Wonder if I should do more of this story. I'll name it Dirty Pokemon. [Could have PG-13 gore] [Please vote]

[DARKPLANT RISING]

I'm thinking of creating a short, maddened pokemon fan fic. A really short one. If 15 people vote on "Yes", I'll keep on writing.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 1. Escape to Freedom]

Ark D. Folly was the name of my older (and outlaw) sister, 16 years old, 3 years older than me.

 

She was, most of the time, a cute shy girl who would just fiddle with her dozen Haunters and laugh innocently. At her school, some people had crushes on her. That was a normal matter. But she would just dismiss all of them, saying "I'm not really a fan of boys".

 

Of course, that was one problem. But the primal thing wrong with her was how she sometimes got insane when she battles with Pokémon. Hear.

 

“Go, my Genger! Tear up that goddamn piplup’s entrails into bloody bits of flesh. Cut off its throat and watch crimson spurt. You can devour its blood and bones, while I feast on that trainer’s horror and dismay! Go for the kill!” Then her black, silky hair would swing, her bony, white fingers would shoot at the enemy, and blazing flames of lunacy in her eyes, she would cackle like mad.

 

The real problem with her isn’t how she says all these stuff. Many people nowadays do that for show-off. In Ark's case, she really lets her Genger do the dirty jobs she tells by mouth, which was the real problem. Imagine how many times the police nearly caught her. Somehow, she always manages to kill all the officers who pursued her, and then she hides their gory remains in the dark alleyways of this town.

 

Another problem occurred when she had gone to a Gym. She had encountered the Gym Leader, and was just about to win, me standing by the door to stop her from doing anything wrong.

 

“When this battle is over, your life and gym is as well!” Ark would scream insanely to the Gym Leader. “Go, Blaziken! Tear off that Sceptile’s limbs, and incinerate this building with burning flames of hell!"

 

Of course, I tried to stop it. But as expected, the day ended with the gym enveloped in inferno, its leader murdered violently, and police on a hot pursuit on Ark, cackling madly as her Pokémon made opponents ablaze in the alleys where no one ventured, their silent screams a sweet taste in her mouth. It was a miracle that no one ever caught a photo of her face, because if that had happened, our family would have been crushed.

 

My mother knew nothing of Ark's second spirit, and presumably it was the same with my father. Some because Ark was most of the time behaving in a normal way, and mainly because they were both dead. Upon my birth, my mother had died; then, some months later, it was found that my father had been developing cancer all over his body from several years ago. This realization was way, way too slow, because it happened the day after he suddenly crumpled to the ground while watching TV, according to Ark.

 

But then again, you never know what sort of thing made my father die. It was from Ark's mouth, after all.

 

We were sent to an orphanage not long after the incident. And now we live there, raising our Pokémon to crush time and sometimes battle among each other. Interestingly enough, when in the orphanage, Ark didn’t go crazy. Maybe she knew, or maybe she didn’t, and it was only the second ego of her keeping to herself.

 

Sometimes, when Alice was in normal-mode, she would tell me that she someday wanted to go into the upper leagues. She would win every battle, and someday, become the Master-

 

But life was different. Once in a month or so, the orphanage let the kids out; this was how Ark had managed to go to the gym, or do battle in the roads. Then, we would be told to go back; they supposedly couldn’t let “kids fall in danger”. It was a long dream of both me and Ark to escape, and go into the Leagues.

 

Oh, one reason could have been the orphanage being located in a forest with no men near. But, probably, the main reason was probably because the last government was overthrown, and the new one came up with a much more “safe” and, I had to admit, logical idea.

 

“Guardians must not let out children under the age of 16 to go on quests to find Pokémon.”

 

Yeah, it’s logical all right. The main reasons were to “stop kids from going on life-or-death quests”, and “give kids proper needed knowledge before they depart their guardians”. I admitted it was a good idea.

 

The problem was, only two people in the whole orphanage were over 16, and both of them were already starting to work. Practically no one was allowed to go on the journeys, and for this reason, playing outside was laid a strict eye upon. If any of them escape, it would be a disaster.

 

That disaster struck on a certain, memorable July night.

 

I was sleeping, but I opened my eyes after hearing what seemed terribly like the death screams of several men. Jolting awake, shivering, I got out of my bed. Interestingly, no one else had awoken. A door of the room where the kids slept was open wide; from there, light poured inside, and I realized this must be the place the voice rang from; the main corridor of the building. Tip-toeing over the faces of sleeping children, I peeked through the narrow gap.

 

Please don’t let it be Ark, I prayed. Please don’t let it be Ark…

 

It was.

 

As I poked my head into the lit hallway, I gasped upon hearing an inhuman cackle that rang permanently in my ears. I heard the sound of something heavy dropping down to the ground, and something slashing it up.

 

Standing there was my sister, wide-open eyes glinting maliciously, a grin etched onto her face that was smeared with blood. Several guards in their outfits tinged with red lay dead near her feet, bloody cuts all over the place, one of them in particular a mass of flesh and bone. Kicking the lifeless head of one of them, she cackled again. A Scizor of considerable size was hunching behind her, claws chomping. Both arms remained the same color as its original, but I bet that it was bloodstained. I stood there frozen on the spot. I tried to back into the doorway, but couldn’t. Fear had grabbed me once more.

 

Ark turned around to face me, and her face lit up in joy.

 

“Oh! There’s my happy brother, Trix! Are you going to possibly come with me into the outside world?”

 

“……” I mumbled. “If…I can…” It wasn’t a good idea to tell her “no” right now.

 

“Then come along. The guards are dead. We would be unnoticed. And who cares about the law? You are tall for your age. And our parents are gone. Look at this.”

 

Ark thrust a bloody hand into her pocket, and took out something. Two slips of paper, one of them bearing the words “Ancestral Register: Trix G. Folly”. She shoved it into my hands, and I gasped. The date I was born was drawn back to three years before I actually was. According to the census, I was 16 years old. And my birth date was the same as Ark’s.

 

“Some money can bribe the people out there,” Ark smiled slyly. “They say the new government is ‘good’. Pah! No man connected with politics could ever be ‘good’. Do you not think so? But sometimes, it would work for us in the right direction. From now on, we are supposedly twins.”

 

A yawn came from my back. Another orphan of considerably young age was waking. I gasped.

 

“Come, fool!” Ark grabbed one of my hands so strongly I thought my thin bones would break. I tried to complain, but realized I could never stay; if the awake orphan realizes, she would think I comitted this crime. I reluctantly noddded. Then, her Scizor right behind, we dashed near the door that was the gateway to freedom. Ark must have stolen the key from the guards, but she was too lazy to find it. A Gengar appeared near; it exploded the door off its hinges, sending dust into the airand retracted into the Poké ball. Our shadows disappeared into the inky night, alarms ringing harshly as they inhaled the smoke. The toddler that had emerged from her room looked around, and screamed.

 

 

[DARKPLANT RISING]

bumped.

[Red_Gengar]

"Could have PG-13 gore"

oh u

Gore isn't exactly PG-13 in America... I do like it, though.

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

If by "could have PG-13 gore" you mean "rated R for main character's older sister," then yes, that's a very accurate descriptor.

 

Eh, it's very original and I like it in that sense, but the lack of continuity and random Gym Leader death (they're the best Pikkomanzers in the world; they can't get murdered that easily) seriously turned me off. Keep writing if you want; it's not up my alley, so I can't say.