Bloody Hell Prolog pg 3

Kiki awoke, coming to her senses slowly as she realized that she was not in the place she expected to be. She expected to feel dirt around her head, and the wind around her posterior. Instead, she was covered by something, and her head was resting on something soft. Kiki’s eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a couple of times to get her eyes used to the light. It was dimmer in this place then it was outside.

Kiki pushed herself into a sitting position, looking around the room. It was empty, not a soul in sight. Kiki surveyed the room, it was not an overly ornate room, but it was not an overly dull room either. In the center of the room sat a large desk made out of what appeared to be mahogany. On the right side of the desk was a book shelf that was full of book, many of the rows and books covered in a layer of dust. On the opposite side of the desk, was a pair of closet doors, which at this point in time was closed. Behind the desk was a large window, that started at the same level as the top of the desk, and went to just a foot below the ceiling. Just beyond the foot of her bed was a door, which Kiki guessed led into the rest of the building.

Kiki slid out of the bed, moving over to the window. She looked outside, noting that the building sat atop a hill, overlook a small village and field. Beyond the field was a dense forest. Kiki saw the small crater that she had created when she had smashed into the ground. She looked back towards the city, and saw a teenage looking boy with light brown hair trudging up the hill, a stern yet worried look etched into his face.

Kiki turned around suddenly when the door opened. Through the door stepped an older looking man. The man glanced at the bed in the corner, noting it was empty. His gaze quickly traveled around the room, resting on Kiki when he spotted her, “Oh, I see you are awake. Here I thought it would be a couple more hours, seeing as how deep that crater is.” The man said, his voice full of concern. “Anyways, since your awake let me introduce myself. I am professor Oak, one of the pokemon professors of this world. May I ask for your name?”

"Kiki."

"Ah, well Kiki, I must inform you that your actions…." Oak paused for a second, "What you have done, it is a very grievous thing. You, my lass, you have doomed us all. That machine you messed with, it is an ancient weapon that was created to end a terrible war. But, the weapon had unintended consequences, for it mixed up all the pokemon, you could call it randomizing them. And if left in this randomized state too long… Even our very world shall cease to exist."

Kiki gulped, as the man looked down at her. What had she done? She had doomed them all! And all she had wanted to do was impress her father….

Oak looked down at the Bagon, as she grew afraid and very upset. Oak smirked, “But, there is a way to stop it. A counter machine, if you want to call it that. When a key is put into the machine, it will reverse the randomization, sending all the pokemon back to where they came from. I had sent in a request for the key from the people who currently own it, for there is one catch. Not just anybody can put the key in, only the one who activated the machine, or if they die during the quest, a truly trusted comrade, can put the key in.”

Kiki nodded, she understood, “But, where is the counter machine?” She asked her soft voice no more than a mere whisper.

Oak shook his head, “The counter machine is currently in the hands of the current Champion. It can not be moved, so you must go to it. And the only way to do that is to prove yourself by collecting eight badges from the eight gyms that are scattered around the region. Only when you have all eight can you challenge the elite four, and if you beat them, the champion.”

Kiki nodded, but she was hesitant, the road sounded harsh, “Do I have to do this alone?”

"Oh, no my dear. You can have friends join you. But, the champion has put out a new rule. It came out a few years ago, to try and cut down on some of the poaching of the rarer pokemon, but as of a few hours ago, when that light came, the Champion sent out a new notice that this rule will be more strongly Enforced."

"Ok, I get it. But what is this rule?"

"Heh, impatient. Well, the rule is that anybody who joins you on your quest, you must make a record of them, their name, their species, their gender, and what route they joined you on, along with, if it so happens, their death. You can only befriend, or ‘catch’ as is the proper term, one Pokemon per route. Do you understand?"

Kiki nodded her head, happy that she could make friends along the way. She did not want to do this task alone, not at all.

Oak watched Kiki, almost pleased with her. She looked strong, not just in body but in mind. She might actually have the courage to not only attempt, but complete the task set before her, “I will give you time to think, while I deal with my grandson, who has also been affected by your actions. If you decide to pursue this quest, head to Viridian city and go to the Pokemart. There will be a parcel waiting for you. Bring that parcel back to me, and I will set you up for your quest.”

Kiki nodded, and walked up to the professor, slipping between his legs, pushing opening the door. As she walked out, the young man she had seen walking up the hill entered. The teen stopped, and stared at her, “You! You little nasty mongrel!” The teen yelled at her, holding out a Nidoran♂, “Do you see this?! You did this! You changed my wonderful baby Charmander into this! A purple rodent thing!” The boy yelled, throwing the Nidoran♂ at Kiki. Kiki dodge the pokemon, before turning around to see if it was ok. It was, and it was angry.

The attack that came next surprised Kiki. She took the Nidoran♂’s tackle, getting thrown back a few feet, landing on her back. She stood up, just in time to grab the Nidoran as it tackled her again. Kiki threw the Nidoran to the side, preparing for it’s next attack, but it never came. The Nidoran laid on it’s side, panting, not making an effort to get back up. Kiki relaxed, seeing that it was safe.

Oak watched the fight, shaking his head with a sigh at the end. His grandson stalked over to the Nidoran, picking it up roughly by it’s ears.

"Gary Oak! What have I told you about mistreating pokemon? Get into my office now!" The professor called out, giving his grandson a stern look, "You should go now Kiki. The house with the red mailbox, you can stay there until you decide" Oak said, as his grandson stalked into his office. Oak sighed, and entered his office, shutting the door behind him.

Kiki stared at the door for a few seconds, before leaving the lab. It was a short walk down to the village, where she quickly found the house with the red mail box. She climbed up onto the mailbox sighing as she leaned back. She would have to make her decision soon.

After reviewing what had happened in the previous day, Kiki sighed, and closed her eyes. She knew she had to do this. She knew she had to. It was the right thing, but yet she felt as though this decision was going to be one she will regret, somewhere down the line.