Welp, I got nothing really to say, first story, hope you guys'll enjoy it! I don't own Pokemon in any way!

Rhett Thompson jerked upright from his bed, his eyes were blinded with a blaring light. He shielded his eyes for a moment, he felt an alarming heat cover his body. He shifted around trying to make note of what was happening.

He at last managed to stand up when he finally noticed his house was burning around him. Smoke poured into his eyes and mouth, he struggled to breath and his eyes burned. His black hair matted against his forehead by the floating ashes caused obstruction of his eyesight, or the limited amount that he had.

The blue paint of his room was chipping off the walls as he whirled around in utter terror. He tried to make a break for the stairs on the far side of the room. He took off, debris falling around him when suddenly, the boards snapped and he fell through his floor.

A shriek a terror enveloped the household, he slammed onto the hardwood of the ground floor. He felt his foot bleeding, and he ached all over. His hair was suddenly blown aside so he could see, although the smoke impaired his vision.

For a moment it seemed still, everything was falling in slow-motion. He tried to flip onto his back, he strained but finally managed to turn over.

A rumble was heard, it was low, almost a growl. Out of the wall of black lumbered a large creature, very cat-like but yet looked like a dog in some ways. Rhett could barely make out the creature through the smoke, its body was silhouetted by the wall of smog but its eyes glowed a red color.

The dog approached Rhett and peered over him, the beast's lips curled back in a snarl. Teeth flashed and its fur fluttered in the stillness. Rhett could feel the creature's breath, it was warm, almost calming.

Rhett's body trembled in the presence. Suddenly the beast looked up and peered around as if searching for something. The monster then jumped up and blasted through the roof of the house with a final roar and a trail of flames.

Rhett was terrified but yet curious about what that thing was, but it obviously was not time to think. He pushed himself to stand up. Without hesitating he sprinted to his front door, or where he thought it was at least. He found the oak wood and tried to open, instead the whole door came crashing down.

He was outside, but not quite safe, he heard screams but everything was such a blur. With all the energy he had left he crawled away from the remains of his house. He lay in the middle of his terror-stricken town, he felt people running by and screaming around him.

Rhett flopped face first onto the wet dew-covered grass, he had nothing left in him, he tried to push himself up to see where he was but his body failed to move. The welcoming coolness of his home town's grass was inviting and he felt a calming sensation in his body.

Rhett lay there, he didn't move, he couldn't. He finally gave in and he passed out.

He still could process though, and the only thing he could think of was the beast that appeared before him. So massive but yet so graceful, was it trying to save him, or was it attempting to kill him? Was it a Pokemon, if so, he hadn't seen a Pokemon like that before. He wanted to know, and he needed answers. Also, what about his mother? What had happened to her? Or the rest of the town, was it burning to rubble around him at this very moment? This was all too much to think at once, but as for right now, he couldn't do anything, and finally he succumbed to the darkness. But as he slipped away he heard a familiar voice cry out and his body seemed to be being dragged away.

He had survived.

So I will reassure you guys that he is very much alive, what type of story would this be if he just died? The adventures start in the next chapters, so favorite and follow the story if you wish to see more! Also, I am very aware that this was a VERY short chapter, trust me the next will be much longer! I only want to get better at the whole writing thing. So again, thank you for reading! Good day!