I could recall the day that my father plopped the Eevee in front of me. He was an eager creature, looking a bit like a brunette fox (or what I remembered a fox to look like. At this time, the war had been going on for six years, and the animals had all disappeared.). I did not trust this thing. Behind that cute face was a monster, with power that could kill with a simple command. The rest of the people in Kanto had already accepted the Pokémon as their new reality, as if the creations didn't slaughter the entire animal population. All the fish, mammals, and birds had been replaced by these genetic mutations that were created to be the perfect weapon. I may have only been nine, but I knew an abomination when I saw it. "What is it?" I asked tonelessly. I ran my fingers through the soft brown fur. He rubbed his head against my hand and I pulled away in disgust.
"It's an Eevee!" My dad announced happily, "I've been training him, and I'm allowed to keep him at home while I'm here. He's very special. Very strong." The Eevee opened his mouth in a pant and I could see the jagged, sharp as knives teeth. He was a monster. I hated him. My father was saddened by this, and eventually he was deployed yet again. This made me upset, but I was more than glad that he took that thing away. I was sick of him prancing around my house as if it was his home. I didn't cry when he left. I wish I had. I was ten when I last saw my father.
The war ended less than a year after my father died. I can't exactly recall what happened. Just that the military men came to my door, they whispered regretful things to my mother, who fell to her knees and let out wails of anguish. They helped her, shuddering with sobs, to her feet before they gave her his dog tags and a small red and white ball that I had come to recognize. Eevee. There was a plethora of apologies. Endless amounts of food dishes flowed in, enough to make sure that my mother wouldn't have to lift a finger. The memorial service was two weeks after they returned his items. All I cared about was the Poke ball resting on the counter.
That night after the service, after my mother had fallen asleep I snuck into the kitchen and snatched the Poke ball before scurrying back to my room. After observing the tiny ball for a minute, I pressed the center button. It expanded in my hand and I dropped it. The container unit split open and a blinding silver light exploded before my eyes. I looked away until the light took a shape.
I almost didn't recognize the creature. He was the same Pokémon my father took with him to battle, but he had grown. Changed. Shed his brunette fur and foxy figure. The monster was bigger. The fur was jagged and yellow, with a wreath of white around the neck. His eyes were a deep violet instead of a warm brown, but I still knew. I had heard kids babbling excitedly about how their Pokémon would slowly evolve into completely different monsters. Apparently, it took a special stone, fused with elemental energy to change an Eevee. Intriguing as he was, he was still a monster. "This is your fault." I muttered darkly. His violet eyes shone with regret. "This is all your fault!" I screamed, balling up my fists and striking the monster. The thing muttered his name, as if there was nothing else to say. "You killed my daddy! You're a monster!" I hit him again and again and again. Tears streamed down my face and I ignored the bursts of electricity that spiked up my arms.
Eventually, I stopped swinging my arms at the Jolteon, who merely stared at me with large, sad eyes. I was panting heavily. "Why didn't you save him? Why didn't you protect him and keep him safe?" I sobbed. Tears flowed for the first time since my father left. "Why didn't you bring my daddy home?" I fell to my knees, covering my face as I cried. I felt Jolteon's cold wet nose nudge my face softly. I pulled my hands away from my eyes. His eyes pled for forgiveness. He stretched out his pink tongue and scraped it across my cheek. I stared in shock for a moment before breaking down into another fit of sobs and tossing my arms around his neck.