Red and Blue
Chapter 1
Shattered
The world was burning, the ground under his feet trembling, shuddering, heaving. Hazel eyes watched in despair as two powerful forces of nature continued their attacks, unaware of the damage they were causing to the area. Raven locks—having escaped the bindings of the red-billed hat he wore—now hung in his eyes, threatening to block his view of the battles at large. And they were battles.
The fights raging between the monsters across a field threatening to buckle beneath them were battles to the death. Some had already fallen, be it the copies with the strange markings, or the originals beaten to a standstill.
To the onlooker, however, they weren't just monsters. They were pokemon, his friends, and family. And it hurt to watch them suffer.
"This isn't battling. Not the way it was meant to be." Even if he didn't dare tear his eyes from the field, he recognized the soft-spoken voice of the woman standing beside him. Her family was well known throughout the world, each one bearing a startling resemblance to the rest of their clan. They were the nurses that healed the pokemon after tough battles, that helped guide kids like him on a journey to grow and become stronger.
When one pokemon, a small, yellow mouse with a lightning bolt-shaped tail, was sent flying, the adolescent curled his hand into a fist, forcing himself not to charge onto the field. He was a pokemon trainer, it was his responsibility to ensure the creatures were strong enough to fight. But he wasn't strong enough to stop this massacre.
Bowing his head, the bill of his red and white hat covered his eyes. It needs to be stopped. Someone needs to speak out and demand an end to the fighting. With his eyes averted from the fights, his attention focused inward, he was caught unawares by the events that happened next.
Above their heads, two forces of nature clashed. One was a small, pink, cat-like pokemon with a winding tail and large rabbit-like feet. The other wore a humanoid shape, his skin a pale grey color, and a long, thick, purple tail floated behind it. They were legendaries, pokemon rarely seen by people, and the strongest creatures in the world. Their battle raged, yet neither gained nor lost ground.
The bipedal legendary slammed his three-digit paws together, a powerful blast flashing forward. In the same moment, the cat-like pokemon flung up a pink barrier, deflecting the attack into the field. Pokemon flew, the destructive force tearing a hole in the land and sending them reeling.
The screams of the injured and dying shook the trainer from his thoughts, and his eyes snapped back to the battlefield. Breath caught in his throat when he saw the bright blue beam bearing down on the yellow mouse. The pokemon was too exhausted to move, too hurt to comprehend what was coming for him. As the powerful beam struck, the mouse screamed in agony.
"Pikachu!" the trainer cried out, his heart tearing apart in his chest. The mouse pokemon was his best and first friend, given to him the day he started his journey, and now…
Both Mew, the creator of every pokemon species known and unknown, and her laboratory-created clone had landed amid the utterly destroyed field, ready to ratchet their fight up yet another notch, and began charging their next attacks. The trainer, frightened for his pokemon and the other trainers around him, came to a rapid decision. He darted onto the field, ignoring the cries of his friends.
The energy emitted by the legendaries was so strong it caused the winds to whip up. One such gust tore at the brim of his hat, snatching it off his head, but the trainer didn't care. He couldn't care, not when there was so much more at stake.
He stopped in the middle of the field, just as both attacks fired.
Pain.
Pure, bright, burning, hollowing, chilling, mind-numbing pain.
For three seconds that was all his mind registered before his consciousness slipped away.