Reminder: Pokémon and its characters are the copy right of Nintendo, Game Freak and 4kids WB productions. Of course, Satoshi Tajiri too...
DARK FIRE
By Arcaine Kid
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Rain.
But...who am I? From the depths of the darkness I awoke, now only light engulfed me like an embracing mother. It stung my eyes like a hive of bees, and in frantic I gave a weak cry that escaped from my throat. The branch that supported me could hold on no longer, and broke with a resounding snap.
CCCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCKK! Helpless, and my entire body feeling like lead, I crashed through another dozen branches, an abandoned Fearow nest, before finally hurtled into a puddle of water. Pain jolted into me once more.
What luck.
Such bad luck.
However surprisingly the water seemed to soothe me before I felt the soreness no more. Yet my mind is longer focusing on movement, I lay there gasping, my vision blurred and with red spots. As I seemed to drift back into the darkness I came from, I have no consciousness I was picked up and carried away...
(Nurse Joy's P.O.V)
I was worried.
The truth is very...very...very...worried.
These days Pokémon trainers are always battling. Every moment I had no rest - Chansey, Blissey, Miltank, and Drowzee are tired for all time. And it ended up I had to heal them instead of healing other people. That was no easy job.
Yet it was not the reason that was haunting my mind. When I mentioned - Pokémon
Trainers are always battling - I didn't mean those scanty little fights ten years ago. It implies the terrible thing happening in the Pokémon world. Something I wouldn't want to remember I either.
Then my thoughts was switched to what I held in my arms - a deathly white lizard that should always be in red not like the horror I'm cleaving. That was because it is supposed to be Pokémon 004 - Charmander. Cute and fiery at the same time.
Fire, ice/water, lightning, and dark Pokémon were already wiped out off this planet. Even the smarty-pants Professor Oak had enlightened me with their extinction here. There are notes, readings, and even witnesses to prove it. Now I'm totally unnerved.
Why am I holding this thing?
Is it a freak? Something unnatural, one in a millionth?
Or was it preordained to be something else?
I shook off the contemplation in my head. Whatever it is, my only job is to restore it back to perfect health. My raincoat whipping my legs as the wind blew fiercely, I pushed open the doors of the Pokémon Center. Chansey stood not far from me, a look of fear in its eyes.
Joy, It replied urgently. Is that a Charmander?
"Yep." I hastily replied and dashed to the emergency room. "You, Drowzee and Miltank are to report to Scope 415...now!"
As Chansey and me dashed off in different directions, I took a deep breath before entering the area. I had always hope I wouldn't have to see all of this, but yet it would make me loathe if I think like that. Whilst I pushed open the flaps, a pungent smell of blood and plasma was in the air.
That was because I'm now in a capacity occupied by two hundred ailing people. Community that was injured, dying, sick and some even became mad. Several wailed like Houndooms with their mouths foaming as I passed by them and struggled to move, but to no avail for they were chained.
Intuition told me I better hurry on to the operating section, so I ran. My brogues went clicking clacking against the floor before I leapt into the room, closed the door, and sucked in a sharp breath.
By at the moment, the Charmander I was holding started to stir. Miltank and Chansey were already there, and I quickly placed the Fire Pokémon on the bed with my face red as a tomato. And that was when the weirdest operation in my life.
"Drowzee!" I called out in more of a commander's tone than a nurse. "Prepare for a Disable anytime, in case the Charmander starts to struggle." Then I turned to look at Chansey and Miltank and they both gave me thumbs up; they know what to do.
The Charmander seem to be getting on okay. But yet I've heard from my grandma's mouth that wherever a newborn Pokémon isn't the right colour, it is not...
My predictions were correct. Almost, actually. The scale has indicated the Charmander's heartbeat was going stronger, which was very unlike for a newborn yet. But the colour...air shortage? It was then when the Charmander's eyes suddenly snapped open wide and it gave a low wail before belching a blaze of eerie shadowy fire. Immediately Drowzee leapt to his feet, eyes glowing purplish blue to perform the Disable attack. However it had no effect - the Charmander struggled and its body began to crackle with black and white lightning.
I thought we were history.
Then Chansey waddled out, her body shimmering with sheen of unholy blue. A faint clinking of bells could be heard, and at once the Charmander calmed down to an eerie calmness, still staring at us with its solid black eyes.
"Thanks for your Heal Bell, Chansey," I replied gratefully but not noticing something. "We better continue now."
Miltank nodded, her face showing signs of strain from doing the Milk Drink move. Instinctively, I could sense Charmander was feeling concern for it, but was too weak to say it out.
Should I do it now, Miltank sighed. Carrie?
Without me realizing, I gazed hard at my Miltank and growled, "Don't ever call me by that name again." I must have sounded more like a demon, for the Charmander shrank back but started coughing excessively. Immediately my anger changed to alarm. Just as startled as me, Miltank ran over and started pumping the Milk Drink. I glanced sideways to the scale - the Pokémon's heartbeat was fainter every second!
BBBBBRRRRUUUMM! The hospital shook as if struck by an earthquake. Everybody in the emergency room was off his or her feet, but by the stroke of luck, the Charmander landed in my arms as it spitted out clear fluid. "Ar!" It squeaked, but still rather weakly.
"Well so soon?" I groaned, but suddenly noticing the Charmander was still white, and strangely enough a dark coloured fire radiated at the tip of its tail. It was then fear engulfed my mind once more. It was truly a freak of Pokémon nature! However my thoughts of dread were snapped when Dane, my assistant, burst in.
"Nurse Joy!" Dane called, as the hospital shook once more and the wailings grew louder. His face was ashen white like the Charmander. "Newbark is under siege! By the four Divinities!" More wailings were heard from outside.
Nevertheless, suddenly a blast of white-hot flames erupted above our heads before as if it had its own mentality, burst through the next door. Death cries were heard from the room before the flames died down, and only ashes and blackened remains linger about. Dane, the remaining Pokémon, and me were shocked.
Oh my god...Chansey gasped.
The room smelled musty of filth and blood - and an enormous creature with a knobbed, long tail, and a catlike-head stood among the ruins, crying out a reverberation that at first sounded melodious before it turned into hideous battle-screams. At last it spotted us (that stayed rooted on the spot, dummy us) and arched its long neck, a purplish-yellow energy building up in its mouth.
Dane must have been at least braver than us, for he threw out four Pokéballs that soon revealed four Pokémon that are Gyarados, Diglett, Slowpoke, and Arcanine. "Gyarados, Wrap! Diglett, try to Fissure under its legs! Arcanine, use Extremespeed!" Dane called out before turning to us and motioned to the exit door. "And you all...get out before it's too late."
I didn't have an option to make anyway; Drowzee, Chansey, and Miltank were pushing themselves and me with the Charmander out before we heard Dan saying, "Slowpoke, Mega Punch!" And everything went bright, consumed by flames. I thought it'd be vivid forever, prior to the darkness that I never knew.
(The Charmander's P.O.V)
Pallid was what I saw myself as I opened my dark blackish-gold eyes. Curious, I sniffed the air to only be met with a horrible reek - the tang of death. The murky flame on my tail blazed brighter as I felt lonely and frightened.
Where was the nurse? To me, the collapsed hospital seemed so vast unlike to the humans whom thought as small spaces until I could not see her. I cried out weakly, hoping someone will find me when I was answered by a terrible howl! Hastily I turned around to only be face-to-face with a creature with three-fingered arms. An almost rounded, humanoid face with cruel eyes at the end of a long neck. It stretched its silver-white wings and purple two-toed legs before snapping its blunt tail tipped with sharp spikes towards me.
WHO ARE YOU, O WEAK ONE, TO STILL BREATHE ON MY TERRA FIRMA? It growled, a resounding sound that shook the earth. Already I could see blue spikes over a metre rising on its back. However its angry tone changed into a malicious chortle. WHO CARES ANYWAY? The creature boomed and licked its lips. I HAVEN'T TASTED A FIRE TYPE FOR A LONG TIME ...MAYBE I PREFER IT... DROWNED AND SHREDDED!
At once I knew I was in trouble.
Let's make this light... The Pokémon growled while its glowing blue eyes focused on me. However my mind was blurred and I couldn't understand what was going on - except I'm going to be eaten. I stumbled backwards in fear, feeling like a rotten cornered rat. As if nobody could help me.
HYDRO PUMP! A sinister voice broke my thoughts before I saw an oncoming explosion of water towards me. Instinctively I dodged beneath me and splashed harmlessly behind. Each of the Hydro Pumps could I avoid, but where my agility sprout from at this early level...I could not know. I could tell the adversary was already angry and frustrated at its attempts. HYPER BEAM! THIS BETTER HIT! It roared and before long a glowing sphere of yellow energy formed in its mouth as it arched its neck.
A blinding light engulfed me, and pain shot through me like a searing blade. I felt like burning, and burning, and burning in hell forever... for perpetuity. Until suddenly the excruciate changed into immense calmness. Eerie tranquil. Like never before.
Then it happened.
It was like a voice, from the depths of my mind, whispered silently only to me alone, "...Ominous Illumination...". A surge of energy erupted from somewhere, within me where I couldn't grasp...where I couldn't understand...but I could feel colossal heat and vast supernatural crackling around me.
WHAT THE...WWWWAAAHH! The Pokémon yelped in pain as a dark, yet white comet smashed into it, shattering its blue, shell like armour on its chest into a thousand pieces. Instantaneously, I could sense both of us felt agony like never before. For forever and a day it seemed before finally the vigour I held dispersed and fell onto my knees.
Perpetual laughter rang from the Pokémon's mouth as I watched on amazed, restored the breastplate on its chest once more. Flying up in the air, it growled, YOU'RE LUCKY FOR NOW, DIMINUTIVE CHARMANDER. TTHE NEXT TIME WE CROSS PATHS, YOU'LL BE A BITE TO EAT BEFORE I FINISH WHAT WAS LEFT OFT HIS WORLD. BUT NO AT THIS INSTANT...I'M TOO WEAK. BUT SOONER WILL YOU KNOW THE TRUE POWER OF THE FOUR DIVINITIES!
Melodious notes were heard sooner than the terrific mêlée bellows as it disappeared in the overcast clouds. I could only stare after it in surprise with my slightly golden eyes, wondering what did it mean of the earth. I could only survey the blackened sun ebbing away as if light will be going off forever.
Then I watched.
And watched.
And watched.
And watched.
DARK FIRE
By Arcaine Kid
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Rain.
But...who am I? From the depths of the darkness I awoke, now only light engulfed me like an embracing mother. It stung my eyes like a hive of bees, and in frantic I gave a weak cry that escaped from my throat. The branch that supported me could hold on no longer, and broke with a resounding snap.
CCCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCKK! Helpless, and my entire body feeling like lead, I crashed through another dozen branches, an abandoned Fearow nest, before finally hurtled into a puddle of water. Pain jolted into me once more.
What luck.
Such bad luck.
However surprisingly the water seemed to soothe me before I felt the soreness no more. Yet my mind is longer focusing on movement, I lay there gasping, my vision blurred and with red spots. As I seemed to drift back into the darkness I came from, I have no consciousness I was picked up and carried away...
(Nurse Joy's P.O.V)
I was worried.
The truth is very...very...very...worried.
These days Pokémon trainers are always battling. Every moment I had no rest - Chansey, Blissey, Miltank, and Drowzee are tired for all time. And it ended up I had to heal them instead of healing other people. That was no easy job.
Yet it was not the reason that was haunting my mind. When I mentioned - Pokémon
Trainers are always battling - I didn't mean those scanty little fights ten years ago. It implies the terrible thing happening in the Pokémon world. Something I wouldn't want to remember I either.
Then my thoughts was switched to what I held in my arms - a deathly white lizard that should always be in red not like the horror I'm cleaving. That was because it is supposed to be Pokémon 004 - Charmander. Cute and fiery at the same time.
Fire, ice/water, lightning, and dark Pokémon were already wiped out off this planet. Even the smarty-pants Professor Oak had enlightened me with their extinction here. There are notes, readings, and even witnesses to prove it. Now I'm totally unnerved.
Why am I holding this thing?
Is it a freak? Something unnatural, one in a millionth?
Or was it preordained to be something else?
I shook off the contemplation in my head. Whatever it is, my only job is to restore it back to perfect health. My raincoat whipping my legs as the wind blew fiercely, I pushed open the doors of the Pokémon Center. Chansey stood not far from me, a look of fear in its eyes.
Joy, It replied urgently. Is that a Charmander?
"Yep." I hastily replied and dashed to the emergency room. "You, Drowzee and Miltank are to report to Scope 415...now!"
As Chansey and me dashed off in different directions, I took a deep breath before entering the area. I had always hope I wouldn't have to see all of this, but yet it would make me loathe if I think like that. Whilst I pushed open the flaps, a pungent smell of blood and plasma was in the air.
That was because I'm now in a capacity occupied by two hundred ailing people. Community that was injured, dying, sick and some even became mad. Several wailed like Houndooms with their mouths foaming as I passed by them and struggled to move, but to no avail for they were chained.
Intuition told me I better hurry on to the operating section, so I ran. My brogues went clicking clacking against the floor before I leapt into the room, closed the door, and sucked in a sharp breath.
By at the moment, the Charmander I was holding started to stir. Miltank and Chansey were already there, and I quickly placed the Fire Pokémon on the bed with my face red as a tomato. And that was when the weirdest operation in my life.
"Drowzee!" I called out in more of a commander's tone than a nurse. "Prepare for a Disable anytime, in case the Charmander starts to struggle." Then I turned to look at Chansey and Miltank and they both gave me thumbs up; they know what to do.
The Charmander seem to be getting on okay. But yet I've heard from my grandma's mouth that wherever a newborn Pokémon isn't the right colour, it is not...
My predictions were correct. Almost, actually. The scale has indicated the Charmander's heartbeat was going stronger, which was very unlike for a newborn yet. But the colour...air shortage? It was then when the Charmander's eyes suddenly snapped open wide and it gave a low wail before belching a blaze of eerie shadowy fire. Immediately Drowzee leapt to his feet, eyes glowing purplish blue to perform the Disable attack. However it had no effect - the Charmander struggled and its body began to crackle with black and white lightning.
I thought we were history.
Then Chansey waddled out, her body shimmering with sheen of unholy blue. A faint clinking of bells could be heard, and at once the Charmander calmed down to an eerie calmness, still staring at us with its solid black eyes.
"Thanks for your Heal Bell, Chansey," I replied gratefully but not noticing something. "We better continue now."
Miltank nodded, her face showing signs of strain from doing the Milk Drink move. Instinctively, I could sense Charmander was feeling concern for it, but was too weak to say it out.
Should I do it now, Miltank sighed. Carrie?
Without me realizing, I gazed hard at my Miltank and growled, "Don't ever call me by that name again." I must have sounded more like a demon, for the Charmander shrank back but started coughing excessively. Immediately my anger changed to alarm. Just as startled as me, Miltank ran over and started pumping the Milk Drink. I glanced sideways to the scale - the Pokémon's heartbeat was fainter every second!
BBBBBRRRRUUUMM! The hospital shook as if struck by an earthquake. Everybody in the emergency room was off his or her feet, but by the stroke of luck, the Charmander landed in my arms as it spitted out clear fluid. "Ar!" It squeaked, but still rather weakly.
"Well so soon?" I groaned, but suddenly noticing the Charmander was still white, and strangely enough a dark coloured fire radiated at the tip of its tail. It was then fear engulfed my mind once more. It was truly a freak of Pokémon nature! However my thoughts of dread were snapped when Dane, my assistant, burst in.
"Nurse Joy!" Dane called, as the hospital shook once more and the wailings grew louder. His face was ashen white like the Charmander. "Newbark is under siege! By the four Divinities!" More wailings were heard from outside.
Nevertheless, suddenly a blast of white-hot flames erupted above our heads before as if it had its own mentality, burst through the next door. Death cries were heard from the room before the flames died down, and only ashes and blackened remains linger about. Dane, the remaining Pokémon, and me were shocked.
Oh my god...Chansey gasped.
The room smelled musty of filth and blood - and an enormous creature with a knobbed, long tail, and a catlike-head stood among the ruins, crying out a reverberation that at first sounded melodious before it turned into hideous battle-screams. At last it spotted us (that stayed rooted on the spot, dummy us) and arched its long neck, a purplish-yellow energy building up in its mouth.
Dane must have been at least braver than us, for he threw out four Pokéballs that soon revealed four Pokémon that are Gyarados, Diglett, Slowpoke, and Arcanine. "Gyarados, Wrap! Diglett, try to Fissure under its legs! Arcanine, use Extremespeed!" Dane called out before turning to us and motioned to the exit door. "And you all...get out before it's too late."
I didn't have an option to make anyway; Drowzee, Chansey, and Miltank were pushing themselves and me with the Charmander out before we heard Dan saying, "Slowpoke, Mega Punch!" And everything went bright, consumed by flames. I thought it'd be vivid forever, prior to the darkness that I never knew.
(The Charmander's P.O.V)
Pallid was what I saw myself as I opened my dark blackish-gold eyes. Curious, I sniffed the air to only be met with a horrible reek - the tang of death. The murky flame on my tail blazed brighter as I felt lonely and frightened.
Where was the nurse? To me, the collapsed hospital seemed so vast unlike to the humans whom thought as small spaces until I could not see her. I cried out weakly, hoping someone will find me when I was answered by a terrible howl! Hastily I turned around to only be face-to-face with a creature with three-fingered arms. An almost rounded, humanoid face with cruel eyes at the end of a long neck. It stretched its silver-white wings and purple two-toed legs before snapping its blunt tail tipped with sharp spikes towards me.
WHO ARE YOU, O WEAK ONE, TO STILL BREATHE ON MY TERRA FIRMA? It growled, a resounding sound that shook the earth. Already I could see blue spikes over a metre rising on its back. However its angry tone changed into a malicious chortle. WHO CARES ANYWAY? The creature boomed and licked its lips. I HAVEN'T TASTED A FIRE TYPE FOR A LONG TIME ...MAYBE I PREFER IT... DROWNED AND SHREDDED!
At once I knew I was in trouble.
Let's make this light... The Pokémon growled while its glowing blue eyes focused on me. However my mind was blurred and I couldn't understand what was going on - except I'm going to be eaten. I stumbled backwards in fear, feeling like a rotten cornered rat. As if nobody could help me.
HYDRO PUMP! A sinister voice broke my thoughts before I saw an oncoming explosion of water towards me. Instinctively I dodged beneath me and splashed harmlessly behind. Each of the Hydro Pumps could I avoid, but where my agility sprout from at this early level...I could not know. I could tell the adversary was already angry and frustrated at its attempts. HYPER BEAM! THIS BETTER HIT! It roared and before long a glowing sphere of yellow energy formed in its mouth as it arched its neck.
A blinding light engulfed me, and pain shot through me like a searing blade. I felt like burning, and burning, and burning in hell forever... for perpetuity. Until suddenly the excruciate changed into immense calmness. Eerie tranquil. Like never before.
Then it happened.
It was like a voice, from the depths of my mind, whispered silently only to me alone, "...Ominous Illumination...". A surge of energy erupted from somewhere, within me where I couldn't grasp...where I couldn't understand...but I could feel colossal heat and vast supernatural crackling around me.
WHAT THE...WWWWAAAHH! The Pokémon yelped in pain as a dark, yet white comet smashed into it, shattering its blue, shell like armour on its chest into a thousand pieces. Instantaneously, I could sense both of us felt agony like never before. For forever and a day it seemed before finally the vigour I held dispersed and fell onto my knees.
Perpetual laughter rang from the Pokémon's mouth as I watched on amazed, restored the breastplate on its chest once more. Flying up in the air, it growled, YOU'RE LUCKY FOR NOW, DIMINUTIVE CHARMANDER. TTHE NEXT TIME WE CROSS PATHS, YOU'LL BE A BITE TO EAT BEFORE I FINISH WHAT WAS LEFT OFT HIS WORLD. BUT NO AT THIS INSTANT...I'M TOO WEAK. BUT SOONER WILL YOU KNOW THE TRUE POWER OF THE FOUR DIVINITIES!
Melodious notes were heard sooner than the terrific mêlée bellows as it disappeared in the overcast clouds. I could only stare after it in surprise with my slightly golden eyes, wondering what did it mean of the earth. I could only survey the blackened sun ebbing away as if light will be going off forever.
Then I watched.
And watched.
And watched.
And watched.