Hey guys! I've started actually writing again... Yeah, cue huge gasp of shock. For those of you who don't know me, my former account was under the name EeveeAlchemist. I'll be moving some of my stories from that account over to this one eventually, as I'm having personal problems over there. So... Yeah, those of you that know me, I'm not dead! Yay! xD
Those of you that don't know me, welcome! I'm just your normal average anime fanatic and gamer. I love to write and draw, and all that jazz, but you can find out more about me on my profile (Whenever I get the time to actually create a profile for you guys.). This story came from a roleplay that I was doing with my boyfriend. The roleplay events may come in later, but this is an individual story with some of the characters from it. I hope you all enjoy, and reviews would be very appreciated. They help me keep going and become a better writer. Please guys, just a few seconds to jot down a quick word of advice or approval means the world to me.
Without further ado, enjoy!
Prologue
From the moment I was born, I knew I was different.
Not that good sort of different, where everyone goes, "Oh, you're so special!" Not the sort where it makes you feel all gooey and mushy inside. That's all a bunch of crap. It's not necessarily the bad type you're thinking of either, where it's just a personality disorder or something like that.
My sort of different has everyone out to kill me. When I say different, I mean I'm a god damned mutant. Half-Pokemon, Half-Person. By day I'm a normal ten year old kid, living with my brother on the streets. We have no money to our name, so we can't afford a house like all of you spoiled brats out there. You guys have no idea what we go through. No idea at all. By night, I'm an electric blue mouse, or as you other kids might like to call them, a Minun. My brother is my opposite, a Plusle.
You're probably thinking something along the lines of, "Gee, that's a really… interesting story. How in the world did that happen?" Don't try to hide the fact that you think I'm lying.
Or, if you're a true nonbeliever, and you're not afraid to openly admit it, you're saying, "That's impossible. Go home to your mommy, kiddo, you don't belong here." Well, you're both right and you're wrong. You're right, I don't belong here. I was a mistake from the start. Mutant freaks can't exist on this Earth, not because we're different, but because you don't allow us to exist. That's just the cruel thing about human nature. If someone is different, you can't stand it. You'll do everything possible to eradicate whatever is tainting your beautiful existence.
However, that's where you're also wrong. We're not all that different. We're still half human. We still live amongst you. We are still very real. So go on, go on living in your fantasy world where everything is perfect and it's all sunshine and rainbows. Good for you.
Meanwhile, I'll be here in the shadows of your mind, fighting for my life, and everything I hold dear.
If you care enough to stick around, awesome. This journal might prove of some use to you. Take what I say seriously, because if you don't, it could mean the start to another Great Rebellion. And believe me, you definitely don't want that.
Prepare yourself.
My name is Caleb Flynn.
This is my story.
No set update time for this, I'll plan to get the next chapter up at some point next week. Please leave a review!