And so it begins, an attempt at a fanfic. Constructive critisism is welcomed, though often I already know what's wrong but don't know how to fix it. If you look at my fanfic history, you'll see that I am very inexperienced. However, this is no excuse! I shall strive to write and. . . stuff.

Anyways, read, deduce and enjoy the first chapter of my fanfic. xox

Pokemon = not mine.

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"Yeowch!" I cried as something sharply pinched my ear. I returned to my senses only to swiftly lose them again as I panicked. Huge hands were holding my body from the floor and when I opened my eyes I could only close them again as the intense light seemed to burn them. What the hell was going on? There were frantic voices and, no matter how much I struggled, those human hands would not release me from their firm grip.

"You let her sleep?!?" I was too frantic at the time to take in what they were saying and continued to try and wiggle from the tight grasp around me.

"I thought it would be good to let her get some rest," a younger, innocent voice explained.

"Not when your pokemon might have a concussion, we'll just have to heal her and hope she hasn't suffered any memory loss," I was transferred to even bigger hands with an even better grip. My efforts were futile; I even tried biting her, only to be punished with a tap on the nose. I attempted to squint my eyes open to get an idea of my surroundings for an escape plan, but the burning brightness of the room seared my eyes, and forced me to clamp them shut again.

I was placed in some kind of box and heard a thick lid close on top of me. I was poised, ready to defend myself against whatever fate this box had in store for me, but, much to my momentary surprise, a wave of pure pleasure ran from my muzzle to my tail and repeated, healing me.

It was psychotically cool and I imagined that this was what it was like to get high. I totally mellowed out from that machine and let my thoughts wander to what had just happened to me. Concussion? I thought dreamily. Isn't that the one when people get amnesia? How did I get a concussion? It was then that it hit me that I couldn't remember how I'd got a concussion. Dread began to slowly seep into my body, despite the trippy machine, and the more I thought about it the further I realised that I couldn't remember anything apart from the last few minutes. I wondered if I could trust either of those humans outside my protective box which was healing me. For all I knew, one of them could have poke-napped me, it could be how I got my injury, they could have stolen me from my real trainer. If I had a trainer. Or any kind of human owner at all. I could have just been caught from the wild. Is there anyone out there missing me or wondering where I am? For some reason I didn't think there was, though I couldn't say why. The hum of the machine got louder and the sensation became more trippy, until I eventually fell asleep.

"Lulu?" the girl asked quietly, stirring me from my forced slumber. Who the hell is Lulu? When I opened my eyes I panicked at the sight of her again. She knelt before the human bed on which I cowered, weeping in less than a second. "Oh, Lulu, you don't remember me? Can you remember me or anything we've been through? I'm such a useless trainer!" I didn't know what to do. I was Lulu? Even then I thought it was a terrible name which didn't suit me. Something stirred inside me, twisting in my gut. I didn't want to see her cry. I crept closer and patted the top of her head twice. From that simple gesture, she looked up at me and wiped her eyes, causing me to scramble to the other side of the bed again. "You're right; I should stop being such a baby." It was then that I decided she was one weird girl. "Maybe my other pokemon will help jog your memory." Everything was happening so fast.

The girl – whose name I still did not know – enlarged two pokeballs and released the pokemon inside with two bursts of white energy. I was ready for a battle, to the death if need be! Neither of them was very big, but one looked like he made up for his size in pure strength and experience, on his head was a huge skull and he held a bone like a weapon in his hand. The other was smaller and flew at me as a pinkish-purple blur, giving me a bone-crushing hug.

I wish I had been nicer to the little guy, but I was so startled I scratched his face and scrambled to get free. I don't think I actually hurt him, just surprised him. It didn't stop him from almost crying though.

"Owwww," he whined. "Lulu, why'd you scratch me?" He sniffled, trying to hold back babyish tears. He seemed so young and almost helpless that my defences wavered. Curses; that sudden twisting in my gut again. I could feel the marowak's eyes watching me from where he stood on the floor.

"Umm," my voice quavered. "Look, umm, sorry, kid, I- uhh, you frightened me when you jumped on me like that." I couldn't think what else to say; 'seems like we were great friends and all, but I don't remember you in the slightest'? It seemed a bit harsh. That and I thought it best not to upset these two pokemon who could probably beat me in a battle all too easily. I couldn't even remember what attacks I knew.

"Lulu," the hardened voice of the marowak said. "What's wrong?" His stern eyes glared directly into mine. I gulped. For the longest moment I stared back, wide eyed at him.

I answered him simply. "I don't remember you, either of you, or her," I indicated the girl who sat watching us. "I can't even remember my own name," I added quietly.

The two pokemon had completely different reactions at first. The little gligar laughed and said "that's a new one, Lulu!" and hugged me again, but the marowak kept his eyes on me. I saw them widen a little as he saw me awkwardly hugging the gligar back and squirming when he clung to me.

"Falcon," the marowak started. "I think she's telling the truth." The gligar – Falcon – released me and looked as if he was about to cry again.

"You don't remember us?" he whimpered. "Don't you like us?" Oh, come on! Who could be that innocent? I actually felt bad for not knowing him, like I had done it on purpose.

"Uhh, sorry," I mumbled.

"Well," the marowak said with his chin in his paw. "To begin with your name is Lulu."

I'm not stupid, they had called me Lulu several times after all, but that name didn't sit well with me. "It sounds wrong. Don't ask me why, but I'm sure that isn't my name."

"I was there when you hatched; you have always been called Lulu," was the marowak's simple answer. "You were hatched by our trainer, Faye. I am Sonny-"

"Sonny?" Despite his obvious power, his name did not sound very threatening. "She named you Sonny?" The name amused me for some reason.

"My original trainer named me Sonny; it's short for Santino. It meant something to her, but I never quite knew what."

"Original trainer?"

"And that's Falcon." Sonny finished off. "Any questions?" I shook my head slowly and moved and sat on the other end of the bed.

I was thankful that they left me alone.

I was so confused. This was impossible; I couldn't remember any of these pokemon or our apparent trainer. A small part of me didn't want to believe them, that I had so completely and absolutely forgotten these friends of mine. That same part of me told me they were lying, that I actually had a different trainer and different friends, but my mind gave me no alternatives, no memories of another human with whom I travelled and fought for. It wasn't fair that I couldn't remember them. Why didn't this feel right? I had no reason to trust them, but also no reason not to because I had no memories. Every thought I had was filled with doubt and nothing to back them up with. I didn't know what to do.

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Well? xox