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I would really like to hear what you think so far - a review would be much appreciated.
Completed chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Note: While I don't think there is anything really that bad in this story so far, some younger more squeamish readers might be a little put off - there's a brief bit of death and blood, but nothing too bad really.
I'm not sure if this requires a summary. I guess I should just be clear about some aspects of the fanfic. This isn't based on the anime. In fact it pretty much ignores that fact the anime exists. Its based on the games and the games alone. But if there's anything you find confusing in this chapter just ask and I'll try to clarify (unless I have to give out spoilers, then I'll ask you to wait for the next chaper ;) really just if there's something about this chapter I haven't been clear about)
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Wishes
Chapter 1
I Wish My Life Was More Interesting
A shape emerged uppon the page as she controlled the pale brown pancil with limmited skill. A small bear began to emerge on the sheet of paper, forehead decorated by a crescent. If only it was hers. A creature she could hold and feel its body heat, one that she could command to fight her battles for her, and still love her. As her cheek rested into the palm of her hand, she sighed into a slouching position and smiled lazily. Her glassy black eyes seemed to stare straight through the page as she continued to scribble.
"Mari..." A soft womanly voice gently brought her back to reality.
"Yes mom?" Mari didn't bother turning to face her mother who stood poking her head around the bedroom door.
"Your friend Penny called, she's going fishing with her dad. Do you want to go, too?"
Mari's nose curled at the thought. "Another time" She assured, continuing to scrath away at the page. So comfy and clean - why would she want to go fishing?
A stare of disapproval followed. Mari's mother stood for a while trying to think of some kind of excuse to get her daughter out of the house. Looking around her bedroom it was apparent from the horse and bear posters, dried leaves and landscape paintings that Mari was passionate about nature. Yet she had always been an urban dweller, an indoor girl, too lost in her own carefree bubble to experience first hand the wilderness she so admired.
It was the start of the summer. Schools were all on their breaks and pokemon fans from all around town gathered at the square to trade and battle their digitalized critters. This was one event Mari wouldn't miss. She jolted at the musical jangle coming from her mobile phone. A reminder from another friend prompted her to start getting ready.
Not long after she had refused to fish, she gathered up her game boy colour, link cable and a couple of cartrages and plopped them into her dainty little light blue backpack. It contrasted blaringly with her light pink pinifor, but she seemed hardly concious at all of it. She changed from her scruffy nylon joggers into loose, clean dark gray leggings before slipping out the door unnoticed.
Making a little more noise with the door, she popped back in the house to check herself in the hallway mirror, running her fingers through the spiking ends of her short brown hair that reached no longer than the bottom of her neck. Once she was satisfied, she smiled briefly at herself before darting out the door of the first floor appartment a second time.
Sometimes, sitting alone on the bus, she would stare into the scenery and pretend that she was a real pokemon trainer. This bus ride was, in her imagination, just one more aspect of her journey. In her backpack were six imaginary pokeballs, each containing her favourite pokemon at great levels of strength. Smiling at the fantasy she would slip into a dream world where the bus she was in, and the people she shared it with would cease to exist.
Mari's body shook violently. She growled quietly at the pot-hole in the road that had caused the bus to bump. Her heart pounded away in her chest, the nervous feeling of shock only slowly dispersing from her torso. So deep had she been in her imagination she had momentarily lost all connection with her surroundings. She slipped back into her pokemon realm uneasily, shifting her position for comfort.
She was battling. An annonymous trainer's male Nidoran comically bounced away after recieving a hefty mega punch from her Ursaring. The lawn was beautiful, a rich green in the intense sunlight. Prime battling weather. In her head she could feel a cool breeze tickle her bare arms.
Forbane Town Square bus stop.
Scrapping her fantasy in an instant she began to rise from her seat and attend to reality - this was her stop. Her knees unexpectedly locked. They shook suddenly with a crippling case of pins and needles. A gasp exited her petite mouth as all of her major joints locked up. Terror caught her breath, her gasps turned into panting. Grabbing a hold of the chair in front proved useless... her fingers became incredibly weak and shook as violently as her limbs. She didn't need any further inication that something was seriously wrong. Panic set in. The skin around her lips tingled with fear.
There was no time to think, as if caught in an electrical socket her body became rigid. She could not blink, she could not speak, she could not breathe. Wide-eyed, she stared pleadingly toward the young man in front with the buzz-cut, who turned to glance at her and frown in confusion. As the shaking in her body consumed her very mind, her vision clouded over into blindness, and her very recognition of her own existence dissipated from this world.
What happened next was lost to Mari.
All she could see was a roof of green leaves illuminated by the sun above her head. Birds twittered from all directions, the tree branches swayed and hissed amongst each other. It was some time before her surroundings began to register in her mind. Nothing of recent events could be retrieved from her memory. Her imagination began to wander... was she dreaming? Did she go on that fishing trip afterall and bump her head?
Slowly Mari rolled on to her side, careful of the rocks she was lying on, and propped herself up in to a sitting position on the carpet of moss and grass on the rocks beneath her. Chunks of vegetation clung to her hair and clothes. As she observed her surroundings, her eyebrows creased at the unfamiliarity. Before her stood a thin woodland of trees and thicket. Between the trees lay fields of thorn bushes, arranged like coiling barbed wire, and nettles standing attentively, ready to sting at the slightest brush.
A shiver shot up Mari's spine. She froze momentarily, blood rushing to her extremities, pressure changing in her head; the onset of panic. Her breaths became deeper and sharper as she scurried to her feet to get a better view of her surroundings. Scrapping all rational thought, she carefully stepped down from the rocks and began to hastily wade through the foliage.
"Ow!" Mari yelped before bending reaching down to touch her leg. No blood. Close to sobbing she ploughed on through the vegetation until she reached a clearing.
As she exited the trees she whined and panted. Her noises became hushed as she realised the area had been cleared by a vehicle, brown scars amongst the dead grass meandered towards a driveway between the trees. She could go either two ways... towards the driveway or towards the open field to the left.
Hugging herself Mari trudged up the driveway, hunched defensively. A white brick building peeping round the corner grabbed her attention, but there was no reason to be certain the owner of the building was friendly.
What could she do? She was lost, and well aware her only hope of finding a way back home was to seek out something familiar. After pausing nervously, she slowly began to approach the building. As she got closer, she sighed a breath of relief, purely at the sight of something close to civilisation. Behind the gate to the building was the beginnings of an open yard, muddied by hooves and tire tracks. From the glimpse she caught from an open garage, Mari assumed the buildings surrounding the yard were full of farm machinery. Digitalized voices chattered from a radio somewhere in the vicinity. Mari read the sign on the metal gate aloud.
"Tresspassers will be prosecuted" Mari paused after reading the sign. She reached for the snib on the gate before retracting her hand. Mari was no law breaker, but as she pondered she began to realise she had no choice. She assured herself that whoever worked there would be understanding enough of her situation.
"H-hello...?" Mari called feebly before touching the gate. After waiting for a response, Mari lifted the snib on the gate and pushed it open slightly to give her some room to peer in the yard.
What she saw did not register at first. After briefly skimming over the clutter of metal, her eyes were drawn back to a heap on the ground. Someone, what looked like a man, lay lifeless on the ground. A sickening sinking sensation filled Mari's chest as the body did not respond to the black feathered creature picking red chunks from his face. The bird ravaged the man's flesh with its large yellow beak before lifting and cocking its head up to keep an eye out for danger.
It was clear what was happening, but unclear exactly what the creature was. Salt and saliva accumulated in Mari's mouth, causing her to begin to heave. The memory of the wet blood and tissue on the man's face weakened her knees, and the strangeness of the creature overwhelmed her imagination. An out-of-shape crow beast with a broomstick tail feasting on the flesh of a dead man was too much for her sheltered mind to handle. Her thoughts raced and concentrated on the gore she had witnessed. Sweat rushed from their pores. Dizziness consumed her. She brought up her lunch on the side of the building.
After spitting the taste out of her mouth, Mari staggered away from the yard, intent on never returning. A solid mass presented itself as a barrier, Mari did not see it until she had barged into it.
"Watch it, little lady." A scratchy voice bellowed from the figure.
Mari gasped and darted backwards. She stared at the figure while slowly taking steps behind her. His eyes caught her off guard, causing her to freeze. He glared, grinning menacingly, dark irises indistinguishable from the pupils mounted on slanted fox-like eyes. His eyelids dropped slightly in an uncaring manner. His jet black hair was shaven at the sides of his head, and what did remain at the top and back of his head sprawled upwards and over his forehead. Some kind of tatoo was inscribed on the shaven patches but Mari didn't notice what they depicted.
Clad in metal armour, wrist braces, knee protection and buckles to keep his torso protection together, he was beyond unusual. His branded shoulder protection gave him an ever so slightly broader shoulder span than usual, amplifying the appearance of his muscular build. Beneath all of this his body was hidden by a cotton, baggy suit. His pants and top were bound by a simple lenth of gray blue cloth, tied at his side with excess trailing down slightly from the knot. His baggy black pants were conveniently tucked in to his durable leather boots.
To Mari, he appeared indestructable.
Mari didn't even have time to blink before he dashed to meet her face to face. Before she could move the man grabbed the sides of her face with one hand, his muscular, painful grip was enough insentive to avoid resisting. The core of her body shook, unthinkable thoughts racing through her head. Terror of what was to come was evident from her wide eyes that begged for mercy. A squeak squeezed its way out of her throat, but her fear would not allow any more than that. She locked her eyes shut and became rigid as his face neared her... and took in several loud sniffs through his nose.
Without moving back, he growled softly, "You don't smell like one of them". It wasn't until he had spoken he straightened back up and took his hand off her face.
"Tell me - which collony are you from?" He reverted to a serious expression as he said this, as if he were talking to a collegue. His arms crossed his chest as he waited for an answer.
Mari could only stare back in confusion. Words refused to exit her mouth, instead she could only shake her head, stopping half way as if she had changed her mind. The drumming of her heart powered her up to flee, as this was the only thing she wanted to do right now.
The armoured man's eyes squinted at her, expectant of an answer. Something in his mind clicked, and his expresion reverted to a sinister grin.
"I get it now. You defected to the human side. That's why you look like one of them."
Mari frowned and shook her head, but she couldn't let any words escape in fear of saying the wrong thing. As far as her knowledge could tell her, this man was human. Yet he was acting as if he weren't. He put his hands to his sides and smiled calmly, staring staight down at her. For moments neither of them moved. Mari begged and begged in her mind for him to leave her alone. The pathetic look in her eyes betrayed her thoughts to him all too well.
As instinct took over her whole world slowed down. Her main objective was escape. She began to fling her body to one side, in preparation to dash into the thicket. Her ankles turned and pushed down on to the ground, pushing her off to the left. This was about as much as she could manage before she felt her chest being grabbed tightly. In less than three quarters of a second he interperated her movements and acted uppon it effectively.
He held her off the ground as she went into full blown panic, screeching and kicking her heels off his protected shins, thumping her small fists off his armour, generally swinging her extremities around in vain. Her efforts went ignored as the man hauled her over his shoulder and began to sprint at superhuman speed into the farmer's field.
Completed chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Note: While I don't think there is anything really that bad in this story so far, some younger more squeamish readers might be a little put off - there's a brief bit of death and blood, but nothing too bad really.
I'm not sure if this requires a summary. I guess I should just be clear about some aspects of the fanfic. This isn't based on the anime. In fact it pretty much ignores that fact the anime exists. Its based on the games and the games alone. But if there's anything you find confusing in this chapter just ask and I'll try to clarify (unless I have to give out spoilers, then I'll ask you to wait for the next chaper ;) really just if there's something about this chapter I haven't been clear about)
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Wishes
Chapter 1
I Wish My Life Was More Interesting
A shape emerged uppon the page as she controlled the pale brown pancil with limmited skill. A small bear began to emerge on the sheet of paper, forehead decorated by a crescent. If only it was hers. A creature she could hold and feel its body heat, one that she could command to fight her battles for her, and still love her. As her cheek rested into the palm of her hand, she sighed into a slouching position and smiled lazily. Her glassy black eyes seemed to stare straight through the page as she continued to scribble.
"Mari..." A soft womanly voice gently brought her back to reality.
"Yes mom?" Mari didn't bother turning to face her mother who stood poking her head around the bedroom door.
"Your friend Penny called, she's going fishing with her dad. Do you want to go, too?"
Mari's nose curled at the thought. "Another time" She assured, continuing to scrath away at the page. So comfy and clean - why would she want to go fishing?
A stare of disapproval followed. Mari's mother stood for a while trying to think of some kind of excuse to get her daughter out of the house. Looking around her bedroom it was apparent from the horse and bear posters, dried leaves and landscape paintings that Mari was passionate about nature. Yet she had always been an urban dweller, an indoor girl, too lost in her own carefree bubble to experience first hand the wilderness she so admired.
It was the start of the summer. Schools were all on their breaks and pokemon fans from all around town gathered at the square to trade and battle their digitalized critters. This was one event Mari wouldn't miss. She jolted at the musical jangle coming from her mobile phone. A reminder from another friend prompted her to start getting ready.
Not long after she had refused to fish, she gathered up her game boy colour, link cable and a couple of cartrages and plopped them into her dainty little light blue backpack. It contrasted blaringly with her light pink pinifor, but she seemed hardly concious at all of it. She changed from her scruffy nylon joggers into loose, clean dark gray leggings before slipping out the door unnoticed.
Making a little more noise with the door, she popped back in the house to check herself in the hallway mirror, running her fingers through the spiking ends of her short brown hair that reached no longer than the bottom of her neck. Once she was satisfied, she smiled briefly at herself before darting out the door of the first floor appartment a second time.
Sometimes, sitting alone on the bus, she would stare into the scenery and pretend that she was a real pokemon trainer. This bus ride was, in her imagination, just one more aspect of her journey. In her backpack were six imaginary pokeballs, each containing her favourite pokemon at great levels of strength. Smiling at the fantasy she would slip into a dream world where the bus she was in, and the people she shared it with would cease to exist.
Mari's body shook violently. She growled quietly at the pot-hole in the road that had caused the bus to bump. Her heart pounded away in her chest, the nervous feeling of shock only slowly dispersing from her torso. So deep had she been in her imagination she had momentarily lost all connection with her surroundings. She slipped back into her pokemon realm uneasily, shifting her position for comfort.
She was battling. An annonymous trainer's male Nidoran comically bounced away after recieving a hefty mega punch from her Ursaring. The lawn was beautiful, a rich green in the intense sunlight. Prime battling weather. In her head she could feel a cool breeze tickle her bare arms.
Forbane Town Square bus stop.
Scrapping her fantasy in an instant she began to rise from her seat and attend to reality - this was her stop. Her knees unexpectedly locked. They shook suddenly with a crippling case of pins and needles. A gasp exited her petite mouth as all of her major joints locked up. Terror caught her breath, her gasps turned into panting. Grabbing a hold of the chair in front proved useless... her fingers became incredibly weak and shook as violently as her limbs. She didn't need any further inication that something was seriously wrong. Panic set in. The skin around her lips tingled with fear.
There was no time to think, as if caught in an electrical socket her body became rigid. She could not blink, she could not speak, she could not breathe. Wide-eyed, she stared pleadingly toward the young man in front with the buzz-cut, who turned to glance at her and frown in confusion. As the shaking in her body consumed her very mind, her vision clouded over into blindness, and her very recognition of her own existence dissipated from this world.
What happened next was lost to Mari.
All she could see was a roof of green leaves illuminated by the sun above her head. Birds twittered from all directions, the tree branches swayed and hissed amongst each other. It was some time before her surroundings began to register in her mind. Nothing of recent events could be retrieved from her memory. Her imagination began to wander... was she dreaming? Did she go on that fishing trip afterall and bump her head?
Slowly Mari rolled on to her side, careful of the rocks she was lying on, and propped herself up in to a sitting position on the carpet of moss and grass on the rocks beneath her. Chunks of vegetation clung to her hair and clothes. As she observed her surroundings, her eyebrows creased at the unfamiliarity. Before her stood a thin woodland of trees and thicket. Between the trees lay fields of thorn bushes, arranged like coiling barbed wire, and nettles standing attentively, ready to sting at the slightest brush.
A shiver shot up Mari's spine. She froze momentarily, blood rushing to her extremities, pressure changing in her head; the onset of panic. Her breaths became deeper and sharper as she scurried to her feet to get a better view of her surroundings. Scrapping all rational thought, she carefully stepped down from the rocks and began to hastily wade through the foliage.
"Ow!" Mari yelped before bending reaching down to touch her leg. No blood. Close to sobbing she ploughed on through the vegetation until she reached a clearing.
As she exited the trees she whined and panted. Her noises became hushed as she realised the area had been cleared by a vehicle, brown scars amongst the dead grass meandered towards a driveway between the trees. She could go either two ways... towards the driveway or towards the open field to the left.
Hugging herself Mari trudged up the driveway, hunched defensively. A white brick building peeping round the corner grabbed her attention, but there was no reason to be certain the owner of the building was friendly.
What could she do? She was lost, and well aware her only hope of finding a way back home was to seek out something familiar. After pausing nervously, she slowly began to approach the building. As she got closer, she sighed a breath of relief, purely at the sight of something close to civilisation. Behind the gate to the building was the beginnings of an open yard, muddied by hooves and tire tracks. From the glimpse she caught from an open garage, Mari assumed the buildings surrounding the yard were full of farm machinery. Digitalized voices chattered from a radio somewhere in the vicinity. Mari read the sign on the metal gate aloud.
"Tresspassers will be prosecuted" Mari paused after reading the sign. She reached for the snib on the gate before retracting her hand. Mari was no law breaker, but as she pondered she began to realise she had no choice. She assured herself that whoever worked there would be understanding enough of her situation.
"H-hello...?" Mari called feebly before touching the gate. After waiting for a response, Mari lifted the snib on the gate and pushed it open slightly to give her some room to peer in the yard.
What she saw did not register at first. After briefly skimming over the clutter of metal, her eyes were drawn back to a heap on the ground. Someone, what looked like a man, lay lifeless on the ground. A sickening sinking sensation filled Mari's chest as the body did not respond to the black feathered creature picking red chunks from his face. The bird ravaged the man's flesh with its large yellow beak before lifting and cocking its head up to keep an eye out for danger.
It was clear what was happening, but unclear exactly what the creature was. Salt and saliva accumulated in Mari's mouth, causing her to begin to heave. The memory of the wet blood and tissue on the man's face weakened her knees, and the strangeness of the creature overwhelmed her imagination. An out-of-shape crow beast with a broomstick tail feasting on the flesh of a dead man was too much for her sheltered mind to handle. Her thoughts raced and concentrated on the gore she had witnessed. Sweat rushed from their pores. Dizziness consumed her. She brought up her lunch on the side of the building.
After spitting the taste out of her mouth, Mari staggered away from the yard, intent on never returning. A solid mass presented itself as a barrier, Mari did not see it until she had barged into it.
"Watch it, little lady." A scratchy voice bellowed from the figure.
Mari gasped and darted backwards. She stared at the figure while slowly taking steps behind her. His eyes caught her off guard, causing her to freeze. He glared, grinning menacingly, dark irises indistinguishable from the pupils mounted on slanted fox-like eyes. His eyelids dropped slightly in an uncaring manner. His jet black hair was shaven at the sides of his head, and what did remain at the top and back of his head sprawled upwards and over his forehead. Some kind of tatoo was inscribed on the shaven patches but Mari didn't notice what they depicted.
Clad in metal armour, wrist braces, knee protection and buckles to keep his torso protection together, he was beyond unusual. His branded shoulder protection gave him an ever so slightly broader shoulder span than usual, amplifying the appearance of his muscular build. Beneath all of this his body was hidden by a cotton, baggy suit. His pants and top were bound by a simple lenth of gray blue cloth, tied at his side with excess trailing down slightly from the knot. His baggy black pants were conveniently tucked in to his durable leather boots.
To Mari, he appeared indestructable.
Mari didn't even have time to blink before he dashed to meet her face to face. Before she could move the man grabbed the sides of her face with one hand, his muscular, painful grip was enough insentive to avoid resisting. The core of her body shook, unthinkable thoughts racing through her head. Terror of what was to come was evident from her wide eyes that begged for mercy. A squeak squeezed its way out of her throat, but her fear would not allow any more than that. She locked her eyes shut and became rigid as his face neared her... and took in several loud sniffs through his nose.
Without moving back, he growled softly, "You don't smell like one of them". It wasn't until he had spoken he straightened back up and took his hand off her face.
"Tell me - which collony are you from?" He reverted to a serious expression as he said this, as if he were talking to a collegue. His arms crossed his chest as he waited for an answer.
Mari could only stare back in confusion. Words refused to exit her mouth, instead she could only shake her head, stopping half way as if she had changed her mind. The drumming of her heart powered her up to flee, as this was the only thing she wanted to do right now.
The armoured man's eyes squinted at her, expectant of an answer. Something in his mind clicked, and his expresion reverted to a sinister grin.
"I get it now. You defected to the human side. That's why you look like one of them."
Mari frowned and shook her head, but she couldn't let any words escape in fear of saying the wrong thing. As far as her knowledge could tell her, this man was human. Yet he was acting as if he weren't. He put his hands to his sides and smiled calmly, staring staight down at her. For moments neither of them moved. Mari begged and begged in her mind for him to leave her alone. The pathetic look in her eyes betrayed her thoughts to him all too well.
As instinct took over her whole world slowed down. Her main objective was escape. She began to fling her body to one side, in preparation to dash into the thicket. Her ankles turned and pushed down on to the ground, pushing her off to the left. This was about as much as she could manage before she felt her chest being grabbed tightly. In less than three quarters of a second he interperated her movements and acted uppon it effectively.
He held her off the ground as she went into full blown panic, screeching and kicking her heels off his protected shins, thumping her small fists off his armour, generally swinging her extremities around in vain. Her efforts went ignored as the man hauled her over his shoulder and began to sprint at superhuman speed into the farmer's field.
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