Hey guys, and welcome to the first chapter of the rewritten version of Blinded Fire. There's only one thing I'm going to comment on: I'm not writing an OC character, so I don't read a review claiming that I am. (Two people have already done so and I ranted big time when I read those reviews.) I will state if I ever write an OC.
I hope you guys like the rewritten version of Blinded Fire.
Key:
"Talking"
"Pokespeech"
'Telepathy(Targeted)'
"Telepathy(General)"
Thoughts
{Pokedex Entries}
~POV Change~
***Timeskip***
Chapter One: Blinded and Shattered Dreams
If you think that this is just another story about a normal kid going on a journey, and then ending up champion, then you're wrong. My story has several more 'tests', way more issues. Many people thought that I shouldn't've gone at all. But I was determined to prove them all wrong. Because they didn't know me, they didn't understand. Battling is in my very blood, it is what I lived for. But all because of an incident, it was almost taken form me forever. My name is Ashton Satoshi Ketchum, and an incident when I was younger took away my sight, and it nearly took my dream as well. It all started when I was eight.
~Ash's POV~
The weather was perfect. The sky was a perfect sapphire blue and there were no clouds in sight. I had only just turned eight, and me and my friends, Leaf and Gary, were hanging out in the woods near Pallet Town, our hometown. Things were just perfect.
Leaf's parents had volunteered to watch us in case anything happens, like a wild pokemon attack. My mom was the one who had the idea of someone watching us, and since she was busy with other things, and Gary's parents were out of town, there wasn't really anyone else left to do it.
The three of us were playing hide-and-seek, and I was currently 'it'. I was looking near some bushes at the edge of the small clearing we were in when I heard the sound of a pokemon screaming in pain and the crackle of electricity. Curious by nature as I am, and worried about the pokemon I had heard, I followed the sound. When I got to the source, I found a big, buff guy with military-styled dark brown hair, narrowed dark gray eyes and was wearing a rather weird pale gray outfit with darker gray spots.* In front of him was a Beedrill, a rather large bee with stingers for arms, panting and writhing in pain, a few sparks of electricity still covering its form.
The man was talking to himself, and, though I wasn't really paying attention, I still heard everything and I just filed it away in my brain for later. I was too busy trying to listen for my friends to pay any real attention to the guy. I had closed my eyes so that I would pay attention to what I was hearing, not what I was seeing, so of course I didn't know that he had started scanning the near-by area and that I was in plain sight. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground with the Beedrill's right stinger on my throat, its red eyes showing great reluctance in doing so.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little kid spying on me, eh," the man said while chuckling darkly. I was struggling not to panic but I guess that my fear showed in my eyes, making the man chuckle harder and slightly darker. "Aw, don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, yet. I've got to have orders from the boss before I can. Though, you might be one of the few that she kills herself!" and with that, the guy starts full on laughing.
He cut himself off from his laughing fit when his ear comm. beeped. He pressed his right pointer finger to his ear. I wasn't able to hear what was being said by the person on the other end, no matter how good my hearing was, but I was able to hear the man's responses. It went something like this: "Sir, the mission was a failure, some kid found me… Are you sure, Sir? You could do the honors yourself…. New lead? Perfect, I'll be right there as soon as I patch things up here…. Yes Sir" After he hung up, he looked back at me with a smirk that just screamed 'you're dead'.
"Well, looks like your time is up. I'm just sorry that I can't see the light leave your eyes. Beedrill, X-Scissor, now!" the man ordered.
Immediately, the Beedrill whirled to face its trainer, fear and anguish and anger burning in its red eyes. "I shall never harm a child, Bastard!" The Beedrill, a girl by her voice, buzz-screamed in fury. She removed the stinger from my throat and put distance between herself and me, as if proving that nothing would ever force her to harm a child who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"This again, huh?" The man commented with aggravation. He pulled out a remote from his right-side pant pocket and held it in clear view of Beedrill. She froze at the sight of the remote, a great amount of terror entering her gaze, almost overcoming her other emotions. "Now that I have your attention, use X-Scissor on the brat!"
Beedrill's gaze went from the remote in her trainer's hand, to my face, then to her bottom stinger. That's was I noticed a silver circlet that was located right where stinger met abdomen. Then she looked back at me with such fear and pain in her ruby gaze. I met her gaze with determination, silently telling her to just do it and save herself pain. I didn't care if I died if it could save Beedrill any kind of pain.
"Forgive me, child," Beedrill whispered while reluctely crossing her arm stingers which were glowing pale green. In the next minute, she slashed downward, and all I knew was pain, causing me to scream.
The pain was althroughout my face and shoulders. I dimly heard the sound of a pokemon returning to a pokeball, but I didn't care. I heard the guy shout something like, "see you in the afterlife, kid", but I could care less. I don't know how long I've been there, but at some point I heard the sounds of my friends and Leaf's parents. I felt the strong arms of Leaf's father holding me, and I blacked out.
~Beedrill's POV~
***thirty minutes later***
My pokeball opened and I was release into my cage. The cage door shut behind me and I knew that my trainer was going to boast about what he had forced me to do. Great Arceus, I hated that man. I had been there as of six months now, and was still the most defiant pokemon there.
My thoughts drifted to the young boy. I knew he was special, and the way his amber eyes showed determination to just get on with it….. I'd never seen anything like it.
It was only then, in the quiet of my cage in the cargo hold, that I remembered the stories that I had told my children, the same ones that my own mother had told her when I was just a young Weedle, which was a legend amongst pokemon: The Legend of the Chosen One. The Legend said that Arceus's chosen would be a human with the purest heart and soul that could never be corrupted. The Legend also said that the Chosen One would never be able to see pokemon or people take needless pain and would take it himself in order to spare others.
I gasped, my arm stingers coming up to my head, as a horrible thought entered my mind as I thought that: Had she just gravely injured, or, even worse, killed the Chosen One? If I had, then I didn't deserve to live, let alone ask for forgiveness from the boy or Arceus. I deserved to rot in Hell if I had and I knew it.
All that I could do, was hope that the boy wasn't dead and that I might be able to repent for my sin.
~Ash's POV~
***three days later***
I woke up, feeling like Hell itself. There was a really firm bed beneath my form and I could smell that over clean smell of hospitals. I could hear the heart rate monitor beeping and the Audinos and Chanseys chattering as they checked their assigned patients. I slowly opened my eyes, yet all I could see was black. At first I wondered if my eyes hadn't really opened, but when I tried again, there was no change. That was when I paniced.
It took maybe ten minutes before I was calm enough to not be a danger to myself. Once I had calmed down, everything stared to piece together in my head. I was in a hospital, there was a painful stinging all throughout my face and shoulders, and I couldn't see. I don't know what compelled me to do it, but I took a hold on the nearest living thing to me, an Audino, and I reached into her mind. It took me a minute to get over the shock of doing it, and then another to get over the shock of what the pokemon was seeing.
My face had been ripped apart in an "x" formation, with the crossing over my nose, stiches over the slashes. My shoulders had slashes that went pretty deep and had stiches as well. I knew that they would leave scars for the rest of my life. My eyes were no longer brown and full of life, they were now an unfocused pale blue. I knew then why I couldn't see with my own eyes. I was blind.
Okay, I hope this was okay. Tell me what you think in a review. Second Chapter is actually done, since I copy and posted onto Word, I just need to change a few things and check it over before I post it.
See you guys next chapter!
~pokedawn
