This is my second one-shot.
The Dark Core
The night flowed over the city like an ocean, extinguishing the daylight and leaving behind only the light of the lamp posts, stars in the darkened city, guiding you along your path.
One house was not dark. That house is where our story starts.
"Mom! Guess what I found!" said the 7 year old, wiping his dirty hands on his jeans.
"What is it, honey? his mother cautiously queried.
"I found this cool old closet, and it's dark and dirty and- and- please come look! Please, mom, please?"
"Okay, dear, I'll be there in a second! I just have to finish unpacking!" Maria sighed and looked up.
The two had just arrived in the town of Dartmoor, and they were only now starting to set up camp, late at night. Their house was on the beachfront, which was a luxury, seeing as how Maria's speciality was battling with water-type Pokčmon.
Maria glanced at the old, dusty family photo that she had in her hand and smiled. Her son, Jake, and her husband smiled alongside her in the faded picture. It was taken about three years ago, and Maria remembered those days fondly, the days before it happened- the days before he left. She was filled with anger from just looking at him, but then she looked at her son and, slowly, a smile came to her face. He was wearing the old Superman shirt.
At the time that the photo was taken, Jake had been going through the classic Superman phase, making swooshing noises and running all over the place, causing trouble and leaving a mess in his wake.
Maria sighed, and went off to look at her son's discovery.
Three years before...
"What do you mean by 'you're leaving'? Surely you can't mean it?"
"I do, and I will," growled Jake's dad, "I can do what I want with myself and nothing, I repeat, nothing, at all will stop me."
"Richard! Please! Think about Jake! He'll be devastated if you leave!" sobbed Maria, the tears gushing as if they were raindrops, falling softly to the ground below.
"And I care why? He's not worth anything! He can't even win a Pokčmon contest, for goodness sakes!"
"Daddy, why are you screaming?" inquired a small voice.
Maria froze and turned to the carpeted stairway to see Jake standing there.
"Jake, go upstairs. Your dad and I are having a discussion."
"But... Daddy said I'm worth nothing... Mommy, why is he leaving?"
"He's what?" Maria spun around, only to see Richard leaving.
Richard stopped at the door and said to Maria: "Nothing. Nothing at all."
That was the last time his family would ever hear him speak. He was found, lying spread-eagled in the snow. His eyes were open, even in death. It was like when he was alive- his eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything. The police report was as follows:
Richard Wade Jacobs, 32, was found lying in the snow on 12/12/02. Cause of death has been confirmed as overuse of alcohol.
That was all. He was only two lines long.
Jake would never forget what he had heard. He was confused, being a little child, and he misunderstood that his father would only love him if he could conquer all of the Pokčmon contests in the world.
7 years later...
"And now, for our final challenger, Jake Jacobs of Dartmoor! Give him a hand, folks! If he wins this, he will be the first Coordinator to ever gain all of the existing Contest Ribbons!" Lucille, the announcer, belted this all out as the young man came on to the stage. "And not only that, he will have done it at the young age of fourteen! Can any of you hold a candle to that claim?"
Jake gave a bow, then yelled out:
As the blue Lumineon, the stage erupted in bubble seals from the Pokeball.
The crowd went wild, and Jake grinned.
"Let's do this, Lumo! Use Rain Dance!"
The fish formed a grey ball of clouds, then cannoned it up into the ceiling.
"Now, use surf twice, once to each side!" ordered Jake confidently, a wild look in his eyes.
As the rain poured down, Lum used Surf as ordered, and using its ability, Storm Drain, pulled the rain in towards itself and absorbed it.
"Wow! What a beautiful appeal!" exclaimed Lucille. "Let's see what our judges think!"
The three judges were giving Jake a standing ovation. All of them were shouting things like "Amazing! Stupendous! Absolutely breathtaking!"
"Well, it's clear who's won this contest! Congrats, Jake!"
Jake smiled as he put away his new, final ribbon. When he was young, he he'd started on a journey to complete every contest, due to what his father said, but now, he just did it for fun. He understood that it wasn't his fault, that he had had an abusive father, and he would never have loved him, even if he was alive. Even so, he felt almost fulfilled at his success.
"Great job out there today, Lumo, that was truly astounding. You even exceeded my expectations!" Jake chuckled, shook his head, then, looked out the dark window, and went to sleep.
Like always, please give me CC, and I hope this one was better than the ones before it! I know it was longer, at least!