TropicalAce here to bring my first fanfic, enjoy! All reviews welcomed! I'll upload chapters as frequent as I can!
'Thought'
"Speech"
"Telepathy"
Narration-
Chapter 1: Savior
Rolling thunder crackled from the heavens above, occasionally blasting the Verdanturf skies in a blinding white light. Crippling winds and stinging rain made the peaceful path of Route 117 look like a suicide mission but there was one unlucky soul sprinting full speed in hopes of finding shelter.
His grey hooded jacket and black sweat pants were all muddied from the dirt road, clearly putting up a losing battle against the elements. His tanned brown hair completely drenched from the showers obscured his hazel eyed vision, making it hard tell the difference between a clear pathway or an oncoming tree.
"Shit," he swore, wiping his eyes clear of any water. "It's my first day being a trainer and a storm happens. Well at least I haven't been struck by lightning yet, so that's good…I guess."
Soon after covering a decent amount of land worthy of Olympic praise, his lungs began to plea for air, slowing his pace to a jog. He wanted to stop but the Verdanturf skyline refueled his energy, making his legs bolt in one last burst of speed. He was rather surprised though for the glowing skyline gave off a city much larger than his text book portrayed but all that didn't matter, for civilization was now within his grasp. With his mind filled with beaming hope, an eerie whimper shot through his thoughts in just a fraction of a second. Of course he paid no heed to and carried on, deciding that it was the weather getting to his head.
But then it happened again, this time loud and clear, "He-lp…me." a feminine voice cried, "Please….I-I can't feel…my legs…" Unfortunately, the voice's calls for help only seem to terrify her potential savior for he was dead in his tracks, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Hello? W-who's there?" he spoke with caution looking around for the source of the voice, even waiting in the pouring rain for a reply.
"Bleeding…out…I can't move.." she panted, "please….."
Still a bit freaked out, he shouted, "Where are you!? I can help!?"
"By a large tree…" she replied, "hurry…."
His head whipped around spying for the largest tree he could find, spotting one off in the distance to his right. He was met with yards of bush and tall grass filled with unseen dangers warning him but did nothing to stop him from jumping in feet first.
Shoving the thick vegetation away he realized that this was a blind attempt to save this a or whatever it was but all that came crashing down when a greenish white figure brushed passed his vision. His stomach instantly tying into a knot as the grass below his feet was starting to sheen crisp red, looking up to the life force's owner, a Gardevoir. The once beautiful gown was now dried a dark crimson hue seeping from a gash that stretched from the waist to its side. Lifeless arms were laced tightly together in a feeble attempt to slow the bleeding, overwhelming its small hands, leaking back to the earth beneath.
The onlooker's twisted stomach finally exploded, blowing out the contents of this morning's breakfast on the ground below, "What kind of sick person…." he trailed off regaining a rather collective composure. Even with his wits growing back on him, he still couldn't get over the fact that a bipedal Pokémon close to that of a human was bent in such a way indescribable by his words. The horn's tip that protruded out of its chest was chipped clean off as if by a master swordsman, leaving the rest untouched.
Kneeling down checking the Gardevoir weltering pulse, the smell of dried blood nearly revolted his actions but the it's dying breath erred him to carry on. His trembling hands gently lift it up, rewarding him with a sharp pop making his skin crawl. That pop sound turned its stiff spine into putty in the boy's grasp as he ran back out to the dirt road leading to Verdanturf Town, leaving behind a trail of blood being washed away by the rain.
Finally reaching his destination wheezing up a tornado, he paced through the town's center, blood stained clothes included. Curious and fearful eyes starred at the boy masking the town's grounds in red, wondering what psychopath would do that to a Pokémon. But grace was on his side for there were no police around the area, although if there were, he'd be arrested on the spot, no questions asked.
Moments later he was bearing down the entrance of the Pokémon Center, knocking on the glass door, smudging even much as to run to the counter, Nurse Joy was already on him with her trademark smile turning sour.
"What happened!?" she asked, calling a Chansey to bring a stretcher immediately, placing the Gardevior down on her awaiting chariot.
"I don't know," the boy quivered, "I found it that way when I was coming here."
Nurse Joy gave him a straight stare, searching for any flaws within his words, "Right," she sighed, heading back to the counter, "can I see your Trainer's Card please?"
With that said, the boy fumbled around his pockets, giving her the card as she punched it into the computer and started to dictate its information.
"Name: Dave Mayflower."
"Age:19."
"Sex: Male."
"Height: 6'3.""
"Badges: None."
She then returned the card with a trustworthy smile, somewhat calming the worried Dave.
"So what do I do now, Doc?" he frowned, "Will it be ok?"
"I'm sure everything be fine," she soothed, pacing off to the E.R in a hurry. "Why don't we find you a new set of clothes?"
Dave nodded, looking down at his hoodie which already had a thin layer of crust from the blood it soaked, "Yeah, I could live with that."
Nurse Joy then directed him to a backroom three spaces away from the emergency room, slipping on some gloves and a mask, "You can get clothes here and rest up if you like."
"Thanks Nurse Joy, " he chimed, heading into the room, " 'think I can lay low for awhile."
The mask gave the illusion of a smile to Dave but, in reality she too was unsure weather the Gardevior will make or not, exiting with a faint wave whist he closed the behind him in a slump,
Of all things he could think of, he thanked Arceus for her not making fun of his name despite being knee deep in shit.
His eyes fanned the room spotting a flat panel T.V hanging over a mini fridge serving as the room's center piece. A magenta four person sofa lied perfectly squared in the middle of the room, with an isolated shower on the right and a dresser on the left. He went to the dresser in search of fresh threads, pulling off his tattered clothes and digging through his lint filled pockets with a sigh.
"Man this sucks," he groaned, scouting out a white T-shirt paired with blue shorts, "No cash and no kick ass starter Pokémon, this played out way better in my head. I knew I should of gotten some cash from mom but given our circumstances….."
Regretting the rather mushy start on his journey, sadden feet dragged over to the shower stripping himself of the tattered clothes. He then brought the shower head to life, gushing hot water just right for his cold sleek body. Ridges of bone and muscle were flushed of any sweat and grime, bringing relief to the boy as recent past events recapped his mind. His thoughts was like a train stuck in reverse, racing back to the injured Gardevior erupting a shiver from his core.
"Still, I hope the Pokémon's fine," he mused, steeping out of the shower slipping on a fresh set of clothes. "that was one hell of cut, kind of looked like it was stabbed or something."
Dave soon found himself lounging in the couch, waiting for hours on edge surfing through the T.V's channel wanting to find some distraction to calm his rampaging mind. His prayers was then answered by a knock on the door, it was Nurse Joy.
"May I come in?" she asked, her voice somewhat weak.
"Sure." he replied, lifting his head over the couch to see behind him.
Proceeding in with teary eyes, she tried to remain professional but her heart couldn't bite back the hard emotion of grief, trembling as she spoke, "I-I've got some….sad news, Dave."
A worried Dave quickly bounced out the sofa, shuffling over to the now crying Nurse Joy. "What's wrong?" he questioned with his face growing grim by each passing second.
"It's the Gardevior…..it was beaten," she sobbed, wiping a tear away. "Bruising around it's body showed signs of a struggle and that laceration on its side was meant to finish it. We did everything in our power to help but we had to do the procedures by hand, including the physical examinations because we don't have its Pokéball. "
You see, without the poke ball, if a Pokémon gets injured every thing has to be done by hand, almost like a human being. The only real drawback is that full recovery is not guaranteed but, it's better than the Pokémon dying, right?
Nurse Joy continued, "We ran a C.A.T scan on it and the results are…" she trailed off, no longer able to bear the heavy burden of those words. But Dave remained firm, giving her a stern look, "Give it to me straight, is it bad?"
She nodded, "According to the results, the brain went through a lot of stress and it appears to have suffered a stroke, which is seriously dangerous for physic Pokémon, there's a chance it might wake up...mentally ill." Dave was shock at this new-found information and stuttered, "A-and what if it d-does?"
She slumped her head to what she was about to say, "I'll have to….put it down." The boy's mouth went agape, speechless for his words got stuck in his throat.
Some Pokémon, if not all, have the ability to seriously harm or kill a human. Therefore, strict laws are placed against them (wild or not) and that includes the trainer if needed. A mentally ill Pokémon just makes things worse, for under law they are ordered to be put down, especially physic types for their powers rely on their mental ability. If left unchecked, it can pose a great threat to society.
Nurse Joy quietly left the room, giving one last gaze at Dave whom was still standing there in disbelief. "Stay here for the night, the weather is bad and the authorities will be here by tomorrow morning. Let us pray that it wakes up with sane mind."
Well I'm just correcting some grammar errors so that the story can be a little more pleasant to read, okay?- TA