New Age Retro Hippie
No matter where I am, I...
- 255
- Posts
- 16
- Years
- On the Outskirts of Onett, Twoson, and Podunk, wit
- Seen Oct 5, 2014
Lionheart
Demons... Children... Cults... Run, survive; fight, risk it...
Demons... Children... Cults... Run, survive; fight, risk it...
[agelimit]those 13 years or over. Contains adult themes, violence, and some swearing. Younger people view only under adult discretion or if you're a brave little trooper[/agelimit]
Welcome. This is not a nice world you are about to see. This is a world coated in fear, afraid to train their own Pokémon in their own countryside in fear of being brutally murdered... Why?
Demons. Those abominations. No one knows where they came from, and why they only ravage the small island off the coast of Hoenn. They have been around for only a decade or so, yet the death toll is enormous every time they attack. They attack randomly, sometimes lulling people into a sense of security as they wait it out... and sometimes they attack once a week for five weeks. They are quick- No one has really seen them properly. A survivor of an attack, though unwilling to say what precisely happened to her, stated that it reminded her of a Pokémon... What does this mean? The children can safely go to school, as long as it is a walled mini-community within a walled town.
One boy goes against the waves of demon attacks. The lonely boy, the outcast boy... No one would miss him if he dies, yet he'd get all the attention he'd want if he succeeded...
This is the story of Lewis Leopold.
Chapter List:
Prologue
Chapter One
Prologue: Sparkles
Lewis leaned forwards, reaching out to the red ball that was now merrily rolling towards him. He hugged the ball close to his small body once he had dragged it to his person. He met the eyes of the other children, who were sitting in a lopsided circle. The teacher looked expectantly at him, so as per the rules of the game, Lewis opened his mouth to speak; "I- I'm Lewis Leopold, an' I'm five years old," He glanced up at his teacher, who nodded. Lewis continued. "I was borned on the sixph of August, an' I live at 7 Childe Street. I like to eat – um – I like to eat Pidgey."
Reluctantly, as he liked the feeling of hugging the rubber sphere, he placed the ball down on the sea-green carpet. He quickly took a look at the faces of the other kindergarten kids, and pushed the ball towards an unfamiliar girl with shoulder-length brown hair. He knew she hadn't gotten a chance to speak about herself yet.
This was Lewis's first day of "big school" as he dubbed it, and he was feeling particularly nervous. He liked the teacher, Mrs. Bonnet, and her Poochyena, Drabble. She had decided to let the kids get to know each other by letting them play with a ball: one child would say a bit about themselves, and then pass the ball on and allow a different child to talk. Lewis quite liked the game; he loved to watch the ball rolling back and forth in a sporadic spider web.
"And I like to eats candy." The little girl passed the ball onto another young student. Lewis rubbed his eyes sleepily. The game was quickly getting boring now that he had had his turn. The excitement of wondering if anyone would acknowledge his presence by rolling the ball towards him had died off. He began to pick at the carpet, gathering a small pile of turquoise fluff. The ball continued on its journey within the circle, pausing when a child grabbed it and gave a brief biography.
"I'm Adie – Aderyn – Bertram," a little girl piped up once she had obtained the ball. She was the last of the group. Lewis looked up at her, meeting her light, cheery brown eyes. Her light blonde hair was pulled into a short ponytail. "I was born on the fourteenph of the tenph of nineteen-nin'ey-six, so I'm five, too. I live…" The girl named Adie frowned, as if in deep thought and came up with "In my house". She continued on. "I like to eat grapes, though they sometimes hurt my tummy."
"Very good!" The soothing, melodic voice of the Kindergarten teacher reached Lewis's ears. The little boy turned to face his superior. The young woman was beaming at the class, many metal bangles jangling as she clapped her hands. "Very good!" she repeated, and ceased clapping. "That was fun, now wasn't it?" Half the class simultaneously droned a single answer, the one that all teachers expect to hear. She smiled again. "Now, let's go to our desks and say the alphabet! You know it, right? A is for Aipom~! B is for Butterfree~! C is for Combee…"
~~~
The small class eagerly filed through the door, waved off by Mrs. Bonnet. Lewis was near the back, feeling a bit shy. He wasn't the most social five-year-old to grace the playground. He watched as his peers ran off in many directions, some of the boys heading towards a small metal shed and emerging with sport equipment. The boy's yellow eyes lit up as he saw the boy who had passed the ball to him – Davey or something – exit with one that looked remarkably similar to the one that the class had passed around. He smiled and began to jog towards the corrugated iron building.
Lewis could feel the difference in temperature from the playground as he walked inside. He wheezed slightly, finding it harder to breathe in the humid air. He wished the little shed was cooler, like his classroom. Hoops and skipping ropes lined the walls; a few bats for some sport other leaning against the iron for support. Lewis stifled a gasp when he heard someone else breathing other than himself. A short, humanoid creature walked out of the shadows, its muscular body a gentle grey-blue colour. It was holding a clipboard the same colour as the three crests (which Lewis thought looked like three Mohicans) on the top of its head. It showed Lewis the side with the paper clipped on and tapped a particular word.
"N-na… na-meh… nahme… name?" It took the boy a few tries to get the word right, but once he did the Pokémon nodded. "My name is Lewis Leopold," he told the blue humanoid, who jotted down something on the paper. It looked up at Lewis, before motioning to the whole room. Ari stared at the Pokémon blankly, before understanding. "I wanna red ball, like the one the teacher had," he explained.
The Pokémon set the clipboard aside and began to rummage through what looked like a plain garbage bin. Lewis stole a look at the paper. Though he was no wizard at spelling, he could tell that this Pokémon was not very good at writing at all. Lewis could barely make out the letters, and it seemed to have spelt his name "Looiz Lee-ohpole". Lewis frowned at this. He abhorred it when people spelt his name wrong!
He felt something tap his shoulder and a slightly hoarse but childish voice say "Machop". Lewis turned around to meet the smiling face of the Pokémon, who was holding the ball out.
"Thank you," said Lewis, gingerly taking the ball from the Machop's large hands. The blue Pokémon retreated back to the shadows, leaving Lewis to feel alone. He hated being alone. He quickly backed out of the stuffy shed and into the blinding sunlight. Lewis squinted. Along with being alone, he hated being in pain.
"Can I play with you?" someone said. Lewis swivelled, eyes still scrunched up shut. He opened one eye. A girl was in front of him – Who was she? – standing by herself. She apparently wasn't interested in what the other girls were doing, as she ignored their My Little Ponyta game. Lewis recognised the gentle brown eyes- Those eyes belonged to the girl who introduced herself last, Adie. Lewis attempted to open the other eye, before shutting it quickly again in pain. Adie cleared her throat, "Um, can I please play with you?"
"Oh! Um… Yeah," replied Lewis awkwardly. Would he get girl germs from playing ball with her? He inwardly shuddered at the thought. Every little boy knew girl germs were the deadliest thing on Earth! But she seemed nice enough, and didn't fool herself into believing normal Ponyta could become adorable little half-humans… He threw the ball at her, surprising the little blonde. It bounced harmlessly off her head. "Sorry!" Lewis cried, giggling quietly. Adie threw it back.
"I like your hair," she told him after a few passes back and forth. "I've never seen no one with blue hair before…" Lewis's face flushed. He hated his hair! Lots of people liked it, though… He just thought it was ugly and messy.
"Thanks," he muttered. Thinking of a compliment for the other child, he came up with "Your eyes are pretty…"
Adie smiled. "Thanks! My mommy says my eyes look like honey, and I like honey! Do you like honey?"
Lewis's reply was cut short. The sound of a loud bell drilled into his ears, causing him to wince and miss the ball that had been tossed to him. It bounced away towards where a few older children were coming out. Why hadn't they come out when the kindergarten kids had come out? He started towards the ball.
Before Lewis was even five metres from the ball, an older child leapt down the stairs. Lewis saw the older child's eyes light up as they came to rest on the ball. The bigger boy proceeded to pick it up just as Lewis was in reaching distance.
"Um… 'scuse me," began Lewi politely, looking into the older boy's deep blue eyes. "That's my ball… I got it from the shed."
"Oh really?" asked the older boy, a sceptical look on his face. He was very tall and seemed to be at least eleven. "Well, I got the ball from the ground. It's mine now."
Lewis frowned. "But the Machop wrote my name down!" he pointed out.
"Bah." The older boy flapped his hand at the younger one. "OneShot doesn't really care if the kid who got it returns it! You just gotta return the ball and not your name."
"Really?" Lewis asked, confused. Was this the truth? Or was the big boy saying this just to get the ball? Lewis frowned again. He had gotten the ball, therefore it was HIS ball! He walked closer to the older boy. Lewis barely seemed to reach the older boy's navel. Nonetheless, he wanted that ball back. With a cry of "GIMME!" he jumped up at the boy, making a wild grab for the ball. The older boy stepped back, away from the crazy-looking child and smirked.
"Hm? Think you're tough? NO ONE is as tough as Jonathan Reynolds!" The older boy, Jonathan, dropped the ball. Before Lewis could run for it, his feet left the ground as Jonathan picked him up by the collar. Lewis coughed, feeling the material choking him, allowing darkness to dance on the edge of his vision… He lashed out wildly, missing pitifully. He could hear Jonathan's laugh… And the laugh of a few other students around him. Others were watching! Lewis felt his cheeks burn. He only wanted his ball back…
"Kill him, Jono!" called a boy with a dopey sounding voice.
"But he's SUFFOCATING!" cried a female voice. "Let him go!" Lewis's cheeks burned harder. He tried to wriggle out of his shirt, but Jono stabilised him with a punch to the stomach.
"Shaddup, Wildcat!" said the dopey boy, presumably to the girl. After aiming a kick at Jono, which came short, he twisted around to see the dopey boy and the girl that was protesting his treatment. The boy had long curly hair, but the girl had short, slightly wavy hair.
Another girl, with long chocolate-coloured hair, stepped up to the dopey boy. "You shaddup, Poodle," she said, eyes narrowed. A blow to Lewis's back returned him to the present. He only wanted the ball… He only wanted the ball…
Jono was grinning maliciously, obviously enjoying hurting Lewis. What had Lewis done to him other than want the ball? Tears welled up in the blue-haired boy's eyes, threatening to fall to the concrete ground. He started to shake. First day at school and already being harassed…
Lewis's scalp began prickling. The little boy started sobbing. He saw Jono looking at his hair oddly. So? It was blue, and it was currently itching… What was special about that?
Lewis gasped as he was sharply dropped, skinning his knees. Everything was suddenly bright. Lewis wiped his eyes. No, it was definitely brighter than before. Jono had recoiled, screeching and covering his eyes. Lewis took a look at the other older children. They were all doing the same thing, except Poodle who was merely blinking and muttering "Cool!".
Lewis realised he wasn't as affected by the light as the others. He frowned in puzzlement. Why? A casual stroke of his often messy blue hair explained this.
Sure, his hair was always messy, but not like this! He could feel every single hair on his head standing upright. All of them were glowing, he found out, as he pulled his fringe down and saw little yellow spots on the tips. What on earth was happening?
A searing pain spread through his chest as the light died down. Lewis doubled over, fresh tears springing to his eyes. It was intense, as if someone were poking him with a large, dull needle repeatedly over his heart. He could hear murmurings from not only the four older children, but from many others. He could even hear a teacher amongst the whispers.
"Oi. Kid. Up." It was Jono, who again picked him up by the shirt collar. Lewis didn't fight, nor even care, as the pain on his chest was distracting him so. He could feel it ebbing away. Lewis, hands over his heart, looked at the older boy. He looked mildly impressed… yet scared at the same time.
"Welcome to Palmer Pearle Primary School, Sparkles."
Last edited: