Prologue
Tony Kailm was always different, even since birth. He was born and expected to be different, for his whole family was. They never got their first Pokemon from a lab, always trusted with a single Pokeball to somehow catch a Pokemon. Half of the time they didn't even catch anything.
Growing up in an area almost nobody knew about in Hoen was tough. The only contact from anywhere that wasn't their little town was from the occasional Pokemart supplies that came in. Only 50 Pokeballs, 30 repels and 20 potions came a year.
Tony grew up with no father. His father got lost one day and never came back. He was also extremely timid. When he was young, he was literally afraid of his own shadow.
When he was old enough, (around 10) he was sent out with his Pokeball to catch a Pokemon. He looked for hours, but seemed to have problems with every single Pokemon he came in contact with.
The Beedrills were too large.
The Caterpies were too scary.
After hours of searching..... he got lost in a forest.....
"Where am I?" pondered Tony, wandering around.
Suddenly, a red floating light goes by.
"What was that?" he whimpered.
"Dus.... dus...." moaned a ghostly voice.
"I gotta get out of here" yelled Tony, beginning to run.
After a long time of running, he began to run out of breath.
"Is it gone?" he wondered, now panting.
At this time, the red light started floating around again.
"Leave me alone!" yelled Tony, throwing the only thing he could grab out of his bag.
All of a sudden, where he threw the thing at creature, there was a red flash off light, followed by strange noises, ending in a little flicker of light. At this point, Tony fainted because of exhaustion and shock.
The next morning, Tony woke up very, very confused. He then noticed his Pokeball on the ground and realizes that he threw it at the creature. He reaches for the ball, presses the white button, the Pokeball made more noises, another flash of red light, and to his surprise, a Pokemon came out.
"Get away from me!" he yelled at the confused Duskull.
The Duskull got closer and circled around Tony, as if inspecting him.
"Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me." Tony chanted, wondering what was going to happen.
After that, he realized he could put Duskull in a Pokeball, yet somehow he felt it was wrong. He knew that nobody wanted to be confined in anything. He decided to leave his Pokemon out, just this one time.
After wondering around the forest for hours, he found a small dock, that only had one way to go: Sinnoh.
Soon enough, he got used to having Duskull around, even though Duskull thought it was fun to terrorize him.
Once he was 13, he had many adventures, but this story has nothing whatsoever to do with those adventures.
This story takes place while he's 15.....
A/N: well, hope you enjoy it, its my first fanfic, please R&R.