Rated M for possible romance, violence, and other adult scenarios.
Zoey sat up, watching the stars on her front porch. The night was quiet and peaceful, she could hear Krikitunes singing in the background. Zoey had always loved the night, it was the most peaceful time of the day, the quietest, and the time when she didn't have to be bothered by her elder sister, Kayla. Kayla was twenty seven, and overly protective. She promised to be, and for seven long years, Kayla had looked after her. Zoey was now seventeen, it had been ten years since the day her parents had died in that horrible accident.
She sat, curled in a ball, knees hugged to her chest on her beanbag chair, her Vulpix resting calmly beside her. It was the only time of day in which Kayla wasn't bugging her about something. Personal appearance, schoolwork, social connections, just things in general. Zoey liked time alone, it gave her time to recuperate from all the daily activities she participated in. It had been seven years since that fatal accident. It had been seven years since her sister had sworn to protect her. She did a good job, Zoey had to admit, to support them both. She loved her sister with all her heart, and even though they squabbled at times, they got along really well.
Zoey was only bothered by the fact that Kayla was overly protective, and oftentimes wouldn't let her do things. Zoey was, admittedly, a very innocent girl, yet she was smart, very smart. She was socially adept, full of good morals, and a joy to be around. She was always optimistic, even though some things were rather difficult to be optimistic about.
Part of the reason that her sister was so overly protective was that Zoey wasn't as well as it might seem. She had contracted a really bad disease when she was about twelve or so, and had been confined to the hospital for over two months. She had nearly died, but miraculously, with a Blissey's care, she had survived, though with a handicap. Every so often, she would have "attacks", where she endured a tremendous amount of pain, incapacitating her for awhile. Kayla hated to see her go through these attacks, and tried to protect her sister as best as she could, by being as protective as she could...
Anyone who met her would say that she had a pure and beautiful heart, even if she did tend to dress a little oddly sometimes. It was just one of her quirks, she enjoyed dressing differently than most other people. She didn't know why, she just did.
Zoey stroked her vulpix gently, he was purring. There wasn't much she loved more than to curl up with her vulpix, perhaps a video game, and just listen to the cries of the pokemon at night. It was peaceful, and she loved listening to it. She knew that her parents had as well, it was a trait she picked up from both them and Kayla. When she was young, and had a bedtime, Zoey would watch Kayla sit outside with a little bit of jealousy, not knowing that that was when her sister, always stalwart and strong, would cry. Zoey never saw her sister cry, or even falter. She was the strongest person she knew.
Zoey was dozing off a little bit, unaware of the shadow that was waiting in the dark... A ghostly pokemon glared at her, eyes full of hatred and malice. The banette had come to seek revenge... It glared at the girl that it thought had thrown it away... Banette were born when a child threw away a doll, and the doll's feelings of abandonment and hatred brought it back to life, with the sole purpose of getting revenge against child whom had thrown it out. It had sought revenge so much, that it had went to see Jirachi, and made a wish, made a wish that its former owner would suffer a miserable and painful fate... It had come to see that wish come true.
Zoey got up, to stretch out and head back inside, when one of her attacks hit. They didn't come often, usually about once every few weeks or so... There was nothing that the doctors could do, as far as she knew. It wouldn't kill her, it never would, but it just caused a lot of pain. She cried out as her body writhed about uncontrollably, this particular attack was pretty bad... Back in the shadows, the Banette laughed evilly. It enjoyed seeing her in pain.
Kayla came running, and picked her sister up, and carried her to the bed, her eyes were full of pity, not sure how to help her sister, other than wait it out. Zoey eventually lost consciousness, and fell into the deep dark abyss of sleep.
When Zoey woke, she shook her head a little bit, something felt very, very wrong. Her entire body felt weird and unusual... She was laying in the middle of a forest, the sound of water lapping gently by her. She looked... and saw something that made no sense. Instead of having her normal arms, she saw black paws... Furry black paws. "What the hell is going on?" she asked herself, getting up, she was somehow a quadruped now... She stumbled, not used to this strange body... She looked in the water, and saw the reflection of a Zorua looking back at her.
"What...? I must be dreaming..." She told herself, the zorua's mouth moving in the reflection. "What the heck? Why am I a zorua?" she asked, turning around, but no one was there to hear her. Except for a lone Rattata, who was watching her warily.
"Excuse me..." She spoke, knowing it was odd to talk to a pokemon, but if she was one, maybe it could understand her. "Where am I?"
The ratata spoke to her. "You're finally awake... good, I was worried, you've been unconscious for several days... I thought you were dead... But you were breathing..." It said, head tilted to one side, as if trying to get a better look at her. It was rather cute, she thought. But why was she here? And why was she a Zorua? "You're in the Hailaway Forest..." the Ratata said with a smile. "It's a quiet and mellow forest, its a good thing you're here, and not in some big scary place with big and powerful pokemon! They can be mean..." He said, tail wagging happily. "But... uh... strange things have been happening, miss... The past few days... pokemon have been pretty mean, as if... they've lost their heads or something..."
"...As if they've lost their heads? I'm sorry, but I just... woke up... I have no idea where I am, or who I am..." She just realized that she had no memory of who she was, or how she had gotten here. She was completely lost, and didn't know what was going on..."
"Well... be careful, missy, because there are lots of strange things going on... Pokemon that were nice, but are now being really big meanies..." The young pokemon said, worried. "I've been attacked by my friend tailow yesterday, something was wrong... I don't know what it was, but she was really scary, and didn't seem to know who I was..."
Zoey frowned a little bit. "I... don't know what to say, I've... I don't know who I am, or how I came to be here..." she couldn't just ask for help, that would be imposing on someone else, and she couldn't do that.
"You better get home..." the Ratata said, scurrying off into the shadows. "I think I hear some meanies coming..." Sure enough, two pokemon stomped out of the bush, and Zoey immediately saw what he was talking about. The machop's eyes were glowing red, and it had an evil aura about it.
"What've we got here? A new pokemon? You're in our turf, missy, and we don't allow such nonesense..." A Marill waddled out behind the Machop, and laughed. It had the same glowing red eyes, but they were less intense, they seemed to sort of fade in and out, and the Marill seemed to be a little bit off guard...
Zoey watched in anticipation, trying to decide if she needed to flee... "Please, I don't know who I am, or how I came to be here...I have no memory at all, I just woke up here... Don't hurt me, please..." She said softly, if she had to defend herself, she had no knowledge of how to do so...
"Haha... seems like you got the short end of the stick..." The marill said with a laugh. "We'll teach you some manners then... Haha..."
Zoey had no choice but to flee as the Marill shot a jet of water at her. She dashed past the bushes, thorns scraping against her fur as she ran, burrs getting stuck as well. It was annoying, and a little painful. Behind her, she could hear the steps of the two pokemon chasing her. What was going on? What had she done to deserve this? Why couldn't she remember anything of her past?
As hard as she tried, Zoey just couldn't remember. And even if she could, she had to focus on escaping these two pokemon first... She dived into a little fox-den, and cowered there, hoping she could make a hideaway in here for the time being. Luckily for her, the two pokemon lost her, and went rambling about in the woods in search of their prey.
Zoey waited there for a little while, not sure what to do, or if it was even safe to come out yet... Would they still be looking for her? Or did they just want to give her a scare? She knew she had to get more information, she couldn't just stay here and cower away, she had to find someone to talk to, someone who wasn't influenced by this weird aura of darkness or whatever... Poking her head out of the little den, she noticed that the two pokemon were gone. She hesitantly looked around, the coast was clear.