The Other Realm of Pokémon History, A Pokemon FanFiction. Chapter 1, One Day

Author's Note: I needed a break from writing Zach's Years. My mind had gone stale (it's 10,000 fucking words per chapter, who else does that?) and I needed some rejuvenation.

That said, this story brewed up in mind and I loved it. I continued on with it until I had gotten to the very end. It won't be as long as other stories, as these chapters will only range from 3,500-5,000 words per chapter. (For those of you that think that is long, in my world, its short. That takes only 5 days or less to write.)

This story will also seem action at first, but eventually it will evolve deeper into subjects like Romance. That said, Action will only be listed until the Romance factor comes in.

I don't have anything else to add, so enjoy reading!

Extra Note, and an important one too: This story will try to explain my sort of background as a character, using some of my ideas about life and all the current conflicts that I have personally, and the fears that I have based on the U.S.A.'s relations with other countries. In fact, the main character will go by my author name (Deathlark).

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to pokemon.

My story? Hah… My story is different. You trainers nowadays take such pride in your pokemon. They're your best friends. Well it wasn't always like that. In fact, aiding a pokemon could get you killed a long time ago.

When I was around your age, that 154 years ago, there weren't any evil organizations like Team Plasma, Team Aqua, Magma… Instead, there were 3 different civilizations.

Interesting, over time little has changed in our technology from then to now. But the Pokeball had not been invented; or the pokedex, or poké, or any other thing that revolved around pokemon.

Each three of these civilizations were horribly misguided. They fought each other over their beliefs and had slaughtered millions of each other over these beliefs. They called themselves their own names, and that's what they were referred to.

The least corrupt of any of these civilizations were called the Pacifists. "We need not fight the pokemon as much as control them." It was their motto for the civilization. They feared pokemon so much that they would force them into reserves and put them down if they escaped or attacked too much. It was horrible. Several pokemon would die in these reserves and it should be infamous.

The next group in line were called the Hunters. They thought that the pokemon were trying to kill them so they would hunt and kill any that they saw. They hated the pacifists with a burning passion, and the pacifists hated them too. However, they're not the worst for other reasons, such as convincing a small number of pokemon to aid them in the fights against the pacifists.

What could be worse than the hunters? Well, in my opinion, the masters were the worst. They believed that pokemon were put on the planet to work for man, and not be in their own wild life. They enslaved all these pokemon and would work them too hard. They were slave owners, as they developed bad judgments on pokemon, and would often physically, and even emotionally, harm their pokemon. If any ran away, they would post bounties for them to be returned, or killed.

The masters also called the pacifists and hunters incompetent. They mocked them for their ways, and it started a triangle of war, that would never seem to end.

Where was I in all this? My dad was a hunter. I ran from him because he had whipped me on several occasions. I took several thousands of dollars, a sack of food, and a lighter, as well as a phone with me, all stuffed into a backpack.

Though now I live in a serene house in the middle of absolute nowhere. It's hunter territory, though they never come here. I occasionally wander into a nearby town to understand what had been going on. I gain food from there, and I earn money by programming. I was actually very smart, unlike the condition I am in now. It earned me great wealth.

I had a pretty good life. No one to boss me around, or yell at me, or do anything else that I didn't want.

It had to be when everything was at its greatest, when everything would go crashing down. The war intensified, and the hunters now started using pokemon as resources. They would use skins and organs, as well as bones and stones created from pokemon.

One day I wandered into town and overheard a conversation while at the bar. The TV had been displaying news. The Hunters also had bounties, but they were much less common considering all the pokemon were usually killed quickly and instantly by rifles and shotguns. I owned a shotgun myself, but only swear to use it in the name of protecting a pokemon's life or my own.

When I eavesdropped on the conversation, they were discussing that the bounty board had been getting more and more popular. They laughed and acted rough in saying the pokemon's last words before they were killed. It sunk my heart to hear people boast over such things.

Eventually, on both the TV and the conversation, I heard a mention of a few pokemon. One was a Salamence that had taken four slug rounds and kept running, and got away. It had a bounty of 1000 dollars. Another one was an Aggron that had attacked several farmers and wrecked their crops (on accident).

Those didn't compare to the last one. Sure, there's been green Scizors, but never a sky blue one before. Confirmed pictures. It was even flying; something that Scizor's couldn't even do. They said nothing about it except that it should be killed for fear of it being so powerful. It scared me that these people were so passionate about killing pokemon that they would make up reasons to kill pokemon! It sickened me to know that people would do these sorts of things.

That story wouldn't leave my head. Over countless nights I had nightmares about these sorts of stories. Eventually, the Salamence was captured and beheaded. Its wings were used in camouflage for rifles and guns. Same with the Aggron, although it was burned to death. Its body was rich in iron, so it was transformed into iron ingots.

I was hoping to evade all this, but it was noticeable that the land of the hunters was becoming more densely populated, and they would start pushing towards my home. However, things would all change in the matter of one day.

I was flying through the forest. I couldn't take it much longer. There had to be at least a dozen hunters chasing after me. I shouldn't have been so foolish to try and take those berries…

I jumped across branches and trees. The only thought going through my mind was to run. I looked back and heard the cracks of bullets shattering the leaves in their failed attempts to hit me. A van of men was following me, with rifles at hand. I looked back and saw one taking aim. Although my metal armor would deflect the bullets, it would dent and harm it, so I was just as afraid if one would be heading towards my direction without my shell off.

Slowly, the rapidity of the rounds going off started to slow down until they stopped. I heard them cursing but they kept driving after me. I decided to take off into the skies. Their van's gas was low and they were breaking down. I didn't look back. I should have really…

A man had taken out a flare gun and shot it all the way up into the sky. I didn't look as it hit me in my right wing. I was thrown off balance and plummeted out of the sky several miles away from where I was.

When I came to be I felt a hot sensation throughout my body. At first I thought it was the flare's recoil, but soon I realized that it was a fire. It was relaxing though. Calming, if you'd say. I just laid there for a while letting the fire warm me up. When I had warmed up, I opened my eyes. I was in a room of some sort… I had never seen a human room though.

It was made of brick, with paintings on the wall, and furniture, as well as appliances, lighting, and many other luxuries. I saw a man, though he looked quite young, on a sofa with something in his hand, staring into a screen. He must either be a master, or a hunter, so I wanted to get out. When I moved, my wing started to burn with pain of a thousand fire blasts. The flare had done more than I expected. He noticed me cringe. Tears were coming out of my eyes. This may be where I die.

"Who are you?" the person asked. He sounded quite young actually. "I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." So he was a pacifist instead. Many pacifists claim to help pokemon.

"Leave… Me… Alone…" I said. The words came out slowly and painfully.

"Come on… Why are you hurt?" he asked.

"It isn't a matter to you. Just do whatever you're going to do to me," I told him. I had accepted my fate.

"I'm going to make you better, but you must tell me how to help first," he responded.

"Just send me to a reserve… I know it's what you want to do you damn pacifist," I replied. I knew some English slang, but not entirely.

"I'm not a pacifist!" I said.

"Then you're a hunter! Or a master!" I yelled. The pain was acting up again.

"I'M NOT EITHER ONE OF THOSE DAMNIT! JUST TELL ME WHY YOU ARE HURT!" he yelled. He must be serious.

"Then… what are you?" I asked.

"I'm neutral. Those people are jerks and don't realize it," he said. He's sane…

"Okay… My right wing is burned… What are you going to do to it?" I asked in fear.

"I'll heal it," he said, taking out a small can of some blue spray. I panicked for a second. "This will sting for a small time."

"WHAT?" I screamed. My heart was racing. He held me down. He was stronger than I thought. He sprayed the liquid on. It was bitterly cold, and it felt very unpleasant. Gathering my rage, I tossed him up into the air with a seismic toss and then forced him into the ground. I had a metal claw ready. I still don't know how I was able to pull off these moves without even learning them in the first place. I guess it just comes naturally. I was ready to slash him, but my senses just re-controlled me. My wing felt better. The pain was gone. I smashed out of what appeared to be the door, and flew away from that house. I didn't like whatever went on there, and I certainly did not want to return there.

I flew away and decided to go by a lake. All this drama had made me thirsty. Was it possible that someone was neutral? No… Every person hates pokemon, no matter which one. Pacifists may claim to be nice but they're just as worse as the masters or the hunters.

Then how come he didn't do anything? Where was I anyway? In fact, I was lost. I couldn't see a land mark for miles. I saw a lake though, and I decided to drop by. My wing still bugged me from the cold of the spray he had done. He didn't tell me his name though…

I looked into the water. My sky blue armor gleamed in the sun. It made me a target. But I did like it though. Its color relaxed me, and I could blend in with the water. Unfortunately my wings would get wet, so I would have to dry out before flying. The water reflected everything like a mirror. I just stared at myself, and at my wing. It was slightly black from the flare, but it wasn't that noticeable.

Most people would be confused by me. Not only being a blue Scizor, but I'm actually female. Most people that see me would assume me to be male, due to my very masculine look. It's just that there's hardly any physical differences between male and female Scizors excluding their voice. The only difference is that the female's horns are shorter.

My girly voice always sounded weird to me. It didn't fit my unnaturally powerful palette of moves, or my intellect. I've beaten or escaped every hunter, pacifist, or master that's approached me. Of course, that man was supposedly neutral. I still didn't believe him after all this…

An Eevee came up to me. It was bleeding and was missing its entire tail. It slouched over to me.

"Where'd that damn Eevee go? We've already taken enough risks going into to hunter territory," I heard a man shout far off. I got up immediately. They sounded like masters.

"Whatever. Let's just it what for and take it back," another man said. The Eevee was in extreme pain.

"Help me…" he moaned. I carried him behind a bush, and hopped onto a tree. I was disguised despite my color. They carried hunting rifles as well as being dressed in camouflage outfits. I was propped ready to attack. I stealthily watched them. Yes, they were masters. The hats were unmistakable.

I leapt down from my tree, and grabbed one of the man's rifles. I bashed him over the face with it and hit the other man with the rifle. They had both been disarmed, and hurt in just a few seconds. I picked them up and threw them as far as I could. The trees would break their fall, but they wouldn't dare come back.

"Are you okay?" I asked the Eevee.

"Huh? You're a lady?" he asked.

"Yes, I get that a lot. Where are you from?" I asked. He sighed.

"Oh nowhere now… I'm hurt bad. I may not be able to live," he said woefully. An idea struck my mind, but it was daring. Could I trust him with a life? It was the only possible way that this little poor guy would live.

"I… have an idea," I told him.

I heard a knock on my door. It wasn't like me to get visitors, so I quickly to a tranquilizer gun off my kitchen counter. I didn't want to take any chances.

Though when I came to the door, it was nothing that I would have ever suspected. There she was again; the blue Scizor. Though she was holding an Eevee in her hands, and the Eevee was missing its tail. The Eevee looked panicked as it saw me.

"Calm down," the Scizor whispered to the Eevee.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Yes… I found him being chased down by masters… You wouldn't… by any chance be able to care for him?" she asked.

"It's no problem at all. I have too much time on my hands and enough food to last me for a year," I told her. She nodded, and I grabbed the Eevee. It my arms shook a little; it was the first time ever holding a living pokemon. He quickly relaxed, hearing that he was going to be cared for. I laid him on the coziest chair in my living room, wrapped him in a cloth, and went to my kitchen to get some remedy spray. I knew how to heal things.

"This will sting a bit, but you will feel a lot better afterwards," I told the Eevee. He nodded. I subliminally heard the Scizor clutching her wing. The coldness of the Burn Heal must have still been cooling her wing. I might have to nullify it if it is that strong.

"What's your name?" I heard her ask.

"I don't have one that I go by. The only people who have met me would describe me as a lark kind of person. I do things for fun, but they're sadly wrapped around in death. Therefore, I take on the name Deathlark," I told her. She eyed me carefully.

"Well… Take care of him. Or else," she said, and then she flew off. I could see motherly instincts in her. Caring after this Eevee… It was nice to know that even pokemon would have such natural instincts to care for one another, improving my already bright view on them.

Soon enough the little Eevee fell asleep. It was also evening, so I wrapped him in a blanket instead. I rubbed his head.

"Good night Evan," I whispered. He smiled at the name. I'm sure he would like it.

That night I heard a tapping on my bedroom door. I woke up and immediately opened it up. I saw the little ball of fluff without a tail staring up at me.

"What is it Evan?" I asked. He already knew the name and liked it.

"I can't sleep. It's too scary… Could I sleep where you sleep?" he asked. I didn't mind having a pokemon in my bed, although it would surely be illegal anywhere. I nodded and picked him up and carried him. I put him on the bed and slipped under the covers. I gave him a small blanket to sleep under, though he carried it and put it on top of me. He laid down and slowly went to sleep. So did I.

The next morning I took a walk toward Avery lake. It was a serene lake, and I knew many pokemon would come here. I was going to take Evan on a walk around there, and see if I could help him gain strength. He had completely recovered excluding his missing tail, and trotted along happily without a care in the world.

"Where are we going master Deathlark?" he asked.

"To Avery lake. Only a short distance away, hidden by the trees," I said. This place was completely hidden by the canopy of all the trees around us, and it was completely isolated from the rest of the world. I often came here to meditate.

There were some Magikarp in the water. They were often looked down upon as useless. They were easy targets, so I told Evan to get in there and mess them up. He knew how to swim, and he had fun fighting them. The Magikarp (despite losing) also had fun, and they seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.

This sort of process repeated on for a few days. Evan and I started growing a brotherly bond, and we would look after each other, even though Evan wasn't merely strong enough to protect me. I hadn't heard anything from the blue Scizor, or anything else for the time being.

This one has to be cut short sadly for the story's sake. They'll be long enough in the future to reach the amount of words necessary.

This won't update for a while since I'm busy. I only resort to this story while my mind is stale.

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Thank you, and happy reading/writing!

~DTH~