By- Shitsuren, Pikapikahikaru
Disclaimer: If I was Satoshi Tajiri, do you think I would be writing this, instead of rolling about in piles of money and Pokemon Merchandise?
Rated T for swearing, drug and sex references in later chapters, and just plain bizareness.
Well, well. If you're reading this, that means you have just uncovered my first fanfic. I could be said that this is merely a test to see if I am ready to face the brutal world of writing. If my stories please fans enough to ensure my worth. In fanfics, I believe, writers have almost cheated. Here in front of them they have character, ready and made. They require no extreme creation process on the author's part. Fanfic writers may amuse their fans by twisting these personalities out of whak, or contemplating how they changed with age. This also makes fic writing a challenge, as it can often be a trying process keeping certain characters withing boundries of their personalities, especially when casting a relatively minor character as the center focus. I'm glad tointroduce myself into the world of fic writing, and I hope that I am able to please someone along the way.
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Pyromaniac
Patrick "Pyro" Ryien had always loved fire Pokemon. She loved the way they moved, the tongues of flame leaping from their mouths in a firey symphony. She loved how they tended to be aggressive and hotheaded. She loved how they were quite literally hard to handle. More secretly, she loved fire. She liked watching it burn stuff. She liked its light and heat. And she liked how things died when they were touched by it. Fire was hot and bright, burning quietly in her soul. Fire was life and death all at the same time.
Pyro often pored over long books over the biology and psychology of fire Pokemon. She learned how they all ad internal glands that produced a flammable liquid, and a miniscule fire inside of them. These were released through separate glands in the throat, where they combusted into flame. Glorious flame! As she read on, her interest and knowledge only increased further. The Growlithe and Cyndaquil families could sweat flammable chemicals, which they could light to use Flame Wheel.
It was an undeniable fact. She loved them.
Pyro was in truth, a very, very disturbed child. At least when it came to fire. When she was four, she had already learned to use a lighter. This was no particular genius on her part. Her father saw her more as a sort of trophy than a child, and taught her to do a few 'tricks' to amuse his friends. One was 'light Daddy's cigarette.' The fact that her parents were chain smokers did no help in dissuading her obsession. Nor did the fact that her mother, who was home most often, was a scatterbrain. Lighters were often left within her reach.
At age five, Pyro had discovered the wonders of nail polish remover. It was more by chance then by any effort of hers. While on an errand to bring the aforementioned substance to her hung-over mother she discovered the word flammable. Pyro had never been one for reading. She preferred to hover silently in her room, burning the pages of children's books such as 'The Three Ursarings' and 'Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Mightyena.' Of course that was before she learned of the valuable knowledge contained within books. Mainly, on fire.
"Mommy, what's flammable?" asked Pyro, bright gray eyes staring eagerly at the tired, ill, woman. Pryo's mother shot her a wary look, but the child countered with a determined one. Mrs. Ryien recognized that look. It was the one that neither force nor constant refusal would deter. No matter what action was taken to discourage the little brat, she would stand there, like a silent haunting ghost. Repeating her question until she was either forcibly removed from the room, or answered. Honestly, it was much easier to give the child what she wanted.
"Flammable means that…something can be set on fire." said the woman, gently kneading her forehead with her index and middle fingers. Both headache and child were killing her slowly. "Please Honey, can you go and get Mommy some Advil?"
"Fine." said the gray-eyed girl in question. "I'll get it for you."
Ms. Ryien ignored her, flicking the remote and turning on the T.V. It was some live coverage or other of a Hoenn League championship. The grating voice of an announcer rolled out among the stands.
'Okay, folks! This is it! The halfway break has ended, and the battle to determine the new champion of the Hoenn League! Each contender has two Pokemon left! Everyone is wondering who our winner will be, Ash Ketchum, the reigning champion, or his orange-clad challenger?'
The blonde-haired kid in question tugged on the neck of his jumpsuit, waiting for the champion to pick his Pokemon. Ash Ketchum smiled smugly, pulling a ball from his belt.
"Go, Charizard!"
"Henge, go!"
A large Charizard stood facing the Ditto, a bored look on its face. Evidence of battles were written all over it, from the countless tiny scars all over it's body, to the large set of clawmarks on its broad muzzle. This creature was no joke. It was known to have fought (and won) against both the Dragonite of the now-retired Orange League Champion, and the Legendary Articuno.
"Charizard, use Flamethrower!"
"Transform!"
Just as the stream of flame, hot enough to melt boulders, was about to reach the Ditto, it disappeared, replaced by a whorl of flame. The two bursts of flame crashed, pushing against each other, a wash of heat pushing both trainers back. Then, as the flames stopped, and the heat disappeared, two almost identical Charizards appeared, standing before the scorched ground. The second one was completely free of scars.
"Charoooooaaaa!" growled Ash's Charizard in frustration. It had become quite accustomed to taking out opponents in the first shot.
"Dit. Dit. Diiittoooo." said the Ditto, grinning.
This appeared to be an insult, for Ash's Charizard roared, spewing a burst of flame into the air.
"Use Fire Blast!"
An enourmous star-shaped wave of fire shot towards the Ditto, scorching away the ground on the rock field
"Henge, rush it with Flamethrower!"
The Ditto charged forward, a Flamethrower pushing back the Fire Blast. The more powerful attack soon had Ash's Charizard being physically pushed back, though it was clearly using most of its strength.
'WOW! It appears we have an upset here, folks! Charizard is quickly being overpowered by Ditto!' cried the announcer.
Pyro, firmly pressing two tablets of Advil into Mrs. Ryien's hand, momentarily interrupted the show.
"Thanks honey," said the mother as she swallowed down the pill with a sip of beer.
She didn't notice the evil glint in Pyro's eyes as she watched Henge's Flamethrower completely overpower Charizard's Fire Blast, and wash over the great dragon in a wave of intense heat.
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Author's Note: Well, the less patient of you may get a bit bored by the lack of Pokemon action in earlier chapters. Relax. I'm just getting the main character's personalities set up. If you are waiting for action, skip ahead to ChapterSixwhen it's up, though you will be confused. I promise you, the story will get better as it goes along. Also, you may find that occasionally, the names of the chapters will change. THIS WILL NOT AFFECT THE CONTENT OF THE CHAPTERS. Thak you, and please hang in there with me, folks.