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Author's Notes: This Chapter has practically NO violence and has a couple curse words. Read ONLY if you dont find that offensive. I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
Lives, many say, begin in this small, quant town called Pallet. At the one-hundred acre laboratory belonging to beloved Professor Samuel Oak, lights still shone brightly through the thick glass windows. However this particular evening, the rest of the citizens of Pallet Town chose to stay inside tonight and sleep, with rain falling from above. Lighting filled the heavens, traveling from cloud to cloud as it illuminated the sky. A cool breeze ran through the town, grabbing branches and leaves and carrying them through the air.
Sitting comfortably in his leather desk chair, Professor Oak glanced out his window and into the frantic weather outside. He brushed his hand through his light gray hair as he turned his attention towards his laptop that sat in front of him, his green eyes staring at the screen. It’s been a hard day for Professor Oak, still wearing his long white lab coat. Underneath was a plain red tee shirt and some long khaki pants, both were a little dirty from all his work today. Nervously tapping his feet against his mahogany computer desk, Professor Oak’s black loafers were leaving small dark marks on the desk’s legs. All the work the Professor has done in his years have really shown on his face, easily able to tell that he was well in his 60’s. Though he was very pale, he had a build that didn’t make you think twice about his skin color.
Professor Oak sat sleepily at his chair, startled when a sudden knock came from behind him. Turning his body towards the direction of the noise, the professor looked into the blue eyes of his assistant, Tracey Sketchum, as he brushed his black hair out of his pale face. It was parted down the middle of his head, sending hair straight down the sides.
“Professor, I’ve locked all the doors and checked on the Pokémon,” Tracey announced, his light green tee shirt ripped and wet, “I’m just gonna feed Venonat and the others and then go to bed.”
Professor Oak nodded, watching small drops of water fall from Tracey’s khaki shorts. He knew that look his young assistant was giving him from the doorway. He was worried. Don’t worry about me, child, worry about the world if my theory is correct, Professor Oak thought to himself, forcing a smile to his face.
“Thank you, Tracey,” Professor Oak said, turning back towards his laptop, “I’m just waiting on an e-mail, and then I’ll be in bed as well.” Professor Oak could feel the skeptical look Tracey was giving him from the other side of the room, his pale skin even paler since he was wet. Slowly, the door creaked closed behind him, leaving the professor alone in the room once again. Professor Oak was a world renowned Pokémon expert, specializing in the relationship between humans and Pokémon. As all in this magical world knew, Pokémon were creatures ranging in all shapes and sizes, both friendly and dangerous. People often pitted these creatures in battle, as some just kept them as pets. Professor Oak chose to study Pokémon instead of battle against them.
Slightly dozing off, Professor Oak’s computer finally started to beep. It had arrived. The message he had been waiting all night for had finally arrived. The moment of truth. Grabbing hold of his mouse, Professor Oak moved towards the blinking envelope at the bottom left hand side of the screen, clicking it twice. Waiting patently for it to pop up, Professor Oak thought back to his assistant, hoping he wasn’t rude to him. He was glad to have his young assistant. Tracey was in his late teens and could do things that he himself couldn’t do anymore. I’ll explain everything to him in the morning.
The message finally popped up. Professor Oak read it quickly, it was short and sweet. His worst fears had been confirmed. If they didn’t act quickly, their world was in trouble. He immediately printed out the message. I have to tell everyone at once. I have to tell-
THUMP.
“What in the world was that?” Professor Oak said to himself, standing from his computer and pushing his chair away nervously.
THUMP.
Professor Oak heard the noise again, now waiting anxiously for the letter to print. Hurry up!
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
He looked at the letter slowly printing out, often looking over his shoulder at the closed door. He knew it wasn’t Tracey making that noise because he would have immediately come back and apologized.
Someone else was in the lab.
The letter had finally finished printing and Professor Oak quickly snatched it and shoved it into his pocket. Careful not to make any noise, Professor Oak slowly moved to the door. He had to be careful, but quick. Surely Tracey had heard this too, and he didn’t want his young assistant to get into harms way. Professor Oak slowly turned the knob, the door sliding open.
Bad idea.
Professor Oak was now looking into the barrel of a gun, his attacker covered in black.
“Don’t move a fuckin’ muscle,” his attacker said, a black hood covering his face, “Put both your hands up and slowly exit the room.”
Professor Oak did what he said, his hoarse voice echoing in his mind. Step after step, Professor Oak was walking in front of this man, as three more hooded men joined them. Now they all had guns pointed to his face, with very little about them distinguishable in the darkness.
“Where’s Alpha 5?” the cloaked man behind him asked forcefully.
“He’s taking care of the loose end,” one of the men answered, putting out his gun and taking out a cigarette, “The young kid with the head band.” As the cigarette lit, Professor Oak was able to make out a black ‘D’ on the chest of each of his assailants.
“Put that goddamn thing out!” yelled the leader of the group, who was obviously the man with the gun to the back of his head. Sweat trickled down his face as he saw the man get rid of the cigarette.
“Wh…what do want with me?” Professor Oak asked, forcing himself to be brave.
“We don’t want anything to do with you. Our boss wants you alive, don’t ask me why,” one of the other men answered this time, as they approached a window, opening it quickly. Professor Oak knew what he had to do. He elbowed the man behind him and stuck both hands in his pockets, running back towards his office. He didn’t make it very far though as one of the men tackled him, forcing both his arms outward to protect his face from smacking the ground. They quickly lifted him up and dragged him back to the window. As they pushed him up and outside, he saw a small helicopter sitting there, and looking up at the sky, hoped that Tracey was alright.
Running through the wet streets of Pallet Town, Tracey Sketchum could barely hear a thing over the howling winds and pouring rain. He ran down the dark road towards the heart of the town, cursing himself for not grabbing one of his pokéballs as he jumped out of bed and out his window. He could see the town. The local police station. Getting closer. However, nature was not his friend tonight. A puddle got the best of him, forcing him to slip and fall flat on the ground. He struggled to get up, but slipped again. And just like that, he knew it was over. He turned his head to see the man that had been chasing him for a little more than a mile now. The man lifted a gun to Tracey, as the young boy closed his eyes in terror.
In the morning, people would go to Oak’s laboratory, but nobody would answer. In the morning, people would talk of a loud Pokémon flying above them, but nobody would have seen it. In the morning, people will talk about a gunshot they thought they heard last night. They would talk about this…because the body of a boy was found…
Prologue
Lives, many say, begin in this small, quant town called Pallet. At the one-hundred acre laboratory belonging to beloved Professor Samuel Oak, lights still shone brightly through the thick glass windows. However this particular evening, the rest of the citizens of Pallet Town chose to stay inside tonight and sleep, with rain falling from above. Lighting filled the heavens, traveling from cloud to cloud as it illuminated the sky. A cool breeze ran through the town, grabbing branches and leaves and carrying them through the air.
Sitting comfortably in his leather desk chair, Professor Oak glanced out his window and into the frantic weather outside. He brushed his hand through his light gray hair as he turned his attention towards his laptop that sat in front of him, his green eyes staring at the screen. It’s been a hard day for Professor Oak, still wearing his long white lab coat. Underneath was a plain red tee shirt and some long khaki pants, both were a little dirty from all his work today. Nervously tapping his feet against his mahogany computer desk, Professor Oak’s black loafers were leaving small dark marks on the desk’s legs. All the work the Professor has done in his years have really shown on his face, easily able to tell that he was well in his 60’s. Though he was very pale, he had a build that didn’t make you think twice about his skin color.
Professor Oak sat sleepily at his chair, startled when a sudden knock came from behind him. Turning his body towards the direction of the noise, the professor looked into the blue eyes of his assistant, Tracey Sketchum, as he brushed his black hair out of his pale face. It was parted down the middle of his head, sending hair straight down the sides.
“Professor, I’ve locked all the doors and checked on the Pokémon,” Tracey announced, his light green tee shirt ripped and wet, “I’m just gonna feed Venonat and the others and then go to bed.”
Professor Oak nodded, watching small drops of water fall from Tracey’s khaki shorts. He knew that look his young assistant was giving him from the doorway. He was worried. Don’t worry about me, child, worry about the world if my theory is correct, Professor Oak thought to himself, forcing a smile to his face.
“Thank you, Tracey,” Professor Oak said, turning back towards his laptop, “I’m just waiting on an e-mail, and then I’ll be in bed as well.” Professor Oak could feel the skeptical look Tracey was giving him from the other side of the room, his pale skin even paler since he was wet. Slowly, the door creaked closed behind him, leaving the professor alone in the room once again. Professor Oak was a world renowned Pokémon expert, specializing in the relationship between humans and Pokémon. As all in this magical world knew, Pokémon were creatures ranging in all shapes and sizes, both friendly and dangerous. People often pitted these creatures in battle, as some just kept them as pets. Professor Oak chose to study Pokémon instead of battle against them.
Slightly dozing off, Professor Oak’s computer finally started to beep. It had arrived. The message he had been waiting all night for had finally arrived. The moment of truth. Grabbing hold of his mouse, Professor Oak moved towards the blinking envelope at the bottom left hand side of the screen, clicking it twice. Waiting patently for it to pop up, Professor Oak thought back to his assistant, hoping he wasn’t rude to him. He was glad to have his young assistant. Tracey was in his late teens and could do things that he himself couldn’t do anymore. I’ll explain everything to him in the morning.
The message finally popped up. Professor Oak read it quickly, it was short and sweet. His worst fears had been confirmed. If they didn’t act quickly, their world was in trouble. He immediately printed out the message. I have to tell everyone at once. I have to tell-
THUMP.
“What in the world was that?” Professor Oak said to himself, standing from his computer and pushing his chair away nervously.
THUMP.
Professor Oak heard the noise again, now waiting anxiously for the letter to print. Hurry up!
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
He looked at the letter slowly printing out, often looking over his shoulder at the closed door. He knew it wasn’t Tracey making that noise because he would have immediately come back and apologized.
Someone else was in the lab.
The letter had finally finished printing and Professor Oak quickly snatched it and shoved it into his pocket. Careful not to make any noise, Professor Oak slowly moved to the door. He had to be careful, but quick. Surely Tracey had heard this too, and he didn’t want his young assistant to get into harms way. Professor Oak slowly turned the knob, the door sliding open.
Bad idea.
Professor Oak was now looking into the barrel of a gun, his attacker covered in black.
“Don’t move a fuckin’ muscle,” his attacker said, a black hood covering his face, “Put both your hands up and slowly exit the room.”
Professor Oak did what he said, his hoarse voice echoing in his mind. Step after step, Professor Oak was walking in front of this man, as three more hooded men joined them. Now they all had guns pointed to his face, with very little about them distinguishable in the darkness.
“Where’s Alpha 5?” the cloaked man behind him asked forcefully.
“He’s taking care of the loose end,” one of the men answered, putting out his gun and taking out a cigarette, “The young kid with the head band.” As the cigarette lit, Professor Oak was able to make out a black ‘D’ on the chest of each of his assailants.
“Put that goddamn thing out!” yelled the leader of the group, who was obviously the man with the gun to the back of his head. Sweat trickled down his face as he saw the man get rid of the cigarette.
“Wh…what do want with me?” Professor Oak asked, forcing himself to be brave.
“We don’t want anything to do with you. Our boss wants you alive, don’t ask me why,” one of the other men answered this time, as they approached a window, opening it quickly. Professor Oak knew what he had to do. He elbowed the man behind him and stuck both hands in his pockets, running back towards his office. He didn’t make it very far though as one of the men tackled him, forcing both his arms outward to protect his face from smacking the ground. They quickly lifted him up and dragged him back to the window. As they pushed him up and outside, he saw a small helicopter sitting there, and looking up at the sky, hoped that Tracey was alright.
Running through the wet streets of Pallet Town, Tracey Sketchum could barely hear a thing over the howling winds and pouring rain. He ran down the dark road towards the heart of the town, cursing himself for not grabbing one of his pokéballs as he jumped out of bed and out his window. He could see the town. The local police station. Getting closer. However, nature was not his friend tonight. A puddle got the best of him, forcing him to slip and fall flat on the ground. He struggled to get up, but slipped again. And just like that, he knew it was over. He turned his head to see the man that had been chasing him for a little more than a mile now. The man lifted a gun to Tracey, as the young boy closed his eyes in terror.
In the morning, people would go to Oak’s laboratory, but nobody would answer. In the morning, people would talk of a loud Pokémon flying above them, but nobody would have seen it. In the morning, people will talk about a gunshot they thought they heard last night. They would talk about this…because the body of a boy was found…
