Table of communication:-
narration
"vocal speech"
~Thought~
-Telepathy-
Date: ?/?/? Chapter 1: Desperation.
Chances are if you've discovered this text, you are reasonably familiar with the world of Pokémon. However if you just happened upon this by chance, allow me to introduce you.
The world of Pokémon is a wonderful land. Beautiful blue planet covered in vibrant greenery; Splashes of colour such as the captivating cherry blossom trees, beautiful buttercups and ravaging red roses. Cool crisp blue oceans, bordered by the peaceful sandy beaches. Bright blue sunny skies on the best of days, drab dreary downpour's on the worst, much like your planet. Earth I believe? Funny, that's what ours is called too.
Of course our two planets have many similarities. They are one in the same. Both have thriving towns and city's full of people living their lives content, smaller settlements of humans living day by day on what they can grow and find along many thriving ecosystems.
However, they are also very different from one another. The first difference of course is our "Animals". Your earth has one sentient animal the human. My world has thousands of sentient creatures, Humans and the many, many different species of Pokémon.
Pokémon are the "Animals" of my world, although they are very different in shape, size and ability. Pokémon can resemble many of the animals in your world such as salamanders, turtles, monkeys and birds, with some glaring differences.
Pokémon lived in small social groups for a long time, until people started becoming less afraid of them. The strength many Pokémon hold is more than enough to damage the human form. Luckily for the people, Pokémon aren't as… dangerous as they were perceived.
…But enough about that. Shall I tell you more of my world? Yes, I think that would be best.
Another glaring difference between us is the fact that humans let their children out into the world at the age of 10 years with a Pokémon companion to… If I'm honest, I could never find a General reason for this ritual. Some people do this to become stronger by asking their Pokémon to battle in their place, a seemingly paradoxical goal. Others wish to study Pokémon and learn from them. Of course there are many who chose not to partake in this event, and seek a life similar to the life you people almost need to.
Most tales around my world are centred around young boys and girls striving to be the best Pokémon trainers in the world, and having a merry old time. This is not always the case. Sometimes these children get mixed up in dangerous situations and either have to run away, join their foe, or take them down. And on very rare occasions, they get in way over their head.
When the smoke had cleared, everyone had fallen.
The grunts, the admin's, the executive's, even the big boss Giovanni. They had all been defeated, no, destroyed by a group of Pokémon's unrelenting force. One of these Pokémon belonged to young lad of the name Joseph Edmonds. All the trouble he's encountered during his life, had gotten him bound on the side of a large, cold metal wall, deep in the rocket hideout. This wasn't the first time he had dealt with team rocket or their associates, but he felt it would be his last.
The boy had been blitzed by shock. Stunned by the spectacle he had just witnessed.
"Gen… that was amazing." He called to his Gardevoir dragging her long slender legs through the rubble towards him. Her ivory body was sopping wet; hair drooping in front of her eyes. She was gasping from the extraneous experience, every step she made forcing her to gasp for air.
"Joe, gasp, I couldn't just sit there, gasp, watching them hurt you." She croaked, trying to keep her balance as she walked. I can already hear you now "Did that Pokémon just talk?" that will be explained soon enough.
Joseph's body was battered and broken. All but one of his limbs had been shattered due of the torture these sick men forced him to endure. His face was bloody and bruised. His long scruffy hair dyed a horrible crimson; A perfect match for those soft eyes. The pain he felt was excruciating. Every muscle, every bone, every single one of his cells were screaming in agony. All of this paled in comparison to the pain in his chest as he saw his champion fall to her knees.
"GEN!" He screeched to her past gritted teeth, his piercing cry echoing thorough out the large metal tomb.
-don't worry Joe...- Gen thought to him, her connection to him waning; breathing laboured as she forced her way to her feet. –I'm fine.- She continued to limp towards him, holding her chest.
"No you're not, your exhausted, you can barely stand, let alone walk! You need to get to a Pokémon centre now!" He was right. The battle before had drained her of her psychokinetic energy, the element that gives all psychic type Pokémon their power. It was worse for her than others, due to her species using a fraction of this energy to keep themselves upright and walking.
-not without you.- Gen thought to him as she stumbled, catching herself on the wall in which he was bound. As Gen opened the first shackle bracing his left arm, four more shot up from the floor, binding her to the spot, pulling her arms down to her feet.
"AH!" she cried as her knees slammed to the ground to his right.
"No, no, no, no, fuck!" The boy shouted, panicking, hoping that...
"AHEM!". The booming voice rang through the metal chamber. He stood there as though the previous event had not happened, pokeball's at the ready.
It was at this moment the reality of the situation set in to the boy. He had made a fatal mistake harassing the man, who's organisation had been planing their attack for a good chunk of their lives.
"Why is it that every time I try to do anything I am accosted by children. Children who clearly have no idea what I'm capable of." With teeth grit, the suited man flung his balls to the floor filling the generous space with bright red.
By now you're probably thinking "what the hell is going on here?" Let's go back to where it all began...