The New Champion

by TheAverageZero

Sometimes, the Legendary Pokemon need some help with the whole keeping peace stuff, especially with the recent world dictatorship. So, they began getting warriors, know as Champions. It started with just a few, but they quickly needed more. Now, only one Legend is left without a Champion. That's where Shane comes in. But there's an issue. He's the only male in the Hall.

1. A Dark Past for a Bright Person

Hello, and welcome, to my new story. I imagine that some of you may be curious as to what HGW stands for, and if not, you probably should have been. But if you didn't, then it's alright. But, for those curious, HGW stands for Harem Gone Wrong, which is sort of like a second title for this series, if it can be called that, as it is going to be multiple different stories that don't pertain to each other. But, HGW seems like a fairly interesting idea that I came up with, so I decided to do it. What the stories are/will be are the broad idea for a harem story, but I take it and twist it using my wonderful fucked up brain, making it much different. Sounds fun, right? So, essentially what it is, is a harem story where, instead of all of the girls fawning over the main character, they pretty much hate the poor fucker for it. So, yeah, let's get going.

So, for this story, if you want a broad idea of what it is about, I advise going and reading BoatingTurtle's story 'Pokemon: Legendary Champion', and if you actually have read that, then bravo. Anyways, I don't own Pokemon, nor do I own pretty much anything else in this story. So, let's kick this shit off.

Updated AN: I'm back! I mean, seriously, Jay? Did you truly think that I would go down without a fight? Even with your passive aggressive bullshit and your friends lying and saying that they like my story and read it? I mean, really, we all know that that's bullshit, and that the only thing they read in my story were the song lyrics, just to see proof that I should be reported. And, for the record, to RainThatHealsMe, no, no legal action could be taken against anyone, and you would know that if you paid attention to the guidelines as much as you say, and if you new anything about fair use laws, you insignificant dumb ass. And, another little fun fact. I believe that CU will not harass an author, and will only go after one story by them at a time. Literally as soon as this one went down, you started after one of my other stories. So, have fun being a hypocritical piece of garbage, and you and your friends can just fuck off from my stories.

Updated AN 2.0: Fine, what the hell ever. I'll drop the lyrics. No, I'm not submitting to CU, nor will I ever. I'm merely doing this because, after getting multiple people that I respect telling me that I should take them out, I decided to do so. But, the song is still staying in. Any issues with that, and you can piss of, because it stays, bitch.

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Sometimes, A Dark Past Can Still Make For A Bright Person

"Nope. Nope. Nada." I said, throwing trash after trash out of the trashcan that I was halfway in. I got out and dusted myself off, saying, "Damn it, and not even any pizza crusts."

My name is Shane Zeich, and I'm a homeless fifteen year old Umbreon-morph. Nice fucking introduction, right? I've been homeless ever since I ran away from home when I was ten, although by the time that I left it wasn't even a home anymore, just a place for me to go to be miserable and get beaten. My father had run off with some cheap whore when I was only one, so I never knew him, but I still hated him, as he left my mother alone to raise me. By the time I was five, my mother was a raging alcoholic, leaving to go to work every day before I was awake and returning sometime around midnight, having already drank away all of the money that she had made, and ready to start beating me senselessly. So I pretty much raised myself. I ended up getting a job to pay for things that I needed. I used the money I earned to go to school, to buy food, and I even ended up saving up enough to buy myself a phone, which I still have, although it hasn't been activated for years, so it's pretty much just my way of listening to music.

I was about to go searching for food in another trashcan, when I heard a female voice yell, "Help me, please!"

I immediately took off running towards the sound, knowing that while I can't fight worth shit, I'd still be the only person that would come and help her, as the people of Black Mesa, along with a fair amount of the rest of the world, doesn't really give a shit about what happened to others, so long as they got what they wanted, and the police force is corrupt and useless. I turned a corner to see five of the previously mentioned cops encircling a woman with black hair with white and silver highlights, and she was wearing black jeans along with a black long-sleeve shirt, with silver stripes at the end of the sleeves.

"C'mon girly," one of the cops said, "just get on your knees and give us what we want and we may leave you alone."

"Please, leave me alone." The women pleaded, backing up until her back hit the wall behind her.

"C'mon," another cop said, "if you play nice, maybe we'll even keep it in; let you get a taste."

I've had enough of this shit.

I stepped up behind them and said, "Hey, fuckers." They all whipped around to face me, so I said, "Leave her the hell alone."

They all burst out laughing, a few of them even doubling over and holding their stomach.

"Oh yeah," one of them said, when he finally composed himself, "and who's gonna make us?"

"Me." I said.

Or at least I hope so. At this they burst out laughing again, which annoyed the living hell out of me.

"Alright kid," the previous cop said, "c'mon over here and stop us."

I took my phone from my pocket and began scrolling through my music.

"What the hell is this little punk doing now?" One of the cops said, motioning towards me.

"You know the saying," I said, clicking on a song, putting my earbuds in, and dropping my phone back in my pocket, "every superhero needs his theme music."

I took a fighting stance as Wake Me Up by Crown the Empire started playing.

I put my right hand up and did the 'come at me' gesture, and one of the cops rushed at me. I sidestepped him, sticking my foot out as I did, causing him to trip. I took off running at one of the other cops and delivered a quick blow to his stomach, causing him to double over, out of breath. I then nailed him on the back of the head, knocking him onto the ground, dazed. I whipped around to see that the first cop had gotten back up, and he was now brandishing a knife, along with one of his comrades, while the other two left standing were holding nightsticks. One of the ones holding a stick rushed me, swinging, but I caught the weapon and pried it from his grasp and struck him over the head with it, causing him to crumple to the ground, unconscious. I dropped the weapon on the ground just as I was tackled and slammed into the brick wall. The cop that had me pinned started lunging for my throat with his knife, but I brought my knee up and slammed it into his ribs, causing him to back off and double over as I heard a definite crack sound from his chest. I took this as my chance to disable him, so I kicked him in the face, sending him flying onto his back, blood flowing from his nose. I took a moment to catch my breath, but it was cut short when I was grabbed from behind. Without tasking a moment to think, I quickly leapt, still in my assailant's arms, and did a backflip over him, breaking from his grasp. I then kicked him in the back, sending him flying a few feet away from me. I grabbed his arm and pulled it up from his body, before stomping on the elbow joint, breaking the bone, causing him to let out a scream of pain. The man curled up in a ball, holding his arm, as I turned to face the other two, also seeing that the second cop had gotten back up, blood still spurting from his nose, which was bent at an odd angle.

I cracked my neck, before saying, "C'mon then, fuckers."

"Little fucking punk." The injured one said through the blood.

I dashed at the injured cop, knocking his legs out from under him. He fell flat on his face with a groan of pain. I stomped on his head, causing a sickening crack, followed by him lying still. Holy fuck, did I kill him or just knock him out? The other two cops, one brandishing a knife and the other a nightstick, rushed at me, both swinging wildly. I managed to dodge the stick fairly easily, but the knife caught me on my shoulder, sending a few jolts of pain through my body as it cut into me, but, thankfully, it didn't feel like a deep cut. I grabbed the cop's wrist as he went to deliver a stab to my arm, but I got the knife from his hand and sent him flying back a few feet. I gripped the knife firmly in my hand and lunged at the other cop, nailing him directly in the shoulder, sending the blade deep into his flesh, until it hit his bone. He dropped his stick and clutched his shoulder in pain, so I did a bicycle kick, connecting with his face and sending him flying back, unconscious. The only cop left standing lunged at me, but I easily dispatched him by knocking his legs out from under him and slamming my fist into his chest as he fell, knocking him unconscious with a few nice sounding cracks coming from his chest.

As the song ended, I took my earbuds out and pocketed them. I bent over, my hands on my knees, panting heavily, but I almost lost my balance as I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Thank you so much for saving me." The woman said, squeezing the breath out of me.

"Um, yeah, no problem," I said, struggling to speak, "now could you please let go, kinda hard to breathe here."

"Oh, right." She said, letting go of me. "Sorry about that."

"It's alright." I said, taking a deep breath.

I looked at the woman and I saw her eyes tracing over me, obviously seeing how my clothes that were multiple sizes too small hugged my body, outlining my ribs perfectly.

"Arceus, when was the last time you ate?" She asked, a concerned look in her eyes.

"Um," I said, rubbing the back of my head, "that depends on what you mean by eat. The last time I ate anything was a few days ago, but the only time I ate an actual meal was about five years ago."

"That's horrible." The woman said. "You must let me buy you some groceries, as a thank you."

"No, don't worry about it," I said, "I'll survive, and besides, you don't need to do anything for me, I just helped because it was the right thing to do."

"C'mon, please let me do something for you." She said. "How about you at least let me take you out to a restaurant for one meal?"

I thought about it for a few seconds, before saying, "Alright, if you really want to."

"Yay!" The woman cheered, leaping into the air. "You choose a place; I'm new to this city."

I chuckled before saying, "Well then let me be the first to welcome you to this wonderful little cesspit that is Black Mesa."

"Yeah," she said, laughing, "it seems like such a great place to be."

"Yep." I said. "Now c'mon, I know this little hole-in-the-wall café near here that's fucking awesome."

"Lead the way." The woman responded.

We walked through the city in silence, not that we would have been able to hear each other to begin with, with all of the sounds of city life, along with the sounds of crimes occurring almost constantly. It took us about ten minutes to reach the restaurant, having to dodge cars running red lights multiple times. When we entered the café I saw a Gardevoir-morph behind the counter, and I could see that she was doing a crossword puzzle.

"Hey Stella." I said, waving to her when we entered.

She looked up from the puzzle and looked at us, before saying, "Why if it isn't my favorite customer. How've you been, sweetie?"

I shrugged and said, "Not too bad, I guess."

"C'mon, you know you can't fool me." She said, "I can see every rib on your body. You haven't been eating well, have you?"

"Well, living on the streets doesn't really secure me three meals a day, so not really." I said.

"Oh, you know you can always come by here and I would give you some food." Stella said.

"You know that I couldn't do that and not feel guilty, Stella." I said. "I know how things have been for you recently, and I can't imagine that Ben getting sick has helped much."

"Ah, so you heard about that." She said. She sighed, saying, "Yeah, it hasn't really helped too much, but I can manage, so long as he pulls through it."

"Isn't there medicine for it?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it costs almost ten thousand dollars." She said, sighing. "Anyway, what brings you here today?"

"Believe it or not," I said, motioning to the woman, "my friend and I have come to have some lunch."

"I was wondering if you knew that you had a shadow." Stella said, coming out from behind the counter and walking over to us. She stuck her hand out and said, "Hello, my name is Stella, and I run this fine establishment."

The woman shook her hand and said, "Diana."

So that's her name. I probably should have asked her at some point, but that seemed to resolve itself.

"It's nice to meet you Diana." Stella said. "So, if you two want to get yourself a booth, I'll go grab some menus."

We sat at the booth closest to the door, and I took this chance to look around, seeing that we were the only customers. Stella came back a minute later, two menus in hand, and sat them down in front of us before walking away.

"Wow," Diana said, looking around, "it looks like hole-in-the-wall is right. We're the only people here."

I shrugged and said, "Yeah, but sometimes unknown and small means some of the best food, and this is absolutely a case of that."

"So I've heard." She said. "So, since you are obviously this city's local food connoisseur, what do you suggest getting?"

I thought for a second, before saying, "Have you ever had home-made Farfetch'd soup and homemade milkshakes?"

"No, I have not," Diana replied, "but that sounds really good."

"Very well." I said. I raised my voice slightly to where it could be heard in the rest of the café, before saying, "Stella, if you're free, we are ready to order."

Stella came over and said, "Honey, you know I'm always free around here. What'll it be?"

"Two of your number fives, with two chocolate shakes, please." I said.

"Alright kiddo, that'll be right out." She said, before going through the door behind the counter.

"So, what exactly do you mean by homemade?" Diana asked.

"Well," I said, "Stella and her husband live on a farm outside of the city, and everything she uses to make food comes from there, so it's not only home-made, but it's also home-grown."

"Cool." She said. "So, who was that Ben person that you were talking about?"

"Oh, that's her son." I said. "He's currently sixteen and he's had Pokerus ever since he was nine."

"But I thought that Pokerus only affects Pokemon." Diana said. "And isn't it actually a good thing?"

"It can actually affect morphs in rare occasions." I said. "And it's anything but good to them. It can be fatal in some cases, it could just put the afflicted in a coma in other cases, or it could just make them really sick, it all depends on which strain you get. And, of course, Ben has the one that can kill you, which is just such good luck for Stella."

"Wow." Diana said. "That must be horrible."

"I imagine it is." I said, sighing. "I used to hang out with the kid, but since he got sick he's been bed ridden. I spoke to him a few times over the phone a few years ago, and he sounded really bummed out about it. They've been trying to save up enough money for the medicine, but it's really expensive for any strain, and the fatal one is the most expensive."

"That sucks." Diana said. "Here, why don't we try to get on a different topic? I never caught your name earlier."

"Shane." I said. "Shane Zeich."

"That's an odd last name." She said.

I shrugged and said, "Well, it's actually just one that I came up with on my own. I never really wanted to go by either of my parent's last names."

"Well why not?" Diana asked.

I sighed and said, "That's a story that I don't really want to get into right now. Let's just leave it at my dad wasn't really good at his job and my mother and I never saw eye to eye, mostly because she always saw through the bottom of a bottle and I only ever saw through puffed up flesh."

"Oh." She said. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged and said, "Meh, don't be. It's all in the past."

Diana opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Stella coming over with a tray of food.

"Here you go." She said, sitting the food on the table.

"Thanks Stella." I said.

"My pleasure, hun." She said, going back to the counter. "Just pay on your way out."

I ate a spoonful of my soup and sighed as I felt the warm, delicious liquid hit my tongue, before falling down my throat.

"Wow, this is really good." Diana said, taking a bite of her own.

I laughed, before saying, "I told you it was."

"Well, you certainly weren't lying." She said.

We continued eating, making small talk the whole time. When we were both done we sat our dishes back on the tray.

"That was one of the best meals I've had in a long time." Diana said.

I laughed, saying, "Yeah, Stella's an awesome cook. Anyway, we should probably go ahead and pay."

"Of course." Diana said, grabbing the ticket. "Don't worry about it, I said I'll take care of it and I will."

"C'mon, at least let me cover the tip." I said.

"No, I said that I'll get all of it," she said, "and I will."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a black wallet. She opened it and pulled out a twenty, before sitting it on the table.

"Anyway, shall we leave now?" She asked.

"Sure." I said, standing up.

Diana stood as well and began walking towards the door, saying, "Bye Stella, it was nice meeting you."

"See you two later." Stella replied.

Pausing for a second before leaving, I pulled a ten dollar bill, the only money in my possession, out of my pocket, before sitting it on the table with the twenty. Not like I'll need it where I'm going. I then followed Diana out of the restaurant. When I exited, I saw Diana standing a few feet away, to my right, so I went over to her.

"Listen, it's been really nice meeting you," she said, "and I can't thank you enough for saving me, but I have an appointment soon."

"It's alright." I said. "If you need to go, then you need to go."

"Thank you again for saving me." She said, hugging me, standing on her toes slightly as I was a few inches taller than her. As she pulled away, she said, "And always remember Shane, your past doesn't decide your future. As you've proven today, sometimes a dark past can still make for a bright person."

As soon as she pulled away, she turned around and took off running down an alleyway to the right. I followed her, wanting to ask her what she meant, but when I turned the corner I was greeted with a dead end.

"What the fuck?" I said, completely confused. "Where the hell did she go?"

I went down the alley to see if there was some door that I couldn't see, but found nothing. Deciding that it'd probably be better to just leave it alone, I left and began walking down the street.

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I was sitting on the top of a tower, the tallest building in Black Mesa. I looked down and saw the ground, a dizzying fifty stories down.

"This tower should prove to help with what I'm trying to accomplish." I said. I laughed, and said, "Arceus, that sounded so fucking stupid."

I sat there, thinking. Thinking about my life, about my mother, but most of all, thinking about what has led me to this moment. As I was about to stand up, I had a thought.

"Fuck it; I've always liked stupid little dramatics, and besides, I'm pretty good at singing." I said. "That, and this seems fairly fitting."

I took my phone from my pocket and put my earbuds in. I then put on Bullet by Hollywood Undead, and started singing along with it.

My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

Gone too far and yeah I'm gone again,
It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends,
I'm sitting on the edge with my 2 best friends,
Ones a bottle of pills, ones a bottle of gin,
I'm 20 stories up, yeah I'm up at the top,
I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off,
Asphalt to me has never looked so soft,
I bet my momma found my letter, now shes calling the cops,
I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it,
'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance,
Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent,
'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is,
I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife,
But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice,
I never bought a suit before in my life,
But when you go to meet God, you know you wanna look nice.

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah I'll see you tomorrow.

My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

We hit the sky, there goes the light, no more sun, why's it always night?
When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream,
When you can't dream, well, what's life mean?
We feel a little pity, but don't empathize
The old are getting older, watch a young man die,
A Mother and a Son and someone you know, smile at each other and realize you don't,
You don't know what happened to that kid you raised,
What happened to the Father, who swore he'd stay?
I didn't know 'cause you didn't say,
Now Momma feels guilt, yeah Momma feels pain,
When you were young, you never thought you'd die,
Found that you could but too scared to try,
You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye,
Climb to the roof to see if you could fly.

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah I'll see you tomorrow.

My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,
Like a bird so high,
Oh I might just try,
I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,
Like a bird so high,
Oh I might just try,
Oh I might just try.

As the song ended, I took my earbuds out and pocketed them. I stood up, sighing and looked over the edge again, resisting the sense of vertigo. I stood at the edge, completely rigid, before stepping off with my right foot, and beginning my descent, the wind whipping around me, until I felt a large amount of force on my whole body and faded into blackness.

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So, this was fun, and possibly slightly depressing. I don't know if it was, but if you read the aforementioned story, than you know where this is going. And, before anyone yells at me for it, I know that the main character is normally a human, but I didn't want to do that, so if that keeps you from enjoying the story, then too bad. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, as I can't wait to get going on this idea, as it is awesome, in my opinion. Till next time, I'm HillianLink, and I approve this message.