Hello there! Skyrunnerwolf here (you can call me Sky) to welcome you to my first fanfiction, When Lightning Strikes! Well, I guess it's not the first, but the other was so horrible that I deleted it. *shivers* Anyway, this is a pokemon rebirth fic, and the original idea was created by srgeman. If you have not read their fic, A Little Night Music, you should. It's wondrous.
I was also inspired by Diego Zeyon's fic A Fear of Change. It is fantastic as well. Go read it.
Here is some basic information you should know before you read:
"Text in normal quotes is for when humans talk to each other."
'Text in single quotes is for when pokemon talk to each other.'
"Italicized text in normal quotes is what humans hear the pokemon say."
'Bold italicized text in single quotes is telepathy.'
Also, I don't accept flames. If you don't like my story, then don't read it. I would, however, love constructive criticism. If you have any questions, comments, or complaints, feel free to message me or include them in a review.
By the way, I have permission from srgeman to write this.
Pokemon and all related characters are property of people who are not me.
When Lightning Strikes
Chapter 1: Pain
"Ellie! You're going to be late for school!"
My head jerked off of the cool window as I surfaced from my day-dream. "Wh-Wha?" I asked, confused.
A tall, menacing figure stood in front of me. My sister.
Eyebrows furrowed in anger, she continued. "You heard me! Get your lazy ass off the counter and get to school! If I get one more call home saying that you were late, I'll kick your computer out the fricken' window!"
"Jeez, Em," I grumbled. "I'm going." My sister Emma, or Em as I called her (much to her distaste), was the kind of person you did not want to anger more than once. She also was the kind of person who angered very easily. Small things, such as sitting on the counter, for example, pissed her off.
"It's. Emma." She growled.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed, "Whatever." I hopped of the kitchen counter and took one last glance outside, watching the rain pitter onto the concrete driveway. Turning around, I walked into the hallway and grabbed my backpack.
My sister and I lived alone in a small house just outside of Pastoria city. My parents died before I really knew them, and Emma was the only one left to take care of me. By no means do we have a good relationship, and if it were up to her I would be long gone. The only thing keeping me there was the fact that the meager amount of money we made was spent on food and other necessities, and there was no way that she could afford to give me the money for me to live on my own.
As I slung my bag over my shoulder and reached for the doorknob, my sister yelled, "Wait. Where do you think you're going without an umbrella?"
"It's hardly even raining." I sighed.
"What if it starts raining harder?"
"Come on Em, its just water."
She stomped her foot. "Fine, but if you get sick, I'm not taking you to a doctor."
I hadn't taken two steps out of the door before I heard her shrill voice again.
"Don't forget to come straight home today! Rick's brother's egg is supposed to hatch and he wants us to be there! Lord knows why he wants you to watch though." Rick, Emma's boyfriend (It was beyond me how any guy could be interested in her), lived all the way in Twinleaf. We visited them every once in a while, and every time I would see Rick's shy brother Ian. Ian and I never really talked much; just a quick hello here and there and then we would part ways. He was my fourteen, my age, with messy black hair and pale blue eyes. It turned out that his first pokemon egg was scheduled to hatch, and once it had matured he would start his pokemon journey.
Just as I turned back around, she continued.
"Of course, we will be riding on Bridgett."
I inwardly groaned. Bridgett was Emma's one and only pokemon, a mean spirited Pigeot. The beast hated me, and I hated her just as strongly. Bridgett would peck at me when ever she had the chance, (her beak was quite sharp) and eyed me like I was some sort of prey. Too bad she was our only source of transportation.
"Yeah, sure." I mumbled. Finally, Emma entered the house and slammed the door.
Smiling, I skipped down the sidewalk and breathed in the fresh scent of the damp air. As a mudkip called in the distance, I started down the road in the direction of my school.
Dry, grassy fields lined the road on either side, hiding who-knows-how-many pokemon. My feet loudly splashed in the growing puddles, and I quickly noticed that the rain was falling harder. In a matter of seconds I was soaked.
Not really minding the cold but trying to get out of the worsening storm, my steps sped up. The wind whipped my mousy brown hair around my face. Just as I was regretting my decision not to bring an umbrella, everything just stopped. The wind, the rain, everything. The world had gone still.
Slightly unnerved by the eerie silence, I stopped. By instinct, I called out.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
Noticing a tangy scent in the air, I continued on. Without warning, light blinded my eyes. The pain was immeasurable; it slammed into me and coursed through my body. A deafening boom filled my ears, and the world went black.
Sorry for the short chapter, future ones will be longer! I just had to end it there. XD Anyway, I will be accepting character applications for the story, just fill out the form below. Try not to make it too generic or too crazy. C:
Name: Your pokemon's name of nickname
Gender: Male or Female. Duh.
Species: What is your pokemon?
Description: Describe your pokemon's looks and unusual features. (I will ignore shiny unless your entry is really good)
Personality: How does your pokemon act?
Age (In human years): Any age will do.
Bio: Have any history? Not necessary if you don't want to put it.
Other Info? : Anything else you'd like to include?
Owned by another Trainer? : Yes or no. If yes, fill this out as well.
Trainer's Name:
Trainer's Gender:
Trainer's Age:
Trainer's Personality:
Trainer's Bio:
Trainer's Other Pokémon (Basic info?):
Anyway, thanks for reading! Reviews are cherished, laminated, and framed! (Okay not really. But you get the picture.)