(Day 1)
A child lay amidst cold snow, pale skin blending in, almost hiding the child in entirety. Raven black hair tinted a light almost sky blue at the ends blew across his face from the rough wind. Pale lips were slightly blue from the cold, his entire form was slender and malnutritioned, looking to be around 10, maybe 11.
The lips move slightly, the child shuddering as a rough cough wracks his body with pain. Long eyelashes flutter upward, revealing two lilac orbs with red swirling throughout them. Entrancing, utterly entrancing.
Lucryn felt the world spinning around him, pain filling his mind. Another cough wracks his slender form, sending a sharpened wave of pain to his brain, his mouth filling with the coppery taste of blood. Shifting slightly, he spits out the blood, pushing his protesting body up, a numbness filling his limbs, making it hard to do that simple action.
As his mind calms, the pain being pushed back as he takes in the world around him. All he sees is white, the snowy landscape and nonstop snowstorm blurring out anything distinctive. Coughing once more, blood splatters the snowy ground, his eyes catching sight of blood red eyes with a golden center staring back at him.
"Marsha-" A light cry reaches his ears just as he feels his consciousness slipping away, his eyes fluttering closed, body falling back into the snow.
(Hours later)
Warmth brings with it a sharp and unbearable pain that has Lucryn whimpering, trying to get his body away from the unbearable warmth. His cold body is warming up, and with the numbness fading, the pain is regaining its momentum, causing the child to curl up on himself, silent tears making their way down his face.
"Marshadow" A familiar cry reaches the child's ears, Lucryn's eyes snapping open, his hand abruptly reaching out, grasping in the direction of the sound. His hand passes through a shadowy smoke, oddly not coming into contact with skin as he expected. His eyes closed in pain, his mind working overtime as he was so positive he had pinpointed the exact positioning of the one who made that sound, but he had missed, and now all he could do is wait for the punishment to come.
Minutes tick by, no additional pain flaring up, the warmth still unbearable took much of his attention. His eyes flutter open, narrowed in pain, he glances around. The snowstorm has stopped, and all around him is dead grass, the snow melted a good few feet around him. In front of him are three pairs of eyes. Two fiery red eyes with molten orange centers and a familiar pair of red eyes with gold at the center. Amidst a pained daze he's positive he had seen those eyes.
His brain can't seem to come to terms with just what he's seeing. The two with fiery red eyes that are similar in nature to wisps are covered in flames with hard plate-like masks on their heads. While humanoid in appearance, they are assuredly not human. The one in the center is also humanoid in appearance, but unlike the two, its body consists of shadows, the two bloody red eyes staring quietly at him.
Based on his movement, the direction he reached, what he should've touched is this creature's shadowy exterior, which means the origin of the sound is also...
"Marshadow" As if to prove his thoughts correct, the creature opens its shadowy mouth, and produces the same noise.
"Char" "Cad" "Charcadet." Noises came from the other two creatures, a slew of words that didn't make sense to Lucryn's barely functioning brain. Hissing, he reaches up, touching his heart. Pulling his hand back, he finds his fingers covered in blood, warm and sticky. Coughing, blood rushes up his throat, trickling past his lip and dripping from his chin down onto the wet and soggy ground.
"Charcadet!" One of the two creatures cries, its body flickering with its cries, the surrounding temperature growing warmer and warmer, causing Lucryn to let out a hiss, fingers clenching harder at his chest as the heat becomes unbearable, his skin starting to blister.
"Mar." The shadowy creature says, the fiery creature instantly backing up, heat lowering as it lets out a quiet cry, an apology.
Lucryn isn't sure what to make of any of this, but his mind is slowly taking in his surroundings, connecting the pieces, reviewing the last memories he has, and then pausing.
'Pain'
'Blood'
'...my blood. Why?'
'Not possible'
'Blood, so much blood'
'It hurts, why?'
'Trust shattered'
'No.'
'I want to die.'
Lucryn's eyes prick with tears as he recalls something painful and so fresh. He hasn't even had time to truly process what happened, the next thing he knows he's waking up in a snowstorm and it hurts, it hurts so bad, the physical pain required all his attention, not leaving any room for him to even consider processing the most recent events.
' "From the moment I met you, I wished you would go kill yourself." '
Hissing, he pushes away the thoughts, not letting himself dwell on that for now. Right now, he needs to handle the situation in front of him. Opening his mouth to ask a question, his eyes go wide in horror as no sound comes out. 'No, no, no, no, no'
True panic blossoms within him as he clutches his throat, willing a sound anything to come out, but the most he can do is let out a hiss that is so light it's almost nonexistent. Panic bubbles up, his mind reeling at the shock of his voice being gone, something so precious to him. 'Calm...it might not be gone...calm...it might just be my vocal cords have swelled.'
A calm bordering on hysteria overtakes him, but before he can even truly process anything his mind is hit hard by info that is 100% not supposed to be in his mind.
'Pokemon'
'Trainers...pokemon trainers'
'Battling...death...partners'
'Pokemon'
Lucryn clenches his teeth, fighting back the urge to throw up as his mind whirls with new concepts and is flooded with info on pokemon, creatures that shouldn't exist in his world. A startling truth comes to his mind, one he isn't ready to even consider. 'This isn't my world'
Bzzt
A noise reaches his ears, looking down he sees a small black band on his arm vibrating incessantly, letting out soft buzzing noises. The band is simple in nature, but as his fingers tap it, a holographic screen pops to life before him.
Name: Lucryn Rykar
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Anomalies detected with users vital status. Help was called 5 hours ago. Location tracking is on. Within 1 hour help should arrive.
The final message had his focus. 'Help is coming?' Lucryn couldn't determine if that's good. In his condition, fighting off anyone who comes is impossible. He could give a weak attempt, but that's all that it would be, a weak attempt.
Even without ever seeing this band in his life he knows what it is. A Z-band, something made by Professor Spruce's lab team and mass developed. Everyone must wear one at all times, it's more or less your ID and an emergency device for communicating. Lucryn couldn't tell why he had one. He shouldn't. This isn't his world... the thought hit him hard, and he swiftly pushed it away. Now is not the time or the place.
His gaze resettles on the three creatures, pokemon, as he now knows them to be called. The only problem is that while he knows of the existence of pokemon, he doesn't actually know much about pokemon. His info only went as far as understanding that there are pokemon out there, a large variety of creatures endowed with special powers. It made no sense, nothing did, but he's not going to dwell on any of that right now. Right now, all that mattered is surviving the day, and then when tomorrow comes, he can worry about surviving tomorrow, and maybe at some point he'll get a breather just long enough to process whatever is going on, but until then he'll wait, and his focus will be on one thing. Staying alive.
' "You should die" '
The thought throws off his mind, but his gaze sharpens when Marshadow moves. From being around three feet away it's suddenly in front of him, shadowy hand on his chest, right where his hand clenches over his heart. "Marshadow."
With a quiet cry, the creature vanishes. The two flame-like humanoid pokemon approach him. Lucryn doesn't move, not wanting to cause them to attack. He can barely move, and he's not sure what happened to the other creature that was here only moments ago. The two creatures reach out, touching his chest in much the same place as the first creature, quietly saying, "Charcadet" they vanish.
Lucryn collapses back onto the ground, unable to continue to hold himself up, a wave of tiredness washing over him. Lilac eyes stare up at the cloudy sky, seeing snowflakes starting to fall once again. The warmth from the two creatures is fading now, a cold numb creeping back in, chilling the pain. Letting his eyes droop closed, he vaguely thinks that going like this wouldn't be so bad. A quiet end to his miserable existence.
' "You are a mistake. You shouldn't ever dream of living a good life" '
Yes, a quiet ending where the pain fades into numbness and his mind can rest, no longer dwelling on the memories of the past, it really doesn't seem too bad.