Pokémon Fanatic Fiction
The night lays silent. Even the normally bustling city took up peace for the moment as time seemed to freeze. Underneath this awesome tranquility, in an act seeming to spite it, a window of a towering skyscraper gives way as a figure, with long coat and hair trailing behind, passes through the shards. The sound of every piece sounding out loud. Barely a second after her exit, a grand explosion, resonating throughout the entire city, decimates the level she just left. The detonation throwing her out further and descending fast with no land beneath her, she fumbles through her pockets. A crimson burst flashes against her body as a swell of tendrils embraces her body. A structureless body works its way behind while two beak like appendages secure the girl. Spiraling ebbs flow to the creature from all around, drawn from the very air. It concentrates the water into a single, powerful turret aimed towards the ground. The hydraulic lance slices trenches into the earth but is effective at slowing their decline. The jellyfish then casts about a glimmering shield in correct prediction of the now flaming structure erupting again, deflecting the splinters of debris as they smash against the earth. Tumbling along the ground, the monster fades away from its master in a red haze. Finally coming to a stop, Rei stands up, her back to the wholesale destruction. The night is filled with noise now, of crashes, screams, sirens, yet no sign of remorse nor care shows on her face. Never facing it, she starts off into the night to get the next one.
Prologue
Accounts of Rei's life as written in her journal
This is how things have been for a while. It's not like I wanted them to be this way, they forced it. They are the ones who did it to me. I was once just a regular person, not too different from anyone else, living a simple life in a quiet town. But then they, the Rockets, killed my father. It did not stop there, either, for seven years later, they destroyed my hometown and everyone in it. They have taken everything from me, so all I have left is my revenge. I decided to return the favor. One by one, I will strike every time the Rockets rear their ugly head until they are no more. I paid the price for my fury, however, with the life of my first monster, and one of my last pieces of home, Wrath. I will never forget it, though, for all that remains of it I bear around my neck at all times. His demise has not wavered my path in the slightest. On the contrary, it has only fueled my passion. I am not alone on this mission, either, for I still have aid from Behemoth, an aged Nidoqueen I acquired from an old friend, Poppy, a young but learning Oddish, Cinder, a scorned and abandoned Flareon, and beyond the grave...
Allow me to clarify. The only remnants I have from my father are his jacket, which I wear at all times, and the Pokeball of Mooky, his Charizard who was slaughtered along side him, which I use to wear around my neck. In my last battle, I faced one of the men responsible for both their deaths, and, when all seemed bleak, some unnatural force seemed to come and smite my foes. I am not sure if I can exactly explain it, but I have heard legends about it similar things occurring before...
Regardless of what that event truly was, before that battle, I had destroyed a Rocket stronghold in order to prevent them from ambushing a local Silph Co. establishment. If something there was important enough for the Rockets to want, then its something that I should know about.
Pokemon and Pokemon characters are property of Game Freaks, Creatures, and Nintendo. I did not make them nor do I take credit for them. However, most characters and various other things included in this fanatic fiction are of my creation, so hands off!
Last Modified - 1/4/03 | Established 11/25/01
