Well, I moved him back to the bed. Perhaps he won't freak out next time he comes to like last time. In fact, it surprising me that I didn't freak out with him. Still, what is he? I have never seen anything like him. While pondering what in the world he could be, I began slowly pacing on my log from end to end. He slept so soundly on my makeshift bed. Instantly, I turned away. I'm too damn hormonal. A better question would be what he was doing way up in the sky. By the looks of him, there was no possible way of flight—plus, the way he reacted to falling told me it wasn't an everyday experience for him. All this thinking just added to the list of things I needed to ask him when he finally came back. Of course, assuming he doesn't freak out this time.
I felt my sub-conscious melting away and my awareness returning to me. I slowly opened my eyes and leaned forward. Once again, I was under a small structure of leaves, the same one as before. My vision was still hazy, and I was still hoping this was all a dream; the pain emanating from the back of my skull told me it was not. There was a makeshift-bed made out of some dried grasses. I don't remember it being there before, but my mind was a bit out of whack when I first woke up. I think somebody moved me on top. Could it have been that Blaziken that I had seen earlier? I would assume so. Who was she, anyways? Now that I think about, there are a lot of questions on my mind. The most prominent one is how I ended up in this absolutely ridiculous situation.
Okay, I need to calm down: it is time to organize my mind. So I got home from work. Made myself some food then proceeded to sit on the couch. Afterwards, I went to my basement to play something. Or did I try my hand at painting? No, I went straight to my PC. But, my computer was freaking out due to a pop-up. Said pop-up forced the cursor to press it. I'm in a different world now? God, I don't understand anything that's going on. I got over this kind of shit once I turned sixteen, so having this kind of dream is completely out of the question.
"Son, what do you want to do when you get older?"
The small boy sat silently, looking at his father with watchful eyes. "I want to go somewhere, anywhere."
"Ah, like the city?" The father picked the child up and placed him upon his shoulders. From this height, the little boy could see everything the world had to offer him. None of it interested little Drew. 'Anywhere' wasn't the right word to describe what he had meant. It was too young for him to think of things beyond his realm. Yet, he had that dream anyways. He wanted something different: something more. The boy's eyes were open wide to the possibilities of going to any other world. The spirit of passion came upon his soul, only to be ruthlessly crushed by the cold expectations of reality.
The child ceased to dream as he grew in age. The wonders of life no longer appealed to him by the time he finished high school. After he moved away from his home, he never had any friends again. Making friends didn't matter to the boy. His only friend, Justin, was lost from then on. He never met Justin after he moved. Justin was lost along with the hopes and aspirations for life. These thoughts never left the boy's mind, even as he became a man. Rather, they were separated from the world; placed into an air-tight chest in the back of his vast mind. It was his hope that had hidden itself. It didn't die. Rather, it saved itself by creating a barrier from the realities placed before it. It went into a deep slumber, which it may never wake from again.
Eventually, my mind ceased to race with endless thoughts and ideas. I crossed my legs and looked around. The cool night air felt fantastic upon my face, and the moon shone so brightly on this night. Then, I saw her again. She was still a Blaziken. She still freaked me out a bit, but the shock wasn't as great this time around. Thank God. She was sitting on a log that cut across the stretch of grass—with head resting on her gray hands, elbows on her knees, and her blue eyes fixated on me. The moonlight light reflected from them elegantly. It seemed as though she had been sitting there for quite a long while. I slowly turned to face her, feeling relatively self-conscious; I have a tendency to mutter to myself while thinking. After locking eyes with her for a few seconds, we both shied away from each other's gaze. The air became an absolute void of silence that nothing dared to penetrate. Awkwardness began to creep into the back of my mind. It occurred to me that she must be experiencing the same level of awkwardness as I was. I should try to break the silence.
"You were the one that caught me, right?" I nearly choked on the words.
As I turned to face her once again, she did the same. Then responded with, "Yes, actually. Do you mind if I ask what you were doing way up there?"
"I… have absolutely no clue. I really don't. What I remember doesn't seem to match up with where I've ended up." I laughed subtly.
She chuckled as well, "So, what is your name, stranger?"
The way she said stranger was relatively… sexy. "Drew, yours?"
She smiled in a benevolent manner, "Blair."
It's still hard to comprehend the fact that Blair could talk, being that she was a Blaziken. I may not be able to remember much about Pokémon, but I do know one thing for sure: they couldn't talk. Well, at least I didn't think so. It makes me wonder if I fell down the stairs in my house and I'm just in a coma, having this weird-ass dream. Probably not, considering that pain can't be felt in dreams. Or can it? I have no clue. So, I put all these thoughts and got on with the conversation.
"So, uh, where am I? I know this probably sounds stupid, but I have no idea." I asked her half jokingly.
She thought for a few moments, and then replied, "Well, no one ever truly named this place. It's just a plain island, as far as I can tell. Ah, that wasn't supposed to sound sarcastic. Sorry."
"It's all right. So, are there any humans around?"
"Humans? Humans have been gone for hundreds of years. Hell, nobody can even remember what they looked like. Wait, why would ask such a ridiculous—" I cut her off, in an incredibly rude fashion.
"Wait, what?! What do you mean by 'gone'?"
The look in Drew's eyes was so incredibly desperate. It seemed to me that all hope was lost in those eyes. As though he never wanted to live again in a way. But, on the other hand, it also appeared to be filled with something equivalent to an undying flame of passion. One that seemed to fit in those eyes.
"They just disappeared one day. No one knows what happened, not even Ate."
"Who in the hell is Ate?!" His voice was alive with rage and anger. Why was he so infuriated by this? It's not like he is a… Oh. That must be it. Is he human? Wait, no. That can't be true. They've been gone forever, now. In the small chance that he is human, why is he here? Rather than ask him directly, I could go speak to Ate.
I eventually answered him, "He's the oldest Alakazam currently alive. Not even he knows much about the humans."
Her words echoed through the empty halls of my mind. At that point, I crouched down, trembling with anxiety and fear. Was I really the only human alive? What the hell happened? How did all of the other humans disappear? Did they die? Is this just a curse that has been cast upon me? What's going on? The same question that I put to rest from earlier came back into my mind and began loitering in my thoughts. I could feel myself whispering questions under my breath. I felt a nudge on my shoulder. Then another.
"Hey, um, are you going to be alright?"
My lips trembled, "I—I'm not sure."
I locked eyes with her, "Did the 'humans' really matter to you?" She put a strange emphasis on the word humans.
I shook my head. The way she said humans bothered me, as though it was alien. Then, at the same time, I wasn't really a human. Not in the usual sense, anyways. I've always been different, but not to the extent of hating my own race.
"Don't worry, besides why would you need them all of the sudden. They've never truly existed to you anyways."
That last thing she said hit me like a train. Did she even know that I was human? Wait. Wait, wait, and wait. She didn't know that I was. In fact, she had no idea. 'They've never truly existed to me' still applied to me. I never had any close friends. My parents and I acknowledged each other as family and that was it. I stopped trembling.
She looked down at me, confused for a second.
"So, your name is Blair?"
She nodded in reply and said, "Yep. And this is my home." She spun herself around and thrust her arms into the night as though showing off the epitome of greatness before. Of course, she began laughing immediately. "I realize this isn't much. Hell, I don't even have a legitimate roof over my head. But, it's absolutely perfect for me. What do you think?"
The tension in my shoulders faded away and I felt relaxed. "I think it's one of the most beautiful places I've ever laid my eyes upon." I said this while thinking of this place, and of her. "It's completely in touch with nature. The moon can be seen in the sky, accompanied by all of her children: the stars. Around us, life radiates from the flora. Happiness seems to find its way to this little forest. And that is what makes this home nice." I smiled at her.
"Wow, it sounds to me like you're impressed or something!" Blair reddened a little. "Don't you have a nice home, too?"
Now that I think about it, I didn't anymore. My home wasn't nice, nor was it in this world. "Ah, not anymore. My house wasn't all that great. That doesn't matter anymore; it's gone now."
"You don't have a place to go back to? Like, nothing at all?" Her voice showed signs of sympathy. "What happened to it?"
I sat silently, thinking. "Well, it just disappeared. You know how these things can happen."
"So, you're homeless… That's terrible!" I could see her feathers begin to puff up in an odd fashion. "You could stay with me. If you want." She wouldn't face me while she said that. In my opinion, it was quite an attractive gesture.
"If you really are okay with doing this, I guess I could stay here. Besides, you seem to be a nice enough girl."
On that cool summer night, something unlocked in the back of my mind. Something was released, and it began a slow change in me.
EDT: Finished this one, finally. I hope this task doesn't take too long! Once I finish, I can return to creating the story. Favorite, Follow, etc. All that jazz. I hope that some of my older readers are actually re-reading this fan fiction as I go back through it.