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My newest and most famous Fan-Fic. It is a little violent, so i do advise that people with sensitivity do not read, because like I said, it does contain a LOT of violence. There is also some language, but i managed to fix it.
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It was a dark and stormy night. The full moon was invisible behind the gray stormy clouds. On the wet ground, an Absol's paw prints were visible for split seconds before they were destroyed by they array of rain pounding down on the ground. The wind rustled the bushes, and the rain drizzled down harder every second. A flash of lightning illuminated a single standing Pokemon.
The battlefield was worn by many attacks, aerial, ground, psychic, and fighting. The ground was cowering under the clumps of fallen warriors. All but one. The Silent One stood, fur plastered onto it's skin. It watched as the ground stirred with its life. New plants popped up and opened their leaves, trees began to bloom again. Soon enough, the rain stopped, the skies cleared, and the ground was green with grass, but something was missing. Life. Pokemon life was missing. Only Silent Night remained, quiet, yet deadly.
Silent Night made it's solemn way to the nearest blooming tree. The moment Silent Night passed it, it stopped growing, stopped living. The moment Silent Night passed a field of flowers, it stopped growing, stopped living. Only did Silent Night stop, when a silhouette was seen on the top of a green hill. Sunny Skies was its name. The one Silent Night was waiting for.
Sunny Skies revived the warriors that died in battle. Many arose. Pikachus, Bulbasaurs, Mudkips, Chimchars, even an occasional Mienfoo. But all was wasted. Silent Night brought it's own army too. The warriors flew across dark skies. Golbats, Swellows, and a Salamence swallowed up the sweet daylight and pushed it back to reveal a coat of darkness.
The battle began with no signal. One by one, Pokemon fell of exhaustion, fear, even sadness. The ground was no longer green with life, but the barren ground of he**. Warriors fell on both sides, wails of agony raising to the skies. At once, Silent Night lunged for Sunny Skies. The fearsome warrior was fast, beautiful. Sunny Skies was just as fast, more or less graceful. The two clashed in a battle of teeth and claws, striking, hitting, cutting, biting. The two warriors battled for days on end, not even to mourn their last warriors as they fell from the sky to finally settle their differences.
Silent Night ended the battle with a ferocious wail and a charge at Sunny Skies, who retaliated with yet another charge, just as fast, just as powerful. Not one had the advantage, not one stirred a muscle. Not until Sunny Skies and Silent Night fell. Fell into a pool of blood. Neither won the battle. Neither lost. Neither gained anything from this. Neither lost anything. Nothing but trust. Nothing but love. Nothing but innocent lives.
Innocent lives of dead Pokemon, lying in their own blood. Wails of agony died out, and Sunny Skies fell. Silent Night fell. Both died an unknown death. A battle that wiped out an entire nation. Only innocent lives were lost, and only more violence was gained.
And to this day, Silent Night and Sunny Skies battle. Each day brings a disaster. Each brings innocent lives to death. Each day brings more violence than the one before. Neither one gains the advantage, and the cycle of the sun goes on... and on.
I bite my loved ones. I bite the ones who I hate. But, most of all, I bite all of those that are important to me.
thanks~ I'll keep making those. For this one, though, I did something of a night/day concept. You know, how the sun sets and stuff. This one actually came out pretty well.
I bite my loved ones. I bite the ones who I hate. But, most of all, I bite all of those that are important to me.
Whitney stood outside the door. The Champion was waiting.
"Welcome, Whitney. I've heard a lot about you." Cynthia said quietly, "So now, let out battle begin! Go! Spiritomb!"
"Well, not much, huh? Cynthina! I accept your challenge! Go! Vespiquen! Tactic 7!" Whitney throws the Pokeball containing a Vespiquen, who immediately uses Destiny Bond. Spititomb then uses a powerful Shadow Ball attack fainting Vespiquen.
"Well, Whitney, not much to you is there?" Cynthia teases. "Where is that beautiful tactic everyone was talking about?" Cynthia notices Spiritomb has fainted. "Well. Good enough. Take a bite out of this! Milotic! Use Ice Beam!"
"Infernape! Go Grass Knot!" Whitney shouts above the silence of the stadium. Infernape barely takes damage from Ice Beam, and critically hits Milotic with Grass Knot.
"Hmmm. I see your tactics now. Milotic! Return! Finish it Garchomp with Dragon Rush!" Cythina is thoughtful about her next move, thinking up strategies as she goes along. "Giga Imapct please!"
Whitney, on the other hand, is struggling to keep up with the attacks.
"Infernape! Go, Flare Blitz! Now, go Close Combat!" The moves collide, creating a dust cloud in the arena...
This isn't part of teh one above. It is PG-13, so I advise.
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A shadowy figure balanced on the tip of a mountain. It was dark, but the shadow was so dark. Pitch-black. It was called The Shadow. The Shadow roamed on nights like this, in twilight, but never early, never late. It was dark, with the sky being a beautiful midnight blue. But not black. Only The Shadow was black. The mountain itself was reddish brown. The Shadow perched on a rock in the West, a place where Pokemon roamed in packs, terrorizing areas. But The Shadow was the worst. She stole. She killed. She lived on to haunt towns. They became deserted. People died night after night. No one came near The Shadow. If they did, they were never heard of again.
The Shadow was a cat-like mutated Pokemon, with steel claws that were a foot-and-a-half long, hanging from small paws. She could run faster than any galloping Deerling, glide farther than any Emolga, and fight with more power than any Conkerdurr. She was a Pokemon that wanted to be left alone, but trainers took that for granted. She turned savage. She attacked towns that thrived from the Gold Rush, and she killed anything in her path. Towns ran with blood. The people fled, leaving many things behind, even Pokemon.
It was nearing sundown when The Shadow jumped from her perch, and landed in a cat-like position on a rock a few feet down. Her hunt has begun. She ran down the rocks, jumping and flipping over holes, old deserted mines, even lonely Pokemon. She landed on the ground, and saw a weak Pokemon lying on the ground. It was a Trubbish, obviously left by its trainer, who had deserted the nearby town. The Trubbish weakly called, and the Shadow came over. She raised her claws, and slashed the Trubbish. The Trubbish died instantly, and when the last pulse died, The Shadow left. Satisfied with her kill, the Shadow ran across the desert, to the town near her nesting place.
The nesting place of Shadow was a small cave, too small to be seen from afar, but big enough up close to be hurt in. The cave consisted with small tunnels in which Shadow traverses through, connecting her to many places, like the abandoned Hotel and the mountaintop. The nest itself had blankets used by humans in one corner, and in another, a small oil lamp. The Shadow lived on dead carcasses, and she only ate the choicest of the pieces. She has collected a pile of things that were valuable. Gold necklaces, strips of silk, even a few diamonds and rubies. But, mixed in that pile were bones. Human bones. Nobody knew where they came from, or who they belong to. They just... stood there. Once in a while, Shadow would come upon a bottle, and store it in her cave, waiting for the perfect prey to come up.
The Shadow wasn't the only predator. A group of Darmanitan came, and destroyed the town. Burned the wood. Smashed Shadow's mountain. Cleared the land for a town called Las Vegas. And, not only was the Shadow trapped beneath the ground, but she has been known to come out from under the ground. The ground then became a beautiful place. Lights flashed everywhere. Millions of visitors. But the Shadow stayed underground, sometimes coming up, when everyone is sleeping, to make that one last kill, then... peacefully die underground, decomposing with the bones of her old human self.
I bite my loved ones. I bite the ones who I hate. But, most of all, I bite all of those that are important to me.
(This post was last modified: 02-05-2012 08:18 AM by Absol.)
I've had a few ideas. Some of them are incorporated in this next fan-fic. like the last few ones, user warnings. Uses blood but no language.
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Love's First Kill
[font=Arial]Mudkip walked down the shadowy path of Route 101. She padded along the shadows, hiding whenever a bush rustled, whenever a stick broke, when a cry was heard in the distance. Mudkip was a different Pokemon. She would constantly hide, always fearing even the smallest Wurmple. She was different from every other Mudkip. She was the runt of the litter, born in a laboratory where Team Magma conducted experiments on Pokemon. Most Pokemon were unsuccessful, dying in the process. But those that were finished were left weak, unsupported, abandoned. Mudkip was experimented on, and due to this, she was shrunk beyond normal size. She was smaller, so much more timid, but that much more powerful. She was made to be able to use any attack. She could jump higher than any Mudkip, run faster, and hide better. She has been known to act out of fear, destroying everything in her path.
She traversed the path, sulking, running from her fears. She jumped elegantly into a tree, and watched the ground below her. A Shinx down on the ground looked a little worried. It looked around, then it's eyes shifted to the tree where Mudkip stood. It jumped up, and tackled Mudkip. But Mudkip didn't move. Her body shuddered, and she jumped on the Shinx, getting ready to perform an unknown attack. The Shinx looked at Mudkip, and pushed her off. No Pokemon has ever pushed Mudkip. She ran to Shinx, and stopped. He looked at her with adoration, and Mudkip.... blushed!
Th twosome started traveling, and becoming more and more attatched to each other. One day, the ground shook, and a powerful Pokemon came upon the two. It was a Rhyperior, powered up by Team Magma, who has come to fetch their runaway test Pokemon. Rhyperior grabbed Mudkip, and threw her to the ground. She lay motionless, conserving energy for her attack. She powered up an Hurricane and moved it towards Rhyperior. Shinx came up near Mudkip, and used a Thunder attack, which bounced off Rhyperior and hit Mudkip. She was blasted back and slammed against a rocky wall.
Mudkip was again grabbed by a gigantic arm and slammed to the floor, in an effort to get rid of their experiment. She fell, motionless on the floor. Rhyperior took a large rock, and was just about to slam it onto the motionless mudfish, but Shinx jumped in the way, dragged Mudkip out, and hid behind a bush.
Days later.....
Mudkip woke up, weak with hunger, scratches on her entire body, her tail bent out at an odd angle. She lay there, watching Shinx as he mixed berries together. But however much she ate, Mudkip just laid there, motionless, dying. Shinx sat down next to her, and stood there. One salty tear dripped down Mudkip's face, and she lay there, staring at the walls, occasionally watching Shinx's motions.
Shinx moved around restlessly, thinking of how much he has gained, and lost, in the last battle. If Mudkip didn't make it.... He loved her, even though she was different. He knew that she didn't love him. She was superior to him by a lot. She moved with elegance and grace, she attacked with whichever move she wanted. She was beautiful. But.... she was different.
Mudkip laid in the crevice of the rock wall. Surrounded by leaves and bushes, she was left alone to think. She had taken a liking to Shinx, but, she felt that he was more than her friend. She didn't know what to call it, mainly because she had nobody to talk to. She was kept solitary. Alone. Then she escaped. And came along the most wonderful Pokemon in the world. She heard a rustle in the bush. A Mandibuzz came, grabbed Mudkip by the tail, and dragged her away. Shinx leaped through the bushes moments later, and ran after the Mandibuzz.
They came to a cliff edge where the Mandibuzz glided, and looked at Shinx with a smirk. She loosened her grip on Mudkip, and she began sagging towards the endless drop. Shinx took a leap forward, bit the Madibuzz, and fell along with Mudkip down to the ground.....
Shinx stood up, dazed, but alive. He looked around. Maybe Mudkip was alive too. If she was gone, then she must have left and ran from the Mandibuzz. Shinx took a step back, but something soft stopped him. It was cold, and slightly wet. He feared to look back. He softly pawed what ever was behind him. His paw was stained red. Red with blood. He looked behind him. A broken body was laying next to him. The broken body of Mudkip.
Mudkip was dead.
Shinx looked up and the sky, then at the mangled body of Mudkip. Her side was torn by wicked claws, and her body was broken from the fall. She was motionless, her eyes were sealed shut. The air was ringing with sorrow and death. Shinx was heartbroken. His only love was dead, killed by another of his kind.
A few months later...
Mudkip was dead. Her laughs still rang in his ears. The picture of her mangled body was visible in the back of his brain. But, yet, he couldn't come to this conclusion. Mudkip was dead.
I bite my loved ones. I bite the ones who I hate. But, most of all, I bite all of those that are important to me.
Actually, the day after that movie came out (and apparently the whole world went to that midnight premier) that was ALL I heard about is how they cried when Dumbledore died (big spoiler since I hadn't read the book yet). And I sorry you went through that... Though I suppose it is a good (not to mention inventive) way to vent.
Nah, its okay. I can have a really solid heart. It wassuch a long time ago. I love the fact that i still have to go see the first part of the sevent movie DX
I bite my loved ones. I bite the ones who I hate. But, most of all, I bite all of those that are important to me.
I can't keep the movies straight in my head... I read the books first, so some parts don't match up, I skip, and I end up blurring the lines of separation between books/movies...
I was writing the first chapter of this a while ago. This is the second chapter!
Have fun!
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Chapter 2
The dust cloud moved away and revealed the two Pokemon have fainted.
"Well, not much. Garchomp! Return! Finish Milotic!" Cynthia quickly sends out her Milotic.
"Go Floatzel! Hurry and use Ice Fang! Then, Crunch!" Whitney releases Floatzel who immediately uses Ice Fang. Milotic freezes for a second, then uses Twister to hit Floatzel. Floatzel counterattacks with Crunch, fainting the champion's last Pokemon, Milotic.
"Hmmm.... Welcome to the Pokemon League, Whitney!" Cynthia says with rejoice.
"Thank you for a wonderful battle, Miss Champ-, I mean Cynthia" Whitney replied solemnly. "But I am afraid that I am not the right person to be Champion. You keep the title. I have things to do, things to see. Farewell!"
Whitney leaves the Pokemon League in Sinnoh towards a land called Hoenn...
I bite my loved ones. I bite the ones who I hate. But, most of all, I bite all of those that are important to me.
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2012 04:53 AM by Absol.)
Has anyone here read the book called "The Hunger Games"? I really like that book, so I was all like, "Why not combine my two favorite things?" So, more or less, here is the solution.
ABSOL PRESENTS!
Pokemon X Hunger Games! Part 1~
This Fan Fic is PG-13, so I advise. It is quite long, but it gets really good when you get to the arena!
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It was the day. The one and only. Where trainers from all over the world gathered in one place. One city. A city called Hearthome City. In Hoenn, the same thing was happening. Kanto, Johto, Unova. All of the regions chose 4 trainers, 2 males and 2 females, to a fight to death in a radioactive arena. However, the trainers were allowed to bring 1 Pokemon each. No two trainers could bring the same Pokemon. Every trainer dreaded this day, when one of their loved ones, or maybe a rival, would be watched by the entire Pokemon world as they fought to death.
Whitney, a resident of Unova was constantly hating the day of the choosing. She had many relatives chosen and not come back. Her mother. Her father. Her sister. Her brother. All died in the arena with their best Pokemon. Her father seemed indestructible with his Golett, her mother unpredictable with her Elgyem, her sister clever with her Audino, her brother massively powerful with his Darmanitan. Yet, she though, how did their names get chosen in the pile when there were millions of other people in this world? It seemed rigged, the lottery. Every trainer between the ages of 11 and 21 had to have their name entered once, every single year. Somehow, her family was always chosen.
Whitney stood alone in the Nimbasa City square. She was alone. She saw many other families, children with loving parents, parents with children to care for. Every old person had lived through a happy life. Of course, they had nothing to worry about. But, Whitney had one advantage. She had won against Alder, the Champion of the Unova region. She had a powerful team of Pokemon. She loved them like her family, although she didn't have one. But to win the Games, oh, it was a wonderful thing. She wouldn't have to participate in the Games anymore. She would be filthy rich. But, Whitney didn't care about money. She didn't care about much anymore. She just wanted to be left alone. So she stood in the square, listening for her name to be called.
The mayor of Nimbasa City called out the boy's names first. Just boys that she didn't know. One that just became a trainer. All he had was a Tepig and a Lillipup. A perfect target for the early Games. All of the younger tributes were targeted first, or last. No young trainer ever won the Games. Never. Another boy was a trainer from Opelucid City. He had a few dragons. Haxorous, Dragonair, and Axew. Not bad. I wonder who he will choose. The females will be called now. A large, stocky girl was called up to the podium. She had a Darmanitan, a Conkeldurr, and a Sawk. Interesting. The second female...
"Whitney of Nimbasa City!" The mayor called. Whitlea rushed down to the podium, rushed up the stairs, and let out her Pokemon. Mienshao, Reshiram, Samurott, Serperior, Absol, and Emolga. All extremely high leveled. Of course, all of the people in the square muttered things like "Like mother, like daughter," and "She has a good chance of being picked out first."
Whitney, however, stood with her head held high, and walked to the podium. She spoke a few, soft words, that shook the nation.
"I will win to avenge all that was lost."
The entire square, no, the entire region on Unova had their eyes on her. A scrawny girl of 14. She? Why was she chosen? Why has she, like the rest of her family, been chosen. Were they ment to die? Was her family chosen for a reason? No. It was just a lottery. She had the same chance as everyone else.
The tributes were taken into a carriage that carried them to the center of Unova. Where the Games would take place. They too, were staying in a hotel-like place where 16 other tributes were. They too, had many powerful Pokemon. They too, were prepared to kill everything in their path to win. But, there was always a tribute who trained for this. Someone from Kanto, usually. Everyone had one Pokemon chosen randomly from their party. Once in the arena, the Pokemon were let loose, somehow made to be savages. Once a trainer found his or her Pokemon, they made contact, physical, or mental, and they became one with their Pokemon. They were able to freely interchange from their human form to their Pokemon form. They would attack other Pokemon, and once their health was low, they would no longer be able to change their forms. They would lay on the ground, bleeding, hurt, and perfect prey for those who were hunting. Only when you had medicine. Then that would be great. Repels, Full Restores. Better hide them in the arena.
Whitney stood in her room that was assigned to her. she waited, for in an hour's time, she will be in the arena, fighting for her life. She looked out the window. The beautiful window. The scenery outside would be the last beautiful thing she ever saw. The woods were as green as ever, the sky was a palette of light blue. She stood there, and in an hour's time, that beautiful scenery would be bright red with the color of blood. Bodies would be scattered around the arena, nobody bothering to get them. Ever. They would lay there and decay.
A servant knocked on Whitney's door and beckoned her out of her room. She ate her lunch wordlessly, unable to eat the food they have offered. Was this what her mother felt, nine years ago, when she was a tribute herself?
Whitney finished lunch, and stood up. She picked up her five remaining Pokeballs, and sent them to her most trusted friend, Elesa. She would take care of them for her. Elesa was a good person. She was a Gym leader of course. Nothing would happen. But what matters the most was, what Pokemon were in those 5 Pokeballs. Her best bet for the arena was Mienshao. She would have moves to protect herself almost to everything. Except psychic attacks. That's when Absol would be a great choice. She had many moves at her disposal, but was sadly weak to Bugs. Then. Emolga. Serperior, Samurott. Reshiram was too a good choice, but Reshiram was too powerful. It would clear the arena with one blast. No. Whitney couldn't become that! Then it dawned on her. The servant started pushing her to the arena door. Mienshao was the best choice. She was now in the arena. Mienshao was beautiful. She was the best choice there was. Whitney was now listening for the gong that would signal the start of the games. She saw something rustling in the bush next to her. Out popped a little Slugma. Nothing to worry about. Then she remembered her tactic. Take as much medicine, find her Pokemon, and run. The gong signaled the start of the games.
Whitney took of at a run. She knew that she was the fastest. She picked up a backpack, and a small bag of revives. She would need those. She ran closer, and she saw, that the little Slugma was now with it's partner. It started blowing out fire, and then it transformed back into the little boy. He took off with some Potions. Whitney, however, was already in the woods with her stash of medicines. She ran off, and saw a Unova Pokemon. However, it ran off, and Whitney chased after it. She felt the fire of the Slugma boy chasing her, just gently licking her feet, and she looked back, but it wasn't the Slugma. It was a Moltres. Whitney put a kick in her feet and ran faster. She caught up to the Pokemon. It was a Zebstrika. Not fun for Whitney. She dived into the bushes on her left as the Zebstrika and Moltres attacked each other. She took off at another run.
After about an hour worth of running, Whitney stopped, and started walking. She noticed some movement in the bushes and saw a Pokemon. A Unova Pokemon. It was tall and graceful, yet powerful too. The Pokemon came closer, and Whitney touched the Mienshao.
Whitney bounded across the forest in her new form. She leaped from tree to tree, breaking off tree limbs as well. She shot an Aura Sphere at a Raticate, and fainting in sight, she saw a little girl, forming back from the Raticate. She was young, barely 11. She was bruised, and her leg was swollen. Whitney ran away, making sure that she didn't kill the little girl.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Whitney has been in the Games for quite a long time now. She has been running, and he has severely wounded a few tributes, but not killed a single one. She came across a Zapdos today. She was... never mind. Let me tell you the story.
Whitney halted in front of a Zapdos, which fired a Thunder at her. Instinctively, Whitney fired a Stone Edge. However, she was knocked back by Zapdos's sheer power, and she fell. She felt the life draining out of her. She felt the transformation coming. She looked at her once beautiful human body. All that was left was a burnt arm, and her leg was mangled beyond repair. She, was about to die, for Zapdos was glowing, preparing a Sky Attack, and Whitney said the following words:
"Even if I die right this moment, I want to tell everyone, even if you are a bad person, you can always change."
And at that moment, she was blasted by a Sky Attack, and died, at the hands of one of her best friends, Red.
How'dya like that?
I bite my loved ones. I bite the ones who I hate. But, most of all, I bite all of those that are important to me.
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Noooo, Mudkipz!!