Episode 1: The Night Of Hell
In the night sky, there were no stars to be found as they were all hidden behind the clouds. A full moon shone brightly, illuminating the darkness of the sky. But on this very night, it was not just the moon that lit up the dark. The pure, night skies have tainted. Flickering through the darkness, a great amount of debris was ignited in flames, burning whatever remains of the site. The debris was nothing but a pile of broken wooden boards that looked like they were smashed apart, wooden beams collapsed in the rubble, walls that collapsed or had giant holes in them, and most of the roof destroyed, that almost nothing reminded. The damage appeared to be that something attacked the once-stood-building. There were beds, broken toys and books burning in the fire, which indicated that this was a home for whoever lived here. However, whoever did live in this house, that was now the remains of one, won't be shock by this.
The real shocker of this mess is the splats and pools of blood that partly painted the debris. And more horrify, the litter of hands, legs, any sort of limb, were scattered in any place of the ablaze in the site. Anyone would think that there were no such survivors in such a terrify accident, but that is because they won't find them by morning.
In the sea of flames, stood a small figure, which appeared to be a child, its appearance was silhouetted in the raging flames. Standing before the child was some scattered body parts in a pool of blood that surrounded him and the severed limbs. The shadowed child then dropped on its knees than fell onto it's, what appeared to be, paws. Drops of water dripped onto the floor and the child's paws. They were coming from the child's face. The child was crying. Tears were leaking from the kid's shut eyes. They were closed tightly and clutching. The river of tears didn't want to stop. The child's voice was strained as the sound of sobbing continued.
"…I'm sorry." The child at last spoke and the voice indicated that the preteen was a boy.
"I'm so sorry." The lad continued to speak while crying as if he was apologizing to someone.
"I'm sorry. Tommy, Lucas, Lily, John, Dennis, I failed you all. I'm sorry." He went back to crying in pain and despair. All hope was lost to the young boy; everything around him is now but hell. He was now trapped in hell and had no way to escape his pain and sorrow. This was where his life will now end as he will cry out all of his tears if it meant he can be relieved of his pain.
"Get up." All of the sudden, a deep voice boomed through the air. The boy not knowing who or where that voice came from but didn't care and continued sobbing till his life ends.
"Get up." He heard the voice again and it sounded like it was a little louder. This time, he weakly lifted his head to see where the voice was coming from. He looked around but saw nothing but the flames and blood around him.
"GET UP!" The voice boomed louder and it sounded like it was coming from in front of the young boy. He looked to see within the flames, was a tall figure just walking through them like they were not harming the unknown silhouette. The shadowed figure stopped a little distance in front of the crying kid and spoke,
"Do you wish, to live?" The figure sounded like a man as he looked down upon the child who's on his fours. The boy couldn't do anything except looked up to the unknown man's face as it is shadowed by the ever raging inferno surrounding them.
"Do you wish, for power?" The man asked. The boy's mind was taking all he heard and was wondering what the mysterious man was talking about.
"Do you wish, for vengeance?" That question caught the boy's attention to wondered even more of what he was asking.
"Do you wish, to destroy all of those who have taken everything and everyone away from you?" The boy's eyes widen as he remembered all that happened tonight as they flashed through his mind. The very thoughts he was having got the child's paws to clutch into a fist. Slowly, the boy's left foot move to step up and his right arm to pushed him up. The boy was being offered power. He was being offered a chance. He was being offered the chance to destroy the ones who dragged him into hell. The boy slowly got onto his feet and pushed himself up to stood tall and faced the man with a look of hatred in his eyes. His eyes had a gleam of red light in them; his eyes were filled with hatred and hunger for power. The man liked the look in the lad's eyes.
"Then come with me." He said to boy.
"All of you, come with me." The man waved his left arm and the flames on his left side were pushed away to reveal six other figures, shadowed in the flames, which they appeared to be the same height as the boy before the mysterious man.
The boy was shocked, than relieved to see others that he seemed to know are with him. The man spread his arms wide as the flames began to dance more ferociously.
"Come with me. To where hell will grant you the power to survive. Come, to Haden Academy!"
3 years later…
It was a night where silence roamed the land. The silence was believed to last. But the night became the event where everything will begin. The Begins Night.
RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG! An alarm rang throughout an unknown structure. It looked like a tall fortress with tall, thick walls surrounding the citadel. The place gives the impression of a prison, but much more lies within its walls. Search lights shone through the darkness of the night and moved about like they were searching for something. Or someone, this could've meant that this was an escape alarm.
Seven shadowy figures ran in the darkness, avoiding the search lights that threaten to expose them. The silhouettes moved swiftly and quietly across the walls of the citadel, and leaped over the rooftops of the fortress. They stopped when a squad of guards were coming their way and hid behind the wall. The one in front of the seven gave a hand signal to his comrades and everybody nodded. When the guards came around the corner, sounds of punching were made and the shadowy seven came out of the corner running, and one guard dropped onto the floor from the wall which meant the guards unconscious. The escapees leaped onto the ground and were now running towards a large wall. One of the running shadows pulled out some sort hand held detonator and quickly pressed the bottom with his thumb.
An explosion occurred at one of the walls and the speakers started to sound. "Explosion at Wall Beta! All personal, head to Wall Beta immediately! I repeat, explosion at Wall Beta! All personal, head to Wall Beta immediately!" All the guards heard the announcement and began heading towards said Wall Beta. The guards arrived to find a large hole in the wall with smoking scorch marks. They went through the hole towards the outsides to look for the escapees. As more guards arrived, another explosion occurred at the opposite wall the guards were at. The speakers boomed again.
"Explosion at Wall Gamma! Wall Beta was a diversion! All personal head to Wall Gamma immediately!" The guards now headed towards Wall Gamma at a quicker pace. When the guards arrived at the explosion site, they found the large hole in the wall was blocked off by a large amount of rock, covering the escape route out.
"Get all firearms ready! Blast through the blockade and find those escapees!" One of the guards called out to the others and they got busy to destroying the sealed off wall.
As the chaos played on the grounds, up in the citadel, looking down on the top roof, stood a tall figure smirking. With his arms behind his back, he looked out to the horizon where the escapees went and said,
"Foolish attempts. They can fight through hell all they want, but in the end, the days of reckoning are nearing."
2 years later…
Feeling a small shed of light piercing through his eyelids, he slowly opens them to see a light shining through his window shades. He groaned and tried to block out the light shining at his eyes, but then heard knocking and turned his head to his door.
"Oi! Hurry and get up you useless dolt!" A voice came through the door and it sounded annoyed. He must have been trying to wake the 'dolt' up for a while. Feeling he can't doze off anytime soon, he stretched and yawned to get his body running. He sat up from his bed and looked around his room in thought. His bedroom consisted nothing more than his bed by the window, a wardrobe across his bed, a mirror and counter with two photo frames on top.
"It has been a long time since I had that dream. Sometimes I wonder, what if they… what if he…" He began thinking back to the time he and the other survivors spent at there, that lead them to where they are now. The memories were implanted into their minds; never will they forget that place, or the night they lost everything. He quickly shook his head, feeling he was thinking for too long.
"No. It doesn't matter. Right now, we have each other, a new home, and a new mission." With a nod, he got out of bed and head towards his wardrobe. He was wearing nothing but his PJ pants for pajamas. He opens his cupboard and picked out his favorite attire. After changing, he closed the wardrobe doors and went to check himself in the mirror next to the cupboard. The mirror was just as tall as he was and revealed in its reflection, was a yellow fur mouse with red circle cheeks, long pointy, black tipped ears, a zigzag tail in the shape of a lightning bolt and the most striking feature about him is the easily seen, sharp, pointy teeth in his mouth. He was a Pikachu. His clothes were a red shirt, dark grey pants and an unbuttoned black, long-sleeve over shirt with yellow outlining on the collar and two yellow stripes that run down the shoulders and arms and on his right chest is a lightning bolt crest. Seeing he was dressed and ready, he walked towards his bedroom door and opened up to begin his day.
This is a story of a young Pokémon who will live through his life and will fight through hell as his heart carries scars of his past. Deep and painful scars that will never be heal. His name, is Marrick Fangstar.