Pokemon: Endwar's Aftermath Chapter 1, a pokémon fanfic

Chapter 1: Public Enemy

Chimcity, Ruins of Bokn, Norway

27.08.2023

05.05 Hours

Even in the quiet of the Night, Chimcity was bristling with life of Pokemorphs, either amusing themselves at the open bars or at the late stores shopping, such as clothes and video games...

"Get him! its the Shadowthief!" or in Eirik's case, chasing him across town, trying to kill him because of a simple loaf of bread he stole from the Town bakery.

As for his title, The Shadowthief... the loaf of bread was the only thing he had stolen This night...

He had made visits on many nights before, always wearing an ugly mask to hide his face, a black set of clothes, and always returning to his home with something in hand...

Today however his adventure into town had been rather fruitless, as he normally would return with a bag full of either food, tools, equipment or other things, while today, he had made a fluke, and only managed to snatch a loaf of bread before he was discovered.

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The mob wasn't many today, being around Twenty or thirty in total, Eirik really didn't have the time to stop counting them, and he doubted that they really had the patience to permit him.

He continued to run, continuously dodging the elemental attacks the Morphs were either throwing, spitting, or launching at him, and continuously ignoring the death-threats and insults that they continued to shout at him.

He dived for one of the alleys, knowing full and well that the Morphs wouldn't fall for it, however tricking them wasn't exactly his motive just yet.

As the Morphs got into the alleyway, they found their hated Shadowthief running towards the other side, looking as though he believed he had eluded his pursuers.

The other end of the alleyway however, was soon filled with Morphs that apparently had decided to flank him if he had planned to run in that direction.

That's where they were went... Eirik thought to himself as he stopped, looking around in the alleyway for a way to escape

"There's no escaping now, puny human!" one of the Pokemorphs shouted, preparing to end the life of the one who had been bothering them for around ten to eleven years.

Eirik was trapped, there wasn't even a manhole to crawl into, yet he had planned for this, merely smiling, before shouting "Scout, Now!"

A blinding light erupted above the alleyway, making everyone in it turn away from the light, and Eirik, giving him time to escape.

As the light dimmed, the people turned to Eirik again, ready to gut, stab and behead him, only to find that he was no longer there.

The Morphs instantly reacted, shouting questions such as "where the hell did he go!" and "Where is he?" along with comments and curses that should never reach the ears of children.

One of the morphs reacted a little differently, soon shouting "don't just stand here, spread out and find the human, we mustn't let him escape again!"

the crowd dissipated, organizing several smaller groups to spread out and try to find Eirik...

"How come nobody ever thinks of looking up when they are searching for someone?" Eirik Asked sarcastically as he looked to the crowd under him. The Flash that Scout had provided him had helped him scale the wall of a nearby building when nobody was looking, although it wasn't that easy when he had trouble seeing himself, he had done it plenty of times before to know what to do.

A small, somewhat healthy pokemon landed next to Eirik, with the term small used loosely, being over half of Eirik's height, although she was smaller than the average Beedrill.

It had four insect feet, although one of them had a small scar, which no enemy had been able to see yet, while the rest of the body was somewhat the same as the average Beedrill; yellow body with two black stripes on the abdomen, as well as three stingers, two on its upper legs and one on the earlier mentioned abdomen.

Scout looked towards Eirik, his red eyes, although hard to read by the normal man, practically screamed "seriously? You think about that now!"

"What? It's something that has always annoyed me" Eirik exclaimed "I mean seriously, how hard is it to figure out that someone is above you, when they've vanished without a trace in a city or a forest?"

"How hard is it to realize when somebody is right behind you?" a Sarcastic voice erupted behind the two, making them turn towards whoever was behind them.

It was a Pokemorph, and from the equipment he wore, he was quite high class in the Empire's society.

From his Tonfa like arms, red chest crystal, and freaky green and blue gladiator-helmet like hairstyle, he was obviously a Gallade Pokemorph, his Red eyes directly aimed at Eirik, standing ready to fight the thief.

Eirik stood there, surprised at the sudden appearance of a Morph, before he calmly said "ops..."

For some time, the two merely looked at each other, Eirik trying to spot an escape route, while his adversary, probably had already thought of fifteen ways to kill Eirik, of which ten probably included the Gallade throwing him of the roof.

"How did you figure out that I was here?" Eirik asked indifferently, preparing himself for a duel, which probably would be his end.

The Gallade gave a little grin, before he replied "When you got a brain, it's not that hard to figure out..."

Eirik couldn't help but laugh at the comment, this guy was deliberately mocking his own people, probably not even realizing it himself "he-hey, a Morph with a sense of humor" he said, stopping to laugh some more, before he decided to add "you don't see that everyday!"

Gallade however, resumed to the task at hand, quickly deciding to say "watch it human..." which pretty much removed Eirik's amusement.

"and there it ended..."

The Gallade ignored the comment, calmly announcing "you're under arrest by the Chimcity Police department"

"says who?" Eirik asked, he hadn't seen many from the Town's police department, so he knew there weren't many of them in the city that had a high-

"Chimcity's Chief of Police..."

This surprised Eirik, the highest ranking officer in the police he had seen had been a Sergeant, and even that guy had stumbled upon Eirik on complete accident, never have a police officer been sent out to give chase after Eirik.

"oh my" Eirik said mockingly, deciding to add to the mock "a high ranking police officer actually cares enough to meet me, I'm honored..."

The Morph was starting to loose patience, that much Eirik could tell, but...

"I'm sorry" he said, preparing to explain "but I have no intention to get jailed, there's too much to do, and too little time to do it"

The Gallade gave a sigh, almost sounding if he had been hoping that this would go without struggle

"so we must fight then?"

Eirik gave a sigh, looking quickly over to Scout, who nodded, before he calmly replied "not me, but..."

He immediately pointed towards the Gallade shouting "Scout, Pin Missile!"

Scout immediately took of, the two stingers on his front legs getting enveloped by a bright light, before launching several smaller versions of the stingers, all aimed directly at the Gallade morph.

The Man merely sighed, before he raised his left arm, his eyes flashing blue, stopping the attack with confusion.

"you didn't really think you could win with such a move did you" he asked as he looked behind the failed Pin Missile attack, only to see that the two were no longer there.

"No but it was the perfect distraction!" the Gallade turned to the right where the voice had erupted from, only to find that Eirik already had found a way to jump over to another rooftop.

"wha-" the Gallade said, nearly loosing his focus on the Pin Missile, stopping them from hitting him just in time, although they came too close for comfort.

"See Ya!" Eirik shouted with a grin, starting to run of towards the wastelands of Bokn

"H-hey! Get Back Here!" this made the Gallade loose his focus, making the missiles speed up again, exploding as they hit him, ramming him into the wall of a second building, and knocking him out cold as he did...

Eirik continued to jump from roof to roof, occasionally being forced to hide behind whatever he could while waiting for either a search group searching the roofs, or young couples making out in the moonlight, personally, Eirik preferred the mobs, them he could sneak around, especially if they were facing the other way.

Eventually he reached his goal, a large wall constructed around the settlement, as the means to keep the so called "treacherous human bastards" out of the city, where there was only one way out, and one way in.

and unbeknownst to the Empire, a secret entrance that Eirik had found years ago to gain entrance to the city.

Scout had earlier on left, to keep a lookout from the sky, the city had a bug problem already, so it didn't matter that much if they saw one separated from the rest, which made Scout the ideal air control for Eirik.

Eirik arrived at a small abandoned alley, the buildings there built directly into the wall.

There wasn't much in the alley, save for a few trash cans and a manhole, this alley had been relatively unused by the empire, and it was to small to fit a building, meaning no one would use it.

Eirik approached the manhole, carefully opening it, for it was in the sewers his escape would be possible, seeing as it led below the wall, and out to the sea.

As he entered the manhole, he looked to Scout. The Beedrill had seen that his work was done, and had already begun planning his way to the regroup point, leaving the perimeter of the city.

Eirik crawled back into the manhole, closing it above him, afterward dropping into the darkness of the sewers, proceeding out of the City...

and into the Ruins of Bokn...

Chimcity Outskirts, Ruins of Bokn, Norway

06.00 Hours

In the small forest outside Chimcity, one man was standing, waiting for his companion to arrive.

He wasn't young anymore, although he couldn't be classified as old just yet, being Twenty-eight years old, his red hair being actually cleaner than when he had joined the Brotherhood.

It had also been cut shorter, although it wasn't exactly cut good, with several pieces of hair being shorter, or longer than what he wanted, but such was the fate of those without a good barber...

his bear however looked a little better, as he had gotten better at shaving with a rusted kitchen knife, although he still wasn't too good on it.

His clothes hadn't changed since he joined the Brotherhood, with the only difference being that they had gotten more worn during the years, to the point of ripping if he made one stupid move.

Other than that, a few bruises, and the fact that he weighed less than the average man during the golden age, he was actually very lucky, considering that he had his life, often food to eat, clean water, and the most important thing; loyal companions.

Tor looked to the City again, seeing the city slowly returning to life again, meaning that either the sun was rising up again, and he just couldn't see it, or Eirik had gotten himself in trouble again...

"Ah this is just great, Just Great!" Tor said to himself, realizing that it was the latter, cursing both mentally, and directly to himself. He had told Eirik to be careful fifteen times, every single time he went into the city, yet Eirik continuously got in trouble whenever he got into town.

As a sudden familiar sound came above him Tor stopped cursing, if Scout was here, it meant that Eirik had escaped the City.

Tor looked up to a nearby tree, seeing Scout as he landed on a branch to rest after a hard day of work, getting as much rest that was possible during the time it took for Eirik to get to the forest, to get moving and return to the home.

It took over half an hour before Eirik arrived, having ditched his thief clothes, and mask, revealing how he looked under his mask.

Eirik had suffered over the last ten years, and not just due to the lack of food and medicine, but he had scars covering almost his entire face, and Tor knew that it wasn't just there, but the entire upper body, although he wasn't that damaged under the Belt.

His blond hair had been damaged and ripped in several places, making it appear as if he had cut his own hair only halfway through.

His rags were still the same as when he had settled down, although he had somehow managed to keep them in better condition that Tor's own clothes, but that was only by a thin margin.

"you're late Eirik" Tor said irritated.

"what I had a time limit?" Eirik said mockingly, although a little confused

"No, but you normally would be able to get in and out much quicker" Tor commented, pointing towards the Town, which by now were sending Flying Morphs to scout out Eirik.

"sorry, I got a little sidetracked" Eirik said, sounding almost a little apologetic, although Tor knew that he wasn't being serious, in the years Tor had known him, he rarely was.

Tor gave a sight, while Eirik wasn't exactly the most serious guy around, his sidetracks were never any good.

"what happened this time" Tor asked preparing for the worst that Eirik could spout out

"I almost got caught"

"What!" Tor shouted, making Eirik shush him, some of the town's police were starting to spread out

"Calm down, don't freak" he said, getting ready to clamp Tor's mouth shut if the police got any closer, so they wouldn't hear them shouting at each other

"I told you before!" Tor said, getting slightly annoyed at the constant comment "I only freak when something goes wrong!"

Eirik wasn't going to let the comment go, he never did "considering that something always goes wrong, that does explain much"

"shut up!" Tor shouted, making Eirik shush him once more, the cops were getting closer to them...

"we'll let it slide for now"

Tor nodded, now remembering the threat of the soldiers that could simply kill them for being nearby.

However, Tor's curiosity got the better of him, making him ask "was this loaf of bread all you managed to grab this time?" pointing towards the bread in Eirik's left arm

Eirik suddenly got a little paler, immediately answering "sadly yes..."

"Dam it Eirik!" Tor said irritated, before he was shushed by Eirik again, reminding him the position they were in.

"it was a poor run today, I admit" Eirik said, although he didn't sound all to apologetic with the comment.

Tor had to force away his urge to shout, seeing as the police was getting rather close to the forest.

"anyhow" Eirik whispered, signalizing Scout to return to the house, which the Beedrill did gladly, before Eirik turned back to Tor, whispering "maybe we should probably get back before the others start to miss us..."

he paused, thinking to squeeze one last comment before the two left, he turned around and whispered "or before the Empire hear you complaining and decide to shut you up..."

"lets just go..." Tor whispered, getting a slight paranoia from the police closing in...

Ruins of Bokn, Norway

07.30 Hours

Morning arrived, and Eirik and Tor soon found themselves close to their home...

They had decided to remain on the road, or what was left of it from the Endwar, with Scout for some reason having decided to stay and keep a watch over them, although neither of the two could blame him, the last time Scout had left, they had been plundered by bandits.

They walked in silence, not really having much to discuss, mostly because they either talked about farming, building, and stealing from the empire; the farming went well so they didn't talk about that, they had no more materials to build from so there was no point in discussing that out in the open, and neither really wanted to discuss today's Supply run, meaning that it wasn't much to talk about...

eventually Eirik decided to break the silence, although he couldn't think of much to say, merely asking "so... how's the farming going?"

Tor didn't answer immediately, trying to find something to describe the situation, although he could only think of one thing

"good, it goes pretty good"

"cool"

Tor was next to ask a question, although he already knew the answer "how's the construction work?"

Eirik gave a sigh before he answered, although "not that good... I need more wood..."

"Dang" Tor said, pausing before he asked "do you know where to get more?"

Eirik gave another sigh, remembering the current predicament that cost him valuable resources, replying "considering that Brick and his goons have hauled up in the normal spot, no..."

"dang..."

After that it became quiet again, meaning that they officially had run out of things to talk about.

Haven, Ruins of Bokn, Norway

07.47 Hours

The house had improved over the ten years, with the damages inside the basement being completely fixed, and the floor on the first floor, having been completely repaired, giving the Brotherhood some real shelter.

Although both the first and second floor had to be removed to repair the basement, some of the First floor had been rebuilt, giving us some extra rooms with roof, although it wasn't rebuilt as properly as the basement.

The yard had also been improved, with some of the grenade holes refilled, while the rest had been filled with water.

Tor and Eirik had also used some of the stolen goods to turn much of the yard into farmland, which grew mainly strawberries, carrots, wheat, salad and potatoes, all stolen from Chimcity.

Northeast of the rebuilt house a young forest lay, planted with the seeds that Tor had somehow managed to find in the smoking ruins this land once was, varying from blueberry bushes, plum trees, and the normal, to young to be cut down Scots-pine trees, that they had planted, as well as a small spot where they had set up for the small apple trees.

The corpses in the lake had also been removed, although several of the corpses had already sunk to the bottom, making them impossible to reach, and their diseases infesting the waters until they rotted completely away, meaning that the group had to carefully clean the water before they could drink it.

The construction area northwest of the house had also been built on, having been turned into a makeshift barn, with a with a fence built with some of the wood that the Brotherhood had managed to gather.

The barn itself wasn't much to talk about either, being scrapped metal and wood that Eirik and Tor had managed to find in the ruins of a nearby village ruin, with a piece of a barn roof, used as a door.

Eirik gave a sigh, after living here for ten years, he still couldn't get used to the changes that had been made to his old vacation home.

"well..." he said, catching the attention of Tor, before he finished "we're home..."

"yeah..." Tor said, sighing as he did, before he decided to add "home, sweet wreckage of a home"...

Author's notes:

I decided to begin this a little like the others began theirs, with the main character being on the run from a mob, and escaping with skill, as well as luck.

I've also decided to include the introduction of two new Brotherhood members in the next chapter, as well as the introduction of some new Pokemon in the group as well.

As for this part of the Story line, it will be mainly the introduction of Characters, especially the Brotherhood, and some of their enemies and allies.

Anyhow here is this Chapters part of the Time line, starting from 1955

1 November. 1955: USA enters the Vietnam war, but is this time without any support from the Pokemorphs, China tries to draft Pokemorphs into the army to assist Northern Vietnam, but a mass desertion leads the drafting to a drastic halt.

30 April. 1975: the Vietnam war ends, and the Pokemorphs of US receives blame for the fall of Capitalist South Vietnam. The quarrels between the human and Pokemorph in many countries starts to escalate

7 December. 1980. the United Pokemorph Society, also known as UPS, is established in Moscow, under the leadership of President Victor Woknov, although it meets little support from the people of Russia.

5 June. 1981: UPS reaches London, under the Leadership of Capitalist Frank Jones, its support reaches over 14.000 strong, all across Western Europe. President Woknov continues to struggle in USSR, as his support is only 2.000 in Moscow

3 March 1982: USSR moves UPS Leadership to Minsk with the people loyal to UPS following them. Pokemorphs in Western Europe is finally recognized as Equals, creating the Parliament of Morphs in Paris, France.

17 March. 1982: due to the fear of Being overwhelmed by larger nations, the Scandinavian nations of Norway, Sweden, and Denmark creates the Three Kings Alliance, promising to aid each other if a war was ever to break out, although Sweden is more reluctant to do so than its partners, believing more in Neutrality than War.

26 December. 1991: the USSR dissolves and UPS seizes power in Germany, and the newly formed Belarus, starting a mass migration of humans that want to get out, and Morphs that want to get in.