http://heartcorrupt.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] heartcorrupt.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] concoursec 2010-09-06 12:03 am (UTC)

I have to help him, I can't --

Wait, why was he suddenly arguing with himself? The boy shook his head violently, thrusting his hand forward without hesitation to make a grab at the writhing -- deleting?! -- Pokemon.

And was immediately slammed with a wave of the most agonizing, unbearable pain he had ever felt. His mind automatically shut off, his body jerking backwards out of reflex to get away from the thing that was hurting it.

He dry retched -- skipping breakfast had been a good idea -- and simply choked and gasped for breath. It was nothing short of a miracle that he hadn't passed out; or had he, and just not realized it? The whatever it was was gone, leaving him shaking so hard that he couldn't even stand up from his prone position on the ground.

He reached up to run his hand through his hair, but froze once again. The hand -- the one he had used to try and help his Pokemon -- had become like the creature itself, a mess of visible 1s, 0s, and whatever else had made it up.

His mind completely blanked.

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