Beautiful Illusion

OOC ~ ...it's my brother that's good with Pokemon, not me =< lol, but anyways, awwrighty. Thanks ^^;;

The female instantly froze once again...shock coursing through her that these creatures could have resisted an attack such as hers as they had - the lances that decorated her fingers were deep into its flesh, and yet it made no sound; any other victim would have cried out in pain. She had known none before to have resisted; some may have survived, however, most found themselves dead. a certain coldness rushed over the female as she stiffened slightly...inexplicably, the creature was inside her mind.

"No..." She uttered, eyes taking on a strangely vacant form - the likes of which she had never before found herself expressing. Upon any normal occasion, a Homunculus would most likely remain resistant to something of this calibre...she had never considered her ability to remember scenes of her previous life a weakness before now - in spite of the pain they had caused from time to time. She moved her legs a little, small groans issuing from her mouth as she did so...it was not the easiest of feats. Her breathing had deepened, as she struggled to see through her own eyes. It was then that she noticed the steady dripping of her own blood, elicted from her mouth, and travelling towards what was left of the stadium...it dulled the otherwise excruciating pain in what would have been her womb.

"Hah...such...a bastard..." She murmured once again, spitting a little of the blood out - she somewhat realised what this was, though did not fully understand. The daggers that were her fingernails not only cut through the creatures gut, but also her own - invisible. The pace of her breathing quickened a little, as she struggled to concentrate on something other than the pain, driving her so-called weapons deeper into Mewtwo's flesh...she could not die from this. She would be wounded, but wounds always healed...and surprisingly quickly for a pawn in a greater plan.

"Do you like that...?" She questioned, replacing the wincing, pained expression - the one that took its place was laced with malice, and determination, strangs of her ebony hair falling into her bloodied face, as the pain burned, becoming ever more unbearable, blood seeping in greater quantities from the mouth of the 'woman'; her already pale skin paled ever more as the blood rushed from her...but still, she drove the daggers in...

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