I better start doing this…I do not own Pokémon in any shape or form, nor to I take credit for anything that may come from the series. It belongs to Nintendo, and this is purely a fan-made story for entertainment, not profit.
Chapter 1
This explains how I ended up in such a state. I'll spare you the details of the events between then and now, seeing as though you get the gist of it from a sentence or two prior. Just a misanthropist of a person who wandered all over the regions, no real goal in sight. Despite this, I still pushed to be a use to whoever seemed to deserve it. I can't live by myself through only things in the wild not can I?
I went to work every now and then in small towns that I came across, be it menial tasks or tiresome drudgery. Money acquired went to simple things like clothes and food, nothing else.
Anyone I met, whether they were nice or crude, I treated the same. I just ignored them for the most part, deflecting even the simplest of salutations in order to keep to the penetralium of emotions that made up my being. Why should I have to care about them? AZ gave me enough of a horror at my age, regardless of my level of mental maturity at that time, that scarred me beyond the help of any convalescence, not even the eternity to which I was bound. Bound to what I was part of, bound to a crime beyond humanity, or nature for that matter. Who would want to be friends with me, let alone give me a chance? It was better that I just left them alone, so that they didn't become aware of such a story. I just left after a while, so they wouldn't bear my tale on their minds.
A cycle like mine, no matter how hard I resisted, was bound to come to an end. It happened one night, a night that I dread to recall, yet bless at the same time…
I had been travelling east from the Johto region, deciding to head over into Kanto for a while. It was usually warmer there when winter rolled over into Johto, and though I'd usually be going to Phenac City in the far northwest, I chose the shorter trip ultimately. Of course, I forgot about getting around the peaks of Mt. Silver, but it was simple enough once I got the right tools.
The night was like any other, though the moon shone brighter with no clouds hiding it away. Some Pokémon came out to play, like the Zubat and Duskull from the woods around, while the rest took to their homes high and low. Some passed by me as I was tending to a fire on the side of the road, curious as to what one such as myself would be doing out alone in the woods, as well as eager to feel some of the heat from the burning material I was taking care of, which I was more than happy to allow.
There was even a Riolu out for an evening stroll, and joined me beside the warmth, though I could see a Lucario- its mother, no doubt- watching from a distance, making sure that it was safe. I pulled an Oran Berry from my pack to offer, which it eagerly accepted, the fire lighting up its smile as it munched down. It made me at peace, just to see a happy soul amongst the masses, which I could thank myself for causing.
A cry from the mother a moment later, and the Riolu was off into the night, only a small wave before it was out of sight. Content with the thought in my head, I turned back to the fire, adding some more twigs as I pushed the material closer together to conserve the heat.
It couldn't have been more than a few minutes after that when a faint scream dragged my attention away from the fire. My head snapped to the direction where I thought it had come from, and I stood up quietly, should it have repeated. It did, and so I doused the flame to a smoke and began in the way of the sound. I had just left a town in the other direction, so I didn't believe that I was close to hitting the next one. But, sure enough, I saw a light in the distance that was similar to that of my own. It was higher, on a house, however. I felt my heart drop at the sight of it, and broke into a sprint. The screaming picked up, with the occasional explosion making me jump as I drew near. I saw stray beams of fire and electricity cut through the sky above the horizon, making me think, "This is no accident.."
I felt the dirt turn to concrete under my feet, and I stopped to gaze around at the destruction surrounding me. There were people running from buildings in fear, as well as Pokémon. I needed to know what was going on. I stopped one to ask what had happened, to which they burst out, "T-team Rocket! They're attacking the town!" They broke from my grasp as they saw a shot of flames go up above.
"I have to help…I need to do something," I thought, breaking to the closest building I could to give assistance where necessary. I checked several houses, but they were abandoned. I stumbled upon a small Plusle in the corner, which I brought out and told it to get out of the area quickly. I was about to head into the adjacent apartment, when I heard someone around the corner, though it wasn't screaming.
"Come on, I haven't got all day! Give me your Pokémon, I see your Pokéballs right there!" I heard them say. The response was pleading to be let go, sounding like a hurt person. Heading around the side of the building, I stared at what I saw. A grunt from Team Rocket stood over a crouching man, pushing against the wall behind him, as if it would give out and allow him more distance from the attacker. A Houndoom stood next to it, ready to pounce at any moment, while other members stood behind him with their own Pokémon, watching.
"That's it, I don't have time for this. Use Bi-," the trainer was cut off before he could give a command to his Pokémon, who turned around in confusion, realizing what had happened.
A swift kick met the grunt in the middle of his sentence, sending him off onto his back against the sidewalk. The Houndoom was just as surprised as the rest of the Team Rocket. The man against the wall took this as his exit, and ran away from the scene without a second thought, giving me a grateful look in his eyes as he parted. Turning myself back to the main enemy, he regained composure, and grasping his jaw in his hand, glared in my direction.
"You little snot…" he muttered, rubbing the sore spot upon his jawwhere my foot made contact.
"Sorry, my foot must have slipped," I mocked. I wouldn't let him hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, and I would most certainly not let him take others' Pokémon. It seemed that the grunt didn't take well to my sarcasm, judging from his expression.
"Fire Blast!" The Houndour came to its senses, readying up a shot from its mouth, directed right at me. It didn't care that I wasn't a Pokémon, only that I was an enemy.
My eyes widened and dilated. I had no idea what to do. I couldn't run from it, probably couldn't dodge it, and most certainly couldn't counter it. By the time it was charged up, I had little time to react.
The shot was fired. My hands went up as my only option, bracing myself for what was about to come. A blast lighted up the area as it hit, making those watching squint for a moment at such brightness at night, surpassing even that of the fires around.
It felt like a number of needles piercing my arms, and I cringed at the feel of the burn, feeling each one individually in my mind. It hurt, but I could still take more. The grunt stared in disbelief, that a person could withstand a point blank Fire Blast at full force. His flabbergasting was shared by the rest, who gave the same disbelief at that witnessed
"What…are you…" he managed to spit out, having nothing else to say. His daze was soon snapped by a deep voice that called out from behind the group.
"Private! What are you doing!?"
The grunts stepped aside to allow for a man in a white suit, with grey-blue hair to advance towards the one he had called to. I couldn't move, still in partial shock from the impact of that attack, as well as not knowing what to do.
"Er, sir! My apologies, sir. It's just that…this boy just…" he tried to reason. The man grew impatient with this excuse, or lack of one, and made one for him.
"Did what? Tried to interfere? What did I say!? You cast them aside as well. Attack if they resist! Remember?"
"That's the thing, sir. He didn't go down, even though I tried…" the grunt partially explained, finding the words for what he saw.
"What, hitting him!?"
"Using a Fire Blast, boss. He took it head on, and he's still there!" one of the other grunts specified.
"Huh? Are you kidding me?" The man looked over at me, seeing the burn marks on my arms, which were still held up absentmindedly. A perplexed expression came from him, and he then gave a command to his assistant.
"Well, I've always had a desire for a lab rat. Gengar," he concluded, looking at me with eyes that made me cringe further. A moment after, an apparition came from the ground, purple all over, with two hands separate from the rest. The only thing that wasn't purple were the abnormal, blue glowing eyes that shot right at me. I didn't try to turn and run, because I knew I couldn't in that current state. I felt my legs give out under me, and my eyes pulled the curtains down, taking away my sight of the world around me. The ground came up to my back in a soft embrace, only because I couldn't feel that well. I didn't react to the forceful arms that raised me from the floor, or when they started moving in an unknown direction. Then, I finally lost all consciousness. I had no idea what was going to happen to me.
I wondered how that man was doing, the one I stepped in for. Then I wondered about the Plusle…then the lady who I stopped. I still remember the looks on their faces from that night. Did I do the best I could? Could I have done more to help? These questions have plagues my conscience far past that evening, always making me think back to my actions. Then again, who doesn't wish that they had done something differently? We all have our own regrets through life, and we always latch on to those little imperfections, as if they will be fixed if doted upon enough. I now know, that what's done if done, and there's no sense in crying to Dialga or Celebi to beg for change, because the past is set, and there's no going back. I then set to looking forward, but not without remembering those who imprinted on me that night. I always look back to those in particular, to remember that…well…I don't know…why do I recall them? To remind me to try better, or to give motivation to do what's right? Yes, that may very well be it.
But enough of that. This is the night that brought me back to the world of civilization, though forced. It was tragic at first, but if it weren't for that, then I wouldn't be where I am now. It was worth what I went through, as you'll soon see.
Thank you for reading, if you did. I hope you enjoyed it, and I am sorry (if you were waiting) for the time it took. I can't promise anything when it comes to consistency with these updates, but I will take my time to make these chapters decent.
If you have any ideas, or comments, please do leave a review, for I am looking to create my own works of literature once I grow up. This is just that first step. If you are interested in beta reading, then let me know. Have a very merry Christmas, and a happy New Year on top. Now, since my family's asleep, time to go look at presents…
