Author's Note: This is just a little one-shot I did about pain and immortality. Another note: This is NOT RENA. This is a completely different, random person. She just happens to have a Blaziken because I love them and wanted one in there.

She didn't know how it happened, but it did. She was immortal now. But she had sacrificed him to gain that. Only now did she realize it was wrong.

Everyone said that she shouldn't have done it, and she agreed with it herself. Her pokemon even used force to try and stop her, but she just shoved them out of the way.

"I need to punish myself." Her Blaziken just looked at her with disgust and sympathy. She tried to kill herself, but it wouldn't work. Slashing, drowning, stepping into an inferno—none of them worked. Then she thought of the perfect punishment. She would have to live forever with the guilt of it. The guilt, pain and suffering. It was perfect.

Her pokemon knew what was coming. They tried to stop her pain; loyal to the end. And that's what really killed her, she thought.

She thought about killing her Blaziken last, but she decided against it. It would be too cliché. She raised the mini-machine gun and fired. The fire pokemon's body jerked back with each shot. Her normally amber coat was crimson with blood. Even then, she fell forward to die.

"She even defies all lays of physics when dead."

Raichu put up a bit more of a fight. He kept using his strongest Thunders, but all he did was make her go numb. Of course, she was already numb. A quick shot to his forehead ended the assault.

Tauros preferred to run rather than fight. He was always like that. He evaded a great deal of shots before she finally got him. She shot him in the spine. He tumbled over in the last moments.

"Broke his spine and his neck."

Azumarill was next. She was always a cutie, and was a favorite. She ran, but didn't get very far. She placed a bullet in each of her paws and one of her ears. The water mouse was crying in agony as she shot her three times in the chest.

She felt a strong punch in the back of her head. She turned around to see Breloom glaring at her. She fired, but heard a dull clank as Skarmory flew in to the rescue. The bullet did nothing to the steely bird. She shoved Skarmory out of the way and pressed the gun to Breloom's temple. The bang was a muffled one.

"Just you and me now, Skarmory."

He cawed and flew in close to tackle her. She merely grabbed his neck, squeezing hard. She pictured his last look of her. His own trainer, crushing his windpipe with an insane grin on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks. She hoped he liked that look. She'd be wearing it forever. One last squeeze, and the bird expired with a choking sound.

She now lives happily in her straight jacked, strapped to her bed. No one ever feeds her or looks at her. After all, she's dead.

She still has a pulse, heartbeat and brainwave. But she's dead. She died the second she picked up that gun. The second her Blaziken crumpled. The second she became immortal.

Once, a doctor came in. While he was reading something on a clipboard, she turned jerkily over to him.

"Kill me?" she asked, insane grin and contrite tears. He looked horrified and walked out of the white room. No one ever came back.

She gave herself the perfect punishment. Living with the guilt of killing her best friend and her pokemon for all eternity. In her mind, it was just replaying a reel of all their looks. Blaziken's, noble and understanding. Raichu's, sad and betrayed. Tauros', surprised and confused. Azumarill's, terrified and horrified. Breloom's, disgusted and revolted. Skarmory's, panicked and afraid. And his: a sad smile that held forgiveness.

That look was what killed her.