I decided to take a little break from my Pirates fic. I will continue later on, but I've lost inspiration for a moment.
The purpose of this story is to depict five events in the life of my OC for an upcoming story I'd like to do. I can't possibly put all of them into a single prologue, unless anyone wants to read a 25 page chapter.:) Enjoy the first chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or any references to The Origin of Mewtwo. The character of Jade Fuji and any other original people and places belong to me, and cannot be used by other writers without my permission.
Good evening, and welcome to Fuchsia News at nine. Tonight's top story: a fatal bus crash just outside the city.
At three o' clock this afternoon, a school bus driver lost control of his vehicle while driving home about fifteen young children. The bus went over the Route 18 bridge and crashed into the Wilson River. Fortunately, the recent drought lowered the water level, and the bus was not swept away by the current. The driver and many of the students were uninjured, but eight -year-old Amber Fuji died in the crash. Doctor Carlson of South Kanto Hospital believes that when the bus hit the water, Amber smashed into the seat in front of her. Her head was sharply forced backwards, and her neck was broken. None of her family members were available for comment. The bus driver, twenty-two-year-old Gregory Harris, was arrested and is awaiting trial for manslaughter and driving while intoxicated.
It rained on the day of Amber's funeral, like the sky above reflected the grief of all those who loved her.
Inside the church, a small congregation of mourners sat in silence, tears falling freely. The altar was framed with pink carnations – Amber's favorites. In the center of the altar, a maroon -colored coffin lay open, revealing the small body within. One by one, the mourners went up to pay their final respects to the girl who was stolen from this world so abruptly. Her mother gently kissed her daughter, her trembling hands clutching the side of the coffin. Her father stroked her hair, and quietly plucked a single aqua-blue strand and pocketed it. This didn't seem very unusual at the time, but then again, no one knew the events that would occur because of that single strand of hair.
The last one to approach the coffin was a girl who looked about eleven. Her face was very pale, and her forest green eyes were brimming with tears. Her messy, shoulder-length hair was practically identical to that of the girl in the coffin. She wore a sleeveless black dress, and walked clumsily in high heels that had obviously never been worn before. A young Growlithe trotted beside her, his eyes downcast. The girl's name was Jade Fuji, and she was Amber's older sister.
Jade was breathing hard as she approached the coffin. She slowly knelt down, picked up Growlithe, and held him over Amber's face. The puppy Pokémon whimpered and licked the girl's cheek. Jade placed her Growlithe back on the ground and looked back at her sister. Her hair was brushed neatly, and her navy blue eyes were closed. She was wearing her favorite white sundress and sandals. The serene expression on her face made seem as though she were only sleeping.
Tears slid down Jade's face. Why, Amber? she thought. Out of all those kids, why were you the one? We…we were going down to the lake this weekend. Growlithe and I were going to catch you your own Pokémon. You were going to tell me that speech about Pokémon, the one you got an A on…we were going to start our journey together…Oh, Amber, Amber, NO!
Her parents would later tell her that she had collapsed in front of the coffin, sobbing loudly, and that the pastor had to lead her away. She had missed the final words, and the coffin being placed in the grave. But she was glad; if she had seen her little sister fall back into the darkness, had heard the thud of wood against earth…she doubted anything would have stopped her from jumping in herself.
There's the first chapter. Reviews are greatly appreciated!