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She stuffs her hand in her pocket, glaring at her opponent that was scrambling to her feet. Her eyes fill with malice, with every bone of her body moving fluently to conquer her prey. A handgun clicks before the unarmed girl, the pointer finger curls around the trigger firmly without any trembling. Her palm holds the grip snugly, aiming the gun at the chest of her target.

What can I to do?

"This," she starts, her voice harsh between her teeth. She takes a sharp intake of air and finishes, "is for him."

Who is this 'him?'

I can sense something deeper; the loathing of the shooter's eyes, those eyes as deadly as her ammunition. She longs to pull the trigger, serving some bout of justice.

I fling out from behind the cardboard box, my hand stretches out as if to catch the incoming bullet. Her eyes widen as she pulls the trigger, the gun jerking back as it fires.

Then, my vision cloaks in a bright white light.

[CURRENTLY CHANGING BOOK TO PRESENT TENSE]

[THE CHAPTER MARKED WITH "EDITED" MEANS THE BOOK'S TENSE HAS BEEN CHANGED UP UNTIL THAT POINT]

[Pokémon]

[1st place in Pokémon Watty Awards - Romance category]
[Pokémon Watty Awards Special Awards: Best Characterization]
[Pokémon Watty Awards Special Awards: Best Depiction of Setting]