Prologue: A Friend in the Dark
While shrouded in the Darkness of night, the city of San Francisco was as lively as it was at daytime, perhaps even more so, filled to the brink with sleepless people, eager to explore the night clubs and shops that still were open for business.
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The alley was one of millions in San Francisco, yet this was one of the few that wasn't used by the Drug addict, homeless or local Murderers, in fact, it seemed almost completely abandoned, save for the people that occasionally walked by.
But it wasn't completely abandoned…
Out from under a pile of trash, a small little creature crawled, seeking some company from its friends, yet, none of its friends were around, for this was far from the place she knew.
The little creature was brown, with what looked like a furry cream colored Collar, a bushy tail, also with a cream colored tip, as well as brown rabbit ears sticking out of its head.
It looked around, trying to find someone it recognized, a friend, a family member, or at least someone it trusted, yet the people that it saw didn't seem nice, at all…
"Ged bag ere ya li'il Brad!" a man shouted, obviously drunk out of his mind, immediately frightening the poor creature.
An empty beer bottle flew by at the outside of the alley, smacking into the right wall, and shattering into a million pieces, making the Creature jump back at the sudden noise.
A young boy ran by, barely ten years old, immediately running into the alley and hiding behind the left wall, effectively dodging his pursuer, an older man, around forty years by the looks of it, as well as very drunk, judging by the empty beer bottle in his right hand.
The Child was black haired, as seen by the lights of the occasional car that drove by, his green eyes, filled with both sadness and anger, yet a little amusement at how today's escape went.
The little creature got a better look at the kid, as many others he was using blue pants, as well as a black T-shirt, and wearing a small green backpack, indicating that he either was running from home, or had been running from the drunk from before he came home.
"Holy crap that shit of a father can run when intoxicated…" he calmly whispered to himself, hoping that his father would not hear him, giving a relaxed sigh when he no longer saw his father.
The little creature backed away, yet bumped into one of the empty cans, catching the attention of the kid.
The child looked at the brown eyed creature, obviously noticing the little creature's fear of him, yet he merely smiled.
"Hi there…" he said in a friendly tone, although the creature didn't seem to buy it, seeming ready to either attack, or run for his life.
"I'm Trent Olson" he said, still holding his ground, neither moving back nor forth towards the creature.
Trent noticed something about the little creature; it didn't seem to have eaten for some time, and it looked fairly weak, despite its hard acting.
Trent brought up his backpack, digging through it to find something for the little creature to eat, however the creature seemed to think that he was going to harm it, seeing as it was starting to back away faster...
Soon Trent found what he was looking for; a fresh, healthy red apple, bringing it up for the little creature to see.
The creature stopped, looking to the fresh fruit in the boy's palm, starting to near it, although he stopped at around three feet away from him, still scared of what the boy could do to him.
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Trent smiled, placing the apple on the ground, then carefully walked to the right wall, sitting down to make it look less intimidating.
The creature was unsure of Trent's intentions; was he trying to be friendly, or was this a trick…
He decided to take the risk; slowly nearing the fresh piece of fruit that the boy had set out to him, carefully sniffing it, then took a little bite of it.
"Eevee"
It tasted good, very good as a matter of fact; it had been the first piece of food that Eevee had gotten in a while, yet this…
Eevee took another bite, chewing it very carefully to get all the taste out, saving every bite of the delicious meal he had just received.
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Trent could not help but chuckle a little at the view, the little creature; an Eevee apparently, was almost ready to cry over the apple Trent had given him, the only thing stopping him being that it would have to stop eating.
Yet Trent knew he could not stay for long, for either his father would find him soon, or the drunk head would realize that he could just go home and wait for Trent there, although Trent often beat him to the chase, he could never know when his dad would give up and go home…
Deciding that it would be smarter to go home now, Trent hauled his backpack over his shoulder as he got up, preparing to leave the little Eevee to its own little… whatever it liked to do in this back alley.
"Vee?"
He looked to the little Eevee, it had apparently finished the apple already, and was for some reason looking at Trent with pleading eyes.
"Hmm?"
He looked at it, it didn't look that hungry any more, it looked starved from the lack of food, yet filled with energy from the apple…
"Sorry, that was the only thing I had from my lunch, and dinner..." he mumbled the last part, yet it didn't seem to be what the Eevee wanted.
It jumped to him, barely giving Trent the time to catch it in his arms, dropping the backpack as he did.
Trent looked at the Eevee, still with those pleading eyes, and then Trent understood…
"You wanna come with?" Trent asked, needing to make sure if he had completely understood.
Eevee nodded…
"That isn't very smart…" he said, preparing to explain while he put Eevee down on the ground
"My dad's a really, really mean drunk, and he drinks a Lot. If he found you, he would probably use you as a punching bag, or a piñata depending on how loaded he is…"
The Eevee shuddered at the thought, but continued to plead with his eyes, until Trent could no longer resist.
"Double Crap" Trent said, trying a little more to resist those endearing eyes, until finally "Oh okay… But we will have to hide you from him so it doesn't come to that" Eevee nodded, jumping into Trents open backpack, allowing him to close it, before he gently put it back on his back…
"Dere ya are, ya li'il Brad!"
Ah Shitload…
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Author's Notes:
as you can clearly see, I decided to make it so that this Earth never invented the pokemon game, making the main Characters, aka; Trent, completely oblivious to Eevee's race, potential and power. You will later learn just how bad Trent had it with his father, as I have plans to make it quite important as the story progresses.