Marissonshipping One-Shots

Long before (Alain)

NOTE THIS IS ACTUALLY A PART OF SURPATIERA, BUT I THOUGHT IT MIGHT FIT IN HERE SINCE IT HAS LITTLE TO NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT OF THE STORY

--

Four years ago.

    Alain stared quietly at the area surrounding him. His messy, blue-ish black hair glimmered in the sunlight. His family had been living peacefully in the fields, on the country-side of the Kalos Region. It was an unimportant area to many, so no one really lived there. His family - being to poor to own a house - had settled into the wilderness, where life seemed much more simple than in the city. He took in his surroundings.

The first few years of his life was better, living with his mother, who, at the time was single, and his grandparents. His father just had to come in and ruin that. Yet, the small boy didn't actually care all that much, he had personally hated the bright lights, busy streets, cramped apartments, and confusing roads. Alain let the sun shine on his tan skin, his ragged clothing making him feel incredibly hot, but that was normal. Vivillons fluttered their beautiful wings as he ran by, cawing softly. They knew he was no threat, seeing as that his family only ate the wild berries and crops that grew there, and never dared to challenge their neighbors. An eevee yipped happily as he ran by, chasing him playfully. He saw the thing, and ran faster, laughing. His small body tore through the long grass, until he saw his mother.

"Alain! C'mon, it's lunchtime!" His mother yelled at him. Alain looked down at the small eevee.

"Sorry, buddy. I have to go." He told the eevee, running towards his mother. She was a thin, tall woman. Her hair, the same black as Alain's, was quite short, only going down to the ends of her ears. Her deep brown eyes looked down at her small son. Alain smiled back, his ice blue eyes seemed to hold a much warmer glance than how he turned out later on. She wrapped an arm around him, her dark skin seemingly glowing. Yet, she didn't look happy.

"Alain, your father has been acting strangely." She told him.

"I know, Ma." Alain replied.

"Sweetie, someone called an exorcist over this." Opal told him. He raised an eyebrow.

"An exor-what?" He peeped, his eyes gleaming in confusion.

"An exorcist, to be specific, one that isn't of our religion." Opal uttered.  "They think Papa's possessed by a demon." Alain looked at her in shock. Since when did acting strange mean that you were possessed? He could just be going through a tough time!

"Why?" Alain peeped. Opal didn't answer, just stared at her son. She loved him, despite nearly dying giving birth. She knew Alain would never grow out of his soft-heart deep inside, no matter who was with him. He was a caring boy, and she felt an aura of a warm heart radiating from him. His golden heart was one she never wanted to leave behind.

A day had passed. Alain felt sadder than normal, seeing rain pouring from the small den they lived near. Some small pokemon sat with him, a charmander warming his veins. Little did he know - the same charmander would grow into the Charizard he'd travel 'round Kalos and a bit of Hoenn.

"Ma, where's Papa?" Alain whimpered. His father, a happy turned deranged person who loved them no matter what happened to him

"He's being forced into a place you should never see, my dear child." Opal calmly told the small child.

"Why?" He peeped back. Thunder boomed, and Alain hugged the charmander in his lap, whimpering softly.

"You know, Thunderous is using its lightning now. Or maybe that's zekrom. So many Pokémon, there are." Opal calmly stated towards Alain. "Maybe even Zapdos."

"What about Raiku?" Alain asked curiously. Opal shook her head. "That's only if their close by."

"What if they are?"

"It's unlikely, my dear son."  Opal gently told her small child, who was no longer to afraid. He only worried for his father, who was strangely gone.

"Ma, where is papa? Don't hide anything from me, please." Alain pleaded weakly. Opal sighed, gently ruffling his black hair.

"Let us not talk about that." She muttered, and as she said that, thunder boomed. Alain saw her eyes. For a small, small, small second, he saw red eyes.

***

    Alain slept that night. He slept peacefully in the long grass, the night pokemon walking by him. His soft breathing sounded almost happy. The warm night fizzled with many dark pokemon. His small blanket wrapped tightly around the small little boy.

Meanwhile, his father had returned. Lurching home, a glazed look in his eyes. His face seemed to lack any sort of emotion, his eyes rolled out of their sockets. Transparent strings were tied to his neck and wrists, and his eyelids seemed non-existent. Opal laid in the grass, fast asleep. Alain's father, Dion, was still walking towards his beloved wife. They were nowhere near a shelter, having moving out into the country before they lost their home. The wind blew softly, and the pokemon spotted Dion, walking creepily towards his wife with a knife in his hand. They fled. Fled towards Alain.

***

    Alain woke up to the sound of squawking, and a shrill scream. He leapt up, his blanket falling to the side. He ran towards his parents, towards the sound of the screaming. Panic now filled his eyes, as he ran, and ran, and ran. Eerie figures surrounded the formerly peaceful land, howling and wailing a death wish. What seemed to be a floating serpent zoomed above him, and he struggled to see.

"Ma?! Ma!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Her comforting voice was not present. Tears ran down his eyes like his eyes were melting off, his vision became quite blurry. His mother let out another shrill scream, followed by the booming laughter of his father. What was happening? He ran like behind him was a herd of Tauros was charging at him at full speed, only a few feet away and slowly catching up to him. The hairs on his neck rose. He let out cries. All until he saw what had caused all the wreckage.

His mother. He saw her and was too shocked to even scream. Running over to her, checked to see the wounds. Only one he could find. A slit neck. He tensed, seeing blood gushing out. He took her shawl, placing it on her neck with no real knowledge on what to do. He burried his face into her shoulder.

"Alain?" She gasped, her voice raspy and quiet. He looked at his beloved mother's eyes. She was crying as much as he was.

"Ma?" He whimpered through the thick tears in his eyes. She didn't say anything else.

She was dead.