This is a revival of the last 'To Fight Again'. Please disregard the events of the last story, and I hope you enjoy this one. Please leave a review, if you wish.
-BK
"Jay!"
"JAY!"
"JAY, WAKE UP, MAN!"
"Jay!"
"Jay?"
"...Jay?"
It was around noon on a spring day, a Saturday when kids ignore schoolwork and go out to actually be kids.
"Someone call an ambulance!"
"Get the police! Boy, what happened?!"
Depending on the age, they'd be playing games or taking walks.
"There's no pulse!"
"Oh my god..."
Unfortunately, severe events occur from carelessness. Lives get lost. People cry. People move on. It's the circle of life.
"No..."
"No! Jay, please! Wake up! Please!"
However, sometimes those events weren't supposed to happen.
Jay Thomas Myata was an average kid, scoring A's with the occasional B, but he had lots of potential. He was going to discover a love for technology in a club when he would be sixteen, earn scholarships to great colleges, and move on in life to become an inventor who would solve many problems with the world, and then live to an old age with grandchildren, and would die from old age in his sleep, painlessly.
If Jay Myata hadn't died in a car accident on that spring afternoon.
It was quite saddening. He had a little sister who admired him, a mother and father who loved him, and a friend who saw him as the boy died.
Mew didn't like that.
Mew didn't like seeing death. She also didn't like seeing such potential go to waste. She was one to do 'heroic' actions to be able to tell stories about how good of a Legendary she was. Of course, she didn't tell them what she did after she saved someone's soul from dying.
She brought them from the sole-human world and into her own-the world of Pokemon.
Not as a human, of course. Although she did help make them, she regretted that choice, and believed that there was enough humans for the world already. No, she turned the souls she saved into creatures in her forte;
Pokemon.
After all, potential was a very rewarding energy to work with.
Jay Thomas Myata appeared a day after his death, to the noise of birds chirping and the bugs buzzing, near the grandest city of the region, one that Jay would later compare to France.
A tall man with brown and a lab coat walked by, noticed the fallen pokemon, scooped it into his hands, and hurriedly walked to his Lab in Lumiose City of the Kalos Region.
It may be a while until the next update, as I don't know how I want the story to go. For those readers who have read the last version, feel free to leave a suggestion.
