Charizard Morph
has doomed us all.
Ever heard of an albino Pokemon? Has the idea ever occoured to you? what if, under extreme circumstances, there happened to be an albino Umbreon? What would his story be, where would it begin? How would it end? This, my friends, is the story of that extraordinary Umbreon, an extraordinary Pokemon, named Joshua.
Joshua walked down the silent road, the town had been deserted for years now, and there wasn't any point in hiding in the alleyways of a humanless place. The only reason he dared come here was because he was positive it was thoroughly empty, he’d spent all day on the outskirts of the town, sniffing around and making sure that there weren’t any humans left to chop off the head that had such a huge price on it.
Having run away from his trainer, and killed him, he couldn't be around humans without them noticing him, “they would have noticed you anyway.” He told himself. “As if those greedy bastards could avoid staring at me while fumbling with their overpriced pokeballs in hopes of capturing me.” He’d been on the run from the moronic idiots for a while now, for about a year. “Those human police are so stupid, running around in their blue coats, pretending that they have everything in order while humans like my trainer get away with horrible crimes.”
No, the only thing the hands of the greedy humans cared about was the price on his head, coming after him with chains and guns. They didn’t even care about the reason for what they could only describe on their useless, unobservant tounges as murder. “I’d probably get a medal for eliminating that foul waste of space, if they knew what he’d done to me.” He growled quietly to himself. He shuddered at the memories, deciding to train his focus on something besides bad memories, paying attention to the movement of his feet, and the muscles as they tensed and relaxed behind his legs.
As he padded along the deserted street, slowly forgetting to focus on his movement and looking up at the dark starry sky, with just barely a sliver of a silver moon shining, it seemed, right over his head. Nighttime was soothing despite the odd coloration of his fur, he didn’t blend into the shadows like he was supposed to, instead he did exactly the opposite. He was what is considered an albino Pokémon, making him easily noticed among others, and very very rare. The almost invisible white of his fur and the unnatural purple coloring of the rings that decorated his body screamed “Look at me!!” making any human, weather wishing for the money he’s worth or wishing to own him, stare in shock at his slim quick moving figure, as he escaped of course.
He sniffed the air, searching for any scent, as he explored the few shabby buildings along the street he could get inside of. Most of the buildings were human homes, abandoned and left so the basements would mold and the wood had started the slow process of it’s decay. He sniffed the air outside a medium sized building with a fading blue colored roof.
Joshua slid his body into the doorway of the abandoned pokemart, led by the scent of slightly stale, but edible; wonderful, joyous, celebrated, and untainted by humans; food. His stomach growled, the muscle tightening in pain at the thought of eating. There were shelves lined with packages, the unreadable labels celebrating several different, brightly colored, Pokémon while they ate.
He didn’t even stop to see what he was eating, Josh just slammed into the display, knocking down several packages, and almost sending the shelf crashing down onto himself. He paid no attention to this though, and shredded the packaging covering the wonderful smelling food. He sank his teeth into it and, after eating about half of it, realized that he was tearing into a package of crackers. He sighed and stared at the mess of bland crumbs, uselessly taking notice of his filthy appearance. He figured that he’d just run through a stream later if he found one.
Josh shook his head and, now that he could think straighter with some food in his stomach, silently walked among the shelves. He stopped when he, to his unbelief, smelled meat. He stared up at the shelf, and, laying eyes on several packages of jerky, carefully jumped onto the ledge. He pushed several bags of the smoked meat down to the floor, then carefully jumped down himself. He tore open the plastic packaging with his teeth and continued to stuff himself; he ate three bags of the meat, then stopped. “Why aren't there any other Pokémon here.” He murmured to himself, stepping away from his meal.
It suddenly occurred to him that this food would have been eaten years ago. Even though humans, because of how hard it was to reach, had abandoned this town, most Pokémon would still be able to get there, especially the ones that lived on this side of Mt. Cornet. This thought suddenly put him on edge; he became even more nervous as he thought about it.
Josh suddenly realized that he hadn’t even seen a Rattata or Ghastly in any of the buildings he’d explored. Most Pokémon usually shied away from him because of his odd appearance but he’d always seen at least a few of the more common ones running around. Usually he could always spot a purple tail or two before the Pokémon in area finally got curious (mad) enough, and started poking around (chasing) after him.
He felt the fur on the back of his neck rise, as he became more alert of his surroundings. He turned his ears, listening for the tiniest of sounds; all he could hear from the inside of the building was the rattle of leaves as they were shepherded by the strong fall wind. He walked outside and turned his nose to the air, closing his eyes and folding his ears down so that each scent would be undisturbed by the other senses.
The strongest scents were the trees surrounding the town; The Pine trees and other conifers still hadn’t managed to destroy the street with their long strong roots. Josh inhaled deeper, concentrating on each scent that was in the air, mold, rotting wood, the lightest scent of human, cloth, the fading scent of Pokémon, and water.
He was puzzled, nothing was out of the ordinary, and each scent was familiar and typical for an abandoned human town. He set his ears to work again, listening for anything in the fall air. Suddenly he heard light footfalls, the near silent padding of paws on pavement. He turned and looked straight at an Absol, it was walking towards him, and then it slowly sat and stared at him.
“Who are you!” Josh growled, suddenly alert and on the defensive, trembling in excitement. Another Pokémon hadn’t approached him in months now without accusations about the human. He couldn’t really be around any Pokémon without them trying to kill him; one of the golden rules of Pokémon was ‘never kill a human.’ Of course he hadn’t just killed a human, he’d killed his trainer. Which was pretty much giving your self a death sentence from any Pokémon strong enough to kill you.
By killing any human, good or bad, you gave your species and type a bad reputation. Humans aren’t really very bright when it comes to that sort of thing, there are several examples in the Pokémon world, of humans being stupid and trying to wipe out certain species, and it always ends badly.
Josh’d usually just run before anything bigger than him could kill him, but the Absol just sat there, staring with cold red eyes, locking him in its gaze. He shivered; it was as if the Pokémon was tying him to the spot, using its will to keep him there.
Silently, at least to untrained ears, five more Absol came out of shadows and sat next to the other one. Josh realized that if they meant to attack he wouldn’t escape, he had a chance if he ran but it was probably too late anyway, he’d try anyway. He made a move to run, but his legs wouldn’t listen to the warnings, exploding like rockets, going off in his brain. He pulled his legs up but couldn’t make them move any further than an inch at a time.
He watched as the six Pokémon formed a circle around him, the near silent padding of their feet disturbingly in step, as if they were marching. They sat down, towering over him ominously like tall city buildings on a moonless night. They said nothing and seemed to be waiting for something, Josh took a deep breath, then trained his ears, listening for more footsteps. Suddenly a gust of wind flew up and ripped leaves off of branches, sending them tearing across the street. The wind howled, making it impossible to hear anything but it’s mournful wail.
“What is being guarded, Razor?” A voice called out over the howling; it seemed to be moving, even though Josh couldn’t hear any footsteps. One of the Absols turned to face something, but their long white coats were blocking his view.
“It is an Umbreon of odd coloring, BloodScythe.” Said the Pokémon Josh assumed to be Razor.
Suddenly another Absol came into view, the parts of him that were supposed to be gray were blood red, and he seemed to shine in the moonlight. “I see what you mean, he is even more oddly colored than I am.” The red Absol commented, observing Josh’s white fur. The wind died and every sound was suddenly sharper on his ears. “He isn’t even what the humans call shiny, of course they’re too stupid to realize what being a ‘shiny’ really means.” He said observing the purple rings around Josh’s ears.
“What should we do with him, he was in our territory, but he was also in a disaster area, we’ve warned all of the Pokémon that live around here of the coming danger, so why would one stay?” One of the Absols in the circle commented, her tail twitching nervously.
“Relax Snow, we haven’t been through here in a month, and that explosion could happen any time. He looks half starved and probably came looking for food.” Shit, at the mention of food Joshua’s stomach growled, drawing attention to him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He figured that as long as he was the center of attention he might as well say something. “I didn’t know this area belonged to you, I was hungry.”
BloodScythe nodded, “I figured it was that, do you have a name, odd Umbreon?” He asked, lying down so that their eyes met. It made Joshua feel like a child, but he ignored it.
“Yes, my name is Joshua.” He said calmly, even though he was scared to death, looking into the sharp gray-green eyes of the Absol. Most of the other Absol had relaxed and were spread out, lying on the cracked street.
“Good, Joshua…” he said the name as if he was tasting it, letting the three simple syllables run over his tounge, like he hadn’t ever heard of a Pokémon being called by that name. “I’m pleased to meet you. I am BloodScythe, as you’ve heard, and this is my pack. Usually us Absol are loners, wandering about and trying to warn others of danger. I have formed a pack here, we usually spread out, and then we meet in one place and share news of dangers. We keep others safe here, warning them of any dangers if they are traveling that way.”
Joshua nodded, “Why do you keep other Pokémon from coming here, it seems safe enough, unless a building falls over.” It made him nervous to talk to the Absol, who was clearly larger, and older than the others.
BloodScythe answered his question; he seemed to enjoy telling about the town. “This town was abandoned almost three years ago, because it was so hard for the humans to get supplies here. Many Pokémon and hikers passed through here out of curiosity, but most of them just went on their way. So the town died and the humans left. For one year it was slowly inhabited by Pokémon, then there was an earthquake, and all of the residents ran off.” BloodScythe looked at the jagged cracks in the road.
“It was beginning to attract Pokémon again but then we came, to alert them of danger. There is going to be an eruption here, before the year is over, and the moon has completed its twelve cycles, which will happen within the next two months.” He stood up and shook his oddly glimmering fur. “That is why we are so concerned with others being here, we wish them to stay safe.”
Josh laughed a little. “Then why, exactly, are we still standing in the middle of it?” he asked, still a little nervous around the other Pokémon. “It seems odd to stand in the middle of a town if you know it could explode any second.”
“It will not explode today, but it is a good idea to get out of here. Poachers lurk in unmarked towns; wishing only harm on the Pokémon passing through, and no Pokémon can survive their weapons. So, Joshua, I suggest that you fallow me.” He said it as if he knew something, which he most likely did, and Josh shivered at the warning. BloodScythe turned and walked towards the trees on the edge of town, his pack following swiftly.
Josh walked after the red Absol, keeping his senses sharp. He decided he would stay with the group of Absol for a few days, but trouble seemed to enjoy his company, and he didn’t want to give any extra work to the seven protectors of the mountain. And he wasn’t looking forward to their discovery of who he was. It would be easy enough to kill him, and for a few minuets Josh wondered what it would be like to die, to be killed by one of these seven, would they leave him broken and bloody, to die slowly, like he did his trainer? Would they, the seven protectors, who seemingly treasured life, kill him?
Save your pity
Chapter one
Chapter one
Joshua walked down the silent road, the town had been deserted for years now, and there wasn't any point in hiding in the alleyways of a humanless place. The only reason he dared come here was because he was positive it was thoroughly empty, he’d spent all day on the outskirts of the town, sniffing around and making sure that there weren’t any humans left to chop off the head that had such a huge price on it.
Having run away from his trainer, and killed him, he couldn't be around humans without them noticing him, “they would have noticed you anyway.” He told himself. “As if those greedy bastards could avoid staring at me while fumbling with their overpriced pokeballs in hopes of capturing me.” He’d been on the run from the moronic idiots for a while now, for about a year. “Those human police are so stupid, running around in their blue coats, pretending that they have everything in order while humans like my trainer get away with horrible crimes.”
No, the only thing the hands of the greedy humans cared about was the price on his head, coming after him with chains and guns. They didn’t even care about the reason for what they could only describe on their useless, unobservant tounges as murder. “I’d probably get a medal for eliminating that foul waste of space, if they knew what he’d done to me.” He growled quietly to himself. He shuddered at the memories, deciding to train his focus on something besides bad memories, paying attention to the movement of his feet, and the muscles as they tensed and relaxed behind his legs.
As he padded along the deserted street, slowly forgetting to focus on his movement and looking up at the dark starry sky, with just barely a sliver of a silver moon shining, it seemed, right over his head. Nighttime was soothing despite the odd coloration of his fur, he didn’t blend into the shadows like he was supposed to, instead he did exactly the opposite. He was what is considered an albino Pokémon, making him easily noticed among others, and very very rare. The almost invisible white of his fur and the unnatural purple coloring of the rings that decorated his body screamed “Look at me!!” making any human, weather wishing for the money he’s worth or wishing to own him, stare in shock at his slim quick moving figure, as he escaped of course.
He sniffed the air, searching for any scent, as he explored the few shabby buildings along the street he could get inside of. Most of the buildings were human homes, abandoned and left so the basements would mold and the wood had started the slow process of it’s decay. He sniffed the air outside a medium sized building with a fading blue colored roof.
Joshua slid his body into the doorway of the abandoned pokemart, led by the scent of slightly stale, but edible; wonderful, joyous, celebrated, and untainted by humans; food. His stomach growled, the muscle tightening in pain at the thought of eating. There were shelves lined with packages, the unreadable labels celebrating several different, brightly colored, Pokémon while they ate.
He didn’t even stop to see what he was eating, Josh just slammed into the display, knocking down several packages, and almost sending the shelf crashing down onto himself. He paid no attention to this though, and shredded the packaging covering the wonderful smelling food. He sank his teeth into it and, after eating about half of it, realized that he was tearing into a package of crackers. He sighed and stared at the mess of bland crumbs, uselessly taking notice of his filthy appearance. He figured that he’d just run through a stream later if he found one.
Josh shook his head and, now that he could think straighter with some food in his stomach, silently walked among the shelves. He stopped when he, to his unbelief, smelled meat. He stared up at the shelf, and, laying eyes on several packages of jerky, carefully jumped onto the ledge. He pushed several bags of the smoked meat down to the floor, then carefully jumped down himself. He tore open the plastic packaging with his teeth and continued to stuff himself; he ate three bags of the meat, then stopped. “Why aren't there any other Pokémon here.” He murmured to himself, stepping away from his meal.
It suddenly occurred to him that this food would have been eaten years ago. Even though humans, because of how hard it was to reach, had abandoned this town, most Pokémon would still be able to get there, especially the ones that lived on this side of Mt. Cornet. This thought suddenly put him on edge; he became even more nervous as he thought about it.
Josh suddenly realized that he hadn’t even seen a Rattata or Ghastly in any of the buildings he’d explored. Most Pokémon usually shied away from him because of his odd appearance but he’d always seen at least a few of the more common ones running around. Usually he could always spot a purple tail or two before the Pokémon in area finally got curious (mad) enough, and started poking around (chasing) after him.
He felt the fur on the back of his neck rise, as he became more alert of his surroundings. He turned his ears, listening for the tiniest of sounds; all he could hear from the inside of the building was the rattle of leaves as they were shepherded by the strong fall wind. He walked outside and turned his nose to the air, closing his eyes and folding his ears down so that each scent would be undisturbed by the other senses.
The strongest scents were the trees surrounding the town; The Pine trees and other conifers still hadn’t managed to destroy the street with their long strong roots. Josh inhaled deeper, concentrating on each scent that was in the air, mold, rotting wood, the lightest scent of human, cloth, the fading scent of Pokémon, and water.
He was puzzled, nothing was out of the ordinary, and each scent was familiar and typical for an abandoned human town. He set his ears to work again, listening for anything in the fall air. Suddenly he heard light footfalls, the near silent padding of paws on pavement. He turned and looked straight at an Absol, it was walking towards him, and then it slowly sat and stared at him.
“Who are you!” Josh growled, suddenly alert and on the defensive, trembling in excitement. Another Pokémon hadn’t approached him in months now without accusations about the human. He couldn’t really be around any Pokémon without them trying to kill him; one of the golden rules of Pokémon was ‘never kill a human.’ Of course he hadn’t just killed a human, he’d killed his trainer. Which was pretty much giving your self a death sentence from any Pokémon strong enough to kill you.
By killing any human, good or bad, you gave your species and type a bad reputation. Humans aren’t really very bright when it comes to that sort of thing, there are several examples in the Pokémon world, of humans being stupid and trying to wipe out certain species, and it always ends badly.
Josh’d usually just run before anything bigger than him could kill him, but the Absol just sat there, staring with cold red eyes, locking him in its gaze. He shivered; it was as if the Pokémon was tying him to the spot, using its will to keep him there.
Silently, at least to untrained ears, five more Absol came out of shadows and sat next to the other one. Josh realized that if they meant to attack he wouldn’t escape, he had a chance if he ran but it was probably too late anyway, he’d try anyway. He made a move to run, but his legs wouldn’t listen to the warnings, exploding like rockets, going off in his brain. He pulled his legs up but couldn’t make them move any further than an inch at a time.
He watched as the six Pokémon formed a circle around him, the near silent padding of their feet disturbingly in step, as if they were marching. They sat down, towering over him ominously like tall city buildings on a moonless night. They said nothing and seemed to be waiting for something, Josh took a deep breath, then trained his ears, listening for more footsteps. Suddenly a gust of wind flew up and ripped leaves off of branches, sending them tearing across the street. The wind howled, making it impossible to hear anything but it’s mournful wail.
“What is being guarded, Razor?” A voice called out over the howling; it seemed to be moving, even though Josh couldn’t hear any footsteps. One of the Absols turned to face something, but their long white coats were blocking his view.
“It is an Umbreon of odd coloring, BloodScythe.” Said the Pokémon Josh assumed to be Razor.
Suddenly another Absol came into view, the parts of him that were supposed to be gray were blood red, and he seemed to shine in the moonlight. “I see what you mean, he is even more oddly colored than I am.” The red Absol commented, observing Josh’s white fur. The wind died and every sound was suddenly sharper on his ears. “He isn’t even what the humans call shiny, of course they’re too stupid to realize what being a ‘shiny’ really means.” He said observing the purple rings around Josh’s ears.
“What should we do with him, he was in our territory, but he was also in a disaster area, we’ve warned all of the Pokémon that live around here of the coming danger, so why would one stay?” One of the Absols in the circle commented, her tail twitching nervously.
“Relax Snow, we haven’t been through here in a month, and that explosion could happen any time. He looks half starved and probably came looking for food.” Shit, at the mention of food Joshua’s stomach growled, drawing attention to him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He figured that as long as he was the center of attention he might as well say something. “I didn’t know this area belonged to you, I was hungry.”
BloodScythe nodded, “I figured it was that, do you have a name, odd Umbreon?” He asked, lying down so that their eyes met. It made Joshua feel like a child, but he ignored it.
“Yes, my name is Joshua.” He said calmly, even though he was scared to death, looking into the sharp gray-green eyes of the Absol. Most of the other Absol had relaxed and were spread out, lying on the cracked street.
“Good, Joshua…” he said the name as if he was tasting it, letting the three simple syllables run over his tounge, like he hadn’t ever heard of a Pokémon being called by that name. “I’m pleased to meet you. I am BloodScythe, as you’ve heard, and this is my pack. Usually us Absol are loners, wandering about and trying to warn others of danger. I have formed a pack here, we usually spread out, and then we meet in one place and share news of dangers. We keep others safe here, warning them of any dangers if they are traveling that way.”
Joshua nodded, “Why do you keep other Pokémon from coming here, it seems safe enough, unless a building falls over.” It made him nervous to talk to the Absol, who was clearly larger, and older than the others.
BloodScythe answered his question; he seemed to enjoy telling about the town. “This town was abandoned almost three years ago, because it was so hard for the humans to get supplies here. Many Pokémon and hikers passed through here out of curiosity, but most of them just went on their way. So the town died and the humans left. For one year it was slowly inhabited by Pokémon, then there was an earthquake, and all of the residents ran off.” BloodScythe looked at the jagged cracks in the road.
“It was beginning to attract Pokémon again but then we came, to alert them of danger. There is going to be an eruption here, before the year is over, and the moon has completed its twelve cycles, which will happen within the next two months.” He stood up and shook his oddly glimmering fur. “That is why we are so concerned with others being here, we wish them to stay safe.”
Josh laughed a little. “Then why, exactly, are we still standing in the middle of it?” he asked, still a little nervous around the other Pokémon. “It seems odd to stand in the middle of a town if you know it could explode any second.”
“It will not explode today, but it is a good idea to get out of here. Poachers lurk in unmarked towns; wishing only harm on the Pokémon passing through, and no Pokémon can survive their weapons. So, Joshua, I suggest that you fallow me.” He said it as if he knew something, which he most likely did, and Josh shivered at the warning. BloodScythe turned and walked towards the trees on the edge of town, his pack following swiftly.
Josh walked after the red Absol, keeping his senses sharp. He decided he would stay with the group of Absol for a few days, but trouble seemed to enjoy his company, and he didn’t want to give any extra work to the seven protectors of the mountain. And he wasn’t looking forward to their discovery of who he was. It would be easy enough to kill him, and for a few minuets Josh wondered what it would be like to die, to be killed by one of these seven, would they leave him broken and bloody, to die slowly, like he did his trainer? Would they, the seven protectors, who seemingly treasured life, kill him?