Author's Note: Hey everybody! It's Doctor Nick! Okay, sorry, had to get that offa my
chest. Anyway, I'm Tony "TJ" Dark, and this is my first published fic. I had five in the
works but then my parents deleted them Anyway, be nice, no massively mean flames,
and if you do review please make it constructive--you know, what you liked, didn't like,
would like to see, etc. Updates are gonna be kinda sporadic, but I'll do my best. Oh yeah,
these first two chapters are gonna be from May's perspective, followed by a few chapters
from TJ's perspective, and then it's just gonna go wherever, perspective-wise.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, Houenn, May, or any derivitave thereof. I do own
my character TJ, and I own his method of arrival (unless God wishes to take credit).
Note: "Speaking"
Thinking
Pokéspeak
Psychic conversations
Flashbacks
Chapter One:
Afternoon Angel
The sun was beginning its daily dance with the clouds as 17-year-old May Maple sighted Littleroot. Sighing in an uncomfortable manner, she picked up her pace a little
and headed towards the little mountain town. As she walked she absentmindedly rubbed
the two pokéballs hanging on her belt.
A grim smile appeared on her face as Birch's laboratory came into view. That was
where it had all started; that was where it would end, for her. A year and a half with Ash,
and two on her own. And what did she have to show for it? A vision of a Beautifly
covered in pink ribbons flashed through her head, but she angrily shoved it away.
Dammit, she was through! A washout! A worthless bum! Her pokémon deserved better
than that! Unbidden, a picture of Ash floated into her head, smiling confidently after his
win in Sootopolis. He had striven so hard to get there, and overcome so many obstacles.
And she had been right there with him, traveling, winning contests, learning the ins and
outs of a coordinator. And she grew older, and as she grew, she fell in love with him. It
seemed only natural, after all. And wasn't he her elder by a year anyway? Shouldn't he be
feeling for her as well? Well, alright, maybe not the way Brock felt about girls, but still,
something!
Rebellious eyes shed tears of pain, but May didn't notice. No, she thought, nothing. Not a thing. He went home without so much as a heartfelt goodbye. He couldn't care less about me.
"Stop it, dammit!" she yelled at herself.
May sniffled, noticing for the first time that she was crying. Well, it wouldn't do
to have her mom see her like this, would it? No, it wouldn't. So she made a small detour,
kneeling at a nearby stream to wash her face. May sighed. When Ash had left, just a short
"See ya!" and a boat's motor gunning, she had finally admitted to herself that he didn't
care about her. Not that way, anyway. Oh sure, she could have followed him, but it
wouldn't have changed anything. When she admitted that, something changed in her.
Something broke. So she went off on her own journey of discovery, and screw Ash. She
traveled Houenn for two years, seeking out master coordinators and learning the secrets
of being totally and completely cute. It didn't take much work for her, and Beautifly
mastered it easily enough. And there was always Torchic, later Combusken, to help her,
comfort her, protect her. Two years she journeyed. Two years she traveled. Two years she
ran. And when she finally grew up enough to admit this as well, she decided that
Beautifly and Combusken deserved more than a trainer who constantly ran from the
memory of one-sided love. So she despairingly began the journey back to Littleroot, and
her mother.
May stood up and stretched, hearing joints pop. Damn, it used to be easier to walk
around. Well, no sense holding off on the inevitable, she thought. Returning to the path,
she glanced at her pokéballs wistfully. She could still picture in her mind the scene
yesterday when she had explained to her pokémon what was going to happen...
"...And since he has connections to just about every important person in Houenn, I'm sure he'll be able to find you a good trainer, so I'm turning you over to him, 'K guys?"
Beautifly had stared at her, then started laughing like it was all a huge joke. When May only smiled sadly instead of joining in, Beuatifly became very distressed and started doing all the cute little tricks that had won her competitions in days gone by. Over and over again she swooped, fluttered, and hovered before May's face. But Combusken just stood there, looking at May with a mixture of sorrow and pity, and then walked over, grabbed her hand, patted it, and hugged her hips and leg.
This had been the wrong thing to do, and May had angrily put Combusken and Beautifly into their pokéballs, and then stuffed the balls angrily into their slots on her belt. "Dammit you guys, can't you see I'm doing this for your own good? It's for the best!"
Tears threatened to spill from her eyes again. She angrily dashed them away, then
gazed sadly at her pokéballs. It's for the best, she thought, but still...
"I'm sorry, guys," she whispered.
May was walking the streets of Littleroot slowly, but it only delayed her fate.
Littleroot was a quaint little town, mostly a retirement community. Elderly couples came
here for the invigorating mountain air, although May's father Norman had moved his
family there for the peace and tranquility, the still quiet of the-
"Hey you! Girl!"
Oh well, so much for peace and tranquility. May turned to see three boys, her age
or a little older, staggering towards her. The sun was finishing its dance with the clouds,
only about fifteen to twenty minutes of daylight remained. Due to the fact that the boys
were coming at her from the East, she couldn't make out any of their features, but they
were all very big.
"Hey you," said the boy in front-May assumed he was the leader, "Arnchoo a
trainer?"
May could have told them she was, in fact, a pokémon coordinator, much
different, but why bother? She shrugged indifferently. "Yeah, so?"
"Then you gotta battle!" said the leader. Up close it was evident that all three had
been drinking heavily. Their breathe reeked of alcohol and vile homemade additives, and
they were swaying a bit. May snorted. She could take a few drunk losers anyday.
"Alright, I'm game. Let's go!"
"I chooze YOU!" eight pokéballs shot out and exploded into snarling monsters.
Beautifly and Combusken came out in battle stances, ready to pummel anyone foolish
enough to attack their trainer. Surrounding them in a loose circle were two Zigzagoon, a
Poochyena, two Wurmple, and a Taillow.
"Hey, no fair!" shouted May. "You're fighting with six guys, and I've only got
two! That's cheating!"
"Yeah?" said the leader. He belched, then said, "So?"
Inside May seethed at his treatment of her, but outwardly her face slipped into an
impassive mask. "Fine, but don't whine when I beat your ass. Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's go! Beautifly, Sleep Powder! Combusken, Double Kick the Poochyenas!"
Beautifly flew high above the street, raining down sleep spores on the
unsuspecting ground dwellers. Combusken also sprang into action, striking out at the
Poochyena, felling each with a single blow. May giggled.
"Hey, no fair! That's cheating!"
"Oh yeah, and six on two isn't?"
"Fine, we c'n fight that way! Zigzagoon, Bubblebeam Combusken! Taillow, Wing
Attack Beautifly! Wurmple, String Shot Beautifly down to earth!"
Pokémon battle cries resounded as the combatants clashed again. Combusken
managed to take out both Zigzagoon, but it was clear that the crossfire from two
bubblebeams at once had severely weakened him, and he was barely able to stand.
Beautifly had managed to Gust Taillow out of the battle, but had been unable to block
Wurmple, and was now unable to move, much less battle. May recalled her.
"Alright Combusken, it's up to you to finish this! Fire Punch that Wurmple!"
Wurmple, String Shot 'im!"
Wurmple spewed silk, but Combusken shoved his now burning fist in the way and
burned it off all the way to his target--Wurmple's head! Wurmple flew twenty feet, rolled
a few times, then flopped limply and didn't get back up.
May danced over to Combusken, and squealed happily, "You did it! Good job
Combusken!"
Combusken stared up at her gravely, then nodded. He clacked his beak once, then
opened his mouth to speak. Whatever he was going to say May never found out, because
suddenly a large rock crashed down onto his head, knocking him out. The leader of the
boys stood over him, huffing.
May yelled in indignation and concern, and rushed over to Combusken. She held
her ear to hiss chest and was relieved to hear him breath. She returned him to his
pokéball, then stood and started yelling at the boy.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing, dammit! You could have hurt him, or
or killed him, you stuck up jerk, there's no need to beat on my pokémon just because you
lost, and you are such a sore loser, and I hope that your house crashes down on you,
and you lose your pokémon, and...umm...uhh..."
May trailed off. For the first time she noticed that all three boys were staring at
her, and all of them looked angry. Angry and...something else. Something that scared her.
"Don' like you beet'n us," said the leader. "s'not nice."
May could now smell the alcohol even more strongly. The boy looked evil, they
all looked evil. May was very very scared. "Y-y-you're drunk," she stuttered, "y-you
should just l-leave me alone."
"Y' should 'pologize fer bein' not nice," said the boy. "Y' should do somethin'
nice fer us."
May was now terrified. "W-what do you have in m-mind?" she asked.
The boy didn't answer, he just stared at her chest. Now, May was no classic
beauty, but she was fairly cute. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he
wanted. May screamed.
"Get away from me!" she shouted. She turned to run but ran into something,
another one of the boys. He shoved her roughly back, then spun her around to face the
leader.
"Bad girl," he said in a low voice. Then he backhanded her.
Littleroot town spun around. It seemed to take hours for May to fall, and when she
hit the ground the world shook. Littleroot continued to spin as her pulse hammered in her ears. She heard a clicking noise, and with a shock realized that it was the leader unzipping
his pants. He leered down at her, and his friends started trying to rip off her clothes.
"Don'choo worry baby, gonna make ya feel reeeel good," slurred the boy.
May tried to scream again, but one of the boys gagged her mouth with his shirt.
Oh God oh God oh God I'm gonna die, thought May, oh God help me someone anyone
please help me oh God...
And then a miracle happened.
"HAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Down from the fading sunset came an angel, a battle cry tearing from his lips, his
robes billowing about him, and his sword flashing in the sun's rays. One of the boys was
down before he knew what hit him, he fell and didn't get back up. The other boy holding
her stood up drunkenly, trying to put up his fists. The angel swung his sword at both
hands, and the boy screamed out in agony. The angel swung a third time, at the boy's side
making him double up, then a final time at the boy's head. He too did not get up. Now
only the leader was left.
He was standing unevenly, staring at the angel with a mixture of fear and
contempt. "The fuck do you want!" he snarled.
The angel said nothing, merely swung his sword into a ready position, and
beckoned with his right hand. The leader screamed in rage and charged at the angel,
weaving drunkenly for ten yards. The angel stood still until the leader was less than a foot
away, then snapped up his left hand, leveled out his sword and shoved it in the leader's
face. The leader screamed, blood flew, and the boy's body thudded to a halt next to her.
The angel stuck his sword in his robes, then turned around and strode over to
May. He knelt down, the final rays of sunlight framing his face.
"Are you all right?" he asked?
May couldn't help but notice that his voice was pleasantly light, a sweet tenor
with overtones of concern that made her heart flip over, for some reason. She smiled, and
tried to answer him. No words came out; May frowned, that was odd! Maybe it was
because she was so very tired. She really wanted to reassure the angel, tell him she was
fine, and thank him for rescuing her, but she was so very tired, and it was already
nighttime, and so she was sure that the angel wouldn't mind if she just thanked him in the
morning. And with that thought, she promptly blacked out.
A/N:Evil, Aren't I? Hopefully I should have an update sometime around tomorrow, or maybe the next day. Anyway, read and review!