Hey! It's been awhile since I've last updated a story, or made a story at that. Now I'm back with yet another story that I've had on my mind for a while now, and I hope you enjoy it!
P.S I am currently working on another chapter for my halo story, but I want to take a break from it for a while so I can work on making it a much better reading experience than it is now. I hope you can understand.
Disclaimer* I do not own Pokemon or any of its characters. I only own my OC's.
-The Family House-
It was a dark and stormy Friday night. Perched next to an open window was a boy around 16 years of age. He sat in silence, watching the sudden bursts of lightning as they fought a raging battle against the darkness of the night sky.
He is tall and quiet with dark brown hair and eyes to match with a calm and caring personality. But aside from someone's usual appearance, he holds a secret gift. Some might go as far as to even call it a curse. But either way, it's one that would forever change his life. One that no one knew about, including himself.
He watched the trees of the nearby Lostlorn Forest, dance in the wind. The forest was one of the few things he enjoyed and found comfort in, even going so far as to use it as his very own sanctuary. Sometimes spending hours on end roaming the vast woodland.
It is a beautiful, enchanting landscape, filled to the brim with trees and various types of flowers. It's most known for its ability to cause people to lose their way, becoming lost, though he never found this to be a problem. He thought of it as his home, outside of home.
He was startled by a knock at his door, followed by a familiar voice. "Daniel? Are you in here?"
He pulled himself away from the window to face the door. "Yeah, Mom?"
"I'm going to be leaving soon and won't be back until later tomorrow. Do you mind if I speak with you?" He took one look around his room before letting out a sigh. He hated any form of confrontation, even if it was only his mother. "Come in." he replied.
The door opened to reveal a middle aged woman dressed in a nurse outfit. She had dark brown hair identical to that of his, but her eyes were a bright blue.
"Your father told me about what happened in school today." she said, pulling up a chair next to him. Daniel crossed his arms and looked out through the window.
"What would he know? He's never around anyway." he remarked with a bit of disgust. Earning himself a disappointed look in return.
"You know your father loves you just as much as I do. He's just off—"
"-Working. I know." (I don't buy it…) he answered back.
"Then why don't you lighten up on him a bit?" she asked, gently grabbing his chin and turning it to one side, "now let me have a look at you."
On his left cheek was a bruise and a cut just above his upper lip. She looked him the eyes, giving a look of disappointment. He wasn't a fighter, and she knew that, but if the time arose, he would if forced to.
"It's nothing Mom, I swear." She let out a sigh as she stood from the chair with a look of sympathy and compassion.
"That's no way to handle things, and you know it."
"Mom, I—"
"If it's really that hard for you, how about I hire a private tutor? You won't have to deal with them anymore."
He looked at her trying to sense whether or not she was being serious. She was the only person he knew that he could count on. She was the only one in his family to treat him with utmost respect, or any at all for that matter. Though to be fair, neither one of his parents were ever really home. His father, a businessman, never set aside time to spend with him. His mother on the other hand worked at a Pokémon center away from home. She would check up on him periodically, whether it be by phone, or in person. He was left home alone for extended periods of time, alone, and with really no friends to talk to.
"Really? You'd do that?" His eyes began to water. He would no longer have to face being teased and ridiculed by his peers.
"I'll look into it." she replied, giving him a warm smile. She leaned forward to bring him in for a hug, but to her astonishment, watched as he once again pulled away towards the window.
"What is it?" she asked confused.
He raised his hand and waved her off, hoping it would quiet her. "Do you hear that...?" he asked in a whisper.
Both of them stood in silence, the only audible thing to be heard was the constant roar of thunder and rain.
"Hear what? What's the matter?" She tried to imagine what he was hearing. Though she could make no sense of the situation.
"Something's crying… for help…" he stood from the window, trying think of a way to tell his mother what he is experiencing without causing her alarm. Normally she would just talk to him about what was happening, convincing him to ignore such things.
"I can sense it…it's a strange feeling…nothing like I've had before."
"Sense what?" she asked. "are you feeling alright?" she had always questioned her son's strange behavior, seeing how it wasn't exactly normal.
"It's like it's…hurt..." he said with a hint of caring in his tone. Closing the window, he turned and grabbed his hoodie off from the coat rack in his room.
"Now where are you going? It's late, and if you couldn't tell, there's a storm passing by. Not to mention I need to leave—"
"-Mom, it won't take long—"
"-What won't take long? you're not planning on actually going out there are you?" she asked nervously, shocked by his actions.
"Mom, I need to—"
"-No, what reason do you have for going out so late?" She cut him off. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"It's out there, and it needs my help," he pleaded, taking a few steps to go around her, "you need to trust me on this, it's something much different than before, I can feel it."
"It's just like any other time Daniel. Just ignore it."
"I told you I can't this time, I—"
"-You're willing to put your life at risk for something that may not even exist? Something that might not even be real?" she asked stepping in front of the door, stopping his advance.
He looked at her in shock, wondering what to say. More like what could he say? Of all people, his mother was the one that would give him advice and talk to him when he needed it most. But there she stood, asking him if it was just another one of his delusions. He began to wonder if she thought he was even sane…
"I can't believe you," he answered back with a shaky voice, "out of anybody… wh-why you…?" Tears began to fall once more, not out of joy, but anger.
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean—" she tried to correct herself but it was too late. The damage was done.
"-No. Just…forget it!" he interrupted her.
Her words carried no weight, they passed straight through him. He was pushed beyond his limit, shoving her out of the way. He hurried out of his room and down the flight of stairs, almost tripping over his own feet as tears ran down his face. When he reached the door he threw on his newly bought pair of shoes, not caring what might happen to them, and Slipped on the hoodie he picked up from his room. He flung the door open, slamming it behind him.
She watched as he ran head-on into the unknown. She made no effort to stop him however, even if she had tried, she knew he would've gone anyway. He was in no position to be reasoned with, and she realized that.
She grabbed her car keys and headed out the front door, regretting everything she had just done. By no means did she want to upset him. Part of her wanted to believe in her son, but how? None of this made any sense to her, perhaps it is something beyond her understanding. Or maybe the answer could be found much easier than she imagined.
"I hope he can forgive me," she sighed, "he just needs time…"
-Lostlorn Forest-
The rain thickened, showing no mercy to whomever was within its downpour. In combination, the wind was almost unbearable. At times, Daniel could only see a few feet in front of himself.
He emerged from a group of small bushes, wandering deeper and deeper into the thick of things, searching for whatever it was he heard. He was completely soaked, and no part of him was left untouched by the heavy amount of rainfall. The tears that once covered his face were long gone, and his new shoes were all but that as he was trekking in mud up to his ankles.
Another loud boom rang out followed by a flash of light. He could see a large tree which had been knocked down, perhaps as a result of the violent storm. When he approached the tree he began to feel something strange. The back of his neck had begun to tingle alongside the tips of his fingers.
Behind the tree was a thick layer of brush, and beyond that was a large boulder. He felt as if he were about to throw up as another strange sensation washed over him. Daniel quickly walked around the enormous rock, feeling his heart sink at what he saw.
Laying against the stump of the tree was a badly beaten and unusual looking Zorua with dark blue markings instead of the usual red, though wasn't what caught his eye the most. It appeared to be, human-like? It was clearly exhausted and cold, and almost instinctively made it out to be a girl.
Her little body shivered in response each time a gust of wind kicked by. The fur on her body was rough, and matted. It saddened him to see her like this. Though there was something odd about the Pokémon, something that didn't quite feel right to him.
"Are you the one I was hearing?" he whispered as he leaned down to get a better look, taking notice to the countless scratches and blood covering her fur. She didn't move or make any effort to respond. She was out cold.
He reached out, gently picking her up as to not cause her any discomfort. He held her snugly in his arms as he hurried back to the house as fast as he could.
-A few minutes later-
He walked up the path to the front gate, taking notice that his mother's car was missing. He could see that the porch lights were left on, greeting him home with a warm welcome.
He hurried inside and locked the door behind him. He then took off his muddy shoes and socks, leaving them next to a rug by the door.
He walked up the staircase, careful not to disturb the Pokémon in his arms. Opening the door to his room, he gently placed her on the bed and rushed to the bathroom.
Daniel began throwing cupboards open in search for the medical supplies his mother had stashed away from the Pokémon Center. After rummaging through everything, he managed to find some bandages and a small potion.
He wasted no time getting right to work, applying the bandages and spraying generous amounts where he believed it was needed, ultimately using up the entire bottle.
"There, all better." he proclaimed as he checked over the bandaging. He did his best to fix her matted fur, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning certain areas.
(Now, just what exactly happened to you?) He looked her over trying to come up with any sort of reasonable explanation as to what may have happened. Perhaps she was running from something? But why? Where are her parents?
Snapping out of his brainstorm of scenarios, he remembered something his aunt had given him for his 12th birthday. He grabbed a small golden key hidden under one of his floorboards, using it to open up a locked chest under his bed. Inside were a slew of items, ranging from money he had been saving up as a kid, to a Poke Ball he had gotten. He reached in, grabbing the item he was looking for. His Pokedex.
He blew the dust off of it, taking a seat next to the bed, coughing from the cloud of dust. This was the first time he used it in over 3 years.
He pointed it towards the Zorua in question, scanning her figure. It gave a general description and displayed the Pokémon's information.
Pokedex Data:
National# 570
Type – Dark
Average height – 2'4"
Weight – 27.6 pounds
Abilities – Illusion.
Zorua, the Tricky Fox Pokémon. Zorua hides its true form by changing its shape into people and Pokémon, and loves to surprise people. Bonds between these Pokemon are very strong, and it protects the safety of it's pack by tricking its opponents.
"What...?" He glanced back at the Zorua, comparing her to the one in the Pokédex. For starters, where certain parts of fur should be red, hers were an aqua blue. The Zorua in the Pokédex is small and walks on all fours. But she's much taller, probably around 4'5. And instead of hind legs, hers were long and slender. She didn't have the roughly padded paws of an animal, but the soft, gentle hands of a person. The longer he stared, the less she looked like a pokémon.
(This is supposed to be a Zorua? But, she's...) He took another look at the Pokédex, this time reading the entry. It says Zoruas can hide their true form, even taking on the same shape as people.
(I'm being...tricked?) He dropped the Pokédex, remembering what his mother said.
"You're willing to put your life at risk for something that may not even exist? Something that might not even be real?" Those words hurt him, because instead of seeing a wild Pokémon, he saw a girl...
"You are not...fake..." Tears began to fall, his face red with frustration. "I heard your voice... I ran into the pouring rain, just to find you...!"
He took a closer look at her leg, the same one he taken the time to care for and bandage. He closed his eyes, running his hand along it.
(Cold, rough, and wet...) That is what he felt from her fur. He opened his eyes again, somewhat relieved.
(Cold, rough, and wet...) He repeated it over and over in his mind. These are sensations that cannot be tricked...proof that she is real.
(Cold, rough, and wet...) After thinking it to himself enough times, he became tired. Even so, Daniel kept watch over her. He could hear her breathing over the storm outside, her chest rising and sinking back down with each breath. It was relaxing, reassuring him that she was doing much better then when he had first found her. That in itself was enough to put a sense of pride in his heart, and a smile on his face.
As time went by, the boys ability to keep awake diminished. His eyes began to relax, losing focus with each passing second.
Realizing he was losing the battle against sleep, he got up and opened the door in case she wanted to go out. He then grabbed a pillow and a blanket off from the bed, careful not to wake her.
He laid down on the floor, placing the pillow under his head and wrapping himself in the blanket. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
There you have it, chapter 1. Let me know what you think and how I could improve. And, no flames guys, I'd like to learn from my mistakes, not have people complain about them without giving any advice.