Gallows

Gallows. Places the evil met their end, no doubt to be morose, sad little places.

The sleepy little town, Theriaville, had gallows. Not that anyone minded. They had their last hanging years ago, and there was historical note to them, so the residents didn't essentially care to reconstruct them.

Pokémon trainers tended to avoid them, though.

Did the young and elderly revere it alike? Fear it? Was it that their pokemon avoided it like the plague? Hell if I know, and I grew up here!

I bet you want to know who I am; i'm Cypress. I own a Mismagius, and I got her from the kind man in Theriaville. Fun. He had said to care for it; rambling about how the Gallows were not what they once were.

The gallows, however, made it so that even though that Theria is my roots, im not there anymore.

I was on a walk to the forest, with my Mismagius; Maggie. Maggie was always able to resist the repellant of the Gallows; the only Pokemon in town that could.

Tonight was different.

Tonight...

Someone else was at the gallows.

A lithe, pale, ethereal woman stood before the Gallows. She was wasp-waisted, elegant, and dressed in a white, angellic dress. Her hair was fine, and dark brunette. She seemed so delicate, so elvenically beautiful, she was like a flower, perhaps.

She turned, and I went silent with shock.

In her arms, she clutched an Absol tightly. It wasn't horribly disfigured, but it was dead. Not a mark was upon it.

"I've made a bad mistake." She said. "I've made a bad mistake." She repeated, grinning widely. Maggie cried out in terror.

Her face was then split by a grin with all too many teeth. Perfectly alligned and white. "I've made a bad mistake." She started laughing.

Maggie hid behind me.

Then, inexplically, I approached her.

I ripped her off her feet, and threw her to the ground, hoping she'd shatter. What vile act she had committed, I did not want to know. She fell with a crack, and Maggie stared coldly at her.

I'm in a different city now. I felt an immense drive to leave after that. Something happened to me. But of all questions posed, one stands out.

Why did the man who gave me Maggie pass away that very night?