Ok peoples, this is my first ever fanfic. I haven't even wriiten a story outside of school, so I'm a little interested on what you will all think. This is just the proluge to the Salvation story, which I hope will be an ongoing "series". I had fun writting it.
A little about it. It's going to be a little darker than your average pokemon story, and I think I made it pretty original. It's have twists and all that fun stuff. Anywas, enough about me, lets get the party started.
Imagine a city.
Imagine a place where the buildings battle the skies for supremicy. Imagine thousands of people moving throughout these man-made giants, going through the streets like ants through their tunnels.
Now, imagine a boy, a dreamer if you will, barely a teenager living on these streets with nothing to do but watch the people move past him, trying not to make eye contact with the little homeless boy.
He is not alone however, he has his older sister and only link to a life he once had. She is his sole protecter to the hashness that one would usually face in their state of poverty.
She watches over him like a hawk, making sure he has food even if she has to go without, shelter when she has none. Now, she watches over him in the dark, damp alleyway.
She pays no attention to the rotting smell of the dumpster mere meters away, she pays no attention to the 3 or 4 other homeless who share these alleyways. She ignores the scrurry of a single hungry Ratatta looking for food.
No, her eyes are on him alone, and nothing esle. She watches him as he dreams, dreams of a time that way, and a time that she thnks will never be.
He is home again in his dreams. He sees his Mom and Dad and his older sister. He sees his parents, and cries. It has been so long since he has seen them.
As he is crying, he remembers this is juts a dream. As if triggered by this though, this wonderful dream quickly becomes a nightmare and history repeats itself.
He sees two henchmen break down the door and tear him away from his parents. He remembers few things about this moment
in his life, but what he does remember is crystal clear. He still sees the red "R" on the sleeve of their black trench coats.
He still hears the shoats, muffled to him now. Few words he can makes out, but those words he will never forget.
"...ou never leave us....you know to mu....."
He still sees the flash of metal from one of there hands, and the loud bang that soon followed.
This is it though, it is black. Nothingness in his dreams.
Now he dreams of what will be. He sees a small pokemon, though he can't make out which one it is. This seems odd to him becasue they are far too poor to own a pokemon.
He sees his sister too, and they are somewheres esle, anywheres else from this hell hole they currently call home.
Not only that, but she looks different. She's clean, and healthy looking, but that isn't what he notices first.
She is looking happy, and proud for the first time since their parents's murder. He sees the wind blowing on her long red hair, blowing it behind her head to that her young yet mature face.
Her green eyes seem to glow with an aura in the sunlight. Her face is so peaceful, it brings a calmness to his soul.
Without warning her face turns to that of shear terror. She is struggling with an invisible moster it seems.
"No! Get off of me!!" he hears her scream.
"No," he thinks, "this is real!"
He wakes up to see the same look of fear on his sisters face, only this time they are back in the alleyway and they are not alone.
A street urchin must have thought he struck gold when he saw Conner's beautiful sister watching over a child, paying no attention to anything around her.
He grabs ahold of her arms as she tries to break away from his horrible grip.
She can smell the stench of cheap whisky on his breath as he goes in place his rotten lips down on hers. Not even that is enough to muffel her screams for help.
"NO!" screams Conner as he lunges at the filthy begger with nothing but fury in his eyes and hate in his heart.
He will not lose her! He will not!
With a cold back hand, Conner was knocked onto the unforgiving pavement of the alleyway.
He can taste the coppery taste of blood on his lips, not for the first time, and not for the last time.
He tried to get up, but he found his legs were like rubber, and they crumbled underneath him.
His vision is blurred and his hearing clouded, but nothing will stop him from helping his family.
His only family.
"I'm coming Rebecca! Get off of her you creep!" he says with such anger his voice crackes as he says 'creep'.
Once again, he finds himself laying on the ground, looking at the midafternoon sky.
His mind and body tell him to stay down, but his heart is telling him quite the opposite, and he's never been one to go against his heart.
He gets back up to his feet by pulling himself up off the dumpster.
He sees that the urchin has let go of Rebecca, and is relieved, but only momentarily.
The man looks Conner dead in his eyes, and suddenly Conner is aware of every feature on this man's horrid face.
The greasy black hair, cover by an old toque, most likely found in an alleyway not unlike this one.
His eyes are a dull gray, and if there was any life in them at one time, years on the street has drained them of it.
His dark stubble helps cover up his ugly face, but not nearly enough. Every wrinkle, scar, and marks of hate are all but hidden.
He opens his mouth and every tooth was visible was visible to him. What he had left were yellow and unclean. Of course, you can't expect much else from this level of scum.
The very level of scum they have lived with for the last year and a half.
"You! Boy! I'll learn you for getting in my way!"
Conner shrinks agaist the wall as he comes toward him, a glistening blade of steel held firmly in his hand.
Conner looks past the man, to see his sister, still trying to get back to her feet.
She won't be up in time to help him, the only ones who's ever helped.
His eyes swell with tears as the shadow of the urchin smothers the light around him.
He hears two screams. The first he recognizes as his sister screaming his name. The second one he hears for the first time.
A small dark figure jumps out the dumpster next to him and goes straight for the man's face.
It's the Rattata that they had saw earlier looking for food. His fur is matted with dirt and filth.
Even as the man and the pokemon struggle, Conner can see the starvation in the Rattata's body.
Somehow, Conner knows the Rattata isn't doing this out of hunger though. It seems that both boy and beast share the same heart.
The man makes a few swipes at the Rattata with his blade, and the Rattata hits the ground.
The man leaves the alleyway screaming in pain. His face was covered in blood and he would never see out of his right eye again.
Conner can't take his eyes on the motionless pokemon soaked in blood, Some of the man's, some of his own.
Conner gets up close, crying harder than before, to look as his little savior. He sees his tiny rib cage rise and fall. He is relived and crys even harder.
Rebecca is to her feet now, also looking at the small hero laying on the pavement of the alleyway.
"He's hurt", Conner tells her.
She doesn't respond, looking at the rattata's severed left ear. She then nods after what seems like an eternity.
"Let's get him to a Pokemon Centre, it's the least we owe him," Rebecca says never taking her eyes of the rattata.
She swoops him up in her arms, and begins to walk towards the street.
Conner close behind, sees the busy streets of Celadon City with a new light.
He knows that as he walks away from the alleyways that has haunted them for far too long, that this is the start of something.
What, he does not know. What he does know, is that he will never return to the life of the homeless.
He is not just walking towards the Pokemon Centre, he is walking towards a new life.
What do you think? All critism is welcome. I need to know what I'm doing right/wrong.
A little about it. It's going to be a little darker than your average pokemon story, and I think I made it pretty original. It's have twists and all that fun stuff. Anywas, enough about me, lets get the party started.
Imagine a city.
Imagine a place where the buildings battle the skies for supremicy. Imagine thousands of people moving throughout these man-made giants, going through the streets like ants through their tunnels.
Now, imagine a boy, a dreamer if you will, barely a teenager living on these streets with nothing to do but watch the people move past him, trying not to make eye contact with the little homeless boy.
He is not alone however, he has his older sister and only link to a life he once had. She is his sole protecter to the hashness that one would usually face in their state of poverty.
She watches over him like a hawk, making sure he has food even if she has to go without, shelter when she has none. Now, she watches over him in the dark, damp alleyway.
She pays no attention to the rotting smell of the dumpster mere meters away, she pays no attention to the 3 or 4 other homeless who share these alleyways. She ignores the scrurry of a single hungry Ratatta looking for food.
No, her eyes are on him alone, and nothing esle. She watches him as he dreams, dreams of a time that way, and a time that she thnks will never be.
He is home again in his dreams. He sees his Mom and Dad and his older sister. He sees his parents, and cries. It has been so long since he has seen them.
As he is crying, he remembers this is juts a dream. As if triggered by this though, this wonderful dream quickly becomes a nightmare and history repeats itself.
He sees two henchmen break down the door and tear him away from his parents. He remembers few things about this moment
in his life, but what he does remember is crystal clear. He still sees the red "R" on the sleeve of their black trench coats.
He still hears the shoats, muffled to him now. Few words he can makes out, but those words he will never forget.
"...ou never leave us....you know to mu....."
He still sees the flash of metal from one of there hands, and the loud bang that soon followed.
This is it though, it is black. Nothingness in his dreams.
Now he dreams of what will be. He sees a small pokemon, though he can't make out which one it is. This seems odd to him becasue they are far too poor to own a pokemon.
He sees his sister too, and they are somewheres esle, anywheres else from this hell hole they currently call home.
Not only that, but she looks different. She's clean, and healthy looking, but that isn't what he notices first.
She is looking happy, and proud for the first time since their parents's murder. He sees the wind blowing on her long red hair, blowing it behind her head to that her young yet mature face.
Her green eyes seem to glow with an aura in the sunlight. Her face is so peaceful, it brings a calmness to his soul.
Without warning her face turns to that of shear terror. She is struggling with an invisible moster it seems.
"No! Get off of me!!" he hears her scream.
"No," he thinks, "this is real!"
He wakes up to see the same look of fear on his sisters face, only this time they are back in the alleyway and they are not alone.
A street urchin must have thought he struck gold when he saw Conner's beautiful sister watching over a child, paying no attention to anything around her.
He grabs ahold of her arms as she tries to break away from his horrible grip.
She can smell the stench of cheap whisky on his breath as he goes in place his rotten lips down on hers. Not even that is enough to muffel her screams for help.
"NO!" screams Conner as he lunges at the filthy begger with nothing but fury in his eyes and hate in his heart.
He will not lose her! He will not!
With a cold back hand, Conner was knocked onto the unforgiving pavement of the alleyway.
He can taste the coppery taste of blood on his lips, not for the first time, and not for the last time.
He tried to get up, but he found his legs were like rubber, and they crumbled underneath him.
His vision is blurred and his hearing clouded, but nothing will stop him from helping his family.
His only family.
"I'm coming Rebecca! Get off of her you creep!" he says with such anger his voice crackes as he says 'creep'.
Once again, he finds himself laying on the ground, looking at the midafternoon sky.
His mind and body tell him to stay down, but his heart is telling him quite the opposite, and he's never been one to go against his heart.
He gets back up to his feet by pulling himself up off the dumpster.
He sees that the urchin has let go of Rebecca, and is relieved, but only momentarily.
The man looks Conner dead in his eyes, and suddenly Conner is aware of every feature on this man's horrid face.
The greasy black hair, cover by an old toque, most likely found in an alleyway not unlike this one.
His eyes are a dull gray, and if there was any life in them at one time, years on the street has drained them of it.
His dark stubble helps cover up his ugly face, but not nearly enough. Every wrinkle, scar, and marks of hate are all but hidden.
He opens his mouth and every tooth was visible was visible to him. What he had left were yellow and unclean. Of course, you can't expect much else from this level of scum.
The very level of scum they have lived with for the last year and a half.
"You! Boy! I'll learn you for getting in my way!"
Conner shrinks agaist the wall as he comes toward him, a glistening blade of steel held firmly in his hand.
Conner looks past the man, to see his sister, still trying to get back to her feet.
She won't be up in time to help him, the only ones who's ever helped.
His eyes swell with tears as the shadow of the urchin smothers the light around him.
He hears two screams. The first he recognizes as his sister screaming his name. The second one he hears for the first time.
A small dark figure jumps out the dumpster next to him and goes straight for the man's face.
It's the Rattata that they had saw earlier looking for food. His fur is matted with dirt and filth.
Even as the man and the pokemon struggle, Conner can see the starvation in the Rattata's body.
Somehow, Conner knows the Rattata isn't doing this out of hunger though. It seems that both boy and beast share the same heart.
The man makes a few swipes at the Rattata with his blade, and the Rattata hits the ground.
The man leaves the alleyway screaming in pain. His face was covered in blood and he would never see out of his right eye again.
Conner can't take his eyes on the motionless pokemon soaked in blood, Some of the man's, some of his own.
Conner gets up close, crying harder than before, to look as his little savior. He sees his tiny rib cage rise and fall. He is relived and crys even harder.
Rebecca is to her feet now, also looking at the small hero laying on the pavement of the alleyway.
"He's hurt", Conner tells her.
She doesn't respond, looking at the rattata's severed left ear. She then nods after what seems like an eternity.
"Let's get him to a Pokemon Centre, it's the least we owe him," Rebecca says never taking her eyes of the rattata.
She swoops him up in her arms, and begins to walk towards the street.
Conner close behind, sees the busy streets of Celadon City with a new light.
He knows that as he walks away from the alleyways that has haunted them for far too long, that this is the start of something.
What, he does not know. What he does know, is that he will never return to the life of the homeless.
He is not just walking towards the Pokemon Centre, he is walking towards a new life.
What do you think? All critism is welcome. I need to know what I'm doing right/wrong.