Another brilliant idea by the JolteonofShadow. I was just playing Black Ops: Zombies with my friends and ricocheting different ideas through my head, then I got the idea for this. This will be a reader plot suggestion story, and I want brutal honesty in ALL reviews. Anyways, ON WITH THE FIC!
In a world very different than it is today, there exists two groups; Humans and Pokemon. No one knows when, but somehow the fragile trust between the two was broken, and a war of both survival and supremacy ensued. Many die daily, and some take up arms for the cause of basic survival. Tyce is one of those warriors. Now, the bounty hunter must make his final decision; fight for his own kind, or fight for those he was trained to kill?
Running swiftly and silently through the thick brush, a trained killer was on the hunt. Tyce Ransom, a sniper trained from day one to track and kill troublesome Pokemon was on the trail of his next victim. Since the day he enlisted, it was drilled into his very being to hate everything about the creatures. Trained highly and rigorously enough to wrestle down an average Machoke, there really wasn't much Tyce couldn't handle. However, in intense "hot" zones, he quickly became confused, and was discharged when he fired upon friendly troops, killing two of them. Without a job that required a license to kill, so to speak, he rapidly became the up-and-rising town hero for his impeccable skills in the mercenaric arts. Usually called on for simple bounty missions, he didn't mind the extra green in his pocket for his labors. So, he packed his .50 Barret sniper rifle, boot knife, M9, and set out for his contract of the day: a large, hostile group of Seviper. Recently causing trouble in his small town, it was his job to seek and destroy the pestering serpents and restore peace to the farming community. Soon, a large field came into view, and he set up his rifle on its tripod, awaiting the serpents to show. He had gotten an anonymous tip they had been seen frequently in the area, and now was the perfect time to take them all down at once. Eventually, one showed its hideous face and was joined by others of its kind; Seven in total. Great. That meant he had a one shot leeway, since he had an eight shot magazine. Carefully lining his cross hairs between the Seviper's eyes, he took a slow breath in, and squeezed, feeling the gun's recoil. After taking thr shot, the others seemed scared and confused at the same time. Upon closer inspection, he found his target wasn't there. Somewhere off in the distance, Tyce heard what could only be described as ear-splitting shrieks. Thinking nothing more of it, he continued to plink off his targets until he was empty. In the aftermath, all were dead, but he still wondered what happened to his original target. So, packing up, he set out for the lower portion of the field.
After about ten minutes of weaving through the trees, he stopped when he came across a bloodstained bush. Years of hunting and trapping made him an expert in identifying different smells and even some bloods. Tyce stooped down, felt the blood between his fingers and took a quick whiff. Seviper. He was close. Tyce knew the only Pokemon brave or stupid enough to want to go head-to-head with the vicious snake were Zangoose, the Fang Snake's natural enemy. He stood back up and slowly marched forward, pistol outstretched, wary of his flanks.
Upon hearing a rustling in the bushes beside him, he quickly an instinctively spun to face whatever decided to crawl out. He thought he saw two beady eyes looking back at him, but before he could investigate further, a flash of white and red slammed into him, knocking the weapon from his hand. Keeping his wits about him, Tyce ripped the long rifle off his back and aimed it at whatever jumped him. He was shocked to realize it was a Zangoose, holding its paws in front of its face in terror. The sunlight glinting off her claws gave a small indicatior as to how her day had gone so far, let alone staring down a rifle barrel Thanks to the translator earpiece, he understood every word it said. It was smaller than most Zangoose, and it didn't take long for him to realize it was an adolescent. Not only was the Zangoose younger than most, but it had a blue streak instead of red, which meant it was shiny. Plus with the way it was guarding its face, he could see the red spatters on its fur and lower arms.
"P…please, don't hurt me! I… I won't tell the others you're here. Just let me go!" apparently she pleaded. He had no desire to kill her and desperately tried to calm the little Normal-type.
"Hey, hey! I'm not gonna hurt you. I won't. I don't have a reason, first of all." He tried placing his rifle gently onto the forest floor, but she still didn't seem any less afraid. Tyce saw her point a shaky claw at the pistol within his arm's reach, to which he pushed it further out of his reach. The Zangoose finally let her guard down a small bit enough for her to say something.
"S… so, you're not here to k… kill me or my clan?" she asked, voice still shaky.
"No. I was sent to kill a group of Sevipers supposedly around this area. Could you hopefully tell me where you might find some?" Tyce asked her, calmly as he could. She seemed to have regained some skittishness upon revealing his mission. He wasn't sure, but he could've swore he saw a tear come from her eye.
"Is something wrong?" he inquired. She let her head drop a little and continued sobbing.
"Sevipers killed my parents. Right in front of me. We Zangoose are immune to the poison, but they couldn't defend against their tails stabbing their hearts!" the Cat Ferret sobbed in between deep and heavy sniffles. To Tyce's complete surprise, the small Zangoose dashed forward and buried her head his chest, soaking it with her tears of anguish. Tyce then started rubbing her back slowly and lovingly, the way his mother would do him as a child. It seemed to work, and soon after, the deep sobs were replaced by intermittent sniffles.
She pulled of him to reveal his half soaked Army green shirt. The hunter just rolled his eyes, and went about replacing his weapons in their respective holsters and slings. He was about to continue his search when he remembered the skittish Zangoose he found. She looked up to him with hopeful eyes and he looked to the sky. It was beginning to get dark, and any sportsman knows you can't track anything in the dark.
Soon after finding a small clearing, Tyce took his pack off and removed a sleeping bag and matches. The confused Normal-wondered why he would need such things in the forest. As if having Psychic abilities, he looked to her and explained them in succession.
"For somewhere to lay down," he laid down the sleeping bag. "For the fire." He took the matches out and placed them in his front shirt pocket before wandering off to the edge of the woods and returned to her with a stack lf dry brush and small sticks in his arms. After a couple minutes of placing the brush in a pile. Tyce struck a match and instantly the dry wood flared up before settling again. The two sat in complete, agonizing silence for what seemed like hours. The silence was pierced by her small and almost inaudible voice…
Cliffhangers, cuz I know you'll all come back… As I've said at the beginning, this IS a reader suggestive story, and all ideas will be considered. In the event an idea is not submitted in a week, I will make a chapter myself. I don't want to feel like I'm just a dude sitting at a computer all day and I enjoy any and all feedback. Anyways, if you LIKED it, then PUNCH that fave button IN the face LIKE A BOSS! And I will see you all IN THE NEXT VIDEOOO!