TEEN: Within My Own Nightmares

[Dawn_Hero]

Hey guys, Dawn_Hero here! For close to three or four years now, I've played with the idea of this fic, but I never really tried it out. It wasn't until back in July I posted it on Serebii for the first time as "Pokémon Silver Chronicles," but my schedule got in the way of my updating things and I realized I needed to re-do several parts of my fic, so I decided to end it. I re-started yet again with the new title "Within My Own Nightmares," but I had rushed so much that I'd left out crucial details and I really didn't give it my all. Now, I know you all must hate me by now for it, but this is it: my final hurrah. There's no more re-do's, no more make-ups, just this final version of my fic. Characters are being re-hauled, there's now a new prologue to show just how different things will truly be, and there will be many more differences to come. Hopefully you'll stick with it, because I guarantee it'll be something worth reading! Or, at the very least, give it a decent chance. ;D Hahah.

I know my chapters are long, but hopefully the story itself isn't TOO boring. I've got tons of plans in store for this fic, so let's see just how well this works out hahah. This fic will consist of three "books," each one's name being directly linked to the part of the story that specific book holds within it. The books will contain around 20 or so chapters each, and just because I love music so much the first chapter of each book will have a verse from a song that I feel will be relatively appropriate. Hopefully it doesn't detract too much from the experience for those of you who dislike that type of thing.

I encourage anyone who reads this to post with opinions, constructive criticism, etc. I love to hear what anybody thinks whether it's good, bad, or ugly, so don't be shy about posting or PMing me regarding the story. It doesn't have to be reviews, just thoughts on different chapters or whatever else. I love finding out what you guys think of my work, no matter how nice or horrid those thoughts are. :3

Oh! And I almost forgot. This fic is rated PG-13, for anyone who cares about that sort of thing.

Well then... Shall we begin?

And If I die before I wake...
I pray the lord my soul to take.

===Table of Contents===

The Book of Greed

Spoiler

Prologue: The Flames of War
Chapter One: The Monster's Message.
Chapter Two: The Devil at Hand.
Chapter Three: The Mother's Agenda.
Chapter Four: The White Queen.
Chapter Five: The Third Rival.
Chapter Six: Queen Takes Rook.
Chapter Seven: Bittersweet. (Part I / Part II)

Within My Own Nightmares

The Book of Greed

Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas -
Everybody is looking for something.

Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.

~Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics.


Prologue: The Flames Of War​

September 10th, 2000 A.D.
Cinnabar Island; 8:35 P.M.


The ocean waves churned, crashing against the shore of the barren island of Cinnabar and shaking the worn boats at the dock as two women faced each other in the night. A single breeze rolled across the sand and played with their hair, making the differences between the two obvious from even a distance. The woman on the right, young and vibrant, wiped away her sleek blond hair from her bright grey eyes, whereas the woman on the left, although of the same age, seemed tired and nearly decrepit after months of war. Her curly, shoulder-length brunette hair blew into her face, hiding her brown eyes and the frown plastered beneath them.

"You've done well to get this far, Patricia," the woman on the right said, her weary Garchomp eying Patricia's battered Gengar with apparent bloodlust. "But let's end this fighting once and for all. We don't need to continue on this way any longer - we both know that. Surrender, and we can finally end this war so you can return home to your husband and baby boy."

Patricia bit her lip, unsure of whether she should trust her enemy or not. She'd never lost a battle in her life, and if she could defeat her this war would surely be over...

But her mind drifted to the region of Johto, slandered and beaten by the war at hand. The friends she had made so long ago when she began her travels were now dead, and it wouldn't be long before the entire country would collapse. This woman - this monster - gave an ultimatum far too late in this fight for her to ever consider taking it. Her eyes drifted back to the limp body of a man yards away, bruised and unconscious.

Jeff... It's alright. I'll get you out of here. Just trust me.

The woman's thoughts were interrupted by a sweet, apparently understanding voice. "You care for him deeply, don't you? Just think of what would happen to your son if this war were to continue on... You don't want him without a father, do you? This needs to end."

Tears began to well up in Patricia's eyes as she thought of her little boy at home, only six years old and already asking to join a trainer school so he can be like Mommy and Daddy.

But Mommy and Daddy won't back down and let their country be taken over. Not ever. She'd die before she lets that happen. Zach needs to be taught what true trainers are all about.

"You can ask to end this all you want, but it's you that started this conflict. Don't blame us for defending our homes!"

The blonde-haired woman closed her eyes and sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"We're each down to our last Pokemon... This really is the end of the line. I was hoping you would listen to reason, but if you truly won't, good luck."

Patricia exhaled, gazing at the Gengar in front of her. "Good luck."

Nearly instantly the opposing trainer burst into action. "Garchomp, hit it with a dragon claw!"

Patricia was prepared. "Gengar, quickly - dodge it and counter with a shadow ball!"

The two Pokemon leapt into action, performing the age-old dance of death. The bulking blue dragon, its dorsal fin cutting through the air, shot towards the purple ghost as the creature slid to the right and narrowly avoided the dragon's vicious claws. The beast roared defiantly and spun to the right, only to be struck with a purple ball of energy. It shrieked in agony, skidding backwards.

"Perfect," Patricia whispered. "We've got them on the run, Gengar -use hypnosis!"

The creature locked eyes with the bulky dragon, but the land shark dashed forwards and raked its claws through the creature's torso. Gengar spun and fell to the ground, gasping for air, as the blonde-haired woman let out an appreciative cheer.

"You've got it now, Garchomp!"

The ghost let loose another shot of energy, slamming into the dragon's stomach and knocking the breath out of it. Garchomp stood there stunned momentarily before falling to one knee and letting loose a deafening roar.

Both women glared at each other across the deserted island. Patricia could see why her opponent had been praised so highly in her home country, and from the look on the woman's face, she was thinking the same of Patricia. They both knew the obvious, however; one heavy-hitting attack would decide the fate of two regions and all the people affected by this war of misunderstanding. Two champions would decide the fate of the world. There was no time to spare.

"Hurry, Gengar - Focus Blast!"

"Garchomp, give us your most powerful Earthquake!"

An orange ball of energy began to slowly appear between Gengar's hands as the ghost let out a sinister cackle, the dragon staring it down with a sense of hatred as the entire island began to shake. The waves splashed against the shores and the buildings in the distance began to rattle, windows breaking and walls beginning to crack.

The two creatures stared each other down as crackling and an eerie orange glow signified the readiness of Gengar's last attack. Finally, Patricia thought to herself as she fell to her knees from the overwhelming shaking of the Earth. The war's over. Earthquake can't do any damage to my Gengar since it levitates.

The opposing woman looked on, smiling, as the purple ghost cackled maniacally and shot forth the ball of energy. As Patricia watched, however, every hope of winning seemed to drain from her body. The ghost itself was shaken at the last second by the overwhelming move, and its focus blast missed Garchomp's head by mere inches. She slammed her fist into the ground, cursing loudly into the night air, until it suddenly hit her; Earthquake still won't hit her Pokemon.

"Gengar, hurry! Prepare another focus blast while Garchomp is preoccupied! We've got this!"

The blond-haired woman continued to stare at her opponent with a determined look on her face. A look that, from any other contestant, wouldn't have bothered her at all... But there was something behind those grey eyes...

Knowing.

It suddenly hit Patti harder than anything she'd ever experienced before. The ground itself began to churn and crack, and large waves smashed against the rocks at the beach, dragging them back with them into the ocean. A deep rumbling arose from within the Earth as the dragon snarled and sputtered, its eyes squinted with concentration.

Why would she use Earthquake on my Pokemon when she knows that it won't do any damage? None of it made sense. None of it could make sense. Unless...

"No!" Patricia screamed, trying in vain to get to her feet but falling back down to the ground. Had she been too late?! Had she really been that oblivious to everything that was going through her opponent's head?!

Gengar's focus blast began to crackle and spark, nearly ready to be sent flying towards the opposing creature, but something else was now on Patricia's mind. "Don't do this!" she shrieked. "Fight fairly!"

"This is fair!" the woman yelled back, her high-heeled boots quivering but still planted firmly on the ground. "I'm sorry it's come to this... But there's no other options!"

The ground itself began to split and crack as an unbearable heat began to fill the air. The rumbling itself seemed to become a thing, seemed to come alive, as a mansion towards the north of the island began to split and crack. Then, in one sudden movement, it shattered into pieces as rocks and ash began to fly through the air.

"No!" Patricia screamed, trying in vain to crawl towards the wreckage in hopes of stopping what was to come, but to no avail. The pieces flew through the air as lava began to pour from the crater that was once a Pokemon mansion, creeping across the mile-long island and towards the scene of the battle.

"Garchomp, you've done enough - now finish them off with a single crunch while they're sufficiently distracted!"

Patricia's eyes widened as she noticed the large chunk of rock flying through the air towards their position. She let out a shriek as she turned to see its impact site - the unconscious body of the man she'd loved for well over a decade, Jeffrey Romeike.

"Jeff!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Jeff, wake up!" Garchomp sped across the land, narrowing the gap towards Gengar with an impeccable speed as lava shot through the air and slowly consumed building after building on the other side of the island as it made its way towards the battle site.

As the focus blast finally was ready to fire, Patricia knew what had to be done. "Gengar, quickly! Hit it now!" She pointed her finger in the air at the boulder speeding towards Jeff's location, and the ghost, eying the dragon nervously, obeyed. She felt as if she could feel the grasp of her first loss choking her as the orange ball of energy shot towards the rock with precision, cutting through it and blowing it to pieces as the dragon's teeth sank into Gengar and made it pass out from the intense pain.

Patricia gazed at the shower of rocks that slammed into Jeff, battering him to pieces as she screamed out his name and crawled over to him. Across the island the blonde-haired woman looked at the scene, shocked, as she recalled her prized creature that had won her so many battles before. After winning this once and for all, it was time for her to become a leader once again. Trying her hardest to feign interest, she did the best she could do in order to keep up appearances.

"Hurry, Patti - the boats at the dock! We can still make it out of here!"

The lava crept towards the location, but Patricia no longer cared what the other woman had to say; that's what she had already intended to do. She picked Jeff up and recalled her Gengar, limping towards the boats docked less than thirty yards away. Everything seemed to be in slow motion to her now - the panicked look on her enemy's face as she raced towards the docks, the burning buildings of Cinnabar, and the clouds of ash now hovering over what used to be a city. She felt like she was in a dream - a nightmare - one that she would wake up from any second. A rock smashed into the ground next to her as she continued her journey, turning back only to see the sign that had originally said "Welcome to Cinnabar - the fiery town of burning desire" catch fire and burn before her eyes.

The woman ran towards the boats and jumped into the one nearest her, untying it and kicking away from the deserted island that was now the site of her latest victory. She grabbed the oars in the boat and began to row frantically as Patricia slumped her husband into a worn metallic rowboat nearby, quickly doing the same.

The two watched as the lava overtook the island and began to meet the waves that now roared all around them.

Cinnabar had fallen.

Kanto had fallen.

Johto had fallen.

All that was left was death and the bitter sting of the first loss that she had ever had. Now sufficiently far enough away from what had once been Cinnabar - now only a churning mass of lava covered with clouds of ash - she looked down at her husband and huddled up next to him as water sprayed against her face.

Blood trickled from his forehead and cheeks as he breathed slowly, painfully. The rocks, even after Gengar's focus blast, had been far too big. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she stared at Jeff, wishing that, for one last time, he could open his beautiful blue eyes - the ones that she was so thankful her son had inherited from him - and tell her he loved her one last time. Would he know she tried to save him? Would he remember how much she cared...?

She curled against him and, for the final time, held her husband. She felt his pokeballs against her waist, felt the waves which sprayed water into her face as they were crashing against their boat, and heard a rather cold woman's voice off in the distance yell across the waves, "Patti, it's over. You can go home now."

She had failed her mission... The war was over now, they were overrun. Johto had fallen to Sinnoh for god knows what reason. And now, curled up at the bottom of a boat next to the only man she'd ever truly loved, all she had was a little boy at home who wanted to be the one thing that had killed her husband in front of her very own eyes.

A Pokemon Champion.

 

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*slowclap* Nice twist at the end,there.

 

[some colour no doubt]

I had a feeling it was Cynthia, you described her well, really got me interested.

Poor Patti, she put up a good fight but to no avail, that Earthquake tactic was a cheap shot, but i liked how you showed that a pokémon's moves would effect the world around it, not just the battlefield.

Technically, this was great, I didn't spot any glaring grammar errors, so good job in that regard!

Well this looks like it could be very interesting, I'll try to keep reading!

 

[Dawn_Hero]

Thanks, you two. I'm glad you liked it. I was wondering if it would be decent enough for a prologue, but it's rather necessary to the story so I felt it had to be included. I hope to see you guys again next Sunday for Chapter One!

 

[Dawn_Hero]

Chapter One: The Monster's Message.​

I stared up at the sky, the rain pouring down around me and hitting me in icy waves. Was this my town...? I could no longer remember. The sky above was growing black and thunder began to roar, letting loose a wind that cut into my damp skin, chilling me to the bone. I knew I had to run, had to get away. Something was coming for this town- something was coming for me- but I couldn't tell what it was. I glanced around the area, searching in futile for any signs of danger.

To my left was a building, dark and silent, as if it were caught in the throes of a horrible nightmare. The look of it sitting there, alone in the field, sent a shiver up my spine. As another guest of wind blew I shook my head, turning away from the sight and instead looking around for any clues about where I was at. All I could see was a forest ahead of me, outlining this small town and casting an ominous shadow in my direction. This dreadful feeling... Was it coming from there?

I hesitantly took a step forward, unsure of whether or not I wanted to know what was hiding inside of the darkness.

Another step forward.

I gazed intently at the trees, searching for any sign of movement, any sign that I wasn't going crazy. The wind roared past my ears, the rain drenching my clothes and making them stick to my skin. I fought off my fear, fought off the need to run away and continued to trudge through the storm.

Whatever's hiding, I can tell it doesn't belong here. It doesn't want to be here. At the same time, though, I can sense its urgency. What does it need to do so badly...?

I found myself standing at the tree line, too scared to step into the forest. The space between the trees seemed to darken, seemed to intensify, as if they were housing something far more sinister than shadows. I gulped. Whatever it was that was coming, it was close.

Lightning shot overhead and the wind howled as it tried desperately to escape from this oncoming force. I'm losing my mind... I thought to myself nervously. Nothing's here. I need to go back before the storm hits. I need to go home -

I stopped, frozen in place, as I stared into the trees. I couldn't continue my thoughts. I could only stand there, gazing back into a single, piercingly blue eye that had appeared in front of me within the shadows. Its glare felt strong and invasive- almost demonic- as if it was staring directly into my soul. Suddenly I began to feel as if I was drowning, as if this thing was suffocating me without even touching me. It was at that moment it spoke, a gasping, rattling sound that chilled me far worse than the storm ever could have.

"I need to deliver a message."​

I shot straight up in my bed, gasping for air. I looked around wildly for the monster, the trees, the storm...

Nothing.

Only a messy, poster-covered bedroom. I fell back down onto my bed, trying to catch my breath. Another bad dream. That had to be the millionth one this week, but none of those had felt that... Strange. None of those had felt that real. I could've sworn I had actually been standing out in a field somewhere, drenched in the rain. My hair clung to my sweaty forehead as I gave a small groan of annoyance. Time for a shower, I guess. I pulled the blankets off of myself and stood up, wobbling at first before quickly gaining my balance. That monster had said something about delivering a message, too. What could that dream have meant...?

A scratching sound at my window knocked me out of my thoughts. I hesitantly stepped over and opened up the curtains, almost expecting to see a blue eye glaring back at me from the other side of the dirty glass. Instead I was greeted with the sight of an overgrown pine tree branch, the needles scraping against my window sill. With a sigh - was that disappointment I just felt? - I opened my window and let the cool morning breeze wash over me.

The scent of rain. Grinning, I leaned out the window and felt the gentle drizzle tap against my face as thunder roared overhead. So there really is a storm, eh?

The dream flashed through my mind again and realization fell upon me like the icy sheets of rain had in my nightmare. I knew exactly where the nightmare had taken place- I couldn't believe it hadn't all clicked together before now. As I gazed at the line of trees less than five blocks away, their shadows intermingling, a small shiver ran down my spine. I hadn't been far away from my house at all. In fact, the dream had taken place directly next to Professor Elm's research lab...

...Wait. Professor Elm!

I shot up but suddenly felt my head bounce back, a sharp pain searing across my forehead as I looked dumbly at the windowsill I had just hit. Groaning, I slowly began to regain focus on the task at hand.

How could I have completely forgotten? Today's the day! April first! I finally get to choose my first Pokémon! Searching for a clock, I began to panic. Had I slept in?! By instinct my eyes flew to the wall my bed was rested against, but the space where the clock had been was now inhabited by the diploma I had received for having graduated from years of classes at a trainer school. I cursed silently- replacing that clock was the stupidest decision I had made in ages. This had to be the millionth time I'd gone to look there for the time only to see that stupid piece of paper. My eyes finally found the alarm clock stationed on my nightstand and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Only eight-forty-five," I said to myself reassuringly. Trainers were supposed to arrive at the lab around ten, so I was just fine. As I sank back into reality with a sigh of relief, the nightmare flashed through my mind once more. It had felt so real...

I shook my head, turning to the posters lining my room in hopes of comfort. Over the years I'd actually amassed quite a collection: The three starters of the Johto region, different artists' drawings of legendary Pokémon, and tons of different famous trainers. As I looked around the room I whispered their names to myself in my mind, hoping in vain that the thought of them would help alleviate my stress.

Claire... Jasmine... Karen... Cynthia... Prudence...

Mom...

My eyes lingered on her poster for a split second, an ecstatic look in her young eyes as the champion's crown slightly slipped over them, before I forced myself to wander over to the other posters that I'd chosen for my room. I had made sure to have a poster for every single gym leader of Johto, the region in which I lived. Falkner, Bugsy, Whitney, Morty, Jasmine, Chuck, Pryce, Claire... I loved how cool they all looked, but the posters that especially popped out to me were those of Cynthia. She was the champion of the Sinnoh region, but more importantly, she was my idol. On top of being a champion, she'd also defeated so many gyms and captured so many Pokémon that it wasn't even funny.

Whatever she did she always made sure to do well, something which I had taken to heart at a very young age. I frowned. She probably never had to deal with a boring little town where nothing happened like New Bark when she was growing up. The coolest thing to me, though, was that she was one of the only people who my mother could never defeat. It was considered treacherous to idolize such a woman after the war between Sinnoh and Johto that ended nearly a decade ago, but I had never been one to care for what others thought. I silently admired her poster as a flash of lightning outside temporarily lit up my room. She even looked cool... Her black outfit, her platinum-blonde hair, her piercing gray eyes...

"I need to deliver a message."​

I let out another shiver, snapping out of my daydreams. That wasn't real, Zach. Stop making yourself think about it. With a heavy sigh I peeled myself away from my poster collection. I had to get ready for my first Pokémon! I navigated through the mess of my room, careful to avoid stepping on any heaps of clothes that could be covering up something valuable, before opening up the door and walking across the hall to the bathroom.

"Are you awake, Zach?" my mother called up to me from downstairs. "Want some breakfast to start your day off right?" The smell of cleaners and soap wafted up from the staircase leading to the living room, the first sign that it was a Friday morning. She'd more than likely spent the entire night cleaning the house, just like she always did at the end of each week. As I walked across the hall I couldn't help but wonder if the extra strength of the aroma this morning had anything to do with me leaving today. It seems like she's always reaching for the detergent whenever she doesn't want something to happen.

Oh well. It's alright, just as long as she doesn't start asking me to clean up my room again. I chuckled. It's the only room in the entire house that isn't ever perfectly clean besides the basement, and that's just because Mom's horrified there's monsters down there.

"Sure, Mom, thanks, but give me a few minutes. I'm going to take a quick shower first."

I strode into the bathroom and closed the door, undressing before I got into the shower and turned it on. Everything that had led up to this point seemed to flash through my mind. All my years in trainer school with my two friends Ashley and Duncan had finally paid off, and the three of us would finally be beginning our journey today. I'd graduated with them from the Violet City Pokémon Academy with honors in everything but battling and history, where I'd consistently received a mix of decent and horrible markings through-out my years of education. You could ask me all you wanted to about type advantages, but ask for me to use that as a strategy in battle or tell you how we'd lost the war with Sinnoh and I'd be screwed.

None of that battling or history stuff matters anyways, since I've graduated and can finally become a trainer. I could now collect my Pokémon on the first of any month, and my friends and I had chosen- with a little pushing from a certain someone- to start in April. I knew exactly how today was going to go down; I'd go ahead and eat breakfast, grab my things and then head off to Elm's lab, where I'd meet up with the legendary Pokémon researcher Professor Elm and his four aides in order to collect my very first Pokémon.

To some people, it might be sort of scary to go to a famous professor's lab and demand a Pokémon, but here in New Bark Town we all knew each other. In fact, his four aides- Prudence, Piper, and Paige Emerson- were all like sisters to me. In fact, they were all actually sisters, too. They'd each been around while I was growing up and had even babysat me when I was younger. We always used to play when I was little, and we still get to hang out a lot now when they aren't away doing research for the Professor.

Heck, I even had a poster of Prue that she gave me hanging up in my room. Hers were relatively rare, though, seeing as how she hasn't fought any gyms since she decided to become Elm's battle research assistant. Out of all the sisters, I'd have to say she was my favorite, too- she was just so strong, so pretty-

I shook my head, feeling my face turn bright red with embarrassment. I was getting off track... My brain must have been rattled from when I had hit it on the windowsill.

I turned off the shower and stepped out, drying myself with a towel and then wrapping it around my waist. As I left the bathroom I stole a glance at my reflection in the mirror; patches of dirty blonde hair were sticking out at horrifying angles, some dangling into my bright blue eyes. Laughing, I patted it down so that it fell neatly over my eyebrows like always. Wouldn't want to start my journey off with a bad hair day, now would I?

With that I rushed into my room to throw on some clothes, knowing that the sooner I got out of this house the sooner this boring story I called a life could come to an end. As I threw a black T-shirt over my head a cold gust of wind blew through my room - the wind roared past my ears, the rain drenching my clothes and making them stick to my skin - making me shiver, nature's way of reminding me to grab one of my favorite white zip-up hoodies. I was never one for wearing white clothes due to how messy I tended to be when it came to eating or drinking, but the Lugia silhouette across the front had cemented it as one of my favorite articles of clothing.

I casually glanced at my alarm clock as I walked out into the hallway, tugging the hoodie down over me. Nine-oh-five. Still plenty of time to eat before I head out. I casually walked down the stairs to the living room, careful to grab the backpack I had prepared the night before that was sitting at the landing. As I glanced around the living room, I quickly realized with a small groan that I had been right about my mother spending the entire night cleaning.


The living room was spotless; the windows to my front and left were absolutely immaculate except for the streams of rain sliding down their surfaces. The large TV tucked neatly into the corner where the two windows met was dusted completely with the documentary Search for the Red Gyarados flickering across its screen at a low volume, one of the few shows my mother and I both enjoyed watching together. The furniture, neatly arranged around the windows and TV to create our living room, looked as if it had been vacuumed. Directly to my right was my mother's trophy shelves, all of her cups and badges sparkling in the dim light the windows let in. Plastered above it was a home-made wooden sign with the phrase "It's good to be Queen" etched into it, my mother's trademark ever since she rose to fame for her battling skills.

I walked past the display, trying my best to forget its presence as I sat down at the dining room table. To the left of me, right next to the front door, was yet another window. The blinds were closed on this one, but I had a feeling that if I had opened them this window would be spotless as well. Mom seemed compulsive about having everything perfectly cleaned in her house. I smirked.

Except my room, that is.

"Ready for breakfast, little boy blue?" my mother asked with a smile, walking out from the kitchen with two plates already made. She smoothed out her black top, now covered with specks of hash browns and eggs, her brown eyes bright and energetic despite the long night she'd just spent doing chores. She sat a large plate in front of me that was almost overflowing with burnt bacon and soggy hash browns as she set hers down across the table from myself. She was the Queen of cleaning, alright, but cooking was never exactly her specialty. Behind her, an entryway and window gave access to a counter where the kitchen began, entirely white and sparkling after my mother's scrub-down. I quickly realized that the cleaner and soap I had been smelling had actually been coming from there, masking the faint scent of smoke still lingering from when I assumed the eggs burnt.

She took off her pink rubber gloves and placed them on the kitchen counter before picking up two glasses of milk and quickly turning back to face me, her slightly curly, shoulder-length brown hair bouncing around her. "Bacon, eggs and hash browns. Your favorite!" Well, it's the thought that counts. She sat down across from me and began to eat as I gazed at my plate, toying with my eggs before beginning to do the same.

"So, how'd you sleep?" she asked, stirring me from my thoughts as she took a bite of her bacon.

"Not so well..." I sighed, shoveling down my eggs. The eye flashed through my mind yet again, sending a shiver down my spine as I thought of what it had said. What message was it wanting to deliver...? I shook my head. It was just a stupid dream, Zach. Stop acting like you can find some sort of meaning behind it. Do you seriously have to analyze everything? A look of deep interest and concern had spread across Mom's face. Noticing it, I quickly continued. "I'd really rather not talk about it, though."

A flash of disappointment. "Oh? Why not?" she asked eagerly, using a fork to toy around with her food.

"No reason... Just because. Besides, I need to finish up here quickly if I'm going to be heading out to Elm's lab here in a few." I quickly moved on to my hash browns, none of them standing a chance against my fork and appetite. If cooked properly, hash browns could be one of my favorite foods of all time. Though this wasn't precisely the case, I had no qualms with eating as much of them as possible. "I was hoping to get there early and maybe get some tips from Prue and Piper on battling before everyone else shows up. We both know how much I'd need it."

She let out a little laugh. "Look outside, Zach! Do you honestly think I'm going to let you get your first Pokémon in this kind of weather? You're staying home! I can't believe I forgot how rainy it always is this month..." She looked off to the side thoughtfully before shaking her head and continuing. "I'm sure that May's probably a better month to begin your grand adventure anyways, right? It's definitely much warmer, that's for sure."

My jaw dropped as I held a piece of bacon up to it. "Wait... What?! Are you being serious?!"

"Well, it's not like it's the most brilliant idea to go out during a storm now, is it? No Pokémon will be running around, you'll catch a cold... Next month will be warmer anyways. Besides, it's dangerous out there in the rain. You never know what could happen."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Last month I didn't go because she figured it was far too cold for a lot of Pokémon to appear, and that would be the month most trainers started their journey so everything would be way too crowded. I had actually somewhat agreed with her logic then, but this... This was getting ridiculous.

I put my fork down, refusing to eat anything else. "I waited until April like you asked me to- all my friends did, too! I'm not waiting any longer! I want to get out there and be a trainer, just like you!"

She smiled at me, trying her best to hide the all-knowing look she gets on her face when talking about Pokémon. The look she knows for a fact that I hate with a burning passion. "Now, now, I get that and all. But being a trainer... It's a lot harder work than you realize. Trust me, an extra month of preparation would do wonders. I know how you want to be the best, and people who prepare themselves always do better!" The amount of thinly veiled self-admiration in her last sentence made me cringe.

"Do you honestly expect me to wait just because of a little rain, Mom? You know how much I love this kind of weather- we both do!" I felt trapped; there's no way she could honestly think some rain would stop me... Right? I could feel the anger bubbling up inside of me. "Can't you see that you're being ridiculous?"

"Well, you wanted to pick a Cyndaquil as your first Pokémon, right? It wouldn't be good for it to be in the rain!" She took a bite of her hash browns, laughing a little, as I lowered my head. She must've noticed how I wasn't kidding, as the next time she spoke her voice was much softer. "I realize it's a pain... But c'mon. We can get through this! I'm sure your friends will wait, too. Don't worry about it, Zach." She paused, contemplating something. "What if I were to say you could get it today and then leave after a couple of weeks when we're sure it wouldn't rain anymore?"

I looked back up at her, glaring, before I shoved my plate forward. "I'm finished." I sat up and pushed my chair in, grabbing my backpack and heading upstairs.

"Awww, Zacher-bear, don't be like that!" my mother called after me. "Come on, it's not that bad!" There was a moment of silence as I stomped up the stairs before she quickly added, "but if you're going to go to your room, sweetie, then why not clean it up a little?"

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I trudged into my room and shut the door behind me, pressing my back against it as I thought of what I could do. No matter what, I had to get my Pokémon. Walking out the front door wouldn't do anything- my mom has some of the strongest Pokémon I've ever seen. I can't really fight her face-to-face about what I'm going to do. In fact, I never really had to before this- I almost always agree with what she has to say.

I was already beginning to feel bad at the thought of hurting my mother's feelings by stomping off like that, but I forced my guilty thoughts aside as I restlessly looked around my room. I had to find a way to get out of this house and get my first Pokémon! If I could get it, I'm sure someone at the lab- Prue, more than likely- would defend me if Mom stomped over and tried to drag me home. But... What could I do to get out of here?

There's always something...

As I stood there, lost in thought, a gentle breeze rolled through my room and washed over my face, snapping me out of my daydreaming instantly. "That's it!"

I ran over to my window, looking out at the pine tree. "Don't fail me now," I cautioned it, clumsily raising myself up onto the windowsill. I never was good at P.E., either. Why do I always have to suck at the really important stuff? As I gently stuck out a foot and placed it on one of the lower branches of the tree, something my mother had said downstairs came to mind.

"It's dangerous out there in the rain. You never know what could happen."

I snickered, shoving the thought out of my mind as I grabbed onto another branch and swung myself off the windowsill. Like what, Mom? Look at me! I'm fine! Before I knew it I was working my way down the tree, pine needles jabbing into me from all sides. I couldn't remember the last time I had climbed down this tree, but it seemed just as stable as it used to be. Thankfully this tree's on the side so mom can't see me. Now if I can stay nice and quiet, I might just get away with this -

SNAP!

A branch gave way underneath me, making me hurdle to the ground. With a loud yelp of pain I landed directly on my butt, branches and twigs cascading down around me. I was on my feet in seconds, rubbing my sore behind and letting out a small groan as I limped away from my house as fast as I possibly could. "Hopefully mom didn't hear any of that," I muttered to myself. "Not only would I get killed for sneaking out, but I'd probably get a nice 'I told you so' before the execution." I began to feel bad again, running away like this, but I knew it was the only way to become a trainer today. Who cares if it was childish? Once my mother makes up her mind about something, there's absolutely no going against her. Sadly, it sounded like she had made up her mind about me not leaving the house today.

I walked along, listening for the sound of my mother's yells when she realized what I'd done, but they never came. The soreness had already gone away since the fall wasn't far, and I knew if I had to I'd be able to sprint to Elm's lab if my mom started coming after me. As I continued the journey, my mind slowly started to drift from thoughts of my mother to thoughts of the adventure ahead of me.

The light rain was actually rather pleasant, and to me the sight of all these white houses lined up one after the other, their picketed yards wet with rain, was actually sort of pretty. If this is what I had ahead of me in the other towns, it would actually be sort of... Well, fun to travel, not just because of Pokémon, but because of the sights you'd see. Up ahead I could see Duncan's house and I stopped for a second, wondering if I should go tell him to come with me to the lab since he'll be going in half an hour or so anyways. I quickly remembered his father, though, who was the type of man that, if he even so much as had a small suspicion I had sneaked out, would drag me back to my mother kicking and screaming. Duncan could wait.

I trudged along in the drizzle, lightning cracking overhead as I turned the corner. Elm's lab was finally visible through the gentle rain, the building silent and dark in the midst of an approaching storm. With a laugh I quickened my pace, rushing past the last few houses on the block and making my way across the large clearing around his laboratory. I knew that even though the lights were off, Elm and the Emerson sisters were all in there preparing for the new trainers who would be coming within the hour. It's not like they're asleep...

They can't go to sleep, right? They're always working. Always. But if that's the case... Why does it look so... Deserted?

A single thought shot through my mind, chilling me to the core.

To my left was a building, dark and silent, as if it were caught in the throes of a horrible nightmare.​

I stopped in my tracks, gazing at the building for a second. It's just like my dream... But... But that's impossible. It's just a coincidence... Despite telling myself that, I turned to the right, gazing nervously towards the line of trees so far away from me in the distance. There was a part of me afraid of what I would find within those shadows if I went to look. The more I stare at it, the more trees that seem to appear. They're everywhere.

All I could see was a forest ahead of me, outlining this small town and casting an ominous shadow in my direction.​

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I shivered, beginning to walk towards the lab again as I gazed out past the clearing and into the forest. This is getting too weird. Way too weird. I need to get inside. Fast.The rain began to pick up, slapping against my face as a rough wind blew past me. The wind intensified, lightning cracking overhead as the gentle drizzle began to turn into a downpour. The storm was almost here.

The wind roared past my ears, the rain drenching my clothes and making them stick to my skin.​

I fought off the memory of my dream, desperately wanting to scream at myself to stop thinking so much as I neared the laboratory. I was close enough to it I felt as if I could taste the brand new life that was about to begin- all the accomplishments I was going to have, all the friends and people I would meet... I would never have to worry about having a boring life in some small little town ever again.

That's right, Zach, distract yourself.

I laughed as I neared the corner of the building, mostly to quiet my nerves. Not far now... Not far... I glanced back at the forest again, as if to try and shrug off the strange power it seemed to have had over me after my dream, but found myself frozen in fear instead. A single, piercingly blue eye stared back at me from behind the line of trees. It widened, noticing my gaze, and in an instant it disappeared.

I couldn't move.

That... That was just my imagination... Th-there's nothing there now... A shiver ran down my spine. I couldn't deny what I'd seen, even from such a distance. It was exactly like in my dream. I couldn't move my eyes from where I'd seen it, couldn't take a step away, I felt as if I couldn't even breathe. What's going on here...? What exactly's hiding in those trees...? What's coming after me...?!

The space between the trees seemed to darken, seemed to intensify, as if they were housing something far more sinister than shadows.​

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I tried to speak, tried to do anything, but all that came out of me was a high-pitched whistle. Then, from within the trees, the shadows began to churn. I stared, wide-eyed, as part of the forest's unified shadow moved forward, breaking away slowly at first, then picking up speed. It began to shoot along the ground, separating itself completely from the darkness underneath the trees as it zoned in on its prey. I tried to move, tried to run, but I felt as if I couldn't control my own body anymore. I can't even scream. This... This thing. It's finally found me.

I knew I had to run, had to get away. Something was coming for this town - something was coming for​

me - but I couldn't tell what it was.​

The shadow stopped abruptly in front of me, a perfect, black circle that was unaffected by the falling rain. Then, before my eyes, it began to morph. A silvery-white strand of what looked like smoke rose from the middle of the shadow, and as more of the figure appeared I saw that the smoke was coming from a dark black head, a red chain showing up around the creature's neck. Its blue eye stared at me yet again, the other hidden beneath the silvery smoke.

I let out a low moan of protest, trying to shake my head but unable to do anything at all as this- this thing began to suffocate me with some strange power. The creature continued to gaze at me, its breath rattling in the cold, rainy air as my mother's words echoed through my mind yet again. "It's dangerous out there in the rain. You never know what could happen." I wished I had listened to her, wished I had stayed inside as the creature shortened the gap between the two of us. I couldn't move my eyes away from the monster, couldn't run, couldn't scream as it slowly began to speak to me, its rattling voice whispering through the rain the six words that filled me with more fear than I had ever thought possible.

"I need to deliver a message."​

 

[UB-01 Kenobi]

Nice to see this back! Following!

 

[---]

Woah, deja vu. Though it's nice.

 

[Dawn_Hero]

@ GB: Glad to see you like it back. :3 Hope it'll do just as well, if not better, than the first time I had it up here now that it's edited and smoothed out! Hahah.
@MusicNFics: Hahahah, definitely a deja vu if you remember the original chapter one.

 

[AetherX]

It's sooo awesome to read this again, I forgot how amazing of a writer you are. Compared to last time it appears things are slightly darker, although that may just be because we know more this time. I loved the prologue, very intriguing. It'll probably be a little repetitive going through these first few chapters again, but since they're so well written I doubt it will be a problem. Can't wait for more!

BTW, reading this while listening to Two Steps From Hell's Power of Darkness album is amazing. Just saying...

 

[Trouble]

Oh no, I wish I would have read this sooner. I just wrote into my fic that one of my characters destroyed Cinnabar not too long ago. The volcanic eruption was started by an earthquake. Grr, oh well this story is really well-written and I'm thoroughly intrigued and entertained.

 

[Dawn_Hero]

It's sooo awesome to read this again, I forgot how amazing of a writer you are. Compared to last time it appears things are slightly darker, although that may just be because we know more this time. I loved the prologue, very intriguing. It'll probably be a little repetitive going through these first few chapters again, but since they're so well written I doubt it will be a problem. Can't wait for more!

BTW, reading this while listening to Two Steps From Hell's Power of Darkness album is amazing. Just saying...

It's good to hear from you again, Aether! ;D I see one of your characters won an award in the newest awards thread. 'Gratz! She was always one of my favorites.

As for the rest, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :] Yeah, these chapters will be somewhat the same, but also rather different. As we go on, you may see how certain characters have been tweaked or completely changed. I hope it's not too boring for you and others who've already read it! I do intend to make things slightly darker and more sinister in the beginning, so let's hope that's actually pulled off well. Thanks so much for your compliments and your time! I'm getting around to Unpredictable before school starts back up for me. I may only start with the latest chapter, but I will get it done! Hahah. :3

Oh no, I wish I would have read this sooner. I just wrote into my fic that one of my characters destroyed Cinnabar not too long ago. The volcanic eruption was started by an earthquake. Grr, oh well this story is really well-written and I'm thoroughly intrigued and entertained.

Oh, I'm sorry. D: I haven't read any fan fics by other people in ages due to my busy schedule, so I had no idea. It had always been in my mind to use that scene as a plot point in my story, but now I feel bad. Thank you for enjoying the story though - I hope to see you again for chapter two!

 

[Trouble]

No, no, I think you wrote it before I did, so I was the one who wasn't reading this fic.

 

[Dawn_Hero]

No, no, I think you wrote it before I did, so I was the one who wasn't reading this fic.

Oh, alright. Well, it's all good. No hard feelings, man. Hahah. Great minds think alike, after all!

 

[Dawn_Hero]

Alright, guys... Without further ado, here's Chapter Two! Just a quick note, though... I did reference four aides in Chapter One, but there are only three. Sorry! I deleted that reference and everything should be alright now.

Chapter Two: The Devil At Hand.​

I stared in horror as the creature lifted up a black, shadowy hand towards me, its breath seeming to chill the already-cold morning air. The wind began to roar, rain cutting into my skin as lightning shot overhead. I didn't know what this creature was, didn't know what it wanted, and I didn't know what message it had to deliver, but what I did know was that I had to get away. I fought my fear, reaching deep inside myself in order to find something- anything- to help me get away from the fate I was about to face.

The creature continued to stare into my eyes, its gasping breath eerily distinguishable over the wind as it lurched towards me in the midst of the storm. I knew I had to run, had to get away, had to scream, had to do anything.

As its shadowy fingers crept towards my face I could feel a scream building inside of me. I don't want to die! For Arceus's sake, I haven't even started my journey yet! I don't want to die! I could feel my legs start to quiver beneath me. My rising scream was suffocated deep inside of my chest. All I could do was mutter a soft, feeble, "no...!"

The creature stopped and stared at me curiously, its hand still outstretched. I continued to force myself to speak. "W-what do you want from me...? What a-are you...?!" The creature's eyes widened, its look turning to that of surprise.

"You... Don't know me...?"

It began to shake its head furiously, lurching away from me and toward the tree-lines. "You..."

Its voice rattled as it turned around, its sunken eyes locking on to me.

"You must not be the one I'm looking for..."

The wind began to howl, slamming against my face and stinging my eyes as the monster slowly drifted away through the gale. Against my will they shut tightly, blocking out the sight in front of me and leaving myself helpless in the midst of a storm. Then, as quickly as the gust had came, it went away. The wind itself went away, the rain returning to a gentle drizzle as I nervously opened my eyes, half-expecting the creature to be standing in front of me. The creature was gone. The dark, ominous feeling in the air had dissipated. I could actually breathe again. I gasped for air, falling backwards onto the cement as I stared in shock at the trees.

"What just happened...?!" I whispered to myself, looking around wildly for any sign of the strange creature. "That did just happen... Right...?" I finally caught my breath, wobbling to my feet so the back of my pants didn't get too wet. What did that thing want from me? What made it go away?

More importantly, how come the same thing had happened in my dreams?

I glanced nervously at the trees once more- no eyes, no scary shadows. Just a small forest caught in a little rainstorm. I gave a sigh of relief. "Okay... So I have gone crazy," I muttered to myself, rubbing my forehead as if hoping the delusions that I was suffering from would go away quickly. "I've gone completely insane - "

CRASH!

I jumped in surprise, looking around wildly for the culprit of the noise. Had the creature never really left? Another crash, this time accompanied with screams. That sounded almost like it was coming from... From...

Professor Elm's lab! Realization flooded upon me as I sprinted towards the empty building. The creature couldn't be going after them, right? Right?! As I turned the corner, I could feel all the color drain from my face. Wrong.

One of the windows of the lab was shattered, a broken computer and stapler laying face down in the wet lawn and surrounded by thousands of shards of glass. "Someone get it out of here!" a girl's voice screamed from the inside- a voice I knew very well. Piper screeched again, this time almost sounding as if she were in pain. Was it one of the aides that the creature had been looking for?

I ran towards the lab, crunching over the glass on the lawn and winding up directly at their front door. What could it want from these guys?! I don't care how scary that thing is- I've gotta save them! Summoning my courage, I swung open the door and ran inside, slamming it behind me as I took in the scene.

The lab was torn to pieces; desks were overturned, the bookcases Elm always had lined up along his walls were lying on the ground with their books scattered everywhere and torn pages resting on the floor. I could see other computers had been broken as well- several were resting in the middle of the room with the glass from their screens coating the ground.

"Zach?! What are you doing here? Get down!" another voice yelled towards me. A man poked his head out from an overturned computer table by the broken window, his short brown hair sticking out at odd angles and a small cut bleeding right above his left eye. His glasses were askew and his white lab coat was cut open, the blue shirt underneath somewhat dirty.

"Professor Elm...?"

A book shot at me from the middle of the room. I quickly ducked, the book hitting along the wall right where my head had been a mere second ago. "What's going on here?!" I yelled, running for cover behind a huge bookcase on its side to my left. I quickly peeked around the corner of it, looking for what had attacked me.

A tiny black Pokémon- one I couldn't believe I had missed seeing my first time looking around the lab- was stationed in the middle of the room, growling defensively in my direction. It had what looked like a large, red feather sticking out of its head and three more sticking out of its lower back to form a sort of tail. On each of its hands and feet were two large, white claws that it was sharpening menacingly as it stared at me. On its head and chest were a small yellow oval.

I learned about this Pokémon in Trainer School- it's a Sneasel! What's it doing down in New Bark Town? They're only ever up in the mountains! The Sneasel picked up another book and threw it in my direction with a territorial screech, forcing me to stop thinking and duck back behind the bookcase instead.

"Wait, wait, wait! Zach's here?" another voice called out, this time belonging to Professor Elm's aide Paige. I peeked out from my hiding place as her head popped up from behind a shelter made of three book cases on their sides at the opposite side of the room, her shoulder-length, slightly curly black hair falling over her face and into her eyes from the battle with the Sneasel. "Hey, Zach! I was wondering when you'd get here! Sorry the lab's sort of a mess, but-" a Pokémon encyclopedia hit her in the forehead before she could finish her sentence, making her fall back behind the bookcases with a painful grunt.

"Paige! What did I tell you about ducking?!" Professor Elm cried out. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she called back, a both pained and resentful tone in her voice.

"What Paige was saying," another voice called out, this time belonging to Piper, "is that when we woke up this morning and came down to the lab to get ready for you guys coming today, we found a wild Sneasel waiting for us in here." I looked over at the black Pokémon, who was now growling and walking over to the bookcase shelter where all three aides seemed to be hiding. "We don't know how it really got in here, but we're guessing it somehow followed Prue home from her latest trip to Mt. Silver."

"Sorry!" Prue called out guiltily, waving a hand above their hiding spot before quickly bringing it back down with a yelp of surprise as an airborne keyboard missed it by an inch. As Piper began ranting to Prue and Paige about how they needed to keep themselves hidden from the Sneasel by not showing themselves, I thought about what she had said.

Mt. Silver... That was a mountain between the Kanto and Johto regions where hardly any trainers were allowed to go because of the ferociously strong Pokémon living there. Prue got to go, however, since she beat all the gyms in both Kanto and Johto and was an aide of Professor Elm's.

"Mt. Silver... So this thing's monstrously strong then...?" I asked feebly, trying to keep my hands from shaking. Piper paused, contemplating the answer as someone else replied for her.

"Nah, trust me, if it was as strong as your average Pokémon in Mt. Silver there wouldn't be anything left in the lab by now. I think this one's just a baby," Prue called back. "Probably only a few days old. The problem's that we can't find our Pokéballs in this mess- we had them sitting on our desks before that thing attacked in a rage and destroyed everything." Prue paused, then muttered more to herself than anyone else, "just one hit from my Kingdra or Typhlosion probably would've knocked it out for good so that we could bring it back to where it came from."

I looked around, trying to spot Prue's Pokéballs- or any Pokéballs, for that matter. There had to be something we could do to fight this thing. Sadly, as far as I could see, there seemed to be no trace of anything we could use whatsoever. The Sneasel screeched and chucked a stapler at Professor Elm, who barely managed to dodge it. How strange that a person can't even find any Pokémon to fight this thing with in a research lab...

My eyes lit up, a clever grin spreading across my face. Maybe we could after all! "Professor Elm!" I called out, hoping the Sneasel wouldn't follow my voice over to my hiding place since I wasn't as well-defended as the aides. "Don't you have the starter Pokémon you were going to give away to us today? Where are they? Maybe we could use them to fight this thing off, especially if it's only a baby!"

Professor Elm let out a cry of delight. "Excellent thinking, Zach!" he called back. "I'm so used to the thought of having them reserved for new trainers that I didn't even think of using them!" He gave a thoughtful hum. "They should be..."

He let out an annoyed groan from behind his hiding spot. "They're in the back of the lab. There's no way we could get to them without the Sneasel noticing." I glanced over my bookcase, noticing the door to my far left at the back of the building. Elm was right, there's no way we could get there without the Sneasel noticing what was going on.

"Zach!" Prue called out, seemingly excited. "Are you still by the front door?"

"Yeah... Why?"

"That means you're the one with the clearest shot to get back there since the rest of us are piled behind layers of defense! Do you think you could go get one of the starters? We'll try to distract this thing- once we do, you run back there as fast as you can and bring back a Pokémon!"

I gulped, my entire body shaking now at the thought of trying to run past the creature. How was I supposed to sneak past this thing when I'm the biggest ditz around? "W-what?!" I whimpered, suddenly feeling rather weak.

I could hear Piper quickly hiss at Prue from behind their book cases, "Yeah, what?!"

"Just calm down!" Prue yelled back at me. "We've got you covered! You'll be fine, don't worry about us. Just get up and run as fast as you can once we tell you to!"

I peeked over the bookcase as Prue stood up, her sleeveless black top decorated with cuts and claw marks. Her blue jeans had a long slash from her ankle to her knee, and her jet black hair fell down messily past her shoulders. Despite all this, her green eyes had a look of determination in them- the kind they always had whenever she was ready to do something. She quickly reached down and pulled up a panicked Piper, whose low-cut black top sported a large cut across the stomach. Her brown hair, reaching down to her middle, was just as messy as Prue's but her brown eyes had the exact opposite look of her sister's: fear.

"You better know what you're doing, Prue, or if this thing doesn't kill you, I will!"

Paige seemed to be snickering at her sister's nervousness as she stood up afterwards, a bruise already starting to appear on her cut-up face from the encyclopedia that had previously hit her.

"It's fine, just trust me!" Prue said reassuringly, picking up the keyboard the wild Sneasel had thrown at her hand earlier and banging it against the bookcases they'd been hiding so desperately behind. "Hey! Fresh prey over here!"

The Sneasel needed no further coaxing. It quickly turned to them and threw a stapler at Prue, which she dodged with ease. It then turned on Paige, throwing another book that hit her directly in the stomach.

"Paige! Can't you duck?!"

She doubled over, groaning in pain, "It's harder than you think, Professor!"

"Go, Zach! Run!" Prue yelled, motioning to me hurriedly as the Sneasel began pelting each of the aides with different objects. A chair leg nearly hit Piper outside the head as she ducked for cover, Paige darting to the left as a shard of glass whizzed past her ear. "We've got this covered!"

Why on Earth did I run in here thinking I could save them when I'm the biggest wuss in this entire town? Why do I feel the need to stick myself in a situation like this?! Fighting off the thoughts in my head, I nodded my head nervously and ran out from my wooden shelter, bolting for the door on the far end of the room as the many startled cries of the aides as they dodged various items met my ears. Why did I have to come early? Why did I have to let myself run and get the Pokémon? Why did I have to try and impress them? I shook the thought from my head, focusing on the task at hand. The lab was large- I had a long way to go. Okay... Maybe if I'm quiet, this Sneasel won't even notice me. It's worth a try, right?

Wrong again.

Before the thought had fully formed, my foot crunched on the broken glass of a computer screen, immediately catching the little devil's attention. It turned to face me sinisterly, letting out a low growl as I darted towards the door. So much for that idea.

"No you don't!" Prue seethed, slamming the keyboard down yet again on the bookcase. She never could handle losing well- if this plan were to fail, it would be a severe blow to her unmatchable pride. I gulped. Not to mention my physical health. "We're what you want!" she yelled out desperately.

The Sneasel didn't seem to agree with her; it continued to chase after me, knocking over a small table as it picked up speed. Letting out a nervous moan, I ran as fast as I could. That wasn't really saying much- I hated running. It was horrible and, more importantly at this moment in time, I was horrible at it. Hell, I couldn't even run a mile in less than nine minutes. I glanced back- despite my having a head start, the Sneasel was already gaining on me.

"Hey! No!" Piper yelled out, the fear previously found in her voice now replaced with anger. "Leave him alone!" Piper followed Prue's lead, grabbing the stapler and slamming it against the bookcases. They all began shouting at the Sneasel, making as much noise as possible in hopes of drawing its attention away from me but to no avail.

I nervously peeked over my shoulder at the Sneasel, who was gaining on me far quicker than I had expected. Panting and sweating, I tried my hardest to go faster, but it was still going to catch me. Before I even would know what was going on it would be shredding me to pieces. This is it! I'm screwed! I haven't even started my adventure yet and I'm already done for! I glanced back again. The Sneasel was even closer now, a devious grin on its face as it lifted its claw predatorily. I gulped, forcing myself to run faster. It... It looked hungry.

"We said leave him alone!" Prue yelled, maneuvering over the bookcases in one swift movement. In a moment she was chasing after us, her jet-black hair flying behind her as her sisters yelled at her to get back behind the bookcases.

I could feel the Sneasel gaining on me, its sharp claws just inches away. The bloodlust surrounding it - or my imagination, at the very least- was almost palpable in the air between us. Thirty feet away from the door... Twenty feet away... I wasn't going to make it, especially since I had to get myself into that dang room. I dashed madly towards it, locking my eyes on the destination. Come on, come on, I can make it!

BAM!

My knees slammed against something hard, forcing me down to the ground. I looked back, trying desperately to catch my breath and rubbing my knee. A single chair lay on its side directly next to me, the cheap metal slightly dented from where my knee had collided with it. Reality sunk in- it was too late. The Sneasel was at my feet, brandishing its claws for the attack as I let out a low moan of terror. This is it... I closed my eyes and prepared for the onslaught, knowing that within seconds my body may be beyond recognition. The Sneasel let out a low, victorious growl as it lunged towards me for the kill.

CRUNCH!

The Sneasel and I both froze in place, the two of us staring curiously at Prue as she glanced down at her high-heeled boots. A previously-intact piece of glass lay underneath them, now shattered into thousands of tiny shards. She looked back up at us, seemingly unsure of what to do.

"Uhm..."

Her eyes drifted down to the pieces of shattered glass at her feet yet again before focusing back on us, the cruel glare of the Sneasel catching her attention. She lifted her hand up and nervously waved.

"I come in peace...?" The Sneasel darted towards her and she let out a high-pitched scream, sprinting back towards the bookcases her sisters refused to leave.

I sighed, relieved to still be alive as I scrambled to my feet and ran towards the door, opening it and throwing myself inside instantly. As I turned back and slammed the door I could see Prue barely get back behind the bookshelves in time, Sneasel's claws just barely missing her foot. The claws kept going and slashed into the shelves, all three aides screaming unanimously.

I rested my body against the door, regaining my breath and realizing that this was the second time in one day I'd felt like I was about to die. All I'd wanted was excitement this morning- boy, did I get it!- but I never wanted this much excitement. "Hurry!" Professor Elm cried at the top of his lungs, snapping me away from my thoughts. Right. I have a mission I have to accomplish before I think of anything else.

I rushed to the center of the room, looking around wildly for the Pokéballs containing the three different starters of the Johto region. Sweat dripped down my brow as I realized the Professor had never allowed me back here before until today. I wonder what that says about how he thinks of me, eh? I shook the thought from my head and glanced around, noticing several differently colored Pokedexes, Trainer Cards and Pokegears on a desk not too far away. So that's what I'll be getting later on...
Worn books covering the topics of breeding and evolution lined the walls, more than likely Elm's. To my right were heaping pots of berries - both foreign and domestic - stacked on top of desks, probably all thanks to Paige's contributions from her gatherings. Dozens of expensive glass cabinets lining the walls were filled with different potions and herbs that had to have been thanks to many long, hard nights behind a mixer on Piper's behalf. Finally, in the center of the wall directly in front of me there was a machine housing nine Pokéballs, more than likely thanks to... Wait! There we go!

I ran over and quickly pried open the glass casing around the Pokéballs. There were three columns of the small red-and-white devices, each column having three Pokéballs in it and, at the bottom, a picture of the Pokémon inside. Underneath the left row was a picture showing a tiny green Pokémon with leaf buds surrounding its neck, a large leaf sticking neatly out of its head. The tiny Pokémon's red eyes looked up at me from the picture joyfully. This has to be Chikorita, the grass-type starter. Not exactly what I'm looking for. That little thing never really was my favorite, but I'd learned to never say how weak it was in front of Ashley, since she'd always go berserk at the thought of someone insulting the teensy creature.

I glanced at the right-most column, where a tiny, blue, alligator-like Pokémon known as Totodile stared up at me from its picture, red spikes going down its back to a tiny tail. The creature was waving its arms around happily, black markings surrounding its eyes while a V-Shaped yellow strip went from arm to arm. Its mouth was open in what looked like a happy squeal, exposing its tongue and razor-sharp teeth. This was the water-type starter and probably one of the tougher, scarier choices. This thing's right up Duncan's alley. I chuckled. These weren't the Pokémon I wanted, though.

I looked to the middle, where a happy little Pokémon with a long nose was looking up at me from its own picture. Its back was covered in a sleek blue fur, flames raging from the holes adorning the fur's surface. It was standing on its two hind legs in the picture, but I knew from seeing it before that it normally walked on all fours. This was Cyndaquil, the normally timid fire-type starter that I'd always wanted to start my journey with. The fact it was so shy had always seemed somewhat... Comforting to me.

I grabbed the first Pokéball in the Cyndaquil line and ran back to the door, carefully opening it.

The lab had become near-ruined ruined in my few moments away, with even the previously untouched lab equipment being scraped or destroyed. The Sneasel was clawing into the shelter of the three aides as they yelled in protest. Behind his desk, Professor Elm was holding his forehead and cursing silently. Had he been hit, too? I pondered the question for a split second. More than likely. I doubt he's any good at dodging, either. Clutching the Pokéball tightly, I strutted into the room. Don't worry, Zach- you can do this! The Sneasel's just a baby. You'll beat it in no time!

"Sneasel!" I yelled, holding the Pokéball containing Cyndaquil in my hand nervously. The Sneasel halted its onslaught against the bookcases and turned to me with a dark, sadistic smile slowly spreading across its face. It let out a small growl as it began brandishing its claws. Oh God. Maybe drawing attention to myself wasn't the best idea.

"Zach!" Professor Elm called out. "There you are! What took so long?"

I gulped, gathering up my courage as the Sneasel began to walk towards me. "Sorry, Professor. I, uh, had to get the right Pokémon!" I eyed the Sneasel and held out the Pokéball, victory seemingly in my sight.

"Go, Cyndaquil!"

The entire room froze, watching the Pokéball as nothing happened.

I looked down at it, slightly confused, before thrusting it in the air again as I yelled, "Go, Cyndaquil!"

Nothing.

Uhh... I guess we're experiencing some technical difficulties here. The Sneasel began to snicker as it walked over to me, dragging its claws along the bookcase fort. I began to panic. "What's going on? What's wrong with my Pokéball?! Go, Cyndaquil!"

Professor Elm sighed, as if wondering how I'd even managed to graduate from trainer school. "Click the button in the middle of the Pokéball to release it, Zach! Quickly!"

Oh, right. I'd always forgotten about that part. I punched through the air, tapping the button in the middle of the Pokéball to release a red beam of light as I yelled, "Go, Cyndaquil!"

This time Cyndaquil actually appeared in the middle of the room, poking its nose into the air and letting out a nervous "Cynda...?"

I stared at the Pokémon with wonder as it stared back at me, shivering and whimpering as if it thought I was about to lunge. Could it hear how stupid I just was...? The Sneasel looked at this turn of events curiously, as if wondering just what was happening in front of it. Now's my chance!

"Er... Now, Cyndaquil! Flamethrower!"

The Cyndaquil began to look around the room, cowering with fear as its eyes locked onto the Sneasel that had caused so much devastation. Wait... Why isn't it using the move? Doesn't it know I'm a trainer and it needs to do as I say? As I was lost in thought the Sneasel saw its opportunity and lunged, its claws raking into Cyndaquil and making the tiny fire-type skid backwards as it let out a painful screech. "Zach, it doesn't know flamethrower!" Piper yelled out from behind her cover. "It's just a baby! Try something easier!"

Oh... Right. Duh.

"Come on, Cyndaquil! How about a tackle then, instead!" Cyndaquil still refused to listen. It stared at the Sneasel, letting out a low, defensive growl that sounded more like a whine. Sneasel went in for another blow, and this time Cyndaquil knew exactly what to expect.

It began to run in the opposite direction as fast as it could, trying with all its might to escape those sharp claws. I watched desperately as Sneasel chased Cyndaquil around the lab, slowly gaining speed on it. "What do I do?!" I cried out. "I thought Pokémon were supposed to listen to what I said!"

Paige piped up this time, pulling her messy hair away from her face. "That Cyndaquil's nervous, Zach! It's never had a trainer before, so it probably doesn't fully get how to take orders yet. Try and calm it down so it might listen to you, kid!" I looked at her, desperate for more help than what she gave, but she simply returned the look from over the book case with an apologetic smile. "Come on, you've got this!"

I clenched my fists, thinking of what to do. Cyndaquil continued to run from the Sneasel but was hit by its claws yet again, tumbling over and wobbling as it got back up. The tiny black Pokémon began to walk over towards the frightened creature menacingly, its claws outstretched as it prepared to attack. The fire mouse seemed frozen in place with fright, unable to do anything but stare down its attacker. "Cynda," it moaned, shaking slightly as the Sneasel stopped in front of it. The creature held its claw up high, snickering before shooting it down for the finishing blow.

"No!" I yelled out, jumping in and pushing the Sneasel away in the nick of time. The Sneasel skidded away and hit a desk, quickly jumping to its feet and glaring at me as it charged in to attack. "Cyndaquil, come on! You have to trust me on this! We can beat it, I know we can!" I stared at it for a moment hopefully before quickly adding, "you've got this! Just use tackle!"

Cyndaquil looked at me questioningly, but seemed to realize it had no choice. It let out a weak growl and got back on its feet, unsteadily at first, but slowly regaining its balance as it recovered a bit from its fright. The Sneasel was almost to us, rushing in for its next attack.

"Now, Cyndaquil! Tackle!"

Right as the Sneasel went to swipe with its deadly claws Cyndaquil shot forward, hitting it directly in the stomach with its head and pushing it backwards. The Sneasel staggered for a second, catching its breath as a look of shock filled its face. "Again! Come on, Cyndaquil!"

Cyndaquil stopped temporarily, as if unable to believe that it had actually just caused damage. Its entire demeanor then seemed to change to that of overwhelming arrogance and pride as it lunged again, knocking the Sneasel backwards onto its stomach. The Sneasel turned around, letting out a high-pitched screech that made everyone in the room cringe. It's clever, I'll give it that.

Seeing its chance, the Sneasel lunged forward and powerfully swiped the startled fire-type, sending Cyndaquil flying backwards several feet and leading it almost to the brink of defeat. I bit my lip. "No... Come on, Cyndaquil! We can do this!" I can't let everyone down! Not now! Not during my very first battle! The tiny fire-type, who had just seemed so filled with every type of confidence imaginable, now staggered to its feet with a horrified look on its face, swaying and panting heavily as the Sneasel charged towards it. The black creature shot forward, brandishing its claw and as it swung-

BAM!

Cyndaquil launched itself through the air, brutally colliding with Sneasel's forehead and knocking it all the way back into a bookcase. An encyclopedia on the upper-most shelf swayed dangerously before crashing down onto Sneasel's head with a loud thunk, a rather unexpected finishing blow. The surprised Pokémon let out a low groan of defeat before falling over, unconscious.

What...? Did... Did I just defeat that thing? Did I just use a Pokémon to win my very first battle?! I stared at the creature for what felt like hours, waiting to see if it would show any signs of getting back up. Professor Elm was the first to break the silence, moving out from behind his desk with a cry of delight. "Congratulations! You actually beat that thing down, Zach!"

My jaw dropped. "I... I actually did...? It's over?" I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I jumped into the air, letting out a squeal of delight. "I did it! It's actually over!" Cyndaquil stood shivering at my feet, watching its defeated opponent in horror. Then, when it finally seemed to sink in that the enemy would no longer be getting up, it let out an arrogant "Cynda!" and began to squeal with joy, skipping around my feet. Didn't take long for it to forget that it was just about to die of fright, did it?

"Way to battle, kid!" Prue commented, cautiously stepping out from behind the bookshelves with the rest of her sisters after making sure it was safe. "You've got talent!"

"No, I really don't. It was all Cyndaquil," I replied, embarrassed. The tiny fire-type seemed to nod its head. "Trust me, I'm no battler, I just - "

"Wanted to help?" Piper said, smiling. "Yeah, that's exactly what makes you a good battler." I blushed, looking down at my Cyndaquil as it looked back up at me, wearily squeaking a proud "Quil!" How was it that the aides always knew what to say to me?

I bent down and petted the small Pokémon's head, admiring how well it did out there during its first battle. The fact it won despite having me as a trainer had to say something pretty amazing about it. Elm cleared his throat, shaking me from my thoughts. "I guess we should thank you for coming early," he said with a chuckle, patting me on the back. "You saved us!" He paused for a minute, staring curiously at the Cyndaquil that was panting at my feet. Elm had always struck me as somewhat eccentric, but I'd always held him in high regard. Even though I hadn't battled perfectly, his praise made a large smile spread across my face.

"Now that we're on the topic of you coming, though... Was that the Pokémon you were hoping to start your journey with?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

I laughed a little, picking up the exhausted Cyndaquil. The flames on its back went away, letting me hold it up properly in order to give it a hug. I stared at it, thinking for a second before replying. "Yeah, it is. Don't thank me for coming early, though," I replied. "I just wanted to come and get my Pokémon before anyone else did, and maybe even get some battling tips from you guys." I gave the Pokémon a squeeze as it let out a content cry, rubbing up against me.

"I guess you got your wish then, didn't you?" Paige laughed, putting her hands on her hips. "Now then, Professor, I say we might as well give him his stuff now if he's already gotten his Pokémon. What do you think?"

My face brightened. "You mean I get to keep this Cyndaquil?"

"Yes! Yes!" Professor Elm grinned, patting me on the shoulder yet again as he walked towards the back of the lab. "Of course you do!" He looked over his shoulder at the Cyndaquil nestled in my arms, a large smile still plastered across his face. "Besides, it's already incredibly attached to you. I wouldn't want to separate the two of you if I could help it. That one's always seemed a bit... Nervous. Taking you away from it once it's already warmed up to you might make it never trust a trainer."

He continued to the back room, opening up the door and walking in. "Here, I'll be right back- I'm going to go grab all the things for your journey. Might as well pull out all the stuff for the other kids, too, while I'm back here..." His voice trailed off as he closed the door behind him.

"Well, guys, we better get cleaning." Piper sighed, stepping over some shards of glass as she walked towards the back room as well. "Congratulations, Zach," she said with a smile before continuing on. "Who wants to sweep and who wants to start fixing the book cases? I'll go get some garbage bags and band-aids... We need to get this lab somewhat presentable before everyone shows up. Oh, and if we pick up all these pages and save them, we might even be able to salvage some of our books!"

I noted to myself that Piper seemed to be the only one excited by that prospect as she went to the back room after Professor Elm. Paige stayed behind, her hands on her hips. "I always get stuck with the hard work, don't I?" she asked, going over to their shelter of book cases and beginning to move their cover back into its original place while rubbing her stomach gingerly. As I watched, I couldn't help but wonder just how many times she'd gotten hit by flying objects today. Prue let out a little laugh that knocked me out of my thoughts as she gently nudged my side.

"You did do pretty good back there, Zach," she said with a smile. "I know you don't think you're good at battling, but cut yourself some slack. You'll do wonderfully as a trainer."

I gave a weak smile. I can't just do 'great.' Can't you see that? There are too many people that are close to me who are amazing battlers to even consider just settling for 'great.' Despite my negative thoughts, all I could reply with was a weak, "thanks, Prue. I guess I just hope that Sneasel's alright."

"Oh, that's right!" Prue whirled around and trotted over to the Sneasel, picking the book up from the floor and placing it back on the bookcase before examining the tiny creature.

"It looks like it's fine, we only need to give it a good healing. There's a machine in the back room to heal a trainer's Pokémon, so..." She trailed off, turning around to face me with a sly grin. "Do you wanna catch it?"

I stared back at her, shocked. "What? I... I can?"

She winked at me. "Of course you can! You're the one that beat it, right? Someone needs to catch the poor thing in order to heal it, anyways!"

I could feel my entire body shaking with excitement as I gave her an ecstatic grin. Could this really be happening? Could I already be getting my first Pokémon?! "Y-yeah, I guess. Sure! Thanks, Prue!" I couldn't believe my luck. My first Pokémon I'll capture... And it's from Mt. Silver? That's something to brag about right there! I couldn't wait to tell Ashley and Duncan when they got to the lab.

Prue straightened up and hollered towards the door leading to the backroom, "Piper! While you're back there, mind bringing back some extra Pokéballs?"

After several clunks and scraping sounds arose from the aide searching for cleaning supplies, Piper's chipper voice rang out over the din. "Sure thing!"

Prue flashed a smile, arching her eyebrow playfully. "Ta-dahhh," she said while giving me a hug. "You're already going to catch your first Pokémon- consider it a gift for all your hard work." My face flushed. This had to be the best gift ever, and she of all people was giving it to me. I couldn't think of a better way to start off my adventure.

"Lucky!" Paige teased, panting slightly as she finished picking up the last book shelf from their fort and placing it against the wall. "It took me ages to catch my first Pokémon, and that was just a Hoppip!"

"Here I am!" Piper said with a grin, hustling over with a broom in her hand as she handed me a few Pokéballs. "There's the five Pokéballs you're supposed to start your journey with. This way you'll get to practice using them right off the bat! But hey, after all it took to beat that Sneasel, I think you really do deserve to catch it." She winked at me. "Just don't tell too many people we let you, deal?"

Cyndaquil let out a triumphant cheer in my arms as I set it down, eyeing the Pokéballs in my hands. The tiny fire mouse trotted over to the defeated dark-type, as if trying to remind us that it was the one who had defeated it. With a nervous groan Professor Elm walked into the room as well, trying hard to keep all the items he had in his arms from falling. Deciding it would be best to ignore the activities of everyone around me, I gazed at the Pokéball in my hand before turning back to the unconscious Sneasel.

"Here goes nothing, guys..." Nervously, I walked over to the creature and knelt down. This is it. The start of my journey. My time to shine. I stared at the little trouble-maker for a second before gently tapping the Pokéball against its head, the red beam shooting out and pulling the Sneasel inside of the red-and-white sphere. The middle button began to flash as the six of us stopped and watched.

Once...

Twice...

Three times...

A burst of light shot out of the ball as the creature re-appeared, letting out a weak growl before falling back over. A failed capture. Everyone crowded around me as my face turned an even darker crimson.

"Oh... That's alright," Prue muttered awkwardly, rubbing my back. "Here, try again." I sighed, grabbing another Pokéball and tapping it against the creature's back. This day really can't get any more embarrassing, can it? Why does it have to happen in front of Prue of all people? Yet again, the red beam of light enveloped the Sneasel and drew it into the small device as the middle button began to flash.

Once...

Please, stay in there!

Twice...

Don't resist, I'll take good care of you!

Three times...

Please don't screw up again, Pokéball...!

Ding!

The Pokéball chimed, the sign of a successful capture. I froze, staring at it in shock. "Did... Did it work...?"

I turned to look at everyone else, their excited expressions telling me all I needed to know. "It worked!" I yelled with delight. "I did it!"

"Yay! Way to go!" Prue chuckled, clapping quickly for me. "Your first Pokémon!" She then walked over and took the Pokéball from me, grabbing Cyndaquil's Pokéball as well and calling it back in. "I'll just go heal these for you, rookie. It'll only take a second!" With that she walked briskly to the backroom while everyone else joined in on the praise, each telling me congratulations as they began to busy themselves with cleaning up.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Piper asked, sweeping up all the glass from the floor into a garbage bag while Paige fixed the desks. "Are you going to take the Pokémon Gym challenge?"

I considered the question as I began to help pick up book pages from the ground. The thought of meeting each and every gym leader in the Johto region, fighting their Pokémon to show my mastery against different Pokémon types and getting badges to prove my prowess as a trainer... I could feel myself already getting giddy at the thought of it. Besides, to become a Pokémon league champion you had to get all eight gym badges. If I ever wanted to show my mother what I was made of, I really didn't have a choice.

"Yeah, I think I will," I finally replied, placing a stack of papers on a nearby desk.

"Well, that's cool." Paige said, wiping her hands off on her jeans as she walked over to me. "So I'm guessing you're heading to Violet City, right? That'd be the closest gym- easiest, too, so long as you don't tell Falkner I told you so." She chuckled, picking up a page I had missed and placing it on the top of my stack. "Him and I go way back. Nice guy, but I always destroyed him in battles. It was just a couple years before I got out of trainer school that he became a gym leader, since his father died in the Sinnoh war. He may be easy, but just watch your back- ever since his dad died, he's always been trying to prove how great flying-types are."

I nodded back at her, trying to remember everything she had just said while silently admiring her. Paige seemed to know just about everyone, it seemed. How on Earth she managed to know a gym leader so well without me knowing of it I had no idea. Realizing I hadn't actually said anything yet, I smiled and replied. "Yeah. My friends and I were going to be heading there right off the bat. Speaking of friends..."

I looked over at Piper, who was picking up the clock that had fallen from the wall and was now hanging it back up. Nine-fifty-five. "Ashley and Duncan should actually be here any minute."

"Well then, you can show off the brand new Pokémon you've caught!" Prue said cheerily, returning from the back room and handing me my Pokéballs containing my first two Pokémon with a large smile. "Won't they be jealous?"

"Oh, Prue, while we're on the subject of Pokémon," Piper interrupted, pointing at a desk towards the front door as I clipped the two Pokéballs onto my belt. "I found all our Pokéballs in a corner behind our desks and put them back on top of them. That Sneasel must have hit the desk pretty hard- no wonder we couldn't find 'em." I looked over and noticed Piper already had her six Pokéballs attached neatly to her belt. Prue and Paige nodded their heads and walked over to the battered up desk, collecting their Pokéballs as well.

"Alright, guys," Professor Elm called out, gathering all five of our attention. He was standing authoritatively over a desk towards the back of the lab, piles of new equipment sprawled over the top of it. "If you guys are done chatting, I have all of your starting gear laid out, Zach." I immediately darted over, taking in the sleek look of the pokedexes, pokegears, trainer cards, potions, and Pokéballs adorning the table. It all looks so... Official. This has to be the coolest thing ever. "Now, each trainer starts off with one Pokedex to record data, a Pokegear to keep in touch with fellow trainers, a trainer card to show you're a certified trainer, and five Pokéballs to catch Pokémon. Luckily, I have all of these things for each new trainer that walks into my lab - "

The sound of someone clearing their throat filled the air, making both Professor Elm and myself turn around in surprise. Two shadowy figures stood in the lab's doorway, taking in the scene surrounding them with what seemed to be mild surprise.

"Uh, yes... Can I help you?" Professor Elm asked sheepishly, scratching his somewhat-balding head. The two figures nodded their heads and walked further into the lab, a bolt of lightning from outside illuminating their appearance. My heart sank as I realized who the two really were.

A boy with medium-length dark blonde hair walked towards the table we were positioned at, his cold, blue eyes studying us as his black hooded sweatshirt dripped rainwater onto the floor. At his side was a girl with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, two strands of her hair falling down on either side of her face. She was wearing a pink hoodie that fit her comfortably, the bottoms of her blue jeans rolled up to her ankles while she inspected the mess around her with disgust.

"Professor Elm, we're here for our Pokémon," the boy said with a smirk.

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Well? There's Chapter Two for you. Zach's got his first two Pokemon and two new teens have entered the mix... But will he really be able to control a vicious Sneasel and overly timid Cyndaquil?

 

[AetherX]

Ahh... I always loved this part. Definitely the coolest and least generic generic journey fic beginning Everything is indeed much better written than last time, I'm looking forward to seeing Rivals 1 and 2 again.

 

[Dawn_Hero]

Ahh... I always loved this part. Definitely the coolest and least generic generic journey fic beginning Everything is indeed much better written than last time, I'm looking forward to seeing Rivals 1 and 2 again.

Glad you think it's not too generic. Trying to focus on Pokemon characterization as well as aide characterization (the main reason I cut Phoebe out - there were too many to really develop their personalities before), so with luck this'll slowly begin to pick up. Chapter Three should be a bit more fun. Thanks for staying so dedicated, Aether. I'm gonna be bed-ridden this weekend after getting my wisdom teeth pulled, so if I'm up for it I'll start going through Unpredictable again. Yours was one of the few fics I actually wanted to read each time there was a new chapter, if that makes sense. I miss it.

 

[UB-01 Kenobi]

For some reason I found this chapter very amusing, despite the fact that it seems like a scene that's supposed to be dramatic and serious. I think it was a combination of Zach's awkwardness and Paige getting hit by books while Professor Elm criticizes her. And then the "I come in peace" line. Great chapter Dawn Hero!

 

[Flaze]

Well it took me a week (though that's because I got sidetracked a lot so don't worry) but I finally finished the three chapters.

To begin with grammar and description. It's perfect or at least I haven't been able to find any flaws anyway. The description itself is great and I can really imagine everything you give a good enough amount of description as well as leaving some stuff for the imagination and you manage to keep it well balanced.

I like your characters so far Zach looks like a normal rookie trainer but with a sort of spin to his character and his mom is really mysterious and someone I'd like to know more about lately. Since it's still starting I can't give a lot of criticism so I'll wait till a few more chapter to evaluate on it.

The story itself seem darker than a normal journey fic though the second chapter was a a lot safer compared to the prologue and chapter one. I do want to know why the war didn't seem to affect neither Johto nor Sinnoh that much or at least it hasn't been shown yet.

Anyway I'll keep reading and I hope to see the next chapter soon.

 

[Dawn_Hero]

Well, after a long delay, I'm finally back. :3 Sorry for the lack of replying to reviews and such. College cracked down so hard, but I'll try and update this when I can... It's just, from now on, it won't be so frequently. These first few chapters are still kind of rough, but it evens out around number six... I promise. Q.Q I've been over-hauling with editing, but there was a lot to work with. Lol. Well, without further ado, let's meet the cast of characters! ;D

Chapter Three: The Mother's Agenda. ​

As we all stared, startled, at the arrival of the two guests, it was Professor Elm that broke the resulting silence first.

"Oh, right!" he said with a smile, scratching his head as he stared at the two newcomers. "You two must be... Hmm..." He grabbed a list out of his pocket and scanned it before continuing. "Right, Right. Zane Logarbo and Svetlana Yurkin, is that it?"

"That's it, professor." Svetlana said with a grimace as she looked around the lab. "But before we continue, what exactly happened here? I mean, the storm isn't this bad, is it...?"

Prue quickly piped up, taking a few steps over towards the two. "Hey, guys, I'm Prue! Nice to meet you!" She stuck out her hand to shake, but since neither of them went to do the same she eventually withdrew. "Uhm... Anyways, yeah, this wasn't caused by the storm." She pointed behind her to the rest of the mess they had yet to clean up as she gave a watered down explanation of how the lab had become a wreck.

"You mean a Pokemon did this to the lab and you guys didn't stop it?" Zane asked after she had finished, laughing a little under his breath. "I thought you and Piper had gone and beaten lots of gyms. Why didn't you just knock it out?"

This time Piper tried to answer, walking over to me and putting a hand on each of my shoulders. Her grip was firm, as if she were trying to restrain herself. She always seemed rather protective over her battling skills, since they'd always seemed to be the thing she thought she did best. "Actually, it's a long story. Zach did it for us. Isn't that right, Zach?" She flashed me a smile - one that seemed to have agree or die hidden within it.

I let out a nervous laugh and nodded as Zane and Svetlana both eyed me scornfully. "Well, I don't like to brag, but -"

"Of course he did." Zane said curtly, cutting me off. "Anyways, about us getting our Pokemon? I was hoping to leave town bright and early."

I could feel my face beginning to turn red with embarrassment. Of course they didn't want to hear about what I'd done. Why would they?

"Right, right! I'll be right back, I've got to go get the starter Pokemon out here for you all," Elm said cheerily, turning on the spot to go to the back of the lab. "We'll still be expecting two more visitors, right?"

"Right," Paige replied, checking the clock. "Zach, did Ashley or Duncan tell you when they would be coming by?"

"Erm... No, they didn't. I figured they'd be here a bit before ten." I checked the clock nervously. Ten-oh-five. They're only a tiny bit late.

Elm returned from the back of the lab, his arms full of pokeballs both empty and full. "Here we are!" Elm beamed, placing them all on a table while the aides quickly went over and sorted them out into three columns resembling the ones I'd encountered in the back of the lab. "Now then, feel free to choose any Pokemon you'd like. Remember, though, you can only have one!"

Svetlana walked briskly to the table, eyeing all three starter Pokemon choices briefly before grabbing the first pokeball in the Chikorita line. How did I know that'd be the one she went after? I felt a pang of nostalgia flow through me that I quickly suppressed.

"Chikorita's definitely the cutest of the three. I'll take it, Professor." Elm smiled at her as he nodded his head at Zane, who casually made his way to the table while Svetlana glanced at her pokeball, turning it over in her hands.

"How about you, young man?"

Zane scanned the available Pokemon briefly before making his choice. "I'll take this one," he said as he grabbed the first pokeball in the small line of Cyndaquil, his eyes focusing in on the spot where a Pokeball was missing. He looked up at me before turning back to the Professor. "I see Zach chose the same way." I nodded my head, diverting my eyes to the two pokeballs on my belt.

"Perfect!" Elm replied, patting Zane and Svetlana on the back. "I'm sure you'll be very happy with your decision! If you'd like, you can take them out of their pokeballs to get acquainted with - "

BANG!

The door swung open again, followed by a near-blinding flash, as two wet, rushed teenagers hastily made their way into the lab. "Sorry, Professor!" panted Ashley, her long, light-blonde hair damp and slightly sticking to the front of her face as she stuffed the camera she'd just used to take a picture of us with back into her bag. "We'd gone to Zach's house so that we could all come here together, but... Wait, what happened here?"

"Long Story." Prue sighed, giving them a tired smile. "Don't worry about it."

They both seemed to take that as enough of an explanation. Duncan grinned at me as he closed the door behind him, both of them walking over to where I was. "Thanks for waiting up for us, jerk," he whispered to me, his brown hair damp and clinging to his forehead as he tried his best to fake anger. I should've expected them to go to my house. How stupid. But... How did they get around my Mom?

"There you two are!" Professor Elm chuckled. "Let me guess, Ashley Morrone and Duncan Tansy?"

"Right," Ashley said, straightening up and wiping her hair out of her bright blue eyes. "Sorry we're late, Professor. We tried our best to get here on time."

"We were starting to wonder if you'd ever show up," Paige teased, walking over to them and steering them towards the table where Professor Elm, Svetlana and Zane all were. "You two are the last ones to pick your Pokemon. Feel free to choose whichever one you want. You're somewhat out of luck if you both want a Cyndaquil, though."

Ashley gave a thoughtful hum as she stared at the three different lines of Pokemon, but I could tell from the look on her face she knew which one she wanted. Well, technically, I'd known for ages. She told me when we were still in Trainer School which one she was going to pick for the start of her journey.

"I'll take this one!" she said with a grin as she quickly picked up a pokeball in the Chikorita line. "It's just too adorable to pass up!" Svetlana scowled, obviously not pleased with the thought of having to share the same sort of Pokemon with anyone else.

Especially Ashley.

"An excellent choice!" Professor Elm said, now turning his attention to Duncan. "And you?"

Duncan didn't pretend to not know what one he wanted like Ashley or the rest of them did. "Totodile's the guy for me," he replied, walking over to the table and picking up the first pokeball in the Totodile line. "Just look at him! He's ferocious!"

Duncan always seemed to love tough, scary-looking Pokemon. Totodile fits him perfectly, I thought to myself with a grin. Same with Ashley and Chikorita.

"Congratulations, then!" Elm said with a warm smile as he stared at all of us. "You each have your own Pokemon! Feel free to let them out of their pokeballs and get to know them." We needed no further coaxing to do as he said.

Within seconds excitement filled the air as red beam after red beam released the Pokemon of our dreams. My Cyndaquil appeared in front of me, letting out a nervous cry and jumping into my arms as Ashley's Chikorita materialized next to it. The tiny grass-type let out a happy little "Chiko!" as it stared up at Ashley, a wide grin on its face as she snapped a picture of it and squealed with joy. Duncan's Totodile began to jump in the air, flailing its arms and legs around excitedly as it jumped towards its brand new trainer and sunk its teeth deep into his arm.

"Gah!" Duncan yelled out in surprise. "W-What's with this thing?!" We all laughed at this except Zane and Svetlana, Duncan prying the creature off of his arm. He stared at the Totodile, obviously confused, while it gazed back at him with a content smile and let out a "Toto, Totodile!"

"Don't worry, mine did that too at first." Paige chuckled. "It's just their way of showing they care."

Duncan stared back at it warily. "Wonderful," he said with a small, nervous laugh as he reached down and petted it, steering clear of its mouth.

I looked over to Zane and Svetlana, who were both hunched down and petting their Pokemon. Svetlana's Chikorita had its nose turned up in the air, looking away from the show Totodile gave us with disdain as it gazed at its new trainer. Zane's Cyndaquil was the opposite, looking at our Pokemon as if sizing us up for competition. What are the odds of them having gotten perfect Pokemon to match their personalities?

Piper walked over to me, resting her hand on my shoulder as she ran her other one over Cyndaquil's short fur. It was shivering rather uncontrollably as it gazed on at the four new Pokemon in the room, making small squeaks and groans as though fearing for its life.

"Are you going to nickname your first Pokemon, then?" she asked curiously, her eyes drifting over to Ashley and Duncan as well.

My mind went blank. I hadn't even thought of nicknames. They seemed customary, but at the same time, so personal. I stared down at the tiny fire-type in my arms and thought for a few seconds.

"Lava," I said matter-of-factly. "Your new name, Cyndaquil, is Lava. Is that alright?"

Cyndaquil tilted its head, still shivering, before snuggling against my chest. I guess that was as good of a yes as any.

Ashley bent down and picked up her Chikorita, toying with the leaf on her head as she hummed thoughtfully. "Jungle. Is that a decent name?"

"Good as any, if you ask me." Duncan rubbed his arm, seemingly still sore from where his Totodile bit him, as he thought. "As for this little guy... He looks like a 'Rain.'"

"Great names, you guys," Piper said with a smile. "What about you two?" she asked, signaling Zane and Svetlana.

"This is Vulcan," Zane said dryly, running his hand over his Cyndaquil. "Apparently that over there," he paused, waving a hand at Svetlana's Chikorita, "is Lilly." A large, self-satisfied smile ran across Svetlana's face.

"I guess I just prefer the thought of a real name, rather than some sort of unimaginative landmark." Ashley scowled.

"Now then, all of you come over here," Elm began again, motioning us over to where he stood.

We all called back our Pokemon and did as he asked, Ashley jabbing me in the ribs with her elbow as we walked. "You're lucky we didn't tell your mom you snuck out," she whispered. "We could've been the first ones here! Now I'll never hear the end of it from Svetlana about 'copying her Pokemon choices.' You know how she gets about that sort of thing!"

Right as I was about to say something back, Elm began talking.

"Okay, you've each got your Pokemon, but that alone doesn't make you a trainer," Elm started, looking at each of us with authority in his eyes. "To battle, you need to have a trainer's license. To learn, you need to have a Pokedex. To keep in touch, you need to have a Pokegear." He walked over to the table and began to pick up different items. "Luckily, I have each one of these here for you, as well as five pokeballs to help you catch more Pokemon. With these, there's no limit to what you can do!" He began going down the line of us, first giving each of us a red Pokedex and a pokegear and then passing out five pokeballs per trainer. As I awaited my turn to receive my starting gear, I couldn't help but notice all the boys had blue Pokegears while the girls had pink.

"Now then..." He picked up a stack of red plastic cards and gave them a quick glance before continuing. "I'm going to pass out your Trainer Cards. It's vital you keep these with you at all times- without them, you aren't legally allowed to battle. They also act as your ID for battling gyms, entering trainer events, and many other things, as well. Don't lose them!"

He began passing out our trainer cards now, each of us staring at it with an amazed look on our faces. As he gave me mine, I examined every inch of it. It was shiny red, with my full name, my age, date of birth, height, weight, and Trainer ID all printed onto it. In the upper-right was a picture of me that had been taken a week after graduation.

"Well, I guess this isn't the worst picture I've ever taken... Maybe."

"Heheh! Check mine out!" Duncan said with a grin as he held up his license in front of Ashley and myself. "Total stud, right?"

"Oh yeah, definitely," Ashley replied sarcastically, pushing it away.

"Now then, I'd also like to mention one last thing," Professor Elm said jubilantly, all of us taking a break from examining our cards and staring at him. "I've registered myself and my aides in your Pokegears. Feel free to call us any time you need anything at all." We all flipped open our devices, tapping on the phone icon located inside and watching as our contacts list was instantly pulled up. Sure enough, four names were immediately listed: Prof. Elm, Prue, Piper, and Paige. "It may seem like there's no need to call us, but we have our uses. I myself study breeding and Pokemon evolution, to an extent. My aides, however," he paused, waving a hand at the line of women at his side, "are far more diverse. Feel free to keep in contact with us if you have any questions or concerns. Whether it's battling tips from Prue or tips on berry usage from Paige, there's no stupid questions!"

Zane and Svetlana both laughed under their breath. "Paige helps with berries? Yeah, real scientist," I heard Svetlana whisper. Paige seemed to hear them, too, yet paid no attention.

"I guess we're all done here," Elm concluded. "If there are any questions, feel free to stay behind and talk with me. Other than that, congratulations! Have fun on your very own Pokemon journey!"

Zane and Svetlana thanked the Professor before they began to walk briskly towards the doors, Ashley and Duncan both turning to face me as they walked by. "Why didn't your mom want you to start your adventure this time?" Ashley asked impatiently. "We better get out of here before she catches on that you've left. Won't be long now, will it?"

"Yeah, she's probably heading up to my room as we speak," I groaned. "She said I could come and get my Pokemon, just not leave town. I'm sure she's going to check on me any second to see why I haven't left yet."

"Dude, seriously, you should've told us," Duncan muttered. "We were an inch away from knocking on your front door before Ashley noticed the broken branches underneath your window!" Duncan snickered to himself before quickly adding, "Thank Arceus you're an idiot and can't even sneak out properly." I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up. She was all upset this morning - something about the rain, I don't know. Either way, you're right. I'm surprised she hasn't stormed out here already... Maybe we can get to Cherrygrove before she really starts to rampage."

"You snuck away?!" Piper asked, shocked, as her and her sisters walked over to join us. Professor Elm seemed to have busied himself with cleaning up the rest of the lab and paid no attention.

Of course Piper had to hear that part of our conversation. "Er... Well, yeah... Mom wanted me to wait until May to start my adventure! I had to do something!"

Piper looked as if she was about to open her mouth to voice her disapproval, but Paige interrupted her. "Eh, It's not easy waiting to start your adventure. Trust me, I'd know." She winked towards us. "I didn't get to become a trainer until I was eighteen."

"But Paige, he's just a kid! We can't let him run off if his mother doesn't want him to!"

"Paige is right, Piper. Get on out of here, we'll deal with your mother if she comes over," Prue said with a smile, walking over to the door to let us out. "How were we supposed to know he snuck out? Now that he has his trainer's license, though, he can do whatever he wants. We'll just tell her that when she swings by to see where you went. That should at least give you a head start, right?"

I laughed, stepping out into the rain with my friends and turning back to the four smiling faces staring back at me. Piper's brow furrowed, as if she were trying to think of a reason for us to stay behind and accept some type of punishment. "Thank you guys..." I reached down and felt my two pokeballs, a grin spreading across my face. "For everything."

They all smiled back at me. "No problem, Zach. But you all better get out of here! We're going to be watching the news to hear all about your latest victories, and we better not be disappointed," Paige teased.

"We've got to get back to cleaning up the lab, but we'll see you later," Piper finished, seeming to admit defeat. "Good luck you guys! And yes..." she sighed. "We'll take care of your mother if she comes by. Just hurry up and get out of town. I don't know how long we could keep her if we tried. You heard Zane and Svetlana..." She rolled her eyes. "We're rusty." Piper and her sisters laughed at that.

We all said our good-byes and walked away in the drizzle, waving at the people in the lab. Excitement was coursing through my body. "Alright guys, we'd better head off to Route 29 quickly if we want to make it to Cherrygrove before noon," Ashley said, pulling her unzipped gray jacket around her as a gust of wind blew by. "Plus, we kinda have to hurry. Don't want to start without Zach, now do we?"

"Do I have to answer that?" Duncan asked, grinning. "Anyways, I'm sure she won't care once she finds out. Don't worry about -"

"Zach!" A voice called out behind us. I flinched at the sound, stopping in my tracks. Do I really have to deal with this already? I haven't even gotten out of town yet and she's already after us? I turned around, facing the person responsible for the noise.

Svetlana stared back at me, a sly grin on her face as she walked over to us. Zane was following closely behind her, seemingly angry at still being here.

"Oh, Svetlana! What a pleasure to see you again," Ashley hissed, making no attempt to hide her contempt for the other girl.

Svetlana frowned. "Why, Ashley, I'm surprised. You're wearing clothes that look like they're worth more than five dollars today. I mean, just look at that gaudy necklace of yours - you could easily get seven dollars and a Pidgey at any local market for it."

I stopped, turning to face Ashley. I hadn't even noticed the tiny, bright gold-chain necklace that fit neatly around her neck. A second chain hung from the bottom of it, a tiny blue gem slightly visible at the end. "Well, we aren't all lucky enough to pull off the white trash look on a budget," Ashley said with a raised eyebrow. "Though I have to admit I'm impressed you can."

Svetlana ignored the comment, returning the conversation back to me. "Now that we're Pokemon Trainers, Zach, I figured we might as well have a decent match," she said lovingly. "You know, a nice starting battle between old friends."

Old friends. I could feel my blood start to boil at those words. After all the cruel things she'd done over the years, why would she even bring that up today of all days? The fact I knew she was deliberately using those words just to get a rise from me made me twice as angry.

"Right. That's the only reason you have for wanting to fight him?" Ashley replied coldly, eyeing down the girl in front of her with what felt like bloodlust. "Give me a break."

Svetlana smirked. "Well, Ash, I also figured it would be fun to start out my career with a win, too. " She chuckled. "Besides, we could use the prize money."

Oh, so they think I'm really that easy to beat?

"Well?" she asked. "What do you say?"

"Yikes, Svetlana, that's a tough one. How about no?" I asked angrily. "We've gotta run. We need to be to Cherrygrove soon."

"You just became a trainer and you already know better than to battle. Smart kid." Svetlana grinned.
To my surprise, Zane interjected for the first time in the entire conversation. "Leave him alone, Svetlana. Winning against him isn't much of an accomplishment anyways."

"Oh, I beg to differ," she replied, a mixture of cruelty and delight dancing in her eyes. "I hear taking down the son of a washed-up champion is all the rage these days."

Duncan seemed to have had enough of this. "Do you guys always have to be such jerks?" he growled, clenching a fist. "Someone ought to shut you both up once and for all." His hands went for his own pokeball, hanging neatly from his waist.

"You're absolutely right, Duncan," I muttered, my hand trembling. If this is how it's got to be, then so be it. "And I'll be the one to do it. Alright, Svetlana. I'll... I'll battle you."

Duncan and Ashley both gasped. "Wait, what?!" Ashley cried out. "Zach, I'm all for knocking the bimbo senseless, but we sort of have to hurry!"

"I don't care!" I seethed. "Just stand back. Come on, Svetlana, let's get this over with."

"Whatever you say," Svetlana giggled. "I didn't think it'd be so easy to get you to battle me!" She grabbed the pokeball from her waist and threw it into the air, a red beam of light releasing her Pokemon from its captivity. "Come on out, Lilly, and prepare for your first victory!" The tiny green Pokemon appeared before me on the street with a look of utter disinterest as I grabbed at my belt for my own Pokemon in return.

So here it is... My very first trainer battle. I threw the pokeball into the air, remembering to press the button first this time. Can't screw that up twice in one day. "Come on out, Lava! Let's show 'em what we've got!" Cyndaquil appeared before me in the light drizzle, perking its nose up in the air and sniffing around.

"Zach, you're making a mistake. Let's just go!" Ashley whined. Duncan grinned, watching the battle that was unfolding with excitement.

"Oh, lay off it, Ashley. Zach'll be fine. He'll show her who's boss."

I could feel myself already getting flustered. For the love of god, don't add any more pressure! "Don't worry about any of it, you guys. Let's just do this. Lava, use tackle!"

Lava stared meekly at the Chikorita in front of it, slightly shaking, but nodded its head and charged forwards at top speed.

"I see you've got a type advantage on my Pokemon," she giggled. "Is that the only reason you decided to battle me? Oh well. Lilly, dodge it!"

Her Chikorita sidestepped Lava's attack effortlessly, yawning a bit as my Cyndaquil skidded to a halt a few feet away. Before I could even comment on how the type advantage is useless since my Pokemon doesn't know any fire-type moves, she was barking out commands to her tiny Pokemon like a seasoned veteran. "Now then, let's have some fun... Try your own tackle, Lilly!"

Chikorita leapt into action, slamming into Lava with a happy squeal. Cyndaquil groaned in pain as it rolled across the ground, shivering uncontrollably as it quickly got back on its feet and targeted the small grass-type Pokemon in hopes of revenge. It was as if it was worried about being made a fool of. "Lilly, dodge it!" Svetlana commanded yet again. The Chikorita went to side-step the tackle but this time Cyndaquil didn't let it, hitting it head-on and making it fly backwards. The small Pokemon got up with a snarl, charging in retaliation. Cyndaquil did the same, a boastful attitude about the way it ran after landing its first hit, but both of us could see the outcome. Chikorita and Cyndaquil hit each other head on, both skidding backwards.

As long as that stupid Chikorita can see us, there's no way one of us will get an advantage. Then again... Maybe I can change that. I racked my brain, trying to remember what I'd learned about Cyndaquil and its moves from trainer school. There was something I could use to change the situation, I just knew it. It wasn't long before the answer came to me. "Lava, use smokescreen!"

Lava nodded, lifting its head up and releasing a thick, black smoke that coated the battlefield. Both Pokemon were no longer visible to each other, but I quickly realized I couldn't see where my Pokemon was, either. Great idea.

"Lava, charge! You can find the Chikorita!" I could hear my Pokemon let out a cry of agreement before it ran full speed... Somewhere.

Alright. Maybe Laval can actually tell where other Pokemon are in its own smokescreen. If that's the case, this match is in the bag. "Cynda!" It yelled triumphantly, bursting through the cloud of smoke and finding itself staring directly at me.

...Or not.

I sighed as it looked around, confused, before waddling back into the smoke to try again.

"Zach, you just have to ruin everything, don't you?" Svetlana huffed. "You can't just let me win. You have to make me wait for my victory with cheap tricks. Lilly, find that stupid Cyndaquil and show it what we're made of!"

Chikorita let out a confident cry, its tiny running feet audible over the rain and Lava's cries. We could hear their sounds in the smoke, yet we couldn't figure out just who was coming out on top in the battle. There were no large sounds of collision, yet the cries and screeches of the Pokemon were brutal.

After a few minutes of heated cries from both Svetlana and myself, the smoke slowly began to dissipate, showing the two beaten and bruised Pokemon it had been hiding. Lava panted, charging the Chikorita yet again as the tiny green Pokemon did the same. They slammed into each other head on, both skidding backwards and ready to collapse.

This isn't getting me anywhere...These two are evenly matched. Maybe there's a different way... I reached for Cyndaquil's pokeball and my fingers slid across the small device concealing my new Sneasel. That's it! How could I have forgotten?

"Lava, come back!" I yelled out, holding its pokeball in my hand and recalling it.

"Giving up already?" Svetlana asked, giggling. "You're easier to beat than I thought!"

"I'm not giving up, I'm just switching tactics. Come on ou!" I threw the Sneasel's pokeball into the air, the tiny black Pokemon appearing before me in a burst of red light. Now was time to come up with a nickname as the dark monster sharpened its claws in the cold, rainy air. "Guys... Meet Devil."

Everyone froze.

"Wait, what?! Zach... Where did you get that?!" Ashley gasped.

"What the heck...? Zach, did your mom give that to you?" Duncan eyed the tiny creature enviously, a mixture of amazement and jealousy seeping into his question.

"Figures the momma's boy would ask for a special present from her! Zach, that's pathetic. Learn to catch your own Pokemon rather than going to her for easy ways out!" Svetlana snarled. "This match is two on one! That's not even fair!" Svetlana held up Chikorita's pokeball, recalling it. "I think I'm done here. Let's go, Zane."

My face turned bright red. "Wait! My mom never gave me this, I caught it! It was the Pokemon messing up the lab and I captured it!"

"Say whatever you want, we all know the truth. When you grow up, why don't you try fighting Svetlana again? Maybe then it'll actually be fair," Zane muttered, walking off towards Route 29 as Svetlana followed suit directly behind him stomping her feet. I stood there, unsure of what to say.

"B-But..."

"Don't listen to them, Zach, they're idiots," Ashley growled, watching them make their way to leave New Bark Town. "She just needed an excuse to back out from the battle because she would have lost."

"We believe you, Zach, don't worry. Makes sense, too. So that little Pokemon's what did all that damage in the lab?" Duncan asked, staring at the creature curiously. "That's kind of funny. It looks so cute and harmless..."

The Sneasel had been minding its own business, but all our talking finally captured its attention. It turned around to face us with an evil look in its eyes. "Snea!" It growled sadistically as it sharpened its claws.

"Uh... Zach? Is that supposed to happen?" Ashley whimpered.

"Sneasel!" It hissed, shooting forward and swiping at us. Ashley screamed at the top of her lungs, running away as quickly as she could while Duncan let out a yelp of surprise and fell backwards onto the ground. "Snea!" It screeched yet again, targeting Duncan and running at him with a claw outstretched.

"Wait! Sneasel, stop!" I bent over to grab it before it got to Duncan but it shot a hand up at me, hitting me outside the head and making me fall down to the ground. I groaned in pain as I looked over to see Duncan holding it at arm's length, Ashley still screaming at the top of her lungs and hiding behind a nearby lamppost as I grabbed my belt for Sneasel's pokeball.

"What's WRONG with your Pokemon?!" Duncan cried out, claw after claw digging into his arm.

"Gah, there's nothing wrong with it, it just- Devil, come back!" I yelled out, holding up the red and white sphere as it was enveloped by a beam of light and sucked back inside, hissing with displeasure. We all froze for a second, unsure of what to say before Ashley broke the silence.

"Your Pokemon's possessed!" she cried as she came out from her hiding spot and walked over to us. "It's gonna kill us before we even get to Cherrygrove!"

Duncan faked a groan of pain. "She's right, Zach, I think I'm gonna bleed to death before we're even out of town!"

Ashley shot him a dirty look. "Don't joke around! That thing is scary!"

I froze for a second. Wait... Cherrygrove! "Guys! We've gotta get out of here! We're running late!" I cried, jumping up to my feet and placing Sneasel's pokeball back on my belt.

"Oh, crap. I totally forgot!" Ashley moaned. She quickly took off her small, bright blue backpack and rummaged around in it for a second before pulling out a little white book and flipping it open. "According to A Traveler's Guide to Johto, there's a beautiful view of the ocean at Cherrygrove I was hoping to see. If we make it there before noon, we could probably sit back for a bit and check it out. I swear, if you guys make me miss any points of interest like that from this book after I've never really had the opportunity to travel... Well, needless to say, we'll have some issues," she hissed, walking over towards the New Bark Town exit and waving a hand for us to follow. "Now let's go!"

We all began hurrying towards Route 29 as I let out a slight sigh of relief. "Thanks, guys, for everything. Sorry if us having to rush sort of ruins the fun for you..."

"Oh, shut up," Ashley laughed. "We're alright with it. The thought of being chased by a Pokemon Champion kind of gives you an adrenaline rush, so consider it fair payment." She grinned. "I feel like such a little rebel!"

"I don't see what the big deal about all this is, anyways," Duncan said. "I mean, what's the worst she could do? Ask for you to come back and then you say no? She doesn't scare me. Not one bi -"

"ZACHARY SCOTT OXFORD!" an angry voice trumpeted through the air. We all froze in place.

"RUN!" I screamed. We all shot forward as quickly as we could towards Route 29, but I could hear my mother's feet slamming against the pavement, already zoning in on us and gaining quickly.

"Still think this is fun, Ashley?!" Duncan yelled. "She's gonna kill us!" We all doubled our speed, still too far away from the exit to Route 29. That Route was full of bushes and trees- maybe if we could find a good one to hide in we'd be safe.

"Duncan, weren't you the one that was saying you weren't afraid of her just a second ago?!" Ashley panted, nearly tripping over a rock. My mom's steps were gaining on us.

"Don't you dare run away from me!" she yelled, so close I felt she could grab us at any moment. "That'll only get you in even worse trouble!"

"Please, Mom, let us go!"

"Yeah, Mrs. Oxford, he'll be fine!" Ashley cried out. "We'll take good care of him, I promise -" Ashley screamed at the top of her lungs, tripping over her own feet and falling down onto the wet pavement. A gigantic purple ghost had shot up from the ground ahead of us, a large red tongue rolling out of his mouth as he gazed at us with his bright red eyes. My mother's Gengar... We really were caught now. "It's a monster!" Ashley screamed over and over again, hiding her face behind her hands. "A monster from beyond the grave!"

Duncan and I stopped, knowing we were finished as my mother finally caught up to us. Duncan and I turned to face her while Ashley rolled around on the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"So you snuck out of our house because you couldn't start your adventure today? Do you know how spoiled that is of you? I told you that you could go get your Pokemon today, just not leave yet! That wasn't good enough for you?!" she began to rant. "I raised you better than this! You're coming home right this instant, and you can leave once this - oh, sweetie, Gengar here won't eat you. He's nice, I promise," Mom quickly said to Ashley, who was nearly hysterical now. Ashley calmed down a bit, taking her hands off of her face and looking around as if she was afraid that the Gengar would pop up in front of her yet again.

"Look, I'm sorry, mom, but I had to! It's the first of April, I think I deserve to finally leave." I could feel the determination coursing through my body. "Don't you?"

"He's right, Patti. You know that. It's okay, just let him go." We all were shocked by this. My mother turned around to see Prue, Piper, and Paige all lined up a few feet away. Prue smiled as she continued. "They'll be fine! You raised him well, and he's got a great set of friends who can keep him safe. They're all brave kids." She flinched as the Gengar popped up in front of Ashley for the second time, snickering as the frightened girl let out another scream of terror and began begging for her life.

"He's already chosen his first Pokemon, and he even caught one, too!" Paige continued, trying not to laugh as Ashley continued to scream and began crawling away from the ghost that was now delighted in torturing her like this.

My mother turned to face me, a shocked look in her eyes. "Wait... You caught one already? What did you catch? Let it out!"

I shot a nervous look at Duncan, seeing if he thought it was a good idea. He shrugged, but I could tell he was worried. "Er... Okay then, but be prepared. It's still a bit... Wild." I gulped. Here goes nothing... "Come on out, Devil!" Grabbing its pokeball, I threw it into the air and released Sneasel from its confinement as Duncan and I both quickly took a step backwards. The Sneasel looked around at all of us menacingly, a low growl emerging from its throat.

"Oh, you caught a Sneasel?! It's absolutely adorable!" My mother ran over to it, bending down to give it a hug.

"No! Mom, don't!" I tried to yell as quickly as I could, but it was too late. The Sneasel jumped at her and...

Wait, what?

"Awww, look at you, you cute little baby!" she cooed as the Sneasel gave her a hug. "You're just the most adorable thing I've ever seen!"

Duncan and I looked on at this, shocked, as Ashley ran around in circles screaming behind us. "No way," Duncan said, his jaw dropping.

"Someone get this Gengar away from me!" Ashley cried out.

"Wait... Is it friendlier now?" I asked, ignoring Ashley's plea and walking over to the tiny Pokemon. I knelt down, unsure whether or not it was a smart idea to pet it while it embraced my mother. The creature seemed to know what I'd been thinking, for at that moment it looked up at me and hissed, swinging out its claw and hitting me in the face.

Guess it wasn't a good idea after all, eh? I fell back down to the ground with a thud, rolling around in agony as the aides and my mother laughed. Of course it still hates me. Why wouldn't it? I gingerly got back up to my feet and recalled the Pokemon. "Okay... Maybe it's just a little antisocial." I groaned, rubbing my head.

"That Pokemon is so cute!" My mom gushed, seeming somewhat happier now. "It'll warm up to you eventually, I'm sure."

"Don't count on it," I moaned.

Prue walked over, chuckling a bit, as she addressed my mother. "See, Patti, he'll be fine. Come on, just let him go. He deserves this, don't you think? He's got two strong Pokemon to help him out and wonderful friends." She paused for a second, glancing over at Ashley. "...But I think it'd be best if you called back your Gengar. I think Ashley's almost scarred for life."

My mother looked over at Ashley, who was now screaming and trying desperately to climb up a tree in the distance to get away from the Gengar but had no idea how to do so. She sighed. "I suppose you're right, Prue." She turned to face me, giving me a warm smile. "I guess... Sometimes I just don't like the thought of you leaving. But there's no stopping you, is there? I don't think I'm up for battling all of you over the right to do this... I'll just look like a drama queen." Piper gave her an odd look, as if she'd already blown far past that title. "As long as you remember to call, I guess I'll have to be alright with you going. Though don't think you won't hear about it from me eventually."

My jaw dropped at this. "A-Are you serious?!"

She smiled again. "Yeah, I am. Sorry for, you know... Over-reacting today." She paused. "Well... I guess this is good-bye, sweetie. Just do your best out there, okay? I'm rooting for you, honey!" Another scream from Ashley reminded her of Gengar. She quickly pulled off a pokeball she had on her waist and recalled the ghost, much to Ashley's delight.

"Thanks, mom." I grinned. "We'll make you all proud!"

"Now that's what we like to hear," Piper said happily. Ashley staggered over to us, half-dazed and slightly twitching as she let out a large sigh.

"Are we going now?" she groaned, jumping a bit at the rustling of a tree nearby.

"You guys are going now." My mother grinned. "Good-bye, you three, and good luck!" She walked over to me, giving me a gentle hug as she whispered into my ear. "I love you, sweetie. Just promise me you'll be safe out there."

"I love you too, mom." I gave her a big squeeze. "And yes, I promise." I broke the hug, looking at the aides and my mother before continuing. "Bye, everyone! Thanks again!" I said as the three of us began to walk off towards Route 29, all of us waving at the four figures who stayed behind. Ashley stopped, turning around and taking one final picture of them and the town we were leaving behind before jogging back over to us.

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"Do you honestly think he's ready?" Patricia whispered to Prue as the three figures walked farther and farther away. Piper and Paige both patted Patti on the back as they made their way back to the lab.

Prue grinned. "Well, he seemed determined to continue on, so there's really no getting around it." The answer didn't seem to satisfy the boy's mother, so she continued on. "I think that if he isn't ready he'll become ready soon enough. I don't think anything could stop him right about now, not even us. He really is his mother's child."

Patricia smirked. His mother's child... I like that.

"He still doesn't know about everything that happened on Cinnabar, you know..." the mother said softly. "All that took place before and after that battle. What really happened to his father... I couldn't make him hate his hero like that." Prue looked at the woman curiously. "I know he wants to become the champion, but there's true evil out there and my instincts are telling me it's amassing quite a bit of power. Since he's just starting they might target him in hopes of getting to me..." Patti looked at Prue, worry in her eyes.

"I've been trying to keep him from starting his journey for so long so that wouldn't happen, but my baby's finally gone. What am I supposed to do in a situation like this?"

For once, Prue finally seemed to understand why Patti was doing what she was doing. A large smile crossed her face as she gave the worried mother a hug.

"Don't worry, Patti... I'll keep an eye out on him. Nothing will happen to your son."

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The three of us stood in front of Route 29, the trees and bushes surrounding us wet from the gentle rain.

"We're here," Duncan said disbelievingly as Ashley studied our surroundings nervously. "After everything that's happened today, we're finally here."

"I swear... If I see another ghost anytime soon, I'm going to cry," Ashley groaned.

I laughed at the two of them as I looked behind us to New Bark Town, motionless and silent in the rain. I'm finally leaving my home town. The thought of that seemed so foreign to me. I'd never thought the day would actually come, I guess. I finally get to go on my own adventure once and for all, to experience this world the way I'd always dreamed I could. Don't worry, guys, I'll make you all proud. The wind began to gently blow as I gazed at the sign just inside the town boundaries.

'New Bark Town - Winds of a new beginning.'

A new beginning... Yes. Yes it was.

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Well, there you have it. Number three. If you read through all that, please make sure to post with a comment / critique / complaint to let me know your thoughts and opinions. I'd love to hear them, and they keep me going! With that out of the way, have a great day!

 

[Dawn_Hero]

Chapter Four: The White Queen​

It was a beautiful day... At least, it was to the young woman looking out of her window. She hummed along to the pitter-patter of rain against glass as she turned back to her mirror, picking up a hairbrush and gliding it through her light-blonde hair. She watched as her two elegant pigtails bounced at each tug of the brush, her thick curls falling down to her shoulders like a spiraling waterfall. She giggled, running the brush through one last time before setting it back down on her dressing table. Gazing back at the mirror, her bright blue eyes focused in on the black shadow growing along the wall behind her.

"You've come, have you? You were almost late for tea - I just hate it when things don't start on time." She began to hum another melody, reaching down for her makeup but stopping as if grabbed by an invisible hand. The grown woman looked curiously to her left, picking up a battered doll and flashing it a surreal smile. "Edna speaks out of turn. She has been a bad example and will get no tea today."

The darkness began to morph, a pillar of white smoke coming out of the center as it took its true form. Two piercingly blue eyes stared at the woman as the creature's breath rattled inside the silent room.

The girl smirked, staring at the creature's reflection in her mirror. "Did you deliver my lovely little message, pet?"


"Yes, my lady. You've been cleared to begin."

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"Well this isn't so bad, is it?" Ashley asked whimsically, walking along the path trailing through Route 29. "I'm not exactly a fan of the rain, but the drizzle should stop any minute."

I sighed at that, putting my hands in my pockets. I'd always loved the rain. "Yeah, it should be sunny before tonight. That means tomorrow all the Pokemon should be coming back out, right?" We'd been on this path for what felt like half an hour, but despite all the tall grass, thick bushes and large trees surrounding us, we hadn't yet even heard one wild Pokemon.

"There shouldn't be any rush to find a Pokemon." Duncan said absent-mindedly, tossing his pokeball up in the air and catching it in his other hand. "We've got our whole lives, don't we? We'll find one eventually. Besides, you've already caught one today." He eyed Sneasel's pokeball on my waist fearfully. "It's a monster, but I guess it's still a Pokemon."

Ashley yawned. "Well, it's for the best. No wild Pokemon means we can travel more quickly, and if we make it to Violet Cit by tonight we can see all the lights they always have up. Remember those...?" Her voice trailed off as she began reminiscing at the thought of the lamps that were hung around the lake in Violet City. "They're so pretty!" she said dreamily.

"So's your mom." Duncan said with a grin. Ashley growled, punching him in the arm as I tried to stifle a laugh.

"The day you two say anything intelligent is the day Miltank learn to fly!"

"Yeah, yeah, we love you too," I snickered. "Now come on, guide, how much longer until we get to Cherrygrove?" Ashley huffed, taking off her backpack and dropping it on the ground. She bent over and began to rummage through it, quickly withdrawing a small white book for the second time today.

"According to A Traveler's Guide To Johto, it's about an hour or so walk from New Bark Town to Cherrygrove. I guess we're about half-way there." She turned to face us, flipping the pages a few times before holding up the book for all of us to see. There was a picture of an ocean during the sunset, the light glimmering off the waves and painting the sky and clouds a dark pink. Above the picture was written 'Welcome To Cherrygrove!'

"You see?" she pouted. "I'm giving up a lot, being willing to spend the night in Violet City instead of Cherrygrove. That sunset on the ocean is to die for! You're just lucky I've seen it a few times, I suppose." She paused, as if taking a moment to grieve her loss before continuing. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to hurry up a bit. If we make it there before noon, we can at least stop for lunch by the ocean and rest. It may not be as romantic as the sunset, but -" she looked down at her feet before looking back up at us.

"Wait, where did my bag go?"

We all paused, looking over at where she had set her backpack. It was completely gone.

"Way to go, you've already lost something." Duncan laughed. "You were meant to travel."

"Shut up!" she hissed, smacking him on the arm again. "Where is it?! Help me look!"

Duncan sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure it's somewhere. Don't worry about it. Now if I were a backpack, where would I be...?" He walked into the taller grass surrounding our path and began to search for it, Ashley quickly following suit. "Come on, Zach, help us look!"

"I swear, if that thing disappears I'm going to kill someone. I just bought that with my mom last week!" Ashley began to storm through the grass, muttering angrily as she looked high and low for her missing backpack. "It was just here! Do you think someone might've stolen it?"

"There's no one around us. If someone came up and snatched it, I think we would've noticed. It was right at your feet."

I paused, trying to drown out the sound of Ashley and Duncan's chatting. There was something rustling nearby, and it was getting closer.

"Zach! Why aren't you helping us look?! Stop sitting there and actually do something!" Ashley cried. I stood there, continuing to listen. Whatever the sound was, it was coming at us quickly. Did our noise attract something?

I paused before calling out to them as quietly as possible. "Duncan! Ashley! I think... I think there's something out here with us." They both stopped in their tracks, looking at me cautiously.

"What do you mean?" Duncan whispered back. His face was suddenly drained of color, as if expecting a Tyranitar to appear out of the blades of grass and devour him alive. I raised my hand and he understood the signal, all of us sitting there and listening quietly. The rustling sound was coming faster. Something was running through the grass up ahead. We all looked at where the noise was coming from, Ashley and Duncan hastily making their way back towards the road.

"What is it?" Ashley whispered. "A Pokemon?"

"I dunno," I replied, "But there haven't been any around here so far, have there?" The rustling shot towards us, zoning in on our location. It was almost to the road. "Come on, guys, get ready to fight. Whatever it is, it may be wanting to attack."

We each grabbed one of our Pokeballs, preparing ourselves to release our companions as the rustling came closer. We could see the grass shaking now, something running through it out of sight towards us. The noise came closer until, right when it appeared as if the creature would burst out from the grass and onto the road, it stopped. We all froze in place.

"It's hiding right inside that grass." Ashley murmured. "What do you think it could be?"

"Only one way to find out..." Duncan replied, carefully walking towards where the noise had come from. He stopped directly in front of where we had last seen the rustling, bending over and looking into the thick expanse of green. Ashley and I waited nervously as he reached out his hands, splitting apart the grass and peering into it.

"Oh..." he murmured, looking over at us. "It's nothing to worry about, you guys. It's just a -"

WHACK!

A large stick swung out of the grass, hitting Duncan outside the head and making him fall over as a tiny brown Pokemon shot out from its cover. It jumped onto Duncan's back, its large ears pointed up cautiously and its thick brown tail twitching as Ashley and I both yelped, Duncan rolling around in agony. The tiny brown creature seized its opportunity and slipped his backpack over its shoulders, running back into the grass.

"Get back here, you little monster!" Duncan roared, wobbling up to his feet and beginning to chase after the tiny creature.

"Was that a Sentret?!" Ashley asked, amazed, as her and I gave chase as well. "I thought they were supposed to be wimpy!"

"Not this one," I murmured as we rushed into the tall grass, following Duncan as he chased after the tiny rodent.

"That's my backpack!" he yelled, jumping over a tree stump as he darted after the tiny creature. The Sentret was fast, despite stealing such a heavy load. It shot left and right, making its way towards the woods not far away. I jumped over a hole in the ground as we began nearing Duncan, his face bright red with anger as he broke through the line of trees. Ashley and I did the same, slipping past large trunk after trunk while we pursued the tiny thief.

"Do you think one of those things stole my backpack, too?!" she panted, barely managing to dodge a root sticking up out of the ground.

"Can't tell for sure, but we'll find out."

"Those brats!" she seethed. "I'll kill each and every one of them if I have to get it back! That had 3,000 dollars in it!"

The Sentret shot off to the right up ahead, Duncan quickly doing the same. Ashley and I chased after them, dashing through the trees the way they had gone. I could see Duncan a few feet away, now standing still. "Duncan! What're you doing, where is it?!" I yelled out as Ashley and I skidded to a halt right next to him. He simply stared forward, wide-eyed, as he pointed a finger ahead.

"I think there was more than just one of those things..." he whispered.

Ashley and I both followed the direction of his finger and gasped. At least half a dozen Sentret were spread out along the ground and trees in a clearing up ahead, all of them bouncing on their tails and eyeing the trees around them cautiously. In the center of the clearing was the Sentret carrying Duncan's backpack, a bright blue one right beside it as well.

"That's my backpack!" Ashley hissed, clenching a fist. "The little rat stole mine, too! Let's get 'em!"

"No!" I said urgently. "There's a lot of 'em. I doubt we'd be able to take them all on." The two stared at me, an angry look on their faces as realization that I was right dawned on them. They silently nodded their heads in agreement. "If they don't notice us, maybe we can wait until some of them leave. Then we'll get your guys' backpacks."

Ashley groaned, slipping her little white traveler's guide into her pocket. "Fine, fine. Although... It does seem sort of weird none of them heard you scream - "

SLAM!

A stick bounced off Ashley's face, the Sentret carrying Duncan's backpack snickering as it picked up another one and let out a battle cry. Ashley screamed, chucking her pokeball in the air and releasing her Chikorita. All the Sentret perked up their ears and turned towards us, growling as they began to charge the intruders.

"So much for that plan!" Duncan yelled, grabbing his Pokeball and throwing it at the ground. "Rain, come out!" The ball shot out a red beam of light, releasing his Totodile from confinement.

I threw my own pokeball in the air, releasing Lava from the confines of its pokeball and letting it join its two companions on the battlefield. Our three Pokemon stared at each other nervously as the herd of Sentret neared us. "Get ready, you guys," I said through gritted teeth, clenching my fists with anticipation. "Here they come! Lava, tackle!"

As the first of the Sentret neared us, Cyndaquil hit it head on, slamming it backwards against a tree as the other Pokemon leapt into action as well. Chikorita tackled another Sentret to the ground, scattering the pack as Totodile swiped its claws into a straggler. The Sentret carrying Duncan's backpack looked on at all this in shock, picking up Ashley's backpack as well and beginning to make its escape.

"It's trying to get away!" Duncan bellowed, ducking behind some trees and making his way into the clearing past the Sentret we were fighting. "Come on, Rain, you're coming with me! You guys, hold these Sentret off and I'll get that one!"

"Not a problem!" I said with a smirk as Cyndaquil charged another Sentret, Chikorita doing the same. The Sentret weren't as tough as I thought they'd be; we could have them beaten in no time. Duncan nodded his head, making his way after the weighted-down Sentret that was trying so hard to get away.

"Jungle, tackle!" Ashley said with a grin as her Pokemon targeted another Sentret that was attempting to flee. The grass-type Pokemon charged, focusing in on the tiny rodent as Cyndaquil shot into its line of sight. The Chikorita tried to swerve around the tiny fire-type but failed, slamming into Cyndaquil and knocking it against a tree.

Cyndaquil yelped, glaring at the tiny grass-type before letting out a low growl and hitting it with its own tackle.

"Wait, what?!" I gasped, watching as our Pokemon began fighting each other while the Sentret looked on at the new battle. "Lava, stop it! Get off of her!"

"Jungle, what're you doing?! Leave Lava alone!"

The two Pokemon didn't listen, continuing to fight each other despite the amount of wild Pokemon around them. "Chiko!" Ashley's Pokemon snarled, hitting Cyndaquil with another tackle to the side. The fire-type skidded a few feet, coming to a halt and lunging at the Chikorita yet again.

"Duncan!" I yelled out. "Get back here! We need you!"

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Duncan finally cornered the Sentret that was now nearly exhausted from packing two backpacks all this way. It turned to face him, growling, as it dropped the two stolen items. It finally knew it was cornered. Snarling, it picked up yet another stick on the ground and hit it against a rock menacingly.

"Finally caught up to you, did I?" Duncan laughed, eyeing the tiny Pokemon cautiously. "Time to get our stuff back one way or another." He paused, glancing over at his Pokemon. "Rain, are you ready to fight?" The Totodile nodded feverishly, jumping in the air with joy.

"Heh, alright then. Scratch it!"

Rain shot forward, baring its fangs in a toothy grin as it raised its hand and slammed it down on the Sentret's head. The wild Pokemon fell backwards, bouncing back up with its tail and clubbing Totodile outside the head with its stick just like it had done to Duncan. The Pokemon held its head, groaning with pain and staggering backwards as Sentret began hitting it all over with the stick, delighted in its surprise attack.

Rain quickly regained its senses, lunging forward to scratch the tiny creature. The Sentret was prepared, however, dodging at the last second and smacking Totodile in the back of the head with the stick. Totodile fell forward on its face, groaning with pain as it slowly staggered to its feet.

"Rain!" Duncan called out angrily. "Come on, don't let this Sentret beat you! We've got this!"

Totodile turned to the Sentret, growling defensively as it ran at the tiny creature. It swiped forward with its claw, raking the Sentret's stomach as the stick slammed into Rain's head yet again. They both skidded backwards, snarling at each other as they charged for the second time. Totodile swiped with its claw, but this time Sentret knew better. It bounced on its tail, hopping over the blue Pokemon's head and slamming its stick into Rain's back. It cried out in agony, falling flat on its face.

"No! Rain!" Duncan clenched his fists, sweat trickling down his skin. He never really knew what was supposed to happen if he actually lost a match to a wild Pokemon. What - was he supposed to give it a handshake and exchange numbers, or did he run for his life? This thing was so small, both options seemed sort of out there. "Get up, get up! You can beat this thing, I know you can!"

Rain nodded its head wearily, staggering up to its feet as the Sentret shot forward, jumping up into the air and smacking Totodile with its tail. Rain snarled, charging at the Pokemon as it came down to the ground and bashing its claw into the creature's back. The Sentret gasped, flying forward and landing on the ground not too far away with a concussive thud. It got up quickly, growling at the blue alligator that was now panting for breath.

Rain lunged at it yet again, but it was slower now. The Sentret side-stepped the attack with ease, slamming the stick into Totodile's back. The alligator snarled, turning back and shooting a claw at the Sentret as the brown Pokemon swung its stick at the attacker. The two attacks hit simultaneously, making both the Pokemon stagger backwards. Totodile dropped to one knee, panting heavily.

The Sentret snickered, shooting forward with lightning-speed and raising its stick as if it were a club, ready to swing it down towards Totodile's head for the final blow. Sweat seemed to pour down Duncan's brow, indistinguishable from the rain. "Dodge it!" he yelled out angrily. "Come on, Totodile, dodge it!" His Pokemon ignored him, however, and simply sat there, ready to pass out as the stick made its way towards the creature's head.

"No! Rain!"

At the last second Rain shot its head straight up, gaping its mouth open as the stick made contact. It caught in Totodile's teeth as the blue creature gave a victorious growl, snapping its mouth shut and crushing the twig to pieces. The Sentret gasped, hopping backwards in shock.

Duncan simply looked on in amazement. "R-Rain... That was amazing...!" Totodile turned to the small creature, smiling with bits and pieces of bark stuck in its mouth as it began to charge, swiping yet again and hitting Sentret in the stomach. The Sentret toppled backwards, growling as it got back up. It ran quickly, slamming its head into Totodile's stomach with its full force. The blue alligator gasped as it skidded along the ground, holding its stomach in agony.

"Rain, are you alright?!" Duncan called out. Rain nodded its head weakly, glaring at the tiny brown Pokemon ahead of it. "Come on! It's weak, you can get it!"

Rain nodded its head again, snarling at its opponent. The Sentret stared back at it warily, panting for breath as the tiny blue Pokemon gave it a toothy grin, determination in its eyes as it lifted its head up to the sky. The Sentret saw its opportunity, lunging yet again at light speed. This is it, Duncan thought to himself nervously as the Sentret came closer and closer, nearly about to collide with his only Pokemon. Either Totodile knows what it's doing or I lose this match like a moron. C'mon, Totodile... I believe in you. As Sentret shot closer and closer, Duncan could no longer bear to watch.

"No! Rain! Watch out!"

The tiny creature let out a victorious cry as it jumped into the air, its tackle aimed straight for Totodile's chest. One more hit and the blue alligator was finished.

Duncan yelled, watching the scene helplessly. "Come on, Rain! Please! Do something!"

The alligator's eyes shot open at its trainer's command.

"Toto - DILE!" it bellowed, snapping its head back down and shooting out a burst of water from its mouth. The Sentret's eyes widened as it tried to dodge the blast mid-air, the liquid slamming into its stomach and making it fly backwards. It slammed into the trunk of a tree, sliding down to the ground in agony. The tiny creature let out a feeble moan of defeat before collapsing, unconscious.

Duncan paused, watching the creature carefully. "Did... Did we do it?" he asked himself, turning to his Totodile. "Did you beat it?!"

Rain smiled weakly as the Sentret remained still. "YES!" Duncan cheered, jumping up and down in the air. "You actually did it, Rain! You did it!" The Totodile put its hands on its hips, a victorious smirk spreading across its face as it panted slightly. Duncan walked over to it, patting it on the head. "That was amazing! Perfect time for you to have figured out water - OWCH!" Rain snapped its mouth down on his arm, jumping up and down with excitement as Duncan groaned in pain. He quickly pried his arm out of the creature's mouth.

"Okay, you did a good job. That's enough for now, though, come on back," he moaned, holding up the pokeball and recalling the Totodile. It jumped for joy, yelling out in triumph as it slipped back into the ball. Duncan stood there for a second rubbing his arm before turning to the unconscious Sentret and the two stolen items. "Now then, what am I going to do with you...?" he asked, walking over and grabbing his own backpack. As he picked it up he could hear his pokeballs clacking against each other inside. He paused.

"I guess I have an idea after all," he said with a grin.

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"Do you think Duncan's going to make fun of us for all of this?" Ashley asked, wincing in pain as she held her squirming Chikorita in her arms.

"Chiko!" It snarled, twirling the leaf on its head around quickly before firing a razor leaf at my Pokemon. Lava squealed, opening its mouth and releasing a burst of smoke.

"Cut that out!" I cried, coughing violently as I tried to contain the squirming Pokemon in my arms. "Can't you two just get along?! You're on the same team!" Lava whimpered, clawing into my arms to get away.

"You guys, I'm back!" Duncan called out from behind the smoke. "You won't believe what - wait, what's going on here?!" From inside the smoke I could see his outline had stopped a few feet away. "Are you guys alright?!"

"No, we're not alright!" Ashley howled, Chikorita jabbing her in the ribs and kicking her in the stomach as it tried desperately to tear into my Cyndaquil. "Our Pokemon are trying to kill each other!"

Duncan paused. "...Why don't you call them back into their pokeballs then?" I stared at Ashley through the now disappearing smoke, both our faces bright red with embarrassment.

"Erm... That's a very good question," I muttered, grabbing my pokeball and recalling my Cyndaquil into it.

"We just..." Ashley groaned, apparently unable to find a decent excuse for not thinking of that either. "Nevermind." She sighed, reaching for her own Pokeball. Chikorita saw its chance, not realizing Cyndaquil was returned to the pokeball, and shot another leaf at where it had last been. It slammed into my gut, making me howl with pain.

" Ashley, get that thing back into its pokeball! Quick!"

"Sorry, sorry! Jungle, return!" The smoke started to completely disappear, allowing me to see the red beam of light suck Chikorita back into its ball. "That was... Horrible..." Ashley panted, wobbling back up to her feet. "You would've thought those two would get along, especially when they were fighting off all those Sentret."

"What exactly happened to the Sentret?" Duncan asked, staring at the two of us with a look of complete confusion. "I mean, you two looked like you had this handled when I ran off." He stopped for a second, remembering the extra backpack he had brought along. "Oh, and I got this for you, Ash." He tossed the bright blue bag over to Ashley, who was barely able to catch it before it fell to the ground.

"Thanks for handing it to me, jerk. We were doing fine, but then Lava accidentally got in the way of one of Jungle's tackles. They just... Went crazy." She sighed. "The Sentret saw their chance and ran off, since they were all pretty weakened. It's too bad, too. I would've loved catching one."

"What, you mean like I did?" Duncan said with a grin. He twirled a pokeball in the air. "Rain and I kicked its butt and I caught it afterwards. So much for waiting the rest of our lives to finally find some wild Pokemon, eh guys?"

Ashley and I both grinned. "That's awesome!" I said happily, walking over and patting him on the back. "All the more reason to get to Cherrygrove, guys. We need to get our Pokemon healed up so we can see this Sentret of yours."

Ashley and Duncan both nodded their heads, turning on the spot to get back to the road.

This was a bit... Strange, I thought to myself, staring at Ashley and Duncan as he teased her about not having a Pokemon yet and she teased back about him being an idiot. But if this is the worst we have to look forward to, I really don't see what the big deal about travelling is. Yeah, that was a bit dangerous, but nothing that could've gotten us killed. I have a feeling we're going to be just fine out here on our own. After all... What's the worst that could happen?

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"Were there any problems in delivering the message?" the woman asked in a sing-song voice, reaching for her make-up and applying it carefully in the mirror. She never let her eyes stray off of the Pokemon behind her.

The Darkrai shook its head, its cold eyes never leaving the woman's back. "Everything went exactly as planned, my lady. The message was delivered without a hitch."

A frown spread across the woman's face as she placed her mascara brush on the table. "Is that so?" she asked sweetly, the happiness in her voice replaced with a sultry pout.

"Yes, my lady."

"My dear little Edna tells me of your lie." She giggled yet again, picking up a brush to smooth out her hair once more. "She tells me how bad your vision is and that there was a boy... A young boy, one who was scared of you. You made a mistake and revealed yourself to him." The girl wiggled her index finger, making a 'tsk tsk' sound as she did so. "Naughty, naughty!" The creature shivered as a darker tone began to seep into the woman's voice. Those two words felt almost like a death threat to him. "We can't have mistakes when we're so close to getting what we want, can we?"

The monster swallowed. "...No, my lady."

The woman put her brush down, getting up out of her chair and letting her pink dress settle along the floor. There was something about the woman's demeanor that made the dark creature shiver uncontrollably. "My dearest Darkrai, let's both hope that this little boy doesn't tell anyone what he saw!"

She giggled as a dark, sadistic grin spread across her face.

"For if he does... Not only will I kill you, but I'll track him down and rip out that pretty little heart of his while he's still breathing."

She walked over to a table nearby and poured herself a cup of tea, her bright blue eyes gazing at the Darkrai unblinkingly. Her calculating gaze pierced through him like his gaze did to so many others. It was a soulless look. A look of pure evil.

"Now then... With that out of the way, would you like a cup of tea? We have business to attend to."