Dragon Eyes
Chapter one
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon o.o; that simple right?
A/N: Hey Poke fans out there! I know it's soon for a first chapter (with no name Oo;) but I cant stop getting ideas. It's like a waterfall of crazy ideas. But ya know what I think will happen? I will get past the first few chapters.... and THEN.THEN! Get writers block @.@;; you should know how that is . happens to me all da time. Well enjoy chapter one while it lasts without boredom and flames are accepted at the time couse I still don't have meself a monster like thingy that will eat em for me. ~Midnight~
Through the shadows of the treetops of a dreary forest a figure dashed though the branches. Like a shadow with no owner it leaped from tree to tree, speed blinding within the rising suns strands of silk like light. It finally stopped, its whole figure resting upon the branch it is perched upon. Everything is silent other than the rustling of spearow in the trees near by. The figure raises its head, sniffing the air it would seem before, almost, disappearing into the cool morning air. It lands without a sound on the ground against the tree it was one was in. It sniffs the air again, this time, it seems to perk its ears, turning its head slightly to the side and bending forward slowly. A smirk crosses its face, a wicked smirk. It fully stands, taking a step into a shadow, watching another figure join him upon the path. A human.
The human continues to walk down the path, a female. She is tilting her head side to side, a disc man attached to her waist bobbing up and down with her jagged steps, seeming to be to into her music to pay attention. It only looked at her licked its lips, finding it to be another victim to absorb.
"Hello. What is a beautiful woman like you doing traveling in these dark woods so early in the morn..." its voice crept over the path, silky and deep, to the silly girls ears. She barely heard it before she took her headphones from her ears, looking around, her blond hair flowing with her movement. The figure walked slowly from behind the tree, its eyes focused upon hers. It knelt before her, taking her hand and kissing it within the shadows of its cloaks hood. The girl blushed, not knowing what to say, thinking this was her prince.
"I believe I am a Pokemon trainer..." she said, looking down on him with a stammered, yet fakely sweet, voice, beating her eyelashes. It looked up to her, another smirk crossing its lips. Pokemon.... Just what it needed.
"Well, my beauty, let us play a game..." it said standing, raising a hand to her cheek, sliding it down her soft skin. She only nodded gently.
"Name it.... What's the game?" she said, tilting her head to the side, smiling. It returned the smile.
"Knock, knock?" it asks, hand seeming to tighten with its muscles, its pupils slightly thinning.
"Whose there?" she asks in return, giggling lightly, totally unaware of what was to happen next. It only smiled.
"Death.." It said. She gasped. Before she could bring in air to scream a blast of midnight fire blast from its hand, engulfing her head in flames, silencing her forever. It watched as the flames stopped, her body falling limply to the ground, headless and bleeding. It knelt beside her, lifting her shirt enough to see her belt with her pokeballs clipped upon it. It took the balls, one by one, throwing them behind it, listening to them pop open before It actually turned. It looked to the Pokemon. A Vulpix, Jigglypuff, Ponyta, Growlith, Poliwag, and a weedle. "Pathetic.." it said, looking at the angered Pokemon that are looking back to it. It raised its hand once again as the Pokemon all either lifted their head to fire an attack or lowered their head to tackle. Before the managed to attack another blast of midnight fire burst from its fingertips, blowing over the path, engulfing it completely, lighting up the forest as if it was noon in the morning. The fire disappeared slowly once more, each Pokemon lying on the ground, dead, or at least by a string. It pulled down its hood, revealing a matured mans face, looking to be 18 or more. His pupils looked like slits against the deep auburn color of his eyes, darkened and deadly. His hair was a dark and shadowed as a ravens wing, twice as soft, twice as light as it swayed with a light breeze that passed over the forest. He looked up, the treetops before him and the path ahead. He turned and kneeled beside the girl once more, taking a hand and placing a gray glove upon it, running it within the girls crimson blood, watching it seem to boil at his touch. He takes his fingertips and runs them along the dirt at he side, the liens of blood forming into a bubbling dragon, turning to midnight blue. His sign. He stood, taking a step back before replacing his hood, his face hidden within the shadows once more. Within the blink of an eye he seemed to disappear once more, dashing through the treetops again, for the next town is his destination...Pallet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Elsewhere~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A young woman walks from the door of a Pokemon Center, blue pokeballs on her loosely fitted belt, a Pikachu on her shoulder. She yawns, raising a slender hand to her face, brushing a few strands of her fiery red hair from her eyes, letting it shine wildly down her back. She wore a short pair of jean shorts, sandals on her feet and a tight fitting t-shirt upon her slender frame. Her steps were light and concentrated though her expression wasn't all as beautiful as her figure. The Pikachu on her shoulder perked its hears lightly, a short "Chaaaa.." letting from its chest, more of a lonely purr than anything. She tilted her crystal blue eyes to the Pikachu, looking it over gently before raising hr hand to brush its soft fur.
"What's wrong Pikachu..." she asked, picking him up from her shoulder and cradling it in her arms. It only looked to the ground below it, another depressed chaa escaping it. She only sighed, knowing what this was about "I know I miss him too but its been a long time...Its over....He is..." she trailed off, knowing she still, after 12 years, she still missed the boy from her childhood dreams. She, along with Pikachu, couldn't accept that he was gone, dead, though that's what everyone said. She continued to travel, not knowing why, she was alone all the time. Brock had left to tend his brothers and sister, his father had passed away a few years back, leaving as it was before he had started his journey. Her sisters were still looking down upon her, one moved out to go live with a boyfriend and the other two took care of the show, she was only left to go out with what she had done over 15 years ago, train until she was the best water Pokemon trainer around. Though it wasn't that easy without him, he gave her a extra boost rather she liked it or not. She had all of his Pokemon, his pokedex, and his cap, she wore it almost as much as he had, his mother got the rest and everyone else got one thing to remember him by. His mother had, to what she had heard, locked herself into the house in pallet one night, the lights out. They say she was driven to insanity for such a loss, she was fount the next morning, laying on her sons bed, a picture of him in hr hand, and a hole in her heart, a gun on the floor. He was the world to her, and apparently, it wasn't the same without him.
The girl eyes slightly began to water, strolling down memory lane wasn't what it used to be. She believed, in the back of her head he was still alive, somehow, someway. She walked down the road, her mind full of thought. She finally ran into a pole, stumbled back, and rubbed her head. She kicked the pole, cursing wildly before looking the flier on it, her jaw dropped. It was another killing. That was four in one week. It was all, what the authorities called a path to its next destination. It was on its way to Pallet, Pikachu had noticed it too. They both looked at each other and then back to the poster. The woman was in Johto, Blackthorn City to be precise and who knows how far from the town of Pallet she was. All she knew was that she needs to help the people of pallet the best she can, its what he would have done. She turned, taking a pokeball from her weist and throwing it to the ground, a loud crash erupting from it. Out came a large dragon like creature, its tale flame burning brightly, its powerfull wings beating. It was a charizard, not Ash's, yet a chariard nonetheless. She climbed onto its back, Pikachu sitting in her lap and hanging on for dear life while the giant dragon began to beat its wings, hovering over the ground before jetting off to the forest, gliding over the sea of trees.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pallet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Screams erupted from the tiny town of Pallet, agony and pain flooded within the cries for help. A large dragon stomped through the town, raising its head, a collecting midnight flames within its snout and throwing them over the town, like a blanket of death. Its tail sway to the side, shattering buildings in its path like priceless glass against a bat. It beat its wings, the powerfull gusts blasting people every which way, throwing them like rag dolls over the town, killing them with landing. It raised its head into the air, opening its powerfull jaws and roaring into the night, standing within the flames of devastation, one step closer to its goal. It turned, looking to the ground miles below his head position, narrowing its eyes while it walks down the street, finding itself at a rundown house, roof holed, door hanging from its hinges. It perked its eyes slightly, feeling a slight poke at its brain, like it was trying to remember something yet only shakes it of, trails of silky flames falling from its lips before he threw its head forward, blasting the building with flames and towering over it. It turns, looking at the town in flames, eyes scanning over it for the least bit of life scattering about. It beat its wings a few more times, lifting of the ground and gliding over the flames, landing on the side of the hill to the Pokemon prof. Its tail whipped down upon the ground behind it, keeping its balance on the hills steep side, its claws digging into the concrete while it pills itself up to the house. He looked down at a figure that ran from the door to it. It was a young man, early twenties standing there, hair of deep red blaze falling over his face. He threw a pokeball and a large dog appeared, an Arcanine. The dragon only smirked, throwing its claw down upon the dog, smashing it without mercy. The man only looked at the dragon in shock, his eyes wide and his mouth open while he reached for another pokeball....He never had time to pull it. In a blast of midnight flames the Pokemon Master and Pokemon prof. were destroyed. The dragon stood on the hill, the highest point of the town and roared in triumph, yet woven within the roar of victory was a song of loneliness.
The dragon began to shrink, its color lightening, its scales disappearing until it was only a mere human man once more, raven hair flowing over his eyes. His tail raised from his backside, wrapping about his neck and forming into a necklace, a charm of a dragon appeared and with the dragon came cloths and his cloak, draping his figure in mystery once again before he turned, dashing into the shadows upon the sound of sirens and the smell of death.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Charizard landed at the once welcoming opening to the town of Pallet. The woman's eyes widened in shock, all that was left was ruble...Ashes. She stepped off the dragon, returning it to its pokeball and stepped just one more step to the pile of ashes that was once a town. The Pikachu on her shoulder yelled out over the sirens, the screams and yells for help in agony, more pain to deal with. The woman couldn't dare imagine how the creature felt though instead of screaming she release silent tears of hurting down her cheeks. She turned and looked to the forest behind her in the distance, then began to run down the road, away from the memories, the pain to find him, locate him and when she does, she doesn't know what she will do...
A/N : I know it was a bad ending but hey . I'm not that creative. If you like tell me bout it, if ya hate it, tell me bout it, if you have a better name or any suggestions go ahead and state em I'm all eyes . C-ya when I c-ya then! ~midnight~
Chapter one
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon o.o; that simple right?
A/N: Hey Poke fans out there! I know it's soon for a first chapter (with no name Oo;) but I cant stop getting ideas. It's like a waterfall of crazy ideas. But ya know what I think will happen? I will get past the first few chapters.... and THEN.THEN! Get writers block @.@;; you should know how that is . happens to me all da time. Well enjoy chapter one while it lasts without boredom and flames are accepted at the time couse I still don't have meself a monster like thingy that will eat em for me. ~Midnight~
Through the shadows of the treetops of a dreary forest a figure dashed though the branches. Like a shadow with no owner it leaped from tree to tree, speed blinding within the rising suns strands of silk like light. It finally stopped, its whole figure resting upon the branch it is perched upon. Everything is silent other than the rustling of spearow in the trees near by. The figure raises its head, sniffing the air it would seem before, almost, disappearing into the cool morning air. It lands without a sound on the ground against the tree it was one was in. It sniffs the air again, this time, it seems to perk its ears, turning its head slightly to the side and bending forward slowly. A smirk crosses its face, a wicked smirk. It fully stands, taking a step into a shadow, watching another figure join him upon the path. A human.
The human continues to walk down the path, a female. She is tilting her head side to side, a disc man attached to her waist bobbing up and down with her jagged steps, seeming to be to into her music to pay attention. It only looked at her licked its lips, finding it to be another victim to absorb.
"Hello. What is a beautiful woman like you doing traveling in these dark woods so early in the morn..." its voice crept over the path, silky and deep, to the silly girls ears. She barely heard it before she took her headphones from her ears, looking around, her blond hair flowing with her movement. The figure walked slowly from behind the tree, its eyes focused upon hers. It knelt before her, taking her hand and kissing it within the shadows of its cloaks hood. The girl blushed, not knowing what to say, thinking this was her prince.
"I believe I am a Pokemon trainer..." she said, looking down on him with a stammered, yet fakely sweet, voice, beating her eyelashes. It looked up to her, another smirk crossing its lips. Pokemon.... Just what it needed.
"Well, my beauty, let us play a game..." it said standing, raising a hand to her cheek, sliding it down her soft skin. She only nodded gently.
"Name it.... What's the game?" she said, tilting her head to the side, smiling. It returned the smile.
"Knock, knock?" it asks, hand seeming to tighten with its muscles, its pupils slightly thinning.
"Whose there?" she asks in return, giggling lightly, totally unaware of what was to happen next. It only smiled.
"Death.." It said. She gasped. Before she could bring in air to scream a blast of midnight fire blast from its hand, engulfing her head in flames, silencing her forever. It watched as the flames stopped, her body falling limply to the ground, headless and bleeding. It knelt beside her, lifting her shirt enough to see her belt with her pokeballs clipped upon it. It took the balls, one by one, throwing them behind it, listening to them pop open before It actually turned. It looked to the Pokemon. A Vulpix, Jigglypuff, Ponyta, Growlith, Poliwag, and a weedle. "Pathetic.." it said, looking at the angered Pokemon that are looking back to it. It raised its hand once again as the Pokemon all either lifted their head to fire an attack or lowered their head to tackle. Before the managed to attack another blast of midnight fire burst from its fingertips, blowing over the path, engulfing it completely, lighting up the forest as if it was noon in the morning. The fire disappeared slowly once more, each Pokemon lying on the ground, dead, or at least by a string. It pulled down its hood, revealing a matured mans face, looking to be 18 or more. His pupils looked like slits against the deep auburn color of his eyes, darkened and deadly. His hair was a dark and shadowed as a ravens wing, twice as soft, twice as light as it swayed with a light breeze that passed over the forest. He looked up, the treetops before him and the path ahead. He turned and kneeled beside the girl once more, taking a hand and placing a gray glove upon it, running it within the girls crimson blood, watching it seem to boil at his touch. He takes his fingertips and runs them along the dirt at he side, the liens of blood forming into a bubbling dragon, turning to midnight blue. His sign. He stood, taking a step back before replacing his hood, his face hidden within the shadows once more. Within the blink of an eye he seemed to disappear once more, dashing through the treetops again, for the next town is his destination...Pallet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Elsewhere~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A young woman walks from the door of a Pokemon Center, blue pokeballs on her loosely fitted belt, a Pikachu on her shoulder. She yawns, raising a slender hand to her face, brushing a few strands of her fiery red hair from her eyes, letting it shine wildly down her back. She wore a short pair of jean shorts, sandals on her feet and a tight fitting t-shirt upon her slender frame. Her steps were light and concentrated though her expression wasn't all as beautiful as her figure. The Pikachu on her shoulder perked its hears lightly, a short "Chaaaa.." letting from its chest, more of a lonely purr than anything. She tilted her crystal blue eyes to the Pikachu, looking it over gently before raising hr hand to brush its soft fur.
"What's wrong Pikachu..." she asked, picking him up from her shoulder and cradling it in her arms. It only looked to the ground below it, another depressed chaa escaping it. She only sighed, knowing what this was about "I know I miss him too but its been a long time...Its over....He is..." she trailed off, knowing she still, after 12 years, she still missed the boy from her childhood dreams. She, along with Pikachu, couldn't accept that he was gone, dead, though that's what everyone said. She continued to travel, not knowing why, she was alone all the time. Brock had left to tend his brothers and sister, his father had passed away a few years back, leaving as it was before he had started his journey. Her sisters were still looking down upon her, one moved out to go live with a boyfriend and the other two took care of the show, she was only left to go out with what she had done over 15 years ago, train until she was the best water Pokemon trainer around. Though it wasn't that easy without him, he gave her a extra boost rather she liked it or not. She had all of his Pokemon, his pokedex, and his cap, she wore it almost as much as he had, his mother got the rest and everyone else got one thing to remember him by. His mother had, to what she had heard, locked herself into the house in pallet one night, the lights out. They say she was driven to insanity for such a loss, she was fount the next morning, laying on her sons bed, a picture of him in hr hand, and a hole in her heart, a gun on the floor. He was the world to her, and apparently, it wasn't the same without him.
The girl eyes slightly began to water, strolling down memory lane wasn't what it used to be. She believed, in the back of her head he was still alive, somehow, someway. She walked down the road, her mind full of thought. She finally ran into a pole, stumbled back, and rubbed her head. She kicked the pole, cursing wildly before looking the flier on it, her jaw dropped. It was another killing. That was four in one week. It was all, what the authorities called a path to its next destination. It was on its way to Pallet, Pikachu had noticed it too. They both looked at each other and then back to the poster. The woman was in Johto, Blackthorn City to be precise and who knows how far from the town of Pallet she was. All she knew was that she needs to help the people of pallet the best she can, its what he would have done. She turned, taking a pokeball from her weist and throwing it to the ground, a loud crash erupting from it. Out came a large dragon like creature, its tale flame burning brightly, its powerfull wings beating. It was a charizard, not Ash's, yet a chariard nonetheless. She climbed onto its back, Pikachu sitting in her lap and hanging on for dear life while the giant dragon began to beat its wings, hovering over the ground before jetting off to the forest, gliding over the sea of trees.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pallet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Screams erupted from the tiny town of Pallet, agony and pain flooded within the cries for help. A large dragon stomped through the town, raising its head, a collecting midnight flames within its snout and throwing them over the town, like a blanket of death. Its tail sway to the side, shattering buildings in its path like priceless glass against a bat. It beat its wings, the powerfull gusts blasting people every which way, throwing them like rag dolls over the town, killing them with landing. It raised its head into the air, opening its powerfull jaws and roaring into the night, standing within the flames of devastation, one step closer to its goal. It turned, looking to the ground miles below his head position, narrowing its eyes while it walks down the street, finding itself at a rundown house, roof holed, door hanging from its hinges. It perked its eyes slightly, feeling a slight poke at its brain, like it was trying to remember something yet only shakes it of, trails of silky flames falling from its lips before he threw its head forward, blasting the building with flames and towering over it. It turns, looking at the town in flames, eyes scanning over it for the least bit of life scattering about. It beat its wings a few more times, lifting of the ground and gliding over the flames, landing on the side of the hill to the Pokemon prof. Its tail whipped down upon the ground behind it, keeping its balance on the hills steep side, its claws digging into the concrete while it pills itself up to the house. He looked down at a figure that ran from the door to it. It was a young man, early twenties standing there, hair of deep red blaze falling over his face. He threw a pokeball and a large dog appeared, an Arcanine. The dragon only smirked, throwing its claw down upon the dog, smashing it without mercy. The man only looked at the dragon in shock, his eyes wide and his mouth open while he reached for another pokeball....He never had time to pull it. In a blast of midnight flames the Pokemon Master and Pokemon prof. were destroyed. The dragon stood on the hill, the highest point of the town and roared in triumph, yet woven within the roar of victory was a song of loneliness.
The dragon began to shrink, its color lightening, its scales disappearing until it was only a mere human man once more, raven hair flowing over his eyes. His tail raised from his backside, wrapping about his neck and forming into a necklace, a charm of a dragon appeared and with the dragon came cloths and his cloak, draping his figure in mystery once again before he turned, dashing into the shadows upon the sound of sirens and the smell of death.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Charizard landed at the once welcoming opening to the town of Pallet. The woman's eyes widened in shock, all that was left was ruble...Ashes. She stepped off the dragon, returning it to its pokeball and stepped just one more step to the pile of ashes that was once a town. The Pikachu on her shoulder yelled out over the sirens, the screams and yells for help in agony, more pain to deal with. The woman couldn't dare imagine how the creature felt though instead of screaming she release silent tears of hurting down her cheeks. She turned and looked to the forest behind her in the distance, then began to run down the road, away from the memories, the pain to find him, locate him and when she does, she doesn't know what she will do...
A/N : I know it was a bad ending but hey . I'm not that creative. If you like tell me bout it, if ya hate it, tell me bout it, if you have a better name or any suggestions go ahead and state em I'm all eyes . C-ya when I c-ya then! ~midnight~