Pokemon being Captured: Nincada
Suggested Length: 5k - 10k
Actual Length: 5943
I am an outcast. I always have been.
It was that Halloween night, where I walked out of my house without the need of costumes. It was the only night I was accepted... by people who haven't met me before. My ice-white hair glowed in the dim moonlight, and my snowy, elegant dress trailed. My pale skin just added more to the effect that I looked like a ghost, and so was my deep, soulless white eyes. I would trail the street, and people yelled 'Nice make-up!' I felt normal. But I shook it off immediately, knowing who I really was is not socially accepted by the modern world.
I saw the small, innocent children dressed in cheesy costumes, holding buckets of candy of all kind. Mints, gum, lollipops... their buckets were littered with them. They knocked on the door of adults, yelling, "Trick or treat!" Most of the time, these houses were decorated with what was considered 'Scary' decorations. I sighed. I was scarier than any of these decorations, yet some children cried and screamed when they saw them. I wasn't raised to be so soft. I bet if they realized what I did, they would faint out of horror and won't wake up.
I continued walking on the road, and noticed a small cave in the distance. In it, I could smell something no ordinary human could. I walked towards it, curious and grim. I didn't know what to expect. But what I saw would make the toughest of men scream, and the most bravest human faint- though, it might probably just be from the smell.
In the cave was a very large table, with large, brown leather chairs. Plates were arranged in a neatly order on top of a clean, white tablecloth. Glasses were prepared, filled to the brim. Lit candlesticks stood on the table, and it looked like a nice, normal table- if it wasn't for the feast that was prepared on the plates.
Human arms were neatly placed in the middle of some plate, sometimes with a side dish of eyeballs. The glasses were filled with human blood, and I could see a toe bobbing out of one. Heads filled some other plates, the expression of horror still kept on the rotting flesh.
I looked under the table and noticed, hidden by the chairs, piles of legs, mostly skeleton, though some were still fresh. I also saw a little Nincada, completely still. It then munched on the bones of the legs. I didn't know it liked bones. It then jumped up and thumped its tiny head on the table above it, supposedly a delayed surprise reaction at the sight of me.
My attention was redirected towards the noise of air moving. The person who was in here moved with extreme silence; only I, who has super strong hearing, could detect these movements.
"Go! Shoo!" Something said, and the Nincada scurried away into the shadows.
I noticed a bug-shaped thing, floating towards me. It had torn, golden wings, and a white body. Its eyes were empty. I remembered that thing as a rare Pokemon called Shedinja, the shed skin of a Nincada evolving into a Ninjask. I noticed something I haven't before. Piles and piles of Pokeballs, right next to the table.
"Why does my brother always try to ruin everything." The voice said. It didn't seem to come from the Shedinja. It was going through him; like a tape recorder. The Shedinja stopped rambling and turned its attention to me.
"Welcome... to my feast, my dear friend." The Shedinja said in a sort of creepy kind of voice, haunting, in fact. I stared at it cautiously, before replying.
"Your... feast? You can eat?" I said, and the Shedinja laughed. The strange thing was, it did not move its mouth.
"I can do things most Pokemon can't... take, for example, communicating telepathically," The Shedinja said, almost as if it just read my mind. "But I cannot eat."
"Then what is this laid out for?" I asked.
"Oh, to... scare my next victim, I suppose. You see... trainers venture into caves looking for Pokemon. They find me, and they attempt to capture me. I immediately turn my back, and the mere looking into my back will cause the sucking of their soul. The Pokeball? I keep them in this pile here," The Shedinja floated over to the pile of Pokeballs. "But tonight, I try a different approach. I find the panicking human soul... tastier. So, they see this, they freak out, I come over and show my back to them. It's worked once, who says it won't work again? But I don't think it works on you."
"You know, not many people would call this a meal. It would be... quite disgusting towards them. Only a selected few will dare to devour this." I said, seating myself to the table.
"Yes. Only... a few," The Shedinja said, edging closer. "Any last words?"
"You wouldn't want to call it the last." I said, and the Shedinja replied with a scowl in its voice.
"People only rarely come here. I make use of everyone."
"Exactly my point," I said. "You see... I am one of those people."
I picked up any arm and bit into it, tearing off the flesh with my sharpened teeth. I swallowed, licking the blood off my lips. I smiled and put it down.
"I have an offer to make you. I will be the person to trick humans into coming here. You steal the souls, I eat the remains. It's a win-win situation." I said, and the Shedinja was slightly surprised.
Suddenly, I heard a scratching sound. The same Nincada from before rushed through the chamber, running back and forth. The Shedinja howled in anger.
"That Nincada has been bothering me since I was created!" The Shedinja scowled. "He is my twin brother, in a sense. Two eggs were laid, one containing him and another Nincada. The other one evolved, and I was one of the creations- DON'T YOU DARE!"
The Nincada jumped on the table and overturned several plates. The overturned cups stained the white tablecloth in red. "Your lucky I can't absorb Pokemon souls!" The Shedinja said.
"I can take care of that as well." I said, and I grabbed a Pokeball and threw it at the Nincada. It glowed bright red before being sucked into the ball. The ball shook once... twice...