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The story of Eric Brifo, a young run away and his travels through the sinnoh region.
Rating: 15+ (this may be lowered, i just want to give myself room to work)
Oh, and just a quick note. This is my first ever FanFic so CC is asked for but please don't be to harsh. Thanks.
Chapter 1
"OK, I've only got one shot at this" Eric whispered to himself as he lined himself up against the door. Letting out a deep sigh he began his countdown.
"3-2-1, NOW!"
His bedroom door burst open smashing against the outer wall he bolted for the front door. Adrenaline filling his body he collided with the front door hearing the roar of the predator behind him. He sped down the untrimmed path and past the box labeled 'Sledger' and then flying over the broken gate.
After what seemed like an eternity he finally felt the rush of freedom embrace his very soul once more numbing the pain of all those years of neglect.
Eric ran until the weight of his bag drained him of what little energy he had.
"This should be far enough for now" he confirmed as he gasped for air "I doubt if that fat oaf will be able to see see that far let alone run it" he said with a sly giggle.
Dropping his bag in exhaustion he pulled out a small bottle of water and quickly drained its content. Looking sharply for the next place to go worrying if he was on his tracks. Suddenly a rustling emitted from the bushes behind him. The bottle hit the floor with an empty thud.
"He couldn't have caught up could he?" Eric thought to himself fearing the worse. "He's not built for that sort of speed."
His body tensed up as he turned around, expecting to be met by the pain he's endured for the past ten years. But he wasn't. Letting out a sigh of relief he was greeted by a young man around the same age cycling towards him, followed closely by a small brown pokémon scuttling along behind him. He gave Eric a polite wave as he zoomed past and Eric returned the gesture, a forced smile plastered to his face.
A brief encounter with the real world triggered a thousand questions to rush through his mind. 'Why does he get the good life?', 'What makes him so different?, 'Whats he done to deserve such a devoted pokémon?' But the question that bugged him most was this, 'How am i suppose to survive without a pokémon?'
"I won't be able to catch one." Eric contemplated to himself quietly, taking a seat on a nearby fence pole. "I certainly won't be able to befriend one." He said doubting himself.
Feeling a wave of pre-guilt he rose from his seat and said "That only leaves one option."
Reluctantly he set off, following the set of tiny footprints and tire track on the ground.
After making his was through what felt an acre of trees he arrived at a small clearing. Eric could hear the laughter of a teenager radiating from the small patch of emptiness. Pulling a small branch aside he could see the golden blond hair that coated the back of the boys head gleaming in the sunlight.
"Look at him" Eric squeaked to himself.
"How could i steal from him, he loves that thing so much"
He knew what he had to do, and these thoughts were only making it worse.
"I love you so much" the boy said as he picked up the small brown creature.
"After this we'll go to the pokémart and get you a brand new pokéball to replace that old one we threw out before. And then we can carry on training so we can become big and strong just like Cathrine and her pokémon."
"Toooooeeee" The pokémon pured in excitement.
"But first off, i need to have a P double E" The boy said, giggling at his choice of words.
"You stay here and watch my bike, K" He commanded as he walked in the opposite direction, not even looking back.
"Right" Eric said "It's now or never."
"It's his own fault for leaving it on it's own, not to mention not having a pokéball for it." he said trying to justify his actions.
Feeling the same buzz from when he escaped that house he sprung from the bushed knowing full well if he got caught now it would be game over.
Questions will be answered in the next instalment ;D
Rating: 15+ (this may be lowered, i just want to give myself room to work)
Oh, and just a quick note. This is my first ever FanFic so CC is asked for but please don't be to harsh. Thanks.
Chapter 1
Spoiler:
"OK, I've only got one shot at this" Eric whispered to himself as he lined himself up against the door. Letting out a deep sigh he began his countdown.
"3-2-1, NOW!"
His bedroom door burst open smashing against the outer wall he bolted for the front door. Adrenaline filling his body he collided with the front door hearing the roar of the predator behind him. He sped down the untrimmed path and past the box labeled 'Sledger' and then flying over the broken gate.
After what seemed like an eternity he finally felt the rush of freedom embrace his very soul once more numbing the pain of all those years of neglect.
Eric ran until the weight of his bag drained him of what little energy he had.
"This should be far enough for now" he confirmed as he gasped for air "I doubt if that fat oaf will be able to see see that far let alone run it" he said with a sly giggle.
Dropping his bag in exhaustion he pulled out a small bottle of water and quickly drained its content. Looking sharply for the next place to go worrying if he was on his tracks. Suddenly a rustling emitted from the bushes behind him. The bottle hit the floor with an empty thud.
"He couldn't have caught up could he?" Eric thought to himself fearing the worse. "He's not built for that sort of speed."
His body tensed up as he turned around, expecting to be met by the pain he's endured for the past ten years. But he wasn't. Letting out a sigh of relief he was greeted by a young man around the same age cycling towards him, followed closely by a small brown pokémon scuttling along behind him. He gave Eric a polite wave as he zoomed past and Eric returned the gesture, a forced smile plastered to his face.
A brief encounter with the real world triggered a thousand questions to rush through his mind. 'Why does he get the good life?', 'What makes him so different?, 'Whats he done to deserve such a devoted pokémon?' But the question that bugged him most was this, 'How am i suppose to survive without a pokémon?'
"I won't be able to catch one." Eric contemplated to himself quietly, taking a seat on a nearby fence pole. "I certainly won't be able to befriend one." He said doubting himself.
Feeling a wave of pre-guilt he rose from his seat and said "That only leaves one option."
Reluctantly he set off, following the set of tiny footprints and tire track on the ground.
After making his was through what felt an acre of trees he arrived at a small clearing. Eric could hear the laughter of a teenager radiating from the small patch of emptiness. Pulling a small branch aside he could see the golden blond hair that coated the back of the boys head gleaming in the sunlight.
"Look at him" Eric squeaked to himself.
"How could i steal from him, he loves that thing so much"
He knew what he had to do, and these thoughts were only making it worse.
"I love you so much" the boy said as he picked up the small brown creature.
"After this we'll go to the pokémart and get you a brand new pokéball to replace that old one we threw out before. And then we can carry on training so we can become big and strong just like Cathrine and her pokémon."
"Toooooeeee" The pokémon pured in excitement.
"But first off, i need to have a P double E" The boy said, giggling at his choice of words.
"You stay here and watch my bike, K" He commanded as he walked in the opposite direction, not even looking back.
"Right" Eric said "It's now or never."
"It's his own fault for leaving it on it's own, not to mention not having a pokéball for it." he said trying to justify his actions.
Feeling the same buzz from when he escaped that house he sprung from the bushed knowing full well if he got caught now it would be game over.
Questions will be answered in the next instalment ;D
