PROLOGUE- Chapter 1
Beginning Of A Champion!
Hey guys, I SuperSaber but you can call me Saber. As you will see when you read this that i'm kinda new and of course AWFUL, please leave some criticism, constructive I prefer but as long as you read or review about the story, you have my permission to totally bash me out. Anyway I hope I can make this story successful for I have a good feeling about it. One more thing, I intend to use some strong language in later chapters as in the next chapter or third, feel free to comment about that and of course disclaimer: I as the author of this would like to say that anything I write is not mine except for Oliver and his mom and many other OC characters from now and throughout this story! Also later on there may be some sexual suggestions in this story... So without further ado I give you POKEMON GOLD: THE GOLDEN TRAINER!
"Now you have to understand, just because your mothers sick, doesn't mean you have the right to just do anything you want." said the rather short police officer. "Dont let me see you stealing again kid or I will file a report and have you arrested"
I looked up, avoiding any eye contact with him, the wooden chair i sat on was quite uncomfortable so i found myself shifting side to side trying to settle in but alas, all i succeeded in doing was making myself look like a total idiot. I looked up to the policeman and said:"If you think you can scare me then you are sadly mistaken"
"Scare you! We are past scaring you, way past scaring you, you know that this could kill your mother if she found out you were stealing again"
I looked down again, but not out of shame, instead out of anger, who does he think he is telling me my mothers fate.
"Eat shit" was all I said from that point and then i forever kept my silence as he started fuming on about jail and stuff, i really wasn't paying attention. Eventually he let me go but apparently now i have a final warning, pssht, see if i care! I strolled along the streets past the rich neighbourhood, into town and a long walk to the poorer side of New Bark Town, where I lived, when I entered my mother was drinking her hot coffee, i was amazed to see an alchohol addiction replaced by caffeine, i remember her rehabilitation period, those dimwits didn't do anything but swap one obsession for another. My mother looked up and saw me enter our broken door, I remember that day when people broke into our home, they were thieves, unfortunately it was broad daylight and we don't have a lot of mobile luxuries. I noticed my mother looked away from her coffe and focused on me, it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out she wasn't happy.
"I got off the phone with Officer Heartman a few minutes before you came her-"
"Mom i can explain, its just-"
"Its just what, its just stealing, a pokegear of $350, and then you dropped it in water, what were you thinking, I hear the owner won't press charges if he is payed back the worth of his gear"
"But we need the money ma, you're sick"
"Well it appears we'll be losing money, Jesus! Oliver, thats almost everything we have!"
"I'm sorry mom..." I mumbled.
"Oliver Goldson you will speak up to me young man"
"IM SORRY MOM!" I shouted.
Imagine what your doing to the Goldson name, your fathers name.
"My fathers dead"
"He went missing, it doesnt mean he is dead"
"So what, that bastards hiding? face facts, his dead"
"Oliver!"
"I bet he"s lying in a ditch somewhere"
"Shut up"
"My father huh, I never had a father, only a weak ass coward with no balls"
That did it, she had taken enough, whenever we spoke of his father they would argue but this was unacceptable to my mother so out of pure impulse, she slapped me, granted at the time I deserved it but it didn't look like she felt that way. It stung like hell, she definately didn't like any of my comments.
"I..I..I'm sorry honey, are you oka-"
"Leave me the hell alone!" I said as I ran out, in to the streets. I saw all the looks and stares I got from people as a fourteen year old boy ran out crying but they didn't understand how it felt, my mother never hit me, even when she was drunk all the time, not one slap or hiding for this kid. I sat down contemplating on my mothers illness and the money I needed to aqcuire for her surgery, but we were down nd broke, not to mention I, in one day lost almost all the savings we had, my face which was dry started to tear up again and once again the looks came. After more or less an hour a tall, nerdy like man glasses, a blue button shirt and a lab coat came over to me. Sitting there I simply asked:
"What do you want?"
"Why hello to you too Oliver" I said in a cheerful manner but still Olviver was +-.
"You know your mother didnt mean it"
"Then whyd she do it"
"You have to understand that you were out of line too, how could you speak like that about your missing father to your dying mother"
He looked down, I could tell he wanted to cry.
"Look I didnt come here to start anything, I want you to do an errand for me, Ill pay well if it is done, heck I might pay off that pokegear cost"
Oliver looked up at what I said, I could tell he wasn't a bad kid but... I looked around the neighbourhood to see some very, dangerous figures like one of the guys with the knife sticking out of his pocket. This wasn't the kind of place where good kids lived, hell I was scared out of my mind.
"What kind of errand" asked the fourteen year old.
"Come to my lab and we can talk" I said desperate to leave.
As we walked in I saw books stacked up in shelves a pile of books and papers on all the desks except one. This one was particularly clean with three balls on it which were red on top and white at the bottom. I recognised these as pokeballs that were used to hold pokemon.
"Professor Elm! You need to take better care of stuff here" I said still marveling at the papers that lied everywhere.
"Oh I know but i'm too busy to be a maid"
"So Elm, what errand do you need me for?"
"Oh come here and I will tell you" he said adjusting his glasses.
He led me the table with the pokeballs and began speaking.
"Oliver, the errand I need you to do for me is to go to a man named Mr. Pokemon. He informd me that he had a pokemon egg, knowing Mr. Pokemon, he could be on to something here so i need you to go retrieve the egg from him"
"What and be a delivery boy, no way!" But then I remembered why i came in the first place and uttered:
"Fine, but the pokemon out there could tear me limb from limb."
"Thats why i lead us to this table, Oliver, its time you got your very own pokemon"
"My own wha..." I said in complete surprise.
"Yes, I though maybe a little responsibility in your life could do some good, and a pokemon was just the right fit for the task, with this I hope you can stay off the streets and defend you and your mother from the thus there where you live."
"Prof Elm I cant thank you enough!"
"Well before we get too hasty let me introduce them to you."
He proceded to pick up one of the pokeballs and exclaimed:
"Cyndaquil, come on out!"
A red ray of light shot out of the pokeball and took the form of a lithe black and white coloured mouse like pokemon with flames emitting from its back.
"Quil...quil..." it said.
Next up is Totodile" Said the professor as he took the ball in the middle and once again a red light shot out and took form, except that the light formed a blue crocodile like pokemon with big claws and big teeth.
"Dile!" it exclaimed.
And last but not least, Chikorita!" said the professor as he released the third and final pokemon that was on his table, the red beam took the form of a green pokemon with a leaf sticking out of its head and small leaves sticking out of its neck.
"Ita, ita... ita" it said.
""Wooah such cool pokemon"
"Yes they are, it takes a while for a decision like this to be made, remember ths is your pokemon for life!"
I nodded as I walked to each one of them, I started with Cyndaquil who slapped me with its tail and proceded to tackle me to the ground, I got up very fast and stared it down.
"Feisty pokemon aint cha"
"Cyndaquil down!" as Prof Elm retrieved its pokeball and a red light absorbed it.
"Sorry that Cyndaquil has always fought with trainers, it doesnt like them for some odd reason"
"Well, I cant force it to like me" I said as I moved to the Totodile, it put on a big grin and saluted me, i thought it was odd, which made it a little funny as i chuckled. I moved on to Chikorita, nothing about it caught my eye, especially the fact that it looked like it was for a girl but i knew better than to judge on looks. I knew that little green pokemon could do a lot more damage than it was letting on, finally deciding which pokemon I was going to choose I moved back to where the Cyndaquil was and held its pokeball, I clicked the white button which was in between the red and white pokeball and happily shouted:" CYNDAQUIL, I CHOOSE YOU!" as I released the pokemon, the mouse didnt look to happy to see it had just become my new pokemon. I attempted to bond with it by introducing myself but that didnt work, it hit me with its tail again. I asked it why it didn't like trainers or me, but the tail made contact with my head, I decided to try later on and put it back into its pokeball.
"Prof thanks for the pokemon, I'm sure he'll come around, how can I thank you?"
"Stay off the streets and give your mother a break, thats all I ask, your mothers dying and you have to accept it"
Once again a man was telling me my mothers fate, I wanted to shout, just swear at him with every word in the book, but I looked at Cyndaquil's pokeball and calmly said:
"Alright, I'll try"
"Ok, well, tomorrow meet me here and I'll give you map to mr pokemons house, oh and take this."
Prof Elm handed Gold something that seemed like a mix of a phone, a tablet and an mp3 player, it was called a pokegear, though this one was really outdated even though its new.
"I loaded my number on there so that you can call me if anything happens"
"Thank you Elm but do you think I can leave for Mr. Pokemon today, I don't wanna go home just yet."
"Uh... I guess but wouldn't you like to get ready, from here it would be nightfall until you reached Mr Pokemons house."
"I really dont care, I just cant go home right now"
Elm sighed and and handed Goldson a map.
"Follow the route I marked in red and you should be fine"
"Thank you, again for everything"
"Yes Gold now go before you reach Mr pokemon when its too dark, you dont know what kind of psycho's are out there" Elm said as he shooed Goldson out. But not before giving him a bag so he could carry food and a potion.
Once out, Goldson noticed a kid with red hair and weird looking eyes seemed to be spying on Elm, what was he doing, I walked over to find out but he ran away when he saw me, I felt like I should have told Elm but I thought it was probably nothing, besides he was just a kid, what could he do? I walked through New Bark Town and i reached the open gates that lead out to a new world. I looked ahead and saw all the trees that would follow my path to Mr. Pokemons house. I looked at the pokeball which carried Cyndaquil and took a nice long deep breath before stepping out and exiting New Bark Town. It was time for me to move out and experience a little bit of the world, even if it wouldn't be for long. It was time for I to go out and see some pokemon for a change, other than the ones owned by the people of New Bark Town. It was time for I, Oliver Goldson to go out and for the first time feel free from this town. I got a good feeling that this is only the beginning of my story!
Done, the very first chapter, yes I made him poor and yes I chose a Cyndaquil like everybody else but come on, the poor thing is kind of original for a pokemon story don't you think and Cyndaquil rocks guys so anyway please R&R[read and review]! Also, if this story does make it to a second chapter I was wondering if there i anyone who would like to work on this story with me, you know, give ideas, write some of it, proof read and check everything is you know, okay with matters of plot, spelling etc., so I basically want a co-author on this, if you feel its good. R&R PLEASE.
Saber Out, Peace!