He Who Has Power....(Part 6 is up now. C'mon and comment)

[RaccoonGoon]

Ok guys, here is the 2nd attempt at my Fan Fic, New title and slighty new wording, slight change in details. Any comments/pointers are great.

He Who Has Power.....​

Prologue Part 1

The cold stars hung in the chilled night air like frozen raindrops splattered across a black canvas. The stinging winds rushed past each bright dot as the scum in the city stirred.

Nobody noticed the lone figure standing against the tall Silph Co. building.

He was ragged and tired. His old tattered Military Jacket was halfway closed. His legs were covered by frayed jeans. Around his waist was a tan belt holding six baseball-sized orbs, those too old and worn.

Matted hair, rugged and tangled sideburns, and a scruffy 5 o' clock shadow cloaked his haggard face.

The 55 year old had gone on many adventures, made many mistakes, and had fought a great deal of Pokemon.

He looks into the bleak, dark sky and starts to fade back.

Fade back.

He was young, only 14 years old.

After two weeks away from home, a small settlement west of Pallet, he had become the Pokemon Champion of Kanto.

He was skilled and powerful, and also had a brave heart. He was nice enough, just a little dark. He kept to himself mostly, and was never very social.

A month after becoming the Champion he set his goals to the tropical Region of Hoenn. He had tasted victory, tasted the use of powerful Pokemon, and had seen how unified plans could overthrow a city in mere minutes.

Fade back.

The man coughs. He slowly looks down at his belt.

Six Pokemon almost made him the most powerful man in all the Regions...all the world....

Almost.

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So tell me what you think!

 

[JetStream]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Keep going. Mabye it could be a little longer.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Part 2: The Carvanha Redemption

The haggard man lifted his right arm to inspect his Military jacket.

He wondered why he still wore it. He hated the Military, he swore he would never wear it after he returned home. At the paramount of his master plan one of his goals was to abolish the Military.... So why?

He guessed that sort of thing happens after prison.

Fade back.

"JS #4" was patched onto the mans orange jumpsuit.

He was led down a dull brick prison wing into a tiny cell. The cramped room was cold and harsh, only fitting for this sinister man. Only a small rectangle allowed outside light to meander into the room.

The heavy door slammed closed behind him.

He turned around with a dark grin.

"As soon as I bust out of here, you and your tough Machoke are 'gonna be Aggron food."

"Pff. I wouldn't worry much about any of your Pokemon. They belong to the government now." one guard snorted and said.

The guards and Machokes walked off.

He gazed out of the small viewing window. He hated prison.

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The elevens years he spent in Carvanha Prison were....dull, to say the least.

Between horrid brawls with fellow inmates during rec. time and retelling of his past, all he had was all the time in the world to think.

"So you're the big, bad Sta-" one inmate began to ask him.

"Yeah, what of it?" He said, cutting the other off.

"That big Air-Ship you made....that thing killed my brothers when it sunk Sootopolis..."

The burly prisoner, easily twice the size of JS#4, started to withdraw a hand-made blade from his sock.

"Ever have anyone you love be shot to ashes, man? It's not a good feeling....."

"Well, I really don't know. I mean, if I was to get destroyed by an intense laser beam, I'm sure it wouldn't feel tickle, so I can only guess-"

JS#4 replied with a tone of sarcasm, watching the the other inmates anger start to build.

"I'm gonna punch in that smart-mouth of yours!"

He lunged foward, blade outreached.

He stepped to the right, causing the would-be shanker into a group of prisoners playing basketball.

"Watch it, punk ass little..." one of the men started as he pushed the prisoner away.

"You watch it, little bitch..."

JS#4 walked away laughing at the sound of punching and skin tearing.

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The next day, a guard and his Machoke escorted him out of his cell to the Office section of Carvanha Prison.

The Warden's Office.

He walked in, instantly smelling a rich wood-grain smell.

Sitting behind the large wooden desk sat a man wearing a grey suit, dark hair slicked foward.

"Mr.Stanson," started The Warden.

"I fully understand the weight of your crimes. You're one of the most skilled, powerful, and deadly men around. Those horrible deed you pulled years ago...."

Stanson sat in silence. No emotion. No remorse.

The Warden continued.

"All the illegal expiriments on Pokemon, that team you started...Team Scalas, was it?"

Silence.

"Hundreds of people and Pokemon. Slaughtered."

Silence.

"A criminal like you simply cannot be bought out of prison. Not without a favor in return."

Stanson and The Warden both leaned foward.

"If you enlist into the Military and serve for five years," The Warden cleared his throat.

"All of your criminal activity is erased for good. A Trainer such as you is a great asset."

Stanson continued to listen.

"So this is the deal, Jimmy-boy,"

Silence.

"You hand over all of your Pokemon to the Government and serve the Military for five years, and you end up a free, spotless man.. Take it or leave it."

Now, the silent prisoner replied.

"All my Pokemon? What about the six you detained when you caught me?"

The thought of them taking away the Pokemon he worked so hard for angered him. They were his tools, his weapons.

"Five of those six will be left in the care of Prof.Oak. Perhaps you know him from back home."

Stanson smirked.

"One of those Pokemon is allowed to be taken with you to aide in combat. Which one will it be?"

He let out a dark chuckle.

"Butterfree."

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The next day he was riding in the back seat of the escort car. He was going to the Registration camp.

He looks at the Military Jacket folded up next to him on the other seat. On the right shoulder a patch of a Pokeball inside a comical explosion is sewn on.

He would do as they wished for five years,risk his life for the people he tried to rule. But as soon as he was done fighting those silly battles, he would once again rise to power....

He was 29, a young punk, on the way to living hell.

Fade back.

27 years later, he stood up.

"Herm...I need a soda."

Stanson stands and walks to the bar across the street.

 

[Zekurom]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Alright, a few comments right off the top:

The cold stars hung in the chilled night air like frozen raindrops splattered across a black canvas.

If you're going to use description, it should make sense. The stars are cold?

He was ragged and tired. His old tattered Military Jacket was halfway closed. His legs were covered by frayed jeans. Around his waist was a tan belt holding six baseball-sized orbs, those too old and worn.

I'm sure "Military Jacket" shouldn't be capitalized.

Matted hair, rugged and tanled sideburns, and a scruffy 5 o' clock shadow cloaked his haggard face.

You mean "tangled".

The rest of it was good for a prologue.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Alright, a few comments right off the top:


If you're going to use description, it should make sense. The stars are cold?


I'm sure "Military Jacket" shouldn't be capitalized.


You mean "tangled".

The rest of it was good for a prologue.

Who says the stars have to look hot? You can't determine what makes sense inside the story if you're not the one who wrote it. When I see a star in the sky I see a little light speck that looks far away, not some giant fireball thats flaming like you. I don't want to go into a damn star debate right now, so back off my nuts.

I knew about the military jacket thing, I wanted it to say "Military Jacket". Thats why I left it like that. Grammar Nazi god, please have fucking mercy.

Allow me to fix that typo.


Thanks for reading and thanks for the comments.

 

[Zekurom]

Re: He Who Has Power....

...not some giant fireball thats flaming like you. I don't want to go into a damn star debate right now, so back off my nuts.
[...]
Grammar Nazi god, please have fucking mercy.

Whoa, I didn't mean to be harsh.

Allow me to elaborate on the star thing. I didn't mean that the stars in general are actually giant flaming balls and therefore should be represented as such - I was just pointing out that it didn't seem to make sense to call the stars cold because it wasn't necessary given that you describe the rest of the scene perfectly.

 

[Sky Master]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Keep going with the story I really like it.. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Thanks for reading Sky Master!

And Zekurom, let me apologize for that little outburst. I know you were just giving me pointers. I replied to that when I was on 3 hours of sleep, so I was a little grouchy. Sorry man, won't happen again.

 

[Zekurom]

Re: He Who Has Power....

And Zekurom, let me apologize for that little outburst. I know you were just giving me pointers. I replied to that when I was on 3 hours of sleep, so I was a little grouchy. Sorry man, won't happen again.

Eh, it's fine. I take these things pretty lightly anyway.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Thanks for being cool and all.

Part 3 should be up tonight.

Jabberwocky, by the time I get home and post Part 3, 3 hours will have passed, so don't worry.

 

[Wafflegurl]

Re: He Who Has Power....

This is great, I would love to read what happens next!

 

[Zekurom]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Jabberwocky, by the time I get home and post Part 3, 3 hours will have passed, so don't worry.

I think that if you're posting to put up a new chapter, the three-hour rule doesn't apply, as long as you're not putting your comments in one post and the chapter in another for the sake of increasing your post count.

The three hours is a guideline for posting consecutive chapters, and isn't meant to discourage double posting so much as it is to discourage posting multiple chapters all at once, because then it becomes hard to read and navigate through and, as the Iron Mask Marauder puts it, "cuts down on your potential readership".

For example, I wait at least 24 hours between updates when I have a backlog because my chapters are especially long.

*edit* Come to think about it, it's been three days since I last updated that thread. Hold up.

*edit2* It's been much longer than 3 hours now... and I've caught another spelling mistake.

He looks at the Military Jackey folded up next to him on the other seat.

Should be "Jacket". ;-)

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Part 3: Trench Terror.

"Give me a soda." Stanson told the bartender.

He looked around the bar. Some Bikers playing pool. A man, face in hands, sobbing at a table. A Young Couple sitting at a booth, talking about trivial things.

He took a sip of his soda and blinks.

Fade back.

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He was standing in front of his wooden bunk along with 19 other men in Unit #4. All of them were young, in uniform, and had a single Pokeball clipped on the green belts around their waists.

The door swung open with a clatter. A tall, thick man slowly walked down the barracks.

He strode down the row of men, looking each Cadet in the eye. The name plate pinned to his jacket read "Sgt.Beach."

"Welcome to Unit #4, you weaklings."

Everyone stood still. His voice was brash and loud, almost like he was mad at something.

"Today is introductions. My names Beach. You shall call me Sgt.Beach. Now then, you, at the end, whats your name?"

A slighty plump Cadet stepped foward and exploded-

"My name is Timmy and I like ice cream and taking walks on the beach and my Munchlax and-"

The other men started to laugh, Stanson included.

"Awright! Stop that yappin'! Calm down!"

The room fell deadly silent.

"Ok Cadets, if you want to play games, we'll play games. Out to the yard! Go! Go!"

Unit #4 moved out the door.

"Line in formation, Cadets! All of you!" Beach yelled out to the scrammbling men.

"When I call your name, step foward and introduce your Pokemon."

The men settled in 4 rows of 5.

"Ok....Hill! Step up!"

A plain looking man stepped foward.

"Ok, lets show 'em, Arbok!"

The mighty Poison Type was releashed in a vibrant flash of light.

"This guy will poison the enemy and cruch 'em! Show 'em Arbok!"

The Poison Type leaped up, cracked it's tail, and dove down to the hard ground. With a "ZOT" it bit into the earth using it's sharp fangs, leaving two large puncture holes.

Beach wrote a few notes on his clipboard.

"The enemy will have tons of Poison Types. Ok...next is....Letron! Your turn!"

Timmy, the one from before, stepped up.

"Ok, this is my Pokemon!"

He releashed a Munchlax, who commenced to stand there to soak in the sun.

"This little guy can run and kick and bite and fly and eat and poop and-"

Again, the men started to laugh.

"Ok, ok! Zip it! Stupid little....ok! Up next is.....Stanson!"

Stanson walked before the men of Unit #4.

"The Pokemon I chose," he started to say "Is my Butterfree."

He threw out Butterfree, who streched it's wings after being stored for so long.

"Freee-ee free!" It chimed around Stanson's head.

The others exploded in laughter.

"Hahaha! That must be our secret weapon!"

"Yeah! Who let a girl in the Military?"

The insults increased. Stanson just stood there. Waiting.

Beach stepped in.

"All right, you maggots, enough! You, Wesstle, if you're going to talk, back it up in a battle."

The cocky Cadet smirked.

"Easy win, easy win..." Wesstle said as he stepped up to battle Stanson.

Beach blew his whistle.

"Begin!"


Wesstle sent out a Magmortar, a titan compared to Butterfree.


"Ok Magmortar, toast that silly Bug Type!"


A jet of orange flames shot out of the Fire Types right hand.


Stanson, with hands in pockets, replied-

"Butterfree, dodge."​

The Bug/Flying Type fluttered up into the air, avoiding the fire.

"Now, use Sleep Powder."

A fine green powder shot from the wings of Butterfree.

"Magmortar, get outta the way!"

Wesstle commanded, but it was too late, as the powder settled right on the big Pokemons face.

Magmortar slummped to the ground, snoring.

The others started to murmer, a few laughs.

"Augh! Wake up!"

Stanson shifted is hands.

"Now, use Psybeam!"

A beam of Psywaves shot from Butterfree's forehead, making contact with the snoozing Magmortar.

The Fire Type was pushed back a few feet, letting out a painful grunt, still fast asleep.

"Augh! Wake up! Wake up!"

Wesstle's yelling did nothing to awake his Pokemon, or stop the multiple other Psybeams from hitting Magmortar.

The others were cheering now. Finally, the Magmortar slowly stood, dazed...and Confused.

"Aha! Ok Magmortar, attack again!"

The blundering Pokemon stood there a second, then swung its huge arm upward and hitting itself in the face. Being weak from the multiple Psybeams, it was instantly knocked out.

The others cheered louder.

"Blast it! Argh!" Wesstle scowled.

Beached silenced the men.

"Ok men, good battle. To the mess hall!"​

As they walked Stanson was given pats on the back. Then Timmy Letron walked up to him.

"Golly gee! That was a clever plan! One time me and my Munchlax went to the restroom and ate all the-"

It was his first day in the Military. 5 wasted years of his life were ahead, and he hated it.

Fade 4 months later.

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"Retreat men! Fall back! Go! Go!"

Every known physical move was being fired towards them. Stanson and others ran down the trenches, avoiding all kinds of brutal attacks from enemy Pokemon.

He passed Hill, just standing there, shuddering.

"Hill, we 'haffa fall back! We-"

Hill cut in.

"M-my Arb-bok...can't leave without him..."

"Look, Hill, we have to-"

"C-can't....h-he's back a ways....."

Stanson looked at Hill's leg. It had been hit with a Pin Missle attack, blood coming from his knee.

Stanson sighed.

"Stay here, stay low."

He ran off back to the trenches. Hill slumped to the ground.

Back aways Stanson found a horrid sight-

Hill's Arbok was pinned to a wall by a Rhydon, who's horn had punctured Arbok's soft stomach. Arbok was writhing in pain trying to escape, while Rhydon drilled in harder.

"Mother-" was all Stanson could say as he released Butterfree.

"Ok, use Psybe-"

Before he finished, a Voltorb dropped from the sky and began to glow.

"AHH!"

He and Butterfree jumped back as the Voltorb used Explode, sending earth into the sky.

He looked up, and saw a smoldering hump in the shape of Arbok, limp.

The Rhydon was on fire and stomping around. Through the ringing in his ears he heard a muffled "....Voltorb air drop raid!!..."

Stanson stood up.

"B-Butterfree, lets go...."

The two ran for the escape craft, dodging exploding Voltorbs as the explosions were getting closer.

He stopped and picked up Hill, and managed to make it to the helicopter as it took off.

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In the air, 12 of the 20 men of Unit #4 sat.

Of the 20 Pokemon, 18 were there.

Beach tended to removing the war mask from his Rapidash, wiping off ash and blood stains.

As the medics worked on the injured, Hill pulled Stanson close to his face.

Between painful gasps he asked

"I-is my Arbok ok?"

He took a breath.

"He..couldn't make it. I'm sorry Hill..."

The injured troop looked away and let go of Stanson.

"D-damn it...."

Stanson looked at the hurt, tired men in the helicopter with him, running away weak.

He hated it. All of it.

The blades of the chopper whirred on to the next battle.

Fade back.

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Stanson finished off his soda. He rubbed his old scar.

He ordered another drink, this one to remember the time before jail...before the military.....

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Time for some Bios!

Jim S. Stanson.

Current Age: 55
Main six Pokemon:

-Charizard
-Swampert
-Butterfree
-Jolteon
-Aggron
-Persian

Personality: Dark humored. Thinks of Pokemon as tools to gain power other than partners. Not very social. Skilled in Pokemon training and Pokemon battles. Loves to suprise his oppenents by doing something crazy.(Part 4, you'll see. Or look at the 1st try at this Fan Fic.)

Family members: Mother, Maria Stanson. Wife, information to come. Son, information to come.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....

Part 4: He Who Has Power...

"I'll have me another, bartender." Stanson said, handing the bartender his glass.

He wanted to remember his origin, his starting point.

Wanted to remember a time before he became totally ruthless.

Before the Sinnoh Affairs, before the so-called "crimes", before the Air-Ship....

Through his life, he had many adventures. Of all those adventures he had one goal: Obtain power.

Being power hungry and cold, he never made many friends through his journey. In fact, he only had one true friend, and she had stayed in Pallet when he started his adventure long, long ago.....

Fade Back.


Jim, 4 years old, sat in front of the tree in the end corner of his back yard. Everyday, he would watch a small Weedle go about it's business among the grass. His mother would never notice, as she was too busy working or cleaning the house.

Just him, that Weedle, and all the time in the world to think.

Then one day, a girl crept past a loose plank in the fence. She was brunette, light eyes, and had a pleasent smile.

"Hey there, mind if I sit here and watch with you?" She asked Jim with a smile.

"Um...sure."

She plopped down on the warm grass beside him.

"I never see you at the swings with the other kids."

She told him.

"Thats because other kids are......stupid."

He replied without expression.

"Oh...you should't think that." She said, looking confused.

Jim, even at 4, hated talking with strangers. Even more so if the stranger was some kid that snuck into his back yard.

"You're different, you're not like other kids. You just sit here and watch this same Weedle, everyday."

She said, trying to make some small talk.

"And you're some girl who likes to talk to people that don't like you. Go away." He snapped back.

"Oh."

She stood up, frown covering her soft face.

"Ok, bye."

And with that, she went home.

"Sheesh...."

The next day, at the same spot, she came back.

"Hey! How is Weedle doing today?" she asked with a smile.

"He's good. What do you want?" He asked, annoyed.

"We didn't exchange names yesterday."

"Oh."

"I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Jim."

Melissa held out her small hand.

"Eh..nice to meet you..." He shook her hand.

She giggled.

Melissa continued to go to Jim's back yard everyday to watch Weedle with him, and in time the two began talking as friends, close friends. Jim wouldn't talk to other kids, but he would make jokes with Melissa anytime.

She was nice, kind, happy...why she chose to spend her time with a dark, cold, dull kid like Jim was beyond him.

Fade 10 years later.

The two were sitting as they always had, watching the same, small Weedle.

The Bug Type was munching on grass that summer evening.

Jim and Melissa were watching, talking about the day as they always had, when the event that would set Jim on his journey took place.

A wild Pidgey swept down to the yard, snatched the Weedle up, and flew off towards the setting sun.

All within 4 seconds.

Melissa let out a gasp.

"Our little friend...gone. After all those years, gone like that......"

She began to tear up, her soft eyes getting wet.

"Yeah...poor little thing..."

All Jim could do was sit there, looking at where the Weedle used to be, and pat Melissa's back.

Seeing her tears and the Weedle, tooken away forever,unlocked something deep inside him he always knew to be true.

Power is everything.

That Pidgey had the power to snatch up that Weedle.

Weedle didn't have the power to stop it nor fight back.

And he didn't have the power to change anything from it.

Power.

Power causes everything to happen as it does.

Power made Melisssa cry.

Some unknown power made Jim anti-social and cold at a young age.

He who has power, has control to change.

Change everything.

Power. What Jim needed.

"Well...at least we got to watch it all these years...right Jim?" She said, finishing her sobbing.

"Y-yeah... at least."

The two sat there, thinking of what ot say next.

The next day Jim went and talked to Prof. Oak and applied for his Trainers licesence.

After being approved by Oak, Jim chose his Starter, his first tool in gaining power.

"My grandson, Blue, already chose Squirtle a few weeks back, so you can either choose Charmander, the Fire Type, of Bulbasuar, the Grass Type."

The Prof. held out two baseball-sized capsules.

Jim didn't have to think twice.

"Charmander."

Releashing his Charmander from the glossy, red and white Pokeball for the first time was pure pleasure.

The orange skin, the deep eyes, the ever-burning tail- Charmander was his Pokemon, a Pokemon he would enjoy training, enjoy making stronger...enjoy making Powerful.

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Fade 41 years later.

Stanson finishes his soda.

He gazes out a window, looking right at Silph Co. HQ.

Thats where Stanson tasted real power, and where the 4 year old Jim became a thing of the past.

Fade back.

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"Ahahaha....very good, young Trainer. You've managed to take out all my Grunts"

The man in the sharp, black suit stood from his place from behind the desk.

"Tell me, whats your name?"

Jim stood in silence, waiting for a battle.

"Ah, I see....Very well then. My Grunts may be beaten by a mere child, but I, the mighty Giovanni, shall crush you! Kangaskhan, go!"

The man with the evil grin releashed the powerful Normal Type.

Jim tossed out his Persian.

"Feh, what a weak Pokemon. Only the strong, rare Pokemon matter! Kangaskhan, Dizzy Punch!"

The large Pokemon charged at Persian, arm outreached, fist buzzing.

Now, Jim spoke-

"Persian, dodge it."

The limber cat-like Pokemon bounced above the Kangaskhan right as it reached Persian. With a target no longer in sight, the Kangaskhan smashed into the wall, creating a large dent.

"Now, use Hyper Beam."

Persian landed, faced the apposing Pokemon, and releashed a powerful blast of energy from it's mouth.

The raw power swallowed the Kangaskhan, and blasted it through the wall, causing it to fly from the top floor of the Silph Co. building several city blocks away.

A trail of smoke trailed behind the smoldering wreck as it splattered against the street.

Giovanni let out a laugh.

"Ahah. Well played, young Trainer. Why is it that a boy with such talent and skill isn't using his power for self gain?"

Still, Jim was silent, patting his Persians head as smoke billowed from it's mouth.

"Feh."

Giovanni rubbed a "R" symbol patched on his suit's pocket.

"We could use a Trainer like you in Team Rocket. Imagine, me and you could rule the whole region...nothing would stand in our way!"

Jim spoke.

"Sorry, if I was to join any criminal gang, I would want a strong leader."

"Ah,a wise guy, eh? Heh. Whoever you are, we shall meet again, count on it."

And with that, Giovanni darted to a warp panel, vanished, before the panel exploded into a ple of rubbble.

"Charizard, lets get out of here."

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As he was flying over the city he noticed his handiwork.

Shattered windows, bent supports beams, and large holes decorated Silph Co. HQ.

Rocket Grunts were being arrested.

A smoldering, burnt Kangaskhan was being lifted into a special kind of body bag.

All of this....thanks to power.

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Fade 41 years.

Stanson leaves the bar and starts to walk toward the Magnet Train Station.

"Better go talk to him...."

 

[Wafflegurl]

Re: He Who Has Power....(Part 4 up now. C'mon and comment)

There are quite a few typos in that. You should really fix it.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....(Part 4 up now. C'mon and comment)

There are quite a few typos in that. You should really fix it.

Part 3 and 4? Ok, went back to edit. Did I fix all the errors?

And thanks for reading!

 

[Lugion]

Re: He Who Has Power....(Part 4 up now. C'mon and comment)

Better, man. Just remember, people criticizing your work are more often than not trying to help you become a better writer.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....(Part 4 up now. C'mon and comment)

Gotcha Lugion, I'll remember that.

And thanks for reading!

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Re: He Who Has Power....(Part 5 is up now. C'mon and comment)

Part 5. Passing Time.


It is Spring, 1998.

Young Jim is exploring his back yard, and finds a Weedle.

It is May 14, 2007.

Stanson is the victor, smirking at Giovanni in his own Gym. Giovanni is ashamed, angry, and the loser in it all.

It is July 27, 2008.

Atop of Mt. Chimney, Stanson and his Swampert watch a red haired middle-aged man fall to the lava below, until he is engulfed into the raging heat.

He feels no remorse, no guilt or shame.

It is September, 2011.

He and Cyrus fight atop Mt. Coronet as Diagla watches, time tearing apart.

It is April 12, 2012.

He dawns the black uniform for the first time, the large red "R" on the front. He walks up to the podium with pride,and looks down upon the construction of a large, metal flying-machine, all taking place deep below Sinnoh.

It is Midnight,August 13, 2012.

He sits in the command hub as Eterna Forest goes up in flames. A sinister smile covers his face.

It is Summer, 2015.

Stanson is being pounded on by two other inmates, much larger than he is. He feels each powerful jab in his side, but feels no pain. He only feels the need to escape and be free.

It is October 23, 2021.

He is thigh deep in thick, swampy water. He fights off enemy Pokemon attacks, but is caught off guard by the ripping Slash of a Scyther. A deep cut runs down his chest. Blood pours out as he grabs hold of the blade-like forearm of the Pokemon and snaps it in two. He falls back, and with pure rage, slaughters the Scyther with it's own appendage.

No remorse.

It is Fall, 2024.

A 39 year old Stanson walks into to Pallet Town, 25 years after starting his journey. He sets down his bag and pack in hallway to go hug his mother.

It is Spring, 2025.

Melissa cries, screaming about what a cruel person he is. He could care less. Cyrus taught him that emotion will never get you power.

He stands there, watching her soft eyes get wet. Each drop is like a silent bomb, destroying the friedship the two shared.

He walks away.

It is March 4, 2030.

He is married and living in Sinnoh. His warm wife is laying beside him, asleep, as he gazes out the window into the endless night.

It is May, 2032.

He holds his son in his arms, and a grin grows on his face. No hate or malice brings the new fathers mood down.

He, after all this time, is happy.

It is Febuary, 2042.

Stanson dawns his old gear and sets up another base near an unknown lake and prepares to rebuild Team Scalas.

It is Summer, 2048.....

Stanson sits, drinking his soda, running the dates through his mind again and again.

Each event burned into his mind, never fleeting, forever glowing.

Stanson snaps back to the present right as the ticket to Johto is handed to him.

He hands it to the man in a blue uniform and boards the Magnet Train.

The train was eerily empty, save for a young girl, fiddling with her cell phone, an old man, reading a newspaper, and a hobo, passed out near the rear end of the train.

He takes a seat. It was now early morning, the sun's light rays begenning to peek over the horizon. He would arrive in Johto around 5:30 in the morning.

He sighs. He hated train rides, and didn't really like the Johto Region either.

One last passenger busstles onto the train. The kid looked to be about in college. He darted around the train, looking for a good seat, but his nerves finally made him sit down next to Stanson.

"Um, mind if I sit here?" He asked between jitters.

"Go ahead."

The Magnet Train slowly lifted a few inches, and zoomed out of the Station, engine buzzing.

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"We're halfway to Johto. We hope you enjoy the rest of your trip aboard The Magnet Train!"

The intercom clicked off.

The young man seated next to Stanson had dozed off around Tojo Falls. An old photograph slid from his pocket.

Stanson took the photo and examined it.

It was the boy and a Sandslash, Exploud, Golem, and Absol.

"Odd." Stanson thought. The boy had no Pokeballs with him, he didn't even have a bag.

Why would some kid carry around some old photo of Pokemon, but not have the actual Pokemon? It was stupid.

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"Welcome to Johto! Please ride again!"

The intercom again clicked off as people departed and boarded the train.

Stanson streched and yawned. He needed some sleep.

He steps outside into Goldenrod.

"Feh." He said aloud.

"Lousy city...."

He walks down the empty black streets, the sun slowly rising.

A sound from behind causes him to look back.

A group of four men were mugging the young man from the train. Two holding his arms, one punching him in the ribs, one searching for his wallet.

"Not my problem. Kid should'a brought his Pokemon."

He was about to turn away when an image of his son flashed in his mind. He ignored it, until the imaage of burly prisoners, fists covered in blood, flashed in his mind.

He didn't want to turn around and face the muggers, didn't want to fight them, (although he was sure he could win), but the images in his head compelled him to.

"Hey, fag-meats! Leave that kid alone!"

He yelled, walking up to the scene.

They let go of the man and started to laugh. The biggest one stepped foward.

"Shut up before we break you, old man."

Stanson smirked.

"Try it. I just dare you...."

The air was silent and still.

Stanson reached for his Pokeball.

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Sorry for the lack of action, there will be some in Part 6!


Also- could somebody double check to see if my dates add up right if he (Stanson) started when he was 14, and is 55 now? Thanks.

And thanks to all for reading.

 

[Zekurom]

Re: He Who Has Power....(Part 5 is up now. C'mon and comment)

Well, he's 14 when he defeats Giovanni...