Suzu's Angel (Chapter Two)

[Sarabande]

Alright, so my last fic attempt was, in short, an utter failure, I lost all my motivation to continue after posting the first chapter. Well I'm trying again, with a new, better plot idea. I will use the same characters I initially planned, but the region will be different, as well as the entire general plot. This fic follows the base plot of Pokemon Crystal Version. Okay, so this story is told from the point of view of a young Eevee who follows Newbark trainer Kris on her journey to conquer the Johto league. Yes, I will be twisting the plot to my liking, sometimes drastically, so it will not be entirely true to the game's initial plot.

THIS FIC IS INTENDED FOR A TEEN AUDIENCE. THERE WILL BE VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU AREN'T A FAN, THEN DON'T READ.

Any feedback will be most welcome, be it negative or positive 8) This fic is also posted to fanfiction.net and lakevalor.net

TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One: A Monster?
Chapter Two: Flight From Cherrygrove​

CHAPTER ONE: A MONSTER?

Cherrygrove City wasn’t really much of a ‘city’. It lacked the magnificent skyscrapers and complex architecture most expect when they think the term ‘city’. It was much more simple, consisting mainly of rows of two or three story houses and neatly paved streets, along with several strings of more official-looking buildings which were home to stores and businesses. But all the same it was a nice little place. It was clean, peaceful, and friendly, with a brisk taste of the sea blowing across it.

Its friendly atmosphere was prime hang-out of a young Eevee, who belonged to no trainer. Unlike the typical wild Pokemon, she didn’t avoid humans or their residents’, but was instead interested in them. Since she’d discovered the city upon wandering from her burrow located just in Cherrygrove’s outskirts, she’d taken an unusual curiosity in the hairless, two-legged beings that resided there, and took to hanging around within the city during the day.

Charlotte was an independent young Eevee, a trait acquired through the carelessness of her father. The death of her Vaporeon mother was only shortly after Charlotte’s hatching--the young Eevee could only recall flashes of a blue, finned face if she thought hard--leaving her under the care of her grieving Jolteon father, who ceased to pay Charlotte any attention and would even resort to abuse on his worst days.

Charlotte kept within the boundaries of Cherrygrove from dawn until dusk to keep her distance from her father. She wandered the city often aimlessly, enjoying the air, keeping to herself throughout her day. Every now and then she’d talk to another Pokemon, one under the captivity of a human. But there was never time to make friends; trainers came and went, staying only a day or two, of course taking their Pokemon with them.

So Charlotte of course stayed in the city, going to her burrow only to sleep, spending her childhood peacefully within the closure of small buildings and humans. It was a normal day, a warm Saturday afternoon, people roaming the streets, enjoying their weekend. Charlotte stuck to the sidewalk, unbothered by the surrounding people, walking lazily through the street.

She passed a shaggy-looking boy strumming at a guitar, his worn shoes tapping rapidly on the pavement. Charlotte sat herself in front of him, enjoying the low melody emitting from the instrument. The teen noticed the Eevee watching him and paused, reaching to a small box beside him and revealing a bone with small scraps of half-eaten meat on it, and tossed it onto the ground in front of her. Charlotte licked her lips, pleased by the treat, and took her time eating was was left of the bone. Mewling a cheerful thanks, she left the teen to his music.

As she turned the corner, however, she was surprised to see a familiar face. Her reflection seemed rather surprised as well; its eyes widened and it jumped back with a slight exclamation. Charlotte stared at the Eevee who she nearly collided with. He looked just like her, but bigger, probably older.

The opposing Eevee recovered before she did. “Aha, my apologies,” he laughed, his surprise quickly melting to interest. “I’ve never seen an Eevee before! Besides myself, of course, aha..” He laughed, his eyes gleaming cheerily. “What’s your name?”

Charlotte observed him for a moment, shy as she was. “Charlotte… and you’re…?”

“Pollux,” he said, arching his back as he yawned. He shook his head and raised a hind foot to scratch behind his ear. “Do you live here or are you just passing through like us?”

“Us?”

“Me and my trainer Kris. Oh, and Vantas.” he added. “What about you? Do you travel or are you a housepet?”

“Housepet?” Charlotte said, unfamiliar with the term, though it sounded more like an insult to her.

Pollux seemed to notice her uncertainty. “Oh, no need to be ashamed of it, I was a housepet too, you know, up until recently. Kris got Vantas from the Professor in our town and decided to adventure. I’ve been cooped up in the house so long, I’m all too glad we got out of that place when we did!”

Charlotte stared at him, confused by the words he used, most of which were unknown to her. “If your asking if I live here, then no, I don’t.” she replied after a moment.

Pollux leaned toward her curiously. “Then where are you from? You’re not from Newbark, I’d have known you if you were. Are you from Violet?”

Charlotte shook her head quickly, again unsure of his word choice. “I’m from outside of here actually, I live in the burrow with my dad and--”

“You’re wild!?” Pollux exclaimed, his eyes widening. “Then what are you doing in here? You know if a trainer comes through here they’ll want you on their team, right?”

The idea of a human forcing captivity on her scared Charlotte, and she shrank away from Pollux. “No, I just, I like it here! The humans don’t bother me ever!”

"It seems weird that you wouldn't be target to trainers. Eevee like you an me aren't common, you know."

"I guess since I hang around the city they just assume I already belong to someone."

"Huh." Pollux said. "Sorry, I've just never spoken to a wild Pokemon before, only battled them."

“Battled them?” Charlotte gasped. “Like fighting? Why would you do that?”

“Um, to get stronger? I’m on a journey with my trainer to get really strong and eventually battle the Pokemon League, to become the most powerful trainer in Johto and Kanto.” he replied, seemingly confused by Charlotte’s lack of knowledge. “I mean, it’s not like we just attack Pokemon out of the blue, usually only when they attack us. Which does happen.”

Charlotte couldn’t imagine why a Pokemon like herself would attack a wandering human and their Pokemon, but didn’t pursue further into the matter, rendering a brief silence between her and Pollux.

Pollux was the first to break the silence. “So we’ll be here until tomorrow morning, we’ve traveled a lot further than we’re used to. Maybe you can show me around until then?”

Charlotte was pleased by the idea to share her company, if only for the day. She took Pollux around the entirety of the city, showing him through even the tiny, forgotten alleyways providing shortcuts through the streets. She was a little surprised by his boldness to jump onto window-sills and stare directly into homes, even waving to a few of the occupants--a feat Charlotte had never done. She found herself growing more and more comfortable with the young Eevee as the day went on, until her initial shyness was forgotten entirely.

She took him to the beach-side just as the sun was beginning to dip into the waves, its descent casting crimson reflections across the lazily rolling waves. A few humans were basking on towels in the sand, but not many, leaving the beach quiet save for the foaming waves rolling on the sand, only to slowly sink back into the water.

Pollux stared into the the gleaming sea with awe, dazed by the scenery. It didn’t take long for the sun to fall behind the water’s surface, leaving the sky great with the first stars. “Erm, Charlotte, have you ever, considered, you know..leaving?”

Charlotte was caught off guard by the question, but shook her head quickly. “No, I like it here, this is my home.”

Pollux didn’t seem entirely content by her response. “Even if it meant seeing new great things? And growing up to be stronger and better than you would if you were to stay in one city?”

Pollux’s words put Charlotte on edge. She narrowed her eyes to scowl at him, a surge of hostility running through her. “Better? You think you’re better because you’ve seen more than me? And fight wild Pokemon for your own achievement?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant!” Pollux quickly retaliated. “I was just asking, that’s all.. You’re nice, and fun. Vantas is, well, kind of suckish company. It just seems like it’ll be forever before we get any new assets to our team, and I just thought maybe you might want to tag along, that’s all.”

Charlotte held his gaze suspiciously for a long moment before allowing the fur on her spine to lie flat. There was a stoney quiet between them before Pollux sighed and rose to his paws. “I think I remember where we’re staying for the night… I should head back, Kris is probably worried sick.” He shuffled his paws in the sand awkwardly. “Um.. I had fun today!” He managed a small laugh. “If I don’t see you again before we leave tomorrow, then I guess I’ll..see you around?”

Charlotte nodded, suddenly upset that the Eevee had to leave despite her previous scorn. “Yeah, see you around.”

Pollux grinned at her before turning away and taking off away from the sea at a trot. Charlotte’s eyes followed him until he disappeared into the growing darkness before sighing softly to herself and standing up. I figure it’s high past time I get home, she decided glumly. She began to slowly walk through the sand back into the cluster of buildings, gradually quickening her pace to a trot, making her way through the dark streets of the city.

Just as she turned onto the paved street leading back out of the city, she heard a mumbling voice coming from a shadowed alley. She paused to investigate, narrowing her eyes until she could make out four dark shapes. She figured that whatever the humans were doing in the shadows was shady business, but her curiosity got the best of her. Careful to keep her steps silent, she crouched low to the ground and crept into the alleyway, hiding herself behind a crate, and strained her ears to hear what the humans were saying.

“...believe it. You’re conning us. Monsters don’t exist.” the first voice was suspicious.

“Believe it or not, it’s true! And I’ve got one, a savage thing it is!” the second voice rasped, and Charlotte assumed he was an old human. “And the sight is yours to behold if you have the pay!”

A third voice, that of a teen boy, was heard: “Fine, show us then if you’ve got it.” There was a rustling of clothes; Charlotte could scarcely make out a hand reaching into a pocket.

“Really, dude,” --a fourth voice, as skeptical as the first-- “this is a waste of time, it’s sketchy.”

The first voice: “Yeah, old man’s nuts.”

The third again: “Come on guys, it’s just a few bucks lost.”

There was a silence before the two other boys grunted in hesitant agreement, and Charlotte heard the old man chuckle quietly, a menacing chuckle that sent a chill down her spine. After a brief exchange between each teen and the old man, the group proceeded to head down the street, clinging to the shadows of the buildings. She trailed behind the small group, keeping a fair distance between them and herself. They weaved through only dark alleys and untouched backroads Charlotte had never ventured into, until they came to a small tin building the Eevee had never seen before. It wasn’t ruined, but still clearly abandoned; its most of its windows were boarded, and those that weren’t were cracked or missing glass completely, and the door hung a bit crooked on its hinges. The old man glanced around a few times before pushing the door open, its hinges emitting an ugly screech, and letting the three boys into the building. Charlotte waited until the door was securely shut behind them before she circled around the building to find an accessible window. She found a window she could reach by climbing a pile of old lumber, and quickly scrabbled up the thick strips of wood until she could reach the window sill. The window pane was gone, and a cold rush of air met her when she stuck her head through the window.

The old man and his followers were inside the single-room building, along with another middle-aged man who was leaning idly against a wall, a toothpick hanging from his lips. “Uncle,” he spoke, his voice hard, “I thought we agreed not to bring anymore small brats. They’re likely to tell someone you know.”

The old man broke a toothy grin, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “They’ll pay the most, boy! We caught it for the money, didn’t we? What use is it if we keep it hidden away? It’s pointless!” he cackled.

The other man sighed to himself, folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head, but did not pursue the argument.

One of the teens cleared his throat impatiently. “Well? We gave you our money, so where is this ‘monster’, huh?”

The old man chuckled again and flipped a wiry switch on the wall. A few dim lights came on, revealing a small cage in a previously shadowed corner. Charlotte leaned forward, trying to see what was contained behind the iron bars of the cage. She flinched when she heard a faint but vicious growl, which she presumed was made by whatever ‘monster’ was confined. The three teens seemed frozen into their places, their eyes wide. They’re expressions slowly faded into disgust.

“What the hell is that?” one asked repulsively.

The old man gave another chilling cackle. “A monster, it is just as I said!” he exclaimed icily, making Charlotte shrink away from the window. “Do you believe me now?”

“Is it a Pokemon?” the former skeptic questioned, seeming spooked. “It doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen, it looks, it’s..” He trailed away at a loss for words.

The old man slapped him on the shoulder roughly, causing the boy to jump away. “It is a rare apparition from hell! It’s not a Pokemon, it’s a demon!” He howled with laughter, happy to boast his catch. Charlotte gasped and ducked under the window as the man turned to her direction. She waited several long moments before daring the peek up out the window again, the breathed a sharp sigh of relief to see he was again turned away from her.

The spooked teen began to nudge the other’s shoulder. “We should go.”

The less-bothered boy raised a hand in a gesture. “Why? Look at that thing, so cool! I never thought such a beast could exist!”

His companion tugged roughly at the other’s shirt. “This is weird, that guy is weird, let’s go.”

The other teen shoved him away with a cheeky laugh. “Alright wimp, you can leave, but I’m not. Right, Nico?”

The remaining boy --Nico-- glanced at either of his friends hesitantly. Finally he uttered a quiet, “Yeah.”

The spooked teen clenched his fists and muttered what Charlotte assumed were curses, but didn’t leave the building. The bolder boy approached the caged creature, who emitted a low, droning snarl.

“Erm, Ches--”

“Relax, Jake.” the teen --Ches-- laughed, continuing his advance on the ‘monster’. The confined creature’s furious growling only increased in volume as Ches approached it, but the boy was unnerved. He crouched down in front of the cage, facing the ‘monster’s’ snarling easily. “A demon, are you?” he said, wrinkling his nose as he observed the apparently repulsive body. “You certainly look like one. A real, disgusting monster. Who’d have thou--” Suddenly the creature let out a short, fearsome howl, and Ches cried out as one of his wrists suddenly twisted harshly seemingly on its own accord, accompanied by a sharp zapping sound. He grabbed his wrist, desperately trying to break the invisible hold on it, but could not so much as budge his magically mangled limb.

The old man let out a cry of rage and revealed a small remote from his pocket, slamming a finger down on a button. The creature in the cage screeched seemingly from agony, its cries sounding to Charlotte like nails on a board, and she pressed her paws hard over her ears to try to block out the sound, but no matter how hard she pressed the agonized screaming never so much as quieted. When the screeching finally died back down to a moan, then back to a savage growling again, the screams still echoed in her ears.

The old man kicked the bars of the cage, making the creature snarl. “Filthy monster!” he snapped furiously.

Ches, in spite of his previous confidence, was wide eyed and trembling, scrambling away from the cage. “W-what the, what the hell?!”

The old man didn’t divert his glare from the ‘monster’. “A savage specimen, it is, just as I told you! A real monster!” he grunted.

Nico pulled Ches to his feet. “Now we go.” he muttered, sending a disgusted look at the creature. Ches just nodded. The three teens didn’t bother with a goodbye and rapidly headed for the door.

“Tell no one of what you have seen here!” the old man cried after them. “Never speak of the monster in here!”

Charlotte ducked down and flattened herself the the stip of wood on which she sat, watching warily as the trio escaped the small building and vanish into an alleyway.
Charlotte turned her attention back to the duo within the building. The elder’s nephew sighed deeply and shook his head. “I told you to keep kids away from here, they only cause trouble. You know they’re likely to tell now. And may I remind you, Uncle, this abuse is highly illegal here.”

The old man waved a hand as though batting away the remark, grunted with irritation. “It’s a monstrosity, anyone would lock it up!”

“It’s alive, isn’t it? You’re little freak-show here won’t be very appreciated by the law.”

“And what! You’re really worried about getting caught, are you?”

The nephew shook his head. “Of course not, even if we’re found making money off of this freak by authorities, I have no fear of getting caught. That’s me though. You, however, should be worried.”

The old man was infuriated by his nephew’s remark. “I have nothing to fear more than you! We will not be found out, I say, no one will rat us out!” he barked, making Charlotte flinch back.

The nephew sighed again. “Suit yourself.” he muttered, flicking off the light. The room fell into darkness once more, leaving Charlotte to stare unseeing into the shadows.

Charlotte found she had been holding her breath, and let it out shakily. Her paws trembled, and she struggled to safely crawl back down to the ground. She’d never intended to stay out so late, she knew her father wouldn’t be happy to know she had stayed out far past dark. She shakily padded away from the building and back into the shadows of the tight alleyway, tossing a long look over her shoulder. The screaming of the creature still echoed in her mind, and she shook her head in futile attempt to clear it.

She wound through the streets until she arrived back on the road that led out of the city. She increased her pace to a quick jog as the road faded into dirt and stones until it ended altogether. She’d never wandered the wilderness at such a light hour, and was unnerved by the idea a predators. She stuck to the tall grasses to avoid being seen by large, hungry birds, and broke into a run as she rounded a large oak. Her burrow was located up the bank of a small pond through a small stretch of trees. In the darkness she had to locate the den by memory, as the shadowy entrance was lost in the dark. Charlotte finally found the entrance, ducking under a gnarled root and was plunged into darkness within the burrow.

She heard the soft, sleeping breaths of her Jolteon father across the den. Careful to avoid waking him, she circled around him until she found her moss nest in the back of the den. She lowered herself into the bed with a soft sigh, laying her head on her paws. Sleep came to her slowly; she had a hard time blocking out the creature’s cries ringing in her ears before she was able to drift off into a troubled slumber.

 

[Beth Pavell]

Re: Suzu's Angel

I'm sure I remember this from a while ago. I don't remember if I ever reviewed or not, but I definitely remember it. By way of advice, I would get involved with the community here, if I were you. Authors who sign up just to post a story tend not to get much in the way of views and reviews - in fact in general I've noticed that people here are more likely to give your story a go if you get involved as well

 

[Sarabande]

Re: Suzu's Angel

I'm sure I remember this from a while ago. I don't remember if I ever reviewed or not, but I definitely remember it. By way of advice, I would get involved with the community here, if I were you. Authors who sign up just to post a story tend not to get much in the way of views and reviews - in fact in general I've noticed that people here are more likely to give your story a go if you get involved as well

Noted. I'm not able to get on hardly as much as I'd like to, but I'll do my best to involve myself.

CHAPTER TWO: FLIGHT FROM CHERRYGROVE

Charlotte awoke in her burrow with a start. It was still dark out, and she figured she hadn’t slept for more than a couple hours. She could still hear her father asleep across the den. It didn’t take her long to decide what had woken her up; she wanted to go back to the building in Cherrygrove.

No, that’s crazy, you can’t go back there, she argued against herself, but she seemed to have no power over her legs, which brought her to a stand. She fought helplessly against the impulsion to leave her burrow, but finally gave in to herself as she ducked through her burrow’s entrance and took off at a run through the stretch of trees. In her rush she didn’t bother keeping out of any predators’ sights, and raced into the slumbering city.

Charlotte weaved in and out of houses, winding through streets and alleyways until she saw the shabby building ahead of her. She slowed her pace as she emerged from the thick darkness of an alleyway. There was a thin line of light on the horizon, signalling that dawn was nearly upon her. She walked as lightly as she could around the building until she came to the lumber pile, and quietly climbed up the strips of wood. She raised her eyes just above the window sill to look inside the building. It was dark, save for a few lit candlesticks. The old man was on the floor leaning against wall, asleep.

Charlotte strained her eyes, trying to see into the bars of the tiny cage, but could only make out a faint shape in the shadows. She jumped as she heard a ragged breath from within the cage. She bit her lip, knowing the creature was awake, but trapped within the cage’s confines. Suddenly she felt a wave of pity for whatever was locked up inside the building, and yearned for a closer look.

“What do you want?”

Charlotte couldn’t contain a small startled yip, and threw herself flat against the lumber, her heart pounding wildly behind her ribs. Who said that?

The growl came again. “I know you’re there, you were here earlier too.” Charlotte’s blood turned to ice, knowing the only one who could have spoken was the caged creature.

Charlotte slowly rose back up to look through the paneless window, trying to steady her violently shaking paws. “I-I saw, saw you in h-h-here…..” she replied shakily, her voice barely audible to even herself. “You, you w-were hurt, I ju-just wanted to s-s-see that yo-you were alright.”

Charlotte flinched as the creature let a short, humourless laugh. “Alright? I wouldn’t know the meaning of the word!” the male voice spat bitterly.

Charlotte heard him growling a few phrases under his breath before she was able to make herself move. She looked over the edge of the window, noticing a small table just under her, with a crooked chair pushed up to it. She bit her lip hard, and dared to lower herself from the window onto the table’s surface. She willed her rapidly beating heart to slow down, afraid the old man could somehow hear it hammering inside her chest. Her efforts to steady her violently trembling legs were futile, and she proceeded to crawl down onto the chair, which wobbled hazardously under her weight, and then the floor. The concrete ground was freezing on the pads of her feet.

She stared into the cage from a distance. The candlelight showed a shape inside, and a flashing of eyes, but she couldn’t identify the creature. Charlotte could feel his eyes burning into her as she gulped and began approaching the cage.

“Come to see me too?” Charlotte froze as the creature spoke again, but willed herself to continue toward him. “It seems that’s all anyone wants to do.”

Charlotte forced her numb tongue to speak for her. “I-I just want to he-help. You, you do nee-need help, d-d-don’t yo-ou?”

Another short, barking laugh from the creature. “Help? Since when do you rats care about me?”

Charlotte could finally see the creature clearly, and a short scream escaped her throat before she could contain it. The creature’s filthy lavender coat was draped over ten clearly distinguishable ribs. His stomach was sunken in horribly deep, and he hips jutted out under his incredibly thin, patchy fur. A bent, wiry tail was wrapped protectively around his tiny paws from which small crooked claws protruded. But Charlotte couldn’t pull her terrified gaze from the creature’s face. His eyes were sunken so deep into their sockets she could only see them when they flashed in the candlelight. He had no nose, only two gaping black slits like that of a skull where a nose should have been. His cheeks were completely hollow, causing his cheekbones to jut sharply out of his face. A round crimson jewel rested on his forehead, flashing like blood when it caught the light of a candle. The skin on his face appeared almost to be rotting and decayed; it was like a Death’s head sat upon the end of his boney neck, a corpse’s skull somehow alive and moving. A thick black collar was bound tightly around his horribly thin neck, and seemed to have sharp nubs buried into the hideous creature’s skin on the inside.

The creature met Charlotte’s petrified face with a glare, his lips drawing back to reveal sharp, jagged teeth. “Like what you see?” he growled, glowering at her. Charlotte tried to speak, but couldn’t force words past her suddenly useless tongue. The creature growled with contempt. “Just couldn’t believe I was so repulsive until you saw, could you?”

Charlotte stammered a few feeble noises before she managed to form words. “W--w-w-what are…?”

“A monster,” he hissed nastily, “I was born a monster.”

Seeing the miserable creature enclosed inside the tiny cage, his protruding hips forcibly pressed against the iron bars, Charlotte felt a pang a pity alongside her fear. She forced herself to move even closer to the bars so she was only inches away from the creature’s horribly deformed face.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, and the creature narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “I d-didn’t mean t-t-to upset you. I ju-just think you ne-need help…”

The creature stared at her through his sunken eyes, seemingly at a loss for words. “....No one’s ever said such things before.” His breath was cold against Charlotte’s face. “What makes you care?”

Charlotte gulped. “I just, I heard you screaming and you were hurt, and I just…” her words trailed away from her, but still rendered the creature quiet for a moment.

“What’s your name, kid?” he finally asked in a low voice.

“..Charlotte…” she murmured, lowering her gaze away from the ugly face before her.

“Well, little Lotte, you shouldn’t stay here long. If he wakes up and finds you here I won’t be able to help you.” he said quietly, casting a glance at the dozing old man.

Charlotte’s stomach gave a rough churn at the idea of the ruthless old man discovering her. “But what about you?”

“What about me?” he growled. “Now go, leave before he gets up. It shouldn’t be long now.”

Charlotte reluctantly backed away from him. “I’ll come back,” she promised as she climbed back up the chair and onto the table. Charlotte paused before exited through the window. “Wait, what’s your name?”

The creature was silent for a long moment before he quietly replied, “Ali.”

Charlotte gripped onto the edge of the window and pulled herself back through it. The sun was just peaking over the village, turning the black sky into a soft grey. She crawled back down the lumber pile and left the building behind as she turned into the alleyway from which she came.

--

Charlotte didn’t end up seeing Pollux again, much to her disappointment, and spent the day quietly with Ali on her mind. The more she thought about the deformed creature confined in the building, the more pity she felt; the lurid face was still clear in her mind, but the more she pictured it the less the repulsive image bothered her. She was confident that when she returned to see him she wouldn’t freeze up at his hideous appearance as she had before. By the time the sun began its descent, she could only think of Ali as a poor, starving creature locked away against his will, an idea which lit a spark of fierceness inside her that she’d never felt before.

She returned to her burrow before the sun went down, and was met by a furious father who demanded that she stay in the burrow until he said otherwise. Charlotte glumly tried to get a little sleep before her designated time to sneak out. She managed to slumber a few hours before she pulled herself up in the inky darkness, slipping past her resting father and finding her way into the city.

She passed a tipped over tin trash can, with a few small scraps of unfinished human food spilled onto the asphalt. Charlotte’s stomach rumbled with hunger and she nearly proceeded to scarf down what was there, but the image of Ali’s terribly thin body flashed across her mind and she stopped. She decided to take what was there to the starving creature in the building, figuring he probably hadn’t eaten for days.

Charlotte made her way to the building, climbing up to the window as she’d done before. The old man was asleep against the wall again, snoring with his lips slightly ajar. Careful not the make a sound, Charlotte once again climbed down onto the table, then the chair, and then the icy cold concrete floor, a meaty bone clenched in her jaws. Ali seemed to be asleep in the candlelight, his body stretched out as much as the cage allowed, his chin resting on the floor and a small clawed foot stretched out from between the iron bars.

“Ali,” she whispered through the bone in her teeth. The creature did not stir. Charlotte approached the cage and dropped the bone at her feet. “Wake up, it’s me,” she said softly, leaning in closer to him. When he still did not move, Charlotte tentatively reached out to touch his paw. As soon as she touched his icy cold skin his hollow eyes snapped over and Charlotte was blown back by a sudden burst of energy. She squealed, startled by the expeditious assault, and fled from the cage. Ali staggered hurriedly to his feet, his lips drawn to reveal a snarl. However, his frightening expression fell away when he saw Charlotte.

“Lotte!” he hissed, his eyes widening. “What are you doing here? I said you shouldn't be here!”

Charlotte, trembling, shrank even further away from the cage, her back pressed against a cold tin wall. “I-I-I brought f-food!” she whimpered softly, motioning to the bone at Ali’s feet.

His face softened as he saw the food she brought. “Are you okay?”

Charlotte nodded shakily. “H-How did you do that?”

Ali pawed the meaty bone into his cage and began to tear at it roughy. He chewed it scrapless, leaving a completely clean bone in just a few seconds. “I don’t really look it, but I’m an espeon.” he said, his voice a bit muffled from the clean bone he continued to gnaw on. “I’ve been honing my psychic abilities for a while now.”

Charlotte gradually inched back to the cage. “You don’t look like an espeon.”

The bone snapped between Ali’s teeth, and he tossed to two halves away. “I was born this way, mind you.” he said bitterly.

Charlotte gulped, imagining an eevee like herself born with such deformities. “Sorry…”

Ali shook his head softly and wrapped his wiry forked tail over his paws. “Why do you come here, Lotte?” he said, squinting his eyes suspiciously. “You have no reason to be here.”

Charlotte stared at her shuffling feet. “I’m just worried is all...I’ve never seen a Pokemon locked up in a cage like you..I think it’s sad.”

Ali sighed under his breath. “You shouldn’t come here.” he repeated firmly.

“Why don’t you use your powers to unlock the cage?” she continued, ignoring Ali’s remark.

“I’ve tried. I can’t concentrate hard enough on it. It’s not like picking a lock with a wire. And it seems every time I nearly get the lock to turn, I get unwanted company.” he replied, his ears flicking with annoyance at Charlotte’s ignorance.

“What’s the collar?”

“Nemphis’ remote makes it shock. My psychic power scares him.”

“Nemphis?”

Ali motioned to the old man with his head.

Charlotte stood on her hind legs with her front paws pressed against the cage bars to examine the thick lock. It was a steel cube on the door with a small keyhole in the middle. Where are they keys…?

Suddenly there was a sharp grunt from Nemphis across the room. Charlotte and Ali both froze and stared at the elder, who was beginning to stir.

“Get out of here,” Ali hissed. “Go!”

Charlotte snatched the two bone halves in her teeth and scrambled up the chair and table, jumping through the window and sliding down the lumber pile. She heard Nemphis noisily waking up inside, and fled into the dark alley. She dropped the bones on the concrete and sprinted back through the streets and out of the city, not stopping until she reached her burrow. She let her labored breathing slow before she entered the den.

Thankfully her father was still asleep, and she hurried into her nest, her heart still thumping painfully against her chest.

She awoke late, after the sun was well up into the sky. Her father was pacing back and forth just outside the den. Charlotte rose to her feet and padded out of the burrow, stretching in the bright sunlight. Her father was quick to confront her.

“I thought I made it clear you were to stay inside.” he growled gruffly.

Charlotte’s heart sank. “You meant it?” she said, disappointed. The Jolteon responded with an annoyed flick of his ear, and Charlotte turned around and dragged her feet as she re-entered the burrow.

Staying in the burrow all day felt like a prison, but she did her best to swallow down her complaints, especially when she thought of Ali trapped tightly within steel bars. So she dejectedly hung around the den, eating the meals she was brought and waiting impatiently for the sun to go down again.

She spent the duration of her time sulking in the burrow thinking of how to break Ali out of his confines. She figured the best idea was to find the keys to the cage, which she assumed were either with the old man or his nephew. The task seemed nearly impossible otherwise; since Ali struggled to pick the lock telekinetically, she wrote off any ideas of picking it herself ludicrous, and while she considered trying to break the bars of the cage, she knew it was a ridiculous idea considering that Ali was most likely held under constant surveillance, and even if he wasn’t the prospect of her managing to break the steel herself was preposterous. She pushed away the idea of attempting to get a human to help, for fear that the human may side with Nemphis on behalf of Ali’s monstrous appearance.

The day hours seemed to drag on for a lifetime. Her father brought back a meal twice, but they shared no words throughout the day. Charlotte’s father only fell asleep well after the sun had disappeared, and Charlotte wasted no time in escaping the burrow in which she had been trapped. She let the night breeze ruffle her fur blissfully before hastily hurrying through the darkness into the city.

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For the next four days Charlotte followed the same routine; lounging lazily around the burrow until her father fell asleep, then sneaking out to give Ali whatever food she could find in the streets. She very quickly found herself getting incredibly attached to the deformed espeon within the building, who proved to be much sweeter in his personality than his looks. He never made the mistake of attacking her again, and stopped chastising her for visiting him. He was good to her, and clearly enjoyed her company.

She had attempted to break Ali out on several occasions. He informed her that the keys were held by Nemphis’ nephew, who Charlotte hadn’t seen since her first visit, and Ali didn’t know his whereabouts, throwing Charlotte’s most reasonable plan out, at least until she saw the man again. She sheepishly informed Ali of her plan to break the cage bars, which he was quick to dismissed amusedly. Charlotte would convince him to try and pick the lock psychically every night, but as he tried he would always end up rattling the door noisily or losing his focus for an instant and letting his psychic blow out through the room in physical force, both which disturbed Nemphis’ sleep and had Charlotte hurrying out for the night, lest he catch her with Ali.

It was just like any other night. Charlotte carefully slipped past her sleeping father and hurried through the darkness into the city, where for nearly a half hour she searched human trash cans for leftover food. She was on her way to taking what she found to the shabby building, but quickly doubled back when she saw two figures in the alleyway which led to it.

Charlotte crouched behind a dumpster, and identified Nemphis as one of the humans. The other was another teen boy, not any of the three which had payed to see Ali before; this boy was wearing a heavy hood over his head, shadowing his features, and his hands folded away into the baggy sweater’s pocket. She waited until they both disappeared into the building before climbing up to the window.

Nemphis’ nephew was there this time, leaning against a wall with his arms folded over his chest. His eyes narrowed when he saw his uncle’s new accompaniment.

“Another kid.” he said in his steely voice. “You shouldn’t bring kids here, I say.”

Nemphis ignored him. “Behold to you, my boy, the monster, as promised!” he cackled, rubbing his hands together. He glanced at his nephew. “This one pays good, I tell you!”

Charlotte couldn’t make out the teen’s face under the hood of his sweater, but her thick fur bristled as he approached Ali’s cage. She heard Ali’s low, droning growl and nearly jumped. With how friendly he’d been to her, she’d forgotten how frightening he could really be.

The teen finally spoke: “I’m unimpressed.” Nemphis scowled at this, and Ali’s growl only grew more vicious. The boy payed no mind. “I expected a monster, not just an imprisoned Pokemon.”

Nemphis clenched his fists. “That’s not a Pokemon, boy! It is a savage beast pulled out of some nightmare, a monster!”

The boy shook his head. “Monsters don’t exist.” he said coolly. He turned to face Nemphis. “This is just abuse.”

The nephew finally interrupted. “Who are you, and what do you want.” His voice was hard as stone, but the teen didn’t waver. Instead, he reached into his pocket and revealed a small red-and-white orb which Charlotte had seen but never learned the name of.

The nephew revealed his own small ball, and clicked the button in its center, which caused it to double in size. The ball emitted a flash of red light, which faded to reveal a large, menacing golbat. Charlotte stared with astonishment as the teen’s ball let out a pidgeotto.

The pidgeotto was moving instantly, flying at the golbat with incredibly speed. It struck the golbat with its wing, knocking it into a wall, but the bat immediately retaliated by clamping its terrible fangs down on its attacker’s wing. The pidgeotto screeched fury and grabbed the golbat’s wing in its talons and repeatedly bashed its sharp beak into its face. The golbat let go of its wing and struggled to free itself, spitting a glob of deep purple sludge into the pidgeotto’s breast. The acid sizzled as it burned through the bird’s golden feathers, and it released the large bat to attempt to get the sludge off of its skin.

Charlotte leaped through the window as she saw the golbat rush forward to continue its assault on the bird, who had, in its struggle, crashed into a wall. She startled the golbat, and its flight was unbalanced just long enough for her to spring into the air and crunch down on its wing. The golbat, however, seemed hardly phased by her attack, and with a powerful beat of its wing threw her off so she slammed into the bars of Ali’s cage. With the pidgeotto preoccupied, the golbat turned to her and flew at her with its jaws wide, clearly preparing to turn Charlotte into a meal. Charlotte cried out in terror and shut her eyes tight, waiting for the toxic fangs to crush her, but she heard the snapping of bone instead. Opening her eyes in alarm she saw the golbat’s wing twisted violently behind its body, held by what she knew what Ali’s psychic, throwing it off course so it slammed into a tin wall.

It wasn’t a second after the golbat’s wing was brutally mangled that Ali screamed in agony, falling to the floor of his cage and convulsing. Charlotte scrambled to her paws, tears stinging her eyes from the exhilaration and looked around wildly to find Nemphis, and located him in the corner of the building, staying clear of the fighting. She swerved around the flailing golbat and charged the old man, leaping up to latch onto his wrist with her teeth and scratching at his hand and arm. With a shout of fury he let go of the remote, and Charlotte dropped to the ground to pick it up in her teeth. She fled away from Nemphis and began repeated smashing the remote into the ground until it gave off a few crackling sparks and broke.

Nemphis was on her again in an instance, and she screeched in pain as the toe of his leather shoe rammed into her side. She flew across the room, skidding across the concrete floor from the impact of the man’s blow. She struggled to get to her feet, her struck ribs screaming for her to stop, but she felt a hand clench roughly around the back of her neck. Nemphis’ fingers hooked cruelly into her thick-furred collar, and she cried out as she tried uselessly to claw at his arm. She prepared herself to fatally be smashed into the ground again, but suddenly the hand let go of her neck and she fell to the ground in a painful heap.

She saw, to her amazement, Ali latched onto Nemphis’ shoulder, kicking off of him when the man reached around to grab him. Positioning himself protectively over Charlotte, he snarled viciously at Nemphis, who was suddenly frozen and rigid. With an agonizing wail his hands went to his face, and he clutched the sides of his head, eyes bulging. Ali didn’t let Nemphis go even when he fell to the ground, blood dripping from his nose, ears, and eyes, continuing to psychically tear him apart from the inside, until the old man’s kicking and screaming ceased and he lay lifelessly on the floor.

Charlotte saw the pidgeotto, now free from the golbat’s acid, charge the golbat to deal a finishing blow. The golbat, unable to fly away, parted its jaws and spat another load of steaming acidic sludge at the bird. It hit the pidgeotto square again, but to Charlotte’s astonishment the golden bird suddenly vanished as it was struck. The golbat was just as bewildered, looking around wildly for its opponent. She spotted the pidgeotto was perched in the rafters of the roof, and it immediately dove down with its wings folded to its chest. It’s wings let out as it neared the floor and its talons hooked into the back of the golbat's head, slamming it's face brutally into the concrete floor. The large bat did not rise again, and the pidgeotto pulled its claws out of its flesh.

The pidgeotto then turned to face the remaining man, who had returned his golbat to its ball. His face showed no resentment, however. “Shame we have to get out so early,” he said coolly, “I told Uncle not to let kids in here, it only brings trouble.”

He let out another Pokemon, which Charlotte saw for only an instant. The koffing immediately erupted into smoke, which rapidly filled the room. Charlotte buried her burning eyes into her paws, and felt Ali press against her protectively. He gave a short bark and with a swing of his head, a glowing lavender blade shot from his forehead, whirling to where the Koffing had been, cutting through the thick black smoke. Instead of slashing the koffing, the psycho cut ripped through the wall instead before dissipating.

"Get up Lotte," Ali said, pulling Charlotte up to her feet and guiding her swiftly to the doorway.

Her eyes burned from the smoke and her lungs screamed for breathable airs as she stumbled through the doorway, collapsing on the pavement to coughing violently. Ali was panting noisily, and he seemed he could barely hold himself on his feet.

The teen was the next to escape the building, his pidgeotto folding its wings tightly to its body to fit through the doorway. He coughed furiously, using a baggy sleeve to wipe the inky smoke stains from his face. In the heat of the conflict the hood had blown off his head, revealing long locks of hair falling over his pale face. His bright blue eyes seemed to glow even in the darkness of the night.

"Thank you, Firion," he panted, and in a flash of light returned the tired bird back to its ball.

The boy turned to Ali, who immediate stiffened and showed his teeth threateningly, his exhaustion forgotten. Charlotte cowared timidly under the protection of his body, staring wide-eyed at the boy between Ali's shaking front legs. She admired the espeon's will to fight, knowing he was starved and weak after having been locked in the tiny confines of the cage for what she assumed was weeks; the violent trembling of his boney frame and the heaving of his ribs showed his exhaustion.

The boy crouched down and held a hand out to Ali, who snapped his jaws in defiance, his short hair bristling fiercely in his distrust. The teen retracted his hand, his face dark with pity.

"Ali let's go," Charlotte whimpered.

Ali slowly backed away from the boy, his faced twisted even more in his hostility. Charlotte fled behind the protection of his back, shrinking behind him at his heels. The boy didn't pursue them, but stayed where he was and watched them retreat the scene in silence.

Once a safe distance was put between them and the boy, Ali turned his back to him, his savage facade dropping into concern. "Come on," he said softly, giving Charlotte's ear a comforting lick and guiding her into the shadows of a dark alley. "Do you know your way?"

Charlotte nodded shakily and without a word took the lead, turning in and out of dark streets, careful to keep their route via tight, empty alleyways, keeping a quick pace to put distance between them and the building, whose billowing smoke was sure to quickly intrigue a crowd. She took Ali a backway out of the city, bringing them to the pond on whose bank Charlotte and her father made their home. She stared over the silent, unmoving surface of the pond, knowing her burrow was somewhere near the opposite end.

She heard Ali almost immediately splash into the water, thrusting his face through the surface to drink desperately. She felt a hard pang in her heart as she knew it must have been ages since her friend had last been given a good meal. For several minutes Ali quenched himself before he backed back out of the water, his damp skin clinging to his deathly thin frame.

He turned to her, still breathing laboriously. "Are you okay, Lotte?"

Charlotte sucked in a shaky breath. "Y-yeah," she managed to say. Her heart thumped painfully against her still aching ribs, and she lowered herself into the grass. "How did you get out?"

"Hm?"

"Y-your cage...no, no one let you out, and yo-you said you couldn't. So h-how did you...?"

Ali lowered his eyes to the ground. "Nearly every day I tried to get out, but all I ever ended up achieving was wasting energy I needed." He paused. "But... Nemphis was going to kill you, Lotte. He's ruthless, you know. So I tried again to pick the lock telekinetically and I was somehow able to turned to lock."

Charlotte let out a breath. All at once the adrenaline of the fight faded away, and her emotions came flooding back to her. She couldn't resist the tears which rolled down her face, the full exhilaration of the event hitting her like a hammer. Ali was immediately beside her, crouching down to wipe away her tears, murmuring words of comfort into her ears. For what seemed like forever she lay with her face buried into Ali's shoulder, for once wishing never to see the city or her aggressive father again, wishing she could stay in the warm comfort of Ali's arms for as long as possible.

 

[Garren]

The Pokemon series has never exactly been clear on how intelligent Pokemon are when it comes to understanding humans...they can understand basic commands and such, every canon seems to agree on that, while the show usually also implies they can perfectly understand human speech. Although there are some episodes that implied that's not the case, such as one episode where there was the guy who could talk to Pokemon, and that was made out to be a gift, and another where Meowth had to translate human speech for Pokemon.

I guess it sort of bugs me Charlotte seems to be able to perfectly understand humans, despite being wild. That's the impression I get, at least. Also I'm sort of confused why she has a human name, without anyone to give it to her. I guess it makes things easier, as a writer, for her to interact with others, or perhaps you have a back-story explanation for that, but that stuck out. Of course, these aren't necessarily "DON'T DO THIS!" comments, and a ton of fiction does this where the POV animals have names and can understand humans, so maybe I'm just looking for something to comment on here.

Otherwise, I like it. To be honest, I don't see a lot of Pokemon POV stories here...and this one had a nice hook, with the mystery of who was in the cage (I thought you were going the usual route and it be Mewtwo (but I guess in retrospect some random old dude holding it in captivity wouldn't make much sense), especially when the first Psychic occurrence happened, and it being an abused Espeon was a neat twist. I thought the idea of their being creatures in the Pokemon world that are considered "monsters", is an interesting topic to explore. With how weird Pokemon can get, the use of that word as a derogative is interesting in the context of a Pokemon Story.