Chapter 1: Birth
Disclaimer: I own each personality, except a few in the fifth chapter, but the character designs, the attacks, and the world are not mine.
A/N: All fighting in this story come from real pokemon attacks, and are used by the appropriate species (with one TM and one HM). Except I had a charmeleon use stomp.
An ekans slithered up a tree, occasionally jutting out its tongue as it tracked the scent. It curled onto a branch and found its goal… a nest of pidgey eggs. On the eggs was their mother, also a pidgey. The ekans crept up onto the branch, coiled, and struck, sinking its fangs into the bird. Its prey leapt off the branch, the ekans still attached. As the poison filled her veins, the pidgey slowly fell to the ground. She struggled for a while, then died, and was eaten.
As he was finishing his meal, the ekans noticed that he was lying in a bush. Suddenly, as he swallowed the last of the bird, something strange happened. His body glowed bright white, and he started to change. Although somehow knowing that he had the power to stop and reverse the process, he willingly allowed it to continue. He felt his rattle merge into his body, then stretch out. His neck widened and he felt his mouth become more pointed, his fangs longer. He could literally feel his colors change. Slowly, the glow disappeared, and an arbok was left behind. He finished his meal, and then curled up. He would sleep until he was hungry again.
Meanwhile, a few feet off, a charmeleon gathered her eggs and counted them. Inside the nest were five eggs, containing nearly grown charmanders. Satisfied by the count, she walked off again in search of prey, not noticing the arbok waiting nearby.
Gradually, the hunger grew in the arbok's stomach, then into his mind. After a few days of rest, he was again ready to hunt. He had observed the charmeleon returning consistently to one point, and decided that he should investigate. It was hatching season, after all. He watched the mother walk off again, and then slithered to the nest. As he had expected. He glided from egg to egg, unhooking his lower jaw and consuming them. When his mouth was halfway around the fourth egg, he heard a cracking noise and a head burst from the one untouched egg. The confused charmander took his first look at the world, and saw the predator. Instinctively, he knew what was happening. "Charmander! Char! Char!" The arbok was unconcerned. He was calling his momma, so what? She was too far to save him. Then he felt some tremors in the ground. Maybe she wasn't!
The carmeleon heard her child's cries and ran. She had never heard that small little voice, but she could hear the direction, and these were not her first children. As she reached the clearing, she saw the snake, and pounced. She landed directly behind his head, launching the egg out of his mouth. He struggled, but was helpless as she slashed his head off with her claws. He stopped fighting. Then she slit his back open, hoping desperately that her babies were still alive. No such luck. Then she turned to the egg she had dislodged. It had hit a tree. As she investigated further, she saw that there were shatter marks where it had hit, but more importantly, it had two, thick grooves filled with poison from where the arbok had bitten. In a last ditch effort, she rolled the egg over, draining the poison as best she could. Here she waited for hours, hoping for it to hatch. It didn't. Suddenly, she felt something touch her leg. Still hyper, she spun around and almost killed it. She barely stopped in time to see what it was. Her one remaining child. She put her arms around it and carried it off. They would not return.
A/N: I plan to update this story every Friday at about 4:00 EST.
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