[N/A] You yell out to the lava where Articuno fell in, and where the lava is slowly hardening into rock. A single tear drips down your cheek.
Oh look. Actual human sympathy.The lava flow gently carries the legendary bird through the Mall, bits of frost shattering from Articuno's wings as it struggles to flap away. The current finally pulls the Freeze Pokémon beneath the surface, frying it in an instant. Years from now, decades, centuries, in whatever downtrodden bar RaN would find himself in, someone would always ask.
"What happened to you that day, in the Mall? Before this shit started."
RaN answered it was a quick death, that the legendary bird fainted when the first bullet hit, that she could not have lived for longer than a second beneath the flames. He would slam down another drink and leave before they would bother him more.
RaN was wrong. It was not quick and painless. Every second of every day, he would still remember her screams, his agony, the
hate he felt for Westly, hate that would never end. And he would never be forgiven. No one would be forgiven.
"Does anyone have a jackhammer?"
[2-1 Vs. 1] Zapdos attempts to fire a Zap Cannon shot at the perpetrator of this horrid crime instead, but misses and sends the lemonade stand falling down into the lava. What a shame.
Zapdos: Return.[5] Moltres, oblivious to his near-death experience, grabs the trio of ledge-goers, and carefully plops them down on the catwalk. He seems pleased.
Moltres: Return."Is something burning?..."
[1] Something's definitely burning...
RaN: Assist with waking May."How am I going to do that?"
I don't know. More puns?