Hey, I’m back! Anybody miss me? Of course not, my first fic attempt was crap; hopefully this one will be better. It’s a Pokemon Protagonist fic, with Team Rocket taking the antagonistic role.
Separate Paths, Same Goal
Ch. 1: Lost, Found, and Missing
I woke up to the sound of some Tailow chirping in the bushes outside the cave where my family and I lived. I yawned and stretched, my back popping and claws expanding like a Persian’s, before I stood to find my older brother, Shock.
“Morning, Bolt,” he called cheerfully, walking out of a side path in the cave. He was an Eevee, like me, only a year older. I wasn’t quite two, while he’d turned three just a month ago. His fur was well groomed, signaling he’d been up for a while, and he had on his trademark goofy grin, that never ceased to make me smile back. “You sleep well?”
“Yeah, I guess I slept in.” I shrugged. “Are Mom and Dad up yet?”
Shock nodded enthusiastically, “Yep! Dad got up early and brought us back some Pecha and Mago berries from the forest.” I literally jumped for joy at the news, having sweet fruit for breakfast was a rare treat.
“Race you to the table!” I challenged, rushing past my brother towards the mouth of the cave. He bounded after me, laughing as he gained ground. “No fair!” I whined, “Your legs are longer!” I pushed myself, and I had almost reached the table when a silhouette appeared in front of me. “Look out!” I yelped, before crashing headfirst into my dad.
“Oof!” he grunted, and we both fell over, with Shock skidding forward and toppling over us, landing on top of Dad in a heap. We all started laughing, as we rolled around on the grass in a dogpile. Eventually Dad got up and brushed off his coat with his paws. “You need to be more careful, Bolt, try to watch where you’re going,” he admonished. Dad was a Jolteon, with spiky fur and pushed back ears, and he stood with surprising dignity after having just rolled in the dirt with his sons.
“Sorry Dad, we were racing,” admitted Shock, and I seconded him with a nod.
Dad smiled and beckoned us to follow him, flicking his head in the direction he’d just come from. “Come on, your mom’s just finished setting up breakfast,” he said, then turned and walked towards the stream, where our family usually ate our meals around a large stump. Shock and I scampered after him, hungry and full of energy.
Mom stood by the log, dividing a bunch of pink berries into equal portions and placing them on four pads of grass around the edges of our “table”, at least that’s what humans called it. She was a Vaporeon, with a waterproof azure pelt, and fins and a collar decorated her head. Her finned tail flipped lightly as she batted the berries around with her paws. As we approached, she tore her eyes away from her work and smiled at us. “Breakfast is served,” she giggled lightly, but her demeanor changed when she saw our ruffled fur. “Bolt, Shock, clean yourselves up before you eat. You look so scraggly like that,” she huffed.
I rolled my eyes, not really caring if my fur was untidy. “Do I really have to?” Shock and I whined in unison.
“Yes, clean up before breakfast, you know the rules,” she stated firmly. I groaned, but set to work flattening and straightening my fur. It was such a bother, cleaning up to look good when there was nothing to gain from it. Well, except to impress the females, but I didn’t really understand that part. Shock always said: “You’ll understand when you get older.” I didn’t understand that, either. Was I just going to magically understand on my second birthday or something? My stomach growled, reminding me of more important matters, like stuffing my face with Mago berries. I happily set about the task, gobbling down everything on my plate to combat my fierce hunger.
After a while, the food was gone, so we set about chatting as a family. The main topic was our evolution, since, as Eevee, Shock and I got to choose between seven different types.
“I don’t know what I want to be,” admitted Shock after a few moments thought. “I guess I’d like to be a Jolteon, but I’ll take my time to decide.”
“You’d do well as a Jolteon, Shock, you’ve got more than enough speed,” Dad commented.
“What about you, Bolt?” queried Mom, her tail swishing back and forth.
I thought hard for a second, but I couldn’t come up with anything. “I don’t know either,” I shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just stay an Eevee, there’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
Mom shook her head, smiling at me. “No, Bolt, it’s your decision, and I think it’s a brave choice to ignore the pressure to change.” I grinned, happy that I was free to choose who I was going to become.
Shock poked me with his paw, trying to get my attention. “Want to go explore?” he asked happily. I nodded vigorously, my body full of energy from the sugary berries I’d eaten.
“Don’t go too far,” called Dad as we raced off into the forest.
Some time later, Shock and I happened upon a clearing, where three humans were conversing while seated in a circle.
“Oh cool, humans,” whispered Shock excitedly. “I haven’t seen humans in a long time.”
I peered around my brother while gazing at the humans. “What’s up with their skin? Are they sick or something?” I wondered aloud, noticing that the humans pink faces and hands, while the rest of them was black.
Shock giggled at my lack of understanding. “Those are called ‘clothes’, Bolt. Humans wear them to keep warm, because they only have fur on their heads,” he explained, sneaking closer to get a better look.
As I crept after him, I noticed something strange. “Shock, that human has fur on his face,” I murmured.
Shock did a double-take, peering at the human’s face to try and see the fur. “Whoa, I’ve never seen that before.” He turned back and grinned at me. “Let’s go say hi!”
I froze at the notion. “B-but, Dad and Mom always told us to stay away from humans,” I stammered quietly.
“Come on, what’s life without a little fun?” Shock grinned, prancing forward to get the humans’ attention. One of them shot his head up, noticing Shock had just waltzed right in front of him.
“Hey look, an Eevee!” he exclaimed, standing. His companions stood with him, and the first one reached out a hand to pet Shock.
“Should we capture him?” asked the third one, the one with fur on his face.
“Yeah,” said the second quietly, and he brought his hand down at Shock’s head.
“Look out!” I screamed in warning, and Shock leapt out of the way of the human’s hand.
“Run!” he shouted, “Get Mom and Dad!” Just then, one of the humans lashed out and kicked Shock into a tree. He staggered to his feet, as the other two humans ran towards me, probably planning to do the same thing to me. I turned and ran, as fast as I could, back to the den, the humans hot on my tail.
I was so scared, I’d never been attacked by anyone before. I started to cry, yelling for Shock, Mom, Dad, anybody to come save me. I heard a growl, and a bright yellow blur flew past me, tackling the human closest to me, and stopping them both in their tracks.
“Leave my son alone!” snarled my father, his quills stiffening as he fired a Pin Missile at the two humans, who yelled in pain and fell back.
I suddenly felt a tail wrap around me, and I glanced up to see Mom cradling me with her paws. “Bolt, hide in the tall grass, where they can’t see you,” she whispered to me, before she too leapt into the fray.
I fled into the grass, running until my legs gave out. I swayed and tipped over onto my side, panting for breath. Then I heard the roar.
The sound was deafening, a horrible grating noise that sounded as though two stones were grinding together. There was an explosion, and a strangled scream of pain, so bloodcurdling my heart skipped two beats. Another scream, this time of rage, echoed, but was cut short as a crunching sound and an earth tremor brought the scuffle to a close. Some voices echoed indistinctly, and then silence fell upon the world.
I waited and waited, the suspense, the not knowing was killing me. I staggered to my feet, determined to find my parents. When I stumbled out of the grass, a chilling scene met my eyes.
My father’s blackened corpse lay in a smoking crater, barely recognizable if not for the spiky fur. My mother’s body lay a short distance away, her skull crushed flat by something large and heavy. I felt sick, I turned and raced back into the bushes, but I didn’t make it very far before nausea overcame me, and I coughed up a bitter stream of bile. The world spun crazily as I collapsed down onto the grass, staring up into the sky. As my eyes closed and blackness overcame me, one thought crept into my mind.
‘I’m all alone now…’
Alright, I’d appreciate some reviews, before I post my next chapter. Fire away.