Flygon_Zero
Bow to the Smex Kittie
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Now, I'm not very good at Pokemon Fanfics. Other fanfics seem to come by easier to me, but what good is to just be good at one thing? I'm here to improve and I hope you'll help me.....
A surge of electrical energy hit the ground at my feet. It was meant for a Wartorlte, but then why did it almost hit me? Was it lack of training? Bad Aim? Or just mere coincidence? Whatever the reason, it angered me.
I held a Pokeball firmly in my hand, and pressed the small button in its center.
A Flash of light erupted from the now open ball, and soon, a very angry Charmeleon appeared. Its flaming tail flared, it's eyes narrowed. I never once gave a command, ever since its capture, it fought with me in a seemingly telepathic way.
The Pikachu did not look intimidated, and I laughed. It positioned itself and sparks staretd erupting from its red cheeks. My Charmeleon charged at it, not even looking at the sparks flying at it. To Charmeleon, all their was, was a Pikachu dumb enough to interfere, and a claw on his right paw to strike with.
As the Charmeleon slashed at the Pikachu, another flash erupted and before I knew it, a claw was coming at my face.
I awoke with a jolt, my hand quickly flying towards my cheek. As I traced over it with my fingers, there was nothing there. No scratch, no sparks...nothing.
" Not a single thing," I whispered to the shadows.
Ever since I found out I was to receive my first Pokemon, I had been having nightmares, each worse than the one before. I was either being attacked by a pokemon, or there was just an eye. Not just any eye though, A Flygon's eye. It would stare at me, blankly at first, then with such pain and hatred that it felt as if a knife through my back.
The more I thought of it, the less I wanted a Pokemon. I felt as if these dreams, no....Nightmares, were happening for a reason. If I was meant to have a Pokemon, I would.
I walked over to my mirror, which was right above a model Flygon, in a state of flight, over a grassy field. I had built it myself over 5 years ago....but now it felt meaningless. I looked back into my mirror and said softly," I, Erk, do not deserve a Pokemon....."
A small tear rolled down my eye, and i quickly wiped it away, knocking away all my fears with it...
A surge of electrical energy hit the ground at my feet. It was meant for a Wartorlte, but then why did it almost hit me? Was it lack of training? Bad Aim? Or just mere coincidence? Whatever the reason, it angered me.
I held a Pokeball firmly in my hand, and pressed the small button in its center.
A Flash of light erupted from the now open ball, and soon, a very angry Charmeleon appeared. Its flaming tail flared, it's eyes narrowed. I never once gave a command, ever since its capture, it fought with me in a seemingly telepathic way.
The Pikachu did not look intimidated, and I laughed. It positioned itself and sparks staretd erupting from its red cheeks. My Charmeleon charged at it, not even looking at the sparks flying at it. To Charmeleon, all their was, was a Pikachu dumb enough to interfere, and a claw on his right paw to strike with.
As the Charmeleon slashed at the Pikachu, another flash erupted and before I knew it, a claw was coming at my face.
I awoke with a jolt, my hand quickly flying towards my cheek. As I traced over it with my fingers, there was nothing there. No scratch, no sparks...nothing.
" Not a single thing," I whispered to the shadows.
Ever since I found out I was to receive my first Pokemon, I had been having nightmares, each worse than the one before. I was either being attacked by a pokemon, or there was just an eye. Not just any eye though, A Flygon's eye. It would stare at me, blankly at first, then with such pain and hatred that it felt as if a knife through my back.
The more I thought of it, the less I wanted a Pokemon. I felt as if these dreams, no....Nightmares, were happening for a reason. If I was meant to have a Pokemon, I would.
I walked over to my mirror, which was right above a model Flygon, in a state of flight, over a grassy field. I had built it myself over 5 years ago....but now it felt meaningless. I looked back into my mirror and said softly," I, Erk, do not deserve a Pokemon....."
A small tear rolled down my eye, and i quickly wiped it away, knocking away all my fears with it...