Hey everyone. The out lay of the story is in the description. For this story I was trying to get ideas from the people. Please put your idea in the review section of the story. I'm looking for:
-Name of man (Update: Found a name for the man and it is Ryan but I'm looking for what type of Pokémon Ryan's mom was. Then give him hidden abilities. Was thinking of Lucario but not sure yet.)
-Name of Mewtwo(female)
-Not sure what to have the secret organization named( thinking of team mystic but I am open to better ideas)
-then any other ideas you have for the stories plotline
So I would just like to thank you in advance for all those who review. I'd also like to add that this story is going to cross with eeveelution reunion and may even merg.
Not sure yet. Also to any of you want to try and figure it out, the man of this story was seen in eeveelution reunion plus he is seen in chapter three that I'm working on as of now. So if your up to the challenge, see if you can find him then put it in review of pm me. Thanks to all. Bye.
The Update: The name of the man is gonna be Ryan. Still looking for female legendary name and what legendary- I was thinking mewtwo. Also for the enemy team I am being pulled towards team mystic but am still open for better ideas.
Here is the story...
"You useless piece of shit. I told you to fuckin clean the whole house and make dinner while I worked my ass off to feed you. You ungrateful little bitch."
A small boy only twelve years old was seen cowering on the floor a mess of tears and a body full of pain with all the punishment he had received.
"I'm sorrryy dadd. I did it alll. I just dropped the food."
This was met with a open hand slamming against the face of the little boy, him flying to the floor, his lip gushing blood and a tomato red hand mark across his face.
"Did I tell you to talk back. You think I want to hear your fuckin excuses. Along with that didn't I tell you to call me sir from now on you little bitch."
"I'm sorry sir but it's ju-"
The little boy was cut off as a foot slammed into his unprotected stomach with a resounding crunch forcing the air out of the child's lungs.
"No fuckin buts you useless bitch."
The little boy just layed there writhing in pain trying to pull in a breath and feeling the sudden black around his vision as he tryed.
"Fuck this. I can never win with your lazy ass. I'm gonna eat this food and drink some beer so that I can forget about your shit. Your gonna fuckin do some actual work and clean up this fuckin mess you made. Then you can go to your room and starve for all I care."
With that the man stepped forward kicking the child square dead in the face setting gyser of blood to erupt from his now broken nose.
The child just laid there as his vision began to blur and threaten to pull him under.
With all the resolve he had left and not wanting a worse beating the child pulled himself from the pool of his own blood.
With everything in him he got the cleaning supplies and beganing clean his blood from off the floor trying to keep what was seeping from his face on a rag instead of on the floor.
When he finished that he quickly made a bank towards the fridge pulling out a ice pack for his swollen face.
His resolve had been worn thin and he was done with this burning hell of a life.
With this he simply dropped all the cleaning supplies and ran up stairs to his room unnoticed by his dad.
As fast as he could the child pulled out a back pack full of essentials to his well being.
He poured them all out on his bed before taking the backpack and running back down stairs.
As he found himself back in the kitchen he reopened the fridge.
"Ryan, get your lazy ass in here and make yourself useful by getting me my beer."
With that Ryan went back into the fridge pulling out three cartons of beer and some frozen food from the freezer.
'Dad won't miss this food or a carton of beer. He's way to drunk to notice and by the time he's sober again I'll be long gone.'
Sadness raked the boys body as he thought of his plan.
The boy had come accustom to the effects of beer snagging it when he could after his mom died and even more when the abuse started up.
It made him feel some peace in this rotten life.
With his mind made up Ryan put the food and beer in his backpack before he raided the cabinets filling the bag with more stuff.
With that he ran to the living room with the beers in hand coming face to face with his horrid father.
"Bout time. I'm still pissed at what you did. Just lay the beer here and get the fuck out of my sight."
As the man said this his eyes glued to the tv screen with porn spread across it Ryan sat the beers down.
With quick thinking and lightning fast reflexes he pocketed both the pocket knife and small machete his dad kept next to his arm chair at all times.
Ryan stood up with pain shoot across his body while he adjusted the handle of the machete under his shirt, unseen by his father.
With that he began walking away before he felt a slap to the back of the head making him panic slightly.
" I better not see you again you useless piece of shit."
With that Ryan walked calmly towards the turn at the kitchen before turning to his dad who was struggling to open his beer bottle with his teeth.
With this Ryan reached out grabbing his backpack shooting back up his stairs to his room without an ounce of sound.
When Ryan got into his room he quickly shut the door and locked it just in case his dad by chance got off his ass.
With blinding speed Ryan filled his back pack with all his essentials from money, his secret phone, his blanket, a compass, his watch, clothes, along with some medical supplies, and a map of the region.
He then changed his blood soaked clothes putting on black jeans, a black shirt, and black shoes.
After that he pulled on a black sweater with a rough looking, black jacket that had a hood
He then located his favorite black cali snap-back hat, putting it on before pulling the hood of his jacket over his hat.
With that he pulled on his backpack were he took a quick look at his old room to which he would probably never see again.
All the time he had spent with his loving mom and the nice man, who used to be his dad.
Ryan quickly shook those thoughts away as tears began to build in his eyes.
With that he pulled the machete from his pocket before strapped to his waist.
Then he took out the pocket knife and began prying his window open with as little sound as possible.
With the window finally open, Ryan looked out into the cold, pitch black world that matched his attire and began climbing out of the window.
He was ready as he could ever be.
With one look down and no second thoughts, he jumbed out the window landing on the ground with a small thumb as he stumbled trying to regain balance.
With himself straightened out he took one look back at his house before turning and running the other way.
As Ryan ran the adrenaline levels he had before went down bringing to light the injuries he had gotten because of his bull shit of a father.
With his face, ribs, and now legs aching in pain he continued running taking some strong pain killers as his vision began to darker with the pain overload.
Ryan ran and ran trying to get as far away from that horrid place even drinking an energy drink he had snagged to keep him going.
By the time Ryan's pain became too much he had ran for so long he could see that the moon had moved from one horizon to the other.
He was right in middle of a forest that got denser the deeper you went.
With Ryans pain and tiredness threating to take him over, Ryan used everything he had left to heave himself as high as he could get on the nearest tree.
He needed to sleep and pain killers with energy drinks could only get him so far.
After resolving in his mind he found a branch that satisfied him, pulling off his backpack and getting out the blanket.
Then using his bag as a pillow he laid down his eyelids beginning to droop.
'Im finally free.'
That was the last thing that went through Ryan's mind before he fell into a deep sleep.
Ryan shook the flashback from his mind,wipeing the build up of tears from his eyes.
'The past is past. I can't think about that.'
Everytime he tried to think of his childhood it instantly brought him overwhelming grief.
It didn't help that the memories would flood into his mind at random making him want to break down and it just got worse the older he got.
He was 23 turning 24 next week.
He knew just like any other Birthday it would just bring him a boatload of grief due to it being the eventful day his mom died.
She was ripped so suddenly from his life that he didn't even have time to take it all in because soon after his father changed into a cruel drunkard, Ryan being the funnel of all the rage he felt for life.
Ryan's body ached as he realized he had been sleeping in a uncomfortable chair for who knows how long.
He got up getting on his feet, stretching out his out of wack spine with it letting out a few cracks of protest, the pain dulling a bit.
He pulled his phone from his pocket checking the time.
'Damn, its 8 o'clock. We would be there soon.'
Ryan was still surprised that he had only been sleeping an hour but it felt like an eternity to him.
He did a quick over look on his sailor outfit heading across the deck of the boat to were the control room was.
He took in the bright blue sky that contrasted against the deep blue ocean with the soothing rocking of the boat.
It was peaceful to say the least and he could help but be happy.
As he walked around the outside of the boat he saw on of the passenger by the name of Jack staring into empty space.
Ryan swears he could hear the gears in Jack's head turning as he was deep in thought.
Ryan then quickly passed by the man deciding against bothering him.
'Man he didn't even notice me.'
Ryan had briefly talked to Jack but it was mostly business.
'Maybe I'll see him on the island.'
Ryan was a bit of a shy fellow who was always moving around getting jobs where he could spending his extra times finding old buildings no one cared about.
He was especially excited about this island because he had gotten a chance to search an old poke mart, untouched for 10 years since the random fire that had took two known lives in the process.
Ryan also read that there it was a unknown organization base and that the souls of the people who died there haunted it.
Ryan didn't believe in any of that made up bull shit, knowing there were no such things as ghosts.
No one dare enter the building making it dream come true for Ryan because in other explorations someone was always there before him.
As Ryan's brain was occupied with happiness he nearly ran into the captain as he entered the control room.
'Hey boy, your finally gonna be able to work instead of sitting on your ass.'
The captian was a burly old man with a bushy, white hair coming from the sides of his hat with it also covering his whole lip and chin.
He really looked like santa minus the red outfit and bag of toys.
This man was a hard core sailor, talking like one, acting like one, and always telling stories about when he was Ryan's age and he sailed out into open seas.
The man may have been stern but was caring non the less, giving Ryan a ride to Sootopolis city in exchange for work on the boat during the trip.
"Yea I'm ready."
"That's the spirt my boy. Back in my day we didn't have all this fancy equipment. We used a compass and the was a might fine time."
Ryan knew this story was going to go one until he got to the shore so he made a quick excuse to get away from the man.
"I would love to hear the story but I still need to get all my stuff situated."
'It is actually the completely and only truth.'
"Well ok my boy. I understand. But you best hurry up beacause we're almost at land."
Shaking his head, Ryan rushed out of the control room heading towards were he left his stuff at the back of the boat.
He passed Jack again, who was still staring off into nothingness.
As Ryan round the comer to the back of the boat he scooped up his backpack with all his belongs.
He had had this backpack forever it being a big help on the escape from his dad.
Shaking the rush of thoughts from his head he opened the bag accounting for all his things.
As he turned to head back he saw the dock looming in front of the boat.
With a quick check with the captain he became a blur of motion getting all the ropes to secure the boat ready.
As the boat came to a gentle stop next to the dock, rocking slightly, Ryan jump out and landed on the dock with on of the s cup ing ropes for the boat.
He quckly to found where to tie it on a little notch.
Using a knot the captain had called th bowline Ryan secure the rope to the post along with the other three.
After the boat had been secured he opened the small door on the boat so people could exit.
The small stream of people who were wait on him began to leave, Ryan doing his best to greet them and give the a business card.
'Damn. They didn't even wait for the announcement that they were there. Impatient people.'
Just as the last of the people got off the captian made the announcement.
"All passengers for Sootopolis City please exit now."
Ryan could not hold in his excitement as him getting the opportunity of a life time was just around the corner.
As Ryan was stuck in his happy thoughts he had realized Jack had gotten off the boat and was just staring at the city laid out before them.
Ryan was at a loss of words, having to pull out the index card that had what he was supposed to say.
"Uhh... Now you have a nice day and if you ever need a ride don't hesitate to call."
Ryan was an bit hesitant as he fumble with hand Jack a business card as he handed it to him.
Jack respond with a simple thank you and Ryan just nodded before both headed separate ways.
As Ryan made his way up the boat he was thrown into deep thought.
'Damn it. He probably thought I was an idiot. Oh well.'
With that Ryan quickened his pass where he picked up his backpack before heading to the control room.
As he enter he was met with a bone rattling slap on the back from the captain.
"Good job boy. You did a mighty fine job for a newbie. Definitely would mind having your help again. If you ever need work you have my number. Ya know my old bones a cut out to do all of hat hard work. Back when I was your age...I did all that stuff. Now you have a good day sonny."
He knew the old man was wanted to talk but he also knew Ryan had things to do.
'I'll make it up to him.'
"I'll probably need a ride home and I would love to hear some more stories. I can't thank you enough for the ride."
"It was no problem sonny. Look forward to seeing ya. May just take a real from sailing for awhile."
With that the old mans brow scrunched with him looking at nothing in particular as he thought to himself.
At that Ryan said a quick bye and turned around, heading off the boat not even waiting to see if the old man had noticed him.
He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket his fast walk instantly turning into a run.
'Shit. It's almost nine and I have to start work at the pokemart and ten. Damn it.'
He ran with all his migh pulled up gps on his phone so that he would be able to find the hotel he was gonna be staying at and not get lost.
In almost an instant he found the hotel rushing through the doors.
Then came the long ass wait, as the lady at a he counter went through his information all the while Ryan was fidgeting like a little kid.
'Is she fuckin going slow on purpose. Damn I've seen snails move faster then her.'
The lady continued looking over all the papers.
'It's not that hard. You just look at the paper and give me the key. Damn it.'
The lady did another check the thousandth time.
"Sure may I look at your ID, please."
Ryan was about to explode.
One day he inside he scream,'What the fuck. All that time and now you ask for my ID.' but outside he simply pulled out his ID, handing it to her.
She must have seen Ryan's impatiences because this time she only looked over half a thousand times.
Ryan nearly lost it as he watch her move slower that a sloth towards his hotel key.
Then no less faster she handed him his ID and key that he just snatched before hauling ass up to his room.
As he got to his room 138, that he nearly ran past, he slipped his key into the lock.
Quickly throwing the door open he emptied his back unessential right there at the floor before he closed the door, locking it.
With that he threw the key in his pocket before running the way he came.
With lightening speed he ran out the hotel doors, pulling out his phone.
'What the fuck. It's fuckin nine forty. That little bitch took up all his time. Ahhh fuck.'
Ryan was pissed beyond comparison.
He would have to wait until after work before he could check out the old pokemart.
He bitterly changed the coordinates to the new poke mart seeing that the old poke mart was a bit farther behind it.
'It wouldn't hurt to look and I have time.'
With that he began running as fast as he could towards the poke mart weaving through the foreign, maze like city.
As he rounded the corner he spotted the blue structure he was looking for pushed up against a cliff on one side.
As soon as he got to it he began his search behind it.
The cliff that sat next to it spread of into the distance with a thick amount of foliage next to it.
Ryan had to look hard but he could see the faint traces of a building being covered with the never ending amount of plant life.
It had a spooky aura for sure, with a cold chill running up Ryan's spine.
'Damn that's hella spooky. Remember Ryan, there is no such things as ghost. There just a bunch of made up bull shit to scare people.
Ryan relooked at the building knowing that all the plants were gonna raise hell for him.
'Glad I have that machete beacause it would be a pain in the ass to get through those plants without it. Fuck. Now I have to fuckin wait.'
Full of pure anger, Ryan pulled his eyes from the old poke mart heading into the bull shit new one.
As Ryan enter the the building he had a full on argument with himself.
'Why the fuck did I agree to work.'
'Well there are the expenses for this trip.'
'It can't be that much.'
'Well you have the price of the hotel, the price of food, the price of equipm-
'Okay. I get it. Just because your right doesn't mean you have to be an ass about it.'
' How in the hell am I being an ass. Your the stubborn one. I have to explain everything detail in detail for your dumb ass to understand.'
'Fuck you.'
'Exactly. Now shut the fuck up and do something useful with your life.'
'I am.'
'Not and that is the end of this conversation.'
'...'
Back to the present Ryan was greeted by a man in a suit who apeared to be 30.
He had everything a boss would have: combed back hair, briefcase, perfect suit, and of course the robot like posture.
"Your late."
'What the fuck. It just makes turned ten. I should set this asshole straight. Fuck. I'm sure I won't be working here anymore if I do that. That could fuck up my whole reputation. Fuck.'
Ryan decide to bite back his rage and be as polite as possible.
"I'm sorry. I got held up at the hotel."
"Well don't let it happen again because next time I won't be so generous."
"Ok."
Ryan wanted to blow right there and this guy just made it worse.
"Here. Now hurry your ass up and put this on."
He the on thrusted a uniform into Ryan's chest making him bite below tongue as he almost began cussing the man out.
Ryan just stuck with a nod before heading to a place he could change and put a hole in a wall.
'I am so fuckin made. I should have slapped the shit out of that bitch.'
With that Ryan looked back seeing the man had turned to leave before he reared of and pucnched the ground with all his might causing it to dent in an leave cracks all across it while a tremor went through the whole building.
Ryan heard a yell of earth quake before the boss dive into the door jam in front of him.
Silently laughing to himself Ryan went to change his clothes, with his laughter being cut short as he thought of what he had just done.
That's the story so far. What the hell is wrong with Ryan? What's with that old poke mart? Was it really a secret organizations base? All to be revealed in due time. Just wanted to ask how did I do. Was my first cross situation with eeveelution showing two perspectives. Review or pm me how it was. All the support is much appreciated. Until next time. Peace out.