A/N: Hi! This is my first Pokemon FanFiction and I hope you guys really like it. I don't know what to say other than read and review! Thank you to my Beta InvalidPen. This guy is very amazing and enjoy my story! Remember to review!
I stood in the quiet, dismal cemetery reflecting on the last eighteen years of my life. I somberly stared at what once was Charmander, my fiery little ball of energy. The service was short, nice, memorable; I was the only one who attended.
These days it was pretty much just me and Charmander, or now just me alone. I no longer had friends, or family. My parents and friends had been "cured," or at least that's what the government was calling it. I was one of the few hundred out of billions who knew what really happened. Cured. That's what they were calling it. More like brain-washed. That day stood out to me near and clear; shall we call it the day my own personal hell was born, left to burn in my mind? A pit the size of a 20 ton boulder resides in my stomach, day by day; a memory gnawed at my soul, and it was that of how I just watched behind a wall, cowering while my parents were defenselessly deadened. Well not exactly, but that's how it felt. All their values vanished, all their love washed away, all replaced by a hatred for Pokémon.
That day, it was only just approaching noon when I noticed instead of a bright, cloudless, cerulean, the heavens were a stormy, ashy, haze of purples and reds. I had just come back from Pewter City with my beloved Pokémon, Charmander. We were training to go against the Elite Four on our trek to the most coveted Victory Road. Charmander had been acting strange the entire time, and I had decided to cut the trip short. Hey, everyone acts a little strange, every now and then, I thought.
However, it never dawned on me until we were about a mile from the Pallet town city hall that maybe, just maybe, Charmander knew something was wrong. My little lizard Pokémon always had a certain premonition sometimes when things happened. For instance, if I was going to win a prize he acted excited prior to the aforementioned prize-giving, or when there was bad news in the future he usually sulked around that day and if a wild Pokémon was somewhere, lurking around us he was literally on his toes. But for some reason, I pushed it away and kept going.
When we had reached the golden city gates, once embellished with sapphires and rubies, we found it was no longer a beautiful masterpiece, but a smoldering pile of twisted metal. At that moment, all of my fears washed into me, and I had instantly regretted not paying more attention to my Pokémon. The mixture of dread, pain, and fear swarmed around and sickened me as I watched my childhood home crumble to the ground.
Swarms of people cried and screamed as they ran throughout the town; helicopters, airplanes, but mostly flying Pokémon I had never even seen before shot burn embers at them. As they collapsed, the people cried out in search of help as the reflection of the cruel-looking Pokémon engulfed their eyes. I watched outside of the city, fear stricken to my very core.
A single person made it out, running past me in my peripheral, but I was too frozen at the peril I was seeing to even ask if he was okay, let alone turn to look at him. A Sonic Boom knocked me off of my feet, and smashed my face into the red dirt. It awoke me from my frozen stupor. After getting back on my feet unsteadily, I realized Charmander had disappeared from my side. Panic registered in my mind along with millions of scenarios of what could have possibly happened to my beloved friend. I frantically scanned the area with my eyes when a red dot appeared in my vision next to two fallen people, seniors. I instantly recognized Charmander with my parents.
My screams broke through the air, and thrashed about trying to run to through gates of Pallet Town. Alas, it had already been sealed with a raging wall of fire. I could not handle this. My knees felt like two lifeless sticks of Jell-O as they quivered and jerked in spasms. The heat was becoming unbearable, and I soon found myself sinking down to the ground as the world turned a deathly black all around me.