[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Outskirts of Pallet Town | Morning
Maxwell, in his dreamland, imagined himself in a bright forest, the path towards connecting cities barely seen. He was a Pichu in his sleep, back in Viridian Forest, popping up to surprise trainers passing by. About three of them had been fought (and defeated easily), when the 'Pichu glanced upward to see the face of his trainer with proud eyes. It was because of this human that he could be strong. He was his teammate, a comrade, an equal.
What lay on the boy's face was absolutely nothing- it was as if the facial features were rubbed off of his face, leaving the skin behind to look at. Maxwell stared at the boy in shock, tumbling backwards to get away from the thing
. This wasn't his trainer, the boy he had vowed to be with forever. It was merely a mirror of him. The dream began to fall apart then; the trees began to wilt or explode in a fire, the grass began to turn brown, and the peaceful silence of the forest turned into a deathly roar of horrendous, hidden Pokemon.
The 'Pichu' suddenly because a Pikachu once more, he forgot about his past and that he lost his trainer, and came to a somewhat peaceful scene. What lay before him now was a trio of Pokemon, cuddled together in sleep as the sun slowly began to rise. One of them was a mighty Kangaskhan, surrounding her child and a Pikachu in a caring circle. That in itself was a heartwarming thought, and Maxwell should have felt his heart fill with compassion, but he felt nothing.
Nothing except the foggy memory of shock. He didn't feel the emotion- no, he only remembered how shock felt, and tried to personify it in his dream. There was so much blood
everywhere. What happened? What the Arceus
caused him to become a killer and eat other Pokemon? Maxwell closed his eyes in despair and willed himself to stop dreaming. He didn't want to see this. This wasn't a dream anymore. It was a dreadful nightmare.
The Pikachu blinked open his eyes quietly in his mother's embrace in the real world. What...
His life. It... evolved. Maxwell did not feel anything, nor did he remember much, but he knew
that with all his heart and soul, he yearned to evolve. This is for the better then.
His stomach grumbled, and Maxwell glanced towards the decaying body of the dead Pokemon his mom had killed.