A New Acquaintance

Chapter 2: The Separation

I woke up in a carpet. I felt a wave of nausea rush into me almost immediately. I was uncomfortably leaned against the back of the carpet. Building up all the strength within me, I freed myself from the carpet, but to only painfully fell on the basement floor.

For some peculiar reason, the door appears to be opened, which is creepy because thought for sure I locked it.

And that brings up the question. Where is my Charmeleon?

As soon as that thought flashed into my mind. Dread, angst, and most of all, anxiety began to kick in. I looked around all over the basement, however, in the middle of my search, I remembered that the town was being invaded by the terrorist. I panicked even more, as my mind began to piece the puzzles together.

Eventually, after minutes of searching for my Pokemon, I came to the terrifying realization. A realization, that I thought that could never be real.

There... gone?... I thought to myself, as I felt my heart explode. I wanted to cry, I wanted to destroy something. But no amount of tears of rage will ever bring them back.

The only thing I can do now is to see if they're still nearby.

I sprinted out of the basement and peeked through a window. Everything seemed to be fine. I see no gunshots or bombs going off. What I do see, however, are destroyed buildings, along with a heavy amount of smoke as well.

Oh man, what did they do this city? I thought to myself.

I rushed outside of my home. Everything I remembered about the city has been destroyed. What was once a gorgeous city, packed to the brim with people who lived there, breathtaking grasslands, beautiful living trees, has now been reduced to demolished and fiery buildings which were once people's homes, dead trees all around me, and the smoke. Oh god. The smoke. Not only is the smoke stronger than a gas powder, but I swear, I can smell burning corpses as well.

In fact, now thinking about it, the smoke was near impossible to breathe in. Although, despite its powerful chemicals, I couldn't care less. How could I care when my only loved ones have been taken away from me? What worse is that I have no idea what the terrorist had done to them. For all I know, they could be taking them to a prison and lock them up for the rest of their lives.

In fact, just thinking about them breaks my heart. It sends shivers down my spine in the thought of them calling my name, hoping I will come to the rescue.

However, my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the pile of trash rattling. I looked over to the pile of trash to see some sort of cat-like Pokemon. It started at me for a good minute, as it tilted its head.

What is this cat thinking? I thought to myself as I also stared at it.

The cat climbed down from the pile of trash bins, as it kept it's eyes on me.

"Moew..."

Why is this cat so strange? Unlike most cats, this one didn't appear to be startled from my presence in the slightest. In fact, when I tried walking away, it instantly followed me, as if I have food.

Sighing, I walked over to the black and red striped cat. I crouched down and I gently placed my hand on its head.

Doing so, it began to purr, as it remained still with its head down.

I don't get it. Why would a stray cat Pokemon, be so loyal? I thought to myself while I began stroking its head.

However, my attention was interrupted with me loud footsteps coming to me.

I turned around, to see that my friend, James running towards me.

"Hey, Jake, what the hell just happened?" He said, right before noticing the Litten in front of Jake.

"And where did you find the Litten? And, most of all, where's your Pokemon?"

I sighed by the mention of my family. I got up and turned my head towards him. I told him everything, to me sleeping peacefully with my Pokemon, us hiding from the attackers, what happened to my Pokemon, and how I found the Litten.

"Wow, that's crazy dude. I'm so sorry what happened you and your Pokemon. I'm just happy that me and my Pokemon went through this whole fiasco, unharmed."

I let out another sigh, as the memories of my Pokemon began coming back to me. No matter how much I try, the memories of them always come but never go.

"My friends..." I whispered as I stared at the sky.

Litten began to comfort me, with it snuggling my leg.

My friend smiled at me.

"You know, it's said that Litten's can sense emotions in other Pokemon and humans as well," James smiled.

I looked back at the Litten. The Litten was cuddling me, obviously concerned for me.

I smiled, as I picked up the Litten.

"Let's get out of here James. We have a few Pokemon to find."

James was shocked by hearing what came out of my mouth.

"Wait! You're going after the kidnappers?" James asked, sounding quite concerned.

Casually walking ahead, I gave him a small nod.

"But, it's too dangerous. What if they're armed Jake?" James said as he began growing agitated.

"So, a gun isn't stopping me from retrieving my Pokemon back," I simply replied back with.

James had really had it now. He knew that Jake is so blinded by love, that he would do anything for his Pokemon. Even if he would have to die in the process.

James sighed. He knew, that whatever he said. Jake would just ignore him and inevitably run into his tombstone. But, that begs the question. What will James do? Will he abandon Jake, and let him die, or will he fight by Jake's side and hopefully, save his Pokemon with all of us alive?

This was a tough decision. Seeing that Jake was leaving without him. He sighed to himself once more.

"Jake, hold up!"