This will be my first attempt at any sort of fan fiction. I have experience in writing but I never had a base to work on, so I thought I'd start with Pokemon since I grew up with it. Hopefully this doesn't bomb like my last term paper (bad jokes, get used to them, I'm not a naturally funny guy)

Note: I am a college student. Due to this I plan on writing a mature story. No descriptive sex but it will be implied most likely, depending on where I take the story (no guarentees; sort of like the Mass Effect Fox News stories). Also, cursing. Lots of cursing. I'm sticking a +18 label on this story just for safety's sake, but I will warn of the chapter's contents beforehand.. unless it will spoil a surprise or cliffhanger, so yeah..Consider this chapter +16 for mild use of explicit words. Also, this chapter is very wordy as it doubles as an introduction to the setting and characters. The story takes place 3 months after the beginnings of Pokemon Black & White

Chapter 1: New Beginnings and a New Life

A flash to happier times. Kids playing at the Trainers' School. Accumula Town and its rolling hills. Running up and down between Nuvema and Striaton. The shadow of a small boy with a cap pattering its way across the wall of an abandoned building. The shadow turned towards me and smiled. The gaping mouth was a direct contrast of the blackened shadow, showing a bleach white. The mouth opened wider and wider, until it engulfed the entire wall. It leaped off the wall and covered the sky, then slowly descended. Then, darkness..

I awoke with a cold sweat. That dream was familiar yet different every time. The darkness came sooner that time. The dreams started 3 months ago when Black left to become a Pokemon master. I had already assurned that the shadow was a personification of Black, due to his rather unique name, but I couldn't figure out why he haunted my dreams every single night. I had a glass of water sitting on the adjacent for these dreams, and I downed it in about 5 seconds flat. I gasped for breath as the cold liquid slid down my throat and the cold tingling spread to my back. The sensation left me after a minute of so, though my t-shirt was soaked down the small of my back and down most of my chest. I grabbed another black t-shirt from the drawer next to me, ripping off the one I was currently wearing and using it as a wash rag to clean the sweat off of me.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I spent the next 10 minutes searching for my fishing pole. This house my parents left me was gigantic, a modern marvel in its own right., which sat perched behind the Trainers' School. My father was head of an archeology clinic that was currently in the Sinnoh region researching the origin of Unknown. He left my mother, a top Pokemon professor in all of the regions, and I to fend for ourselves in this giant house.. until she left during the night without so much as a goodbye. For the past 6 months I've had to watch after myself. What time I had with Black, my oldest childhood friend, was cut short by his ambition to become a Pokemon master. He kept in contact with me all the way up until Nimbasa City, and the video calls stopped. That was 2 months ago.

I spent my days now either helping out at the Trainers' School where I was raised or fishing along Route 1. I had no ambition to become a Pokemon trainer, but I liked kids, so I did what I could at the School. Black resented me for my beliefs, since he had wanted to become a trainer ever since seeing a Pokemon battle on my family's pluro TV when we were younger. It's not that I hated the idea, I just.. I still don't have an answer to that question. I just wanted to lead a simple life, free of complications. Being challenged every day to Pokemon battles wasn't my cup of tea, so I avoided the Trainers' part of the Trainers' School.

I had found my pole laying under my bed; I probably placed it there so I could remember it.. good job past self. I shrugged it off and proceeded to grab my dad's tackle box and walk out the door. It was still early, about 7 or so, so I enjoyed the hassle-free walk to Route 1. I heard the occasional kid or a Pidove screech, but it was otherwise relaxing. I made my way up to my favourite boulder that sat perched between the wild grass and the sea. The boulder had natural handholds so I could move up it with ease. As I made my way up to the top I heard an unfamiliar screech but I played it off as a trick of the mind. As I broke the top to watch the sunrise, I heard the screech again. It sounded.. pained. I decided that it wasn't a trick and, pulling myself up onto the top, I scanned the surrounding area for the source. It didn't take long. Laying face down in the sand was an unfamiliar Pokemon to me. It was small, with literal white skin, green.. hair I would suppose, and a red horn of some sort protrudding out of the hair. I also noticed a trail of crimson making its way down its right arm, and it was shuddering almost uncontrollably. I'm not a cruel person, and my first thought was to get it to the PokeCenter in Accumula before the salt water could get in and hurt it more. I jumped off the boulder, not realizing the consequence of jumping off a boulder 15 feet high. My legs buckled when I hit the sand and I face planted.. hard. My vision blurred, but I was still running towards the green blur. I scooped it up and wrapped it in my t-shirt in one motion and began running in the direction I've known since I was a kid. I knew a shortcut through the forest that would put me right at the PokeCenter, but the whole blurry vision and the fact that it was not exactly sunrise yet made running through a near black forest full of deadly plants and Pokemon a challenge to say the least. My vision focused after a minute or so, but it was too late, and I ran straight into an uplifted root, causing me to fly through the air and crash into the ground again. I hit the ground, left arm under me, and skidded about 10 feet. My arm felt numb, but I was guessing it was injured and that I had lost feeling due to the adrenaline of running. I willed my body to get back up and hobble-ran the rest of the way.

I bursted out of a clearing near the back of the PokeCenter. I overestimated where the front was, but I was at least on solid ground again. I proceeded to run to the front and made my way inside. The lobby didn't hold many people; I guess it was still before 8 and there weren't that many trainers up anyway. Though the ones that were there gave me weird looks, but then a look of understanding.. I guess this look was common among trainers. I barged my way to the counter, potentially pissing off an older gentleman, but I believe this was worth it. The nurse glanced at me, looked down, then snapped back to me.

"Can.. can I help you?" She exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Um.. yeah.. this Pokemon.. I don't know what it is.. but.. thearm.. nedz.. heellin.."

That's all I could get out before my legs gave out. I guess I was losing more blood than I thought. I was concious enough to see the counter get closer and closer before I made direct contact with it, and I felt my brain rattle in my head.

"F**k! Grab the Pokemon and the kid! He's losing a lot of f**king blood!" The older gentlemen, I assumed. Quite a mouth on him.

Then everything faded to black.

Black..

To white..

Then darkness..

Dark.. so very dark.

Cold..

And suddenly, bright.. too bright.. blinding.. searing.. melting..

Pink.

It took me a second to realize what was passing through my head. I had woken up lying sideways, staring into a mist I could only describe as the excrements of a Munna. A very thick mist, almost suffocating, but relaxing at the same time, with it's aroma and pinkish hue. I knew I couldn't lay here though, so I pulled myself up to my knees and starting assessing the situation. All I could see in any direction was the mist; any break gave way to a horizon bearing a slightly darker pink. I pushed off the ground and stumbled as my knees buckled yet again. I remembered the situation at the PokeCenter, but anything after that was a blank. Just.. hot. I remember hot.

Before I could recall anything else, the mist melted around me. As in, literally melted; it maintained a slightly liquid/slightly Jell-O feel at my legs. My brain went into overdrive at the situation, and it took me a moment to regain control and reassess. I could see for miles on end now, but the only interesting thing I could see from my area was a subtle hint of light at my right-back side. I decided there was no point in hanging around here and let my mind go off the deep end again, so I made my way towards the light.

After walking what seemed like forever due to the gelletin-type substance causing my footsteps to stick to the floor with every step, the light was taking a form of something. I presumed I was getting closer.

Closer...

Closer...

It took the form of a star. Or a sun. I don't know. A tiny ball of intense light floated near 20 feet from me. As I neared, the glowing became brighter. And hotter. Too hot. Way too fucking hot. But I couldn't stop myself. My feet dragged themselves through the sludge, my arms raised in front of me as if I was to grab it. I tried jarring my head in the opposite direction but it wouldn't budge. Brighter. Brighter. Hotter. Hotter. I felt like I was on fire. Just as my hands breached the glow, the pain faded. It was gradual, but it was damn sure better than getting closer to it. Soon all that remained of my arm was the elbow up, but the pain had faded to a slight tingle. Then I dropped again, my arms feeling like lead. I could see my arms again, but they automatically curled, as if to protect something. I gasped at what I saw; the Pokemon I had rescued lay perfectly healthy, glowing with the same hue of pink as the mist. I hadn't noticed before, but it was quite heavy for it's size. It stirred in my arms. It raised its arm. Touched my face. The feeling burned, but it felt nice, like IcyHot. It shook its head, the green hair fluttering before settling back down. It brushed the hair to the side, and, holding it there, looked at me with an eye. I felt a pang of pity, but I felt as though this was what I needed to do, protect it. As that thought slipped through my mind, the sludge bubbled, then engulfed me. And I was falling.

Falling..

Into darkness..

Right, first chapter. It sucked and it was wordy. But I think I got my point across. Right?

;_;

Anyways, reviews would be appreciated. I don't know much about this kinda stuff so I'd appreciate tips from anyone who's knowedgeable in this kinda stuff. Also, I might tend to take material from other fan fics and use them as part of mine. The "Pluro" TV being the first one, from a fan fic called "Shapeshifter". Highly recommended, I like the story and the characters. This chapter took about 2 hours on and off, so it seems a bit rushed in my opinion, but I'm bored and don't have work, what else am I supposed to do? '-_-