The life of BRVR
Chapter 1: Run!
[Authors note: this is my opinion of what would happen if it were not in a video game. plus this an edited version of my previous story]
A young girl, auburn hair, blue eyes, pelted uneasily downhill. Her throat was hoarse from screaming. The ruins of truth loomed behind like a daunting colossus. She dared not to look back. She was clenching with all her might, her bloodied arm, hoping to stop the red flow. She stumbled slightly over a frost-bitten charmander corpse, eyes glazed and tail extinguished, but continued her sprint near unbroken to her salvation. Eyes grasped on the worn bus stop ahead. The bus was as so to say, docked in port. The backmost tire seemed deflated now and the bus itself rusted into crumpled shades of, brown, red and a hint of green around the bottom. The aisle inside had the hollow, skeletons, red in complexion, occupying nearly every seat, passengers who would never get to their destination. She leapt into the driver's cabin, void of driver, and tried started the engine with the key that remained holstered snugly in the ignition, a keying of a pokéball dangled casually off it. It failed. The girl, against all her fears, turned her head slightly to the left to see at the top of the hill a yellow blur, slowly advancing, the grimace on its face could be even seen from this distance. She flinched harshly back to the ignition key and tried it again and again and again, twisting it and hearing the sad cough of the engine, knowing every second she wasted, that her pok… no, her monster would be coming ever closer to her. The girl had one last try, the cough stuttering helplessly, and finally gave up, se swerve past the red skeletons, one falling and nearly tripping her, hopped back out the door and ran down the hill again trying not to fall face-first whilst avoiding the scattered remains of the various Pokémon, knowing this might be the final hours of her sad life.
The Pikachu, red paws, and colorless cheeks, reached the edge of the snowy bank and with inquisitive and sharp eyes watched as his old friend departed from MT snowfall. He showed little to no regret to what he had done and simply turned his back to her and walked away stiffly he had no reason to stay anymore, new horizons were around the corner, places he had not destroyed everything, yet. Seeing as now everything here had gone, such as the Pokémon channel station, being pulled off the air, permanently, due to technical problems including a can of petrol, and a match. The viridian forest had been burnt to a crisp, the trees standing as black skeletons of their former selves, leaves still floating to the forest floor as grey ash. Every Pokémon in the area was dead. They had been mutilated beyond recognition, burnt to cinders or partly, or even fully, eaten.
The sun was setting like a light-bulb dimming out, as the Pikachu reached the border of mintale town, his town. He drew an anxious breath and stepped out into the big, wild world. He thought to himself "this planet has been cruel to me, but for no more will it taunt me, for no more will I be forgotten, left in the shade, since this day on I will carve my name into this world, everyone will fear me but everyone on this rotted planet will know the name, BRVR!".