A/N: Okay so this chapter will be a look into the cute... innocent... Eevee's mind and look at the human protagonist.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and yeah...
Chapter 1 – Chaos
The sound of the ferry bell brought the little creature from her thoughts on her grumbling stomach. The pings of hunger pains were beginning to annoy her far past what she could tolerate. Her crimson optics lazily glanced around identifying each being the walked down the boarding ramp. A female with a Ninetails and two males followed by a Hitmontop and a Houndour respectively were some of the last people to leave the boat.
Shaking out the leaves from her fur, 57 crawled out from under the bush into the open area of the beach. Her paws barely sank into the soft sand as she walked, the heat it contained not bothering her. Passing the little Poliwags, she recognized them as the ones from late last night. They all played in the small little group, only one lingering back from the rest. It looked depressed and his eyes expressed a level of pain. The Eevee stopped and watched him with a small level of curiosity; it seemed that it had gotten a glimpse into her mind when she touched him. She observed as the Poliwag waddled closer to the water with slight hesitation, the others moving to greet him. When they got close, he would swat them away with his tail, or hit them with a blast of water.
She then watched as most if not all the trainers stopped and stared at the odd behaviour. Her acute hearing picked up on everything they were saying; it seemed they weren't interested in the wild Poliwag at all.
"What is that?"
"Someone dyed her fur?"
"Look at those eyes... Creepy."
The Eevee twitched in irritation; she'd give them an actual reason to talk about her. Her tail swept along the ground creating a small cloud of small with a certain grace. As expected, they all watched, curious as to what she was doing. 57 chuckled to herself as she opened her mouth as it she was about to yawn, her fangs gleaming as a ball of orange and red flames danced along her tongue.
"Sh-She's about to use fire blast!" She heard a girl exclaimed in panic.
"Impossible!"
The genetically altered Pokémon only stood in response, her hind legs digging into the sand as the ball of flames grew larger and larger. Taking the formation of a star, she released the fiery blast at the concession stands. The wood went up in flames and spread towards the forest area in angered lashes.
57 turned to watch the male with the Hitmontop spring into action. The male was in his early 20's, his hair was blonde and slicked back with gel, and he wore khaki shorts and a white wife beater.
"Hitmontop, use triple kick!" His voice commanded as the upside Pokémon advanced on her quickly. His legs outstretched as the spike on his head cut through the sand with ease.
The shadow Pokémon sat there looking out at the approaching Hitmontop with mock amusement as a faint purple light surrounded her body. She sat back down as the spinning top Pokémon came to a halt and was shot into the sky. 57 walked towards the trainer, her back slightly arched downward as she licked at her maw hungrily.
His eyes wide, he turned and ran for the boat; and she let him run finding it all too amusing. Her tail curled upward and her hips wiggled as she lowered herself to the ground ready to pounce, you'd think the little creature was just being playful. Using her agility, she tackled the man into to sand, his body skidding to the water's edge. The waves reached far past his body, submerging his head every few seconds. The fine sand grains that stuck and clotted his throat muffled his cries as she began to dig through his side, her psychic ability holding him still as her claws dug. The tearing skin sent shivers along her spine as she made careful and precise cuts, ripping apart each layer of skin and muscle tissue. With his soft flesh torn open wide, his blood poured out onto to sand, turning the pure white colour of the beach to the crimson colour of her own dark optics. She stopped her assault momentarily to shove and nuzzle her nose into his gaping wound. Her tongue pushed aside the fatty tissue and her teeth took hold of the human's intestine severing it from away binds his body had on it. Grunting savagely, she pulled and began to walk backward, unravelling the lengthy organ into the sand.
Her tongue licking at the raw meat she briefly forgot about the only civilians as she started to chew on the fragile organ remembering how hungry she had been prior to the gruesome event. It wasn't until a blood curdling cry met her ears that she dropped the intestine as she again twitched it irritation. She turned her head and lazily watched as the tourists took off down the beach, only moving when a twitch in the sand caught her attention.
The Hitmontop groaned as she shadowed passed over his face, his trainer's blood dripping onto his cheek. Do not fear. Her voice echoed in his head as she trailed her little tongue along his cheek. Your trainer's death was not for nothing. The larger Pokémon couldn't move, nor did he dare to as the Eevee continued to trail her rough tongue along his skin. Down his jaw, along his exposed neck, her teeth nipped gently at the vital vein in his throat, the shudder she caused him only thrilling her more. Do you wish to know what I am going to do with you? She asked, as she returned to licking his face her paws on his shoulders. When he didn't answer, she extended her bloodied claws into his flesh, causing him to cry out in pain. I do not like being ignored.
'Please... Let go.' The Hitmontop pleaded and surprisingly, she complied.
57 hopped off his body, and took control of the organ she had previous dislodged from the now deceased human. A fitting end, I think. She thought to him before the purple glowing organ began wrapping itself around the Hitmontop's neck, the excess of it being shoved into his gasping mouth and slithered down his throat.
Not waiting to even saviour the death cries, she hopped on the fairy which was about to depart. It appeared the captain hadn't noticed a thing, as he spends his time reading the island no longer exciting or interesting. She sat on the deck open, licking at her fur to rid the blood that was smeared into it. Her ears were perked to the wind, her crimson orbs settling on the faint outland of main continent. She noted to herself that she'd have to be careful, her creators would be looking for her, and so would the vengeful human species.
Stacking the medicine boxes in the storage room, a boy sighed as he looked around. The room was a mess. A patient at the Pokémon centre had gotten loose and found its way into the storage room and destroyed everything in its confusion. An irritable sigh left his lips as he picked up another box sliding it onto the shift. Picking up a Sharpie, he wrote the contents on the side of it.
"You can call it a day. You've done a great job, Runen." Nurse Joy popped her head into the room, smiling at the boy.
"Sure thing Nurse Joy." The boy, Runen, answered.
He was around the age of 19, in training to be a Pokémon breeder. His hair was a light, sandy brown, a natural messy/spiked look to it. His skin which was normally a pale white was slightly tanned as he spent most of his free time out on the beaches studying the wild life. His emerald optics trailed over the now properly labelled boxes, the only thing left was to clean up the garbage that littered the ground.
"Tomorrow." He told him himself as he stepped out of the dimly lit supply room into the cheerful halls of the Pokémon centre. He smiled down at one of the nurse Pokémon as he passed through the heavy staff doors into the main room. They were more populated than usual; it was the time of year people left their lives to come here to vacation. Even now, in the early afternoon, it was busy.
Runen yawned as he punched out, and weaved his way to the entrance doors. It was a beautiful day as per usual in Porta Vista. The ocean and crowded beaches could be seen from where he stood, passed the towering hotel buildings. He had no interest of going there today however, exhausted from his 16 hour shift. The locals around greeted him as he walked along the street, though he barely gave them notice as he tried to remember what he needed to buy.
The store he entered was small and local, nuzzled between the commercial buildings. Inside, he felt even more lost as he racked his brain trying to remember what his mother wanted.
"Runen!" The cashier there, called him over. She was an older lady, a friend of the family and the sole owner of the grocery store. He smiled as he noticed the bags she had. "Your mother called me. She was worried you'd forget half the list, so I've gotten you the items she asked for."
Runen blushed, as he handed over the money. "Thanks, Mrs. Summerfeild." He picked out the bags. "I'll see you next week." Giving a short wave, he left the store, stumbling a bit as he yawned.
"You be careful not to break the eggs!" He heard her call out as the doors closed.
He walked the rest of the way home along the old sidewalks made of dirt and gravel. His house was part of the original layout before Porta Vista became so popular. Entering the residential area, it was apparent of how old the town really was. The houses weren't grand, but held a heritage characteristic in their design. His home was in located in the midst of the winding street, a two-story red bricked house with a willow tree that towered over the home in the backyard. There was no car in the driveway; his mother must have left for work early.
Unlocking the door, his sighed happily as the wave of cool air hit him. Kicking his shoes off, he put the grocery bags on the counter, his mother's Furret immediately investigating it. "Hungry?" He laughed softly as he reached into the cupboard.
The domesticated ferret Pokémon jumped off the counter, and sat in front of her dish, waiting for the human to pour her his homemade food. Her nose was already in the bowl as his poured to pellets into the dish, biting at the food greedily.
"Don't choke now." Runen smiled faintly as he put away the groceries and trekked up the stairs. Glancing at the clock, it read 2:30pm; the number caused him to groan as he collapsed on the bed, he'd shower when he awoke. He fell asleep almost immediately after his head hit the pillow, the Furret joining him a few minutes later. Fond of him, she curled up at his head falling asleep with him.
A/N: There will be more of him later. Lol Hope you liked it!
