Hello, my name is Ori. This is my first story, and the idea isn't really mine. All ideas from this story were inspired by SpartanLemons and his amazing story, The Legendary Champions. While I may love his stories, some of the plot twists he had kind of threw me off. (Bruh I was like a hardcore Ellie fan).
I am not saying i don't like his way of telling the story i just didn't care for that particular plot twist, meaning i will try to stick to the champions and legendaries idea more so than adding insane plot twists that no one had the slightest hint was going to means that my stories won't have the same plot that his does. Yes i know they are both about champions, and yes i know they both start the same. Keep in mind that I own nothing having to do with Pokemon. This is for the enjoyment of the people reading this, so please review, feel free to tell me of spelling errors, pm me with ideas about how the story should go. So without further delay, here is
The Rage of the Harbinger
Hello, my name is Seven. I have no middle name, no last name and no past that I wish to speak of. I was born in Nimbasa City, the one with the big fucking Ferris wheel and the amusement park for a Pokemon gym.
I've been homeless for about 7 years now after I was kicked to the curb and left to die by my ungrateful parents, can you believe they said i wasn't even their son? I've known them my entire life and they told me I wasn't their son, how fucked up is that. I spent my entire life with them just for them to call me trash and throw me to the curb. That's when I was thrown out and left to die, but the thing is I didn't die.
I found ways to survive, though I developed a gambling habit while doing so. I also taught myself to fight and pickpocket and work with what was available at the time. But enough about me, here is where my story begins.(Queue the random music that plays during a Poke'mon movie intro.)
CHAPTER 1: The beginning
I was walking down the alleys of Nimbasa City listening to music and deciding on my playlist I've been told numerous times by gangs and thugs and whoever else I gambled with to pick a genre and stick with it, but that wasn't really my style.
I liked when rap music suddenly flowed into the elegant violins and pianos of acoustic versions of alternative rock songs that rapidly changed to classic rock in a matter of minutes. It pleased me when the shuffle button cooperated and made the perfect sequence. My
thoughts were cut short by feminine screams. I bolted down the alley and found the source, a pale women about 5'10" with Crimson hair and black highlights being pinned against a wall by a group of three thugs.
"Look boss, we got a good one" one of the thugs exclaimed as he pulled out a knife.
"I know Frank, she'll be perfect. I can't wait to make her scream with fear and a little pleasure.".
As the third thug was about to speak I cut in, I interrupted " Why don't you three back away from the lady and go about your day like the fine fucking gentlemen you are"
I said.
" Who might you be runt? ", The one who I perceived to be in charged asked.
"Oh, no one important. Just the one who's going to break every bone in your body if you don't leave the lady alone.". As these words left my mouth all three men laughed and began advancing towards me, but not before giving the woman a punch to the stomach to make her stay put. "Wait wait wait, timeout." I said as I fumbled with my earbuds and managed to get them in. "Ok, time in" as I hit play and began to rush to Tech N9ne's Am I a Psycho. I began to sing as my fist collided with the first thug ," I see you looking at me, looking at me so I ask, AM I A PSYCHO?" As I twisted his arm behind his back and shoving his head against the brick wall, kicking his leg out then snapping his neck leaving him dead on the spot. I then turned to the leader and grabbed his arm before breaking it, with his other hand he pulled out a knife which I gladly took from him and shoved into his neck before pushing him to the side to see the last thug put a gun to his head then pulling the trigger. I watched as the last thug ended himself and lay there In a bloody mess on the ground.
When I saw everything was done I went to check on the lady. "May I ask your name ma'am?" I asked,
"Please don't hurt me I won't tell anyone just please leave me alone!" She screamed as I approached.
" I'm not here to hurt you. I came to help" I told her as I took out my earbuds and neatly tying them in a bow before playing them in my pocket.
"So you aren't going to hurt me?" She asked.
" No I would never do such a thing to someone who has never wronged me or anyone else." I told her.
She suddenly said the word "Venna."
"Excuse me?" I asked.
" You asked for my name and I do believe that is my name." She smiled as she spoke.
I stared in disbelief as the woman who cowered before me while watching me cause so much fear and terror I caused a man to commit suicide, looked at me in kindness and compassion like she new my sad existence would end soon as me and the last thug had something in common, he ended his life just like I planned on doing.
She snapped her fingers, pulling me from my thoughts and said " follow me. I know somewhere I can repay you with something you so obviously need, food.".
I suddenly realized that i hadn't eaten much Since being thrown out and happily followed without saying a word.
After the wonderful meal we said our goodbyes.
As I was walking away I heard her yell out " you never told me your name".
I turned and looked at her and said one word, the only word that seemed to bring me luck, "Seven" I yelled back and turned to walk away.
Later that night I sat on top of the Ferris wheel and contemplated why I should keep living.
Moments later I reached a conclusion. "Nope nothing comes to mind." I said aloud and with a smirk as I jumped, ready to feel the sweet release that the ground would provide me with. It never came, all that I saw was darkness.
