Simply Paranormal
Author's Note/Beginning/Saying/waste of space/whatever the hell I need to say: This is my first fan fiction story that I'm writing. So you better be nice or else! Flames are acceptable. Seriously, my room is the only room in the whole house that doesn't have a heater. So load up on the flames if you must. Review if you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Why do you think I'm here? No offense to but if I did own Pokemon then I would be filthy rich and have a restraining order on my brother (and I wouldn't be here). Sadly I don't have the money or lawyer to do that. Nintendo and Game Freak have the honors of owning Pokemon. I own my made up characters though. Steal them and I will stalk you. 4 life.
Summary: A runaway rebel that goes by the name "Ren". Her past and future are unclear and totally unpredictable. No one knows who or what she ran away from though. She left behind a dark past and her motto is: 'action first, questions later.'
Then there that psychopathic temperamental psychic pokemon on the loose. What are the chances that they could meet? A million to one. Somehow by faith or dumb luck they meet. A rebel, a psycho pokemon. What good can come out of this unlikely duo?
Nothing good.
Chapter One: Running Away
She was panting and running as though her life depended on it. In a strange way her life really did depend on running. Her life was now on the edge, and she could only live by running away from the only life she knew. Escaping from the place once called home and living the way she wanted to live.
Her feet pounded on the dirt ground. Dozens of leaves and twigs were snapped and stepped on. She was leaving a trail of footprints for them to find her. She might as well scream at the top of her voice: Hey! I'm right here! Come here and take me back to the place I once called home! But she knew that they wouldn't even care anyway they probably wouldn't even notice that she was even gone. Expect for maybe that. But she didn't care. She didn't care at all. None of those things matter to her anymore. They weren't important. What was important was running.
This all seem unreal to her. Like as though it was just a strange dream and any moment now she was going to wake up. This couldn't be real. This was not happening. This was NOT happening to her. This couldn't be happening. It was surreal.
But it was all real. The full moon peering through the tree branches. The ghostly fog-like mist that cover the ground and rose whenever she took a step. The faint footsteps were the only thing left about her and her past. The scratches on her arms were real as along with the blood bleeding from them.
And her escape was real.
It all became clear to her at that moment. She was really escaping; this was not a dream or something entirely fake. This was real. This was real to her. All her life she had dreamed of this moment when she could finally run away and be free. And it was now happening in front of her eyes.
Tears were now streaming down her face. Leaving wet trails against her dirty and dirt covered face. Stop crying! Come on you have to keep running! Wasn't this all you wanted? To be loose and cast free? To have a taste of freedom and live the way YOU want to? That was always your dream from the beginning. Well guess what? You might not have it anymore. It's no time to celebrate because guess what? You are not completely free or even out of danger yet.
She wanted to stop and rest. Her feet were tried and she wanted to stop to catch her breath. She wanted to argue against the stupid voice in her head (that was right). But the voice in her head was right. So she didn't have any time to rest or even to stop and catch her breath. She didn't have time to stop for anything because they might catch up with her.
Dawn was now approaching pretty quickly and they would soon find out that she was missing. It would only be a matter of time before they would be searching for her. So she had to leave as quickly as possible.
Her mind started to wander. She had to keep her thoughts away from the pain and blisters forming on her feet. Ugh! She could feel another blister forming right now on her left foot. But she forced herself to forget the pain. She started thinking about all this. Where was she going to go after this? She had no close friends to contact. In fact she had no friends at all. She had no idea where she was or where was the closest town from here.
I'll worry about that later. She thought. You're only denied the truth. Sooner or later you'll have to face it. And it's not going to help you much when you do. said the annoying yet true voice from her head again. Yeah? Well better later than never. Hah! Beat that! it didn't matter that she was arguing with her inner conscience (aka the really STUPID voice in her head); there was nothing better to do.
You'll see. sang the highly annoying voice. She briefly wondered when did her conscience became so smart (and annoying) and began thinking up ways to block the stupid voice. I am not stupid! I'm not annoying either! it said. That is what you think. But the truth is that you were planted here from a secret organization and is going against everything I think. she fought back.
If it's so secret then how come you know about it then? it asked. Ugh… Hold on… Never mind. Oh great! I'm arguing with an imaginary voice. Stupid inner conflict-ly thing. Argh! she thought and gave up on trying to reason with herself.
This was it. Freedom. All her life she felt like she was a trapped prisoner in a jail. No. She was a trapped prisoner in a jail cell. She was imprison, locked up, and caged, a hostage, a captive and putted away like a mere object. But she didn't go quietly. She was a rebel since the day she was born. Always fighting back and making chaos. And now she had managed to runaway.
The sides of her mouth perked up. The Runaway Rebel. Gee that will make the headlines. She could imagine it now: Now in tonight's news: The Runaway Rebel. Highly dangerous and must approach with caution at all times. Call the police! Make sure your Pokemon is with you at ALL times. Be careful where ever you go! Lease your Pokemon, lock your doors, and board up your windows. Where could she be? What plans does she have to terrify the world? She could be stalking in a neighborhood near a place like you!
God that was gay. But the freedom part was real. She bit her bottom lip to stop from screaming and shouting out loud. She was free! Her feelings were overwhelming and she wanted to shout, cry, run, skip and tell the whole world how she was feeling. Oh wait. She was already doing 2 out of the 5 things right now. Oh well. 2 out of 5 aren't so bad.
It was strange to her. She could do whatever she wanted to do. Anything was possible to her. A strange feeling came to her. There was a feeling of insecurity and helplessness. Like as though everything was lost in the world. She felt helpless. She didn't know where she was and she felt so unprotected and venerable.
It felt like she had threw away a life of protection and shelter for nothing. There was a feeling of unsure ness. But she ignored that knowing that it was only a falsehood. Her old life only caused her pain whenever she thought about it and it a stupid form of protection anyway. The only way she could feel protected was to runaway from her old life and starts a new one.
An old philosopher once said that you can't run away from the truth. But it was wrong in this case. She had figured out the truth and now she was running away from it. But it was not was it meant. She was sick and tired of her old life. Sick and disgusted at the way she was treated. And now she was going to start a life worth living.
Her feet pounded over the hill and she stood still looking at the site in front of her. The sun was just about to rise; the sky was a deep dark blue but was quickly turning a rich golden color. It looked so magical and pure.
But she wasn't too focus on that. Instead what laid ahead of her was what she was staring so determinedly at. And she broke into a wide grin for the first time tonight.
A town lay ahead covered by the morning mist. It was like it wasn't even there, just an illusion or a hallucination. If she didn't know better she would have thought that it was just her imagination or she was delusional. But it was really there. She remembered that it was one of her destination on the map that she planned out her escape on. Finally something was going right!
A flock of Pidgey burst through the trees next to her. They flew in the air like as though they were made to fly. The sight to her was almost familiar. And she longed with all her heart that she could be one of those Pidgeys, flying free. Suddenly she noticed all the life and spirit around her.
Some Sentrets darted through the grass they looked like as though they were in a hurry. Several Ledybes buzzed near the flowers. And she watched the nearby water Pokemon swim down the river. And few of them jumped up into the air leaving behind a small trail of water. Small crystal like droplets of water landed on the grass revealing a Taillow searching for its breakfast.
She smiled behind half close eyes at what she was seeing. One road lead back to her forest, her past. And the other lead to the town, her unknown future. It looked like it was going to be a bright future.
Not caring that she was going to dirty her clothes (not that they weren't already messed up) she felled to the ground. And with a last peaceful smile upon her face Ren fell into a dreamless peaceful sleep.
Well there you have it! It's not really a good beginning and it's only my first fic so don't go too hard on me! I'm only human. I might not update for awhile unless there is a demanding amount of reviews. Sorry! I'm just kidding. Review if you like. Expect more from eLeMeNt sPiRiT!
I AM SO SORRY! My stupid younger brother decided to play a (very, very, very) late April Fool's Prank. Instead of the usual wake-up-your-sister-with-a-bucket-of-ice-cold-water or the old spider-above-your-head-trick, he decided to delete my only two fan fics (CRIES). I hate you dear brother! Do you know what else is stupid? His birthday is coming up and my mom says I STILL have to be nice to him! Life is not fair!
LaTeR!