Ok, I was just sitting in front of my computer, bored as usual with most of the crappy (no offense) fan-fics that people keep writing. I honestly hate stories with anything to do with the TV show (other than the pokemon –laughs to self- ) and the one shots stink also –does not bother to read them- and I was having writers block with my other story. Then all of a sudden a whole new story flung itself into my head and I almost yelled out "OH-EM-GEE!" because I had just planned out an entire story in 5 seconds. So I immediately opened a blank document on Microsoft word and here I am, typing this little rant to you, hoping that you will enjoy my story; and not start crying as I did when I made the plotline because it's a bit sad and I get attached to characters. Ok then, done with my rant, on with my story
Disclaimer- Do I have to stick a sign on my chest that says "I don't own pokemon, only the characters I make up"?
Flashback
Crowds cheering and booing. Yells all through the stadium. The silent and swift thoughts running through the trainers heads, taunting them, like holding a coveted bone in front of a dog, just out of reach. Thoughts of winning, strategies, what the other is thinking. The thoughts of holding the trophy above their heads, basking in the glory of their pokemon's strength. All this happens, just as always, in the pokemon league tournament.
A young girl and her arcanine stood on one side of the battlefield; a young man and his scyther on the other. Both pokemon were panting; them being the last choices the trainers had for that match. Evenly matched they were, even though the arcanine had a type advantage, the scyther had more experience than he.
The trainers were sweating. All their emotions flashing through their eyes. The one who won would be known throughout history, as are all those who beat the league and all the trainers in it.
"Bart Extreme speed!" The young girl bellowed out to her arcanine.
"Scyther, slash!" The young man called out.
The arcanine ran. He was an orange blur across the field. He ran at increasing speed toward the scyther. The bug pokemon lifting its scythes to attack, the arcanine was just in front of him when he slashed out. With his lightning quick reflexes he drew blood. Too much for a simple slash at the side. No, the scythes did not cut a long slash across the broad chest of the huge dog, but rather, in his haste the scyther had kept its scythes outright, not flat. If you do not know what this meant, then to put it bluntly, the arcanine was stabbed in the chest instead. Through the heart, in a burst of blood.
The crowd gasped as they realized what had happened. The trainers stood wide eyed. The scyther backed away from his misdoing. The arcanine hit the ground with a thud on its side. Dead. The young girl fell to her knees, crying for all it was worth. He lost championship, the embarrassment, and for most of all, her favorite pokemon. All she could think about was him being right there, lying on the ground only meters in front of her, gone forever.
End flashback
The girl woke with a start, crying and screaming. It was two years after that fateful event had occurred, and she just so happened to be that young girl who lost her arcanine to a pokemon's mishap. There was nothing they could do when the medics got to the body, but everyone already knew that. It still hurts her to that very day how much losing Bart the arcanine took a toll to her life.
Thirteen year old Rachel had quit pokemon training right after that, for what everyone knows, forever. She had set free her pokemon into the wild, telling them she couldn't bear to lose any of them like Bart. What had happened that day was a one in a million chance. But she still couldn't bear it at all. She had that nightmare every night, ever since he died. She would always wake up with a start then, crying and screaming as she had just done. Nothing was and would be the same.
Her family had gotten used to it after about a month and let her be. Everyone in Elwood knew about what happened. Elwood was the town she grew up in, and they were so happy she made it to the final round of the pokemon league, and pitied her when she came back with all that new weight on her shoulders. Everybody thought she deserved room, so they stayed away for her to keep to herself. They were wrong. She needed somebody to share the weight with her. But nobody would, and as far as she knew, never would.
But today she knew it in her heart and soul that something would happen. Something special. Something that would change her pitiful life now and forever. The funny thing was, it was the same feeling she got when she woke up Christmas morning and found a growlithe with a bow on its head at the foot of her bead, wagging its tail and looking innocently at her chewing on one of her pokemon plushies.
She woke up slowly and got dressed as she always did. And to any who might want to know, her preference for everyday since the tragedy was black jeans and a black shirt. She long since admitted to herself that trying to forget would never happen, so she instead remembered it everyday. Neither would make it better or worse, she knew that. But it was all she could do for herself.
She walked down the hallway of her one story house, on her way to the bathroom; after she brushed her teeth and did the necessary things she went to the dining room where breakfast awaited her. The lovely smell of perfectly cooked pancakes dripping with maple syrup met her nose as she walked in. Her mother and father awaited her like always. Nothing special now. She sat down and started eating on the circular table, in-between her mother and father.
Her father was reading a newspaper while trying to eat quickly. Multitasking was never easy for him, but he was late for work. He was a doctor for pokemon. He took care of injuries the machines or centers could not heal. A shame he couldn't revive the dead. So many pokemon died before getting to him because they were not quick enough. There was no hope for Bart though. A pity it was. Her mother took her sweet time, she wrote books at home. The family had always been a fan growlithes, so almost every book she wrote revolved around them. That is why Rachel got Bart as her first pokemon. The family was in a deep loss of what to do when their dear girl came home, hopes and dreams shattered. They eventually got over it, they didn't see Bart die. They had closed their eyes at that moment, not wanting to see the expected loss of the league. They didn't expect it when they opened their eyes to see a bloody battlefield and a dead arcanine.
She wrote a book about Bart and his trainer. Being vague at parts for she did not want people to know exactly who she was writing about. It took her over a year to write that two-hundred and eleven paged book, Rachel read it over many times, taking every detail to memory. It took Gloria to write it so long because at some points she would just break down crying and would not stop for hours. Gloria was Rachel's mother's name. Rachel had never cried about anything after that day. Except, of course, when she woke up from her nightmare, shaking violently and trying to stop.
It's hard to forget, sometimes remembering makes it all the more better. She laughed about it once. How that scyther had forgotten one thing nobody thought one born with scythes would ever forget. Rachel knew what happened though. She couldn't tell anyone, they would think it was just her anger and sadness trying to find something to blame. The scyther murdered Bart intentionally. She saw the look of satisfaction in the other trainer's eyes. They wanted the trophy and glory so badly, and knew that one slash wouldn't be enough. So they resorted to murder. They put on a guilty and unknowing act after the deed was done. They got the trophy, but not the glory they wanted. All that glory was turned to pity for Rachel and Bart. Rachel knew that, right down to the heart. But she never told anyone.
It's hard to forget, when something so precious is lost forever. It's hard to know that someone's greed had gone so far as to make your life miserable. It's hard to know that that person who took away that most precious thing doesn't feel any guilt about it.
End Chapter
I leave you on this for now. I started crying as I typed that. Talk about getting attached, eh?