the ferryman
he/him
twenty-eight
october fourteenth
lavender town, kanto
knoxsexual
team rocket
executive
alone with all my illusions
TAG WITH @sam
samuel carter
the end
POSTED ON Jul 19, 2022 5:22:22 GMT
how could you do this? how could you leave me again?
well i won’t let you leave me again. i will not be idle any longer. if a monster is what is required to keep you, then a monster i will become.
the howl, familiar perhaps to those with houndooms, looms through the air in an eerie cry. one on each side of the compound, echoing through the ducts. it is the howl of victory and slowly behind it, a screech resounds shortly after and there is a chill in the air. be it the chill of death or of something else altogether more eerie is for one to decide.
radios fizz with static. a message comes through, cutting in and out. screams cause the radio to whine while jumbled and panicked words are gut off, the familiar sound of cracking eyes and chomping of ice echoes through the radio before it cuts off.
sam stands with two houndooms circling around him, snarling at anything around him and snapping at all who approach. human or pokémon, they are cut throat in how they approach. the mega glalie devours body after body, a never ending pit. worse, a gengar follows in the glalie’s lead, picking up limbs and laughing hysterically when he makes them wave at the pair of gardevoirs that are using their telepathy and psychic energies to distort the cameras.
he remains unseen. like a ghost, a shadow; the reaper coming to collect what is his. while it is death he gives, it is knox’s life he plans to take this even. not to return it with death. a shot resounds and it is frozen in the air before him, his gardevoir pulsing the shot back at the one who fired it, through the gun, causing it to explode as his houndooms tag team and take the pangoro down that had tried to fight for its trainer.
one takes it by the arm, pulling it down with fangs laced with a poison that was burning through fur, flesh, blood, and then bone. the pained cry is cut short when it is frozen solid and then shattered with a pulse of psychic energy from aether.
he infiltrated, caught the attention of every guard he could, and took them all out one, by, one. the massacre left behind is nothing to the cause. he has been the reaper time and time again in kanto and he is the reaper even still.
not a beast, not a rocket, not a member of the league; he is neutral in every color, gray in soul, and unwavering in his goal.
he takes eos’ hand and closes his eyes, a tap to knox’ mind is given by eos, trying to connect he and sam’s minds together, to which sam tries to share his thoughts.
knox? i’m here, knox.
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