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Jan 26, 13 at 12:15pm ^The Forgotten Truth
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And please if you guys could mention any mistakes that you see in the chapters that would be awesome.
The protagonist of the story and the only main character to appear so far.
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Jan 30, 13 at 8:51pm ^re: The Forgotten Truth
I'm down for a Pokemon mystery, Mawile! Add me to a notif list or something!
May 4, 13 at 6:05pm ^re: The Forgotten Truth
September 17th, 2013
The clouds in the sky remained motionless, as if each one were helplessly suspended in the air without the winds blowing in the chilly autumn night, obscuring the night sky from vision. The shadows created from the absence of moonlight were casting a veil of darkness along with a sense of fear and despair among those who were caught under its cloak. Contrary to the hours of the day, a night in Celadon City was filled with an ominous vibe of being ambushed by any random thug roaming the streets. Walking along one of the main avenues, I saw a small brown fox with a cream colored fur collar hiding under a nearby pile of trash in an alleyway.
That's a shame. I thought to myself, I knew that this Eevee probably has an owner but it was too afraid to run back to its home in the middle of the night. When it reaches sunset people frantically rush to their homes with no concern for the welfare of others and if a pokémon was separated from its family it would find a safe place to hide, out of fear, attacking any other creature that came near it. It’s sounds sad but it feels even worse when you see an actual pokemon hiding in a pile of garbage to keep itself safe from harm.
"That's a nice Eevee you've got there..." I turned around to see a tall, skinny man with pale white skin who looked sort of malnourished. He was wearing khakis and a white undershirt that showed off what little muscles he had. His figure almost reminded of a ghost, no scratch that, he totally looks like a ghost.
"Hand it over." He demanded.
"Hand what over?" I asked sarcastically, purposely intending to raise his temper.
"Don't mess with me kid." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade, it looked about three or four inches long but just like the owner it was very thin and skinny when it came to width.
"Well, I particularly don't like fighting but..." I got into a fighting stance and placed each fist to guard my face.
"Come on me if you've got the balls." Now when it comes to being some kid pokemon trainer that just wanders all over the place, there are a few things you need to know but let's start off with two main points; lesson number one: you've got to know how to defend yourself.
"You smug little bitch, DIE!" The man immediately dashed forward to close the distance between us with dagger in hand, aimed at me. I took a deep breath and without hesitation and grabbed the hand holding the weapon and forcibly redirected the whole arm. I balled my other fist and slugged him in the stomach, knocking the wind out him. As he fell to the ground trying to catch his breath I knew that we had just gotten started as he tightened his grip around the knife. Which leads me to lesson number two: You've gotta think light on your feet.
Coming at me for a second time, the thug rose to his feet in another attempt to take a stab at me, I quickly drew a pokeball from my belt. From the sphere, a white light was released, which materialized into a jackal like pokemon with black and blue fur that covered most of its body.
“Poison Jab.” Lucario rushed at the thug with its right arm glowing in a sinister sickening purple color and struck the man in the gut. Without any warning my pokemon picked up the man off the ground slammed him on his back into the solid concrete ground. Right away after Lucario backed away from the thug after he began hacking up blood.
“Damn it Truth-” I called out to the Lucario in a serious tone, she turned around and looked at me with her ears drooping; no doubt fretting what she did wrong that caused me to be in such a downer. I sighed and assured her with a smile and then recalled the pokemon back into her capsule. “You’re such a try-hard.”
I walked back over to Eevee, reached into my bag, which was a standard brown leather messenger bag, and lightly tossed it a sitrus berry that landed on the ground nearby it. I didn’t see the Eevee do it but I could tell it accepted the berry from the sound of garbage rustling across the ground as I walked towards my next destination, well at least I was planning to until...
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, ORAZINE!” A voice that I knew all too well, echoed from what I’m guessing was a siren that, together with those blinding red and blue LED lights, shattered layers of the silent darkness in the night.
“Well, well, look at what the Meowth dragged in.” The voice was projected out the siren as a man opened the door and slowly walked out of the car; unlike the thug before the police officer had a large build and golden skin, while wearing a pair of sunglasses, why he’s wearing them at this time of night is beyond me.
“If it isn’t Kenji Orazine-” The officer began what would be our regular exchange of witty insults
between us, “the brat from the snobby, stuck-up Unova region.”
“Officer Jackson, I should’ve known it’d be you.” I smirked. “Anyone could spot that bald head of yours a mile away.” The cop shot daggers at me, at least I think he did, can’t really tell in this light, marched up to me and adjusted his police hat.
“You’d better watch it Kenji!” He then turned his attention to man who lied unconscious on the ground with blood still trickling from out his mouth. “Especially since no matter where you go, you always seem to be causing trouble.” Jackson remarked, as he proceeded to handcuff the criminal and practically shoved him into the backseat of his car.
“Ok, ok, there’s no need to get so upset Jackie. Just remember that I am authorized to deal with any illegal activity that involves terrorist organizations.”
“What terrorist organizations Kenji!? In case you’ve been living under a rock the Night Troops haven’t made a move since their defeat at the Silver Conference back in June!” The cop shouted, finally fed up of listening got in his car. “Just accept the fact that the Night Troops disbanded and go home kid.”
The Night Troops, disbanded? Please, Team Rocket has broken up and revived more times than I’ve ever logged onto Facebook. I thought to myself as I watched Jackson drive off into the night, looking up at the sky I could tell nothing else was going to happen so I made my way to the local pokemon center which surprisingly was only a block or two away from where I was standing.
Inside the center, the main lobby was completely empty not even Nurse Joy was standing at the front desk like normal but with the time of day I guess that’s normal.
“Hello?” The well known voice of the famous caretakers of the pokemon center, Nurse Joy, softly called out. An exhausted pink haired nurse dressed in uniform came to the front desk. “Good evening and welcome to the pokemon center, may I interest you in staying the night in a room?”
“Yes, please.” The woman handed me the standard electronic card key and guided me down the hallway.
“Here we are, room 607, pleasant dreams.” The room was pretty standard for P.C. guest rooms, tiled floors four bunk beds and a computer which trainers mostly use for research on any gym leaders. After settling in the room I threw my bag aside and plopped down on the twin sized bed too tired to care about how small it may be. I looked at the time displayed on the computer that read at 2:05.
“Better get some sleep for tomorrow.” I told myself while getting under the covers. “I wouldn’t want disappoint any of the few fans I have left by looking cranky due to lack sleep.”
3DS FC: 2767 - 0125 - 2336
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