Prologue
She ran down the alley, the rain pouring down making thump sounds as it hit the cracked cobblestone. She ran through puddles, causing splashes. Her fur was soaked, from all the rain.
She came to a sudden stop, it was a deadend! Panic sugered through her as she turned left then right, there was nowhere to hide. She whipped her head around at the sound of walking getting closer, then stopping.
She made out a figure in the moonlight, a boy, he held some-kind of stick.
"You shouldn't have ran from me," he said in a taunting voice, "you need to be punished.."
She could tell he was smirking, as his grip tightened on the stick. She had no time to think, as he swung, hitting her on the back. She fell to the ground, the pain unbearable, she knew the stick wasn't really a stick, it was a pipe! He swung again, making her yell out in pain.
Satisfied, the boy left her there.
The bright sun, and the smell of food awoken her. She looked around, as a Tranquill flew over her. She walked slowly, pain surging through her with every step, toward the opening of the alley.
She poked her head out and looked around, she seemed to be near the building for the young brats in the town. She hesitately made her way toward it, no kids -not even the boy- were anywhere in sight.
To her surprise, the front gate was open. She walked through, and headed toward a square opening. There, she peared into a room full of the young brats, with a adult brat in the front.
"Now class, today we will be talking about Tongue Twisters!" the adult brat said, "I will recite my favorite one:
There was a fisherman named Fisher
who fished for some fish in a fissure.
Till a fish with a grin,
pulled the fisherman in.
Now they're fishing the fissure for Fisher."
She looked at the adult brat in amazement, "T-t-th-e-e-re w-wa-s-s a-a.." she trailed off lost in her own world trying to say the words.
AN/ This is the Prologue to the Meowth x OC story I'm writing. Who is this OC you may ask? Her name is Lyra.. that's all I'm telling you..
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