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Who: Sheik and YOU.
What: Nocturnal fun times.
When: April 14th-April 21st, night.
Where: EVERYWHERE.
Warnings: Sneakin' around.

Zelda just seemed to have the worst luck with boys. Link was here, but he wasn't her Link. Marth departed, and now Meta Knight was gone too. She'd never been one to take this kind of stress and heartache very well (it was confusing and she did not like it), so the easiest thing to do in times like this was to be someone who was not Princess Zelda.

Of course, she had her front to keep during the day, and she carried on as always, eagerly awaiting the nights when she could magic on her (extremely convincing mysterious ninja boy) disguise and cavort about on rooftops.

So that was exactly what she would do.

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Having no cover or foliage to sneak around in was a disadvantage in one respect, and in another it was what Warren was hoping for; that wide, open grassy trek before grass gave way to trees and then trees would bow before towering buildings and a concrete jungle where there would be no escape.

In such an area, he made no effort to hide himself, and broke out into a run to keep pace, paws thumping across the ground and making his presence quite known. The third red eye, the middle one, (if that was an eye) was glowing and whatever warning the Pikachu had been trying to give finally came to fruition.

Out in the open, the mysterious hero was a prime target for a thunderbolt--or more specifically, the slightly wet rodent Shiek was holding was the target.

HURP i suck

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Just when she was sure that safety was within their reach, Warren's thunderbolt arced out from the darkness. Drawn to the wet Pikachu (and perhaps the electric charge on the Pikachu itself), the lightning hit its mark.

Sheik screamed as the electricity surged through her and she fell to the ground, blue static crackling and the grass around her smoking. The Pikachu tumbled from her arms.

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This would have been a wonderful opportunity to kill two birds with one stone--or two targets with one bolt, at it were. Mr. Mysterious hero was down but one thunderbolt certainly would not be enough to take him out. The Pikachu on the other hand, had met it's end. The red-eyed beast trotted over with his tail held high in the air and decided to ensure it stayed dead.

Sinking his teeth and claws into it's neck, he tore the head off from the body. That simply wasn't enough however, and Warren just needed to play with his food. He rolled its head with so it would be greeting Sheik in the face with it's pained expression when she came to, then picked up the remains of the Pikachu's body in his jaw and shook it like a ragdoll, splattering as much blood as possible everywhere. Especially all over Sheik. When he was done, he spiked what was left of the rodent on Shiek's back, like a football to a touch-down.

Get up, Mr. Hero. I've giving you your favorite present--disappointment.

This death was no circle of life, no hungry animal simply hunting for food, but a deliberate and psychopathic murder... and Warren was enjoying every second of it.

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When Sheik came to, the first thing in her field of vision was, of course, the mangled body of the Pikachu. She sat up and retched, a combination of her spinning head and the dead Pokemon next to her.

It was some sort of monster. A predator would not have mangled the body and left it here, a predator would have taken it away to eat. Somehow, she felt better knowing she'd been attempting to stop such a creature instead of impeding the food chain, but it didn't change the fact that she had failed.

She gathered what was left of the Pikachu and slowly made her way back to the forest. At the very least, she could bury it.

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