Noise (Pokémon Fanfiction)

Noise (Pokémon Fanfiction)

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Woman, man, Pokemon, people... Human, inhuman... Everything would've been equal. Everything would be perfect if they weren't divided. I'm both human and inhuman, I can be both, but none of the two think of it like that and thinks of me as a lesser being. I'm hated by both. Both sides think the other is dangerous and they try to separate themselves from each other, sometimes fight on occasion, and friendships between the two are forbidden. But fusing two into one... It's a sin that's punishable by death, and I'm currently hunted down to be killed. My home was infiltrated one day and I hid while my creators responsible for me were executed. Escaping from my home, my place of origin, I left my old life. I am unsure of what road to follow as I run for my life. I know I'm human as well. I know I'm alive. I want to find out why I'm born and what is my purpose, so I left. I left and found answers behind my origin. My name is Noise, the first ever half Pokemon and half human. ---------------------- Years after trainers and Pokemon fought together, an incident took place in Unova that changed the lives of everyone forever. Humans finally decided Pokemon are now too dangerous for them to control and Pokemon distanced themselves from people, fed up with taking orders. Team Plasma took control of all regions now that Pokemon joined their side and now the entire world is in their hands, N conquered the world and declared that all Pokemon are to be released, Pokemon rebelled against humans and the world fell into chaos. But one fateful day, a forbidden creation was born. Noise, a human boy fused with a Latios, is being hunted down for his very existence. Forced to flee for his life, he left his home and journeys to find his purpose.
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  • THE HYBRID

It's horrible to don a mask. Most wear some kind of mask in their life--and for the most part, they're never of the best quality. All they cause is useless self-destruction and pain, but the good thing about them is that they can hide some ugly part of you that you don't want to show to the world. They're always a step down from what you think they'd be, always a notch lower than expectations, and always a lie to hide from the reality around us. ...of course, there are those that can see through those masks too, and it's supposed that Arceus created these humans to keep the world's sanity. That's all Avis wishes for, because it's nearly impossible to find any semblance of peace in this midst of war and chaos. To him, that's staying alone; staying out of others' business, and for the first seventeen years of his life, he's done that pretty well. § Avis can only hide in the shadow of his twin brother's strength, stranded in a country ravaged by war and destruction--and he tries to live his life in the darkness peacefully. He doesn't need to be noticed by everyone. The illusion of a functional, ideal life, however, is shattered when his family's balance is destroyed, and he thus dons his first mask. § For all his life, Avis had been taught that disaster was bad. For the most part, he's believed that much--he only needs to think of ungraceful piles of debris and blood-caked grounds to be convinced of that. At eighteen, he finds himself starting to doubt it--just a little. He can hate disaster for tearing his life to pieces, but he can't quite hate it for granting him something better than a miracle. § Tonight, these children don their masks.

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