The Ballad of a Unique Victini

Well, there really isn't another way to put that when your life is literally changed in every way from which you've personally known. After all, having a shiny new body that is capable of outputting rediculous power will do that to ya. Kinda a SI, but Mystery Dungeon styleed in the anime world.

WARNING: There WILL be instances of mild beatdowns, as per the norm with most fanfics like this. As such, it WILL be Rated M AND MAINTAIN THIS RATING.

Characters: Victini, Glaceon, Flygon, Absol

"Speech"

"EMPHASIS"

'Thoughts'

"Telepathy"

"SCREAMING/SHOUTING"

-Scene Break/Flashback-

'...Buh...' I think, trying to peice together exactly what happened to me. After all, it's not every day that you wake up into grass to your back with no real recollection of where you were. Slowly, everything starts to come back to me...

-Flashback-

"Shit, I'm gonna be late!" I say aloud, despite no one being there to hear me. After all, kicking it solo in this life requires you to KEEP YOUR JOB, which would definitely NOT be the case if I was late again, as my boss had oh-so-pleasantly told me last time, two weeks ago. Either way, winter is setting in North Dakota. You know, the area in the USA that nobody seems to realize exists until you mention the word "oil". Basically, there's already about five inches of snow on the roads, and we ALL know how fun it is to drive on snow. Either way, I quickly get ready and head out. While work is only two or three blocks away, I'm still gonna drive since nobody likes to walk through shin-deep snow.

Oh, right. Forgot to introduce myself, silly me. The name's Chris. I'm also the guy who can get away with any of my three names as my first name. Christopher Malakai Curtis. Ah well, that's not too important. I'm a rather thin individual, sitting solidly at about 160 pounds. I apologize to anybody who uses the metric system on this, since I suck at translating. I stand at 5'11", again uncertain as to the metric measure. Sorry, again. I'm the guy that you can very easily overlook in a crowd, but ask any of my friends, and they'll tell ya that I can DEFINITELY get attention. I'm 19... nothing to really say there.

So here I am, who, despite my hurry, am not an idiot at all when it comes to driving. I've seen too many instances of what happens when people go too crazy in snow. Moseying along, I simply need to cross one more intersection bef- OH SHIT THAT WOULD BE A-

*BOOM*

...Nothing. I can only think of what just happened. That would have been an arrogant adolecent running his jacked-up truck headlong into me. A normal truck? I would bet that there wouldn't be to much of an issue, since the body of the truck would hit the side of my Mitsubishi Outlander itself. But no, this guy had to be a show-off, and jack his truck up. This made it so the truck's front end slammed into me, the driver. I was killed on impact.

...So how am I still able to think? I figured that death would be it. Just an endless black, constant silence. Eh, I guess that- hey, is that a light behind me?

With that, I turn myself around (I'll never be certain as to how I did that...), and see what I could only dream of... the Hall of Origin, which I recognize instantly due to seeing enough depictions of it, due to my giant case of fanboy-ism toward Pokemon. Unfortunately, I can't get a good look at it since I was launched through it at obscene speeds. I blink.

I see a sky, and I'm surrounded by trees. There's no snow... actually, it feels extremely warm, tropically so. Unfortunately, before I could do anything involving looking around, I promptly pass out due to a sudden fatigue that passes over me.

-End Flashback-

So here I am, trying to get my energy back. After all, there was only so much I could do when my body would not respond to my commands, when it is sending the "I'm tired" response.

So I decide to lay there, pondering. Since I was essentially blasted through the Hall of Origin, and I woke up in a tropical climate when North Dakota is DEFINITELY NOT TROPICAL, I can only speculate that I'm in the world of Pokemon, which I would be fanboying over if not for the fresh instance of my death plagueing my mind. Oh well, not too much else I can do about it...

What feels like hours pass before I'm able to do anything outside of opening my eyes. Slowly, almost painfully, I hoist myself up into a sitting-up position. I immediately see a Pikachu running across the clearing, confirming my theory. As the Pikachu continues onward to it's destination, I look down at myself.

I immediately do my best to repress a scream, but partially fail, instead taking a sharp intake of breath.

Looking at myself, I see snow white fur, along with what appear to be wings attached to my legs. My feet and hands are a vivid red, each with rather small digits. I from there, I jump to my feet, and on pure instinct go a good deal further than that into the air. I snap my eyes shut, preparing for a rather painful landing, but it never came. I slowly open my eyes, just to see myself floating about half a foot off the ground, being flat horizontal to the ground. I ponder this for a second, before simply thinking to myself, 'I want to go down', and I slowly float down the the ground. I manage to right myself before I hit the ground, landing on my feet.

I take a deep breath, before I look around my current location. 'All right, so let's just figure out a few things...' I think, looking around the area before spotting a small pond to my left. I walk over to said pond, and look into my own reflection.

Staring back at me, as I suspected due to my knowledge of the Pokemon universe, was a Victini. Not just any Victini, though; this was a shiny Victini, a pokemon I know I could never obtain legit due to the mechanics of the game. This, however, was straight insane.

Me, a shiny Victini? No way. Nope. Not at all. Not possible. I pinch myself. I do it again. The scenery around my does not change, nor does anything else. I pinch myself one more time. Nothing.

'This... is real?' I think, still trying to process what had happened to me. That means... all those things that happened to me really DID happen... including my own death.

THAT froze me in my tracks. I was always the guy who would help out my family in any way that I could, and I cared deeply for them, since they allowed my life to have happiness in it for the first 16 years of life. I think back to my sister, mother, step-father, grandparents, uncles, and aunts that I had just left behind.

I feel unbridled fury within me that I have never felt before, as well as a power that I've never had well up within my new body.

"THAT SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!"

I scream at the top of my lungs, releasing a torrent of psychically-fueled flames into a cyclone above me, containing all of my current fury and hatred toward the person that killed me. "IF I EVER SEE HIM AGAIN, I WILL TEAR HIM APART LIMB FROM LIMB, USING THESE VERY FLAMES WITHIN ME!"

As I continue to vent my fury, the flames above me get even stronger still, increasing in intensity until the very air around it was capable of scorching anything that came with 50 feet of it.

And with that, the flames died, as my will to keep fueling them was lost. I break down into tears, truly realizing that I had done the thing that I had refused to do up until I was absolutely forced to; I had left all of my family to feel sadness due to what had happened to me.

And I know, it makes me sound like a puss, but let's be honest here; I'm a people person thanks to my parents allowing that to be the case. I am a hard worker because of the beliefs that my family instilled in me, making me into the man that I am... or was, rather... today. I cared for my family enough that I refused to do anything under my power that would cause them to feel sorrow over me.

And that son of a bitch FORCED it to happen.

But...

I realize that there is nothing that I can do in order to get back at him, or even go back. I'm dead in that world now; no amount of wishing or anything like that would allow for the issue to resolve. There is simply nothing else to do but move onward...

Onward into the second life that was given to me by the gods... or rather, the legends, of this world.

I nod to myself, wiping my face clear of a tear that I barely registered that I had shed in rememberance of what I used to be. All I could do was simply remember who I used to be, and continue forward with my new life.

I look back to the area in which I woke up, and see something lying on the ground. It was a pendant that I bought back in my world, shaped like the full logo of The Legend of Zelda. And on the back side of it, the thing that would make this into my most treasured possesion in this world...

It was a photo of me and my family, with smiles on our faces, taken years before my death. I kept this pendant on my at all times, as a reminder of how I became who I am today.

I pick up the pendant, and see it still has the chain it came with. Giving a small smile, I melt the chain with my newfound abilities that I am slowly figuring out how to use, wrap it around my wrist, and secure it in place by melting the topmost tip of the pendant to the chain, making it into a somewhat makeshift armband.

With a small smile still on my face, I walk deeper into the forest, soon finding a path, as well as a windmill and a large building on top of a hill in the distance. Recognizing it, I break into a bit of a larger grin, and then start down the road toward the building that I so easily recognized. As I walk along the road, I begin to realize something.

This is my new life, given to me after mine was taken from me for no good reason.

My name is Christopher. And this is my tale of how I became what I am today.

This is my Ballad. The Ballad of a Unique Victini.