Hey guys, guess who's back! That's right, I'm back in action with a brand new story, a Nuzlocke run at that! So sorry to all my long lost readers who probably don't read my stories anymore, but hopefully if your still out there, you'll come on in and leave a review! Man it feels good to be writing in here again. Anyways, I do believe my writing style has improved in the several months that I've vanished. So I hope you guys like reading it. Anyways, R+R!
September, 5th, 2001
"Mummy…" a voice said, piercing the snores of the house. The room was dark; the only source of light was the crescent moon shining in the night sky. A young boy, five years old to be precise, made his way from the door to the large bed in the centre of the room where two adults slept, their snores light. The blanket he had pulled with him dragged along the floor as one corner remained in his hand. The young boy stood on the left hand side of the bed where a female slept. The boy poked her in the shoulder, and repeated the single word of "mummy". The lady began to stir and she opened her eyes, her deep green eyes were clearly visible even in the slim dim light.
"What is it Hunter?" she asked, her voice soft.
"I had a bad dream…" the little boy replied, clutching his blanket tightly. The little boy's mum sat upright, and picked her son up, placing him on her knee.
"Why don't you tell me about it sweetie," she said. The boy looked almost afraid of what she had said, but he ended up mumbling a few words, and then began to make sentences.
"I looked older mummy," the boy began. "In my dream I was older, and I was a trainer. You know the kind that goes around challenging people like dad. Well I was fighting alongside something… I can't remember what, but it was a Pokémon. And there were others there as well. And these ones were humungous! I was very little compared to them mummy, and it scared me looking at them. Then they both turned and me and they laughed at me mummy. And not in the funny way! They were scary laughs and then they exploded into heaps and heaps of black objects which began to attack me! I was very afraid mummy. But I didn't wake up yet. I didn't wake up until I saw a girl. She looked my age but she seemed… dead. And then she scared me more by…"
Suddenly, the boy burst into tears and his mum hugged him tightly. The boy may have been crying, but his sobs were silent.
"It's okay Hunter," his mum said reassuringly. "It was just a nightmare. Nothing like that will ever hurt you." However, as she said this, she gave a worried glance over to her husband, who now sat beside her. They stared a knowing stare into each other's eyes, with only them knowing what it meant.
10 Years later…
The wind blew harmlessly through Littleroot Town, the trees swaying rhythm with the wind. The townsfolk were busy setting up shop in the local market. A teenage boy walked through the street where many of the stalls were set up. He wore a long sleeved red and black shirt as well as long pants. He also wore a white hat, which surprisingly looked like white hair. He casually made his way up to a stall, where several items were being displayed. He had a quick glance, then, deciding there was nothing interested there, continued on his way.
"Hey Hunter!" a voice called out. The boy turned around to see a man, probably in his early thirties, run up to him. He had a brown beard and wore a lab coat, which looked a bit dirty. "Where are you off to?"
"Nowhere Professor," Hunter said. He seemed nervous to be talking around the Professor, but he the older man smiled happily.
"Now, now, don't be so stubborn," he said. "You know I asked your mother to ask you to come to my lab. So come on then, hurry along."
"But Professor Birch," Hunter said, stopping the man in his tracks. "I don't really want a Pokémon. I don't know if you know why or not, but I really don't want to start my journey."
"Look, we can talk about this when we get to my lab. This isn't the place to talk. But I really want you to consider starting a journey. It's a really exciting journey for a boy your age."
Hunter sighed miserably. He nodded and Birch smiled, turned on his heel and lead Hunter down a side street. They passed along several streets, and they soon reached a rather large building. There was a windmill in the backyard as well, spinning at a moderate pace. Several Taillow were sitting on the fence, eyeing us as we opened the front gate. I stared back at them as their gaze followed us all the way to the front door, their eyes wide and unnerving. Professor Birch ushered me inside and he closed the door behind me.
The house itself was rather tidy. Many of the household items were placed neatly, nothing looking out of place. Professor Birch led Hunter down the hallway, their footsteps echoing through the hallway. They turned into a larger room, where the walls were decorated with a vast amount of pictures, ranging from pictures of Professor Birch's family, to pictures of different kinds of Pokémon, none of the Pokémon repeated in another picture. A large fireplace warmed the room, the fire crackling loudly. Professor Birch stopped in the middle of the room and he ushered me to sit down.
"Now Hunter," Professor Birch said, sitting in another chair just across from me. "As you know, I was going to give you a Pokémon so you could start your journey today. Both your mother and father have agreed to letting you start your journey, and they think it is a great way for a boy your age to go and see the world. Being a trainer gives you a lot of opportunities in what you want to do for the rest of your life."
"Professor Birch," Hunter said, interrupting the Professor's speech. "As much as I like the offer, I really don't think that it's a good idea. I'm not cut out to be a trainer. My father maybe a Gym Leader, but that doesn't mean I'll be any good with Pokémon."
"Oh Hunter," Professor Birch said, smiling while shaking his head. "That's where you're wrong. You see, the professors of each region have to be smart yes, but they also need to be able to see the potential in trainers. And there is a lot of potential in you."
"But… I don't want to be a trainer. I… I've grown up not wanting to be a trainer ever since I was five… And I don't like telling anyone else about why. But you need to trust me when I say I don't want to be a trainer."
Professor Birch stared at Hunter, his eyes staring deep into the boys. He stroked his beard, thinking thoughtfully. Professor Birch stood up and walked over to the fire, placing another block of wood on the blaze. He turned back to Hunter.
"Hunter if you do not wish to become a trainer," Birch said. "Then I will not force it upon you. However, this is an opportunity you should not miss out on."
"Professor Birch, my mind is made up," Hunter said once more. Professor Birch nodded and sighed.
"Well then, we should probably get you…" Professor Birch stopped and looked around.
"Did you hear that?" Birch asked Hunter. Hunter shook his head. However, he then heard something as well; something similar to a scream. Suddenly, another scream pierced the air, this one completely audible to anyone. Birch and Hunter moved to the window. They looked outside to see nothing but horror. Poochyenas, for as far as the eye could see, were swarming into Littleroot with their hair stood on end and their teeth were bared, sharper than a normal Poochyenas.
"What the hell is going on out there?" Professor Birch wondered. Suddenly, both he and Hunter saw something so horrifying it would chill the bone. One of the Poochyenas had bitten on a woman's arm, and had ripped it from her torso. Her scream chilled Hunter to the bone. The blood a dark red and it wouldn't stop flowing from the wound.
"We've got to help her!" Hunter said, heading for the door.
"Hunter, wait," Professor Birch said. He quickly raced over to the wall and he pushed a button and a small computer with a tube on the right of it appeared from out of the wall. He quickly typed away and in the tube, a Pokéball appeared. He then grabbed a brown package as well. He handed them to Hunter then looked at the boy.
"I know you don't want to be a trainer," Professor Birch said. "But I need you to go to Oldale Town and get my daughter, May. You need to find her and take her to Rustboro. You can remain there as well and give the Pokémon you catch to protect yourself to May. She will know what to do with them."
"But what about my mum?" Hunter asked, looking panicked.
"Does she have a Pokémon?" Birch asked. Hunter nodded and Birch smiled. "Then she should be fine. Now get going. Before the Poochyena get to the house."
"What about you?" Hunter asked with a worried look on his face. Professor Birch smiled and pulled out two Pokéballs.
"Tell May I love her," Birch said. He opened the Pokéballs, revealing a Sceptile and Blaziken. "Now go. Get May to Rustboro." Hunter nodded and ran for the door, shoving the items in his pocket. He opened the front door and carefully peered out, hoping not to alert the Poochyenas. He opened the door all the way and then bolted down the path. He didn't look back once, the screams of innocent people dying. He almost thought he heard the scream of his mum. He glanced back to make sure, but he couldn't tell. However, that brief moment he took his eyes off of the front of him, he tripped over a rock, landing flat on his face. He could feel pain in his knee and figured he must have scraped his knee.
'Crap…' he thought to himself. 'Just what I needed…' Hunter tried to push himself up; however, he heard something growling. Looking up, he saw a Poochyena, its teeth bared and fur on end. It even had a bit of foam coming out from its mouth.
"Shit…" Hunter muttered, seeing the Poochyena. The Poochyena began to walk backwards, eyeing Hunter carefully. And then, it happened. The Poochyena pounced straight for Hunter, its mouth open wide for the attack.
To Be Continued…