Pokémon Fanatic Fiction
As the rain fell form the pitch sky like a volley of bullets, the storm's winds tossed the girl's long hair. Despite being drenched and cold, she remained perfectly still, propping herself up against a large stone in the shadows out of view. The man called out.
"Well, child, where have you run to? Don't you want to finish our little match, or have you given up? I should have expected this much from you, girl" he shouted with his voice barely audible above the roaring winds. He began laughing. "You were an easy opponent. I just take down one of your 'mighty' beasts, and you run like a coward," the man called out, mocking her. The sky blazed with a streak of lightning. As she scrunched up tight in fear, the flash revealed a body laying on the ground in a crippled and burnt heap. Its dead eyes glaring at her. They pierced through her very soul just as when they first met.
"How did this happen to me," she thought to herself while she held her pendant tight. "How?" Slowly, she began to be filled with emotions, remembering the reason she had come this far in the first place. Overcoming her fear, she stood up, revealing her location, to face her challenger. The blasting rain and wind nearly knocked her down, but she would not let it. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts and memories as she went to accept fate...
Accounts of Rei's life as written in her journal
Rain, I thought. Funny how it seemed to follow me where ever I went, always bringing pain into my life . The day I was born you could have sworn was a night. The sky was covered in clouds, and not a beam of light shone through. That was the day my mother died. There were complications that she couldn't make it through. I was told how lucky I was to have survived it. It also rained the day my father left on the journey he promised to return from. On the day he was supposed to return, it rained again. He never came back.
Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Rei. I live in a secluded little village surrounded by a massive forest in the middle of nowhere. My parents, how I miss them, were both extreme Poke Maniacs. No one could compare to there knowledge or skill of pokemon. They ran a small Pokemon Market Store off by the forest in my hometown. There, they sold rare items they had acquired from around the world. It didn't get much business, but they didn't need it. My father made so much money from battles with gym leaders that we were set for life. He had a large sack that overflowed with badges he had won. The shop was really just there to get rid of some of the junk that had accumulated over the years. While I was never too interested in Pokemon training, my father forced his knowledge and skill upon me. I had a natural talent for it.
When I was about nine, my father planned a long trip to some far away gyms. I should have known that the rain was a bad omen. As he left the village, followed him out. I didn't want to leave his side. I didn't want to be alone. He looked down at me as I clutched to his leg while being soaked in the rain.
"Dear, go back inside. You'll catch a cold if you stay out in the rain," he spoke kindly to me. I still held on to him. He took off his coat and draped it around my shoulders to shield me from the rain. It was well oversized for me. Its dingy gray sleeves and tail laid in puddles on the ground. "Now, don't you worry about me. Nothing will happen to me as long as I have Mooky at my side. I'll be back. I promise..." With that I let go, and he began to walk off. I stood there long after he crossed the horizon. I murmured his name to myself, but it was covered by the crack of thunder. I hurried back inside, hoping for the best, yet some how I knew he would not be returning.
Time had past, and I still wore my father's coat. It was raining outside, so I watched patiently through the window from inside to see him coming up to the door so I could greet him. When it came past time for him to return and he didn't show up, I was not surprised. Days later, an officer came into town on another stormy day with some terrible news. My father was approaching home when he encountered some Rockets. They severely outnumbered him, and finally, he lost to them. Judging from the scorch marks and charred bodies littering the ground of the site, though, he and Mooky, his prized Charizard and most loyal and powerful beast, put up a good fight. The only thing that could be recovered from the site of the attack was the Pokeball Mooky was kept in, I could just tell. It was beaten up to the point were it would not open. I kept it as a charm to remind me of my father.
There I was. Left completely alone in the world. My experiences in life left me rather cold and bitter. Where ever I went, death followed. It seemed like a curse. It was how I received the nickname 'Rei', which means cold, death, or departed soul. I never took that coat off and I turned Mooky's old Pokeball into a pendent, which also never left my possession. I had no living relitives and had to fend for myself. I maintained keep of my parents' shop. Business was still slow, but I really did not need the money. It was more to kept in memory of my father. I also fulfilled his wishes by getting my Pokemon License and officially registered in the League, even though I never planned on using them.
All of that happened seven years ago. Now, I am sixteen. Over the coarse of years, I never made much friends. Most of the children in the neighborhood were scared by me and left to begin the quest to become Pokemon Trainers years ago. Losers. The sad thing is I knew more about Pokemon than all of them combined and could probably train better than any of them, too. I, however, stayed home and completed my studies, which was done earlier than most. Finished with schooling early on, I spent a large amount of time reading my father's logs taken while he was on his treks to gyms and training. I learned a lot from them; however, I never caught a single Pokemon in all those years. The only person who respected me was one of my neighbors. He was an elderly gentleman named Flubit. He use to be a Pokemon trainer, but because of his condition, he gave it up. He is crippled in one leg and is legally blind. I run small errands for him, and we talk days on end together. My knowledge of Pokemon grew even greater thanks to him.
Pokemon and Pokemon characters are property of Game Freaks, Creatures, and Nintendo. I did not make them nor do I take credit for them. However, most characters and various other things included in this fanatic fiction are of my creation, so hands off!
Last Modified - 4/23/01 | Established 12/21/00