Third TF story. I thank you all for the hits on my other stories. This was inspired by Ryu Dragonclaw's story Euphoria. Though the chapters are short and lacking detail, they were still good.
Right then, let's see how this will go then?
"Hello" means speech.
'Hello' means thoughts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or any major company brands. I only own the story and my OC's.
Illusions of a Fox
Prologue
Washington D.C. March 17, 2011
Third Person POV:
"TERESA! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!"
A girl in her mid-teens woke up with a start at this line and fell out of her bed, dropping flat on her stomach. She moaned inward and picked herself up. 'Wish my parents would be a little nice on the morning wake-up call...' she moaned to herself. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she walked over to her dresser. She looked in the mirror, grunting to herself after seeing her image. Her light brown bed-hair, when brushed out, would come down in length to her shoulders. Pulling out one of the drawers, Teresa pulled out a medium sized brush and started to get the knots out of her hair.
While brushing, a few strands of red hair was coming through the tangled mess on top of her head. She really can't exactly explain why those hairs are red. When her hair was growing out, her parents found those while braiding her hair for an elementary school play. Her parents tried to dye those strands to the same color as the rest of her head, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. It would always return to its natural red color by the end of the month.
After getting the last of the knots out of her hair, Teresa reached into another drawer and pulled out a small band, which she tied around the strands of hair, forming a small bun of sorts on top of her hair. After fixing her hair, she took off the sleepwear, being careful around her hair, and got some regular clothes out. A pair of women shorts were put on first, that were a light red color. The shirt was red with the top third a black-gray color with a small pattern stitched close to the collar. If one were to look at the pattern closely, it would be the pokemon Zorua.
Teresa wasn't exactly the Pokemon type, but there were a few that she liked. Zorua was one of them, which she thinks is the best one of the ones she likes. It looks so cute, but mysterious at the same time to her. Even though she hasn't played the games yet, she did see part of the movie it was featured in. It was always cute, even when mischievous and giggling from it's pranks. Even better, it has the ability to turn into anything it wants, provided it's human or animal, making it the perfect prankster.
After getting dressed, putting on makeup, and grabbing her backpack, Teresa proceeded downstairs and out the front door. Walking towards the end of the street, she saw out the corner of her eye some sort of animal. When she turned to face it, the animal was a small brown-black fox cub. It was staring right at her with sky-blue, puppy dog-like eyes that would soften any heart. She smiled at it then continued down the road. At the end of the street where the bus comes by were a few of her friends, Louis, Mark, and Julie.
"Hey guys." greeted Teresa, walking the last few steps towards them.
"Hey Teresa." they responded at the same time.
Louis, if looking at them from the front of the group, was on the left. He was around the height of the average teen, wearing a long-sleeved gray shirt with a white 'V' strip starting at the chest and going up around the sides of the collar, giving the look it was an over-shirt. He also wore a pair of jeans that, due to him being the 'toolbox' of the group, had two extra pouches on both sides of them that he added on himself.
Mark was wearing the average wardrobe for high school. He was also the 'chick magnet' of the group (Teresa and Julie: EWW!), meaning he gets a lot of attention from the female side of the school. He often tries to hook up with one, but often ends up falling flat on his face from failure. Strangely though, despite the failures, he's still popular.
Julie was wearing a Camo-green shirt, with matching pants. Like Louis' pants, hers has several more pouches on both sides. She's often called 'The Female Soldier,' mainly due to her father being in the US Navy Seals for ten plus years, and the training drills he puts her through. Despite on how harsh training drills can be, she still manages her happy attitude. If you were to challenge her to a wrestling match, she would have you pinned in less then ten to fifteen seconds, all thanks to the CQC training her father gives her.
Before Teresa could stand by the others, Julie squealed like a little fan girl. "OHMAGOSHOMAGOSH! THAT THING IS CUTE!" Teresa raised an eyebrow to this outburst, then turned around to see what triggered the screaming. Right behind her was the same fox she saw earlier, staring right up at her. Louis and Mark were wondering on why a fox was following their friend. Teresa was just as confused as both of them. Julie ran to the fox and picked it up quickly, then started hugging it, but not crushing it. Julie then noticed something on the fox's head. "Hey Teresa," she called for her. "this fox has a red tuft of fur, kinda like you." To prove her theory, Teresa walked over to Julie and looked where she was pointing. Sure enough, there was a tuft of red fur on the top of the fox's head, nearly the same color as hers. 'Huh, kinda like me of sorts.' Teresa said in her head.
The fox started squirming in Julie's grasp, trying to free itself from her. Julie herself was caught off guard by this, letting the fox go. Instead of falling to the ground, it leaped onto Teresa's shoulders, where it relaxed there. Both Mark and Louis were smiling from the fox's antics while Julie was fuming slightly from the rejection. "Why you little-" she fumed. Julie tried reaching for the fox on Teresa's shoulders, only to have the fox growl at her. She squeaked like a mouse and pulled her hands back. The boys burst out laughing at this while Teresa was staring at her sudden bodyguard. She then raised her hands and lifted the fox off her shoulders. She held it in front of her, with a questioning look on its face. Around this time, the bus was coming around the corner.
"Sorry little guy," Teresa apologized, "but I can't take you with me. The school won't entirely allow pets on the school grounds." She lowered the fox to the ground, who now held a sad expression. When the fox's paws touched the ground, it started whining, wanting to come along with her. Louis, Mike, and Julie were just getting on the bus, waiting for their friend. Teresa smiled a little to the fox's begging, then lowered one of her hands to pet it. However, the fox lunged at her hand and sunk its fangs in her hand. Teresa howled in pain and flung the fox off her hand. She then held her hand with her unharmed one, where droplets of blood were coming out of the places where the fangs sunk in. "Stupid fox!" she hissed. "Should have kicked you away instead!" She raced towards the bus, jumping the last few steps, still holding her hand.
As the doors to the bus closed, Teresa managed to find her seat on the bus, with Julie and in front of Mark and Louis' seat. All three of them noticed their friend clutching her hand, small drops of blood on it. "Dude, what happened to you?" Mark questioned, worried about what happened to her hand. "The fox happened, that's what." Teresa snapped. "That cute act it pulled was a ruse. Soon as I tried to pet it, it lunged at and bit my hand. I still have the...wounds?" She was surprised when she lifted her unharmed hand from the bitten one, only to find that the puncture wounds were gone. Not a trace of the bite was found on them, even the trails of blood were gone. Her friends were staring at the supposed bite area with questioning looks.
"Uh, what wounds?" Julie asked.
"There were just there a second ago." Teresa said, confused.
"I don't see any scars, or anything having to do with the supposed bite." Louis said skeptically.
"I'm serious! That fox bit me right here!" Teresa near-yelled, pointing at the side of her hand opposite the thumb. Several students on the bus turned their head towards the yelling, trying to figure out what's going on. Teresa stared at her hand, baffled on how the wounds suddenly vanished without so little as a scar. She had her mind so focused on it she didn't realize they were at the school. Julie snapped her fingers in front of the dazed Teresa, snapping her out of her trance. She grabbed her stuff and stepped off the bus. From a short distance away, there was the same fox that bit her hiding in the shrubbery nearby. It lowered its head, ear pressed against its fur, then pointed its head towards the ground, closing its eyes.
"I'm sorry." The fox spoke, then ran into the wild.
Right, first chapter of my third story down. Now I have to not only keep this one up, but my first two stories as well. Please review, constructive criticism is accepted. Flames will be used to roast marshmallow...=P