Chapter 1
It's cold. I feel like I've been whipped and smothered with cold alcohol. I can feel my scars being open as I try to move. I can feel the tears in my eyes. There was a thunderous storm, the likes of Haiyan and Katrina. The wind howled like the souls of the damned. I try curling up to become warmer. When I tried to move I hear my bones crackle and ache like a clean fracture that had not been reset. My heart now beats like it wants to get out of my body; it beats deeper and faster and I feel increasingly more nervous and anxious. Thereafter, I tried calming myself to sleep which, inevitably, became crying to sleep since the pain was too much and I couldn't handle it. I doze off despite the aching and hope I'd never wake up again.
Moments later, I felt something. Was this the after life? The touch was warm but comforting. However, it started going to more sensitive wound areas. It was uncomfortable so I gave an audible noise to let them know. "Hello? Mister? Are you okay?" It was a child's voice. Well, at least I think it was a child. I still kept my eyes closed and just imagine that it was probably nothing. It kept nudging me to the point where it was fully just rocking me like a rocking chair. I gave in and woke up. I slowly opened my eyes. I struggled to see anything bright so I look at next best thing: the ground. The floor, as it turns out, is made out of floor, or rather more specifically stone. I tried to sit. That didn't work out well since my arms were always weak and feable. After that, I just didn't go for another attempt due to the irritating pain in all parts of my body aided with a trickling fluid. I, honestly gave up after this and proceeded to stare off into the distance wandering what is going on? "Oh good, you're finally awake. Did you try to cross the boarder there through that storm or were you mauled by ferals?" I got a bit shocked. First, excusez moi? Second, I swear I've heard that line before, but, more seriously, boarder crossing and feral animals? It is around this time that I regained my eyesight. Though I knew the floor was stone, I never knew that I was inside a cave. The trees look real yet foreign. The skies are blue and birds were soaring through the air. Then, I looked at the guy who spoke to me. Guy? What an exaggeration! He is not a person; no, no, he is a Pikachu. Yes, it was a talking Pokémon, which didn't exist until now. Like the normal human being, I began to question what is happening since a Pikachu just spoke to me in English. Then I realized, that I was not human. I looked at my hands to see that they're not hand but rather paws: paws of a cat, or is it a rabbit? Not only that but my hands, well former hands, were now pink. Quickly, my brain hit overdrive and just shut down.
Maybe I'm just going crazy. Maybe it's some sort of dream that I'm having. Nevertheless, I try to recall what happened to me. It was a dark night. I was in my apartment listening to whatever I had at that time. I think I was going to sleep when suddenly the door knocked. This moment was not out of the ordinary but I have to note that the song turned perfectly to Mozart's Requiem, specifically the Lacrimosa, as if forshadowing the events that is about to conspire. I looked at my door to see two men in black suits. My blood started boiling as my heart raised. I grabbed all of the things I need and went to a small compartment for hiding. There I heard it. It's as if judgement day has come and the angels are mourning for my loss. My room was set on fire. They trashed the place and just faffed around. They knew I was here. They battered every bit of object and pulverized it like it was nothing. It was the epitome of a Kafkaesque story and I watched as they burned all of my life's work into nothing. Not only that but my heart ached as I saw pictures of my family and riends from a long time ago thrown into the fire pit. They took what I had left of my family and burned it like the fires of hell came down. I saw them grin. A smile in their faces lets me know that they enjoy this, and for what reason where they doing this for? I kept quiet until they looked at where I was. I can try hiding farther but it was all too late as they menacingly walk towards me.
"You know what you did!" said the first guy. "We are only merely doing her bidding." I confronted them. I didn't hide anymore. To change things, one must act and so I did. "Do you think that what you're doing is right? Think of it, what if someone did this to you?" The first guy smirked and said, "I'd say, 'Well done but you'll have to try harder than that to crack me.' However, you're avoiding the issue Mister Xenos. For all your philosophical reason, you sure are such a coward, huh. How low must you stoop to oppose her, no shame her and ridicule her? She stands to bring liberty and freedom to those who're oppressed and yet you cherry-pick the most worthless of flaws to bring her down." I remembered that I took a stance against the injustices that the Union of People have done as the police of the world. Yadda yadda yadda; censorship's bad; beating people is bad; etcetera etcetera. However, though I knew the risks I was taking, I didn't know they would go to such extreme extreme actions. They are literally in the midst of erasing all that I am. Even then, they are quite the scum of the earth; promoting these types of actions like arson is probably their goals. "I do know, and I stand by it. I mean, look at what you're doing right now! You're commiting arson and breaking and entering! You're the epitome of what I've written. This is outright illegal!" "Tsk… It isn't illegal because we're doing!" He then proceeded to laugh. "Not only are you naïve, you're stupid too. I mean look at what surrounds you. This was all you're room. This was where you lived." He grabbed his gun and cocked it. "This is where you die."
He shot the gun. I quickly jumped out of the way, only narrowly missing my my chest, and throw a can of beans to him. He also tried avoiding it but it him in the face. By now, the second guy has finished burning everything in the apartment except the well hidden speaker still playing Lacrimosa. The second guy now tackled with all his might. I grabbed the manz punched him in the face, and kicked him in the sensitive area. Safe to say, he never got back in the fight. "It's all over Xenos! Whatever goes, you'll still lose." He was now aiming at me with his gun and it hit an area near my instestines. Thankfully, I only took a borken rib to that. Unfortunately, that rib caused me some serious pain and costed blood. I was beginning to lose blood. We wrestled and tried to avoid the fire in the middle of my room. With some struggle, I managed to get the gun and toss it in the fire. I tried escaping but he pulled me back into the room. He now has a tactical knife and started flailing around like hummingbird's wings. I tried using my arms to protect my neck. He striked me in every possible visible area and was suprisingly effective that when I pushed him backed I felt more pain than when he was trying to stab me. He tripped and fell, so I toom the opportunity, quickly snapped his neck, and knew that their chaos was over. I went to the bathroom and tried washing my cuts clean. I gave up as it increaingly got more painful to bear. The fire was still raging on and with the last of my strength I laid near the corner of the room and now lay there to die. To think that I tried fighting for my life only for it to fade out into darkness.
At least, until I woke up. Of course, I would have died then but somehow, I'm alive. That is, at least, I think I'm alive in this purgatory like world. Some of my cuts now stopped opening. My pain started to fade, and there's a nice zesty taste in my mouth. After all these shenanigins, I sat up and ponder on my body and its many different features. Obvoiusly, I am not human , physically, and it still weirds me out that my hands aren't hands. They're paws and they're pink in colour. As well as this my body color, or fur I should rather say, is the same pink hue. My feet are akin to those of rabbits. Lastly, the most shocking of observations, is the fact that I can move my tail bone, which is to say I've grown a tail. I have become a Mew. Shockingly enough, that Pikachu doesn't know I'm a Mew since it looked at me with a sort of puzzled expression. Just being here is confusing, so why should I bother making sense of it? While I was contemplating, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. It was a sticky note left in the ground with hieroglyphs that look like a coppy of the Rosetta Stone, but on further inspection it looked like the bastardization of the Latin Alphabet written with a resembling circle and dot. This was the Unown, or rather a script of the Unown. It says,
" Don't worry. I will come back later. Please elaborate your situation.
I mean no harm -Pikes ".
Oh, so his name is Pikes, I guess I should stop calling him just a Pikachu then. Maybe he can provide me information that I need about my whole body and stuff. I mean I'm still quite exhausted from the time I was killed so I'll best make it up by sleeping here. My eyes began to close and I was once again engulfed by the sweet embrace of slumber.