The lonely path of the Mew
Copyright- Pokemon and its characters/Pokemon do not belong to me in any sence of the word.
The sun was already beginning to set behind the dark eminence of Mt Moon before Susan finally spotted what she was looking for. Up ahead of her there was a split in the dark dirt pathway through the murkily looming woods. Reaching for her now crumpled map she tried to figure out which would lead to Red Birch Camp, her resting point for the night. Trudging down the left pathway, she started to listen carefully to see if she could hear the reassuring noises of other campers. Ten minutes later she stumbled down a steep pathway to find herself in a large clearing. For a second or two she stared around her with dazed expression before slipping her arms from the straps of her rucksack and letting it fall to the ground. Rubbing her aching shoulders she looked around the campsite again with a growing sense of dismay. When she had read campsite on her map she had expected an area bustling with tents, trainers, and that there would be a cheery campsite fire already burning. Instead she was afforded a view of an eerily empty clearing surrounded on all sides by the dark shapes of trees. The only sign that this was indeed a camp were a couple of dark ash circles that marked old campfires. Sighing, Susan lowered herself to the ground only to find that it was damp, causing her to spring up again. Taking a closer look at the ground she noted that it was made up of the damp remains of pine needles. Stranded in the middle of an empty wood, her neck and back aching from her pack, Susan suddenly felt very homesick. What was she pretending to be out here? However she managed to quell her urge to cry and instead turned back to her pack. The light was beginning to drain from the woods and she knew she needed to have her tent set up before it got too dark. Resisting the urge to stare over her shoulder at every small noise, she proceeded through the long process of erecting the tent. Without her parents to help her it seemed to take much longer but she finally finished before the dusk descended. Crawling inside the strangely plastic smelling area inside, she fussily arranged her belongings around it before sticking her head out the opening again. For a second or two she debated with herself about making a campfire before deciding that she would be fine without it. The woods around her were getting pretty dark and she didn't fancy wandering around looking for firewood. For the first time since arriving at the campsite she glanced down at the Pokeball attached to her belt. Should she let him out or not? Despite her misgivings she reached down and gripped the small ball, almost dropping it in surprise when it grew full size, and threw it into the air "Go Pidgey". With a flash of red light the small brown bird Pokemon appeared. As he landed on the ground he regarded her with a suspicious expression before starting to peck at the ground, keeping one eye on her. Moving slowly, Susan reached inside her pack and removed a bag of Pokemon food and started to sprinkle it on the ground near him. As she looked up she saw he was staring at her with pointed angry eyes.
"This is some food. You should try it." With a look of contempt the Pidgey turned its back on her. Feeling anger flare up inside her she lifted up his Pokeball and recalled him. Perhaps a night without food might teach him some respect for her. But as she started to make her own food her anger subsided into despair. It seemed like nothing had improved between them since this morning. When she had arrived at the Pokemon centre with James in the morning everyone in their class was there. Professor Oak had then led them through to a large room in the middle of the Pokemon centre and had given them a long speech about how lucky they were and about how they must look after their Pokemon. He then brought them over to a number of wire mesh cages in which cavorted a number of small Pokemon. Besides her Pidgey there had been a Charmander, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Oddish, Rattata, Goldeen, Mankey, Nidoran male and female, and an Eevee. For the next couple of minutes most of their class had wandered around the cages petting the different Pokemon. If she remembered correctly, she thought bitterly, her Pidgey had been perfectly friendly to the other trainers. Oak had then formed all of them into a line to get them to choose a partner. As she had been hanging back from the rest of the trainers she had found herself at the back of the queue. By the time she had reached the cages the only Pokemon left was the Pidgey. She had reached in to pet it like the others had done but he had jabbed his beak into her hand and had jumped out of the open top of the cage. She had felt herself blushing as she went after it as he wandered from trainer to trainer, as if he wanted to pick another trainer. It was then that the others had started to laugh. Professor Oak had to help her get him into his Pokeball but he had scratched them both in the process with his feet. James then headed off towards Cerulean with some of the others to challenge the gym leader there, while desperate not to be embarrassed again that day she had decided to head off alone towards Viridian forest.
Stifling a scream she awoke, panicking for a second as she found herself unable to move before realising that she was in her sleeping bag. Feeling hot and breathless she slid forward toward the opening of the tent and pulled down the zip, and drank in the fresh air, trying to slow down her breathing. The sun was already out but even in the bright morning light she still felt vaguely nervous and tense. The memories from her dream retreating from her, like shadows beneath the high sun, but the little she did remember was strange. She had been in a small cell, lit by the sharp glow of an uncovered bulb. It was the bulb she remembered best, hanging from a single wire nothing escaped its glare…. Shaking her head she tried to banish the strangely disturbing image, she raised herself up and went over to her pack to arrange breakfast.
As she marched forward though the forest again she was surprised how stiff and sore her body felt. It was as if she hadn't rested at all. Unlike the previous night the forest seemed alive today. The shone down through the leaves casting a greenish glow over everything. The cheep of Pidgey's and the distinctive squawk of Spearow's sounded through the forest as well as the occasional call that she didn't recognise. At first she kept her eyes pealed, searching through the trees and undergrowth around her for Pokemon but by mid-morning she was just plodding forward, her eyes on the path before her. She stopped for lunch in a little hollow, in which there was a number of boulders were strewn about. Leaning against one of these while she drank from her water bottle she toyed with the idea of letting her Pokemon out again. Sooner or later she would be involved in a Pokemon battle and her Pidgey would have to obey her. If she didn't impose discipline on him now, he might never obey her. Unclipping the small sphere from her belt she threw it into the air and with a loud cheep, her Pidgey flew into the air.
"Pidgey…" she started before her Pokemon suddenly banked in the air and swooped at her almost slashing the side of her face with his feet, calling with a high-pitched angry scream. Backing away she fell back on the ground trying to dodge his next pass. Picking herself up from the rocky ground she felt a hot surge of anger flow though her. How dare he treat her, his master like this? Her hand closing round a small stone, she rose up as he turned in the air and launched it at him. The stone smashed into the bird Pokemon sending him crashing down into the ground a few feet from her.
As she stared down at the grounded she felt the fire of rage flow from her and a feeling of numb disbelief spread. She moved slowly over and bent down. Her Pokemon was struggling on the ground one wing flapping while the other, she saw with a sickening jolt, was bleeding from a deep gash near the muscle between the wing and his body. As she reached out a hand, he suddenly reared up, striking at her outstretched hand with his beak, before falling back to the ground his eyes narrowed with fear and hate. Her stomach tight with a feeling a sickness, Susan opened her Pokeball and in a flash of red he returned inside her sphere. For a second she was too shocked to move, the scene still replaying in her mind. She had physically attacked her Pokemon, actually injured him breaking all the basic codes of Pokemon training. What was Oak say if he saw her now? What would he say, a part of her suddenly thought. He did always did stress that the trainer had to assume control over their Pokemon. The Pidgey is my Pokemon, she thought, he is mine to control and he was attacking me. If I had let him get away with it, what would he have done next? Maybe this way he would eventually learn some respect for her. Feeling slightly better she rose to her feet. There was no point in panicking about this she told herself, she just had to try and think clearly. Reaching for her map she spread it out against a tree trunk. According to the map, she wasn't too far from Mt Moon Pokecentre; she could probably make it by nightfall and have her Pidgey cured by the morning. Hoisting her pack up she was just about to make her way back to the path when she heard a disturbance in the trees near the clearing. A small brown Pokemon sprang from the bushes near her into the clearing before plunging further into the forest, out of her sight before she could pull out her Pokedex. It was the first wild Pokemon she had seen all day and without any further thought she ran after it, her backpack bouncing awkwardly on her back. As she ran through the trees she ignored the stray branches and brambles, which slashed at her, only concerned with the small shape ahead of her. Just as she felt as if her chest was going to explode she saw that her quarry had finally come to a stop. It was leaning against a large tree panting but as she neared it, it spun round its teeth bared. Now that she was closer to it she recognised it as an Eevee, one of the Pokemon, which had been at the Pokemon centre. She was just about to reach for a Pokeball when she heard the sound of running footsteps. She turned just in time to see two people dressed in black run into the clearing. Both were in there thirties, one male and the other female. But it wasn't their faces, which caught Susan's attention, rather the large red, "R" on their chests.
"Team Rocket?" she asked curiously. The man and the woman were also clearly surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"Trying to catch this Pokemon." The mans eyes suddenly flared.
"That Pokemon belongs to Team Rocket! Get out of here now!" As Susan stared up at the mans beetroot face, she remembered the rumours she had heard about Team Rocket. About how they stole Pokemon or how they forced others to breed in tiny caged enclosures so that they could supply places like Celadon Coin Exchange. Eevee was also a very rare Pokemon, perhaps when she caught it Pidgey would obey her will. Even if he didn't, she thought, I would have no need for a Pidgey if I had an Eevee.
"There's no way I'm letting you take it. I got here first, so it's my Pokemon."
"You actually think you can stop us? Go Arboc!" With a loud hiss, the giant purple reptile appeared, spreading out its flaps to make itself look bigger. "Arboc" her Pokedex chimed, "the snake Pokemon. This…." But Susan wasn't listening to it. The Pokemon was strangely familiar to her. As she stared at it her head suddenly started to pound, black spots impeding her vision. Falling to her knees in front of the surprised Rockets, she clutched clutching her head as she gave in to the pain of splitting death beats, as if something was trying to break loose, her mouth open in a silent scream. Though her eyes were scrunched shut, an image suddenly came before her eyes. She was looking down at the big violet snake Pokemon. It was lying in a broken bloody heap before her. Blood was everywhere, she could feel it in her mouth, sticking to her fur and it was gathering in a huge puddle around the dead body. At least half of its skull was missing and there were huge chunks missing from its body, as if some monster had taken bites from it. She felt strangely empty of emotion as she stared down at it. No anger, no pity or regret. No feeling at all for the dead Pokemon. She became aware of a small whimpering noise. As she listened to it she suddenly realised that it was coming from her mouth. The storm of emotions and explosive pain suddenly returned, and she screamed out, her fingers digging into her skull as if she was trying to dig the pain out.
Unaware to her as she shook on the ground, the two Pokemon were pressing up against the legs of the two Rockets, both petrified of the girl. The Arboc twisted itself around the chest of the man, while the Eevee hid its face in the woman's arms.
"What's going on?" the man questioned, "I let Arboc out just to scare her…." The girl suddenly screamed again and the ground started to shake violently. As they struggled to stay on their feet both Pokemon attempted to bolt for the safety of the trees. Wild with panic, the Eevee clawed at the restraining hands and the Arboc twisted violently as it tried to escape. Slowly shaking grew less and less violent. As it finally stopped the Pokemon stopped struggling but both were still shaking with fear. The two Rockets glanced over to see that girl was no moving. As they moved slowly over to her they saw that the ground around her was cracked and splintered, as if something heavy had suddenly pressed down.
"I think we better let the Boss know about this."
I hope to have a new chapter of this up soon. Can you please review it and tell me what you think of it so far? Thanks to Farla for her advice with this.
Copyright- Pokemon and its characters/Pokemon do not belong to me in any sence of the word.
The sun was already beginning to set behind the dark eminence of Mt Moon before Susan finally spotted what she was looking for. Up ahead of her there was a split in the dark dirt pathway through the murkily looming woods. Reaching for her now crumpled map she tried to figure out which would lead to Red Birch Camp, her resting point for the night. Trudging down the left pathway, she started to listen carefully to see if she could hear the reassuring noises of other campers. Ten minutes later she stumbled down a steep pathway to find herself in a large clearing. For a second or two she stared around her with dazed expression before slipping her arms from the straps of her rucksack and letting it fall to the ground. Rubbing her aching shoulders she looked around the campsite again with a growing sense of dismay. When she had read campsite on her map she had expected an area bustling with tents, trainers, and that there would be a cheery campsite fire already burning. Instead she was afforded a view of an eerily empty clearing surrounded on all sides by the dark shapes of trees. The only sign that this was indeed a camp were a couple of dark ash circles that marked old campfires. Sighing, Susan lowered herself to the ground only to find that it was damp, causing her to spring up again. Taking a closer look at the ground she noted that it was made up of the damp remains of pine needles. Stranded in the middle of an empty wood, her neck and back aching from her pack, Susan suddenly felt very homesick. What was she pretending to be out here? However she managed to quell her urge to cry and instead turned back to her pack. The light was beginning to drain from the woods and she knew she needed to have her tent set up before it got too dark. Resisting the urge to stare over her shoulder at every small noise, she proceeded through the long process of erecting the tent. Without her parents to help her it seemed to take much longer but she finally finished before the dusk descended. Crawling inside the strangely plastic smelling area inside, she fussily arranged her belongings around it before sticking her head out the opening again. For a second or two she debated with herself about making a campfire before deciding that she would be fine without it. The woods around her were getting pretty dark and she didn't fancy wandering around looking for firewood. For the first time since arriving at the campsite she glanced down at the Pokeball attached to her belt. Should she let him out or not? Despite her misgivings she reached down and gripped the small ball, almost dropping it in surprise when it grew full size, and threw it into the air "Go Pidgey". With a flash of red light the small brown bird Pokemon appeared. As he landed on the ground he regarded her with a suspicious expression before starting to peck at the ground, keeping one eye on her. Moving slowly, Susan reached inside her pack and removed a bag of Pokemon food and started to sprinkle it on the ground near him. As she looked up she saw he was staring at her with pointed angry eyes.
"This is some food. You should try it." With a look of contempt the Pidgey turned its back on her. Feeling anger flare up inside her she lifted up his Pokeball and recalled him. Perhaps a night without food might teach him some respect for her. But as she started to make her own food her anger subsided into despair. It seemed like nothing had improved between them since this morning. When she had arrived at the Pokemon centre with James in the morning everyone in their class was there. Professor Oak had then led them through to a large room in the middle of the Pokemon centre and had given them a long speech about how lucky they were and about how they must look after their Pokemon. He then brought them over to a number of wire mesh cages in which cavorted a number of small Pokemon. Besides her Pidgey there had been a Charmander, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Oddish, Rattata, Goldeen, Mankey, Nidoran male and female, and an Eevee. For the next couple of minutes most of their class had wandered around the cages petting the different Pokemon. If she remembered correctly, she thought bitterly, her Pidgey had been perfectly friendly to the other trainers. Oak had then formed all of them into a line to get them to choose a partner. As she had been hanging back from the rest of the trainers she had found herself at the back of the queue. By the time she had reached the cages the only Pokemon left was the Pidgey. She had reached in to pet it like the others had done but he had jabbed his beak into her hand and had jumped out of the open top of the cage. She had felt herself blushing as she went after it as he wandered from trainer to trainer, as if he wanted to pick another trainer. It was then that the others had started to laugh. Professor Oak had to help her get him into his Pokeball but he had scratched them both in the process with his feet. James then headed off towards Cerulean with some of the others to challenge the gym leader there, while desperate not to be embarrassed again that day she had decided to head off alone towards Viridian forest.
Stifling a scream she awoke, panicking for a second as she found herself unable to move before realising that she was in her sleeping bag. Feeling hot and breathless she slid forward toward the opening of the tent and pulled down the zip, and drank in the fresh air, trying to slow down her breathing. The sun was already out but even in the bright morning light she still felt vaguely nervous and tense. The memories from her dream retreating from her, like shadows beneath the high sun, but the little she did remember was strange. She had been in a small cell, lit by the sharp glow of an uncovered bulb. It was the bulb she remembered best, hanging from a single wire nothing escaped its glare…. Shaking her head she tried to banish the strangely disturbing image, she raised herself up and went over to her pack to arrange breakfast.
As she marched forward though the forest again she was surprised how stiff and sore her body felt. It was as if she hadn't rested at all. Unlike the previous night the forest seemed alive today. The shone down through the leaves casting a greenish glow over everything. The cheep of Pidgey's and the distinctive squawk of Spearow's sounded through the forest as well as the occasional call that she didn't recognise. At first she kept her eyes pealed, searching through the trees and undergrowth around her for Pokemon but by mid-morning she was just plodding forward, her eyes on the path before her. She stopped for lunch in a little hollow, in which there was a number of boulders were strewn about. Leaning against one of these while she drank from her water bottle she toyed with the idea of letting her Pokemon out again. Sooner or later she would be involved in a Pokemon battle and her Pidgey would have to obey her. If she didn't impose discipline on him now, he might never obey her. Unclipping the small sphere from her belt she threw it into the air and with a loud cheep, her Pidgey flew into the air.
"Pidgey…" she started before her Pokemon suddenly banked in the air and swooped at her almost slashing the side of her face with his feet, calling with a high-pitched angry scream. Backing away she fell back on the ground trying to dodge his next pass. Picking herself up from the rocky ground she felt a hot surge of anger flow though her. How dare he treat her, his master like this? Her hand closing round a small stone, she rose up as he turned in the air and launched it at him. The stone smashed into the bird Pokemon sending him crashing down into the ground a few feet from her.
As she stared down at the grounded she felt the fire of rage flow from her and a feeling of numb disbelief spread. She moved slowly over and bent down. Her Pokemon was struggling on the ground one wing flapping while the other, she saw with a sickening jolt, was bleeding from a deep gash near the muscle between the wing and his body. As she reached out a hand, he suddenly reared up, striking at her outstretched hand with his beak, before falling back to the ground his eyes narrowed with fear and hate. Her stomach tight with a feeling a sickness, Susan opened her Pokeball and in a flash of red he returned inside her sphere. For a second she was too shocked to move, the scene still replaying in her mind. She had physically attacked her Pokemon, actually injured him breaking all the basic codes of Pokemon training. What was Oak say if he saw her now? What would he say, a part of her suddenly thought. He did always did stress that the trainer had to assume control over their Pokemon. The Pidgey is my Pokemon, she thought, he is mine to control and he was attacking me. If I had let him get away with it, what would he have done next? Maybe this way he would eventually learn some respect for her. Feeling slightly better she rose to her feet. There was no point in panicking about this she told herself, she just had to try and think clearly. Reaching for her map she spread it out against a tree trunk. According to the map, she wasn't too far from Mt Moon Pokecentre; she could probably make it by nightfall and have her Pidgey cured by the morning. Hoisting her pack up she was just about to make her way back to the path when she heard a disturbance in the trees near the clearing. A small brown Pokemon sprang from the bushes near her into the clearing before plunging further into the forest, out of her sight before she could pull out her Pokedex. It was the first wild Pokemon she had seen all day and without any further thought she ran after it, her backpack bouncing awkwardly on her back. As she ran through the trees she ignored the stray branches and brambles, which slashed at her, only concerned with the small shape ahead of her. Just as she felt as if her chest was going to explode she saw that her quarry had finally come to a stop. It was leaning against a large tree panting but as she neared it, it spun round its teeth bared. Now that she was closer to it she recognised it as an Eevee, one of the Pokemon, which had been at the Pokemon centre. She was just about to reach for a Pokeball when she heard the sound of running footsteps. She turned just in time to see two people dressed in black run into the clearing. Both were in there thirties, one male and the other female. But it wasn't their faces, which caught Susan's attention, rather the large red, "R" on their chests.
"Team Rocket?" she asked curiously. The man and the woman were also clearly surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"Trying to catch this Pokemon." The mans eyes suddenly flared.
"That Pokemon belongs to Team Rocket! Get out of here now!" As Susan stared up at the mans beetroot face, she remembered the rumours she had heard about Team Rocket. About how they stole Pokemon or how they forced others to breed in tiny caged enclosures so that they could supply places like Celadon Coin Exchange. Eevee was also a very rare Pokemon, perhaps when she caught it Pidgey would obey her will. Even if he didn't, she thought, I would have no need for a Pidgey if I had an Eevee.
"There's no way I'm letting you take it. I got here first, so it's my Pokemon."
"You actually think you can stop us? Go Arboc!" With a loud hiss, the giant purple reptile appeared, spreading out its flaps to make itself look bigger. "Arboc" her Pokedex chimed, "the snake Pokemon. This…." But Susan wasn't listening to it. The Pokemon was strangely familiar to her. As she stared at it her head suddenly started to pound, black spots impeding her vision. Falling to her knees in front of the surprised Rockets, she clutched clutching her head as she gave in to the pain of splitting death beats, as if something was trying to break loose, her mouth open in a silent scream. Though her eyes were scrunched shut, an image suddenly came before her eyes. She was looking down at the big violet snake Pokemon. It was lying in a broken bloody heap before her. Blood was everywhere, she could feel it in her mouth, sticking to her fur and it was gathering in a huge puddle around the dead body. At least half of its skull was missing and there were huge chunks missing from its body, as if some monster had taken bites from it. She felt strangely empty of emotion as she stared down at it. No anger, no pity or regret. No feeling at all for the dead Pokemon. She became aware of a small whimpering noise. As she listened to it she suddenly realised that it was coming from her mouth. The storm of emotions and explosive pain suddenly returned, and she screamed out, her fingers digging into her skull as if she was trying to dig the pain out.
Unaware to her as she shook on the ground, the two Pokemon were pressing up against the legs of the two Rockets, both petrified of the girl. The Arboc twisted itself around the chest of the man, while the Eevee hid its face in the woman's arms.
"What's going on?" the man questioned, "I let Arboc out just to scare her…." The girl suddenly screamed again and the ground started to shake violently. As they struggled to stay on their feet both Pokemon attempted to bolt for the safety of the trees. Wild with panic, the Eevee clawed at the restraining hands and the Arboc twisted violently as it tried to escape. Slowly shaking grew less and less violent. As it finally stopped the Pokemon stopped struggling but both were still shaking with fear. The two Rockets glanced over to see that girl was no moving. As they moved slowly over to her they saw that the ground around her was cracked and splintered, as if something heavy had suddenly pressed down.
"I think we better let the Boss know about this."
I hope to have a new chapter of this up soon. Can you please review it and tell me what you think of it so far? Thanks to Farla for her advice with this.