Nomadic
A Pokémon Fan-Fiction
Written by Hand Banana
Prologue: House of the Rising Sun
(1)There is a house,
In New Orleans.
Before the rising sun…
Blood.
There was blood everywhere.
I stared down at the corpse of the Trainer lying on the cool damp grass. A chilly breeze froze me to the bone, squeezing a shiver out of my body. The Trainer's eyes stared at an object only he could see, his body lying flat on its back. The grass would remain stained a dark crimson for a while.
The forest we were in was quiet and cold. It was eerily quiet, and only the sound of my quiet breathing was heard. It was early in the morning; the sun was just rising above the horizon. The trainer was listening to music with his device, and the song currently playing echoed slightly in the forest.
In the dead man's chest, a hole the size of a basketball pierced the skin; his innards were visible. The shot never went through. His ribs and lungs were visible, and the grisly wound still bled. The shirt the Trainer wore was once a nice frost white color, before it was stained crimson.
It was funny; I didn't show any form of emotion, both inside and out. I should feel something other than liberation, slight enjoyment and malice. But it wasn't there. I wasn't empathetic, or even sympathetic, just… somewhat hollow. But the deed was done, and now I can leave.
I was this poor fucker's, excuse my language, newest Pokemon, and I killed him because a voice in my head told me to. It wasn't another being controlling my every move, it was just I. I chose to kill him. I chose to blast him with a psychokinetic beam that ripped a bloody hole in his chest.
I chose freedom.
"My brother was a tailor,
Who sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man,
Down in New Orleans..."
The song's lyrics sung hauntingly into the empty forest, as if playing for only me to hear. I walked to the corpse, and extracted the music playing device. I knew my Trainer was not from around here, so to speak. He spoke of locations I have not seen or heard of; and he listened to rather strange music.
After all, I did bring him here on accident. Like how a child would choose a specific kind of candy, I chose him because he was interesting. He liked to listen to music and make constructs made of wood and plastic. His mind was that of an architect, he always had ideas for creating something truly wondrous and spectacular.
Nevertheless, he was interesting, even if I did kill him in cold blood. I wasn't like the other Gardevoirs, that much I know. The others would protect their trainers with their very lives to show their gratitude, but I wasn't like that. And I also had a legitimate reason to kill him.
He brought me here to… to…
Well, he wanted to seduce me, and I retaliated by firing a psychokinetic beam at his chest. I did overcharge it, and what was to be a stunning shot was instead made lethal. He was a Pokephilliac, and I did not want to be nothing but a prized trophy to be raped and abused by some lowlife architect with perverted fantasies.
I also knew he wasn't the only one from this alternate world. There were a few I know of, but I don't want to go chasing after them. No, I don't want that. Maybe there is a person who will treat us right… A voice crept into my mind. Maybe there is a person like that, but I didn't want to risk it, or else they would end up like the Architect.
But I digress.
I… guess I feel sorry. For him, and for whoever comes into contact with me. I need to leave. To move and start over somewhere else. Maybe even look for a new trainer. But that was a big maybe, though. I heard voices and footsteps approaching from the left of the corpse, which was behind me. They were calling for a Pokemon that has lost itself in the forest, and if they see me here…
I turned to the right, and I ran. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I ran as silently and carefully as I could.
I ran for my life.
"So what do think did this?" A man asked his fellow detective.
"I don't know, it looks like a Psychic-type fired a beam at his chest, but that's all I got." A second detective stated before taking position on the corpse's left side. "We should head to the station after this to run some tests on the wound."
"Don't forget we have to address the report of a breaking and entering." A new voice butted in and the two men surrounding the body turned their heads to see a tall, broad man with dark brown hair and jade green eyes.
"Captain," The two men said in unison.
"What do we have?" The Captain inquired.
"Murder, suspect likely a Psychic-type Pokemon but I think that's very unlikely." The first detective stated.
"Any idea what kind?"
"I don't know. It could have been an Abra, maybe even a Kadabra. The list goes from Gardevoirs to Alakazams, but they sound unlikely to turn on their trainers, so we are gonna have to dig deeper."
"Speaking of trainers, what's the guy's name?" The Captain asked.
"Unknown. He doesn't have any form of ID, could be a smuggler." The second detective mused. "They seem to favor this area recently."
"Well, give me a ring when you make a breakthrough, and if the breaking and entering is related to this case, bring me all the information you can."
"Will do sir." The first detective said.
"Alright, good hunting boys." The captain walked down the makeshift path forensic made to investigate the body.
Now, why would a Pokemon turn on its trainer? The Captain thought as he walked down the path. Something wasn't right about this. He could feel it in his gut.
And his gut was never wrong.
Well, here is a story. That's all I have to say, really. R&R and maybe I'll make a second chapter if this does remotely well.
A word highlighted by brackets with a number in it (E.g. (0), etc.) is a song that is meant to make the highlighted scene take even more dramatic effect
All songs, Pokemon and locations used in this story are not my own, and belong to their respected creators. Original Characters are the only things I own.
Music List:
1. The Animals – House of the Rising Sun