Author's note* Don't worry guys, the rewrite of my other story is still very much underway. This is just the first chapter of another story I am writing while I'm still looking into the protagonist of the rewrite. Just bear with me for a while. Also, any form of media surronding pokemon does not exist in this version of earth, so there's no way Donna could've known about Lucario before meeting him.

What is that?

"Alright Donna, I'm off," My mother, Tracey, said to me, "You sure you're gonna be okay by yourself for a month?"

I smiled, "I'll be fine, I'm, well, basically an adult now. I can be trusted now, can't I?" I asked in an exaggerated tone while stroking my blue, fishtailed hair.

"Honey, no offence, but I trust you as far as I can fucking throw you," My mother said in a flat tone to which then turned more serious, "Seriously though, this'll be the first time I'll be leaving you alone for such a long time and, well, I'm just worried."

I looked at her with understanding and I can see why she's worrying. The longest amount of time she's left me alone was for was 4 days, so this is definitely a big step up from that. Plus, it's only natural for a mother to worry about their sons and daughters when they have to be left alone for an extended period of time.

However, I'm certain I'll be fine. I've got plenty of money, I'll probably be in the house for 90% of the time and if something were to happen, I've had training on how to use guns. That means that shotgun in my room wouldn't be just for show in a bad situation. So, with no worries about myself, I responded to my mother.

"I'll be fine mom, really." I then put my hand on her shoulder.

"You haven't been on holiday in ages, even though you really enjoy being out in the sun with your friends," I then smiled, "So go have some fun." I finish.

She also smiled, "You're so fucking confident, you know that?" She said, not really expecting an answer.

My mother picked up her bags, "I suppose you're right," She then sighed, "I guess I do need to... just start relaxing more."

"There you go, that's the spirit," I patted her on the back, "Now go on, you'll be late, and you know how pissy Michone gets when even one of you girls are late to anything."

My mother opened the front door, "Yep, I should probably go, otherwise she will slap me," She responded in a half sarcastic, half serious tone.

She then turned to look at me, "I'll see you in a month then," She said, ready to leave, "I love you Donna."

I hugged her, "I love you too, mom." I replied.

We then broke the hug and she turned around to leave, but then she turned back around to face me.

"Also, before I forget to mention it, please think about whether or not you want to go to college," She said in serious tone, "It's a huge decision, I know, but I need an answer when I get back. Not much time to apply after that." She finished.

I glanced down and nodded before looking back at my mother, "I will," I responded, "I promise."

"Thank you, Donna." She then turned around and left for real. Starting the car and driving away while I waved her off.

I closed the front door and looked at the interior of my house.

This is it.

I'm alone for one month.

In this house located in Cleveland.

I'm actually getting a small thrill out of this. I've always wanted to know what independence felt like for a while. Guess I finally get my chance to experience it.

With nothing else to do, I decided to go upstairs and go on my computer to watch a couple things on YouTube.

I entered my bedroom and glance into my closet where I catch sight of the shotgun I have. My blue eyes then became fixated on it. This shotgun held a special place in my heart, and it's not because I'm a person who adores guns or anything.

It's because this shotgun belonged to my father, the same man who also taught me how to use the thing.

My father, now, my father was someone who adored guns. Not because he enjoyed killing people, not because of their lethality, he just simply... liked guns for being cool.

His favourite, however, was the shotgun in my closet, his sawed-off double barrel shotgun.

'Simple, powerful and a classic' he would say to me, and I can't blame him for loving it. He's right on all those words. I swear, this was his son. That's why I call this shotgun 'Brother'.

My father... unfortunately passed away due to a freak accident on the motorway that killed over 50 people, with my father being among the casualties.

That was two years ago and it still hurts to think about. I then realised that I had started tearing up while remembering all of that.

I quickly wiped my eyes, broke eye contact with the shotgun and sat on my chair where I turned on my computer and started watching whatever I could find to entertain me.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

I woke up and checked the time.

23:37

I slept for around 7 hours.

On a chair.

Which caused the back of my neck to ache.

"Man, my sleep schedule is fucked." I said to myself.

I decided that I should probably go out the back garden for 10 minutes to wake myself up. So, I walked downstairs, opened the patio doors, the automatic light turning on as I made my way outside, and sat on the bench.

I just started staring at nothing for a while until I decided that I should go back inside, but as I was about to turn around to enter my house I noticed something right at the edge of the light, so it was barely visible. It looked, blue and black?

I went back inside to grab a flashlight so I could see what it was. When I got the flashlight I went back outside and shun the light on what I was trying to see. What I saw made my mouth open, my eyes turn wide and almost made me drop the flashlight.

"What the fuck is that?" I quietly said to myself.