Hello! This is my first fanfiction so try not to judge to much. This story is based in the world of Pokémon but all of my characters are original. Please feel free to review or let me know of any grammar or spelling mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon however if you want to sell the name to me I'd buy it
Hana
The recent rain caused the dark green grass beneath me to dampen my black flats as I walked into the forest that connected to my backyard. I didn't mind as it cooled me from the humid summer night. My mother and father were away on business trip for a couple weeks to another region, which left me alone in the house with nothing to do. I recently discovered a great place in the forest to watch Pokémon, so I was headed there to satisfy my boredom. My green skirt flounced as I walked over many logs that were on the path. The dew that fell from the trees above me fell onto the top of my head spooking me a little with every drop. Usually I would've at least seen one Pokémon on my way but tonight, there isn't a single one.
I eventually arrive and step through two bushes that parted slightly and climbed up metal pegs stuck into a large tree. At the top rested an old, abandoned tree house that was no longer visited by Pokémon. The perfect spot to observe the forest. I glanced out the window to try and look for the regular Pokémon that always filled the little clearing next to the tree house but once again, not a single one in sight. I listened for anything to indicate life but all I could hear is eerie silence. My chest tightened and I made my way down the tree house, trying to be quick. Something wasn't right tonight, and I didn't want to figure out what it was. My feet carried me through tall grass and over damp logs as fast as they could.
Suddenly, a figure emerges from the brush and collapses at my feet, almost causing me to trip over it. I let out a yelp in surprise and freeze. A soft whine causes my fear to get replaced with concern. The immense white and red Pokémon that landed at my feet was one I hadn't seen before. It was covered with cuts and looked very weak. It's wings still looked like they were alright but it must've been too exhausted to use them. The Pokémon's eyes were closed and its face was scrunched up in pain.
"It's okay little guy", I say in a calming voice, "I'm going to go get some medical supplies from my house and come right back alright?" It whined again in pain and my heart thumped with pain. Anger filled me. What kind of psychopath would do this to a Pokémon? I turned around to start going back to my house for supplies when I heard a branch break to my right. My head swung to reveal a man dressed in baggy blue pants, a striped shirt and a bandana with an odd symbol etched into it. He was followed closely by a Muk who left dead plants wherever it went.
"Who are you?" I said, glaring at the man. He hadn't taken his eyes off of the hurt Pokémon and immediately I knew he had done this. I stepped in between him and the Pokémon, holding my arms up.
"Get out of the way, unless you know what's good for you", he warned. His voice was rather rough and I knew he was going to make due with his threat but I stood my ground regardless. I didn't own any Pokémon off my own so I had almost no chance of winning. Plus if that Muk touches me, I'm not in for a very fun night. I tried to think of some way to change my chance of winning but he didn't give me much time.
"Muk, use sludge", he commanded pointing towards me. Fear filled every pore in my body. I shielded the red and white Pokémon with my hands, my back facing towards the sludge that was being thrown our way. Most of it missed but some managed to hit my arm, sending shooting pains through me. I winced in pain but didn't let myself cry out.
"That was just a warning. Imagine having your entire body coated in Muk's sludge", the man said, "Doesn't sound too pleasant does it."
"I won't let you hurt this Pokémon any more!" I yelled. He scoffed at me not giving up and commanded Muk to use sludge yet again. I remained my position in front of the Pokémon and prepared for the pain. Suddenly the eyes of the hurt figure on the ground shot open and it nudged me with its side, causing me to fall onto its back. It took off with amazing speed into the air leaving the forest behind. This would've been great if only for one thing… I was scared of touching Pokémon.
Thank you so much for reading! Next chapter will be out next week (or maybe sooner it depends on my patience) so stay tuned!