Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ A Word He'll Never Know ❯ My Dying Day ( Chapter 1 )

When we think of Pokèmon, we usually think of happy little creatures, with trainers and smiling faces. But in this story, it shows another side of them. It shows them more like the human world. Cold, heartless, some friendly and nice, whores and sluts, drunkards, you name it. This hopefully will make you sad, because I want that kind of mood for this. I hope you enjoy. This story is also about a character I devolved in third grade when I was a huge Pokèmon fan. In this story, it's about the character before he meets my main one. I do not own Pokèmon, but I do own the character design of the creatures in the story. Please also note most of the titles of the chapters are lyrics from Story of the Year.

Chapter One: My Dying Day

The night was cold and very quiet, as was a small light unpolished grey cubone. He hardly gasped for air, fearful of his mother remembering his presence. He held the fetal position tightly, squeezing so hard his upper arms began to bruise. Not like he felt how hard her was clutching, for already tons of other bruises and cuts claimed mostly the rest of his body. His empty silver eyes trembled, and his stubby tail didn't dare to twitch.

It seemed like hours, and could have even been hours, before he moved. Well after his mother left, and he felt safe, he crawled out from the closet. Stopping every moment to sniff the polluted apartment air mixed with outside, and to hear the sound of traffic outside. He stood to his tallest, which was only so high. Only a weak two feet or so, and compared to his five foot mother monster, he was even weaker.

Scampering quickly, he raced into the kitchen. Before he made it, he tripped over a chair leg, hit the ground with a thud, and released a painful whimper. Sitting up he looked at his knee. A small sigh escaped his lips as he wiped the blood off with his forearm. He had landed on a nail polish bottle (his mother never was good at putting things away) and it shattered, leaving an awful stain on the floor.

To the boy, the broken bottle didn't register as a problem, then it hit him. That was his mother's favorite color of polish. It was not only a fire red, but it was the one his father had given her before he became a drunk. He whimpered even louder as he realized his mother would surely realize it's gone. He tried to get up, but he heard a click of the door. ~Oh god…She's home…~

He panicked and got up to fast to notice his foot was entangled in one of his mother's bras, another item she didn't put away. He went to run, and pulled it under the chair, getting in an even bigger tangle. He thrashed about and tore it loose with a loud rip noise, as his mother opened the door. She'd been laughing before she even touched the door, it must have been a good sex night. But she wasn't laughing anymore. The hall light made this five foot deep crimson monster glow. The pearl white mask gave off a terrifying radiant glow that forced the boy to shield his eyes.

The door was clicked shut and a light flicked on. He slowly unshielded his eyes and saw his mother's ruby eyes glimmer in the shallow light. There was a long akward silence. A sullen but beautiful voice broken the silence,

"….Honey…what happened?"

He went to speak, but his mouth just hung open. Violently abusing his-self in his head, he beat himself till he could find his voice. His voice was raspy and ill sounded.

"I…I was running `gain mama. I couldn't find the light switch…and I tripped…" He trailed off, but his mom continued.

"Why were you running?"

"…I was scared…"

"Of what, sweetie?"

"….you."

"Me?"

"…I…I didn't want you to remember..That I..Was…well…here."

"Poor baby. Your knee is bleeding. Come here." She laughed coldly but tried to be nice. Yet the boy hesitated. She saw his hesitation, and got impatient. "Come here." Her voice went sharp. When he still didn't move, she went to him instead. Her movement was like a swan, so graceful and fluent. She towered over him, and bent down. She placed a hand lightly on his cheek, and smiled. Then the next thing the boy saw was a flash of red and black, yelped, and fell back. He stared up at his mother, horrfied and shocked. His mother had a frown on, and her hand looking paw had remained where her fur had made contact with his cheek. It was clear, she had slapped him. It wasn't new to him, it was the shock. The Marrowak then began to beat her son.

It was a good 10 minutes before she stopped. When the beating ended, she lit a cigarette, and collapsed on the torn up couch. She studied the blood, nail polish, salt water mix on the floor by her son. Giving no expression, she glanced at her son, where he laid there, bleeding badly, sobbing silently, and trembling like no tomorrow. He sobbed a few words to his mother.

"…It hurts mama…"

"I know Hun. But its life."

His eyes remained on his mother for only so many seconds longer. Then he looked away, secret questions filling his head. Do other kids get beat? Are all mothers sluts and whores? Shouldn't his father care about him and the fact his wife sleeps with other men? These questions gave him thought about his father. He shook his head mentally. It was good his father didn't care. It would only mean more pain for him.

"Get up, you damn kid." His mother broke his thoughts. "You're making more of a mess." She sighed heavily. "Go wash up…I'll buy you dinner."

Surprised at the offer, he darted to his feet and raced for the bathroom. He started the tub and let the water fill the empty container. He heard his mother whisper something as she got up. His tail fluttered from side to side as he thought about food. It had been a good week since he last ate properly. It must have been a real nice night for his mother, and who ever she had sex with must have paid her extra. He never got to go out and eat. His mind wandered, then was harshly brought back when he slid himself into the hot water. His bruises screamed like hell and the cut on his knee burned.

It didn't bother him though. He was going to get to eat. Maybe his mother wasn't all that bad….

End chapter one.