hello this is a fan fiction about the pokemon mew and how its being hunted down. Enjoy. Please comment and review chapter and tell me how I can improve. Thanks.
Three men walked through a dense jungle. One was bare-chested native of the island, with some leather trousers and a feathered tribal headdress. His skin was dark and his brown eyes flicked restlessly through the jungle, as if expecting an ambush any second.
One of his two companions was a white man, sixty years old. He had a large moustache that went down to the bottom of his jaw. He wore a large, dark green hat, which kept the sun of his face. He also wore a camouflage army shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and army trousers. He looked calm and his Hazel coloured eyes showed relaxation.
The final man was the youngest, aged thirty-five. He wore no hat, revealing his ear length, swept over dark brown hair. He was a spitting image of his father, the sixty year old, with a smaller moustache and less wrinkles. His skin was heavily tanned, more then his father. He sweated heavily. He wore the same clothes as his father. He opened his canteen, and drank. No cold refreshing water went into his mouth. ‘Empty.’ He thought. ‘Isn’t that just great.’ A rustling in a push made all three of them turn around, but it was a Nidorino.
The older of the two white men drew his machete and cut some vines down which had stood in their path. “From now on, we be the first men ever here.” Said the native guide, his English not being perfect. “Well isn’t that historic, right Sam?” Said the oldest man, turning to his son. “Yeah, historic…” Sam replied unenthusiastically. He wanted to get out, but no helicopter could get through the thick canopy. He couldn’t go anywhere without their guide.
Suddenly the native took a wary tone. “Are you sure you want to do this, Mr Dorson?” He asked his companions. Suddenly a Chatot landed on his shoulder.
“Talkeria” He said happily. It was his friend. This Chatot was incredibly smart, but only spoke the native language of the guide’s tribe. It said something to him. He frowned. “Lots of hard walk a head. You still sure?”
“We’re sure.” Said Mr Dorson.
“Speak for yourself.” Sam said under his breath. The three moved into the jungle. They kept on walking; Sam’s legs were weak and tired. “Can we rest please?” Moaned Sam. Their guide turned around.
“Very well, we sit by big tree there.” He said, pointing at a large tree. The three sat down. Sam’s father drank what was left of his water.
“We have got to find water soon.” Mr Dorson said.
“I agree” Sam said, nodding.
Then he saw a pink tail through the trees, with a large oval bit at the end. ‘Could it be?’ Sam thought as he picked himself up from the floor, a newfound energy entering him. ‘Could it be a legendary?’ He ran through the jungle. He ran in the direction until he found it. It floated slowly away from him. It looked worn out, as if it had a long journey. Right before Sam’s eyes, there was Mew.
“DAD, UMBUKA, GET OVER HERE!” He yelled. Mew was startled by his voice and tried to speed up but couldn’t. The two men and Talkeria appeared by Sam’s side. All three were speechless. ‘This is incredible.’ Sam thought. ‘It looks injured. Maybe I could capture it.’ Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a pokeball. He pressed the button and the pokeball grew in size. He threw it at the legendary Mew. However there was still some fight left in it, and with its psychic powers, it threw the ball back at its owner. “You’re tougher then you seem mew.” He said. He pulled out another pokeball. “Got Slick!” He yelled. His Scizor appeared out of the pokeball. “Sci-zor! Called out the pokemon.
“Slick, use X-Scissor attack!” Commanded Sam. The Scizor flew right at Mew, who seemed to have used all its energy to defend itself from the pokeball.
Suddenly the jungle came alive. The vines tangled them selves around Slick and threw him back, then proceeded to whip him. “Leave him alone!” Shouted Sam. More vines came and started attacking the three men.
“We must run!” Yelled Umbuka. The others nodded in agreement.
“Slick, return!” Ordered Sam, and the pokemon was retracted back to its pokeball. The trio pulled themselves free, turned and ran for it.
Sam didn’t know how long they ran for. It seemed every second, every stride, seemed to be vital. Eventually they reached a small jungle pond. They stopped to drink. “What happened back there?” Mr Dorson asked no one in particular.
“Maybe the jungle protect Mew.” Umbuka suggested. “Maybe… maybe…” Sam said thoughtfully. After their break, Sam asked Umbuka were they were. Umbuka looked at the trees, ground and tasted the water a little more carefully.
“Halfway between coast and centre of island.” He said eventually.
“Very well then. Lets go.” And so the three men set off.
One day later and they eventually reached the coast. The beautiful golden sand and clear sea was a beautiful sight to behold. They could see a large boat in the distance, heading towards the island. “We be halfway between village and hotel resort.” Said Umbuka after looking at the boat. So the three walked along the coast, towards the native village.
After about four hours of walking, the three made it to the village. The sun was setting and the costal village looked beautiful. Everyone was about to go inside for the night when they saw the three men. A Native about the age of Umbuka ran up and said something in their language. Umbuka replied and the men shared a friendly hug. Everyone was gathering around them now. Umbuka’s father, the chief of the island hobbled along. Hey said something to Umbuka before turning to the two Dorson’s. Leaning on his walking stick, he talked to them in perfect English. “What happened out there?” he asked. Mr Dorson took off his hat, revealing his bald patch, wiped his brow and began to tell them the story. Then he paused when they reached the large tree, about three-quarters into the island. “Then what?” Asked the chief.
“We found… A Mew.” Dorson said slowly. The chief gasped.
“Mew? Even we know that it’s legendary. My god this is huge!” He said, his expression of pure shock. He swallowed, and then his expression became more serious. “No one must know. No one must know this island has a Mew.” Sam looked at him, puzzled.
“Why?” He asked.
“Because the hotel resort,’ the chief spat on the ground in disgust, ‘would use the new found publicity to get the deed to all of this island, and make it one big city with a massive hotel and a new safari zone and kick us out of the village.” The chief said solemnly. “That’s awful…” Dorson said, for he often supported small villages like this.”
“Indeed it is. So now you know why you must not tell anyone.”
“Don’t worry chief, you have our word.”
The next morning a small boat arrived in the village’s port. Sam’s friend, Ernest Turham, walked off it. “Hey buddy!” he said enthusiastically as he saw Sam. The two grabbed hands and did a shoulder bump. “You ready to get off this island?”
“Sure. Dad will be here in a minute.” And, as Sam said, a few minutes later Mr Dorson appeared. The three got on the boat and headed out to sea.
It was about midday when the boat arrived at Vermillion, and Sam had told Ernest everything, except for the sighting of Mew. “Sound pretty cool to me.” Ernest said after he was told the lengthily tale. The three stepped off the boat to be met by news reporters. Their adventure had gathered lots of press attention. Suddenly all the reporters started asking questions.
“What happened on the island?”
“Was is frightening? Amazing?”
“Where did you go exactly?”
“Why have you returned early?”
The last question was the one that really stuck in Sam’s head. ‘Because a jungle attacked us after we saw a Mew’ he thought. But he didn’t answer any questions. His dad got into his car and drove off to Cerulean City, where he lived, while Sam got a taxi back to his house, in the northwest of the city. He got inside, ran upstairs and had a nice long hot bath.
The next day when he went out shopping for more food he found more mews reporters outside his house. It happened the next day. And the next. And the next. After a week of this he finally cracked. “WE SAW A MEW, OK! AND THE ******* PLANTS ATTACKED US! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?” He yelled at the reporters. Realising what he said, he stepped back, horrified that he could of just doomed Umbuka and the other villagers.