Inspired by FeatheredSerpents: Real PKMN Roleplay.
Chapter Title: Even cold hearts need love…
Summary: Shadow Anthony Ami is a teen with no one to love, and no one to care about him. His grandfather is a shadowy figure and his father is no less supportive…Join his journey to become human yet again.
'…Pain will be your teacher…'
'…This is only the beginning of my furry…'
These voices and more plagued my mind, I could only hear my shallow breaths and the beating of my heart. I swallow the small amount of saliva that I could muster and let it run down my throat. I inhale and exhale the cold mountain winds caught my breath and let the white mist fall down.
I stepped out from behind a tree, my feet sinking deep in the snow. I tighten the scarf around my neck and absently tap the top of my gun, a low growl accompanied me. My Garchomp stood beside me, his abnormal dark skin made him stick out of the snowy land around us.
"My pet…I believe we have a mission." I whisper, Garchomp let out a growl of excitement and shook his head around.
Indeed we did have a mission to do. A family lived in the outer reaches of Snowpoint, my grandfather had been watching them and the father of the house seemed to be making it difficult for Galactic activity to roam around the snowy mountains. My mission was plain and simple; Get in, kill the family, get out. I loaded my gun and allowed a smirk to embrace my face. "Come then lets kill them." I said before advancing forward.
The snow was hard to traverse since my metallic frame kept pulling me in towards the snow. Its not that it was going to kill me, the snow, but it made my job longer and harder, Garchomp was having the same problem but to a lesser extent. My grey eyes trail upwards, the house was now visible, and I gave a relieved sigh.
We settled behind a thick row of trees, I had my left eye closed and an eerie red eye was pointed toward the house a thin red beam hitting the wooden exterior before I could see.
At first all was blurry, full of static but after a few minutes my eye adjusted; I could now see the inside of the house. The main target was sitting in a chair reading a newspaper a mug set next to him on the table, his legs propped up on the table, whom I assumed to be his wife was in the chair next to him knitting and happily chatting away about something. Two children lay on a furry rug playing with toy Pokemon and cars. The family remained in this setting for a good hour or so. Suddenly the father stood up folded his newspaper up under his arm and headed out of the room, on the way out he slid on his coat before shoving his feet into a pair of snow boots. He slid on a hat finally before exiting the house, in his hand was an axe. I smirked, only an axe the man had only an axe to defend himself.
Slowly my fingers curled around the base of the gun, I swallowed again before slowly getting up from my spot and moving towards the man. He had moved into the backyard a wood-stump lay in front of him and pieces of wood where gathered beside it. He was chopping firewood and it'd be the easiest time to get him. I moved silently under the house's windows using the shadows to hide my position. I crouched down near the side of the house, where my eyes could still see him, slowly I raised the gun into position and waited for the most opportune moment.
The right position seemed to take forever, and I was getting tired. The sun was slowly deciding into the snowy hills where it would take its rest for the night. But suddenly a thought dawned on me…the night…it would be a perfect time. I let out a breath and lowered my gun, I'd been at this for at lest a good twenty minutes, I could wait another five. The man seemed to be getting tired, his axe swings became less and less furious and he was hunched over his knees taking in the glorious scent of fresh air, as he started to get back up and raise his axe he stopped. He let out a low groan and the axe fell free from his hands hitting the stump before crashing to the ground. His eyes rolled back and his body fell, hitting the snow. I moved out from beside the house and stalked over to the man, my bullet had hit his spinal cord but didn't kill him, merely paralyze him.
I stood over him, the barrel of the gun aimed at his head. He tried to speak, to defend himself, but all that came was gurgled words and a stream of blood. "Next time don't interfere with galactic." I said in a soft, yet cruel voice. My finger pulled on the trigger and the man let out a breathless moan before he went still. Slowly I turn and head towards the house, sliding my gun back into its holster, Garchomp came out of the trees and grabbed the man's leg before dragging his corpse into the thick under growth.
By the time I had even stepped foot in the house I could tell it was already late. I silently shut the door behind me and allow the warmth of the house to claim my weary and tired bones. I only allowed this warm and calm sensation to take me over for but a moment, I was on the move again.
I searched the house, but I couldn't find any signs of the wife nor children…that is until I heard laughing from down the hall. Slowly I made my legs walk towards the sound. I stop before I touch the light that shined out of the door of the room, but I did allow my robotic eye to scan inside the room.
Inside the wife had tucked the children away in the bed and was sitting on the edge reading out of an old beaten up book, it seemed that each time she turned the page it would earn a small fit of laughter from the children. I shut my human eye and a very small, almost unnoticeable tear is jarred out. In my chest, or heart rather, I felt a sudden pang…no it wasn't sudden it'd had always been there, waiting for a moment like this to grow to full power. I raise my arm and place my hand against my chest, I took in a few deep breaths trying to calm my heart, while I did this I listened to the conversation in the other room.
"Momma read it again, read it again!" cried one voice.
"Yeah momma read it!" the other one sounded. The woman chuckled softly before nodding.
"Very well then." She cleared her throat and began to read again.
"Mother…" I barely whisper, shaking my head I can hear my grandfather's words coming back.
'…Love Shadow, love is for those that don't have courage. Love is for the weak, the ones that can't defend themselves…'
My human eye opened again, and I clutched the fabric that made my shirt, I let out a sigh before I pulled out my gun again, I opened the side and re-loaded it with three new bullets, I clicked it and began to advance into the room.
Garchomp had hidden the body in the snow when he heard three terrified shouts, screams, and sobs. He tilted his head in that direction before there was complete silence. He was about to run off toward the house when Shadow slowly advanced toward him. His master strode right past him and only gave a command.
"Come, we're going home." He said gruffly. Garchomp snorted before trailing off after his master.
Well I hope you all enjoyed this! I'll be writing up the second chapter once I get some reviews in!