Behold foolish mortals!!! My first fanfic! Marvel at it's awesomeness!!! Ok, not that that's over, this is a drama/thriller whatever you want to call it fanfic. Mostly because I am terrible at writing humor. And apparently also at including pokemon in pokemon stories..... I will try to include some more in the next chapter. So, without out further ado I present to you, Final Salvation.
Timothy stared at the ceiling above his bed, listening to raindrops splashing against the roof. He turned over, watching his Espeon sleep in its bed, all curled up, breathing calmly. How could it be so peaceful in a time like this, in which their lives could be cut short at any given moment? In which everyday was a struggle to stay alive? He sighed, and turned back towards the ceiling. Maybe that was why pokemon were stronger then humans, because they possessed the determination needed to get things done, no matter what happens along the way.
Listening to raindrops splashing against the roof, Timothy remembered a time when things were better, a time when he didn't live in a shack, a time before the Horsemen appeared. The Four Horse Men of the Apocalypse. A fitting name for ones who brought so much destruction. Ever since they began their rise to power things had been bad. Their vast army committed unthinkable acts against humanity. But then they launched their final attack, plummeting the world into a nuclear holocaust, destroying modern civilization as we know it, and reducing this once beautiful planet into a wasteland. Timothy sighed. If there is a god, why does he allow such things to happen? Why does he allow his followers to be blown away like leafs in the wind? Why does he allow such beings to throw away the future of a promising teenager, who now spends his days working for hours on end, risking his life to hunt wild creatures just to get a decent dinner, which most would consider mere scraps? All these things went through Timothy's head as he lay there, listening to raindrops splashing against the roof, just as he did every night.
Not bad if I say so myself! And that's only the beginning... There is much more action to come. So stay tuned for the next installment of Final Salvation!
Timothy stared at the ceiling above his bed, listening to raindrops splashing against the roof. He turned over, watching his Espeon sleep in its bed, all curled up, breathing calmly. How could it be so peaceful in a time like this, in which their lives could be cut short at any given moment? In which everyday was a struggle to stay alive? He sighed, and turned back towards the ceiling. Maybe that was why pokemon were stronger then humans, because they possessed the determination needed to get things done, no matter what happens along the way.
Listening to raindrops splashing against the roof, Timothy remembered a time when things were better, a time when he didn't live in a shack, a time before the Horsemen appeared. The Four Horse Men of the Apocalypse. A fitting name for ones who brought so much destruction. Ever since they began their rise to power things had been bad. Their vast army committed unthinkable acts against humanity. But then they launched their final attack, plummeting the world into a nuclear holocaust, destroying modern civilization as we know it, and reducing this once beautiful planet into a wasteland. Timothy sighed. If there is a god, why does he allow such things to happen? Why does he allow his followers to be blown away like leafs in the wind? Why does he allow such beings to throw away the future of a promising teenager, who now spends his days working for hours on end, risking his life to hunt wild creatures just to get a decent dinner, which most would consider mere scraps? All these things went through Timothy's head as he lay there, listening to raindrops splashing against the roof, just as he did every night.
Not bad if I say so myself! And that's only the beginning... There is much more action to come. So stay tuned for the next installment of Final Salvation!
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