Christmas Eevee
The Christmas shoppers
bustled in and out of the stores, intent on getting their shopping done before
the shops closed for the night. The date was 19th of December, and
each shop displayed signs emblazoned with various ways of saying “SALE!” Unnoticed by the people, an Eevee threaded
its way through their legs, looking for scraps of dropped food whilst avoiding
their feet. She spotted a nearby bin outside McDonalds, overflowing with
tasty-looking morsels of food. She bounded towards it, so intent on her goal
she didn’t notice the large, fat man coming her way. She squealed in pain as he
stepped on her tail. He barely spared her a glance before hurrying onwards,
looking forward to a meal and a warm bed. The Eevee nursed her tail and wished
bitterly that she also had a home to go to. After licking her wounds (so to
speak) she moved towards the bin again, this time keeping a wary eye out for
passing humans who would pose her danger. Upon reaching the receptacle, she
jumped inside and searched through the rubbish for something edible. She didn’t
notice the band of Rattatas and Raticates who were growling and advancing
quietly upon the unfortunate Eevee. As one, they pounced, pinning Eevee
underneath their sharp claws. The leader of the pack, a battle worn Raticate,
stepped forward.
“What are you doing in OUR dustbin?” He hissed. Eevee whimpered
quietly as their claws dug into her skin.
“I’m sorry!” She gasped “I’m really sorry!” The Rattatas and
Raticates looked at one another, grinning evilly. The leader of the pack held
up a claw.
“We have no choice but to eject you from OUR dustbin!” He sneered.
The pokemon hefted the Eevee onto their scrawny shoulders and threw her out of
the receptacle.
“And don’t come back!” One shouted. They guffawed with mirth and
disappeared back into the filth. The scared and dirtied Eevee got to her paws
and scowled at their retreating backs.
“You’re just disgusting filth!” She shouted, sticking her tongue
out at them. She ran off into the darkness as several Rattatas poked their
heads over the top of the bin and gave chase. Squealing in fear, she put on an
extra burst of speed and was swallowed up by the shadows which were elongating
as the sun set to the west. The Rattatas looked around for a moment before
heading back the dustbin.
Chapter Two
Eevee ran on for a bit
until she looked back and saw the other pokemon weren’t following her. She
slowed down a little and relaxed slightly. She wandered the streets for a
while, looking out for dropped food that hadn’t been pecked to bits by Pidgey
and Spearow. She finally came across one of her favourite shops, a bakery. The
owner was very nice and usually gave her spare icing and marzipan. She went
round the back to the tradesmen’s entrance, and nudged the door open with her nose
and disappeared inside.
Once inside, she shook the
stray snowflakes away and made her way toward the front of the shop. Only one
person passed her, a young man wearing faded jeans an overlarge sweater to keep
out the little cold let in from the door. Upon seeing her, he picked her up
gently and carried her to the counter, where he spoke for a moment to the nice
lady working the till. Eevee knew the lady well; she was the one who gave her
spare food. The woman smiled, and, being as gentle as she could, plucked Eevee
from the man’s arms and cooed at her. She carried her to the room where they
make the cakes, which was full of the warm, comforting smell of fresh cakes and
bread. Setting her down on a box, she bustled off to find some extra food.
Eevee relaxed and looked around. She was in a storeroom which would be
unrecognizable as a bakery storeroom if it weren’t for the smell. It was full
of boxes just like the one she was resting on, in all sorts of shapes and sizes.
Every now and then, there was a shout from the shop like “2 loaves of
Wholemeal!” or “6 packs of cupcakes please, we’ve run out up here!” Eevee
smiled inwardly, she was home.
Chapter three
Suddenly, there was a
scream from the shop and a command of “PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, THIS THING’S
LOADED!” There was a loud bang, and something silvery shot past Eevee and
embedded itself in a box of ‘Mother Pride’s Fresh Baked Bread! Taste the
quality!’ Jumping to her paws, Eevee leaped off the box and ran to the shop
front. A man wearing a balaclava and a black jumper and jeans, clutching a gun,
was shouting instructions at the man at a till. Shaking violently, the man at
the till opened the money compartment and took out a fistful of notes. The
balaclava man grabbed them and slowly backed towards the door. Suddenly, the
man who had found Eevee in the storeroom produced a pokeball and threw it,
shouting “Go! Hitmonchan, I choose you!” The fighting Pokemon appeared in a
flash of white light and threw a few punches at the air. The balaclava man
immediately turned the gun on Hitmonchan, and, squeezing the trigger, shouted
“Eat lead!” The bullets hit the Hitmonchan in each shoulder. Crying out in
pain, he slumped to the floor.
“No! Hitmonchan, get up!” cried the man in desperation “Please
Hitmonchan!” The balaclava man laughed evilly. It was at that moment when Eevee
snapped. She had had enough of this. Screaming a battle cry, she leaped forward
and clawed at balaclava man’s face. It was now his turn to scream in pain,
trying to bat Eevee away with the butt of his gun. While he was distracted, the
woman who was Eevee’s friend crawled to the phone and dialed 999. Eevee was
seeing red, letting her natural instincts dodge the gun while she attacked.
Chapter four
Before long, the police
arrived and took the man into custody. It turned out the police had been
searching for him for a while. They thanked the woman for catching him.
“Oh no, I couldn’t take credit for that!” She insisted “You should thank my little friend Eevee for
stopping him!” Eevee jumped into her arms as she spoke and smiled at the
officers.
“Thank you Eevee!” One said, patting her head.
“Yes,” Chimed in the other “Thank you Eevee!” Stroking her gently.
She preened under the affections.
Meanwhile, the store
assistant who’s Hitmonchan had been injured was demanding of the Chansey how
his Hitmonchan was.
“He’ll be just fine!” Insisted an irritated Nurse Joy “Now please
stop harassing my assistant’s!”
“I’m sorry,” He said apologetically, smiling at the Chansey’s and
Nurse Joy “It’s just that I’m so worried about him…” He trailed off, glancing
at the nearby Pokemon Centre. Nurse Joy patted his arm reassuringly.
“He’ll be just fine.” She repeated “Just fine.”
Chapter five
When all the policemen had
gone home and the shop had closed. Eevee turned to go.
“Oh no dear!” Said the shop owner, picking up the Eevee “You’re
coming home with me! We couldn’t have Christmas without you!” Although Eevee
only vaguely understood what she said, she was astounded by what she heard.
“Ee! Eevee!” She squealed, wiggling happily in the woman’s arms.
The woman laughed, and, carrying Eevee, they set off toward her house.
‘I really did get my Merry Christmas!’ Eevee thought as she
drifted off into a deep sleep in the woman’s arms, dreaming peacefully.