Hello, hello! And welcome to The Plague's Chosen. This is going to be a VERY long story with lotsa chapters and a developing, already planned plot. If you do not particularly like this in fanfics, then…blah :P Read it anyway…PLEASE?!?!?!
Ahem…Anyway, this story is rated PG-13 for suggestive themes, violence and some language. I will write some more information later on, but for now this is all I'm gonna give xD Please enjoy!
Also, I'm not necessarily going to have the anime characters. The anime is all right, but I'm obsessed with the games more. However, I LOVE writing Pokémon fanfics. They're just so much fun :O So yes...MAYBE somewhere in the chapters there will be a brief mention of the anime characters, but that's it. Just warnin' ya. This is my ORIGINAL Pokémon fanfic with an ORIGINAL plot and ORIGINAL characters. Just lettin' ya know =D
The Plague's Chosen
::Prologue::
Emerald blades of grass were swaying beneath the delicate caress of the wind, driven by the invisible force that insisted it move. The trees were disarrayed in a repeating shuffle, their leaves yearning to reach the sky as they jabbed upward, defying gravity's wish. The sky was still despite its energetic shade of blue that seemed to brighten whatever gazed at it. A calm atmosphere was what caused such stillness to shroud the land, but it was immediately interrupted by four paws that carried firmly over the dirt, slicing through the grouped vegetation in effortless speed.
A scarlet blur jumped over one of the green obstacles. Her eyes were black with intensifying seriousness, the curled fur on her head only slightly moving from having fierce wind swoosh against it. The creature was fox-like with a bouncy, large tail that consisted of six long curls grouped and tightened together, the shade remaining to be just a bit darker than the fur that pressed against the rest of her body. The Pokémon darted over yet another green obstacle, catching her breath as the suspension in midair allowed a small break.
Once her paws hit the ground, the Pokémon wasted no time and continued her urgent route, the jolt of fear causing her speed to be flawless and only hindered by the land she ran upon. Her thoughts were blank despite the urgency of her emotions, which completely devoured her mind, her paws heeding to the will of survival.
The Pokémon knew only two things at the moment. One, if she didn't get far away right now, then something terrible would happen. Two, her parents had fallen at the hands of the Plague, and they did not survive.
Before her parents were killed, they had given her a valuable object, which was now clinging to her chest and causing her ribs to feel sore from having the pressure of the bizarre structure press against it. It was a red square plate that attached itself to her like armor once they had given it to her. They did not say anything of the gift. They merely said to get far away with the item and make sure no one got it.
A hum rumbled from within the Pokémon's throat as she was astonished to discover she was already at the forest's exit. Excising her fear and embracing her bravery, she jumped into the air and leapt over the edge of the forest, her exit giving her that extra burst of happiness as she realized she had escaped. She was free.
Abruptly, a tendril of darkness sliced over the little fox, its greedy hold causing her to shriek in a combination of realization and fear. She had been captured.
Her wails and struggles were countered by the darkness that had captured her and was now pulling her back into its cruel essence. Her vision blackened, replaced by the substance that engulfed her.
Darkness? No…It couldn't be…This something, the Plague, was capable of holding her and killing Pokémon…
Her closed eyes opened. The forest floor emerged before her vision, along with a human leg, lying limply beside her with the knee bending.
She gasped as she saw the human part and sat up quickly, noticing that the darkness had deceased and no longer cradled her within its bizarre structure. And then, with fascination, she peered toward her right and saw the human leg, noticing that it wasn't separated from a human. Instead, it was attached to her.
Upon seeing this, she shrieked and backed against a tree trunk, the terror of seeing an attached human part to her body causing her heart to thud rapidly in her chest. Why was it there? Had the Plague done this to her? Why did it give her a human part?
With further discovery, she realized the body she was in felt unfamiliar, like a hermit crab trapped in a new shell it did not want nor need. Devastated, she grimaced at her changed body and saw that her four-legged body had been morphed into something gruesome and feared in the wild Pokémon society.
A human. She was a human.
How? Why?
The naked girl—aside from the expanded red plate that concealed her torso—rose from the ground and ran, not caring where she went or what became of her. The long strands of red hair atop her head flew behind her, making the six curls bounce in the breeze her hurried pace had started.
[-*****-]
"Jeremy, I swear. If you don't grab one, I will." Giselle's voice had been boundlessly threatening Jeremy that day, and though you would assume someone would get tired of doing such a thing, her voice wasn't at all weakened or mangled from having talked so warningly to him time and time again. A strand of her shadowy hair parted over cerulean eyes, and she felt her cheeks flush after Jeremy flashed her a nonchalant grin, the happy-go-lucky boy she had known nearly all her life causing her to feel foolish once again.
"Gigi, you've got to be a little more patient," Jeremy's slightly deepened voice said as his fingers pecked an apple off one of the offered trays in the cafeteria. His brunette hair shimmered from the glow of the ceiling lights that filtered above him, appearing almost blond after the streaks of light clashed with his hair's texture. His eyes were dark brown and framed with long dark lashes that batted against his caramel skin every time he blinked. He felt the need to turn, realizing that Giselle was staring at the offered food hungrily, as if they were her dying wish.
After grabbing some of the offered food and laying them on her plate, she glared with little effort toward Jeremy and followed coarsely after him to their lunch table. "I told you not to call me that."
"Aw come on. It's cuter than your name," he teased, chewing his freshly bitten apple and speaking in-between bites.
Giselle wrinkled her nose at the manners Jeremy was failing to show as he chewed with his mouth opened, not caring that his lips made smacking noises every time they made contact between every bite. Her eyes slid gingerly to stare at the table, feeling her face bottle with unnecessary heat. "Whatever you say, Jerry."
"At least I always win, Tom." Jeremy paused to stick his tongue out, revealing the scattered juicy crumbs that were etched along the slimy pink muscle.
Giselle couldn't help but recoil in disgust once again and shoved a hand against his shoulder, ducking her head to hide her maroon-colored face. There was something about Jeremy that caused her face to color with red and make her hands shake uncontrollably, almost as if she was suffering from an internal earthquake. She wouldn't admit this out loud, but her thoughts often strayed toward the truth that she was starting to like him in ways she never thought possible. Yes, she's known him all her life, but just by being around his presence that long had caused her heart to slowly melt, almost as if he had been the candle, and she had been the wax. Just by seeing him or picturing his image in her mind, joy felt essential to her usually drab emotions and a light illuminated the darkness.
She cursed how cheesy she sounded before doing another playful shove against Jeremy's shoulder. "Gross. Really gross. No wonder you don't have a date for the dance."
Jeremy dropped his apple onto his tray, belched and leaned near Giselle, wrapping his arm humorously around her shoulder, obviously teasing her yet again. "You know you love me."
You have no idea, Giselle thought to herself. Her only response was to tilt her face downwards and press her lips tightly together, as if to block the words she longed to tell him.
Jeremy finished the apple and gave Giselle her personal space before standing up and stretching his arms over his head. His gaze traveled quizzically over the cafeteria, finding all of the tables to be packed except for theirs. "Hey, Gigi—"
"Jerry," she interrupted curtly, almost as if she was reminding him.
"Oh right, sorry. Giselle, we should have more people sit at the table."
"Uh, why?" She felt hurt that he would even suggest such a thing. After all, it had been just him and her for years, and he had never complained once about the arrangement. In fact, they were best friends, and this was their domain. Why should anyone intrude on it?
His hand snapped outward, gesturing to the display of crowded tables and hunched teenagers. His gesture showed that what he was referring to had been obvious. "Look at that. Our table is the only one with just two people."
"So?" She tried to sound bored, but the dwelling of pained emotions began to swell within her tone, starting to leak due to how overwhelming it was to keep hidden inside her.
"I feel like a loser," he admitted as he sat back down in his seat and held up his face with his palm.
Giselle blinked repeatedly, pondering if she could cast some shield over her eyes since they were now stinging with tears. "A loser? Do I really make you feel that way?"
Jeremy's gaze met hers in bewilderment, spotting the tears that blurred her vision and were prepared to trickle down her rosy cheeks. "No! Of course not! It's just we're left out from the others, and it doesn't feel right. Why are you crying?" His eyes widened in dread, thinking that he already knew the answer. "Wait, are you having women hormones or something?"
Giselle was compelled with anger at his words, but she couldn't help but laugh at how terrified he looked. Were men really that afraid of women hormones and PMSing?
Jeremy softened, but his russet eyes seemed to reflect that simplicity that warmed Giselle's heart. Giselle's anger seemed to evaporate once seeing it, and she felt the whole room become lighter, as if the air had been lifted or removed entirely.
This is it. I've got to tell him, she thought to herself as she felt the blood rush violently through her veins, almost as if her body was a racetrack.
Her pulse pounded vigorously in her ears. Sweat coated her pasty complexion, making her face feel unbearably wet even though only a few drops had formed. She cleared her throat, cleansing the words that were about to come out.
She looked up and smiled a light, carefree smile, feeling her hands go numb and her legs crash from what she was about to tell him. "Jeremy, I—"
"YEAH, BABY! AW, HELL YEAH!" An obnoxious, gruff tone tore through what Giselle was about to say, and the male population of the cafeteria whistled almost rhythmically as they all darted to the windows to look at some sort of display that was outside.
Giselle's opened mouth released nothing but a puff of air, and she swung her head around to study the group of boys who continued to whistle and make loud noises by the squared windows. She was about to speak to Jeremy once again when she saw him dart past her and sprint immediately toward the windows to see what sort of ruckus occurred. She found herself wandering after him once seeing he was no longer situated beside her and peered over his shoulder.
"Jeremy, what is it? What are they looking at?" she asked hoarsely, the anxiety from earlier causing her voice to sound damaged.
"I don't know…" Jeremy shoved some of the boys aside, which formed a space big enough for the two to occupy. They entered hurriedly so that their spots weren't given away and peered through the window, stunned at what they saw.
A girl—about as old as them—stood on the cement wearing nothing but a red plate that covered just her torso. Her ruby hair was long and extended down her back, ending in six curls that looked as if they'd been tied together. Her eyes were drizzled with confusion, but aside from the emotion that bound them, the black shade of her iris seemed to blend and hide her pupil, looking like the bottomless pits of a canyon. She was exceptionally beautiful and dazzling, but the fact she was wearing no clothes caused Giselle to immediately shield her eyes, and Jeremy's as well.
"Who is she?" Giselle asked, closing her eyes tightly just as someone teasingly—one of the boys apparently—removed her hand from her eyes.
"Don't know, but she's hot," Jeremy stated, pushing Giselle's hand out of his eyes.
Giselle wasn't just disappointed in hearing him say that; she was also deeply upset. As usual, he was oblivious to her feelings for him, but that was expected since he didn't even know about them. In the end, this was her fault.
Jeremy watched the girl that stood upon the cement, his eyes examining her face rather than the other features that the other guys were checking out. There was something noticeably different about her, and it seemed like he had seen her somewhere before. He could not deny the familiarity she emanated or the beauty that caused her face to glow, but he could see she was different from other girls. In a way, she reminded him of a Pokémon…yes, a Pokémon. Her hair was similar to a Vulpix's, and even her eyes were big and innocent like a Vulpix's.
Jeremy stood, silently pointing out the similarities to a Vulpix while Giselle watched him, fuming broodingly and yearning to yank Jeremy away from the sight. How could anyone stand looking at this? It was like public porn!
This is ridiculous, Giselle thought, just as one of the teachers began to separate the group with firm hands and a shrill voice.
The girl galloped out of view as the group tore apart, and the boys in the cluster drearily walked back to their tables as they noted her disappearance. Giselle and Jeremy walked back to their table together, their footsteps being the only thing to interrupt the tense silence that coasted between the two. Jeremy's thoughts broadened as he listed a Vulpix's features, and Giselle was too busy trying to hold back her tears to tug him away from his thoughts.
She took one last glance out the window and squinted, spotting a haze of black in the distance. She automatically calculated it as smoke and returned to dreading the rest of the day, her eyes shimmery with fresh tears. She couldn't help but form an envious hate for the girl she had seen through the window even though she didn't know her. It seemed like Jeremy liked her; it seemed like all the guys liked her.
She sunk into her sorrowful, envious thoughts, ashamed of her feelings for Jeremy. She thought this one of the worst days of her life, but little did she know there was more to come.
END PROLOGUE.
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Reviews? Thoughts? Opinions? Comments? Suggestions? I accept all x3 Also, I realize that this must've been boring, but I promise it will get better. Also, yes the description was bad. Feel free to point out any mistakes because I know there are some of those as well. Also, their age and whereabouts will be answered in the next chapter. Also (I'm saying that a lot xP), I promise there will be more information and Pokémon in future chapters. This is, after all, a Pokémon fanfic xD Hope you enjoyed!
Claimer: Giselle, Jeremy, the Vulpix human girl, etc.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKéMON OR ANYTHING AFFILIATED WITH IT. THIS IS JUST A STORY I'M WRITING. NOTHING MORE.
