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>Write a story that starts off with Margo from the Power of Us pokemon movie desperately running away in a forest from an unseen attacker before Soi Fon from Bleach lands the first hit and butterfly mark. End the story with the second hit connecting in the same spot and Margo dying.
Margo’s breath came in ragged gasps as she sprinted through the dense forest, her boots slapping against the wet ground. The trees around her blurred into shadows, their branches scratching at her skin like skeletal fingers. Behind her, the rustling of leaves told her everything she needed to know—she wasn’t alone.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she ducked under low-hanging branches, her mind racing. She had to keep moving, but the sound of footfalls grew louder, closer. Panic clawed at her throat. Margo’s senses were on high alert. She was being hunted.
A shadow sliced through the fog. Margo turned just in time to see a figure descend from the canopy above.
Soi Fon landed with a lethal grace, and before Margo could react, the first hit came. A blur of swift, deadly movement, and the touch of the butterfly-shaped tattoo on Margo's shoulder burned like fire.
The sting of pain radiated outward as Margo stumbled, her knees buckling. She gasped, clutching the spot where Soi Fon’s strike had landed.
Soi Fon stood, her expression cold, unreadable, as she glided forward, her eyes locked on Margo’s trembling form. “You should’ve ran faster.”
Margo’s head spun, her vision clouded. She tried to steady herself, but her body refused to obey. The wound on her shoulder was burning now, the poison seeping through her veins.
Soi Fon raised her hand for the second strike. A swift and flawless movement connected with the same mark. The butterfly tattoo bloomed anew, spreading its deadly wings across Margo’s body.
The world around Margo dimmed. Her knees hit the ground, and the last breath she took was a desperate, broken gasp. The pain was gone now, replaced with a cold, numb darkness.
