PMD - Death

"A-AURGH!!!"

G-grovyle's plan failed...! I silently wailed. It was good plan… I only wish the Sableyes had hit the ropes… How… Dusknoir…

I fell on the cold, hard stone with a loud thump. My ropes fell loose around the pillar I was tied to. "B-Blade…G-Grovyle…" Great. I couldn't move one limb. My vision was becoming edged with the unforgiving darkness. My head started going back, to the time when I first met Blade…Then even further back. Back to when I was a human. B-back to when I was partners with Grovyle…? Every single detail swept back to me in a big rush.

I tried to lift my head, but I failed. My head was so… h-heavy… "Blade…Grovyle… I remember everything now. All my m-memories are back."

Blade was still tied to the pillar. Good, he was alive with a few scratches. So was Grovyle. Grovyle, my partner before I became a human. Blade gasped, and Grovyle just looked confused.

"Blade…" I whispered. "I was right. I used to be human. I was from the future, just like Grovyle and Dusknoir. And I knew Grovyle. He was my partner…" I gasped. It was getting harder to breath. It felt like an invisible anvil was pressing on my lungs.

"W-what?" Grovyle looked so shocked, I laughed weakly.

"Yes…Grovyle… I was your partner, Autumn. I have the Dimensional Scream ability just like my human self."

Dusknoir now interrupted the conversation. "Yes. Autumn, I recognized you after you told me your name and your Dimensional Scream ability."

I gathered all my strength to stand up now. I was trembling all over. It felt like pain was consuming me entirely. "Dusknoir." I said fiercely. "I know there's no use in fighting death. Death will come to me. But, hear this. I will always be by Grovyle and Blade's side. I will help them. I will help all opposing you and Primal Dialga. Death will not stop me."

I now turned to Blade and Grovyle. "Blade, Grovyle…" I said gently. "Whenever you call for me in a time of great need, I will help you and guide you. Blade, you must go back to the past and tell everyone in Treasure town what has happened. My death. My words. Grovyle's innocence and Dusknoir's treachery. Everything. That is my last wish."

"N-no!" Blade was white with panic. "You aren't going to die here! You'll go with me back to the past!"

"So I shall Blade, but I will be in spiritual form." I laughed bitterly. "I suppose that Dusknoir will dispose of my body after you escape."

I lowered my voice so only Grovyle and Blade could hear. I gulped for air. It was getting harder and harder to speak or even breath. "Right…" I muttered. "I have just enough strength to use an attack that will distract them. Go before they recover."

Grovyle was still staring in shock. "B-but I can't just-" He sputtered.
"You'll leave me here. At least you need to go alive." I took another deep breath. I readied my attack. I felt the heat rising inside me. I blew the flicker of the flames.

"FOOLS! IT'S A FLAMETHROWER!" Dusknoir shouted. "DODGE IT!"

"Goodbye…" I whispered. The pain made me dizzy again. I fell on the ground with a big thwomp. The tempting darkness overwhelmed my vision and I faded from all the shouting and screaming… the fighting… from my friends. My wound was flowing like a river.

Good bye... I repeated silently.