Alright everyone, this is a small manuscript I wrote a few years back, and I think you should all see my 12 year old mind in action. So, here is a (not being completed) story about Vengeance.


The story I'm about to tell you is a sad one, one that should be thrown aside in mortal anguish, for the chapters ahead are devilish in nature. This story is one of pain, torture, and heartbreak. However, in all stories such as this, there is a weak but definite blossom of romance and chance. A chance for redemption, a chance for action, a chance of adventure.

This story began over three thousand years ago in the lakeside village near a large and spectacular waterfall. This town's name was long forgotten ages and eons ago, however some had little recollections of such names. The Ancient Legends that were led by Arceus remembered, but they all fell in battle during the Great Purge a few years back. Only one legend survived though, but she was lost in the rift created by Palkia in his rage. This one was called Mew.

The town however, had no such fate. Headquarters of the infamous Team Sychron, whose dream was not world domination, not destruction of the universe, but something much, much more sickening. Their dream was to exterminate all pokemon in hopes of a world without the 'inferior race'.

The story is about a forgotten warrior destined to stop the beginning of Team Sychron from ever forming their group. He couldn't have done it alone though. Along his path, he encountered friends and foes, even true love at one point. But those parts come later, my friends.

Let us begin this tale of destiny, hope, and above all else, honor.

Chapter 2: New Beginnings

"Mommy, Daddy, what's happening?!" I cried in horror.

"Run Jack, run away and never come back!"

My father was in pieces, literally. His bottom half was mutilated so horrifically you could hardly tell what it was before. My mother, my mother was gone. Dead. Her chest was ripped down the middle and her gen was nearby her, torn in half. I only looked at them in horror and terror.

"Go Jack, it's…it's…it's the SteelClad Gang. Run Jack! GO!"

After he spoke his final words, one of the gang members looked over and saw me. He was a Scizor, and by the looks of his claws he killed my mother.

"Hey boss, look a' dis. Looks like we got an eye witness man."

The leader of the gang, a steelix missing an eye looked at me and smiled.

"Good work, Clamps. Now, what do we do with this one, eh?"

"I don't know, Grinder. But we should kill him. If we don't he'll go to the cops and we'll be sleeping with the Feebas man!"

"Leave him be, guys. He's so frightened he won't do shit to stop us!"

That remark came from the Bisharp behind this, looking at the scene before them.

"What are you talking about Slicer? We need to kill dis kid or he'll sell us out, and then we're dead!"

The Bisharp raised his blood-stained hand in defiance towards the Scizor.

"Leave him, otherwise you'll join these two…"

Before they finished their chat about whether to kill me, I had teleported away to my secret place (which wasn't so secret, I found out later.) The place had no name, but to me it was everything. Once what I had realized what had happened and it had sunk in, I sat down and cried. I wept so much even Arceus would have cried at my overwhelming sorrow.

Aqua's P.O.V (An hour later.)

I was just picking some berries one afternoon that I would never forget.

I was walking down to Lake Spearfront, when I decided to take a shortcut down to another lake nearby. I heard a strange, quiet sobbing sound near the beach. Curious, I crept up to the sound and saw a blood and tear soaked Ralts. Curious and a little unnerved, I crept forward with care and caution.

"H-Hi there. Why are you crying?" I managed to stammer out.

The Ralts shouted in surprise. "Ah, don't hurt me!" And with that, he tried to run away. But he only managed to get a few feet, until he tripped and fell over a root sticking out of the ground. Strangly, it didn't seem like a hard fall, but nonetheless, he was out cold. Unsure if the blood was his or not, I took him to the healer, which wasn't far from here.


And that is what my 12 year old mind was thinking back then. If everyone wants more of this, then I will have to either finish or stop my other fanfiction until this is done. Peace out.