Sinister Adventure.

[RaccoonGoon]

The chilled night winds of Saffron City stirred. The stars were high in the sky, the scum on the streets walked about, unaware of the lone figure leaning against a building.

He slumped down, tired, ragged. His old military jacket tattered, his jeans frayed, and the belt holding his Pokemon loose. He had gone on many adventures, made many mistakes, and fought alot of Pokemon. He was 56 years old, though looked about 45. He looked up at the sky, and faded back....

He was 14. After two weeks away from his home, a small settlement west of Pallet, he had become the Pokemon Champion of Kanto. He was skilled, powerful, and brave. He was nice enough, just a little dark. He never knew his father, and wasn't at all social. A month after becoming champ, he set his plans to Hoenn. He had tasted victory, tasted the use of powerful Pokemon, and had seen the unified plans used to take over a whole city in a matter of hours.

He steps onto the boat, about to depart to Hoenn.....

Fades back.

The man coughs, and looks down at his belt. Six Pokemon almost made him the most powerful man in the world. Almost.



More to come, this was the intro.

 

[Dorothy LaRouge]

The writing style's all right, though it suddenly shifts from past tense to present at the end, and the chapter is quite frankly way too short.

Keep writing, and work on lengthening your chapters!

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Yeah, trying to work on that. Also, the next part will be longer. Oh, and don't expect the events in the story to go in order, it'll jump from event to event at random.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Part 2.

The bum looked at his military jacket. He wondered why he wore it. At his prime he had nothing to do with following the law. He guessed that kind of thing happens after prison. He blinks.

He was led down a prison wing to a small cell. The tag on his shirt said J.S.#4. Thrown into cell, he turned around and grinned at the guards. "As soon as I get out, you and your tough Machokes are 'gonna be Aggron food." One guard snapped right back "Pf, I would't worry about your Aggron or any other of your Pokemon. They belong to the government now." The guards walked off.

The days he spent in Carvanha Prison were....boring. Between horrible fights on the yards and the telling of his crimes and adventures, all he had was all the time in the world to think.

"So you're Mr. Sta-" One inmate started.
"Yeah. What of it?" He said, cutting the prisoner off.
"So tell us about that air-ship you made." He demanded.
"Yeah! And that guy you killed down in Hoenn!" Another chimed in.
He sighed. Not out of guilt for said crimes, but for having to drone on about them again. "Well, Maxie and were atop of-"

Before he could go on a guard walked to the bench where they were sitting and escorted him inside without a word. "Whats going on?" He asked the burly man pulling him along. "Just walk."

He walked to the hearing room. At one table his mother, Professor Oak, and his only childhood friend, Melissa, sat. He was seated to the opposite table. A man in a black suit sttod in the center of the room.

"Mr.Stanson.." started the man "These three people seated before you have somehow made enough money to bail you out of this place." Stanson leaned back in his chair. "Heh. Thanks gang." He told them across the room. "However-" the man continued "You're still a criminal. Two cases of murder, illegal Pokemon research, Pokemon abuse, and conspiring to overthrow multiple regions....criminals like you just can't be bought out. Not without another payement." Oak looked down at his feet. "Through massive amounts of talking, We've come to see a trainer such as you would be a great asset to the good of the world, if not a risky one. So heres the deal, Jimmy boy-" "Stanson now leaned foward in his chair.

"You're freed from prison, and excused for these horrible crimes...if you hand over all of your stored Pokemon to the government and enlist to serve the army for 5 years. Take it or leave it." "All my Pokemon? What about the six you obtained when you caught me?" Stanson asked, mad at the thought of them taking the things he worked so hard to get. "One of these three will watch over them, and we will watch over them." Stanson leaned on the table. "Leave them with Melissa." The man cleared his throught. "Wait, you are allowed to take one Pokemon when you enter the military. Which one will it be?" Stanson smirked. "Going into heavy combat? Who else but the tank of the team. Butterfree."

The next day, Stanson was handed over to the military. "When do I get my Butterfree?" He asked the same man in black. "When you get to the registration camp." The man replied. The man held out a hand. "Don't try anything funny, you loon. Yo're still a criminal. It took huge amounts of money to do this. Let this be the last time we meet." Stanson looked past him to the guards. "Oh, i'll come back to visit. Count on it." And with that he was escorted to the car. Placed inside was a military jacket with a patch on the left shoulder. It was a Pokeball inside a comical explosion symbol. The car started as the driver turned the key.

he would do as they wished for five years, risking his life, but as soon as he was done fighting silly battles, he would never wear that jacket again. He was 29, a young punk who tasted power only to fail within an inch of his goal.

Fade back.

27 years later, he still wore it. "Herm....I need a soda..." The aged Stanson stood up and walked to the shop across the street.

 

[Ultra Pidgeot]

Your fanfic and mine destroy any chance they might have at canonicity (within themselves, not the the actual series)... oh well.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Part 3.

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

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

He took a sip of his soda, and blinked.

Fade back.

He was standing in front of his bunk, along with 19 other men in Unit #4. All of them were young, had a single Pokeball clipped on the green belts they wore, and in uniform. The door swung open. A tall, thick man slowly walked in the barracks.

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

"Welcome to Unit #4 you weaklings." Eveyone stood still. "Today is introductions. My names Beach. You shall call me Sgt.Beach. Now then, you, at the end, whats your name?" A slightly plump cadet exploded "My names Timmy and I like ice cream and walking on a beach and my Munchlax and-" The other men started to laugh, Stanson included. "Awright! Stop that yappin'! Calm down!" The room fell silent.

"Ok you slime, you want to play games, we'll play games. Out to the yard! Go! Go!" Unit #4 moved out of the door.

"Line in formation! All of you!" Beach yelled out. "When I call your name, step foward and introduce your Pokemon." The men lined up in front of the burly man holding the clipboard. "Ok....Hill! Step up!" A plain looking man stepped foward. "Ok, lets show 'em, Arbok!" The giant purple snake was released in a bright flash. "This guy will poison the enemy then crush them! Show 'em Arbok!" The Poison Type leaped up, cracked its tail, and dove to the hard ground. With a "ZOT" it bit into the earth using its fangs, leaving two large puncture holes. Beach wrote something down. "The enemy will have tons of Poison Types.

Next is....Letron! Your turn!" Timmy, the one from before, steeped up. "Ok, this is my Pokemon!" He released a Munchlax, whe commenced to stand there in the sun. "This little power-house can run and kick and bite and eat and fly and poop and-" Again, the men started to chuckle. "Ok, ok! Zip it! Stupid little-eh! Ok! Up next is....Stanson."

Stanson walked before the men. "The Pokemon I chose" He started "Is my Butterfree." He threw out Butterfree, who streched its wings after from being in storage for so long. "Free-ee free!" the Pokemon chimmed around Stanson's head.


The others exploded in laughter. "Hahaha! That must be our secret weapon!" "Yeah! Who let girls into the Military?" The insults increased.

Beach stepped in. "All right maggots, enough! You, Wesstle, if you're going to talk, then back it up in a battle." The cocky cadet smirked. "Easy win, easy win..." Wesstle said as he stepped foward.

Beach blew his whistle. "Begin!"


Wesstle sent out a Magmortar, a titan compared to Butterfree. "Ok Magmortar, toast that silly Bug Type!" Jets of flame shot out of the Fire Types hands.


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!" Wesstle barked. Stanson shifted is hands. "Now, use Psybeam!" A beam of Psywaves shot from Butterfree's forehead, before making contact with the snoozing Magmortar.


The Fire Type was pushed back a few feet, and let out a painful grunt, still 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 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, and he hated it. 5 wasted years of his life were ahead, and he hated it.

Fade 4 months later.

"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 Ryhorn, whos horn had punctured Arbok's soft stomach. Arbok was writhing in pain trying to escape, while Ryhorn drilled in harder.


"Mother-" Stanson said as he released Butterfree.

"Ok, usea 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 Ryhorn 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 helicopter, dodging exploding Voltorbs, the blasts getting closer.


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

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.

As the medics worked on the injured, Hill pulled in Stanson.

Between painful gasps he asked "I-is my Arbok ok?"

He took a breath, and told Hill "He..couldn't make it. Im 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.

Stanson finished off his soda. He rubbed his old scar. He ordered another drink, this one to remember the time before jail and before the military.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Part 4.

"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, the only true friend he 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 its business among the grass. His mother would never notice, as she was too busy tending the house, inside.

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 a pleasent smile.

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

"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 she dosn't know. Go away." He snapped back.

"Oh." She didn't take it as an offence. "Ok, bye." And with that, she went home.

"Sheesh...."

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

"Hey! Hows Weedle today?" she asked with a smile.

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

"We didn't exchange names yesterday."

"Oh."

"Im Melissa. Nice to meet you."

"Im Jim."

Melissa held out her small hand.

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

She giggled.

Melissa continued to go to Jims 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, watchin 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 in 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.

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. said holding out two baseball size 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.

Fade 42 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.

(Had to cut it short, Part 5 in few days)

 

[Zekurom]

At one table his mother, Professor Oak, and his only childhood friend, Melissa, sat.

I'm sorry, this part made me crack up. Professor Oak is this guy's mother? I know that's not what you meant, but it's unintentionally funny nonetheless.

Overall, you do a good job with the descriptions. It does make me want to read on.

However, there are a few grammar errors here and there that you should be aware of. For example, sometimes you forget to insert apostrophes into contractions, like "thats" or "Im".

As well, in Chapter 3, you're bunching up all your speech into a block of text. I didn't read through all of that, but you seem to correct the error in Chapter 4. You should go back and edit Chapter 3 so that the dialogue is spaced out.

As well, about the Weedle being there for ten years... don't you think it would have evolved into a Kakuna and then a Beedrill by then...? Just a little comment.

Still, keep up the good descriptions. And the memories of this person's past.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

I'm sorry, this part made me crack up. Professor Oak is this guy's mother? I know that's not what you meant, but it's unintentionally funny nonetheless.

Overall, you do a good job with the descriptions. It does make me want to read on.

However, there are a few grammar errors here and there that you should be aware of. For example, sometimes you forget to insert apostrophes into contractions, like "thats" or "Im".

As well, in Chapter 3, you're bunching up all your speech into a block of text. I didn't read through all of that, but you seem to correct the error in Chapter 4. You should go back and edit Chapter 3 so that the dialogue is spaced out.

As well, about the Weedle being there for ten years... don't you think it would have evolved into a Kakuna and then a Beedrill by then...? Just a little comment.

Still, keep up the good descriptions. And the memories of this person's past.

Yeah, thanks man! I just now caught the Prof.Oak-Mother thing- my mistake! And yeah, I think I will edit Part 3.

Again, thanks for reading!

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Part 5.

It is July 27, 2003.

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 May 14, 2003.

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

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.

It is April 12, 2004.

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 below Sinnoh.

It is October 23, 2020.

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 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. No remorse.

It is fall, 2025.

A 31 year old Stanson walks into to Pallet Town, 17 years after starting his journey. He sets his bag down in the entrance way and hugs his mother.

It is spring, 1999.

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

It is spring, 2038.

Stanson dawns his old gear and sets up another base near an unknown lake and begins to rebuild his Air-ship.

It is midnight, August 13, 2004.

He sits in the command hub as Eterna Forest goes up in flames.

It is March 4th, 2027.

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

It is May 2030.

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

September 20, 2004.

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

It is Febuary, 2031.

He holds his son in his arms, and a grin grows on his face.

It is summer, 2070.....

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

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

Giovanni..... his first encounter with the man was May 7, 2015. Long, long ago.....

Fade back.

Silph Co., top story.

"Ahahaha!" The man in a black suit laughed.

"You managed to defeat my Grunts. Very well done." He sneered.

Stanson only stood there, with his Persian ready to pounce at any time.

"Tell me, young Trainer. What is your purpose for doing this? For the greater good? For justice?"

Still no answer.

"Herm. My Grunts may be beat by a 14 year old boy, but I, the mighty Giovanni, is in a whole different level! Ah! Go, Kangaskhan!!"

A large, bi-pedal Pokemon was beamed out.

"Kanga! Kh-khan!" It roared.

"Come now, little Trainer, face me! Kangaskhan, Dizzy Punch!"

Kangaskhan started a full run towards Persian, fist, buzzing, outreached.

Then, Stanson talked.

"Persian, jump and dodge it."

The limber cat leaped into the air as Kangaskhan ran right beneath it and slammed into a wall with horrible force.

"Now Persian, use Hyperbeam, full power!"

A beam of intense energy exploded out of Persians mouth and connected straight into the bigger Pokemons face. The sheer power sent Kangaskhan crashing through the wall and sent it flying for a few more blocks before falling, leaving a trail of crackiling smoke in the night air.

"Well done...well done...A boy, a child, has bested me tonight during one of my best hours....tell me boy, who are you?"

Stanson returned his Persian to it's Pokeball before saying

"Stanson. Jim Stanson. And I came here to send team Rocket a messege- I will have all the power and I will rule someday, so either make way or be crushed."

"Hahahaha!!! A child with such stupid dreams....such a fool! Team Rocket will always prosper from our crimes! Until next time, Stanson...until next time..."

Giovanni stepped on his personal warp panel and was instantly gone, before the panel fell apart as a fail safe.

Stanson looked at the smoldering hole left in the wall. He peered down and saw the smoking Kangaskhan, limp, a good chance of it being dead.

He know knew how the Pidgey felt when he gnabbed the weaker Weedle.

He knew this was only the begining, only the start of his career.

He walked back down the floors and halls, and saw every Grunt he KO'd, with torn uniforms and dazed Pokemon, some very powerful and strong.

He knew what he wanted to be someday other than a Pokemon Master, knew his true calling, knew the best way to obtain power-

Start an evil team of his own to boost his power all around the globe.

The glass doors slid open as he walked into the streets. Fire trucks and police cars were swarming around the building. An ambulence arrived soon after. Stanson made his way down an alley and releashed his Charizard.

"Ok charizard, Fly us out of here."

With a great flap of it's wings, Charizard and Stanson flew upward into the sky, eyes set for the last Gym Badge, and more-so, the Pokemon League.

Fade back.

"Thank you, bartender."

Stanson walked outside the bar and walked to the Magnet Train Station.

He showed them his pass and boarded the last train for Johto.

"May as well talk to him....."


End of Part 5.

 

[Ultra Pidgeot]

Originally posted by RaccoonGoon

Part 5.

It is summer, 2056.....

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

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

Giovanni..... his first encounter with the man was May 7, 2003. Long, long ago.....

So, if he's 56 and this takes place in 2056, and he defeated Giovanni in 2003, then he defeated Giovanni when he was 3. That's some trainer.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

So, if he's 56 and this takes place in 2056, and he defeated Giovanni in 2003, then he defeated Giovanni when he was 3. That's some trainer.

Changed some dates.

 

[Ghostwriter]

Just watch your grammar and punctuation. A lot of times you use periods at the end of quotes where you should use commas. Anyways, not bad overall. Good effort, mate.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Thanks for reading. I'll take your advice!

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Hey guys, I might cancel this Fanfic for now.

For those who read it, don't worry, I probally will reboot/rewrite it pretty soon.

But as of now it is over. For now.

Feel free to lock this thread.

PS: Ultra Pidgeot- We really can't do that cross over now, so don't write anything about Stanson until the new story is up, what you did write about him is ok I guess, (A shotgun? No.) just don't add anything to him more.

 

[White Len]

Quick comment, you jumped too much between dates in that last chapter. It's jumping because the dates aren't in a coherent order. Plus, there is only a one line description of what happened.

 

[RaccoonGoon]

Hm. Ok. Thanks for pointing that out. I'll work on that in the revised story.