her glowing red eye. She impaled a Manectric through the neck. Another sign of her failure. Of her inability to help her friends. Shrugging the body off her limb, she turned to the sound of distorted laughter, regarding it coldly. She turned to the source of the noise, another Banette grinned madly back at her. It was almost like a twisted reflection of herself, sure it lacked her swirling red eye, but the similarities were chilling. It's body was torn in multiple places, and it looked like it did nothing to try to repair itself, purple, blood-stained stuffing was falling out as Twilight watched it. It giggled at Twilight's grimace, somehow finding it hysterical. Narrowing her 'normal' eye at the infected's antics, she began to charge a Shadow Ball as a preemptive measure. Seeing Twilight's change in stance, the Infected lept at Twilight and knocked her to the ground. Twilight took several deep scratches before she was able to knock it off with a Night Shade, sending it flying. It landed with grace, and stood back up giggling as it went for a low charge. Twilight hurled her Shadow Ball before the infected's claws could touch her, ripping off the Infected plush doll's arm. It screeched in pain as it grasped at where it's limb used to be.
The Infected glared back at Twilight while it cradled it's wound, and pulled out a needle. Knowing it's intention Twilight tried to rush at the infected before it could use it, to little too late. Twilight fell to her knees as she felt the growing pain start to overtake her, she was cursed. Taking advantage at Twilight's weakness, the Infected Banette rushed at her with claws infused with Shadows. Barely able to get to her feet in time Twilight took the full brunt of the attack, and only by sheer luck it didn't take her head off. Droplets of water started to cascade down from the sky, a rare sight in these parts. Twilight was soaked and injured and even as a group of infected Fearow converged on the two battling ghosts, she couldn't help but smile. She had already won. Pushing herself back up, Twilight faced the Infected with a welcoming grin, and said in a tone that oozed confidence in spite of her situation
"Come at me bro." The horde charged, the Fearow reading their Drill-Pecks and the Banette it's Shadow Claw. Simply smiling, Twilight raised her arm at the Infected, and a massive bolt of electricity arced from Twilight frying all of the Fearow and the Infected Banette. Charred feathers and corpses rained down along with the water, leaving a stench and a stain that would eventually be washed away by the storm. The Infected Banette quaked in rage as it could do nothing to stop it's impending end as Twilight calmly limped up to it. She charged a Shadow Ball and aimed. The Infected screeched weakly. Boom.
Twilight shuddered as she was still under the effects of the curse, but now that it's caster was gone it would eventually fade. She turned to walk away before something shining caught her eye. Bending down to see it better, she noticed that the Banette's arm that was blown was clutching something. It took her sometime in order to wrench the object from it's icy-cold clutches, but when she was done she raised it up for examination. It was a disk a dark Indigo color like herself, with a the serial number '65'. It incredibly had little to no scratches from the battle between the ghosts, and it reflected at her with a shiny finish.
"A TM?" She asked herself.
"It's amazing that it'd still be intact after all this...I better take it. It's not like Raggedy Anne here needs it." After unzipping her mouth and stuffing it inside, Twilight began to limp over to the house where she could smell the scent of fish over the burnt decay. And as she returned to her companions, her color gradually returned.
((Glad to be back mah peeps!))
