Let me start by saying this is my first Pokemon fanfic, and it's told from the eyes of two Pokemon. Please be gentle with yer reviews. I'm Gonna give this a shot.
And so it begins...
[size=12pt]CH1: The Brutal Beginning[/size]
This tale of tragedy begins in a double battle with some bastard from a gang called 'Lords of Light'. And the Man's Pokemon were far stronger that we'd thought. My trainer had recalled me and his other pokemon, but the Tyranitar's Fire Blast wasn't aimed for either of us. It was aimed for him. He took the full force of the devestating attack. It had even melted some of his clothing INTO his skin.
Now that we weren't there to defend him, The man's other pokemon made it's attack. A massive example of a Machamp strolled up to him and slammed his ribcage with a deadly Focus Punch. The impact was accompanied by the sickening crack of breaking bones and sent my trainer's arms into the air. Flinging the two pokeballs he'd been holding from recalling us.
We landed a few seconds later and the Pokeballs burst open. It was already over. The gangster had even recalled his pokemon and started walking away. Had my trainer not been in mortal danger, I'd have ripped the guy's arms off and fed them to him. But my only concern was saving my trainer's life.
And so, we carried him to the closest place we could think of that had medical equipment... The Pokemon Center. Everyone inside looked terrified as the two of us carried him in from outside. He was bleeding from the mouth and ears and burned over most of his body. Thank God for the people there. They didn't even ask what happened as they rushed him into an operating room. But soon after he was taken in, a man in a white lab coat approached us.
"You use telepathy, I know it. Tell me what happened"
And so for the next half-hour, I explained to him what had occurred. He shook his head and gave us both a bite to eat.
"It will be a while before we know if he's ok. But as it stands, his chances aren't good. We will let you know what happens either way."
He was nice. I liked him. And so we milled around the lobby of the center for a while, trying not to think about losing him. Until... Several hours later, the Nurse walked out of the Operating room with a grim look on her face. As we feared, our beloved trainer was dead. He'd given his life for us, and we weren't going to let him die in vain.
"What should we do with his Pokemon?" asked one of the staff. But before they could decide what to do, We snatched up my trainer's old backpack and ran out of the building.
But where are my manners? Hi... I'm Sol. I'm an Espeon. The big lug to my left is Terra. He's an Aggron. He doesn't say much... kinda a Serious guy. Me, I'm fairly Gentle unless something like this comes up. And as for The Lords of Light... we're going to get our revenge on them if it's the last thing we do. And so it begins. Terra and I are off on a journey of our own. And we're not out to make friends... have fun... or learn. We are out for blood.
Chapter End
And so it begins...
[size=12pt]CH1: The Brutal Beginning[/size]
This tale of tragedy begins in a double battle with some bastard from a gang called 'Lords of Light'. And the Man's Pokemon were far stronger that we'd thought. My trainer had recalled me and his other pokemon, but the Tyranitar's Fire Blast wasn't aimed for either of us. It was aimed for him. He took the full force of the devestating attack. It had even melted some of his clothing INTO his skin.
Now that we weren't there to defend him, The man's other pokemon made it's attack. A massive example of a Machamp strolled up to him and slammed his ribcage with a deadly Focus Punch. The impact was accompanied by the sickening crack of breaking bones and sent my trainer's arms into the air. Flinging the two pokeballs he'd been holding from recalling us.
We landed a few seconds later and the Pokeballs burst open. It was already over. The gangster had even recalled his pokemon and started walking away. Had my trainer not been in mortal danger, I'd have ripped the guy's arms off and fed them to him. But my only concern was saving my trainer's life.
And so, we carried him to the closest place we could think of that had medical equipment... The Pokemon Center. Everyone inside looked terrified as the two of us carried him in from outside. He was bleeding from the mouth and ears and burned over most of his body. Thank God for the people there. They didn't even ask what happened as they rushed him into an operating room. But soon after he was taken in, a man in a white lab coat approached us.
"You use telepathy, I know it. Tell me what happened"
And so for the next half-hour, I explained to him what had occurred. He shook his head and gave us both a bite to eat.
"It will be a while before we know if he's ok. But as it stands, his chances aren't good. We will let you know what happens either way."
He was nice. I liked him. And so we milled around the lobby of the center for a while, trying not to think about losing him. Until... Several hours later, the Nurse walked out of the Operating room with a grim look on her face. As we feared, our beloved trainer was dead. He'd given his life for us, and we weren't going to let him die in vain.
"What should we do with his Pokemon?" asked one of the staff. But before they could decide what to do, We snatched up my trainer's old backpack and ran out of the building.
But where are my manners? Hi... I'm Sol. I'm an Espeon. The big lug to my left is Terra. He's an Aggron. He doesn't say much... kinda a Serious guy. Me, I'm fairly Gentle unless something like this comes up. And as for The Lords of Light... we're going to get our revenge on them if it's the last thing we do. And so it begins. Terra and I are off on a journey of our own. And we're not out to make friends... have fun... or learn. We are out for blood.
Chapter End