Pokémon: Vengeance
Hale City
"Attention all citizens! Attention all citizens!" came a voice over all the radios and TVs in the city. Thousands stopped to listen to the strange voice.
On the TVs, a man in a black, green, and white uniform appeared. He looked middle-aged, with calculating dark eyes and violet hair that was beginning to gray at the temples.
"I am Schwall, leader of Team Vitium. We have taken down your champion and your elite four." An video clip of the Champion's match played, showing Team Vitium members beating the champion into a bruised and bloody pulp with their Pokémon before taking his Pokémon. "No one shall oppose us. We have conquered this region as our own. All who try to fight back will see a similar fate."
No one knew how to react to the news. Some did try to fight against Team Vitium, but came home with missing limbs and scars. Others tried to appease their new rulers. But almost everyone hoped that someone, anyone, would save them.
Drizzle Town
A man in a ragged jacket stumbled into the Pokémon center, soaked to the bone. Drizzle Town was named such for a reason, and that reason being it's near constant rain fall. He was covered in scratches and bruises, and his blue bangs were caked to his forehead.
Nurse Joy smiled at the newcomer, though concerned about his injuries. "Welcome to the Drizzle Town Pokémon Center! How may I help you?"
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a single, dusty, and scratched Pokéball. "Please...," he said softly, his voice raspy. "Heal my Amicus..."
She nodded to him, taking his Pokéball and opening it. What came out was a Sylveon in the absolute worst condition she had ever seen. It's leg had been bitten off and mangled, and it had cuts everywhere. "Oh... oh my Arceus... Chansey! Audino! Get the surgery table ready!"
Said Pokémon quickly got to work, preparing a table and the tools needed.
The man watched his Pokémon go down the hall in grief. "I'm so sorry, Amicus... I'm so, so sorry..."
He sat down into a chair, holding his head in his hands as he waited for his Pokémon.
After several pain-painstakingly long hours, Nurse Joy came back out.
The man was immediately on his feet. "Amicus. Is he okay? Did he-"
"Calm down," she said softly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "Your Sylveon is doing just fine. I admit, he'll never be at one hundred percent again, but he's alive and healthy."
He sat back down , running his calloused fingers through his blond hair. "This is all my fault..."
"Hey, now..." She sat down next to him, holding his free hand. He palms were a bit sweaty for anxiety, but she said nothing about it. "There is no way this could have been your fault, Mr... I'm sorry, I forgot to ask your name. How rude of me." She chuckled in embarrassment.
The trainer smiled slightly at that, looking over at her with grey eyes. "It's Fairchild. Prosper Fairchild."