This is a fic written by the cooperative forces of SalamenceKidd2000 and PlasmaTelevision01. Pokemon is a copyright of nintendo, bla bla bla bla.
2007-8 years ago:
" Son, let me tell you something before my fate is forgotten. no matter how much hatred or empathy you get from others, you believe what is right and what is wrong. But there's one thing I wanted to say! If you can't see your enemies, they can't... *choke*" "Dad?... Dad? ... Are you... Aggghh! *choke* choke*.
Present: 2015
Salo's perspective
I heard a very soft feminine voice whispering in my head. " Oy... hello?... Wake up..Wake up..." Oh god it's blurry. I can't breathe. My legs are paralysed. I can't move. My sight is...just red. Just like Dad. I only sensed the essence of gunpowder and the punturing bullet going through someone. It was something not to hear but at least I wasn't involved with it. Blood was everywhere on me and I didn't remember having a boiler suit on me. When my sight became clear, I saw pecuilar purple balloons dead that were deflated. Possibly by the bullets that I heard. Then everything went black and I heard the voice again and thats all I remember...
After that happened, I realised that I was a subject for a Drifloon experiment. Can't really say what it was for but I knew that my dad was involved with it. They probably picked me as one of their subjects because of him and I was pretty much an encylopedia on Pokemon. About my dad, he was a very wealthy man, but also a former sergeant of the Pokemon war. He was the oldest soldier out there and he was cooking Voltorbs killing hundreds. Me, well what I said before, but also a Pokemon trainer and Sinnoh champion.
Not really sure who it was because of my coma. I faced a lot of challenges though my childhood, including the Galatic invasion. Fuck, their hairstyle sure made Cyrus facepalm. However I could say now I don't really remember much of my incident and now I'm 20 years old. Oh yeah, and my name is Salo.
Going back now, I was hearing things in my head, like prophets saying some words from some language in some different world. Sure they weren't understandable, but they were AT LEAST saying something. "He awakens." Don't know what to do, I open my eyes to reality to realize my Pokemon team were all there. No wounds, no changes, just themselves. I was pretty astonished that I haven't seen them since my battle with the Elite 4 Champion. Couldn't really say much (they were my Pokemon) , I rounded them up into a bunch and find our way through a forest, possibly Eterna Forest.
Vines everywhere, poisonous Pokemon lurking and the haunted... ghetto, we proceeded through towards Eterna City. I was shocked to see what has changed about this horrid dumpster. I remembered when I got my first bike on my adventures and seeing Cynthia and waving at her. The city was full of nature and, surprisingly, a place you could blend in with Pokemon. But looking it now is like seeing the sun with the naked eyes. Sluts everywhere, Pokemon being used as food (feel the butthurt, fanboys) and the worst, there were hobos who had to die with their Pokemon. I saw one person dead on the floor and then the Pokemon got took away by mercenaries who wanted money. Wow, what a shitplace! Even the gym wasn't there! Just dead grass.
Plaz's perspective
Wow, what a dump. I remember when this place bustled. Now, it's kinda shameful. Whatever. Sinking my hands into my pockets I wander. There's a couple of prostitutes there. Wow. Coupla thugs comin this way. Oops. Tripped ya. Oh, a dead body? Thanks, I needed the money. Kinda short, ya know. Walking into a nearby store, I take the money and give it to the owner. "One of your strongest." I say. "Aren't you a little young to be buying this?" he tells me. "Dude, there are prostitutes under the age of 12 out there. The age for buying alcohol is 21. The age of consent is 16. There are 12 year olds out there selling sex-" I was cut off by a bottle of alcohol in my face. "Thanks." I say with a slight smirk. "And, for the record, I'm 19 asshole."
Now becoming dizzy after drinking and walking, I sit down. Waiting for a moment to see if I could get some from a slut, I take another sip. I may as well enjoy myself in this dump before Hoehn nukes us. Why they bother is completely beyond me. All we did was fuck with some genes, us being, you know, the Gene Alchemy Institute of Astre. The only one who knows about being nuked is me and the people who've already been nuked. There's literally no one left to tell the tale. Except me. I survived. Woo. I sure hope I can get back to Mt. Silver and train some more, said no one ever.
Eventually finding no fun in anything, I throw my bottle of Punny Named Alcohol at some chick. I hope she bleeds to death. Turning around to where the statue used to be, I smiled. "The statue of Giratina used to be here. I have Giratina already." I flick through my pokedex. I have all of them. Every damn pokemon. I'm renowned everywhere except New Sinnoh. Which is what I named this wasteland.
In the distance, I spot somebody who seems to be a little less affected. I remember now. He's the dude we put some Drifloon genes into. I bet he won't remember me at all. No, no, I guarantee it. I absolutely guarantee it. I'd put money on it. I have so much money, I could by the bicycle in Cerulean City. Yep.
It was Salo, after all these years...
