Mahogany Town (Hideout) | Evening
Maybe it was the last scraps of her optimism speaking, but Daisy wanted to believe that Fenix’s reluctant obedience was the end of it. Most of the Pokemon used for the fight-her own included-had been recalled. The Electrode were dead, nobody had been killed. In a different world, this would be considered the best outcome for a terrible situation.
She really should have known better.
"You don't seem to understand your situation, dearie, since you keep talking to me like that," Ariana said, her voice too sweet. It was a red flag, and Daisy tensed up hearing it. What was she planning to do? "You keep shrugging off my threats, even after I literally whipped one of your fellow hostages. I guess you don't care about a bunch of strangers and that's fair, but getting line after line of nothing but lip from you... Well, I'm fucking sick of it."
Ariana was still holding the Pokeball given to her, her smile screaming danger.
"You just don't give a rat's ass about when I point this gun at you, yeah? Well. Maybe this'll push you in the right direction. Queenie, Cleo darlings, I need your help. Archer, make sure she stays there."
When the Arcanine was rereleased, there was the briefest moment of confusion upon her face before Ariana’s Pokemon struck. Daisy watched, rooted to the spot, as the canine was bound and the Nidoqueen hung its tail over her neck like some sort of makeshift guillotine. It wouldn’t be a quick execution; she remembered what Ariana carved into Max’s back. She was like a predator who played with their food first; they wouldn’t be happy until their prey suffered.
The tail came down, and the Arcanine screamed.
She screamed over and over again as that Nidoqueen kept slamming its tail down onto her neck, whimpers and horrible cracking noises blending into a sickening chorus as the attacks continued. Daisy wanted to block out the sounds, those awful shrill yelps, but her arms wouldn’t move from her sides. Nobody could do anything. Not her, not Archer, not even Fenix as she watched her Pokemon die slowly and painfully.
Even when the Arcanine’s spine snapped, her agonized screams continued, echoing in their underground prison alongside the sharpening of the Nidoqueen‘s claws. With how bad her injuries were, Daisy knew there was no chance of this poor, tormented Pokemon surviving. She had seen countless others die; so many of them had trusted her to be able to heal them. But even if by some miracle Ariana called off her Pokemon and let Daisy try to keep her alive, there was no saving the Arcanine that’d done nothing but help them survive. Helped them survive, and died because Ariana could not handle sarcasm.
The Nidoqueen finally took her life, caving in the canine’s skull, but even though it ended the pain there was no mercy in it. Mercy would have been letting her live. Mercy would have involved Ariana being dead a long time ago. No, this was nothing less than cold-blooded murder. A life had been taken away, Fenix had lost what was clearly a close companion, all because of a whim.
She couldn’t do anything except stand there, tears pouring down her face. Her body trembled; whether from barely-contained fury or the shock of watching someone die so brutally and needlessly, Daisy had no idea. It didn’t matter either way. She hated Ariana; she hated her Pokemon, both the ones that had helped carry out the murder and the ones that had stood by and let it happen. More than anything, she hated herself for once again being unable to save someone even when they were in so much pain.
Pain. That was what Ariana deserved to feel, not them-especially not Max, nor Fenix. She despised her fake sweetness, the smug superiority with which she’d sentenced that poor Arcanine to her death. Daisy wanted to rip that gun out of her hands and see what her face would look like when she was the one at the mercy of another.
After what she’d just done, that would be too good of a fate for her.