Footsteps were barely audible among the faint swirling of space and time itself.

A pitch-black silhouette walked slowly with a determination, a determination not foreign to her. Seems just yesterday she began her journey to find and capture the keeper of time itself, Dialga.

And now here she stands, face-to-face with the very being that could wipe her from existence.

Well, could have, at least.

She stopped in her tracks as she stared intently at Dialga, as if she were carefully pondering about what she was about to do.

The two stared at one another, each studying the other.

With a heavy breath thick with emotion, she nodded ever so slightly.

"Do it." She said barely above a soft whisper.

With that, Dialga's form began to gleam with power, casting a blinding white aura all around it.

The light only intensified with each passing moment, forcing her to cover over her eyes with her arm.

A force began pushing her back like a strong wind, like a strong river bursting forth from its prison.

But then..

Silence.

Darkness.

Space.

Time.


16 year old Tom strolled through the same old streets he always did, kicking rubble against the uncared for cement road with each empty step.

A Pidgey landed on an electrical wire, settling into it's perching spot cozily.

Ratatta sprinted across the edges of un-occupied homes, filled with determination to survive for the day.

A determination sorely lacking in Tom.

Every step he took remained in vain, just like his actions were when his parents left him.

He'd done everything he could to save them. But his weak and fragile body denied him when he needed it, when his parents needed it.

So what did he do? He hid. He played dead. Like a coward. Just like any ordinary coward would. And he let his parents go, selfishly fearing for his own well-being.

Something caught Tom's eye, snapping him out of his pondering state, a flash of white light. He stopped in his steps.

He swirled to his right to see what was going on.

A white light floating in an alleyway.

He took a step forward, and another, and another after that.

Each step quickened his heartbeat, filled with both a terror of what was to come, but a curiosity of what it was.

He swallowed.

He took one more step, before freezing entirely. The hairs on his neck stood up, his body unwilling, unable to even dare take another step.

The shining light burned ever brighter, Tom's face completely pale of personality, like looking in a solid wall.

Everything began to distort itself.

Garbage cans waving violently, windows shaking and shattering from sheer pressure.

The ground beneath Tom began to stir unsteadily, forcing Tom to his knees.

Still paralyzed, Tom could only stare at the floor.

A drop of sweat fell from Tom's face, making a small, near inaudible splash against the rugged cement floor.

Pieces of shattered glass scattered across the alleyway, garbage cans knocked over.

The absent alleyway lied in wait for a welcoming, a greeting, but nothing ever greeted it.

Nobody was there for the alleyway, just as Tom wasn't there for his parents when the knife struck through them.


Tom's eyes shot open, sweat poured over his face like a rooftop after it had rained.

He sat up from the foreign bed which he laid upon.

The cold sheets of the bed unfamiliar to Tom's touch.

"Wha, what?" Tom muttered in confusion.

He glanced around the darkened room, seemingly void of inhabitants.

He got up and off the bed, feeling the unfamiliarity of the uneven and carpeted floor against his shoes.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, as he continued to stray the empty living quarters.

*Crack*

Tom paused. His eyes twitched in confusion, as he looked down.

Barely visible, a shattered glass bottle laid out before Tom's pathway.

Tom looked ever more closely as the terrain.

A minefield of burnt out cigars and empty beer bottles lay before Tom.

He swallowed.

Suddenly, Tom jumped to the sound of a door opening.

He backed away, but tripped on another empty beer bottle. He fell in between the wall and the side of the bed, his shoulders being pressed in on himself, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Muffled footsteps were getting louder every second.

Tom gasped.

The door to the room flung open, the silhouette of a grown adult woman marched into the room.

She took off her jacket and flung it into the same corner Tom was trapped in, the jacket landing on top of him.

The woman let out a tired sigh from a long day as she put out her cigarette and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.

She sprawled out onto the bed, devoid of purpose.

Every minute the space between the wall and the bed seemed to enclose on Tom, further impairing his breathing.

Tom moved ever so slightly an inch to avoid detection. He needed to get out of that corner.

He wiggled violently but silently, moving inch by inch away from the corner.

Suddenly, his foot accidently kicked a bottle, making a clear and crisp sound across the room.

The woman turned her head to the wall, clearly hearing something, but not knowing what.

Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! He thought to himself.

She sat up and neared closer to the edge.

Both of their hearts pumping quicker than a Scorbunny hopping along the grassy plains.

Tom held his breath in.

She breathed heavily.

Her head peered over the edge of the bed, looking directly at Tom's face.

Tom's face went pale. He had no idea what he would say. He literally didn't mean to walk in there. Even if he were to be completely honest, who would believe him? A shining white light put him in this room? Yeah right.

She yelped as she jumped back.

Tom did the same, but without the jumping back part. Actually, that kinda hurt him a little.

"What are you doing in my house!?" The woman asked the young frightened boy.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"Get out!" She shrieked in panic.

He jumped onto the balls of his feet, hoping that once he got out that would be the end of it all. He'd go back to his town like nothing ever happened.

Well, something did happen.

And he is far off from home.

Very. Far off.

He sprang loose, running like a Rattata runs from it's diving predator, the Pidgey.

But he tripped. Again. This time it hurt more than the other times.

"Ah!" He yelled.

The woman got up and walked closer to him.

The boy turned onto his front side, his face clearly seen in the gleaming light of the other room.

The woman gasped.

The boy froze.

She hadn't yelled at him.

She hadn't ran off to the phone and call the police.

She just stood there.

"Tom?"


Authors note:

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfic. This was just a little idea that popped into my head. This story is likely to have little to nothing to do with Pokémon, but it just feels so shallow to write about a 10 year old nobody becoming the Pokémon Champion in less than a couple weeks, or something along those lines.

Please tell me what you guys are thinking of it so far. I plan to make the other chapters longer than this. This was just a little taste.