The Senmon Chronicles

[Shiny Umbreon]

PG-13 to be safe.

Prologue: Just A Game ​

They were approaching. Like mindless slaves, they marched forward, destroying, murdering, and not even caring. He ran, his padded feet making no sound on the soft leaves that littered the forest floor. Unlike the others, he was different. And they wanted to skin him, murder him, kill him, and then put his pelt hanging on their wall. That wasn't going to happen.

They approached at a quicker pace now, their heavy boots crackling on the leaves he made no sound on. They wanted his fur. They wanted to hang it on their walls. It kept running through his head. He could hear a Rattata scurry on the other sides of the trees, until something rang out. The Rattata's last breath. He could hear the gunshot, he could hear everything. No mercy. That was their way.

One of them suddenly called out, "Hey, I think I see something moving beyond those trees and bushes!" They suddenly turned to him, and, without warning, he let out a burst of fire that left him breathless, but yet he kept running. Judging by muffled yells, he could tell that his fire burned atleast three of them, maybe more.

No place to hide. In that case, run. Run away and leave everything you know behind. Everything you cared about. There was nothing left to care about, for him. His family was dead. They had murdered them all. His mother, his father, his sisters and brothers. He could still hear the yelps of pain that erupted from them as the bullets found their targets. He still remembered what they had told them, before they died. "Be strong. The world needs you. Everything, everyone needs you. Be strong."

He continued running, running away from the placed that he used to call home. But that wasn't his home anymore. And it never would be. Damn his unusual fur pattern. Why did it have to be gray, with blue stripes? Panting, he remembered the other thing they told him when they died. "Run like the river. And fly you high. Dance with the stars. And let no fear take control of you."

Still panting, he stopped in front of a large oak tree. He could still hear the pounding of their feet, though they sounded far away. Suddenly, a bullet nearly wedged itself into his right paw, missing him by only centimeters. Damn. They were closer than he had thought. Much closer. He kept running. For it was the only thing he could do. "Run like the river."

Great. He was approaching a cliff. Damn it. He darted into the bushes, staring at them, hoping his fur didn't give him away. He peered intently at them. They were all dressed in nothing but black, and those cold, emotionless eyes. They did not care. Did not care for others' lives, did not care about the precious thing they were taking away.

Another bullet whizzed by him. Great. He had been discovered. He erupted from the bushes, a snarl escaping his curled muzzle. These creatures would die a demon's death. Or atleast some would. He'd take as many down as he could. He wasn't giving up. This was just another game, like Dodge the Berries. Just a game. Life was a game.

Bullets exploded near him, surrounding him. This was hell. Actually, he thought hell would be better than this. And then he noticed it. A red and white ball. He jumped toward it, knowing it was his only chance of survival. He was sucked inside, as though a tornado was pulling him in. He heard one voice outside. "Damn that Growlithe. More trouble than he's worth." And that Growlithe stayed entombed in that ball, for ten long years. Until she came along.

But he didn't know, by the time he came out of that ball, he would be the only one left. The only Pokemon in existence. The only one.

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You will be seeing more of this Growlithe in later chapters. And, if you haven't guessed, they were humans. And this part is in the Growlithe's POV. Oh, yeah, you'll have to wait for that 'she'. Please review!

Shiny Umbreon - ;197;

 

[Jetx]

It's very good. Original, and it has good description. You can tell what the growlither was thinking, and you could feel his fear. At the beginning I was little confused and thought that the growlithe was a rattata. But that was probably my fault. For a bit of improvement you could describe a bit more about the parents, and how they died. The part about their last words was good.

Pretty good fic though. Keep it up. I'm gonna put this as a four star. :3

 

[Shiny Umbreon]

Thanks. I'm not sure when the next chapter is going to be up, but it won't take more than a week. I still need to edit the chapter a bit, though. Just a line or two.

 

[Shiny Umbreon]

Chapter One: Left Alone​

Kuri sighed as the truck rolled on the road, bumps occasionally lifting up the box she was sitting on. This was going to be a long trip. Searching around her black backpack, which had a fire symbol on it, she took out a book, which was titled, ‘The Starters of the Kiyoto Region.’ She flipped through the pages, until one revealed three pictures.

The first picture was the water starter. It resembled Squirtle, still with a shell, white wings sprouting out of it’s back. This Senmon, named Siyus, had a purple body instead of a blue one, and it was already developing little cannons.

The next picture was of the grass starter. It was like a cat, swift and agile. It had a ring of leaves around its neck, which gave off a pleasant smell. It was said Cyra was some sort of mutation between Chickorita and Eevee. This starter was the only one that didn’t have wings.

The final picture was of the fire starter, Kuri’s favorite. It was a Selva, a type of Dragon. It made you think of a Dratini, but with feet, in red, and with a fatter and shorter body and little wings. There was also a crown of fire atop Selvas’ heads.

Kuri took another book out of her backpack next. This one was titled ‘Pokemon: Extinct Wonders.’ Kuri sighed as she ran her fingers through her long, golden brown hair, her green eyes darting around, until they landed on the cover of the book. Her fingers swiftly passed through the first few pages, as though she had already read this several times.

Finally, they stopped, on one page, with a picture, which showed a Pikachu perched on the shoulder of a young man. Sighing slightly, she read the caption below the picture. Ash Ketchum, 17, was shocked at the death of his Pikachu, his first, strongest, and most reliable Pokemon. It was later revealed that Team Rocket was responsible, but they only played a small part in the extinction of Pokemon.

She flipped over a few more pages, until she reached the last, atleast 100 pages of the book, and started to skim through it. Number One: Bulbasaur Number Five: Charmeleon Number Nine: Blastoise. She stopped at this, her hands shaking uncontrollably. How dare they. The extinction of Pokemon was more like murder!

She had heard muffled whispers in a restaurant one day. Two people were saying to each other, “Every hunter says one of them got away.” “Yeah, by escaping somehow.” “They reckon he couldn’t have survived long anyway.” “Right you are, mate.” For some reason, Kuri had the distinct feeling they were taking about Pokemon. But at the last sentence, something had jolted in her stomach. “He couldn’t have survived long anyway.”

Finally, the truck stopped, slightly leaning to the left as the driver braked. Good. They were finally here. Raiko Town. Atleast a forty-five hour ride, considering Raiko Town was about as far away from Kuya City as possible. Well, atleast she could get a starter Senmon here.

Her family’s new house was made of bricks, and was fairly large. Kuri entered the kitchen and headed up the stairs, choosing her new room, which was painted a pale gold.

She just sat there for a while, before her mom called, “Kuri, dinner time!”

“I’m not hungry!” Kuri called back, which was true.

She couldn’t have been hungry. In fact, she doubted she’d ever be hungry again. It had changed everything. Their attack on Kuya City. Damn them! She’d get Team Evolution, no matter what. They killed her father. And she’d make them pay, she though grimly to herself, no matter what.

The next day was a bit easier. For breakfast, she’d just grabbed a pear then ran off, ignoring her mother’s warning shout of, “Stay away from the forest!” She snorted. She’d been a daredevil ever since her dad had died. She hurried into the forest, sitting on a log to rest.

Thoughts ran through her mind, each more dreadful. She’d seen her father get murdered. And, to say the least, it was not pretty. But why, why, had he left her stranded her, like someone lost in a desert? Alone.

As she thought this over, a howl snapped her back into reality. Suddenly, she was facing a massive, cream colored, wolf-like Senmon, who smiled freezing her blood, and showing off his razor white fangs. Drool dripped on one side of his face, and his cold, gray eyes rooted her to the spot.

It was only when he came closer that she saw a tattoo printed on his right and front leg. She could also make out the remains of a torn collar, for the golden charm, which was barely hanging arm, jingled as he took a step. His delicate paws made no sound anywhere, she was sure, and his claws were razor sharp, like his teeth.

He was built for speed and agility, and, obviously, humans had treated him badly. Endless possibilities ran through her mind. If she tried to run, he could easily catch up. If she yelled, no one would hear her. Because no one was ever there for her. Wait a minute. Another thought ran through her mind. She knew this Wolaro.

“Kukano? Is that you?” She asked warily.

The wolf-like creature’s face seemed to brighten at this name. He jumped up and licked her with his, rough, wet tongue. Just one thing seemed dangerous now. What was one of her father’s Senmon doing in the forest? She shrugged it off as nothing.

“Nice to see you, Kukano, you’ve been gone for ages! Oh, just look at you, you’re filthy, you scoundrel. C’mon,” She finished.

She began to walk out of the forest, Kukano following her. The Wolaro trotted eagerly at her side, as she picked out leaves, sticks, and other things from his matted fur. To Kuri, the look on her mother’s face was priceless when she got home. There was her mom, looking open mouthed at the ragged Wolaro and Kuri.

She only managed to choke out a few words. “How - in the – world – did you find – one of your-” She was cut off, but Kuri understood what she meant. Kukano had been one of her father’s Senmon.

Kuri’s little brother, Akanu, rushed out of the house, and embraced Kukano in a huge hug, which the Senmon was only too happy to reply with a few licks.

“I’m going up to my room,” Kuri said suddenly, darting into the house and up the stairs.

Now her outfit, which consisted of a white t-shirt with the fire symbol, and blue jeans, and, of course, her backpack, were as filthy as Kukano’s fur had once been. By once been, she meant, judging by the sound that was coming from one of the bathrooms, Kukano was getting a good cleaning session.

About a half an hour later, Kukano came rushing to greet her, tackling her and making her fall down onto the couch. The White Wolf licked her face as if the world depended on it. She laughed, for the first time in ages, as she managed to shove Kukano off her. She had her fair amount of scratches, and, for some reason, Kukano had developed a taste for the blood that leaked out of them. The truth dawned on Kuri. Kukano lived by hunting. It was in his nature, his wild instincts, and he needed to do it to survive.

Later that day, Kuri went for a walk, only to bump into another girl, the same age as her, thirteen. This girl had black hair, red nipping at the ends, a fair face, and wore a green t-shirt, also with blue jeans. She had blue eyes, like the ocean.

“Sorry,” Kuri muttered as she bumped into her.

“No, it’s my fault. You just moved here, right?” The girl asked.

”Yes.” Kuri answered. “Near that huge mansion place, but on the other side of the house next to it. Anyway, my name’s Kuri. What’s yours?”

“Cora,” The other girl answered. “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, as we live next door. See ya.”

“See you, too.”

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End Chapter One! Please review. Oh, yes, Kuri and Cora get their starters in the next chapters. [SPOIL]Kuri gets a Selva, and Cora gets a Cyra. Kuri also gets to take Kukano along. [/SPOIL]

Shiny Umbreon - ;197;