Bad Moon Rising

Prologue

By Windra

((I got this idea after watching Ginger Snaps. Just in time for Halloween *evil laughter* R&R!)) ((BTW, My RE fic is under construction. I've got a bad writer's block for that right now..))

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~~Azalea Town~~

Kira Kenta was feeding her flowers that October morning, her brown hair billowing in the afternoon breeze. Her blue scanned the flowers to make sure they were all watered. Smiling in satisfaction, she turned to the sandbox in the middle of the yard, where her six month old boy, Max, was fiddling with something in the sand.

Kira smiled and walked over to the infant, crouching down beside him and peering in the sand to see what he found.

"Hey Max," she said slowly, getting the boy's attention as he looked at her, "what'cha got the..."

She didn't finish her sentence, trailing off when she saw the horrible sight that stood in front of her.

A severed Growlithe paw.

Her hand shook as she picked it up, only to drop it again.

She gasped, picking up her child and screaming Flame's, her pet Growlithe's, name, hoping that the paw wasn't his. She ran towards the side of the house, where the Growlithe was kept in a large pen with a doghouse in it.

But what she saw took her hope away.

The pen was torn apart. Flame lay directly in front of the entrance to his doghouse. His stomach was completely ripped apart, leaving the entrails scattered on the ground. His front legs and head were completely diesected from the lower part of his body. The dog pokemon's eyes stared at the sky, his eyes glazed over and his mouth open in a silent, eternal yelp.

Kira screamed, running towards the street, where children were in the middle of the road, playing street hockey and acting as if nothing happened. A few civilian went among their daily chores, not noticing the woman until she yelled out.

"IT GOT FLAME!" she cried, and the people in the area fell silent. They looked at her quietly. "The Ilex beast got Flame!!"

The people in the area simply shrugged, acting as if they didn't know what she was talking about.

But then again, the killings had become almost common...

Kira held onto Max tightly, slumping to the ground and sobbing loudly over the loss of her best friend.