Yay, my first fic, I hope you like it, it was really fun to write. If this turnes out to be a flop, I'll scratch the whole thing. I'll try and update at least once a week!
Joe's Revenge - Prologue
A blinding flash of light, I stumble to the ground. A figure leaps on me; I can still remember its hot breath against my face. It lowers its head so it can get a better few of my neck, my vision still blurred.
" Mightyena, no," commands a voice, muffled because of the blood still poring out of my two ears " I want our guest to witness the destruction of the world, along with the death of his dearly beloved brother."
Mightyena leaps off and returns to his master, sitting by his right leg. A pair of strong hands grabs my shoulders and hoists me up. Unfortunately my vision always returns around this point and the first thing I see is my brother, strapped to a wall, a knife held against his throat. Were in a large circular room with a large window to the left of me. A small dot in the distance is barely visible through the window. Behind me are all the lowly grunts my brother took out without breaking a sweat. The Grunt holding me up has a nasty bite on his left thigh. I turn my attention back to my brother. Around him are the discarded bodies of his beloved Pokemon. Gabite, Sceptile, Tentacrual and Medicham. All with bite marks somewhere, all motionless. The only Pokemon of his not dead is his Lairon. Its metal hide prevented it from Mightyena's bite attack so they locked him up in a soundproof cage propped against the wall to the right of me. The dot outside is growing steadily larger; a man atop a large metal bird is clearly visible now. If only he had of been a few seconds earlier.
" Now, say goodbye to your brother Joe, for sorrow will be the last emotion you ever feel." He lowers the knife a few centimetres more, any minute now blood will drench the floors.
"Noooooo," I shout pleadingly, the first words I've been able to muster " Take me instead!"
"Oh Believe me, I will," he says with relish " but first things first. Your brothers been an annoying torn in my side for too long now that torn is finally going to be eradicated."
In one quick slice my bothers neck is sliced like a piece of bread.
"Noooooo!" I shout and sit up, panting, the bed sheet covered in sweat (at least I hope its sweat).
"Oh, thank god it was just a dream." I say out loud. But it was no dream this really happened, two weeks ago. My brothers really dead and nothing can change that. I lay my head on my pillow and try to go back to sleep. Back to dreams of Mightyena's, butchered Pokemon and blood drenched floors.
My names Joe and this is the story of my Pokemon adventure!
Part 1 – Do You like Pancakes?
The smell of pancakes wafts up from downstairs. I sit myself up and stretch. I swing my feet around, out from underneath the bedcovers. I stay there for a while; trying to forget the dream I had last night. But no matter how hard I try to forget the dream, the memories wont go away. I yawn and stretch again, looking around.
My room is the largest room in the house and has its own en'suit bathroom. It's circular in shape and has hard wooden floors. The walls are painted sky blue but they're barely visible due to the amount of posters plastered against them. A PC is opposite from me and a TV is right across from my bed, a Nintendo Wii connected to it. An oak wardrobe is standing alone near the stairs, which are situated just behind the TV. A single square window is right above my bed pane, shining light down onto the end of the bed. My Shinx is lying, asleep on the end of my bed, curled up at an odd angle. I sit there, staring at him, waiting for my Mom to call me for breakfast.
After about five minutes a sweet female voice calls " Joe, Breakfasts ready."
I recognise that voice but its not my Mom's. It's the voice of the girl who lives next door, Annabelle. She normally comes over at meal times and stays for the rest of the day. When I was five I had a crush on her, put that passed a long time ago.
I get up off my bed and walk over to the wardrobe, slipping my slippers on beside it. I open the wardrobe and take my ruby red dressing gown out. It used to itch against my skin when I first got it but not any more. I put it on slowly, deliberately taking my time. Although Annabelle is a nice girl and one of my best friends, she never stops talking, and I'm not in the mood right now to listen to her go on and on. I close the Wardrobe door and tie the rope around the dressing gown. Something stirs behind me, then with a thud, lands on the floor. There's Shinx, its back legs straight and his front ones stretched out as far as they could go.
" So you're finally awake?" I ask although its obvious he is "come, we better get down to breakfast."
"Shin!" he replies rather drowsily.
I walk down the stairs groggily, Shinx padding along behind me.
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"So, Joe, did you sleep well?" asks Annabelle. Her ponytail swings and hits my other best friend Jason square in the face as she whirls around to see me walking down the stairs. Jason occasionally comes over as well. I'm not surprised my mam or dads not here, they normally help out professor fir in the mornings.
"Not well." I state, "I've had the same dream since…"
I stop as if I've hit a brick wall. I try to say something but my jaw's clamped shut. I've gone to see many psychologists but none of their techniques worked. Since losing Eoin there's been a void that you just cant fill.
"C'mon man, just say it, you'll feel better once you do." Encouraged Jason, rubbing his nose where Annabelle's ponytail hit him.
"Since… since… since…" I stutter, "Since that 'event' happened.
"There" said Annabelle, relieved I hadn't burst into tears like last time " Don't you feel a little bit better?"
" I guess" I reply, pissed that they made me do that.
"Well, today's the big day isn't it." Exclaims Jason, shoving the pancakes Annabelle just handed him into his mouth. A look of pure disgust crosses Annabelle's face as he does that.
Although Jason is one of the most popular people in our school, Annabelle always found the way he acted disgusting.
Jason's about 5'4 in height and is average weight for a 13 year old. He has longish bleached Blond hair and dark green eyes. He has a personality that, no matter who you are, you have to love. He's quirky yet laid back at the same time. The one thing he lacks is courage. Ask him to climb a tree and he'll back out, without even thinking.
Annabelle is a strange sort. She's the one girl in school who seemed to resist Jason's charms. She's short for her age at 4'6 and rather skinny too. Her features are as smooth as smooth can get. Her hair falls town to her shoulder blades and curls at the end. Her eyes are as brown as her hair is black.
Now I suppose its time to describe myself. I'm around the same weight and height as Jason but I have blue eyes and I always have my brown hair spiked up. I'm always referred to as the sidekick whenever Jason and I cook up some scheme or adventure. I used to hate it but now I don't mind. Unlike Jason I have courage enough for both of us. I once saved a cat from getting hit by a car (although I wouldn't be surprised if the cat could of saved itself).
"Yeah, today we start our Pokemon adventures!" explains Annabelle. Although Annabelle's a year older than us she promised she'd wait till we both turned 13. It was Jason's birthday three weeks ago but certain event prevented us from celebrating the occasion. Unlike the other regions, you must be 13 before you can set out on your journey in Shikoku.
"Yay!" I say with false enthusiasm. Shinx jumps onto the table and starts licking the maple syrup off my pancake. Annabelle giggles but I can tell it's strained.
"Now c'mon, finish your breakfast and go upstairs and have a shower." Commands Annabelle, a motherly air around her, "We got a big day ahead of us!"