So, I've decided to do a Pokemon reborn story, since these have been becoming pretty popular in the fandom. I've enjoyed reading numerous reborn fics, and I thought I'd take a shot at it. Well, I did take a shot at this before, but…well, let's just say I deleted it for good reason… -coughitsuckedcough-

So, hopefully, this story will not suffer the same fate as my last reborn story. So, on that note, read on! I dare you. I triple dog dare you.

My name's Ben Hudson. I know it's kind of cheesy or generic or whatever to start out a story with "My name's blah blah blah". Well, I don't really care whether I'm original or not. After I'm done telling this whole story (which is going to be long, by the way), I think most will realize that it's pretty damn original because I know none of this happened to you, or anyone you knew.

Because I know you never died. I know you weren't reborn as a Pokemon. I know you didn't get chased by an evil organization. I know you were never caught between a battle between two pissed off legendaries. Well, there were more than two, but that's a little ways away from the beginning.

See, now I have your attention.

So, I might as well start from the beginning instead of telling you what I know you didn't do.

It was cold. Really fucking cold.

The region of Sinnoh had a really cold climate, which made me hate the damn place. I know most people grow attached to the climate of their home town or region, but not me. I had planned to hop on a plane for Hoenn when I was eighteen, where the sun always shined and Winter was just a forgotten memory. That'd be sweet.

But back then, on that freezing day, I was only a fifteen year old with no money for a plane ticket. I still curse my parents for not giving me a larger allowance.

I tugged my stupid scarf tighter around my neck, trying with all my might to warm myself. Seriously, Sinnoh sucks. If you ever think about moving here, or visiting here, don't. Not unless you have either a million pounds of sweaters or a working flamethrower. But all I had was a thin scarf that didn't do shit, a stupid baggy jacket with a broken zipper, blue jeans and black boots that didn't help protect my feet due to the holes in the bottom of them.

I angrily walked down the street, pissed at my stupid school assignment. "Research the elements from the periodic table and graph out their properties," the science teacher had told the class. I will never understand how that crap's useful, but I digress.

I wouldn't be very pissed, but I had to go to the library. I live in Twinleaf town, a small town with big dreamers who never amount to much other than some morons who run around and catching animals in balls. Truly a worth while occupation. I never had any interest in Pokemon battling, sure it was fun to watch, but the thought of being a trainer just irked me. Why should I run around a region, steal creatures out of their habitats and for what? A couple bucks from a guy who thinks it was smart not to evolve his Metapod until level twenty? No way, screw that.

Anyways, Twinleaf is microscopic. Honestly, you have three blocks of houses, a grocery store and a small schoolhouse. Basically, since Twinleaf doesn't have a library, you have three choices to get books: get them off of eBay, go to the mini library in the schoolhouse or drag your ass to the next town, Sandgem. Now, it takes about two hours to get to Sandgem. It's faster if you have a bike, and even faster if you got a car. Here's the thing, the paths are icy as hell so you can't use a bike. And in a small town like Twinleaf, nobody needs a car, much less could the townspeople find a damn car.

eBay was off limits since, as I said, I have no money, and neither do my parents. We're a pretty broke family, what with my dad being paralyzed from the waist down and my mom not having any luck with finding a job. The mini library in the schoolhouse was out as all the books had been checked out. Since Twinleaf only had one schoolhouse, every child in the town went there, causing it to be crowded everyday, so there were always kids who had gotten to the books first.

So now I had to drag my ass like the poor sap I was all the way to Sandgem. I was pretty close to it anyways, but after walking two hours in the cold, I just felt like falling face first into the snow and letting the cold winds and the falling snow to just cover and hide me away, kill me so I could just leave this fucking frozen Winter Wonderland.

I was obviously just being mopey and didn't mean that I wanted to get killed…but nonetheless, I still got my wish. More on that in a few minutes, so keep your pants on. We'll get there.

I finally saw the sign declaring "Welcome to Sandgem Town!", and I couldn't be any happier. Finally, I'm done with this freezing cold crap. I couldn't wait until I ran into the heated library.

I made my way through town, not very confused as I had been here before with my mom when she had been job hunting. It was fairly easy to navigate through the town, and the library finally came into view. A medium sized red brick building with the words "Sandgem Public Library" on a giant plaque above the doors. I raced towards the library, thanking the legendaries that I had finally arrived.

I practically tore through the doors, sighing happily as warm air rushed around my body, and suddenly everything felt better. Who cared if my family was broke? I was warm. Who cared if I'd probably be stuck forever in that goddamned town Twinleaf? I was warm. Who cared if annoying teen boys with voices that rape your ear drums became famous and sang about love even though they're too young to eve comprehend the true meaning of that emotion? I was warm. Really warm. And it felt glorious.

I sauntered (don't you just love using big words when you don't need to? I don't know, maybe it's just me) through the bookshelves, trying to find some book on science. I wished my computer wasn't being an asshole lately. I could just do all this on my laptop in the comfort of my own home, but no, it has to be so slow that it takes up to an hour and a half to load the page. Of course. Screw you, Comcast.

I pulled out some sciences books I had found after a little bit, and was happy when I had found three books all about elements and the periodic table. I don't understand how someone could bare having to write an entire book about science. The very thought just scares me to death. Scares me to death. Heh. That was unintentional foreshadowing.

Then, that voice popped up.

Now I know after reading that sentence, you're just dying to know who that voice belongs to and why it sounds like I would dislike that voice. But you know what? I need to build up suspense, so let me tell you something about the old me, because it ties into the person that the voice belonged to.

The old me, before I changed (we'll see how I changed later on), was sort of a bully. In fact, sometimes, I was a downright asshole. It's not like I was to everyone. I had a large group of friends and was pretty popular in Twinleaf, as if that's saying something. But I did bully some kids that had been classified as nerds or outcasts. I verbally destroyed them, and when I was really angry, I beat the shit out of them.

I know that sounds wrong and terrible and a bunch of you are going "You're a douche, dude", and I couldn't agree more. I was a douche. I'm not going to complain how my life was hard or whatever, but as far as lives go, mine did sort of suck. Because of this, I mostly took out my frustrations on the weaker and more unpopular kids, as a way of venting my stress. I had plenty of friends, but I was never really close to someone (well, one person, but she'll appear later), as in, there was no one I could come to if I were sad or just down or something. Friends, but not close friends. Then, there was the fact that I felt trapped in Twinleaf, a small town everyone overlooks. People from Twinleaf rarely get far, as I've stated before, and I feared that that would be my fate as well, not getting far in life. I hated that, that feeling that you won't amount to anything. It makes me feel like shit. Finally, my parents. You look at them, and you want to laugh a little. Laugh at their attempts to look happy, because no one in my family is happy. I wasn't all that happy, due to the facts I've just stated. My mother wasn't happy, she had to work so hard to try and keep up with the bills, all the while looking after a kid and a paralyzed husband, also while constantly looking for a decent paying job. My dad was the most unhappy of us all, as losing your legs takes a lot out of you. Also, the fact that he couldn't work in a proper job due to this handicap meant that he knew he was the reason mom had to work extra hard to support the family. All that information had turned the guy into just a sad looking pale man without a soul stuck in a wheelchair.

Damn it, am I sounding emo? I'm not trying to sound like it, so sorry if I do.

So, now that we've established that I'm the freaking master of suspense (you know I am, don't lie) I think it's time I told you who the hell the voice belongs to.

The kid's name is Jack Valentine, and how does he relate to my life story? Well, he was one of the kids I bullied, a lot. For some reason, out of all the kids I had shoved, yelled at or punched he was always there. He was my victim the most out of all the kids in the town. It wasn't surprising though. Out of all the Twinleaf residents, Jack was one of the smallest, scrawniest, nerdy kids in the damn town. He always had his shirts tucked into his pants, always wore polo shirts or even suits. Either his mother dressed him, or it was his own choice. I still sincerely hope it was his mother, since if it was the latter, I'd have probably made his life even more hellish. His hair was always combed so neatly to the side in that little goody two shoes way that made you want to punch him in the face. He had blue eyes, a soft face and this smile that alerted you this kid was a total and utter nerd.

Oh, sorry, forgot about him saying something.

"So, you can read?"

Did I mention Jack is a smug bitch that even though he knows I could beat him, still retaliates?

I looked up and grimaced. "How long did it take you to come up with that one?"

"How long did it take you to learn to read? 'M guessing fifteen years or so."

"Fucking brilliant, your humor astounds me. Please, go on with your oh so wonderful commentary on how you think I can't read," I said dryly, turning to take a seat at a table.

Jack took a seat right across from me, as if saying 'Go ahead, beat me. I don't care what you do or say anymore'. "Oh, you don't like my sense of humor? I'm crushed."

"Oh no, I've hurt your feelings. Woe is me."

"Don't feel too bad about it buddy," he said with a smirk.

"Could you please fuck off?"

"Sounds like you don't want me here talking."

"Duh."

"I think I'll stay right here. Annoying you is fun," he declared with an evil glint in his eye.

I groaned softly so as not to disturb the other people in the library, then shot Jack my "I'm so kicking your ass when we're not in public" look. Obviously, it had no affect.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it, Ben?"

"Your mother's a bitch."

"A 'Your Mom' joke, how clever. All the wit and sophistication of a spoon."

At this point, I was close to leaping over the table and strangling the scrawny bastard, witnesses be damned, but chose not to. It'd be stupid to go to jail just for some ass hat like Jack. So I tried to tune him out, because I knew moving to another table would just cause him to move back over with me. I opened the book and began to read about the element Krypton. Of course, not the cool Superman's planet Krypton, the lame element no on cares about Krypton.

Jack continued bugging me, which finally earned him some kicks to the shin, which barely phased the puny little bitch. Of course. So he continued to distract me from my studying. I needed to find a way to shut him up. I thought, and thought, and thought some more. If you couldn't tell, there was thinking involved…

Just wanted to make that clear.

So, I finally came up with the best conclusion (to me) I could come up with: steal his shit.

I had noticed he had a backpack placed neatly on the table. Perfect. With a deft and quick move, I had grabbed his backpack, pulled it towards me, ran out towards the exit and made the biggest mistake of my life. I could hear him running behind me, shouting after me. It was odd, he sounded as if he was going to cry.

Dude, it's just a backpack, I had thought.

If only I knew what the backpack contained.

As I finally got outside into the bitter cold, I raised my arm back and chucked the backpack into the street, where an oncoming car would surely run over it, then mess up all of his papers. That would show him not to fuck with me. A nice little message from yours truly. It's the perfect tactic to shut someone up, harass them. Worked for me most of the time.

Then, Jack screamed out the one phrase that made me regret everything.

"No! My Pokemon egg!" Jack had screamed, sounding as though he'd start to cry any second.

I looked at the backpack in the street. Sure enough, a glowing egg stuck out of the back pocket of the backpack. When a Pokemon egg glows, it means it'll hatch in a couple days or so. Now, as much of a jackass as I was, I couldn't kill someone's future pet, or Pokemon partner or whatever. Telling someone to fuck off, beating someone, that's one thing. Killing someone's Pokemon is something I could never do without feeling guilty as hell afterwards.

A blue car was driving down the road, oblivious to the backpack and the egg.

I did what any impatient fifteen year old male would do: I tried to be the hero. Yes, I could of signaled the car to stop, or grabbed the backpack and run away with it, but nope. Didn't think this through.

I lunged out into the street, jumping in front of the oncoming car. I grabbed the backpack and pushed the egg further inside, so the backpack would cushion it as I threw it back to Jack. I watched as he caught the backpack.

And I smiled. I smiled at the fact I had saved a Pokemon's premature life. It made me feel better, to ignore all of life's problems. I know, sounds corny and shit, but it really did.

But, of course, a couple hundred pounds of speeding blue metal had to go and fuck it all up.

So! That was chapter one! Did you enjoy it? Are the OCs good? Is the storytelling fabulous? XD

If you didn't notice, I tried to make it sound like a person actually telling a story, not just someone writing a person telling the story. You know what I mean? Like I wanted it to sound as though it'd be from someone's memory, like a story they'd tell around a campfire about their past. -sigh- Never mind, I know it makes no sense .

So, please review! Any guesses as to what Pokemon Ben will become? I'll give you a hint: The Pokemon's name starts with a "P". That's all I'm giving out to you guys. BYE!