Snippet #1623058

Before all, Tyler stood with a laugh. He was on a massive pillar, higher than any other. With him stood Flare, his ultimately powerful Blaziken, blazing with a flaming white fire. They had just taken the world by storm, and nothing would ever be the same. His face was on every billboard, his voice on every radio station. His name on every street sign in the world.

With a deep breath, he looked around, facing everything. In a circle around him were were people bowing to him. A circle of worshipers, muttering his name, over and over again. At his left was a jail cell, full of the unbelievers, the pathetic fools who believed that only love could make the world go round. He snapped, and the Blaiziken reached out, and blew fire in a circle around them... the chanting began to get louder. Out of completely nowhere was the sound of drums.

He faced the crowd that was gathering: “Do you see this? This is the result of your idiotic thinking? Where has your sole belief in love gotten you now? Love is fine every now and then, but it does not rule us. Those lovely-cozey people are a mere drain on society. They have what is coming to them. This is not execution. It is DISCRIMINATION!” He shouted, as the rings of fire got closer to the jail cell.

It came closer and closer... Tyler could feel the immense heat of the fire, his heart pounded in perfect synch with the drums. “Let this be a lesson to BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.”

It was dawn when Tyler woke up. The twilit sky.. and a very annoying alarm clack was calling him out of slumber, He slowly opened his eyelids, his heart still racing., ' That... was a dream, just now? Huh... pretty creepy dream, even for me.' He said, reflecting on it. 'I was... on top of the world... that wasn't a bad feeling, not at all. But, I won't kill just to go with it, If I do attempt something on such a massive scale'

He was still sort of sleepy, though he had gone to bed early the night before, almost immediately after having supper. Flare, his trusty Torchic, was nestled nearby, in a homemade bed next to him. Sure, he could have just kept him in his pokeball, but it was his first Pokemon. That sort of cruelty would be dealt to the other Pokemon he would eventually catch.

He woke Flare up, and Tyler taught him some Katas, to recover energy from morning sleepiness. He chirped with a 'Tor- CHIC!” It did a back flip- type jump, witch made him laugh, and he hugged the flame-red bird... it was probably among the only things he would ever hug, and he felt a heat from his body. Not burning hot, but a nice, fuzzy warm. He would be a good companion when ever he needed to relax on their travels

When they were finished training, Tyler checked his closet, wondering what clothes he should wear. He would take one extra set, to switch off with, because he did not want to become a smelly hobo in the cities he would soon see. He changed into his adventure gear, his black and red shirt, and a blue over shirt, for when it got cold, and a spare of the same looking clothes would do nicely. He grabbed a comb, and set it in his style, then left it behind. Most everything would be provided at the Pokemon centers he would stay at, so he wouldn't need to bother with space in his bag.

He stretched, and headed downstairs, preparing a meal for himself, like he always did, a nice, nutritious salad as a side course, and a small stake for the main thing, and a nice, tall glass of Moo-Moo Milk. That would keep him energized, for a little while, at the very least. For Flare, some Oran Berries that his mother had bought for them.


Checking his belt for his Pokegear, and his pocket for his wallet and Trainer Card, he walked outside, and started to walk away. No such thing as a goodbye for the people he barely cared for, those fools who attempted to raise him to be perfectly happy with the way everything is. He could never live under such conditions as that. He was going to live life the way he desired, and that, as they say, was that.

Flare flapped it's stubby little wings, perching on Tyler's shoulder, and he let out a “Tor- CHIC!” He laughed, and scratched under his chin, thankful that the bird already knew not to hold it's claws too tightly

His first destination would be the flower shop, to purchase berries for Flare. This went by without a hitch, flower shops being flower shops, after all. He walked out with a small bag full of berries, Flare's favorite Oran berries, and placed them in the berries pouch.

Area number two would be the pokemart. He was rather loathe to go there because, doubtless, others from his grade would be there as well, and he didn't want most of them speaking to him. They never did, though, so Tyler usually had nothing to worry about. Now, however...

He shook his head. Ah well, he would have to risk it.