A Mightyena Named Wolf
Disclaimer : I do not own Pokémon.
2009 Edit: I've come back and rewritten portions of the story. Brackets are speech in Pokémon language.
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Chapter 1: Banished
Weak… so weak…
The Mightyena cursed the rest of his pack.
So it was his fault that the Alpha got caught by some trainer, eh? He was almost caught himself, trying to save the Alpha! Maybe they just used it as an excuse to kick him out. They never seemed to like him anyway… but the pack could have just given a verbal goodbye. Why did it have to be a physical one?
He limped past a lake. Looking at the vast amount of clear water in front of him, he was reminded of his burning throat. He couldn't remember the last time he took a drink. He slowly walked up to the edge and bent down, lapping up the water quickly with his dry tongue. He barely got a few mouthfuls in when he was interrupted by a dose of Water Gun.
Growling, he turned towards the source of the attack. Standing a small distance away was an angry-looking Lotad.
"(So, back to add insult to injury, eh?)" the Lotad said in Pokémon language.
The Mightyena glared at the Lotad. "(What the heck are you talking about?)"
The Lotad looked positively mad at Mightyena's comment. "(Oh yes, you forget! Of course! You Mightyenas are all the same. Remember that time your pack invaded our lake? You injured more than twenty Lotads!)" the Lotad yelled. "(What your leader must have been thinking I don't know; to want to attack us who never did you harm…)"
"(Don't insult my alpha! He was sick that time, the Beta was the one who took things into his own hands… anyway, it's not my pack anymore.)"
"(Oh, they kicked you out, is it? Great! They'll fall apart soon, they will. Let me be the first to tell you that this whole forest would be looking forward to that day. Now, SCRAM!)" the Lotad gave another dose of Water Gun to the Mightyena.
The Mightyena yelped and ran off, hoping his feet will not fail him until he was safe again. He was still parched, but clearly, he was not welcome at the lake.
There was only one place he could run to now.
Not the forest; the Pokémon there hated him too. Not the city; he had memories of there enough to last his entire life.
The peak. He would be alone there, as he always was.
He slowly limped up to the top. From there, he could see the whole forest and lake. He could see the lights from Rustboro City. Most of the humans there must be sleeping comfortably in their homes, the Mightyena thought bitterly. They had no idea how cruel the outside world could be. He turned his head towards a huge mansion situated a little distance away from Rustboro City. Some have it lucky, he thought angrily. It just wasn't fair. He looked up at the sky. The moon was there shining in all its glory.
He was tempted to cry; a thing he had often done when he was still a wee Poochyena. He threw out all his emotions in a howl. He was always alone…
He told his story to the only one who would listen, the moon.
His father had died defending him from thugs. Normally people don't kill Pokémon, but…
He sighed. He hoped his father is in a beautiful place now.
The Mightyena howled again.
His mother had been captured by a trainer in order to buy time for him to escape. He has never seen her again since that day. He hoped his mother is well…
Nobody would befriend him even though he was in the pack. He was treated like an Omega behind the Alpha's back – always the outcast. The Alpha was the only one who treated him well, and for that, the Mightyena is grateful. And yet, look what happened in the end!
The Mightyena gave one last howl.
He knew he had no one in this world.
He only had himself.