This story starts out in the point of view of a small Eevee kit.
Thank you all for reading, please review, It'd help me out a lot. xP

Also, huge thanks to tracefan, who pretty much saved my ass by checking this over for me.

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The wind howled on me while I cowered in the darkness of an ancient tree. I was in a small ball using my soft fur as a shield from the icy blasts of wind. I was desperately calling for my parents; my shrill cries were enough to waken even the heaviest of sleepers. There was a thick fog out, but thankfully I only needed my ears to find my parents. I was a small Eevee kit, just barely old enough to be away from my mother for longer than a few hours. My fur was light brown and very thick. I've got to thank my fur; I wouldn't be alive right now without it. I had fairly small legs, since I'm a kit, but I still manage to run quite fast. I have a very unusual eye color for my species, many people that we lived with in our clearing would comment on my sapphire eyes. Although most kids picked on me for them, I loved my eyes more than anything else. They made me unique.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of twigs breaking, and I ran excitedly toward the source of the noise, hoping it was my loving parents. Dreaming of the wonderful food my mom and dad would have hunted while away kept me driving towards the noise, despite the icy wind blasting at my already red face.

"Mommy! Daddy!" I screamed in delight.

I looked up but what I saw was not what I expected: Two men in dark clothes were towering above me, looking down at me while smirking and talking to each other in dark voices.

"Hehe, look what we have here, Zack," the first man gleefully said.

"A cute little Eevee kit. We can sell this little guy for a lot of money," Zack said with an evil glimmer in his eye.

I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but he knew it wasn't good. I bounded between the man called Zack's legs and quickly ran away from the ominous men.

"Get it before it gets away, Peter!" yelled Zack, pointing at me. "I'm trying, I'm trying!" screamed Peter pulling out a black object and pointing it at the Eevee kit. He didn't hesitate to fire 3 rounds at me, one narrowly missing the back of my head.

I stopped dead in my tracks, for standing before me was a large Pokemon. It was jet black in color, with shiny golden rings all over his body. When I looked up, I also noticed its enormous ears; a pair that must have been capable of hearing miles away. The muscle in one of his legs was nearly twice as big as I was,

and he had the most menacing teeth I had ever seen. This Pokemon could easily break every bone in my body effortlessly. But his most amazing feature was his piercing amethyst eyes. It was as if the Pokemon was looking right through you and peering into your soul.

"Hey, watch where you're going, kid," said the dark Pokemon, obviously annoyed.

"M-Mister! Pl-please!" I sobbed, latching onto the Pokemon's leg.

"Kid, calm down. You want an autograph or something?" questioned the Pokemon, quite confused.

"N-no, there are bad men following me," I took a few deep breaths, "Please help me mister!"

The Pokemon looked up slowly, and his enormous ears twitched, as if he was seeing with his ears instead of his eyes.

"Ah, I see," the Pokemon looked up with a fierce look in his eyes, "get behind me."

A few seconds later, the silhouette of two men bursted through the thick fog. They approached slowly, the fear in their eyes was visible, as they thought there were just chasing me. This made me growl softly, thankfully not enough for anyone to hear, and the Pokemon smirked as I crouched behind one of his monstrous legs. Peter's hands were shaking so bad it was like there was an earthquake going on inside his body.

"So I hear you like to pick on little kids..." the dark Pokemon sounded menacing, slowly making eye contact.

"Wh-what are y-you?" stammered Zack, sweat pouring down his face, his body shaking.

"How do you speak?! You're just a stupid Pokemon!" yelled Peter, not realizing what he said until a few seconds after.

"I'm a stupid Pokemon? Hmm... I thought you might be Rockets," the Pokemon said looking at the red R on their shirts, "weak cowards who go after the young and defenseless...yeah, sounds about right." I looked up at the word "Rockets", not sure what the Pokemon was talking about.

"We'll get you for that!" yelled Zack who was now trying to stay conscious more than anything.

"Get the Umbreon, Zack!" bellowed Peter who yet again didn't realize what he was saying out loud.

"All right, let's do this then," the Umbreon chuckled, "not gonna wet yourself are ya?" gesturing to the sweating rocket grunt. Peter, who had already had his dark black object out, aimed for the Umbreon. The Umbreon dashed forward with great speed knocking the gun out of Peter's hands with one paw. Peter took a step back and kicked at the Umbreon. The Umbreon ducked and opened it his mouth forming a large ball of dark energy. He smirked and sent it hurling at Peter who jumped out of the away just in time to be greeted by a claw in the face.

"You'll pay for that, you stupid bastard!" screamed Peter, holding his face in agony. The Umbreon glared at him ferociously, and charged up another large orb. The orb was shot at too close of a range to dodge and made contact with Peter's shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground, obviously in immense pain. The air around him smelt like burnt flesh, and I was fighting the urge to vomit. I just stared at the now stationary Umbreon, who was now casting his gaze at Zack. I winced when I saw Zack's fear, but somehow it made me happy. As though it was me that was about to nearly kill him, and not the Umbreon. I grinned at the thought, but shook it off quickly.

"St-stay back! Don't make me hurt you!" Zack panted, trying to back away from the Umbreon.

"Zack, Zack, just accept it, you've lost." the Umbreon smirked and sent an extremely powerful orb of energy into Zack's gut, knocking him unconscious, or maybe killing him. I don't know; I was too scared to look.

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