"Amnesia?" Prologue
#1 of Amnesia Repost
I was late afternoon, the sun only a few inches above the horizon on a midsummer day. But the mew floating high above the surface of the ocean was not watching it, too busy making sure the large, luxury cruise vessel slowly traversing the sea didn't stray too far into the waters she was currently tasked with protecting. She didn't worry too much; humans generally stayed away from the area they had dubbed 'The Devil's Sea,' and with good reason. Any vessel caught there was generally never heard from again.
The mew had always been curious about humans. They were so small and fragile, yet they somehow they had managed to become the dominating force in the world. Her mother, however, had warned her to stay her cautious, saying they would capture her and force her into slavery. She had said that they would force her to fight other pokemon, and hurt them and herself without a second thought. The idea made her shiver in dread, and kept her at a distance.
Suddenly, with no prelude, an explosion ripped the ocean liner apart and engulfed the shrapnel in flame, before it hit the water, causing a veil of steam to conceal what was left of the destroyed ship. Then, as twelve small, fast boats sped toward the wreck, a human burst out of the top of the veil, trailing what appeared to be a flame from his hands. As he hit the ocean, cerulean flames erupted from his feet, and instead of falling through the thin barrier between air and water, he simply stopped, drawing the black-bladed katana from his back. With his free hand, he pressed a button on his belt, which was ringed by multi-colored orbs. There was a flash of light, and four shapes appeared. They solidified themselves into a gyarados, a lapras with a geodude and typhlosion on its back, a ditto, and a chikorita.
"Gary, Lana, get everyone out of here!" the human said, "I can't explain, but they're after me. They won't chase you if you run." By this point, the boats were beginning to form a circle around them.
"I will not," the gyarados said in his native tongue, "If you are to die here, then so will I."
The human looked at him sadly. "I'm afraid I can't allow you to do that," he said, "Corey can't swim, Tom's afraid of water, and only you and Lana can swim fast enough to get them and the others out of there and she isn't strong enough to carry all of them. If you insist on trying to help me," he put the tip of his blade to his throat, "Then I'll kill myself, and your sacrifice will mean nothing. Now leave."
They gyarados ground its teeth in frustration, and said, "Very well. But when they are safe, I will come and find you, and if you are dead, then I will drag you, kicking and screaming, back from the afterlife. That I promise you."
Apparently the human pictured this, because he gave a sad laugh, and said, "I suppose I'll see you when you are dragging me back across the river of the dead. Good bye, old friend." One of the men on the boats threw a weighted chain at the gyarados, and it wrapped around his neck. In the blink of an eye, the human severed the chain with a single swing of his blade. With a backward glance, the dragon picked up the chikorita and the ditto and followed the lapras through the gap in the ring, seconds before it closed.
As predicted, none of the boats tried to chase the pokemon. Their focus was entirely on the lone human standing in the middle of them. The human released the grip on the base of the blade with his left hand using only his right to wield it, and reached behind his waist. When it came back out, it was holding a silver handgun.
The ensuing fight was long and arduous, with the human striking out at the men on the boats with his sword when they came within reach of its deadly bite, and shot them with energy blasts from the gun when they were too far away. However, despite his valiant effort, he was eventually overpowered. As the men dragged him onto one of the boats, the mew found she couldn't bring herself to simply watch impassively. There was a loud crack, as of thunder as the little pink cat teleported in. she grabbed the unconscious human and teleported again, this time to a sandbar about fifty meters away, where she set him down in the calm water. Then she went back reappearing in the middle of the ring of boats, and sent them flying in all directions with a single pulse of telekinetic energy. She didn't stay to watch as their heavy equipment dragged them to the ocean floor, and teleported back to the human. When she saw him, she began to panic. The water around him was already dyed a light pink from his blood. His clothes were not just ripped up, they had been cut to pieces by bullets that he had been unable to fully deflect or dodge, and while none of the wounds were serious by themselves, they were so numerous that they were almost literally allowing his life to flow out of him. She could only think of one person who had treated humans before, so she did the only thing she could think of, and teleported to the very land she was protecting, the Isle of Aedon.
She reappeared in a small, warmly lit cave. "Healer?" she called frantically, "I need your help!"
At the call, a pink, egg-shaped creature with two protrusions on the sides of its head that vaguely resembled curly hair, and a pouch with an egg in it shot out of a side tunnel and nearly tackled the mew to the ground. It was the island's healer, a blissey with an unusually stern personality. After a quick once-over, the blissey stood up and looked around. Almost instantly, she spotted the human lying not two meters from the mew. Only then did she realize where the crimson spots on the mew's fur, and the strong smell of blood emanating from them, came from. Her fear her hesitate for an instant, before the generally kind nature of her species overrode it, and she went over to examine him. After a few seconds, she turned to the mew and said, "Go clean up, you stink of blood."
"But-"
The blissey interrupted her. "In your current state, you'll be a nuisance. Go clean up and calm down and then come back."
The mew didn't argue; instead, she did as she was told, washing her fur in a nearby stream before returning to the healer. When she got there, she found the human's wounds bandaged, and let out a sigh of relief, an emotion that was cut short when she realized that the bandages were the shredded remains of his clothes. Then, her relief turned to embarrassment as her cheeks darkened with a blush, and she thought, "Well, now I know what gender he is." Indeed, his pelvis seemed to be the only area of his anatomy that was untouched by wounds, and the blissey had made no attempt to preserve his modesty.
The healer gave her no time to contemplate his body. "Now we just have to wait for your mother to decide what to do with him," she said.
"But she's gone exploring! Again! It could be months before she returns," the mew exclaimed.
"I highly doubt that," the healer replied.
"Why?"
"She's been behind you for the last five minutes." The mew slowly turned around.