Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ A Word He'll Never Know ❯ Shadows of My LIfe ( Chapter 2 )

Again, I do not own Pokèmon, but I do own the character designs.

Chapter Two: Shadows of My Life

After the bath, the small boy hurried out. His stubby tail wagged and he waited for his mom. He did his best to clean up the remains of the blood, polish, tears mix, but not much happened. His mother came out seeing him trying to clean up.

"It's okay. No more will come out."

Her purse was slung over her left shoulder, and she grabbed her son's tiny hand in her right. Grasping it firmly, they headed out. The boy was happy to be with his mom, and eager to know where they were going, he bounced about. He clung to his mother's scarlet dress.

"Where we goin' mama?"

"A nice place."

By the way she replied, he decided to keep any more questions to himself as they enter the apartment elevator. They went down ten stories, then out the apartment building, and walked until they came to a place titled Gold's Bar. A Rhyhorn greeted them as they approached. "Well, well, well. Didn't know you had a kid, Della."

Della was the boy's mother's nickname. Her real name was Danielle. She grunted the reply, "Well now you do."

He let the two enter and showed them a place at the counter. An Alakazam was the bartender and looked at Della as she sat down. Using telepathy, he spoke to them out loud. "The usual?"

"Yeah...sure...and a coke for the brat." Della lit a cigarette. The kid held in any emotion from being called a brat. He was bound to be used to it by now. So instead, he looked around the room, simply amazed. Spinarkes and Ariadoses scaled the ceiling, serving creatures as they passed, Gengar and Haunters appeared and vanished after serving customers. There were so many Pokèmon…and there were even humans here.

Della saw the excitement in this kid's face and ruffed the messy fur on his head. She smiled at him, as he grinned a reply. Their drinks arrived soon after, as did their meal.

The night dragged on late, and the boy couldn't have been happier. Nor could his stomach. It was so full, he was afraid it'd burst. His mother looked to him, and dropped quarters into his palm. "Go get a treat for later." The boy's eyes glittered as he ran off. The bartender watched Della, and waited till the boy was gone, before he spoke again. He was washing a cup when he broke Della's inner thoughts.

"The kid's got heavy bruising and nasty cuts. Mind tellin' me why?"

"He fell," Della half lied through her teeth as she pulled another cigarette out. The Alakazam gave her that "I-don't-believe-you-don't-lie-to-a-physic" look. He started drying the glass off with a towel. "You should leave that poor kid alone."

Della glared from under her mask. "He fell."

"Mmmhmm. He fell on your fist, right?"

Della growled.

"Look Della. We all know about your anger problem. Spare the kid."

"I didn't come here for a sermon."

"I know, but just because he looks like-"

At that moment, the boy came running back, and slid behind his mother. The bartender turned away to put the glasses back. "Mama…" he whimpered as a Typhlosion and human emerged from the crowd. "Your brat kicked me and spilled my beer, Della!" The Typhlosion was enraged. "Right Chuck?"

The human snapped out of a daze. "Huh, yeah, sure…whatever…"

"Th-that's not true, Mama! I just asked-"

"I know, hush darling." The boy went silent and the Rhyhorn from the entrance strolled over.

"Chuck…Brad." He nodded to each as he stated names, and then stopped his gaze on Della.

"You go on home…I got a call from-" A table crashed and a fight broke out. The Rhyhorn hesitated, and then looked at Chuck and Brad, warning them off, and then sighed. "Just go home, Della." He knocked Chuck and Brad away for the final time, and then headed to the other fight.

The boy froze. Go home? A call? There was only one person who would call a lady home when she was out. It was time to meet with his father again. This was to be a long night.

End Chapter Two