Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ A Word He'll Never Know ❯ No One Can Fly With This Broken Wing ( Chapter 5 )

Ahh. I do not own Pokèmon but I do own all other characters.

Sorry chapter four and five are so short. I should have combined them. But, I figured its more "dramatic" separated.

Chapter Five: No One Can Fly With This Broken Wing

The boy ran and ran and ran. He kept running until he was sure he was beyond city limits. He fled into the forest and didn't stop until the last of the city lights were hidden among the shadows of the monstrous trees. Once the final light vanished, he stumbled upon a stream flowing through. He staggered to it, and dropped his items beside it; collapsed, and proceeded into tears. Through his blurry eyes he looked sinfully at his paws. His bright ash grey paws were now painted in a coat of dark, dried blood. Not any blood, but the blood of his mother. He rolled into the stream and began rubbing at his paws. Harder and harder he kept rubbing until the blood had chipped and washed off. He forced himself out of the water when he was convinced most of the blood had been removed. He gathered his things and pressured himself onward.

A bird plummeted to the ground and screamed angrily as the boy went over to it. The child watched it flail and throw itself around like someone was beating it. Studying the bird, he thought about how easy he had made it for his mom when he never struggled. A cold sensation flowed through his back and the boy gingerly picked the dying bird up. His fist closed, crushing the bird's ribs and snapping its neck at the same time; instant kill. He needed to survive; he wasn't about to let his mother and father win.

He stood up and took a deep breath, clearing his head. He needed shelter, water, a fire spot, and needed to learn how to use a knife properly. The helmet was useless for now, so he left it in the sun to bleach while he went to work on building a shelter, his first kill under the skull. As he worked, he sighed often and thought to himself.

This was his new home now. It was quiet, fresh, and perfect for solitude.

It was better then the city.

That's for sure.