Ch. 1 When Things were normal...

(Hey guys, I wanted to post this on New Years but I never got the chance to. Instead, I'll post it today. If you came from the story My Unwanted Life, I hope this first chapter gives you a sense of nostalgia. If your new, then I recommend reading the first story MY Unwanted Life or MUL for short. I hope you all had a great Christmas and love you all.)

{Nick's point of view}

One question I've always asked my brother... is this... Why? Why do pokemon want to kill us? Why do they hurt us? My brother never answered me though. He never spoke to me. Not once. He just looked past me and did what needed to be done. I guess that's why he's the leader of our camp. Our region's government collapsed 14 years ago. After that, it was pure chaos. The pokemon destroyed and enslaved most of us. In our region, there were only about 6 human encampments left. Each with less than 200 humans in them of various age. For our small military, we force everyone that turns thirteen into service. From ages 5-12, we are taught the basics on how to read, write and think. Other than that, we don't know squat. After three years of military service, we're allowed to either leave and become a normal citizen or continue our military career. Our camps try their best to uphold the old days by using pre-virus coins as currency. In my opinion, it's a waste of time. How can we still care about money when there's less than 1500 humans in our entire region? ...well... that we know of. We don't know how many are being kept prisoner currently. Human camps are created by establishing an area. We create a large square wall that will surround the entire camp and build guard posts along the wall. By doing that, we can see and alert the camp of possible raids or other dangers. The walls and guard towers are made from crumpled stone and strap metal we found in the abandoned cities. From time to time, new soldiers are sent out to gather supplies from these cities. Normally, about 90 percent come back but recently... they haven't been so successful. For the last 6 times they were sent out, only about 35 percent of them came back. The reason this worries me... I... I'm turning thirteen today... I'm going into the military because I have to... I'm going into it and I know I may die. I'm terrified. I tried to ask my brother for a pass but he ignored me... he ignored me like he always does. Every since our parents died... he became distant... hollow. He never showed any expression to anything. Every time I saw him, he'd always just stare off into the distance as he did anything. The only time I ever saw emotion was when I stole his pistol to see what it did. When he found out, boy was I beaten to a pulp. He didn't even seem mad at me by the fury he showed. He was mad at someone else and just used the situation to release some pent up frustration. When he was done, he dragged me to the medical tent to patch me up. After that, I respected my brother and stayed a fair amount of distance from him. Though... I always wondered about him. What made him like this? What happened that specifically made him so cold and emotionless? He's only 5 years older than me so it could have been the deaths of our parents. The only problem with that theory is that other people have suffered this same tragedy and still don't end up so empty. So what was it?

-189 years after the virus died off-

I woke up to the sun shining on my face. Clouds hovered with the light blue sky as a gentle breeze waved my hair a bit. I quickly sat up and stretched with a yawn. I looked down at the sleeping bag I used as a bed. In our camp, we don't have any buildings to sleep inside of. The only things we can sleep inside of, are tents we set up but there's only so many. I choose to sleep away from everyone. I like my privacy. As I got up, I noticed more tents being put up with several kids around my age being over there. The sleeping bags are made from leftover cotton and cloth that we find in the cities. As I got up, I decided to examine myself. I was about 5 feet with short black hair. My nose and forehead were quite small. My thin lips with a bit rough but that's normal. My eyes were a deep greenish hazel. I wore old ragged clothing with multiple cuts and holes. For my shirt, I wore a red t-shirt with a large cut on the back. To keep my back from being exposed, I have to wear a white muscle shirt under it. For my bottoms, I wore green shorts with my left leg's right side being cut up it's middle. It's cut stops just under my boxers line. As for shoes, I wore dull orange sneakers with black soles. The camp itself was about 1/2 a mile by 3/8 of a mile. If we had a map, I could show you the north gate and how east of it, near the top right corner, is where we grow our crops. Just south of that is where the tents are for civilians, and medical personnel. Near the west gate is where the military personnel go. The military takes up about half the camp for training, sleeping areas, war rooms, and our leader's quarters. I was walking towards one of the tents when one of our military personnel, a kid that was probably only 14, approached me.

"It's time Nick. Your brother needs you to come to his quarters." The kid told me.

I sighed, "Yeah... I know."

He led me towards the military side of our camp. As we walked, I noticed how many of our soldiers were injured. Some were just laying on their beds, screaming of nightmares. Some soldiers were missing entire limbs. I shuddered at the thought of losing one of my own limbs. I'm a bit accustomed to having them so you can't blame me right? The kid soldier stepped aside as we approached my brother's tent. It was a large tent, easily big enough to hold a small family comfortably. Inside, I could hear arguing. The inside had a long table with a map on it. Several areas on this map had either X's or O's. I noticed our region looked like a turtle with a curled scorpion tail. A large red square was drawn where our camp supposedly laid. It was to the north, near where the head of the turtle was. An O was located close to our camp but without any indication of what the X's and O's mean. There's no way to tell if it's a good or a bad thing. My brother and lieutenant were in front of the map arguing.

"Sir, we can't just..." My brother's lieutenant stopped speaking as I entered.

The lieutenant was about 6 foot 1 in height with light brown skin. He wore leather strapped armor with pieces of metal glued on his shoulders and back. For his legs, he wore leather strapped shorts with a mini quiver on each leg. A longbow was across his back with a large quiver. In each of the mini quivers, were 10 feathered arrows and in the main quiver, was about 60 arrows. On his hands were black gloves with a pocket on the back of them that 's used to hold a dagger. On his feet were large worn out boots with a cream color. I had to admit, he looked rather badass. He must enjoy this appearance because it definitely should increase moral.

My brother looked at me, "So you are alive." My brother said to me.

My brother on the other hand was about 6 foot 7 in height with slightly tanned skin. He wore a flak jacket underneath his brown t-shirt with a camouflage jacket over it. On my brother's back, was a sniper rifle with a bit of rust on the edges. It must be very old, probably the last of its kind in our region. On his legs were leather strapped pants with four pockets sporting a pistol in each one. For his feet, he wore boots as well but on the soles of them, they were reinforced with sharp metal spikes for curb stomping.

"If that was a joke, then that was really out of character for you brother." I replied.

"Yes. Yes, I suppose it is. Well, you know what today is." My brother said aloud.

"Yes, I'm thirteen now and because of our customs, I am forced to join the military." I told him.

"Forced? You should be honored! We risk our lives for the good of our camp and our people!" The lieutenant yelled.

My brother raised a hand to silence him, "Ease your anger. My brother is very ignorant to this world and our cause. He was only taught how to survive and nothing more. Yelling at him for ignorance gains us nothing. It is easy for him to see our law as a way to force our numbers to be greater than it should be." My brother told his lieutenant.

"Charles, What happens now?" I asked.

"Your to go to the West Gate. You'll find Corporal Kyles there. He'll be leading you and several other recruits into the wild. Your objective is to scout the area and find a supply squad that's gone missing. Notice I said find, not help. This is recon. You'll report back to us and we'll decide what to do afterward." My brother told me.

I nodded towards him and turned to leave. I was hoping my brother was going to wish me luck but instead I get this. I heard something click so I turned around. Charles threw a pistol at me and I almost didn't catch it. I stared at the pistol and looked at my brother to see him make a small smile towards me. I smiled back and placed the pistol in my pocket before leaving his tent. The argument instantly restarted the second I left and, as much as I wanted to, I didn't listen to it. I headed towards the west gate and notice 5 other soldiers around the same age as me gathered there. Two were long haired girls, one with brown hair, the other with blonde. Three boys, two with red hair, one short, one long and curly while the other had brown hair. Then there was the Corporal. She was about 5 feet tall with the right side of her head shaved. The left side of her hair, draped across the shaved side to make it slightly less noticeable with it dyed black with blue. One large strand of blue hair covered her right eye from view. She wore a tight black tank top with a broken red heart on it. On the back it said love bites. On her arms, were countless amounts of tattoos. They were either skulls, fire, weapons, or crosses. On the back of her left hand was a rather realistic skull. For bottoms, she wore a blue skirt with black shorts underneath. She had purple sneakers on and man did she look pissed.

"Did it really take you this long to get here?" She demanded.

"Uh... yeah?" I asked.

She came over and kicked me square in the nuts. I instantly gasped and fell to my knees, holding my privates in pain. She proceeded to kick me until I was begging for her to stop. She kicked my left one as I tried to look at her. It was bruised pretty badly and I didn't even know what I did wrong.

She straightened herself out, "Next time, be here on time. Get the fuck up and start moving with the others. ...Or else I'll just shoot you here and we'll go on anyways." She threatened.

"Corporal, don't you think that was a bit excessive?" another private asked.

"Are you questioning my actions private?" she demanded.

I opened my good eye to see the other privates turn away from me, "No ma'am." he answered.

Corporal Kyles walked over to the gate as another Private helped me up. My left eye was badly bruised from her kick so I kept it closed. We lined up into two rows with me being in the back of right row. I just started today, should we be training or something? How is sending a brand new recruit to a city with a possibility of meeting pokemon, a good idea?

"Alright privates. We're going on recon to find a missing squad of soldiers. Note that I said recon. For those of you that don't know, recon means this. No fighting and no interactions of any kind. If we find them, we're not to help them. We only report their location and that's all. Anyone that tries to help them is on their own and will suffer severe consequences. You all have some form of protection right? Be it a gun or a blade. We only use force if we absolutely have to." Corporal Kyles told us.

A private raised his hand and she nodded towards him to allow him to speak, "What if we find supplies like ammo or food?" He asked.

"That's a good question. If you find anything on this mission, you can pick it up only if it's safe. If you see anything out in the open, leave it. It's obviously a trap." Corporal Kyles answered.

I wanted to ask a question but decided not to thanks to the wounds she gave me. With no one else asking a question, she decided on us moving out to commence our operation. We followed her in our rows and I admit it was hard. Using only one eye limited my vision a lot more than I expected. Not to mention my spirits were in the shitter right now. That bitch kicking my ass for literally no reason just... it's fucked up. Do they treat every new recruit like this? If so, I'm going to change that. It should be allowed at all. The forest that surrounds our camp was supposed called Eternal Autumn Forest. The leaves on these trees reflect Autumn all year round. It's also supposed to be the best place on the planet to grow Leppa berries. In our camp, Leppa berries are used for breakfast and medicinal purposes. For humans, it can disinfect wounds to support healthy recoveries. As we traveled, I spotted a few and decided to eat one. It wasn't ripe though, so I spat it out and left the others alone. After ten minutes of walking, Corporal Kyles started trudging through the bushes instead of walking. We all copied her to help keep us as silent as possible. Occasionally we'd step on a leaf or twig but other than that, nothing too loud. As we walked, I started to notice a strange buzzing sound in my head. Like something was in it. Then, I heard something. I didn't say anything because that'd draw more attention than to think it was nothing. It could have been a wild pokemon that just lives in the trees or something. Then, our Corporal was gone. We all started looking around until one of our recruits, a girl with brown hair, was hit with a shadow ball. She was thrown into a tree with a large hole in her stomach. Everyone else started shooting as I foolishly checked to see if she was somehow alive. She obviously was not. With a wound like that, how could she be? I looked back at the other privates to see the other girl abandon us. Where was Corporal Kyles? That bitch should be here helping us! I pulled out my gun and tried to shoot but the gun didn't shoot. On it's first shot, the gun jammed up and the ammo clip fell out. I felt horror sink in as I looked at the gun. Jammed without even firing the first shot? Is that even possible? The other private's screams snapped my attention back to them. One was picked up and pinned against a tree with Psychic. Slowly, his arm was bent back towards the tree until a sickening snap was heard, followed my a scream. His elbow was snapped and the private was bawling his eyes out. The other two were holding their heads and screaming just as loud. A sound startled me as a Gardevoir came into view. She smiled at me and I threw my jammed gun at her before trying to run. I felt something grab my leg and completely flip me. I was then suspended by my leg in the air. The Gardevoir twirled the jammed pistol was a small smile at me.

"Uh... you gotta give me points for trying? heh?" I laughed nervouslessly.

The Gardevoir just shook her head with a chuckle. The private who's elbow was snapped, had his leg get smashed with a rock. I didn't want to watch but I couldn't stop myself. They were torturing him. I don't know why but I noticed another Gardevoir with a limp. Did he hit one in the leg? They kept snapping his limbs until both his arms and legs were broken as well as his left hand. The Gardevoir that had me suspended, threw aside the handgun and made me look at her. Suddenly, I fell asleep.

-Few Hours Later-

I woke up with a loud gasp for oxygen followed by a few coughs. I desperately felt my body to see if I was harmed in any way. It all checked out and then I looked around. As far as I could tell, I was trapped in a cage made of stone. The bars were made of wood that extended down and across to make 4 inch by 4 inch squares. I peered through these squares to see we were trapped in the middle of a pokemon camp. It was almost like my camp except there were actual homes as well as tents. Our cage was under a tent due to the roof of the tent being visible. Kirlia and Ralts were running by, playing tag and other games. A Gallade was guarding our cage and punched the bars to get me back. He glared at me and I just swallowed as a response. I looked around the cage and noticed the other three male privates were in here as well. Then, there was one other guy who looked like he was seventeen and sat in a corner.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter. We won't know each other for much longer." he replied.

"Jeez, kind of antisocial?" I asked.

"No, I like to think of myself as realistic. What will knowing my name accomplish? Nothing, that's what. I'm just going to leave soon." He shrugged.

"What do you mean? Where are we?" I asked.

"This is Gardevoir camp A. With the way things are, there are multiple Gardevoir camps. Right now, pokemon are in a civil war for dominance. Gardevoirs are winning currently. They have the largest amount of fighters as well as camps. The Lucarblazes are second. Lucarblazes are Lucario/Blaziken camps. They started working together recently. They're small female ratio makes it hard for them to reproduce just as quickly. Then there's the other groups but they're not important." He told me.

"What do you think they'll do to us?" I asked.

"Think? Dumbass... I know what they'll do to us. They're going to either sell us or keep us. Don't know how they got you but your the first human, other than me, here in weeks." The guy commented.

I looked down, "Humans are so rare nowadays..." I muttered.

The guy shrugged, "Who cares about that? There are other regions so we can't be extinct yet." He told me.

"Well... what's the jist of..." I began to ask.

The gallade punched the gate, "Shut the fuck up in there!" The Gallade yelled.

The guy laughed, "Well, here's what will happen. If your sold, the pokemon bring you to another camp. There they sell you to Gardevoir as a mate or pet. If your kept here, it's basically the same thing. In the end, your going to be a bitch to one of them. My advise, just let it happen. Fighting isn't going to solve anything. It'll only make things worse for you. Trust me." He told me.

"So I'm supposed to just bow at their feet?" I asked.

"Yep, it's either that or be brainwashed. Which would you rather have control over your body or watch yourself get fucked for hours with no control over it?"

(That's the end but just know this. After this chapter, things get completely crazy. None of you will be able to remotely guess what will happen in this crazy ass world that only gets crazier as it becomes more and more unstable. Please Favorite, Alert, or Review to support the story.)