Hey It's Kasper here with another story.
This story is a spin off from my story the Brutal Hero and is about my main characters past, however if you don't want this to spoil your reading of the main story then read up to chapter 8 so that it makes sense as something happens in chapter 6 that wouldn't happen unless the stuff in this story happened. And in chapter 7 he says something and this will spoil the story if you read this first.
Not giving anything away am I Mwahahahahahahaha. So I've said what needs to be said and if you still want to read this first then it is your fault if it ruins the story as you read this and I did warn you so don't come crying to me if you do.
Anyway, on with the story, R&R.
The Past is an Enemy to Forget
The day, well I don't really remember to be honest, it may have been a Monday but I couldn't tell you, even though I always pay attention to the minor details. I remember the time though, 2pm; that played an important role, if only it had been earlier, things might have been different. The year, of course I remembered that, 2000, I was 7 at the time so it was obvious what year. But I still, for the life of me, can't remember the day, which makes no sense, especially, as that is the day everything changed, for the worst!
I had only been to the Hoen region twice before this time, 4 years ago for 2 weeks and 2 years ago for 2 weeks. This was the third time and it was half way through the first week, and by first week I mean first 7 days. You are lucky I am telling you this, after all I have never told anyone this before, I don't even talk about it with my mother, and she was there. But any way, I was seven and I was holidaying in Hoen with my mum and dad, visiting my cousins and aunt and uncle, my dad's identical twin, Norman, the gym leader of Petalberg City.
Oh I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Kasper, but you probably know of me if you have read my story about my adventures through Kanto. I am telling this story because people seemed confused about some things so I decided to write this down for people to make more sense about me, but I'm going off track.
We were in Hoen for 2 weeks every 2 years, the years in between my uncle and his family came to us in Kanto, and by two weeks I mean 14 days, the holiday always started on a different day each time. Any way we had been staying at my uncle's house for the seven days now, I'm saying seven because it was around that amount and I don't know the exact number, and we had been sleeping in the cabins they owned that were behind the gym which was connected to their house. There were two cabins, wooden in make and they were a beautiful chestnut brown colour. Each cabin was a bedroom and a bathroom, the bedrooms had king sized beds in them so my mum and dad had one and I got the other all to myself. I was the only person who stayed in this cabin as it was the smaller of the two and uncle Norman had said that no one else ever visited them, so they said I could decorate it myself and if I ever left home I should come and visit as it was pretty much my home from home, they said it was pretty much mine. I had decorated it of course. I was obsessed with Pokémon and so I had covered the walls in posters of Pokémon and battles. There was even a Poster of my dad battling Norman last time he came to visit us. My dad had won of course, His Kangaskhan destroying, not literally, Normans Exploud. The poster was of the final attack, both Pokémon had attacked at the same time although Kangaskhan was the overall victor; it was an amazing battle that I had watched in awe as Kangaskhan charged up its yellow energy in its mouth, ready to fire the hyper beam whilst at the same time Exploud fired its own Hyper beam, the two attacks collided and the resulting explosion knocked out Exploud, Kangaskhan barely stayed conscious.
That was the first Pokémon Battle I had ever seen and it was amazing, ever since that day I have dreamed of becoming a Pokémon master and travelling the world, after that battle, hyper beam became my favourite ever move.
Opposite the bed was a large T.V. with a DVD player attached. We had recorded the battle and I watched the DVD every time we stayed. The room was actually the pretty usual sort of room a young boy would have.
It was night-time at the moment, well not night-time as much as evening but it was getting pretty late now, and I was lying in my bed watching the battle, I liked to study the battle because my dad said it was the hardest battle he had ever fought and so I studied so that when I got a Pokémon I could challenge him and then uncle Norman to a battle, and I would beat them both.
The DVD finally finished and I turned it off, I was getting quite tired so I decided to get some shut eye. My dad came into me and told me he had to go out with Uncle Norman for a bit, there was something they had to do but he would be back tomorrow so I would see him then.
"Ok Daddy". I had said to him. "I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight".
"Good night son". He had replied. "I love you".
"I love you to daddy". I had said.
Little did either of us know that they were the last words we would ever say to each other.
These chapters will be short but they do save me some trouble with my main story The Brutal Hero: A Hot New Journey.
Kasper Out