Breaking Reality: Chapter 1

Me: Hey guys! Please keep in mind that this is my first fic. Don't expect too much from me, 'kay? ^_^ Also due to the fact that there's so much stuff in my head, I can't keep my ideas straight, so I might mess things up a bit. Just leave a comment or something notifying me, please.

?: Yep. But still… There's something missing here…

Me: Oh right! Thanks creepy person in the corner! *Holds up a whiteboard and begins to scribble on the surface*

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, companies, possible concepts that may have been used in other stories, or products in any way. I only have ownership (If you can call it that) of OC's.

Me: So how did I do? Is that enough? *Stares at the shadow in the corner of the room*

?: I guess… If you get arrested or get sued for some reason, it's not my problem. *Fades back into nothingness*

Me: Wha- *Looks flustered* Oh well… This will do I suppose… I promise this is probably the longest that these intro things get, so enjoy the story! *Winks and waves*

"I'm home!" I yelled out. "Typical." I smirked. There was never anyone home but me. When I was a kid, I always came home to a warm hug and a smile from my parents. Nothing too special about us, just your normal typical family. However, ever since I turned 10, my parents started to spend less and less time around the house. Worse, less time with me. Eventually, without much of their support, I became less and less attached to my family. I cut off all ties with my friends. At the age of 14, I was diagnosed with moderate depression and started to take counseling. It didn't help much, as far as I could tell. Eventually, it got to the point as to wearing complete black as opposed to my usual red or green. Social shutdown, I guess you can call it.

I locked the door behind me and I stepped into the small living room. It wasn't much, just a couch, an armchair, a small, black, wooden table and a TV mounted on the wall. Pulling the warm leather coat off of my shoulders, I sat down on the couch, hoisting my feet up onto the coffee table and switched the TV on.

Yawning, I finally stood up and shuffled over to my bedroom. My black iPhone now docked, playing a mix between Five Finger Death Punch, and Basshunter. I jumped on the bed, stretching my arms behind my head as I laid down. The previously white ceiling now bore a graceful, elegant dragon as of a yesterday. Since my parents never really stayed there anymore, I decided to give my room a bit more color. I loved to draw. Dragons, and people. I wasn't that good with people, but I took pride in my dragons. But, having no one to share them with, they ended up in a large binder that I marked "Private". Closing my eyes, I dreamed of being able to love someone.

And someone loving me back.

Opening my eyes, I stretched and turned, my back facing the wall. I glanced over my desk, which was pretty bland except for a piece of paper now stuck on the billboard. Grunting slightly, I stood up and brushed my ungodly mess of black hair to my right. My hair somewhat resembled something you would find in an anime. No matter what, I couldn't tame the beast on my head. Leaning over, I pulled the paper down and began to read what was scribbled so carelessly on it.

Dear Mark,

I hope you can forgive your father and I. We've thought about it for a while now, and we are moving to Britain to start a new family. A fresh start. Sorry, but you just weren't contributing to family like we hoped.

-Alexandra

That was it. No regrets, no… nothing. Not even a farewell gift or something to remember them by. The way she wrote it said something to me too. It was written in a sloppy manner, like it was written in a hurry as if someone had forgotten to do so.

"So that's how it's gonna be." I said calmly. To me, they left when I was 10. Looking back at the note, I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. I laughed at the fact that my mother had the guts to tell me that I wasn't contributing to the family. It struck me as ironic. I grinned, and pulled my old Nintendo DS. I had to get something off of my mind before I felt the urge of depression to slowly pull me back into the depths. I turned it on, and placed my old Pokémon Diamond in the slot.

I thought hard at what the future was to hold. I had to get a job, even though I was underage. I was tall enough to pass as a 16-year-old, and had the looks to pass as well. That was in the bag. I just needed a steady flow of money for the moment, to make sure that I would be able to live for a few years before getting a steady paying job. "Nah…" I breathed out loud. I would worry about that when the time came. Right now, all I cared about was Pokémon.

The game started out as it normally would, with the cheesy music in the background and the Pokémon logo popping up on the screen. Hitting start, I waited for a minute or two, which I acknowledged as strange. Usually the next menu pops up in an instant, if not a few seconds. Usually problems like these are signs that something's wrong. I restarted my game and the DS, but for some reason, the result was the same. I even did a quick search on Google to see if there was a forum post or something about this. But to my avail, no such luck. Shrugging it off, I continued and noticed something funky. The next menu had a strange option that I had never seen pop up in the game before.

ENABLE BREAK REALITY LINK: Y/N?

I hesitated for a moment. Usually, when something asks permission to enable a link, it sends or retrieves data from one thing to another. But this was a type of link I had never heard of before. Break Reality? What the hell was that?

Pros and cons waged war in my head. However, curiosity got the best of me as my stylus cautiously tapped the screen.

It was cold. I shivered, trying to warm my small body up again. Then again, it was winter in the northern part of the Sinnoh region. Not a good place for a small Kirlia like me. Walking towards the gate of the cage I was in, I glanced around to get a better feel for my surroundings. There were other small cages surrounding me as well. We all faced towards a central hallway or walkway. I winced as I realized how cold I had gotten again. Since I was still pretty young, my psychic powers had not yet been practiced much, and I could only warm up parts of my body at once. I slumped against the gate again, feeling exhausted.

"Well well well. What do we have here?" A gruff voice spoke out, causing me to jump and rush to the other corner of the cage, shrinking into a corner as far away as I could from the speaker. The man was a fat, ugly, and stinky looking piece of shit that I instantly realized poached Pokemon and threw away what he didn't need. Namely, the Pokémon itself. "Oh this little sweet girl will do just fine…" He growled, a spark of lust passing through his eyes. His grubby little hands reached up to the cage door and unlocked it, reached in and proceeded to pull me out.

I squealed in fear and tried my best not to get caught, but I eventually did. Panicking, I bit down on his fingers as hard as I could with whatever remaining strength I had left. Luckily, adrenaline pumped through my body giving me the extra boost I needed.

"SON OF A BITCH!" He screamed, dropping me down a good distance from the floor and clutched his hand, his eyes tearing up with pain. I landed in pain, as my leg took most of the damage and broke beneath me. Struggling to crawl away from the poacher, he realized what I was trying to do and slapped me hard across the cold stone floor. Grasping me with his good hand, the man hefted me up and slammed me down on a metal bed, using restraints to hold me down.

"You'll pay for what you did, you little cunt." He leered, turning his back on me as I struggled to get out of those stupid binds. He grinned as he spun back around, saw in one hand and knife in the other. "Oh you will pay…" he smiled sadistically, approaching slowly and laughing at my struggling body.

Taking the knife in both hands, he sliced my left shoulder, slowly and painfully, enjoying as I screamed in pain. With the saw in hand, he began to saw away at the red gem atop my head. Pain echoed through my brain. I was already suffering from a broken leg, a slice across my left shoulder and now this? This was unbearable! My wails echoed throughout the large room, death staking his claim on my body, agony pulling me to the depths of the unconscious.

I gave in.

I awoke to pain from the ordeal yesterday. That's right! Yesterday! I frantically rushed to find a mirror or piece of glass. I stared at my head, sadly. The beautiful red 'horn' on my head had been brutally cut off. And there was nothing I could do about it. The gem was not simply there for decoration. It was our heart, and our power. Without it, we simply could not survive. We weren't built for anything but that gem on our bodies. I paled in horror at what that meant.

I passed out.

My mother and father were always pleasant to be around when I was a child. I was the most precious thing to them, and they were to me too. We lived in peace and quiet in our little clan of Gardevoirs, Gallades, Kilaras, and Ralts. I thought that life for me was going to be smooth sailing from here, for several reasons. 1, my dad was an alpha, which meant that I would be living a life of luxury. 2, our clan was located near the river and countless berry bushes, which meant we could have all the food we wanted, and 3, I was loved. Or so I thought.

When I was around 5, my parents suddenly disappeared, and the clan would not tell me anything about it. Around 11, the village was caught in the middle of a wildfire and burned all our homes down as well as some of the other clanspeople that weren't so lucky. At 13, poachers came and kidnapped the rest of the clan, taking their horns and leaving them to rot on the road. I however, was carried to a large building which I assumed was a warehouse, which is where we were residing currently. I didn't feel angry to my parents leaving me, just hoping they were happy that their entire clan was about to become food for some other Pokémon.

I stared at the screen, still laying there on my back. I stared at the screen some more. Nothing happened. Sighing, I sat up on the bed and put the DS on the desk. Looks like the game was busted. Oh well. I can probably swap this one out for another at the game store. I slapped my face in realization. "Oh who am I kidding. Who would want a game that acted like this anyway?" I reached behind me to grab the DS, but felt my hand get sucked down by something.

"What the-" I started, turning to see what was happening. My hand was originally pressed against the screen, but slowly began to slip through. "GAH!" I cried, pulling my hand back. The screen was different this time. The top showed a picture of a Kirlia on the floor, shoulder cut and unconscious. Something was different about her, though. Her horns were cut brutally across her head, leaving a red stump behind.

"That's strange…" I thought. "Actually, it might be more that that. She might be seriously hurt." Taking a chance, I placed my hand on the bottom screen again, which was a lively shade of green. My hand pushed through the screen, and popped up on the top.

"Woah…" I whispered, eyes growing. I guess this is what the Break Reality Link was for. But still… It still bothered me that I had never seen this option before. Add that to the fact that there was no record or forum post about something like this happening before got me excited. I reached towards the Kirlia, and gingerly pulled her so that her back was on the ground and I could get a view of her face.

Tears streamed down her face, eyes squeezed shut. Her leg was at an awkward angle, looking broken. The poor thing. I instantly felt sorrow for her and anger towards whomever could have done that to her.

Then, she began to stir.

Hey guys! Chris Dragon here once more to say that I will be doing more of this obviously. I have a bunch of ideas for some stuffs that could happen, and I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do writing these. The next chapter is going to be written soon, so stay in tune if you want to see more of this!

Rated M for disturbing things, and possible lemons. Pokemon X Human. If you don't like that sort of stuff, don't read. Keep the flames to a minimum if possible. Thanks guys!

-Chris Dragon

Kirlia: Bye! See you next time! And make sure to leave a few comments on what Mr. Writer over here should improve on. Thanks!