Hello everyone! This is a brand new story that I really want to take on and well one that its different is language and such and such that will be shown later on. I am also trying to not go with the present but have the setting in the past so this will be fun.

Blossom Creek

It was one of those nights. The nights that are tranquil and all houses and buildings are pitch black, lampposts were the only lights for the small town. A young girl leisurely walked down the earthy trail, her light ash brown hair gently swayed to the rhythm of night air' dance and her dark brown eyes glancing around the dead silent town.

"Looks like everyone has gone to bed early," she said softly as she took a glance at her watch, "it's only nine-thirty."

She continued down the dark trail and stared at an narrow trail that snakes along the darkness, heading up the hill.

"Might as well," she shrugged, "its the shortest way to the house and I can't keep little sis waiting."

As she took one step in the light of the lamppost, she heard it.

"Hello?" she called out slowly as she glanced around, clenching her fists, "Is anyone out there?"
A shadow with big red eyes stared at her as she quivered.

"Hello?" her voice grew soft.
The shadow gave a loud, menacing snarl.

"Oh shit."

More shadows appeared in the darkness, snarling as they glare at their new victim."

S-Stay back," she warned as she pulled out a small spray can, "I have mace."

The shadows gave one last snarl and dashed towards the girl.

"Fuck."

She sprinted out the spotlight, trying to hide in the darkness. She could feel her heart beating so rapidly that it can give her a heart attack and the adrenaline was too much to for her to handle, on the verge of making her trip or fall that can end her dear life. She sprinted down the narrow path, hoping that she could reach her haven in time. She quickly spotted a single house at the top of the hill, telling her she is only a few feet away from being safe.

"Open the door!" she screamed. "Open the-"

One of the shadows leaped on her and bit her hard on the neck, making it impossible for her to call for help. She fell on her knees, gasping and adding pressure to the wound on her now bloody hand. She crawled as fast as she could, she wasn't ready to give up like this. As she reached the front lawn, she tried to scream as more blood spewed out; but only hoarse whispering came out instead. She spotted a familiar figure at the window, waiting for her to come home.
"C-C-C-Crystella," she whimpered as the other shadows surrounding her, biting each limb and dragging her into the dark forest.

And then it grew dark.

Crystella

It was raining that day. The day that changed my life forever, the day that brought nothing but sorrow, the day of my older sister's funeral. She was the only family I had left, and now I have nothing. I peered at the boy next to me; his hand holding mine, his black curly hair combed back, his other hand on his Mightyenna's head, and his dark brown eyes fixed on the tombstone labeled "Flora Laporte, 1959-1977." He was her best friend and my boyfriend, Color. No one can pronounce his full name, so we call him Color for short and also because of him being artsy and always found drawing in his arms using as many different colored sharpies he can find. I slowly drew my eyes away from him and glanced at a boy around Flora's age across from us, Ronnie her boyfriend. I watched certain individuals throw their delicate white roses on my sister's coffin. Ronnie throws his, tears trickling. Color gently drops his, dead silent and his eyes fixed to the coffin. It's now my turn. I can feel everyone watching me as I held out the delicate flower.
"Goodbye Flora," I said softly and let it go.

We were quiet in his car, our thoughts still focusing on Flora's unexpected death.

"You know the last thing I talked to Flora," Color spoke softly as he drove, "was about how proud she was when she found out you were chosen to head over to the Kanto region to crew on that movie that'll start production in the summer.

"War of the gods?" I muttered. "Big deal. It's nothing to be estatic about."

"Well you should," he said softly. "You're one of the best stage crew in the county and possibly the entire region."

"I'm not going to leave Blossom Creek and abandon you, Ethel, Shellie, and the rest of the crew."

"No one told you? All the top juniors and seniors are going."

"You mean . . ."

"Ethel, Ciar, Shellie, you, and Miles."

"You're not picked?" I gasped in shock.

"I am as makeup artist," he gave a small smile.

"And Clair?"

"Ciar says that she's super pissed about not going."

"Still, I'm not so sure-"

"Crystella," his voice became smooth and calm, "this is a big opportunity for you. You have great talent and Flora wanted you to go. There won't be another opportunity like this ever again."

"I'll think about it," I said after a brief pause.
He cautiously parked in my driveway and turned off the ignition.

"Thinking of heading to school?"

"Shit no. School is halfway over. What's the point?"

"Might as well stay with you. I already said I'll be absent for the day."

We slowly got out of the car and Color pulled down the front seat so his Mightyenna, Shamira, can easily jump out.

"There you go girl," he said with a small smile.

"Might!" she exclaimed happily as she hopped out.

"How's Miki coping with Flora's death?" Color asked curiously.

Miki was Flora's Espeon, one of her two valuables. They both grew up together and they eventually developed the greatest bond.

"Better," I told him. "Still not eating but getting better."

We slowly crept inside of my small home located just outside of Blossom Creek, where the forest and the town meet. I opened up the curtains as Color and Shamira spotted a tiny fox racing towards them.

"Hey Tilly," he smiled as he petted my energized pokemon.

"Rua! Zorua!" she exclaimed happily as she nuzzled his leg.

"I see Tilly is high spirits."

"Well its because she hasn't seen you like ever," I said.

He slowly laid eyes on the sleeping Espeon and asked, "she hasn't talked either has she?"

Miki learned how to communicate telepathically and also have one of our pokemon communicate with us that way. Ever since Flora died, she just went mute and shut herself in isolation.

"No," I sighed, "she hasn't. I hope she does soon."

"Me too."

Color

Another day, another dollar earned wearing the stupid costume at that new family resturant.

"Why do I have to be Cuddles?" I questioned Ethel as I slowly put on the Eevee costume.

"They said you the only one that fits perfectly and you're so fluffy!" she gave a big child like grin.

"So you're saying being fluffy is the answer to everything?"

"Of course! What's the point being Cuddles if you have no fluff? Come on Cuddles they're waiting for you."

I slipped on the head to complete the look.

"Here we go again," I sighed.

I slowly lingered outside, trying to act "innocent, cute, and playful" from what the owner says. Last thing I want to happen is getting dog piled by numerous children and their pokemon. Horrible. It didn't take long until all the children nearby noticed me brought into their innocent eyes.

"CUDDLES!" they exclaimed as they dashed towards me with their big smiles.

They crowded around me as they begged for a hug, picture, autograph, or just a simple high five.

"Calm down friends!" I said in a childish, high pitched voice, "Cuddles will be able to play with all of you!"

I could feel my ears turning red as I spotted a girl with luscious brown hair and glancing at me with her hazel eyes.

Oh crap Clair.

"Yes Cuddles will be able to play with all of you," she gave a cocky smile.

"What are you doing here little girl?" I asked, staying in character.

"Well first off Cuddles I'm sixteen, and second I am here to pick up my food. I see you are busy with your friends so I'll just skedaddle and be on my way."

She headed to the door when she turned around and said, "And Cuddles, don't do a half assjob on the sets. You're making us look bad."

I gave a soft sigh as she went out the door. I looked around, quickly noticing all the children had left.

"Where did they...?"

Then, they attacked. They jumped out of nowhere, their faces still lit up, and tackled me to the ground.

"Ugh," I groaned as I saw the children getting ready to do their worst. "Not this again."

"DOGPILE!"

I spotted the dim light on the massive house flicker on as I slowly drove on the driveway.
"Looks like Dad's home," I muttered as I parked and turned off the ignition, forcing the small car to slumber.

I looked back and spotted Shamira sleeping peacefully on the backseat.

"Shamira," I whispered as I nudged her. "Wake up, we're here."

"Might?" she yawned and gazed around.

"Come on girl," I told her as I opened my door, "time to head inside."

She leisurely wandered out the car and we began to head to my home. I slowly opened the front door and swiftly went inside. I hurried upstairs to my bedroom, wanting to dispose the costume in my room, and reached for the icy cold knob.

"You're here late."

I quickly turned around, feeling my breath taken away, and saw a man with long black hair tied in a ponytail, his eyes glaring at me, and his massive hand on my shoulder.

"You scared me Dad," I sighed in relief, "we had a busy night so I had to stay longer."

"Ah," he said suspiciously. "How was school then?"

"It was good," I lied. "You know same old same old."

"Really? Because I got a phone call at work telling me that you didn't show up to any classes. Where were you today?"

"At Flora's funeral," I said softly.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why did you go?" he snapped. "That girl made you!"

"Dad, I went for my own account," I talked back. "Flora was like another sister to me and I also wanted to there for Crystella because now she has no one."
"I don't care for that sob story! I want you to get away from her!"

"I won't!" I defied him. "We've been best friends since we were four and now that we are boyfriend and girlfriend you want me to stay away from her!"
"I have my own reasons. I have a meeting with the rest of the board at Surrogate to attend so we'll talk about this later. Right now take care of Ashi and I want this place to stay spotless, got it?"

"Yes Dad," I said softly.

"Good, now go feed the pokemon. I bet they're starving from you forgetting their breakfast."

He slowly walked away as I gave a sigh.

"Might?" Shamira nuzzled my hand.

"I'm okay," I assured. "Come on, lets get you and the others some food."

I slowly walked down to the basement, grabbed large bag of pokemonchow and walked back into the kitchen where three bowls were: "Shamira", "Furna", "Erebus". I slowly poured the pokechow on each of the three bowls, when I heard the kitchen door creak.
"Ashi?"
"Hi Color. How do you know its me?"

"You're the only one who actually doesn't slam doors."

"Oh."

I saw my nine year old sister slowly sit at the kitchen table, her brown eyes glancing at mine, her dark brown hair with red streaks had a small shine under the kitchen lights, and her Vulpix, Furna, huddled in her arms.

"Shamira, Furna, dinner time," I gave a small smile.

"Vul!"

"Might!"

We watched both of them eat happily and noticed Dad's Umbreon, Erebus, hasn't showed up for dinner.

"Where's Erebus?" I asked.

"Dad probably took him."

"Well, I guess he'll have to wait."

Faint tapping was heard from the kitchen window, forcing me to look up. As slowly peered over and saw a Leafeon glancing at the kitchen window.

"What is it doing there?" Ashi asked curiously.

"Probably wants some food," I told her as I grabbed a cookie from the cookie jar.

I slowly opened the window, trying my best to not startle the innocent creature, and gently placed the cookie in front of it.

"There you go little guy," I said a small smile.

"Leaf," the Leafeon purred as it licked my hand.

"Looks like she likes you," Ashi smiled.

"Yeah."

Then, the lights flickered and the house grew dark.

"Color!"

"Calm down Ashi, I'm right here," I assured. "ACK!"

"What happened?"

"I think I tripped over something."

The house flickered back on and I found myself on the floor with Shamira licking my face.

"Hey cut it out," I laughed.

"Might!"

"Are you okay Ashi?"

"Me and Furna are okay."

I peered over and spotted a big scratch on my arm.

"Huh?"

"Hey Color, the Leafeon is gone!"

I quickly got up to the window, finding the cookie still siting on the sill.

"That was weird," I muttured and then faced Ashi. "Come on, let's go to the living room to watch a movie or something."
"Okay."

As we walked out the kitchen, I could feel the Leafeon watching me.

This brings an end to the first chapter of Blossom Creek. Hope you guys enjoy what this story has to offer. Until next time

-Coloredraininlives