National Suicide Hotline Number: 1-800-784-2433. Call if you ever need help
AN : A warning in advance, for Angela, I chose the pokemon most often submitted (although number of submissions wasn't why I chose that one). I'll explain my reasons at the end of the chapter. I don't except flames (flaming makes you an idiot).
II : No Life
Living through your own death is the most disturbing experience ever. Being buried alive might be a close second, but being dead, and coming back into a new body, now that's a real bitch.
Let me first say, the transition from death to life, didn't affect my mind in any way. I was still the exact same Angela in mind, except now very grateful for life. But my body was now that of a small pokemon, and since I had just been born, it didn't quit work right.
Being born makes you feel sick. Lights glare to much, sounds are harsh on your, brand new, way to big ears. You can't move any of your limbs, because they're heavy and feel like their made of cement. Your tail hangs limp, and you wonder, what the hell am I ever going to do with this thing? Most of all though, your hungry and thirsty at the same time, and your jaw is to limp to do a thing.
Luckily, Michael knew to do something about this. As soon as he finished wiping all of the embryo goo off of me, I felt him moving me towards where I remembered his kitchen was. Michael's body vibrates with each step he takes. I had to clench my eyes shut, the light burned the very core of my brain.
We stop moving, and I hear the sound of a fridge door open. Cold air rushes across my exposed face and fur. "It's alright little girl" Michael whispers in a soothing voice, "I've got something for you".
Slowly, Michael fitted something like a rubber nub into my mouth. Acting on instinct, I sucked on it. Instantly, milk filled my mouth, and I hungrily gulped it down. It's a baby bottle I thought to my self. He's got me nursing on a baby bottle, and I can't stop either.
I don't know how long we stood there, me nursing, nestled in Michael's arms. Time has no meaning when you're a pokemon. It seemed like hours had passed, before he took away the bottle. "Feel better?"
"Vee" I said happily. As soon as the syllable was out of my mouth, my eyes bulged open. Oh shit
I had never thought about two things. What I was, or that I would no longer be able to talk. I had just assumed I would be able to speak, which in hindsight didn't make sense. I was a pokemon now, I had to talk like one as well. I could deal with the speech problem later, first I needed to figure out what I was.
My field of vision was obscured by a small black nose, on the end of a short brown muzzle. Oh fuck, no. I strained my eyes down, to see a ring of cream colored fur, around my neck. I was an Eevee.
Now, I reacted immediately, and while Michael heard me yell in pokespeek, what I was actually saying was "Mew, you fucking son of a bitch. I'm going to strangle you with your tail, the rip off your ears and wear them as jewelry"
"Is something the matter?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, something's the matter" I growled. Eevee are cute, but they're not much beyond that. Eevee's stats are very, very weak. Eevee doesn't have the worlds widest array of attacks. It is normal type, which is a good thing since it only has one weakness, but there are plenty of better normal type. It wasn't unique, aside from its evolutions and the fact it wasn't found in Hoenn. Until it evolved, it was extremely weak. I mean, Eevee's ability is Run Away, for crying out loud.
"You know something I just realized?" Michael asked. He walked out of the kitchen, his feet sending shockwaves through me. We came into his living room, I noticed it was almost Spartan clean. Their was a large, wooden, cushioned rocking chair facing the TV. Michael sat down, me on his lap, and began rocking back and forth. "I haven't given you a name yet"
"What do you mean a name?" Another thing I had to surrender, in my new life as a pokemon, I had to surrender my name. I would always be Angela Duncan to me, but to Michael, I would be Eevee, or what ever he chose as my name.
"I assume you don't just want to be called Eevee" I let out a noise of agreement. "So, what would be a good name? I need to think of the best one, one that will reflect the future we have. I've got big plans for us, we're going to be something, just you wait. We're going to leave in about a week or so. I've already got my pokedex, I've been registered. I'm going to ask Angela to come with us.
"Angela is this girl who lives next door. She's great, I love spending time with her. Ang would have left on her own journey years ago, but her s.o.b. parents used emotional blackmail to keep her around. I think she will jump at the chance" Michael got a dreamy look in his face.
"Angela is the kind of person you want on your side, when your in trouble. She can be as stubborn as stubborn gets, but she never gives up. If theirs a problem, she fights until she or they are dead" Michael paused. "Are those sirens?"
I could here sirens. On the other side of the room, through the window, we could see an ambulance pull by, lights flashing.
"Oh no, they found me" I cried. I had forgotten all about my suicide, I mean, how do you do that?
"Looks like they're stopping at Angela's house" Michael mumbled, walking over to the window. "One of her parents must have finally bit it, to many rusty nails. Lets go see, shall we?"
She never gives up
"What happened Angie?" Michael mumbled, subconsciously stroking my fur. He had become robotic, emotionless, and it hurt me.
"Michael?" He flipped around, nearly causing me to throw up. Michael's parents stood there, concerned looks on their faces.
"Mom, dad, what are you doing here?"
"Ms. Simms called us, said something had happened to Angela" Ms. Simms was my other neighbor. Her age was any where from 70 to 1000, and she was extremely lonely, so she constantly invited her self over. I'd bet my new tail Simms found my body.
"Oh God, they said" Michael swallowed, "They said Angela hung her self"
"Oh my God!"
"She's dead" Michael said, "She killed her self"
You can learn a lot about a person, from what they put on the walls of her room. My walls were covered with clippings, pictures from magazines, news stories, about famous trainers. Steven Stone, Wallace, Cynthia, Red, Lance, I had a ton of stuff.
My favorite trainer was one of the frontier brains, the one who ran the battle tower, Salon Maiden Anabel. She had become a frontier brain, and leader of the frontier brains, at age 15. I always thought that was amazing. Some one so young, was such an amazing trainer. She even captured Raikou, which I thought kicked ass.
Michael probably learned a lot about me, as he stared at the walls of my room for the first time. One of the cops had let him come up, since he was a friend. He had never been up here though, so their were several things about me he had never seen.
Michael had set me down on my computer desk. As soon as he did, I realized that even something as simple as sitting, was difficult when you had four legs for the first time. When I sat down, I had no idea what to do with my forelegs for a moment.
Now, I watched as Michael examined my room, the only testament I had left, to who I was when I was alive. Gingerly, he ran his hand along the wall beside my bed, over each of the clippings I had taped up. Michael shuttered, and sat down on my bed.
"She's gone" Michael whispered, "Angela's gone, and I'll never get her back" Suddenly, my computer beeped, reminding the world it was one. I did a mental head slap.
"I know how I can show you" I said, "The key board". Gulping, I attempted to stand up on all fours. Although wobbly, I was able to get my self up. But it didn't matter, I realized, I don't know how to walk!"
That wasn't the only problem. I could see the key board perfectly. Earlier, I would have been able to understand all the characters on it, now every thing on there might as well have been gibberish.
"Mew, that fucking bastard, he took away my ability to read and write" For some reason, this hit me especial hard. I sniffled, as two tears ran down my furry cheeks. Michael saw this, and came over and picked me up.
"Pokemon can sense the emotions of their trainers" Michael said, "You saw I was feeling said, and you felt the same way. Thank you"
Uh, sure, that's why. With out another word, the two of us walked out of my room, down the stairs, and out the front door. As we crossed the thresh hold, an old and erratically driven car pulled through the crowd of on lookers, and into the driveway. Two less then sober people jumped out of the car.
"Where's my daughter?" My mom cried. I cringed. Well, it was nice to know, I suppose, their daughters death had brought home the drunken Duncans. I felt nothing towards them, not anger, nor resentment, nothing. They mattered nothing to me. Michael how ever, did not share my apathy, as he rushed at them, seething.
"Hey!" Michael screamed, "Its good to know that Angela's suicide was big enough news for you two to miss happy hour"
"Do we know you?" My dad asked.
"Yeah, I'm the kid who lived next door to you morons for sixteen years. I'm the person your daughter talked to, when she wanted to unload about the shitty way you treated her. I know you told her, her birth was a mistake, you sick fucks"
"Michael, that's enough"
"Kid, you maybe Angela's friend" Dad said, fire burning in his eyes, "But I want you gone. I want you off of my property. We have to bury our daughter, we don't want you there when we do it"
"I'll be there" Michael said, "No one will stop me, definitely not a pair of lush's. If you try, I'll kill both off you where you stand. Don't believe me? Try me and see" Middle finger stiffly in the air, Michael carried me back to his house.
"I used to wonder, why do they keep bodies under sheets, as they cart them away" Michael whispered. It was night, and the two of us were sitting on his bed. "Its because, what we don't see gets us through the night. I'm going to sleep tonight, out of sheer exhaustion. If I had seen Angela, on that stretcher, I doubt I would ever sleep again"
I was sitting on Michael's lap. God, seeing my own body, and seeing Michael mouth off to the drunken Duncans, caused me to wonder about quite a few things.
During my human life, Michael would have been considered my best friend. Not because we were good friends, because he was the only friend I had. I treated him like shit. When ever we spoke, I used it as an attempt to unload. Michael never complained, he took it. He invited me over to his house, something I had never done. For the love of God, I never even knew what the pokemon egg he had was, and I hadn't asked. I just assumed Michael was to much of a pussy to say any thing, and that he didn't care about me. God, was I wrong.
"Angela" Michael began to cry, "Why did you do it? Why did you kill your self?" As he put his head down, and sobbed, I pulled my self up as best I could, and licked his face. Michael looked at me, smiling slowly.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you. You've been an angel" Michael whispered. "Angel. That's a good name, what do you think?"
Angel, well, it was close to my name. I let out a Vee of approval. Michael smiled, then went back to sobbing. I cause all of this pain, this hurt me more then the rope I killed my self with.
Michael, you're beating your self up, because you think you lost me. I'm still here, and I'll show you I sighed, I just don't know how.
AN II : Before every one groans that Eevee has been done a thousand times, I want to explain why. Eevee was the most often submitted pokemon, but I would have chose it if it had only been submitted once. I've read on about a thousand profiles, that any story with an Eevee is unoriginal, or the main character is a Mary Sue. While other people would have barely noticed this, I took it as a personal challenge. It's easy to an original story with a pokemon that never gets used, its hard to do an original one with a pokemon that gets used a thousand time. This is my challenge to my self, to make this story different from all the other Eevee story lemmings out there (Angela killed her self, so that eliminates all Mary Sue possibility I think). To make a story with such an over used character, interesting. Lets see if I can, shall we?
Also, I will use every submission I got in some kind of role (Even all eight of Eternal Storms). I especially liked Lighting Alchemist's two, I think you'll enjoy what I do with them.