Pokemon: The Ideal For Unova
Prologue: "Thank You"
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Pokemon is owned by GameFreak
What if everyone hated you? What if you were alone? What if everyone treated you like
trash just because you were special? What would you do if you were a freak?
N sat in the corner of a dark room with barren walls and floors. Nothing was there for him. Nothing could be there for him. This place was all he had. It was the place that he used to call home with his parents. Parents… What did it mean to be loved by a parental figure? He could barely remember his parents at all. Whenever he tried to think about them, everything justbecame foggy. His past was unclear for the most part, but that didn't matter…
He accepted the truth along time ago… A long time ago he stopped questioning his stopped crying over the past. It was time to face the truth. No one would be there for him. Hewould never feel the ideals of true love… But even though he stopped questioning his fate, a thought like that made him truly shed tears, and he didn't know why.
"I thought that I moved on…," mumbled N.
Just then a loud banging sound could be heard as a fist pounded the feeble wooden door.
N shut his eyes in an attempt to escape reality, but he couldn't cut off his senses. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the voices of the angry mob outside he couldn't. Nothing could stop him from hearing the insults from those who treated him like trash. No thing could stop him from hearing, "FREAK!" Nothing could stop him from feeling the stinging pain those words carried. Nothing could compare…
N buried his head in his knees as he began to feel sorrow and the streaming tears that poured down his cheek.
"Why?"
The pounding soul grew louder and louder as the screams grew distorted and insane.
"I never asked for this…" "I never wanted this!"
The door immediately crashed onto the floor, and hundreds of footsteps crowded into the room.
"Leave me alone. Please…"
Even though N's eyes were clamped shut, he felt as if one of the men in the room smirked at his fear and agony.
"Get the freak!," a man shouted.
Feet scattered across the floors as fists, weapons, and kicks lunged at N.
N did not scream. He only felt pain. He only felt the barrages of attacks that would ensure his death, but he didn't cry. He smiled. He smiled because despite living a painful life in hiding, he would no longer feel pain. He would die and go to a world where no one could touch him; where no one can hurt him. And, in that world he would finally reunite with his mother and father. They would be together again.
"Mother, father… I'll see you soon," N said as he dropped on the floor, his eyelids closing as he smiled. However, even though he felt happy at moving on, he still felt regret. He felt regret because he would die now. He would die without living a fulfilling life. He would die just because he was a 'freak?' Why? Why did things have to be that way? Why did everyone hate him? Why did he have to lose everything?!
In contrast to the stinging pain that N felt, he felt another emotion. However this emotion wasn't like any other. He didn't feel regret, he felt something rising. He felt the turmoil inside him run wild as he see saw red. As his anger boiled, he heard what the men were saying. It was the same message that they had been chanting for the past few minutes:"Kill him. Kill the freak!"
Freak? Was he truly a freak? If so, why? Because they said so?! Who gave them the right to chose him place in society? Who gave them the right to treat him like trash?!
At the surge of anger, N stood up, weakly as he turned his hand into a fist, trying to strengthen it, but it did no good. At the state of pain that he currently was in, it hurt to make a fist. And, when he tried to fight the pain, the pain intensified, causing him to give in. He was way too weak.
"Weak," the word gonged in N's head. Yes, he thought. I am weak. All I've done in my life was hide. I hid like a coward, fearing the dawn of the next day, fearing the hatred of the townspeople, rejoicing when they left him alone. All alone, all by myself with no one torturing me. If only I was stronger... If only I had more power... things would have been different.
N then gave into the throbbing pain as he slumped against the wall, losing all consciousness as more pain came along the way.
From that moment it could have been hours, weeks, days, but N survived. And, he woke up. He didn't wake up just physically. He woke up mentally with pain once more.
Pain throbbed everywhere on his body, but this pain wasn't anger. This feeling was a feeling that N hadn't felt in a very long time. It was uselessness. He felt utterly useless when he had to endure all that pain, but now he would get stronger. But now he would get stronger. They would pay!
With this absolution, N's green eyes snapped open!
To N's surprise he saw that every man who had attacked him laid on the floor as cuts and bruises along with tiny scorch marks lined their bodies. N also saw that he was bandaged as well. Every wound he had suffered was treated with exceptional was responsible for this?
As N heard the sound of someone approaching his eyes scanned around in alarm until he saw a long green haired man with a regal cloak standing in front of him along with a Hydreigon next to his side.
"W-who are you?!," N demanded. Why are you here? Why did you hurt me?"
"Now, now, started the green haired man with a smile. Is that anyway to treat your savior?"
"W-what," said N in shock. You actually helped me?" Someone helped... me? Why? I'm weak. I'm a freak.
"Why wouldn't I," said the man. There's nothing wrong about you? Right?"
"N's head hung low. "I would be lying if I said no, so I'll tell you the truth." I'm a freak."
"Why are you a freak?," asked the man. You seem perfectly fine to me."
"It's because…," N trailed off as he looked towards the ground.
"Because what?," asked the man. "Is it because you can understand Pokemon?"
"How did you-," began N in pure shock until the man cut him off.
"How did I know?," said the man. How could I not. You are pretty famous in the town near by. All the people talk about is a certain green haired boy in the forest who can talk to pokemon with a hint disgust showing in their faces."
"Oh," said N as he hung low. "So, I guess that you're going to hurt me now that you know?"
"No," said the man as he shook his head in disdain at the thought. "Why would you think that?"
"It's because I'm a freak," said N.
"No you aren't," said the man. "You're just someone who's lost in the distorted ideals of this world. You want to be found. You want to find yourself. You want to live rather than hide."
"I know," said N as he moved his head upwards. "But how?"
The man smiled once more. "I can help you you." "I Ghetsis of Team Plasma, can help you."
"Team Plasma?," asked N.
"Ah yes," began Ghetsis. "We haven't announced ourselves to world yet. We will soon though in five years time. Just five years, and Team Plasma will revolutionize the world for the better!"
N blinked. "I'm confused how does Team Plasma help me, exactly?"
"Team Plasma is a group that helps those who have been abused for their gifts," said Ghetsis. "Such as Pokemon. Everyone abuses Pokemon for their own personal gain."
"What, why!," demanded N in horror as he thought about the abuse that pokemon went
through.
"It's because humans are selfish, and cruel," said Ghetsis. "They only care about themselves. But, Team Plasma… Team Plasma can change that. Team Plasma can give you a family. Team Plasma can help you. So, join me N. Join me in Team Plasma! Together we would open the eyes of the world! We will liberate the Pokemon from the chains that mankind has wrapped around them! We will make them realize the truth of the world! So please join me."
N didn't need to think twice. Pokemon that had been abused were just like him. They understood pain. They understood sorrow, but did they see the truth? No, they didn't, but he would be there to guide them towards the truth.
"Yes," said N as he looked at Ghetsis with a newfound absolution. "I will join Team Plasma!" And so I thank you, Ghetsis."