Okay, this is my first fic. I started reading these about a month ago, and loved them so much I wanted to contribute. Please read this and tell me if I'm doing something wrong, for this isnt my strong point. I've imagined this story for years but never had an outlet. Please review, and I guess I will say I dont own pokemon, only the characters in here. Thanks!
By the way, thoughts are in italics. In case that wasnt obvious.
Walking down the forest path, he cradled his damaged stomach in his left hand, stumbling forward with his right hand out. His blood seeped through his clutched paw, painting the forest path red. He was lifted off his feet and slammed into a nearby tree by an invisible force, and cried out not in pain, but in fear, for he knew his time was short. Standing up on his shaky feet, he was boxed in by the creature which had thrown him. His foe, a large, white and purple abomination created by team rocket for the sole purpose of destruction, stared angrily into lucario's eyes. Its name was Mewtwo, and it was angry.
He took a few steps back, hoping to outlast Mewtwo's anger, but he would not be so lucky. He was yet again thrown against a tree, which shattered upon his impact. The impact sent blood flying from his mouth, and he struggled to breathe with his stunned diaphragm. He coughed multiple times, violently, and in an instant, he was being held against yet another tree by the neck by Mewtwo's mutated fingers. He grabbed at Mewtwo's scrawny arms, unable to pry them away from his neck. How are his arms so strong?
"I've been waiting to wring your neck for ages, lucario, and you have finally given me a reason." Mewtwo began. "Mewtwo, I swear, I didn't help them! I hate them as much as you do!" Lucario sputtered, unable to raise his voice above a coarse whisper with his throat being held shut by a three fingered hand.
"If you didnt, who did? They have her now and have used her to create a clone more powerful than even I. Speak your last words now, lucario, for your end is nigh."
"I have nothing to say to you." Lucario gasped, now beginning to lose conciousness due to blood loss as well as being unable to breathe. Mewtwo sent him through the tree, a sturdy oak which had been a part of this forest for ten years. He landed ten feet behind the oak, and the darkness engulfed him, dulling his senses and sending him into a dreamless sleep.