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So, a bit of background info. This fanfic is set 25 years after Red and Blue. It takes place in the region of Aegia and follows the adventures of Luke, Erik, and Jill. I'm gonna be using the original Pokemon I've come up with, and I'll be compiling a Pokedex of sorts as the story goes on to try and clear up any confusion. Also, I'm gonna rate it PG-13 cause there'll be a fair amount of language, violence, and romance.
Without further ado, here's the first chapter. (Comment and rate!)
Chapter 1
Luke
“Luke! Get in here, now!” I turned around to see my brother’s pudgy silhouette waving at me from a couple blocks away. Fat ass. It wasn’t like I was gonna get anything done anyway, so I picked up my fishing pole and jumped the gap between the empty dock and the concrete wharf, sending up a cloud of dust where I landed. He shouted my name again.
“Shut up, I’m coming,” I called back, jogging down the oily service road to the front porch, which Erik had already left. I peered inside the house to see him crouched on the sofa, glued to a news report on our dinky TV set. “If this is another one of your—” I started, but then cocked an ear to the words coming out of the single working speaker.
“. . . Aegia police stationed around Silenoz Regional Correction Center have already taken four Team members into custody, all of whom still refuse to cooperate. So far, since we can only estimate how many Rockets are flying south and where exactly their destination is, authorities cannot organize an evacuation at this time. Chief, I’m going to hand it over to you after this break.” I turned to stare at Erik, whose eyes were hidden behind thick lenses and a mop of black hair.
“Did they say Team Rocket?” My older brother nodded slowly. “The same Team Rocket that Dad used to talk about?”
Our dad had once delighted in telling us stories about an enormous, evil corporation that would steal and abuse Pokemon for money until, years ago, one boy defeated them all. Red, the ten-year-old Champion of an area we’ve only heard rumors about. It’s called Kanto, Dad would say, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. A huge, faraway region full of Pokemon that Aegians would never believe existed. But whenever we asked how he knew about it, he would trail off and become silent. Eventually, he stopped talking about the place altogether. We’d all but forgotten his stories.
“Of course it’s the same Team Rocket. Do you think Mom and Dad even know about this yet?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, running a hand through my hair. “Last I heard they were on their way to Willow’s.”
I pushed ahead of Erik to press my own ear against the cold iron door. Professor Willow’s run-down laboratory was locked but I could hear muffled voices inside.
“. . . course they’re coming for . . . .” Dad.
“But what if . . . .” Willow.
“Who else could they be after, god dammit?” A fist hit a wooden table. Dad’s.
“. . . in that case . . . .” Mom. She sounded like she’d been crying.
“Erik, are you hearing this?” Erik grunted a reply from his cramped position at the doorjamb underneath me. There was more unintelligible shouting and another sob escaped our mom. A chair scraped against the tile floor and we could feel dad’s heavy footsteps. He becomes a beast when he’s angry. We barely had time to jump out of the way as he flung the door open, tromped down the steps and into the street, disregarding us. He was followed by Mom and old Professor Willow.
“It would be a dead giveaway!” Willow cried weakly, stopping in the middle of the road. The stained lab coat he always wore and shock of white hair blew in a sudden gust of disgusting ocean air. His head whipped up and he peered through his spectacles at the sky. I followed his gaze, which stopped at a thin black cloud on the horizon. The professor moaned and turned to us, his expression grave. “Boys. Get home. Now.”
Erik started backing up, but I stood still. “Not till you tell us what’s going on.”
“I mean it! Now!” Till then I didn’t know that Willow, our absentminded old neighbor, could look so distressed. I was shocked into slowly walking after my brother, who had broken into a flat-footed run.
Farther down the road, I looked back up at the cloud in the distance, which had grown bigger. There was no need to guess what it could be. Team Rocket was very real and had just escaped prison. And I had seen people fly on their Pokemon before.
By the time we got back to the driveway, the black cloud was huge, encompassing a good chunk of the sky above Port Genesis and obscuring the sun. If I looked closely, I could make out individual birds and a few of their riders. Somewhere inside the house, our parents were still yelling at each other. They were saying words that sounded familiar but couldn’t be placed. A glance at Erik showed that he was just as confused as me.
“Get to the basement,” Dad said as he ran out the door and brushed past us. Our house was, as far as we knew, the only one in this town with a basement, but Dad only used it to store junk. Erik was quick to hide, but I stayed where I was, staring openmouthed at the sky.
The black-clad Rocket members were now descending on the backs of their Scavultar, disgusting vulture-like Pokemon with long crooked beaks. I only knew the name because we’re surrounded by a forest full of them. A single man touched the ground before the rest. He had a sheer black buzz cut and a straight, brutal face that wouldn’t tell me his age. His steed was larger and more obviously battle-scarred than any of the ones circling restlessly above our homes, streets, and docks. The man looked around, his face contorted with fury. “Take them!" he barked.
Half of the riders dropped to the ground. Their Scavultar were reduced to beams of light and sucked into their hands. Poke ball technology wasn’t something I saw often in this sleepy town, so the sight still amazed me. Different Pokemon began materializing in the streets, each as savage-looking as the last. Icy blue wolves, huge green and purple scorpions, and sickly lizard-like creatures began rampaging the streets under the directions of their maniacal owners.
I watched in horror from behind a parked truck as one of the frilled lizards smashed through a window and crawled inside my neighbor’s house. Smoke began billowing out and the Pokemon was on the street again, clutching a grown man, before flames caught the outside walls.
And then, in a blast of light, the monster itself was on fire, rolling in the street and squealing in agony. I looked up to see an orange . . . dragon? It was locked in an aerial battle with four Scavultar at once, two of which had riders. All six smoking bodies fell from the sky and the beast flew off to another target, the flame on its tail leaving an arc in the sky behind it.
As I turned around slowly, I saw more vicious battles like this going on at ground level. A huge blue tortoise was standing on its hind legs and blasting water out of its shell. A brutish toad the size of our living room was strangling men and their Pokemon with vines that stretched from the leafy bulb on its back. And there must have been thousands of volts coming out of the cheeks of a fat yellow mouse on a nearby roof. Pikachu, I knew the name of that one. But I had never been in the middle of something so terrifying and confusing, especially here in Port Genesis.
I want to spare the details, but the battle went on for too long. Other Pokemon entered the fight against Team Rocket, but they were ultimately too strong for us. For every warrior we had, they had twenty or thirty. By the time they left, hours later, wounded bodies littered our streets and almost every grown man in the city had been taken prisoner. When I was sure the last of them had fled, I wandered around the block, my head reeling.
They’d taken Dad.
Without further ado, here's the first chapter. (Comment and rate!)
Chapter 1
Luke
“Luke! Get in here, now!” I turned around to see my brother’s pudgy silhouette waving at me from a couple blocks away. Fat ass. It wasn’t like I was gonna get anything done anyway, so I picked up my fishing pole and jumped the gap between the empty dock and the concrete wharf, sending up a cloud of dust where I landed. He shouted my name again.
“Shut up, I’m coming,” I called back, jogging down the oily service road to the front porch, which Erik had already left. I peered inside the house to see him crouched on the sofa, glued to a news report on our dinky TV set. “If this is another one of your—” I started, but then cocked an ear to the words coming out of the single working speaker.
“. . . Aegia police stationed around Silenoz Regional Correction Center have already taken four Team members into custody, all of whom still refuse to cooperate. So far, since we can only estimate how many Rockets are flying south and where exactly their destination is, authorities cannot organize an evacuation at this time. Chief, I’m going to hand it over to you after this break.” I turned to stare at Erik, whose eyes were hidden behind thick lenses and a mop of black hair.
“Did they say Team Rocket?” My older brother nodded slowly. “The same Team Rocket that Dad used to talk about?”
Our dad had once delighted in telling us stories about an enormous, evil corporation that would steal and abuse Pokemon for money until, years ago, one boy defeated them all. Red, the ten-year-old Champion of an area we’ve only heard rumors about. It’s called Kanto, Dad would say, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. A huge, faraway region full of Pokemon that Aegians would never believe existed. But whenever we asked how he knew about it, he would trail off and become silent. Eventually, he stopped talking about the place altogether. We’d all but forgotten his stories.
“Of course it’s the same Team Rocket. Do you think Mom and Dad even know about this yet?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, running a hand through my hair. “Last I heard they were on their way to Willow’s.”
I pushed ahead of Erik to press my own ear against the cold iron door. Professor Willow’s run-down laboratory was locked but I could hear muffled voices inside.
“. . . course they’re coming for . . . .” Dad.
“But what if . . . .” Willow.
“Who else could they be after, god dammit?” A fist hit a wooden table. Dad’s.
“. . . in that case . . . .” Mom. She sounded like she’d been crying.
“Erik, are you hearing this?” Erik grunted a reply from his cramped position at the doorjamb underneath me. There was more unintelligible shouting and another sob escaped our mom. A chair scraped against the tile floor and we could feel dad’s heavy footsteps. He becomes a beast when he’s angry. We barely had time to jump out of the way as he flung the door open, tromped down the steps and into the street, disregarding us. He was followed by Mom and old Professor Willow.
“It would be a dead giveaway!” Willow cried weakly, stopping in the middle of the road. The stained lab coat he always wore and shock of white hair blew in a sudden gust of disgusting ocean air. His head whipped up and he peered through his spectacles at the sky. I followed his gaze, which stopped at a thin black cloud on the horizon. The professor moaned and turned to us, his expression grave. “Boys. Get home. Now.”
Erik started backing up, but I stood still. “Not till you tell us what’s going on.”
“I mean it! Now!” Till then I didn’t know that Willow, our absentminded old neighbor, could look so distressed. I was shocked into slowly walking after my brother, who had broken into a flat-footed run.
Farther down the road, I looked back up at the cloud in the distance, which had grown bigger. There was no need to guess what it could be. Team Rocket was very real and had just escaped prison. And I had seen people fly on their Pokemon before.
By the time we got back to the driveway, the black cloud was huge, encompassing a good chunk of the sky above Port Genesis and obscuring the sun. If I looked closely, I could make out individual birds and a few of their riders. Somewhere inside the house, our parents were still yelling at each other. They were saying words that sounded familiar but couldn’t be placed. A glance at Erik showed that he was just as confused as me.
“Get to the basement,” Dad said as he ran out the door and brushed past us. Our house was, as far as we knew, the only one in this town with a basement, but Dad only used it to store junk. Erik was quick to hide, but I stayed where I was, staring openmouthed at the sky.
The black-clad Rocket members were now descending on the backs of their Scavultar, disgusting vulture-like Pokemon with long crooked beaks. I only knew the name because we’re surrounded by a forest full of them. A single man touched the ground before the rest. He had a sheer black buzz cut and a straight, brutal face that wouldn’t tell me his age. His steed was larger and more obviously battle-scarred than any of the ones circling restlessly above our homes, streets, and docks. The man looked around, his face contorted with fury. “Take them!" he barked.
Half of the riders dropped to the ground. Their Scavultar were reduced to beams of light and sucked into their hands. Poke ball technology wasn’t something I saw often in this sleepy town, so the sight still amazed me. Different Pokemon began materializing in the streets, each as savage-looking as the last. Icy blue wolves, huge green and purple scorpions, and sickly lizard-like creatures began rampaging the streets under the directions of their maniacal owners.
I watched in horror from behind a parked truck as one of the frilled lizards smashed through a window and crawled inside my neighbor’s house. Smoke began billowing out and the Pokemon was on the street again, clutching a grown man, before flames caught the outside walls.
And then, in a blast of light, the monster itself was on fire, rolling in the street and squealing in agony. I looked up to see an orange . . . dragon? It was locked in an aerial battle with four Scavultar at once, two of which had riders. All six smoking bodies fell from the sky and the beast flew off to another target, the flame on its tail leaving an arc in the sky behind it.
As I turned around slowly, I saw more vicious battles like this going on at ground level. A huge blue tortoise was standing on its hind legs and blasting water out of its shell. A brutish toad the size of our living room was strangling men and their Pokemon with vines that stretched from the leafy bulb on its back. And there must have been thousands of volts coming out of the cheeks of a fat yellow mouse on a nearby roof. Pikachu, I knew the name of that one. But I had never been in the middle of something so terrifying and confusing, especially here in Port Genesis.
I want to spare the details, but the battle went on for too long. Other Pokemon entered the fight against Team Rocket, but they were ultimately too strong for us. For every warrior we had, they had twenty or thirty. By the time they left, hours later, wounded bodies littered our streets and almost every grown man in the city had been taken prisoner. When I was sure the last of them had fled, I wandered around the block, my head reeling.
They’d taken Dad.
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