A/N- So I haven't wrote in a while. It's been a really long time. I felt the need to do something, so here comes this story. It's a complete different look at Pokémon. This is also not for kids. I might put a bit of cussing, but not too much. But it is bloody, so if that kind of thing bothers you please don't read. This story is first person pint of view. I look at this story as I wound an anime.
Exclaimer for the whole story (I don't like posting one every chapter): Nothing of Pokémon is my idea, that all goes to the owners of it. But, I own this stories specific plot, my writing, and my characters used in this story.
Song of the chapter: All around me: Flyleaf
(Isumi's P.O.V.)
I remember lying in the snow, what used to be white now stained a brilliant red, surrounded by creatures I'd never seen before. They didn't seem hostile, yet they also didn't have an innocent or harmless look to them. I remember their eyes mostly. Dark, mysterious orbs that held light, and reflected it like that of a cats. What took my breath away mostly, was the intent behind those eyes. Nothing of them was to be feared, only admired. And as they watched me, I began to find I was lost in admiration for them. Each pair of eyes, distinct and unique to the owner of them. They were what was holding me to this world. If not for them, I don't think I'd be able to recall this moment.
It didn't even occur to me what the creatures were doing. Once I was past their eyes, I realized I felt nothing. No pain, no shaking as my body tried to retain its heat, nothing. Just a cold silence and stillness. My body was beyond the point of even trying to help itself. Much like me. I couldn't even imagine trying to muster up the will to stand up. Any will of living had already retreated from my thoughts. I didn't even know how I'd ended up in this situation. Nothing around me seemed clear, along with my thoughts. A thin veil of mist seemed to guard my sense of reasoning. Why am I just staying here? Why haven't I moved yet? My brain couldn't even come up with an answer. Even my reasoning, the part that everyone can rely on most, seemed to have abandoned me.
But these creatures, they didn't. They stayed here, their eyes on me, reassuring. And as I had watched them, they seemed to move closer and closer, too close. But as they came closer, for once I felt something. Little sparks of heat, clouding my body, until soon it felt like my body was burning. The pain was the third most vivid memory, but it wasn't a bad one. Because as I felt heat souring through my body, I felt the first signs of something I hadn't felt in a while, life. Life! A chance to regain my previous thoughts and wishes that now seemed to have abandoned me. What a meaningless death. To think I'd even resort to that kind of thing. These animals, each one of them a tiny fire flickering in my blank world, seemed to stay continuous. They shout signs of life while I shriek that of death. My tiny little saviors, in this world of ice and frost.
(Ayame's P.O.V.)
The human was found half dead, lying in the snow during the worst storm I'd seen. She looked towards the sky, her eyes glazed as though already dead. It actually scared me, how lifeless they were. Her breathing told me otherwise, that she was indeed alive. But her eyes…so cold, without a purpose. The eyes of someone who has given up on living. I hated that. I couldn't imagine the thought of no longer wanting to live. How could she just lie there, letting death come like that? Human or no human, she was still a living creature. And that as a fact means she should want to survive. I know when it came down to it for me, I've always wanted to live. I've always wanted a unique purpose. No one should have life dragged away from them before they've had a chance to see what their life was worth. And to wish for death, or at least let it happen like this is so absurd!
Yet there she lie, blood pooling beneath her once strong, now fragile body. I could tell she didn't even notice the pain. The cold was her antidote of nothingness, a getaway. At first I couldn't tell where her wounds came from. But at a second glance, it was obvious they were from a Pokémon with the intent to kill. I could see how Pokémon would come to do this, she is the first human seen in centuries in this forest. In fact, actually the first one we've ever seen. We've heard stories from the animals, and seen evidence of human's existence. However, we have no clue what happened during that time to make the big jump from humans to Pokémon.
For a Pokémon to find her, and know what humans are capable of, there's no telling that they would try to kill her. She is a danger to us, humans and their superior ways of thinking. She'd be killed in an instant in this world. We are not always peaceful. But there are a few, like us, who could never turn their backs on someone in need. We saw her as one of our own, my family did. And I saw her as I'd seen nothing else in this world. I felt the need to give her a reason to live. She wouldn't die here like this. I saw her, a bloody representation of our cruel world, and I did it. I helped her.
A/N- I'm still debating or not whether I should continue or not. Let me know what you guys think.