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    Well, I must say I've been holding myself back as long as I could before releasing this fic. To those of you who are reading my other fics, this is the main reason why I haven't updated them in a while. And those of you who are on FanFiction.Net may recognize this story as well.

    The Light in the Darkness is full of firsts for me. First time using the first person POV. First time with a female protagonist. First R-rated fic. First fic that will center around romance. Why would I attempt such a fic, especially since all my previous fics centered around action and adventure? Simple, I am attempting to build up my writing repertoire.

    Now, this story is rated R for language, adult themes, and violence. There will be some scenes that will probably be a little, let's just say they won't be posted here. In such cases, I would recommend you read the uncut version on FanFiction.Net. Those of you who are not mature enough to be reading this, I recommend you click yourself off this page now.

    *Waits for youth who wandered upon this page to leave*

    Good, then I will stop talking and let you read the story for yourself. All reviews and comments are welcome.

    So, let the madness begin...

    Prologue: Escape

    It was very cold.

    That was my first sensation when I awoke. My vision was blurred from misuse and my senses were taking their time to warm up. But I knew instantly that something was wrong. As my sight grew clearer, my greatest fears were confirmed.

    I was in a cage.

    But it’s impossible, I thought to myself. I cannot fit into a cage. I peered through the bars of my enclosure. Numerous other cages, one stacked upon another in an orderly fashion, lined the walls. I could not see the other occupants in their cages, as they were either covered or enshrouded in darkness. Somewhere in the room, something was wheezing, sounding as if it was nearing its final breath of life.

    Solemnly, I withdrew my eyes from the scene outside and into my own personal prison. All sides were made of a sheet metal, explaining the chill that awoke me just moments before. There was not much room. Heck, if I tried to stand up, I would probably bump my head.

    Just then, I heard footsteps walking across a tile floor. The other occupants took notice of this new sound. Groans and cries for food, water, and other essentials could be heard as it walked across the room. However, these calls went unheeded. Suddenly, the door to my cage opened and two bowls were placed before me at the entrance. I tried to say something, but I could only manage a whimper.

    “Shut up, you mangy mutt,” a gruff voice responded, and my cage door was shut and locked with authority.

    Mangy mutt? I thought angrily. I had been called many things in my life. But mangy mutt? For a moment, I refused to go anywhere near the bowls that sat before me. However, my stomach pained me with hunger and my mouth was dry. Reluctantly, I gave in to my body and crawled over to the bowls.

    The first bowl was filled with some sort of kibble. I recognized as the sort of food that I fed my Skitty at home. Somewhat disgusted, I turned away from the first bowl and turned to the second. It was filled with water. I crawled over the bowl, hoping to quench my thirst.

    I gasped and recoiled in fright. No way! It cannot be… I looked frightfully about my cage, as if afraid that someone else had noticed me. With utmost reluctance, I leaned over the bowl again.

    Reflecting back at me was not my long raven hair or my green eyes. Instead, brown fur covered my entire face. A pair of dark brown eyes stared back at me morosely. In addition, I now had long ears and small black nose. The reality slowly began to sink in. I wasn’t the teenage girl who had woken up that morning excepting yet another generic day.

    I was an Eevee.

    Frantically my mind tried to figure out how I came to be this way. Earlier that morning, I had found a letter from my older brother Kyle on the welcome mat. From what he told me, he worked for a pharmaceutical company that was working on some new cures for diseases. However, he said he couldn’t talk much about what he did; it was company policy.

    The letter seemed harmless enough: Kyle’s company—Gilroy Pharmaceuticals—was looking for some volunteers to test a new product. There was no information about what product they wanted to test on me, but nonetheless, I decided to go along with it and see what they wanted me to test.

    I arrived at the company later that afternoon, still contemplating what I would be asked to test. The company was located on the outskirts of the city, about an hour or so from where I lived. The building itself was a large, gray concrete two-story building, not unlike most of the other buildings surrounding it. I walked in and asked the receptionist about the product testing. She obliged and took me to another room. At one end of the room, an old overstuffed couch sat waiting for someone to sit upon it. There was also a small coffee table with a few old magazines to keep someone occupied as they waited.

    As I sat there for what seemed like hours, I thought about my brother. I had never really had a great relationship with him. He was always so secretive and untrusting of others. This was especially true after he joined Gilroy Pharmaceuticals. For all my life, I had wondered why he was this way. What big secret could he be hiding from me? I figured that this letter could be him finally opening up to me.

    At last, two men in white lab coats came into the room. Both men had surgical masks covering their face, as though they had just left the ER to meet me. They asked me to follow them. Like the lemming that I am, I followed, unaware of what awaited for me. That’s the last thing that I could remember.

    And now… I looked over my new body. Small paws instead of hands and feet. A mane of brown and cream fur around the scruff of my neck. A long puffed-up tail. I had always thought that Eevee were cute, but never had I imagined being one.

    Just then, I heard footsteps coming down the row of cages again. Two men in white labcoats stood in front of my cage.

    “Here we are sir,” the first one said. I recognized the voice as belonging to the man who brought me the food and water.

    “So this is it?”

    “Yes, Experiment EV-005.”

    It? Experiment EV-005? I felt my anger building. “Hey,” I shouted at them, “who are you calling it?”

    For some reason, though, they didn’t seem to understand me. One of the two turned back to me and looked into my cage. He wore dark glasses and the same surgical mask that the two men wore who escorted me out of the waiting room. For a minute, he just stared at me, silently. It was very unsettling. Then he stood up and whispered something to his accomplice. The man wrote down something on a clipboard before biding his comrade farewell and walking away. Now it was just the two of us, the man with dark glasses and I.

    He turned back around and looked at me again. “So, sister…” he drawled slowly.

    Sister? No, it can’t be. I began to crawl away from the entrance of my cage. You can’t be…

    He just smiled and laughed. But it was unlike any laugh I had ever heard. Cold and sinister, it seemed to suck out all the warmth left in my body. In an almost calculating manner, he reached up and pulled his dark glasses from his eyes. Now he stared at me with icy blue eyes. Kyle’s eyes.

    “Yes, Amber, it’s me, Kyle,” he said coldly, causing me to further draw back away from him. “What’s wrong? You’re acting like you’ve never seen your brother before.”

    I felt a strong pang of anger building in my chest. “You sick bastard!” I shouted angrily. “What did you do to me?”

    He simply laughed. “Now, now,” he said mockingly, “mean words won’t get you anywhere, especially if I can’t understand them.”

    I was confused. He can’t understand me. Why…? Then it hit me. It’s because I’m a Pokemon. I smacked myself in the forehead with my paw. It should’ve been obvious to begin with.

    “So you’ve finally figured it out,” Kyle continued in the same mocking friendly tone. “I guess you’re not as dumb as I thought you were.” Then, to my surprise, he reached out and opened my cage door. “Now come, sister. You don’t want to be late for your first tests.”

    I continued to stay pinned against the back of my enclosure, refusing to move. Whatever these tests were, I wanted not part of them. I shook my head.

    “You don’t seem to understand. You are coming with me.” His voice was beginning to shake with anger. It had long lost its friendly tone that may have coaxed someone who was more naïve than I out into the open. Once again, I shook my head, refusing to let my brother take further advantage of me.

    I noticed a glint of anger in my brother’s eyes. I had never seen my brother get angry with anyone, even at home. So to see this flare of anger was a great surprise. “Goddamn it, Amber, you’re coming with me!” he shouted.

    He thrust his arms into my cage, knocking over the bowls of food and water. His right hand latched onto the scruff of my neck, causing me to yelp in pain. “Let go of me!” I shouted at him, trying to break free of his grasp. He dragged me out of my cage, leaving me flailing in the air.

    “NO! I’ve waited too long for this moment!” he shouted furiously. His eyes burned with such anger it frightened me. At that point, I almost succumbed to my brother’s will. There was nothing I could do to resist him. He was going to lead me to my inevitable destruction and there was nothing I could do about it. But deep inside, I knew I couldn’t give up. I had to break free from my brother’s iron grasp.

    I continued to flail around, causing Kyle’s to lose his grip on me. Cursing under his breath, he brought his other arm around to get a firm hold. Seeing my chance, I bared my teeth and bit down on his forearm. Letting out a cry of pain, he inadvertently dropped me. Unfortunately for me, I landed awkwardly on my back right leg on the tile floor below. A tremendous pain shot through the nerves on my leg. Doing my best to ignore the pain, I pulled myself to my feet and limped toward the door.

    Unfortunately, Kyle was quick to recover and cut off my escape route. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked evilly, as he now slowly stalked toward. With each step he took forward, I stepped backward. “Come on, Amber. Let’s get this over with already.” He reached out to grab me, but I was just barely able to sidestep him.

    Frantically, I looked around for some way to get past my brother. It was then that I spotted a large lever up on the wall right behind Kyle. Hmm…I wonder what that switch does, I contemplated. Considering that my options were limited, I decided that it was worth a shot.

    I charged at Kyle, catching my older brother off-guard. He reached out to try and snatch me off the ground. However, I was prepared for this and jumped, smashing headfirst into his sternum. The force of my attack sent my brother sliding across the floor into the wall. His head jerked back from the sudden impact, knocking him unconscious. As his body slid the wall, his arm caught on the lever and pulled it down.

    Suddenly, an alarm went off. All the cage doors swung open, releasing their occupants into the room. Numerous creatures staggered out of their cages, surprised to find that they were, at last, free.

    Just then, I heard a groan nearby. Kyle was stirring. Panicking, I looked toward my fellow inmates whom I had just freed. I could recognize many of them, from the yellow fur and lightning bolt tail of a Pikachu to the white-and-red fur and the sharp claws of a Zangoose. “Come on,” I shouted to them motioning toward the doors. In my head, I prayed that they could understand me.

    Whether the fates were with me at that time, or if everyone just had the same idea, I do not know or care. With one loud unified cry, all of us charged toward the door. Kyle stood up and attempted to block our path of escape. But we were not to be denied. We were more than enough to overpower him, and thus we surged forward, on our way to freedom.

    I, injured leg and all, led us through the hell, searching for some exit. We encountered some of those white lab coats again, but we scratched, clawed, and gnawed our way past them when at last we discovered the exit. As soon as we hit the dark outside world, everyone scattered in many directions. I held back, making sure that every one of the inmates escaped and was on their way. After I had made sure that everyone else had escaped, I ran toward the city, hoping to find shelter for the night.

    As I ran, I felt a rain drop land on the tip of my nose. Great, I thought to myself. Just perfect. The heavens slowly began to unleash its rains upon the earth, thoroughly soaking my fur.

    Running through the unfamiliar alleyways, I searched for somewhere that I could rest. The pain in my leg had substantially increased as the rush of adreniline from the escape wore off. Cursing silently under my breath with each step, I found a large cardboard box next to a trash can. Well, it’s better than nothing, I thought to myself. I hobbled into the box, well protected from the rain, and settled down for the night.

    It was at this point that the reality of the whole situation began to sink in. I couldn’t help it anymore. I broke down and cried, cried more than I had ever cried before. Gradually, my crying ceased and I fell asleep, cold, soaked, and alone…

    Things couldn’t have been any worse.

    <End Prologue>
    Last edited by PokemonHero; 22nd December 2008 at 09:31 AM.

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    Whoa...dude, this is good! I am so subscribing to this thread! Keep it coming!
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    I'm not sure from your description if this fic still keeps its mature rating, but I'm not caring either. Why let such ratings deter one from a good read?

    And most surprisingly, I have nothing to nitpick. Gah.
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    Seconded, Jayc...Man, I need to step up my game!
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    It was all right save for one GLARING problem.

    Quote Originally Posted by PokemonHero View Post
    I felt a strong pang of anger building in my chest. “You sick *******!” I shouted angrily.
    There is absolutely no need for that. Either write the word or pick something else. To censor like that removes the reader from the story, and jarringly so.

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    It IS cut, after all.

    Though I have to agree with Blackjack. Probably everyone here can take that kind of language.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Blackjack Palazzo View Post
    There is absolutely no need for that. Either write the word or pick something else. To censor like that removes the reader from the story, and jarringly so.
    Whoops, my bad. Sorry about that. I just basically copied this straight from the page over on SPPf where that stuff gets censored. I forgot to fix that before I posted.

    And for those of you who do question the rating, all I'm saying is that I have plans for a lot more mature subject matter in later chapters.

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    Well, I don't think anyone would kill me if I went on and posted the next chapter. Would they? *Looks around* Didn't think so. So here's the next chapter.

    Chapter 1: Never Say Never


    The pangs of hunger in my stomach greeted me the next morning. I could never recall a moment in my life where I felt that hungry. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The box that I slept in that night was beginning to sag noticeably under the weight of last night’s rain. Carefully, hoping to avoid causing further damage to my shelter, I crawled out into the deserted alleyway.

    Of course, as soon as I had exited the cardboard box, it collapsed under the weight of the water on the roof. Great, I thought to myself, I’ll have to find another place to sleep tonight. However, shelter was not on the top of my list of priorities, as my stomach reminded me in no uncertain terms.

    My new sensitive nose picked up on a rancid odor, which I could only conclude to be one thing. I looked over toward the trashcan sitting where the cardboard box once stood. Yep, that’s it. There’s no mistaking the odor of rotten garbage. My nose scrunched up in disgust. Gross.

    Just then, a strange idea came to head, which I immediately attempted to push away. “No,” I told myself, turning away from my temptation. “No way am I going to—”

    My stomach growled angrily in protest. I looked back at the trashcan. The more I thought about it, the more the idea sickened me. But the more I looked at it, the more tantalizing the option became. Heck, the odor didn’t seem to bother me any longer. Compared to everything else I’d been through over the past twenty-four hours, what was a little garbage?

    I shook my head and sighed. “I am going to regret this,” I muttered under my breath. Giving myself a good lead, I ran at the trashcan, slamming into it with authority. However, it didn’t even tip over. Angrily, I lined myself up again, when suddenly…

    “Hey, what’s the big idea?”

    I was so shocked that I fell over backward. D-d-did that trashcan just talk? I quickly disregarded that thought. Even if I was a Pokemon, there was no way that an inanimate object could talk. Could it?

    As if to confirm my sentiment, a head popped up above the rim of the can. He bared a striking semblance to a bulldog with two fangs protruding out from underneath the lower lip. Crap, a Snubbull. I remembered how my old neighbor once had one. It was a nasty little thing, always digging holes and snapping at my Skitty. I was grateful when the man moved away.

    This Snubbull looked around the alleyway angrily, trying to find the intruder who had disturbed his slumber. Then, of course, he spotted me. For a moment, he just stared at me angrily, trying to intimidate me. However, I stood my ground firmly, not letting fear get the better of me.

    Finally, he spoke to me. “What’s the big idea? Why did you wake me up?” he asked me bitterly.

    “Hello, there…” I began, trying to be friendly. “I was wondering, it wasn’t a problem with you, if I could…”

    He didn’t even let me finish. “No.” And with that, he pulled his head back into his can, no longer wishing to talk to me.

    I sighed and walked away. Well, it was worth a try, I figured. However, my stomach disagreed with me. My hunger pains were growing progressively worse. Then, of course, there was my injured leg. I still couldn’t put my full weight on my back leg. Gingerly, I limped out of the alley and onto the streets of the city.

    I figured that being a Pokemon would earn me some sort of sympathy from people. However, that wasn’t the case. Most people didn’t seem to take any notice of me. They were too preoccupied with their own trivial matters, talking on their cellphones or walking to their jobs. No one seemed to care for a poor, starving Eevee.

    Just then, my nose picked up on a scent. Not just any scent though. Food. I didn’t even notice that I had begun to drool in anticipation. I hurried as fast my short legs could carry me, following my nose through the throngs of people until…yes, I found it!

    A man in a business suit was sitting on a bench reading a newspaper, apparently waiting for the bus. A briefcase sat on the ground next to his feet. But that’s not I was focused on. Sitting next to him was a brown paper bag. And the best part: he wasn’t paying any attention to it whatsoever! Looking around to make sure no one spotted me, I slowly snuck toward the bench. I could already taste the wonderful food that attracted me to that very spot. Just when I reached out to snatch the bag…

    “Mommy! Look at that Eevee.”

    Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a little girl walking past with her mother, trying to point me out to her preoccupied mother. Desperately, I drew my front paw across my throat, trying to tell her to be quiet. However, this only seemed to further enthrall her.

    “Mommy, that Eevee is funny!” she exclaimed cheerfully, tugging at her mom’s dress in an attempt to garner her attention. “You’re not even looking!”

    “Yes, yes. I see,” her mother responded, not even bothering to lift her eyes toward me. “Come on, Kayla. We need to get you to school.” With that, the mom took the now sulking little girl by the hand and led her away.

    I let out a sigh of relief. That was too close. Quickly, I turned back to the bench and tried to collect my prize. My paw just touched the bag when the man put down his newspaper and turned to grab his lunch, spotting me in the process. “Damn it,” I cursed under my breath. I promptly withdrew my paw from his bag.

    The man looked over me for a moment. He wasn’t that old, probably not even thirty yet. He had a short, well-trimmed goatee, counterintuitive to his long, messy black hair. I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me, or just surprised to find me pawing at his lunch. His face refused to yield any emotion toward me. I solemnly turned away from him, not wanting to cause him any trouble. Thoughts ran through my head, not about where I could find food, but if I could find food.

    But then, much to my surprise, I felt a tap on the back of my neck. I turned around to find the man reaching into his brown paper bag. No way, I thought to myself. He pulled out a small parcel wrapped in rice paper. As he unwrapped it, I could smell that heavenly aroma that could only be associated with good food. I closed my eyes, letting the aromas further entice me. It smelt so good. And it seemed so close. I opened my eyes…

    There before me was the man, whom just moments before I had nearly stolen from, offering me half of a sandwich. I looked at the sandwich, then at the man. He just smiled at me, giving me the impression that he was being sincere in his action. He wasn’t mad at me.

    Gratefully, I took the sandwich from his hand and wolfed it down in only a few bites. I ate it so fast that I didn’t get a particular idea what it actually consisted of. But never had such a small amount of food been so gratifying. My body wanted more, but I had to suppress myself. This man had done a great service to me, giving up part of his own lunch to satisfy my own need. The last thing I needed was to let my greed get the better of me. “Thank you,” I said to him. I knew that he couldn’t understand what I said, but I felt that it would be rude not to thank him.

    The man reached out and scratched behind me ears. I flinched at first, because it was so unexpected. But that was quickly replaced by a feeling of bliss. My legs nearly gave way under me. I let out a content sigh. Now I knew why Pokemon were so happy to have to ears scratched. It just felt so good. I looked up at him. He just smiled back at me, happy to see that I was enjoying it.

    A loud groan of gears filled my ears. I turned around and saw that a bus had pulled up in front of our bench. I realized that this was reason he was sitting there in the first place. The man looked down at me and shook his head. I could tell that he really didn’t wish to leave either. He reached down and picked up his briefcase and lunch.

    Before boarding, he bent down one last time and petted me on my head. “Take care little one,” I heard him whisper to me before he stood up and got onto the bus. I tried to follow, but the doors slammed shut in my face. The bus driver hadn’t taken notice of me. Not like I expected him to, but still. The bus shifted gears and I watched sadly as it drove away.


    I sat in the shade of a large oak tree in the park. For past few hours, I made my way through the streets of the city. I searched for someone to keep me company in some way. However, not one person showed me the same kindness that one man had. By the afternoon, I solemnly made my way into the park.

    As with most inner cities parks, it was quite large. There were playing fields, often in use for some sort of competition. The park’s many trails were always occupied by jogging aficionados, cyclists, and people on roller blades. Trees were plentiful and served to provide shade to the park’s occupants, as well as shelter a plethora of tree-based Pokemon.

    I observed a young boy throwing a Frisbee around with his pet Zigzagoon, a brown-and-white striped raccoon which had a tendency to run in (surprise, surprise) zigzags. The boy would toss the flying disk a fair distance, so far ahead of Zigzagoon that I always thought that it wouldn’t be able to catch up with it. But every single time, the spunky creature was able to catch up with it and either pull off a spectacular catch, or a just as spectacular duff. There was one that I particularly enjoyed when it jumped up, only to be clunked in the head by the Frisbee. But both boy and Pokemon took the miscue in stride though, and they went on playing for what seemed like hours.

    By the time the twosome left, it had gotten fairly late. The sun began to sink behind the skyscrapers nearby. My focus returned to my own issues. There was, after all, the new challenge of finding shelter. I considered staying in the park for the night. But the thought of all the nighttime activities that I knew took place quickly drove me away. I gingerly made my way out of the park, cursing angrily under my breath with each step.

    Not far from the park, I found a large, unoccupied cardboard box sitting in an alley. As I settled down, I thought about what I should do next. Finding a permanent shelter was tops on my list. I couldn’t just spend my days going between every cardboard box within a five-mile radius. No, what I needed was an actual building. Four walls, a floor, and a roof. Of course, there were other comforts that would certainly be appreciated, but just to have the basic structure would be enough. I laid my head down as I drifted into a fantasy world, leaving my troubles behind…

    “We’re getting close. Her scent’s stronger than ever.”

    This quickly snapped me out of my fantasy. Her? Praying that they weren’t talking about me, I withdrew further back into my cardboard box, hoping to stay out of sight of whoever was out there.

    “You sure, boss? I can’t smell anything…”

    “Trust me. When you’ve done this for as long as I have, you know when you’re close.”

    I listened as the voices drew nearer and nearer to my box. The closer they got, the more scared I became. Two sets of legs came into view outside of the box. But they weren’t human legs; they were long, black canine legs. I began to shiver in fear of what would happen if they found me.

    “Hey, what’s that?”


    “That box. It’s shaking.”

    Oh no! I was shaking too much! I watched helplessly as one of the sets of legs came slinking over toward the box. Desperately, I tried to think about what I could do. The back of the box! The legs stopped at the entrance of my box. Slowly, a head came into view. First, a gray, drool-soaked muzzle sniffed around my box. Then, a pair of yellow-and-red eyes peered inside. A sinister scar ran down the right side of his face. I was now staring into the face of a large, fierce-looking Mightyena.

    A smile came across the canine’s face. “Hello, poppet,” he sneered. He licked his chops in anticipation of whatever he had planned next.

    Of course, I didn’t plan on sticking around to find out what that was. I broke through the back of the box, out in the alley once again. Without looking back, I ran as fast as I could away from the Mightyena. Suddenly, something smashed into the back of my head. I let out a cry of pain as I was sent sprawling across the ground. They had obviously hit me with some sort of attack. Whatever it was, it was strong. My head felt as though it was about to crack open.

    As I tried to stand, a second Mightyena leapt over me and blocked my path. I glanced back toward the way I came. The Mightyena who had entered my box was now out and stood between the streets and myself. I was trapped.

    “Heh-heh-heh,” the Mightyena with a scar chuckled. “You’ve got nowhere to go do you?” He began to draw closer to where I stood.

    “What do you want?” I demanded, constantly looking between the two Mightyena. The pain in my head was getting worse.

    He grinned menacingly. “We’re just looking for a little…fun,” he said in a mocking kind voice. Both he and his partner sneered and stalked closer and closer to where I stood.

    The pain in my head was unbearable and a wave of panic surged through my body. I shut my eyes and cried, just wishing for it to end. “HELP!”

    Suddenly, there was a yelp of pain and the crash of a body into metal. I opened my eyes. At the end of the alley, a new large creature stood tall, enshrouded in the darkness. He had taken the place of the scarred Mightyena. He sent the Dark-type crashing into the trashcans by the box I’d been in only moments before.

    The Mightyena dragged himself to his feet and growled angrily at the intruder. “You!” he snapped bitterly. “What do you want?” His protégé joined him to provide support.

    The newcomer said nothing, drawing closer to the Mightyena. Neither one of them looked like they wanted to stand up to him. At last, they conceded defeat and meekly made their way out to the streets. The creature watched them carefully as they made their way out of the alley.

    All of a sudden, my vision started to get blurry, and I couldn’t keep steady on my feet. I felt my legs give way. Then, everything went black.

    <End Chapter 1>
    Last edited by PokemonHero; 23rd December 2008 at 10:25 PM.

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    Yay! This just keeps gettin' better!!
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    And it's making me go back to my fic for the twelfth time to see if there's anything to improve to this level.

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    Mightyena is a PotC fan?

    By the way, you can post uncut fics here. Just give the proper warnings, and if you're worried, you can put the heavy content scenes behind spoiler tags.

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    Wow, I love this! :D

    Heh, this is making me want to go back to writing my fic that I've been putting off for such a long time...

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    @Dragon user X: Thanks. Feel free to be specific though about what makes it better.

    @Jayc: Wow. I guess I'm getting good at this writing thing. Well, I know I went over each chapter about five or six times before I posted my chapter initially.

    @Blackjack Palazzo: You could say that... ;) Okay, thanks for telling me that. I'll go ahead and do that when the time comes.

    @Crystal Glacia: Well, sometimes reading something will get your own mind on track. I will be interested in seeing what you come up with.

    Well, it's been a few days, so I'll go ahead and post the next chapter. An important note for this chapter. The perspective does change during this chapter from Amber to another character. The change in perspective will be noted by a centered dash line (I put a note about this on the first page as well to make sure people see it).

    And here...we...go...

    Chapter 2: Soru

    The first thing that I was aware of was the pounding pain in my head. It felt like with every heartbeat my head was about to burst open. The light trying to pierce my eyelids certainly didn’t help matters, seeming to just further enthrall the pain. I shifted my head away from the light, burying my face in my pillow…

    Wait. A pillow? My eyes snapped open. Sure enough, I found myself facedown in a comfortable, overstuffed pillow. A little confused, I lifted my head out of the soft depths of the pillow. What the…? Instead of the cold and dank alleyway I had blacked out in, I was laying on a small bed.

    Silently, I glanced around the room. There was not much to look at. The white walls were plain and barren, save for one large floral print on the wall opposite my bed. A small nightstand accompanied my bed on my right, a quaint arrangement of flowers sitting upon it. Also on my right, there was a window looking out upon the city.

    Just then, I heard the creak of a door opening on the other side of the room. A large, quadrupedal creature stood in the doorway. His dark blue-gray body was covered with thick pure-white fur, save for his face and a single oval-shaped spot on his forehead. A sickle-shaped growth protruded from his head and his scythe-like tail looked as if it were ready to slice anything that happened to get close.

    An Absol, I thought to myself, looking over the creature. I remember the stories that I heard about these creatures. Absols were said to bring disasters everywhere they went. While I never truly believed those stories, the appearance of this Absol was certainly ominous. Silently, I watched as he walked toward my bed.

    “It’s nice to see you awake,” the Absol said. His voice was so soft and deep that I probably wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for my enhanced hearing. He sat down on the floor at the foot of my bed. “Are you feeling alright?”

    “Yes, I’m fine,” I replied. “My head’s just killing me though.” I looked him over. Something about this creature seemed familiar. Then, it hit me. “Wait, are you…”

    “…the one that drove off the Mightyena?” he finished, anticipating my question. I nodded my head. “Yes, that was me. My name is Soru.”

    “Nice to meet you, Soru,” I said. Really, it was nice to meet my savior. “Where am I?”

    “The Pokemon Center.”

    Of course, the Pokemon Center. I guess that it was a logical place to bring me, especially after falling unconscious. Only once before had I come to the Pokemon Center in the city. It was the time my Skitty had gotten sick and needed some special treatment that the local Pokemon Center couldn’t provide. I figured that I must be in one of the recovery rooms. That’s why I couldn’t recognize where I was.

    An acute pain shot through my head, causing me to cringe. “What happened last night?”

    “My master and I were out for a walk when I heard the commotion,” Soru began.

    “Wait, you have a master?” I interrupted, making sure I heard him right. He glared up me, somewhat perturbed by my interruption. “I…I’m sorry about that.”

    Soru sighed. “No, it’s okay,” he conceded. “Anyway, as soon as I heard the commotion, I ran as fast as I could. When I got there, you were on the ground in a great deal of pain. Thankfully, I drove them off before they…did it.” He said the last two words so quickly that I scarcely heard them.

    I tilted my head to the side. “Did it?” I asked. “You mean…kill me?”

    Soru shook his head. “They did not have any intention of killing you,” he said quietly. “No, the leader was looking to mate with you.”

    I was taken aback. “W-w-what!?” I stuttered, shocked by what Soru just said. “M-mate with me?”

    He nodded solemnly. “Yes. Late spring is the time of year when male Mightyena find mates,” he clarified. “They can become fairly aggressive and, whenever they find a female in heat…well, let’s just say that the female really doesn’t have much of a choice.”

    I couldn’t comprehend what I was just told. One day as a Pokemon and I was nearly raped by a hormone-driven, perverted canine. Had Soru not shown up when he did…I didn’t want to think about the consequences. And I didn’t even realize I was in heat. I would’ve thought I would notice something like that.

    I buried my head into the pillow and started to cry. It was bad enough that I had no idea how to actually live like a Pokemon, but then to have someone try to take advantage of me like that was too much.

    I heard light footsteps approach the bed. “It’s alright,” Soru’s voice quietly assured me. “You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you.”

    I looked up from the pillow. Soru was sitting on the floor near the head of my bed, trying to console me. Even though he was a fairly intimidating figure, especially since he was so much larger than I was, I didn’t feel scared. Something about him seemed to persuade me that he was serious. I think it was his eyes. His reddish-brown eyes seemed to emanate with comfort and understanding. I found myself getting lost in the depths of those optics.

    Just then, I heard the door creak open again. Two people entered the room talking to each other. The first was a young woman with flamboyant red-orange hair arranged in such a way that seemed to defy gravity. She wore the standard all-white nurse’s outfit and hat with a cross on it. I recognized her as Nurse Joy. A Nurse Joy ran every Pokemon Center in the country, and every single one of them looked the same. They were all somehow related, but who was whose cousin or sister-in-law or whatever other relation I cannot tell you.

    The second person seemed strangely familiar. The young man wore a gray T-shirt and worn-in jeans, but that’s not what had my attention. A messy mass of black hair. A well-trimmed goatee. I let out an involuntary gasp. It was that man from yesterday; the one who had given me half his sandwich.

    The man happened to look over toward the bed and saw me awake. He smiled as he walked over, the same smile on his face yesterday at the bench. “It’s nice to see you awake,” he said to me. I felt his fingers scratch the area behind my ears, providing the same satisfying feeling I had experienced that previous encounter. I heard myself purr with pleasure.

    He then turned his attention to Soru. He didn’t say anything to the Absol. Rather, they just stared at each other for a brief moment. Then, with a curt nod, the man walked back over to Nurse Joy and they continued with their conversation.

    I looked back over to Soru. “What was that about?” I inquired. Soru didn’t give an answer. Private matters, I guess. “So he’s your master?”

    “Yes,” he confirmed, “Kirk is my master.”

    “Kirk? That’s his name?”

    Soru nodded silently. I looked over toward the man. He must have just said something amusing, as Nurse Joy was laughing in a lighthearted manner. It was then that I noticed that a new figure had entered the room. A large, pink creature with a pouch occupied by an egg squeezed her way through the door with a tray occupied by two bowls. She hobbled over to my bed on her short stubby legs. This was, of course, Nurse Joy’s ever-present assistant, Chansey.

    “Good morning,” Chansey greeted me cheerfully. “I’ve brought you some breakfast.” She placed the tray down in front of me. Pokemon food and water. I guess I should’ve expected this.

    “Uh…thanks,” I replied sheepishly. The Chansey just smiled at me before making her way back out of the room, off to tend to some other patient. I looked over the tray with slight discontent. However, my stomach was begging me for any sort of sustenance. Well, if I was going to be a Pokemon, I better learn to eat like a Pokemon. Hesitantly, I leaned into the food bowl and nibbled at the tiny morsels of food.

    Hmm…not bad, I contemplated, as the initial rush of flavor crossed my tastebuds. Not bad was an understatement. It was great. I let myself take in the flavors. For such a small morsel, it sure had an intricate taste. Not one flavor seemed to overpower the other. It was just about the perfect concoction of food for me. Without any further trepidation, I pounced onto my meal.

    Soru watched with mild amusement. “I’m guessing you haven’t eaten for a while,” he said. I lifted my head from the bowl to nod my head in confirmation of this perception before returning to the meal at hand. “I thought so…” He sat patiently through my chow session, perhaps waiting to talk to me again.

    It didn’t take me long to polish off the bowl of food, as well as drinking up most of my water. I laid back on my bed and let out a content sigh. For the first time in what seemed like ages, I felt full. The demons of hunger in my stomach had been vanquished.

    Nurse Joy noticed I had finished my meal and collected the used-up dishes. While she took care of that, Kirk came over to my bed and sat down beside me. He gave me some more of those nice ear scratches and spoke soft words of endearment.

    Nurse Joy returned with a tiny paper cup and a tiny shot glass of water. It turned out that the cup contained a pink liquid, which she said was a painkiller, meant to treat my headaches. It was a good thing: the pain had been slowing progressing in intensity since I had awakened. I took the medicine in one gulp, which I immediately regretted. The stuff tasted like chalk. I gagged as the liquid ran down my throat. Luckily, Nurse Joy didn’t hesitate in letting me have a drink of water to wash it down. After that, she stood up to continue her conversation with Kirk.

    Soru approached my bedside again. “Might I ask your name?” he inquired. “I have yet to hear you mention it.”

    Right, I never actually introduced myself to Soru. “My name’s Amber,” I replied as I made myself comfortable again. The medication I had taken was making me very drowsy.

    Soru gave a curt nod as he ingrained my name into his memory. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Amber,” he said.

    My eyelids started to get heavier. I let out a drawn-out yawn. Yep, there's definitely something in that medicine. Nurse Joy and Kirk seemed to notice that I was about to fall asleep and silently made their way out the door.

    Soru hesitated for a moment. “Take care, Amber,” he whispered to me before he followed the humans out of the room. At this point, my eyes gave in to the drowsiness and I fell into a quiet, peaceful sleep.


    I know that I just met her for the first time, but there’s something different about Amber. Many, both human and Pokemon alike, are taken aback whenever I appear, thanks to the bigoted belief that my kind is the bringer of disaster. Even when I have just done something good for them, they are hesitant to accept me.

    But Amber, she didn’t seem afraid by my appearance. Sure, she had probably heard the cautionary tales from her parents and there’s no doubt she was nervous. Yet, she didn’t look upon my like I was some servant of Beelzebub. Actually, I think she looked at me like a hero. The whole concept was strange. But I guess when you are in the situation she was, anyone that is there to help automatically becomes a savior.

    I peeked into her room through the crack of the door. Amber was fast asleep, probably one of the side effects of whatever medication Nurse Joy gave her. Silently, I watched her chest rise and fall with each life-sustaining breath she took into her lungs. The morning sunlight shone down upon her sleeping figure, giving her an almost angelic appearance.

    As I looked upon this scene, I felt a strange sensation beneath my breast. It wasn’t bad, mind you. Just strange, something I could never recall feeling before in all my life. My heart ached with a deep yearning for something. But what I didn’t know. There’s a name for this I know, but what it is I cannot remember.

    “Soru, come here.”

    Kirk called for me from out in the reception area. After taking another brief moment to view the scene before, I obeyed my master and hastily made my way to the reception area.

    “…Concussion-like symptoms and an injured rear right leg.”

    “Definitely sounds like she got roughed up quite a bit. Can’t the police do something about those wild Mightyena?”

    “Every time they do, those Pokemon rights activist intervene.”

    I spotted Kirk and Nurse Joy conversing over at her desk. I made my way over and sat down attentively next to Kirk.

    “So there are no reports of a missing Eevee?” Kirk asked.

    Nurse Joy shook her head. “Not that I could find,” she said in reply, “and she doesn’t have any form of identification on her.”

    Kirk started to rub the hairs on his chin. “That is pretty unusual,” he conceded. “What do you normally do with a Pokemon in this situation?”

    “It’s on a case-by-case basis of course. Sometimes, if a Pokemon suffered injuries that will prevent them from leading a normal life again, we will put them down…”

    My heart skipped a beat. Put them down? I almost panicked. Were they going to put her down right after she just woke up? Immediately, my mind began concocting high-risk, movie-style plans to break Amber out of the Pokemon Center.

    “…However, in this case, we will probably put her up for adoption once she has fully recovered.”

    As soon as Nurse Joy said that, my mind was at ease. They weren’t going to put her down, I thought happily to myself. I don’t think I would’ve forgiven myself if they went ahead and put her down. Damn Mightyena. It wasn’t the first time I had trouble with them. Before I met Kirk, I had numerous encounters with them. The last one had left me in truly bad shape and, had it not been for Kirk, I probably wouldn’t have survived.

    He glanced down at me. For some strange reason, I think that Kirk can read my thoughts through my eyes. He’s always said he could read me like a book. Whether that is true or not, I think Kirk could sense what I hoped he would do.

    Kirk gave me a nod and a wink, then turned back to Nurse Joy. “If it is no trouble with you,” he said, “I would like to adopt Eevee.”

    “Of course,” Nurse Joy answered cheerfully. “Although you will have to allow for a few days of recovery time and observations. Just to make sure she didn’t suffer any other injuries.”

    Kirk nodded. “That’s fine with me,” he conceded. “I will probably need a few days to make sure I have things ready at my apartment for a new occupant.” And with that, he turned toward the doors. “Come on, Soru,” he called back to me.

    Of course, I wanted to stay to make sure Amber would be all right. However, I trusted that Nurse Joy would take good care of her. And so with great reluctance, I followed Kirk out of the Pokemon Center onto the unforgiving streets of the city.

    <End Chapter 2>

  14. #14


    Wow! This is great! You use emotive language a fair bit, but not excessively like others I have seen. Your characters are believable, and the story reads fluidly.
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  15. #15


    What Dragon use X said. The whole story flows smoothly and the conversation sounds natural. Offering two perspectives is also very interesting (I'm looking at you, Dragon user X). The chapter progresses in a believable turn of events, so I'm quite happy with the story.

    I especially like how Soru's and Kirk's personality meshed perfectly together. They are the prime example of master and Pokémon. Plus, there is, as is quite rarely seen, feelings between Pokémon from the same egg group (although this one is one-sided, it could change for all I know) in this chapter.

    Overall a very nicely-done chapter. The only (slight) quibble I had during the story was why the protagonist didn't attempt to talk to Soru about her predicament, but this could be easily explained - that she was simply too exhausted to do so. I have a feeling this is going to be brought up later anyway...

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