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Ladies & Gentlemen, I am back! :) And I hope not to dissapoint because after some of the feedback I've gotten, I was shocked at the results.

Thank you to all who are supporting this & I hope it's not too long. Many of you wanted it to be long so I made it a little longer.

This chapter will have a lot of character's & some funnies in it too. All of my Character's in this are OC's besides the Pokemon themselves.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon nor have any affiliation with The Pokemon Company; all rights go to Satoshi Tajiri & any relgion mention & referenced in this fic do not reflect any views that religion is about whatsoever.

Enjoy!

When I stepped out of my bedroom window & tiptoed onto my roof, only one thought was in my five year old mind: To see a Seviper. Seviper weren't uncommon in the United States; even though their native to Australia, along with some others, they are hugely around the Southeastern U.S.A, especially in Georgia: Home to two-eighths of the Seviper population alone.

So why am I sneaking out? Well in a short sentence: Grandpa got kicked out by Grandma again & he was staying at my house for at least a week now; you'd be surprised how many times Grandma kicks him out so we are like: "Yeah, Yeah; you know where you sleep."

This time, he came here with some stories about his youth. Usually they are all about wars he fought in, civil rights movements, thoughts about God, etc. But this time he told me the story where he snuck out the night before he was deployed into World War II to capture a Seviper near his army base & there was something in this story that lit a hearth of passion into his blue eyes. He went into the forest & he found one that was his eye candy, telling me it looked like a good nine footer and he wanted to "catch" that sucker so badly. Now by catch, I mean kill; yes, kill. We still had Pokeballs & all; I mean how else are you going to claim them as yours, put a collar around them & name it Lucky? Only if you wish for a nice tombstone to your name, you do.

My Grandpa first intention was to catch it, with a Pokeball, but Pokémon at an Army Base? It would be good if it were Pokémon that The Army approved of; Seviper were for The Marines. My Grandpa in the Marines? Get Real, so he decided on killing it & having it stuffed in his father's den. His first plan was to shoot it with his father's gun but that plan backfired as soon the first round was shot.

"That purple snake put in a real good fight too," Grandpa told me, "Almost got eaten & everything except for one reason: I stabbed it in the tail. I knew that the tail may have been its primary weapon but it was also its weak point."

At the time, I couldn't hold back my excitement as he told me & my brothers Jeremy & Konrad by the fireplace in our hazel-lit den. "Than what happened?" I asked.

"Ohh," he let out a deep chuckle, "Than I pulled a Mason's Twist on the violet anaconda & drove it to the ground. I was about to stab it when it used Mean Lock; every part of my body was frozen with fear yet fascinated, by those beady red eyes." He shuddered at the thought of them. "Even a boy like you," he addressed to me, "with your rocky exterior and all." He rubbed a hand through my white-blond hair; I smiled as he continued: "You wouldn't escape the fear from your body when you see what's in store for you when you're face to face with the devils incarnate!" He simply sighed. "Alas, even a boy like you wouldn't be afraid to stand face to face with him anyway; even if he had an ice-cream cone."

I laughed softly but with noticeable pride at the comment. It was true; I am a brave person & I'm brave enough to admit that I almost giggled like a southern belle at a Square Dance. Jeremy, sitting to the right of me, put his arm on my back & gave me a content smile. I was always lucky to have a big brother like Jeremy; he would never think second of you no matter what you would do, just like Mama.

Konrad, on the other hand, was...not. "Oh come on Grandpa; just get on with the story!" He shouted. Even though he was sitting on the Family Couch across from me, he still had the lungs of a Mankey: loud & semi-obnoxious. Nowhere near like Jeremy, Konrad: The first born would always make sure to have things in his self-made order, just like Dad.

Grandpa's face grimed at Konrad's retort. "Keep your underwear clean or are you going to soil yourself like when we all went to the zoo?" Jeremy & I were balling our eyes out while Konrad sank into his seat; too embarrassed to even look at us that he pulled his shirt over his face; it made me laugh even more. I don't know, if Grandpa didn't get our attention in time, I probably would've either gone beyond breathless or experienced a super Konrad Wedgy.

He cleared his throat. "Now that I have your attention; unless you want me to end without an ending." We all shock our heads; Konrad probably out of guilt. Grandpa, satisfied with his response, smiled & continued: "Well anyway; Oh Jingos, where was I?"

"Mean Look," Me & Jeremy said in unison.

"Beady Eyes," Konrad commented unconcernedly.

Grandpa's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah; now I remember! So there I was, memorized by the beady eyes & that evil look but I knew that it was going to attack at any given moment and it used a powerful move known as Night Slash; The only way a Seviper can know that is only when it's born at a special time & I knew that Seviper was going to use that attack so at the last minute, I closed my eyes & without seeing, I narrowly avoided its bloody tail & at that time, I quickly made my escape. After five short minutes, I knew I was in the clear."

My five-year old mind was completely blown away. I'm pretty sure Jeremy & Konrad have heard this numerous times before but you never forget a Grandpa Jackson tale like this in your life.

"Oh come on now Grandpa!" Konrad jumped off the couch. It was certainly clear from his tight, freckled face that Konrad wasn't impressed at the story; not one bit. "You expect me to believe that you went out into the middle of a forest, in the middle of the night, just to kill one Pokémon that is classified as one of the most dangerous in the United States, if not the world, when you were leaving for a war in the morning?"

Grandpa, with his eyes retaining his belief, nodded; it made Konrad scoff lightly. "The day I believe that to be true will be the day I kiss a Muk!" He turned to me, his brown eyes were filled with so much arrogance that it could blow up a Voltorb. "Rock, I can't believe you are buying this babble; Even the Bible has more enriching tales than this; tales about God, overcoming our problems & following in his Grace. Wouldn't you rather listen to that or 'this!?'"

The way he said 'this' was filled with so much disgust that it sent a chill down my neck & I'm pretty sure it did for Jeremy as well too; I was going to answer that but my Grandpa intervened: "Now you leave Rock alone boy!" He looked at Konrad; his eyes gleamed. "You may get away with that talk because of your father and all but let me tell you something: You are doing nothing but ruining Rock's innocence, spewing that trash around him. It may be alright with you & your father but it certainly isn't right for Rock. If I were you, I would stop this Bible talk around your brothers because it's only breaking them away from God just to begin with!"

"No. Go ahead Son."

We all turned to find someone who could eye you down worse than a Spearow.

Leaning on a support for a doorway was a man, crossed armed, who wore a pair of blue-jeans, a white-buttoned down collar tee & a Cross wrapped significantly around his neck. He had a tight face with an auburn shadow & brown eyes, short kept brown hair & bestowed a collection of little freckles along his face. Judging from his face & his bad aura, I knew that he was:

"Dad," The word slipped out of Jeremy's mouth.

He barely acknowledged him as he looked directly at Grandpa. "Go ahead son," He walked slowly to Grandpa, "I can see your telling that story again when I made it clear that I didn't want my sons listening to it."

I looked at him confusedly as he raised his voice. Why would he not want me to listen to it? There seemed like there was nothing wrong with it to begin with. Was there a big secret around it that I shouldn't know? I don't know; I honestly didn't know.

Grandpa was nowhere near panic-stricken as he got up to face my father. Their eyes gleamed, with the findings of a new understanding. "Listen up Clay," saying my father's name, "I may not like the way you raise my grandchildren but I know that it's your house & I should follow by your rules." That's when he turns to me. "But I wasn't going to let my youngest grandson miss out on a great story in his life."

My father, stubborn as he was, scratched his scruffy, auburn beard, clearly looking for something to use against him. He didn't show emotion, something my Grandpa was known to use against him. After a heart-wrenching minute, he just sighed. "I suppose there is nothing wrong nor life-changing about telling a five-year old about an old folktale from your life. Very well, you have my permission for Rock to listen to it."

A big burden of weight was lifted off my shoulders as he said that; probably by a Machamp though because it was a huge weight on my shoulders.

"However," my father's eyes jarred, "While Konrad & Jeremy have already heard this story; I do not want them listening to it whatsoever. Got it?"

Grandpa sighed & just simply nodded, as if he was satisfied with the outcome of that debacle. My father's eyes varied to my brothers. "Konrad, Jeremy, let's leave Rock alone with Grandpa," he ordered, "I do believe Walker, Texas Ranger is on right now and we're missing it."

Konrad gave a triumphant 'yes' while Jeremy let his shoulders slump. It was clear that Jeremy would rather get zapped by a Pikachu than leave but he gave a hopeful smile as he rubbed a hand through my hair & followed my brother to the living room. Seeing my brother walk down the hallway quickly reminded me of how Jeremy was so much like Mama; with his dirty blondish hair, his crystal blue eyes & that cheeky smile that Mama always loves to give. It amazed me that Jeremy could take all the crap that Dad & Konrad gave him and treat it like sipping water down your throat: tasting all the displeasures but knowing it would help you in the long-haul.

"Glad he finally understands."

I turned to Grandpa, confused at what he said. "Understand what?" I asked curiously.

He looked at the fire, straight & never leaving their place. "Your father is beginning to understand that you are not like your brothers." He turned his head towards me & though it I may not have noticed it, I saw something that the Bible talks about: Perseverance. At the time I didn't know what it meant but Konrad & my Father always told me about the word, but looking into Grandpa's eyes began to spark some meaning to the word.

"Grandpa, how am I not like my brothers?"

Grandpa smiled. "Rock, from the moment you were put on this earth, you were given a gift that comes a generation after another in my family's side. Your Mother has this gift and the chances are that the first born of the family would have this gift too; as it was for your Mother, and me & my father." He added some wood into the fire, adding to crisp of the wood burning. "At first I had high hopes that your brother Konrad would have this gift but knowing your father, that dream was as dreary as a Ghastly in a cave. I saw nothing but that same uncomfortable style when he walks & that same misconceiving look when he talks; I couldn't help but know that Konrad would never have that look with that soul of his so bitter. It'll probably be a miracle if he doesn't end up as the pinnacle of his father.

"Now that didn't mean that I gave up on the gift," he continued, quickly catching my attention. "I knew that the gift will miss a generation or two once in a while and that's what I thought when Jeremiah was born too. Sure Jeremiah is not as pea-brained as Konrad is but he's still in shadow of your father but don't worry; Jeremy will see his light soon when the time comes but until then, he will stay within the lines of his destined future."

He cleared his throat. "Now how do I know you have the gift?" He gave a toothy chuckle. "I can't tell you until you can tell me." I gave him a questionable, confused look, which made him laugh some more. "But," before I could ask him, he continued: "Remember this in life Rock: never underestimate the powers of Pokémon. Even they are force comparable to a higher power but you must know that it is never a reason to deceive or cower from any living being that contains any power; it just makes you a bad person in your future."

I nodded solemnly. I knew what he was talking about at the time. My father would constantly ramble on about how the Feral Head's, dare I say it, were a menace to God, Jesus & his glory; enough said to that. "I won't Grandpa." I rose up my left hand, the one I could write with, as proof. "I promise!"

That night, I was up in my bed, looking at my wood ceiling, trying to wrap my brain around all that I just heard from both my Grandpa & my Father.

"I suppose there is nothing wrong nor life-changing about telling a five-year old about an old folktale from your life."

What could be life-changing about Grandpa's story? I thought to myself. It didn't seem life-changing to me at all but the story made me think of one thing:

A Seviper.

All in my head, the thought of the violet serpent began to embrace the many things my five-year old mind could think of at that moment. Seviper, Seviper, Seviper, Seviper. It was almost excruciating but in a good way. It made me want to go out there, in the forest, to see one.

I looked out my window across from the room; seeing Georgia's lush green pine trees mix in with the vague oak trees here & there. I knew that the forest next to my house had many Pokémon living there but I heard from everyone: "Stay away from the forest." From my teacher, from the townspeople, from my Father; that's all I heard from anyone talking about the forest. It made the forest sound like a bad place but what if the forest was actually a good place? That's when a thought occurred to me:

You never know unless you find out.

I rolled off my feather bed & in a flash; my boots were on my feet and I was out of my pajamas & in my clothes. They may have been dirty but they were on the ground in the first place so they are open to wear. I was about to leave my room but I realized I've forgotten something. I looked at my wrist & than looked at my end table.

Sitting there was my Lucky Watch. It was a wrist watch my Uncle Arthur got me from Japan; he always got me such cool stuff because he would travel everywhere because of his job. But that was another day to tell you; hanging on the bed-side wall was a Chinese Fan & on top of my little bookshelf was a little white hat that was from Egypt. My father got a kick out of it when he first saw it; it definitely made me giggle. You would too if you heard your dad say 'what the fuck!?' for the first time. At least he let me keep it but he said I was to never wear it so we put it on my bookshelf so I can see it every day.

I slapped the watch on my wrist & my window was opened up as I walked out.

In the cover of night, I crept silently to the drainage pipe that leads down to the porch; it was durable. Durable to slide down that is; even though it wasn't that high to jump down; I wasn't taking that risk, not after the last time!

I slided down & made a furtive run into the forest, knowing in my heart that I was going to see a Seviper tonight. There was no way I was missing out on this but I knew if I didn't make it back in time, I would've been luckier to see a Delibird in the middle of July. I checked my halo-lit watch to see it was only 9:00. I knew I would have to be back by 11:00, if I didn't pass out that is.

Luckily that night I didn't; I couldn't for that matter. Every part of my body was running on a Pecha Berry: The Pride of Georgia & The Heart of The South. It was the berry that kept The Confederacy running until our defeat. Sadly, our Pokémon couldn't hold live to its word & supplies for weapons were so low that General Lee almost had to kill his prized Rhydon; legend says that it evolved when he was about to kill it and the Rhypherior kill our General; thank God that it was a legend.

I didn't stop running with the trees until the moon began to show itself through the trees. I lost all the need to look at my watch because by the time I saw the moon, I was beyond tired. I probably explored almost every part of the forest; thankfully I knew my way back because if I turn about face, a couple of paces left & than blink, I could see my house stand out like a white Zubat in a cave. With its southern bungalow style & starry white paint job, divulging through the forest at the spec of the eyes, you can't go a minute without seeing it.

The best part, on the surface you may be seen by the people in the house, now one can see you on the outside. That's why when you're looking at the forest, it's dense & compressed but once inside, you can see anything that stands out for miles; my house for example.

I decided to rest on a log in a small clearing. Part of me wanted to continue exploring but it was damn worth it because under the full moon, that's when all the magic begins.

All the Pokémon come to life at night down here. A couple of Polywag's were waddling in a little pond in the front of me; one splashed the three, than the other two used their tiny Water Guns on the one. It made me smile. To the left of me was a Heracross fluttering through the trees, spreading its pollen on the vague cherry blossoms. A Furret weaseled its way through the grass, poking its brown, furry head out. I held out my hand, it sniffed it cautiously but it gave a cheeky smile. It cried sheepishly as I stroked its back, its purrs radiating around my arm. I heard a small 'caw' within the trees; I looked up to find a Noctowl, perched in the trees. Its hazily-red eyes illuminated through the forest. My mouth dropped as its wings spread under the full moon with flaps like a heartbeat: gentle & radiating.

In Georgia, we have a saying: "When the time is day, the fun is away. But when the time is night, your life becomes bright." Why do we say that? Because many of our Pokémon can be nocturnal yet not be at the same time. It still questions me how that could be related to its environment but yet, take advantage of it.

My mind began to tell me that something was up. I looked around to find the place surprisingly arid. The Polywag's have disappeared, The Noctowl became ephemeral & The Furret, once rubbing its face on my arm, had vanished from my own physical inception.

It gave off a radiating ominous aura that personified the calm before the storm. What happened next still gives me nightmares.

Within seconds, the Seviper I was looking for, that my mind couldn't let me sleep without seeing, charged full force at me; its fangs barred. I jumped out of the way before it could chomp down on my head. I was perched by a tree, physically daunted by its ferocity yet emotionally besieged as well. It was taller than me with its multicolored purple, yellow face, golden back scales, deceiving purple red tail & those eyes; they...were the first thing I considered evil. Grandpa told me they were fearful but never evil. I had no idea what I got myself into but I came here to see a Seviper & that is what I did.

I took a small step glance. My expression, still sullen, quivered when I said: "Pl..Please, don't...hurt me." I held out my hand as a token of peace. "I..I'm just a fr..friend."

That's when things went sour.

The Seviper began to breathe in shadows, thrown into a ball onto me. I dodged it barely but it was powerful enough to blow a hole through the tree. I didn't stay there like a Californian Ursaring: pretending to be the Alpha.

I basically hauled ass to my house, Seviper close behind me. Dodging branches & bushes was one thing but dodging Shadow Balls was something extra; add a semi-screaming kid with a so-called brave heart & you get me.

Yes I was screaming but it was at some point that I made a complete wrong turn, taking me further into the forest, away from my only oasis. I remember it was getting darker but still light enough to see what was around; that's when I tripped on a branch and was cornered. It seems that the purple anaconda was going to enjoy an appetizer out of me, sunny side up.

This was going to end up like Grandpa's story but with a twist.

I had my Lucky Watch, which happened to have a built in laser that left his right eye redder than his own. That's when I made my escape. I ran away from as quickly as possible but that was when everything changed.

The Seviper was attacked by an unknown shadow, faster than anything I have ever seen in my life. The Seviper, definitely not amused by this shadow; in fact, all his attention for me turned into complete bloodlust for this creature. I couldn't get a good look at this shadowy creature, even though it was light enough to see the Seviper & nothing else. However, all I could only see from this creature is a pair of ruby red eyes, nowhere near like the evil gems the Seviper bears; had these pools had nothing but the yearn for the Seviper's demise; it only gave a fraction of that.

The Creature's claws shined through the night as it landed a couple of blows to the face; taking its opportunity, it pounced onto the serpent; helpless under its enemy's long, contracting claws.

The Creature & the Seviper: eye to eye, heart to heart, hate to hate.

A silence than broken; the Creature let out a low, menacing growl as it ripped the right eye out of the purple serpent's socket. It was the very same eye I had zapped minutes before. The right eye, dropped onto the dew of the grass, freshly painted red. The Seviper screamed out in agony; a small ear piercing screech that echoed around the forest around me.

The Seviper threw the Creature off, its power easily overcoming that of the Creature. It slithered swiftly into the comfort of the darkness, unaware of my existence.

It was the last time I ever saw that one-eyed beast ever again.

Well that is it for now. I figured I'd leave you guys in a cliffhanger so that way I can figure out how to write out how Rock & the Creature actually meet; for the record: the Creature in this chapter becomes his best friend and his love interest later on in the story just to give you an important spoiler & it can give you guys time to think of who she is. You all probably know anyway by reading my story.

Anyway; hope you liked it.

Later.