The Poke Project

[Skitty-chan]

(rated Mature/Teen for possibly strong violence, gore, loads of swearing, and a little love)
This story is not based in the world of pokemon as we know it. Times have.....changed. Following Kenny as he uncovers the truths behind the Poke Project. Based many, many years after the plotline of the video games, so basically I could create some of my own inventions for the plot and setting. (You may reconize some places from the games.)

Hope you enjoy!~ Please give feedback (positive or negitive is welcome!)

I want to improve my writing skill. If this works out, I'll keep posting. If not......

Anyway.....

If you know how to post links to other posts within a post would you mind telling me? Thanks

The Poke Project​

Currently there's....

The Beginging: Towards the top of pg 2.
A Pokeball: Middle of pg 2.
The Kaiser, The King: Middle of pg 2
Vistors: Towards the bottom of pg 2
I Become a Runaway: Bottom of pg 2

Or for all of the above click http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/showthread.php?p=2159120#post2159120 and go about three posts down!!!

 

[Sarcastically Insane]

Nice. I like this. Though one formatting suggestion; double-space between paragraphs, so it's easier to read, instead of the entire thing being sort of blockish.

Looks good, though. I'd like to see how this continues.

 

[Thundagere]

I like it. I really do. The concept is quite original, and though I can't really give a full review with just this section, I'll be looking in on this fic!

 

[Drakon]

Hmm. This is quite an intriguing idea and I would like to see how it develops.

But somehow, I find it straining my suspension of disbelief that a schoolgirl manages to steal what essentially are WMDs from what I assume is a high-security facility.

 

[Zekurom]

But somehow, I find it straining my suspension of disbelief that a schoolgirl manages to steal what essentially are WMDs from what I assume is a high-security facility.

The point of the story is that they're not really WMD's. I don't think they're even treated as such - they're just more dangerous versions of animals.

I do like the "resistance" idea, however.

 

[Skitty-chan]

Thanks for the feedback! Oh, if you've only read my first post before I finished it then I guess I should mention that I added more!

Well, I didn't really have to edit this but..... It can now be found at the link below.

A Pokeball

 

[Thundagere]

Yeah! Now this is an awesome chappie! I realy love where the fic can go from here. There weren't any huge/repetitive grammar errors, and it was pretty well-written. I love how he's terrified of a cute little orange lizard (albeit with fire on it's tail, but, still...). Excellent!

 

[Drakon]

The point of the story is that they're not really WMD's. I don't think they're even treated as such - they're just more dangerous versions of animals.

I do like the "resistance" idea, however.

Ah I misunderstood but still, a schoolgirl should not be able to simply walk into a (presumably) high-security lab (due to the dangerous animals present) and walk out with several of said animals.

I kind of like the latest chapter; the reactions of the boy are quite realistic.

One thing sort of irks me though, the flip between 3rd person narration and 1st person narration.

 

[Sarcastically Insane]

Is the Charmander shiny? Because you mentioned the book had a different colored one.

 

[Skitty-chan]

Sorry, Drakon, this chapter was already done. Soon it will all be Kenny's perspective though.

Thanks Magnus Prime and Sarcastically Insane for the support. Yes, it is a shiny.

And thanks to you all. I mean it, every post is important to helping me complete this and to helping me improve my writing.


Edited this too!

The Kaiser, the King:

 

[Sarcastically Insane]

I agree with Kenny. We'd all name what we were led to believe were little demons 'Kaiser' if they turned out to be 1) nice and 2) SHINY GOLDEN PRETTY HUR HUR HUR.

Ignore my shiny-happiness, though. I'm liking Ava, for some reason. More than Kenny, but that's just me.

 

[Thundagere]

One thing I have to say is that I LOVE the whole switching between perspectives thing. However, later in the story don't make it so frequent (though it's fine now).
I honestly loved this chapter! I mean, he's terrified of a little, shiny, cute lizard who likes cereal. lol.

 

[Skitty-chan]

I re-edited this for all who wouldn't mind telling me what still needs to change!

Thanks for reading!

Vistors

 

[Der_Neuevenmenschen]

That Charmander is a serious psychopath, burning chairs like that. Also, what is Specimen 283, some sort of human-Pikachu mesh? Or just a really smart Electivire?

 

[Kantomasta]

This is funny. i like it.

 

[Skitty-chan]

I did a few edits here including dialogue. You can re-read if you want.....

Feedback is loved! Thanks for reading!

I Become a Runaway Can be found on the bottom of this page!

 

[Thundagere]

OK, first of all, I'm really sorry I didn't post earlier. Something was stopping me from posting so I decided to try again later.
The chapter before this one had a little rusty grammar, especially near the end. Might want to fix that.
I really like your descriptions so far, but I think you should give a little more dialogue. And also, slow down a bit! You're switching POV's way too much.
I liked how to plot line is going, and I'll definitely look into the next chapter!

 

[Der_Neuevenmenschen]

Great chapter. You know what's weird? Specimen 283 reminds me of Atlas (final boss) from Bioshock.

 

[Skitty-chan]

The Poke Project​

My name is Kenny Peters.
I'm an average guy.
Seventeen.
Sandy blonde.
Six feet, two inches tall.
And everything I know is wrong.


But I should probably start at the beginning.



The Beginning:


“...and that class, is exactly why Pokemon are a danger to the well-being of humanity,” the teacher finished. “The scientists at Lab 23 have been working extremely hard on developing new technologies to eradicate the Pokemon population and increase the security of average people like yourself and I.”

The bus jolted back and forth as it climbed the way up the steep hill to Lab 23. Every city in every region had a lab, as a way to control the Pokemon problem. And each year, they loaded all us students up into big ugly yellow buses to visit these labs as a reminder to us of all the dangerous Pokemon lurking just beyond our precious city walls. Waiting for a chance to attack us.

Of course, it is meant to be a field trip, to satisfy our desperate want to get away from school. It's meant to educational, fun.

Yeah, right.

Lab 23 was surrounded by chain link fences, barbed wire, and poke-proof walls. It's metal body loomed over the city, casting fearsome shadows. A constant presence.

Labs do what they can, but Pokemon kill more people each year than car accidents and drug overdoses combined.

“As you all may know, Lab 23 has a few rules. No eating, no touching equipment, no pushing....”

The bus hit a pothole, smashing my skull against the window.

“Dammit!” I gripped the side of my head as the teacher talked over my curse.

“...no straying away from the group or group leader. Lab 23 keep a variety of the most dangerous Pokemon on hand and I do NOT want to have to send a note home to your parents!”

Some smart-ass a few seats behind me snickered. “Hey, Mr. Murdoch! Does that me if you wander away from the group we have to write a note to your parents?”

Mr. Murdoch scowled. It was common knowledge that he lived in his mother's basement.

The bus inched to a stop.

Mr. Murdoch looked relieved.

We climbed out onto the gravel path leading up to Lab 23.

As the bus pulled away I almost didn't notice the girl slipping quietly into the back of the group. I had never noticed her before. Her brown hair was showered with streaks of red and purple. She looked out of place, wary.

Huh.

I dismissed her as a new student.

And then I put her out of my mind.

“...please be on the look out for Pokemon that may have escaped into the public part of the lab,” the tour guide started as we entered Lab 23's steel maw, “We have taken every necessary precaution but Pokemon are exceptionally cunning and vengeful. We do not want anyone getting hurt. Four years ago, on a tour of Lab 19, eleven-year-old Heath Lenard wandered off from his tour group. The same day, Lab 19 had a Pokemon escape its premises. Heath’s body was never found. But we have reason to believe that the Pokemon that escaped that day is to blame.``

The new girl scoffed behind me.

The tour guide shot her a look that could kill.

Idiot.

“We do not want to lose anyone. Pokemon are no laughing matter.”

Exactly, I thought as I glanced back at the newbie.

But she was gone.

************************************************** ***************​

Ava quickly shoved the red and white balls into her backpack, the metal spheres clanking against one another as they fell into the darkness of the yellow bag.

She had to be fast. She knew that she had to get back to the group, had to blend in, be normal.

Brainwashed.

How could they listen to that crap?

Pokemon? Evil?

Ava swore as the bag reached it's limit. There were still so many pokeballs left. So many doomed Pokemon.

She took another handful.

************************************************** ***************​

The alarm went off sometime halfway through the tour; its earsplitting cry shattering the glass in the room next to us.

The goddamn thing was killing me as the tour guide's shrill voice rose above the screeching, “PLEASE HEAD OUT THE DOOR TO YOUR RIGHT! YOUR RIGHT!” The class was in shambles. There was some girl screaming, the smart-ass from earlier was in tears, all while the tour guide was trying to shove us out the door to our right.

“YOUR RIGHT!” A kid behind me yelled. I turned around.

It was new girl.

“WHERE DID YOU GO?”

“WHAT?!”

“WHERE DID YOU GO? EARLIER? WHEN YOU LEFT?”

“GO RIGHT!”

She couldn't hear me over the alarm. Or, at least, that's what I thought. But the look on her face told me different.

Her face looked....guilty.

She didn't give me much time to analyze her though. She grabbed my shoulder a pushed me through the open doorway. Her strength surprised me almost as much as it surprised herself. We toppled in the bright sunlight outside, tangled in a massive heap. Embarrassing as it was, it definitely was not as bad as some of the piles the other students were tangled in.

Over a few feet, her backpack that was so carefully slung over her shoulder was splitting open, its contents tumbling out onto the gravel.

Each little red and white metal ball clanked as it fell against the ground.

“What the...?” I started but she had already rushed over and started stuffing the balls back inside. She clutched the bag against her chest as she pushed her way through the crowd. Before I even realized what was happening, her streaked brown hair disappeared through a hole nestled under the wall. Then she was gone.

“Wait!”

Partly buried in the gravel beside me was one of the strange little balls.

 

[Skitty-chan]

A Pokeball


It was chaotic at the Lab as they tried to organize the havoc. Everyone was so entangled in their own issues that they failed to see a tall blonde boy digging into the gravel to collect a small metal ball. He looked at the mess of metal, at the walls around the lab, and back at the object in his hand.

Sighing, Kenny tucked the ball into his pocket and made his way through the panicking students towards the bus.

Nobody noticed.

And he was curiously thankful.

************************************************** ***​

Ava ran.

The forest pulled at her hair, tangling the long coloured tendrils. Scratches formed where the brambles cut into her skin.

But she couldn't stop.

How could she be so reckless?

The boy will ruin everything.

She wasn't paying attention as the forest started closing in on her, trees becoming more and more tangled.

She crashed into the dirt. Not even bothering to check behind her, on the bag or herself, Ava pushed herself up.

And she kept running.

********************************* ***************​

I waited for the lights to go off downstairs before I took the ball out of my pocket. There were deep groves in the paint from being smashed into the gravel. The left side looked as if someone had beaten it with a club, the metal twisted and mangled where I dug it out of the ground. I couldn't believe it was still intact.

Weird.

As I turned it over in my hands, I began to realize that it wasn't entirely circular. On one side, where the colours met, it looked like it had the capability of opening up. Then, in the middle, there was a button.

And buttons are meant to be pressed.

As my finger pushed on on the metal there was a faint clinking noise. Maybe it wouldn’t open. Maybe it was too damaged.

I was about to put it down when the room exploded with red light.

I looked down at my hands. The ball had split in half.

Cool, I thought.

That's when I hear it.

“Char? Charmander?”

****************************************** ************​

When Ava reached the clearing the sun had already set. Now, by the white light of the moon, she maneuvered through the remains of the fallen town. She had taken cover in a old flower shop for this mission, its forgotten leftover pots and dirt scattered the ground. Against one wall, someone had shoved a broken mattress so that it covered a deep hole in the dirt. While they were studying Lab 23, Ava had Burrows and his Digtrio tunnel an emergency escape under the building. Just in case.

“Chatter? Katra?” Her voice was a whisper.

There was a shuffling noise.

Then out popped two very excited creatures. One bright pink, the other birdlike. A Skitty and a Chatot.

Pokemon.

“You guys have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

************************************* ********​

There was a freakin' Pokemon on my bed.

A yellow, flaming freakin' lizard.

Its teeth bared as it stared me down.

I was going to die.

“Charmander!” It started bounding towards me.

I flung myself off the bed, panicked. “GO! DAMMIT! Get away FROM ME!”

Looking back, I can't believe my parents didn't wonder what the hell was going on.

“Man? Char?”

It continued its approach. I grabbed the first thing I could find. My biology homework.

I flung the paper across the room. It looked at me.

“Char?”

I flung the textbook. It missed and fell open on the ground in front of it.

The flame on it's tail flared as it's eyes narrowed at the text book. If I thought it was mad before, it was far beyond it. I closed my eyes to brace for impact, for my fiery demise. Oh my god, it was going to burn me. I was going to die. I should of told my mom I loved her more. I'M GONNA FRICKIN' DIE! I waited for the pain.

It never came. I opened my eyes.

It sat in front of me, it's little yellow claws wrapped around a singed piece of paper. I recognized it from my textbook. It looked at me. The thing bared its teeth. A smile.

On the paper there was exactly two things. One, a picture of an orange version of the thing in front of me- a lizard-like creature with a ever-burning flame on the end of its tail. And two, a note of messy writing. CHARMANDER. It stared up at me.

“ Char? Charmander?”