The Unlucky Raichu

Translated Pokemon Speak is spoken, just so you know.
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In Goldenrod City during early winter,before any snow had fallen, a blur was moving from alley to alley, looking around before moving on. It was a Raichu, running through the back alleys to the streets and back again. The small, beaten Raichu had a bruised face, one black eye, restricting her sight. Thoughts of fear and adreanaline were coursing through her, she could still hear the calls of the Machoke who had beat her.

"Where are you, you stupid mouse?", he called. She could feel the shaking of the ground from his footsteps, and she ran from her abuser for all that she was worth. She ran for what felt like eternity, time seemingly slowing down to a stop, she ran and ran but it didn't feel like she was going anywhere. She hid in the shadows until the calling finally stooped, and she was safe in a dark corner. She began to cry freely, the trauma from what she had gone through still seared into her mind: Despair, horrible, dark despair as black as night. She had been walking down the street in general peace, she was searching for food once again and she had found a small bag of Pokemon Food. She was just sitting down to eat her first meal in 3 days, a Machoke had stepped out of the shadows, a grin on his face.
"Hey, mind giving me that?", he asked starting towards her to take it away. She clenched it to her body and cowered, not willing to give up the precious morsels she had found. Her size had brought upon her many hardships, even as a small Pichu she was hardly half the size of any other of her kind. She tried to shock him, but with her size came the disability of not being able to control electricity. Failing at that, instead she poked the Machoke in the eye with her tail. He exclaimed in pain.

"Survival of the fittest, ya little runt!", he yelled punching her in the face in retaliation, holding one hand over the offending eye. She went flying into the side of a building, creating a small indent in the stone, blood streaking down as she slid to the ground. Not letting go of her food, the adrenaline coursing through her allowed the scrawny Raichu to ignore the pain, spring up, and dash away. She ate as she ran, scarfing it down even though her throat was badly bruised from the punch. Not ever wanting to go through with that horrible experience of terror and pain again, the Raichu wept from then on until nightfall, oblivious to the world, a world of hate and suffering. Only stopping  her crying to catch her breath, she found a newspaper nearby and curled up under it for the night, still crying. The first snow of the season began to fall, small crystals of snow landing on her. She shivered, pulling the now slightly soggy newspaper tighter around her, falling asleep wondering if she could find any food tomorrow. She woke up by noon the next day, and started to wander around the city. She found another place to sleep that night, mostly dry because of an overhang. She shrunk  into herself as much as possible, trying to stay warm while the howling winds that had picked up that night penetrated her body, forcing her tighter and tighter into a ball to stay warm.

	She didn't know how much time passed, probably days. She never saw the sun during that time, and never saw anybody else. It was like she was the only person suffering. Why did it always seem like that? Was she really the only one Arceus was punishing, for being too weak? It always seemed to her like everybody else was always doing better than her. The next while later the sun finally came out. Snow had formed a layer in the city, her feet crunching into the snow, her eyes squinting as she tried to see her surroundings even though the sun was blinding her off the white snow. Her stomach rumbled, and she remembered that she hadn't eaten for days. She hastened her search for food, and after hours of searching, she came across a Pikachu, it was scarfing down a discarded, half eaten loaf of bread. She forced back the desire to do what the Machoke had done, and approached the pokemon, edging closer and closer without him noticing. She just sat there, watching and waiting for him to leave so she could scavenge, but her cover was blown by her stomach growling loudly. The Pikachu turned around and saw her, and he backed away, protecting his bread from the bigger pokemon. The Raichu took a closer look at him, he had a large chunk of his right ear missing, there was scarring, probably the result of an attack by a sharp-toothed pokemon of some kind. He continued to stare at her, until her stomach growled again. He sighed, defeated, and broke the chunk of bread in half, giving one of them to her. He sat down next to her, and began eating his piece. She watched for a little longer, glancing to her side as they sat in the snow on the curb. He just kept his eyes closed and kept eating, ignoring her. She ate the bread gladly, eating it little by little, savoring the food that she had gotten. Eventually, the two Pokemon had finished, and they left, they had never spoken to each other, probably never to see each other again. She sniffled, almost crying, she was glad that there were some kind-hearted Pokemon here, unlike that Machoke. She went back to wandering the streets, looking for more food, but doubted that there would be any. Night was falling once again, and she decided to curl up behind the Pokemon Center, a window casting a soft light onto her as she drifted off to sleep once again, her back protected from the harsh winds that had picked up again by the Pokemon Center.
	She had been a stray ever since she could remember, there were a number of strays in Goldenrod. She was smaller and thinner than a normal Raichu, and she couldn't control electricity like others she had seen. Just as dawn was breaking, she woke up to only one feeling: pain. The Machoke had found her again, and had just punched her in the gut. She whimpered, unmoving.
"Where's that speed of yours now, huh?", he yelled at her, kicking her in the side, sending her rolling towards the back of the Pokemon Center. Her head hit the wall with an audible thump. she ended up propped up against the wall, she could feel blood trickling down her forehead.

"You're not even worth it anymore; go die you worthless runt!", he said, slapping her in the face as hard as he could before leaving. She collapsed to one side, knocked out. By the time she came to again, the sun was getting low in the sky again. She tried to get up, and the pain intensified so much she cried out. She settled back into the snow, she could see the snow turning red from the blood off her face. watching the now red sun descend behind the buildings, almost as red as her blood. She cried again, unable to move, hungry, and alone. Her eyes welled up with tears, never seeming to stop. The salty tears streaked down her face, getting into her wound. the pain made her cry even more, and she had to roll painfully onto her other side to get the tears to fall away from her wound, now throbbing with searing pain. She hoped the Machoke would not come back, she never wanted to see another Machoke again. She slept a little, unable to sleep through the night from her pain. By the time the sun rose again and set again a few more times, she felt healed  enough to walk, or rather limp, again. She made her way slowly back to the streets, the snow was melted by now, only small patches here and there. Watching the humans that payed no attention to her, just walking along, some even eating. Her stomach growled again, and she sighed.

"What I would have given to be a human", she thought sadly, sitting down on the sidewalk, the humans paying her no heed and just walked around her. But her thoughts of food were interrupted by her getting knocked over. She cried out in pain again, looking up, thinking the Machoke was back. She braced her self for another traumatizing beating, even death. But instead it was a tall, thin human, around 20 years old, with a brown hat, black hair past his shoulders, hiker's clothing, and a white tube in his mouth glowing at the end, smoke coming out of the glowing end. He was carrying a large backpack, and he seemed to enjoy carrying it.  He had just walked out of the PokeMart, a white bag in one of his hands, laden with white boxes and foodstuffs.

"Oh, sorry little guy", he said, setting a small bag of pokemon food down near her and walked away.

"Did he say... Sorry?", she thought in wonder. It was the first time she had been apologized to. "Something about this human..." she thought, looking at him as he walked into the distance.

She ate the food in silence, thankful that she had gotten more. The starving Raichu finished it, but was still hungry. Deciding the fastest way to get more was to follow him, she started limping towards him, crying out to him to stop, even though he couldn't understand her. He turned around and saw the small Raichu, Hardly two thirds the size of a normal Raichu, limping along behind him. He choked back a sob as he looked at all the injuries that the Raichu had.

 "You're really hurt little guy", he said. "You need help". He picked her up, and the Raichu fell unconscious from the pain of being touched that much. The man carried her to the Pokemon Center, walking in and putting the Raichu on the desk. He rung the bell, and the unconscious Raichu cringed as if she was being hit, her instincts working even though she was unconscious. The Nurse Joy came out of the back room and saw the Raichu, and nearly burst into tears.

"What happened?!?", she said, "Did you do this to the poor thing?", she glared at the man, immediately picking the Raichu up and giving it to her Chansey.

"I don't know", the 20 yr. old man said. "I just found the poor thing like this following me just a minute ago", he explained. "Tell you what. I'll fix her up and then let her go ok?", she said. "And no cost to you", she said, following the Chansey into the back room.
They healed her, her bruises and wounds disappearing. The Raichu woke up, and was trying to get away from the people, until she felt so good she could have been in heaven. All her pain was being washed away, her leg mending, it didn't hurt anymore. The only thing that remained was a jagged scar running down her face from when the Machoke had hit her in the face the last time. The Nurse Joy brought the Raichu back into the main room, and the man was gone. She put the Raichu down outside, and walked back in. The stray Raichu looked about frantically, searching for the man with the glowing stick. Sensing a feeling of total loss, deeper and even more inescapable than she had ever felt before, she began walking off into the depths of the city, crying to herself again with a feeling that she had missed a chance to finally get out of the terrible existence she was in...

	Another week. the Machoke had found her again. She had fled, but at the cost of all the food she had been building up over the past week. She was sick and tired of living like this, from shadow to shadow, loss to loss. She huddled underneath the lip of the pokemon Center, trying to take shelter from the newest storm. As she tried to drift back to sleep, snow building up against her back, her mind wandered again, to the kind man who had healed her. She cried, knowing that if she had been stronger, the man would have taken her. She hated herself for being so weak, so small. She had made it on the streets almost completely by luck, she was nowhere near strong enough to get food the way that fearsome Machoke did. She sniffed, watching her tears fall into the snow below her, causing tiny spots of the white powder to melt. It was so cold that night. She tried to get closer to the Pokemon Center, pressing herself against the wall, but nothing warmed her. The Raichu resigned herself to the wicked cold, and fell into darkness. When the light returned to her eyes, she saw a Pichu, standing over her, shaking her to get up. It was so cold. All the weak Raichu wanted to do was return to the darkness, where she felt nothing. She coughed, and sat up. The Pichu helped her stand, the pokemon was almost three quarters her size, even though she was fully evolved and he wasn't. Her eyes narrowed, expecting a fight, like every other time. She looked over to the imprint of where she had been sleeping, her body clearly defined in the depressed snow. She looked closer, and saw another depression, a smaller one, in the likeness of a Pichu, tucked in front of her. Her eyes softened, and looked over at the Pichu, now sitting in front of her, a smile on his face.

"Sorry, little one, I can't help you." she said softly, putting a hand on his small cheek. He looked down, sad. He got up, hugged her, and left, trudging through the snow that was almost as tall as he was. She sighed, at a loss. She had always wanted someone to be with her always. But cruel reality struck her in the face every time she thought about it. Living like this meant living alone, relying on only your own skills to see yourself through. A single tear rolled down her cheek, dropping to the snow silently. She turned around, consoling herself that nothing could be done, and began to collect food once again. She could feel that something was going to happen, something big. It hung in her heart like an iron chain, weighing down her every move. She slowly went around her business of digging and scrounging, finding small amounts of food here and there. the wind, sharp and unyielding, bit into her with every movement. As the sun was setting that day, she heard a scream. It was shrill, unlike anything she had ever heard before. And it was close. So very close. She hunkered down, in anticipation of something, but nothing happened. She slowly made  her way out of the alley she was in, and looked down the street. There was only one thing she saw.

Blood.

there was so much of it, it had seemingly sprayed out from the alley next to her, dotting the area in red snow, and much of it slowly slid down the walls of the entryway to the alley. She darted back into her own alley, scared for her life. Just as she thought that enough time had passed to creep out of the dark corridor again, a large form blocked her view of the street. It was the Machoke, and one of his fists was covered in blood.

The other held a Pichu ear.

She screamed in terror, remembering the pure, innocent look on the Pichu's face as he helped her up out of the snow. Her fear was absolute. A fire built within her as she leaped into action, snatching the Pichu ear out of the surprised Machop's hands. She put it on the ground, her tears tumbling off of her, wetting the red, matted fur of the yellow Pichu's ear. She turned around, glaring at the Machoke. Hurting her, she could stand. Taking her food, she could stand. But this? She screamed again, this time in fury. She had never felt like this, a sharp bolt of anger flowing through her every cell. She leaped directly at the Machop, her claws, tiny but as sharp as any Raichu's, dug into his right eye. He roared in outrage, using both of his arms to rip her off of him, but years of running had proved her the quicker. Just as she was about to lose her grip, she swiped at his other eye, scoring a direct hit. He screamed in pain, throwing her with all his might. Luckily for her, she landed down street, blanketed in snow. The white powder proved soft, bouncing her along, until she finally rolled to a stop 50 feet away. They had turned 90 degrees in their struggle, and she thanked Arceus for her luck. She looked at the Machoke with grim satisfaction as he flailed, both hands covering his eyes. He ran headfirst into the wall of the alley, and slumped down to the ground. She found the courage to walk up to the injured pokemon, her lust for revenge overriding her fear. She kicked him in the arm, wanting only to prove herself, even if she couldn't do any more damage.

"You are going to PAY!" he yelled, opening his left eye slowly. He could still see, although his vision was blurry and red tinted from his own blood. He squinted from the pain, and stood up. Before she could do anything to escape, he had her in his iron grasp, one hand locked around her body, the other around her tail, and he began to pull. She screamed in agony as she felt herself stretching, moving. She felt the bones in her tail snap apart, a streak of searing white pain blinding her to anything else. Tears once again began to fall freely from her face as she tried the only thing she could do left. She tried to control electricity. She screamed, the air running from her lungs fully as she struggled, a small spark running from her cheek to her ear. She doubled her effort, her body tightening. Either she lose and be ripped apart, or succeed. She tightened her body and mind and she let it go at once.

All of it.

The Machoke let go of her, dropping her to the snow. He shook uncontrollably, lines of blue lightning coursing in and out of him. A bolt found his head, and he stopped moving. He stood there, silent, for a moment more and fell backwards into the alley, dead. She watched the spectacle, then looked back  at her tail. It was ripped in places, bleeding, and it was completely limp. She knew at once that she would never fully heal from it, and crawled over to the ear of the Pichu. She hugged it tight, the ear close against her body like the Pichu was last night, a final tear making its way down her face. The last rays of light from the winter sun that day caught on the falling tear, making it glow orange as it splashed into the snow.

And she descended into darkness.
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