A/N:My first Pokemon fan fiction. So,like don't hate on me.
A warm twilight dimly lit the miniature town of Newlife,with it's five families , one prosperous general store and a single aging and decrepit laboratory,inhabited by the towns genius,Professor Cypress.
Outside of one of the five wood paneled housing,stood a boy with a small plastic ball. This boy was clothed in a Areopostle shirt with a picture of a black cruise liner dashing through a line of white water. He had on a pair of blue jeans and white Sketchers. He curled his arm back and tossed the ball foreword. It landed with a clunk on the lushes green grass that his father spent hours a day tending to.
After a few seconds,it let out a click.
"Bom Bom Be Bom! Pokemon go!" It screamed in a loud,electronic voice.
The boy smiled. It was a warm grin that seemed to light the darkening world around him.
"Soon i won't need these toys anymore.." He whispered. The words didn't make it past his head. Words no one would here but him.
He sprinted over to grab the ball off he ground and lifted up it's small form. That's when he heard a loud scream.
"Fine Mom! Please! Leave me alone!" screamed the voice. The boy sighed. It was Rosoro. He saw Rosoro, run from the back of his house,which faced the front of theres.
Rosoro was small a small boy with abrupt,blond hair. He ran out into the front of the wooden panelled large house.
"Shane!" Rosoro screamed in whiney,high voice. Shane sighed quitely. This seen had played out,oh who knew how many times. Rosoro marched across his messy grass turf and across the narrow street, with it's cracked pavement.
Rosoro stopped in front of Shane. He was red and flustered.
"Guess what?" Rosoro said. Shane took a small step back and cursed when he remembered the argument he had put up with parents to stay home while they went to see Wicked.
"What?" Shane said tentatively.
Rosoro speedily landed a solid punch to Shane in the face. Shane staggered backwards. His arms flew behind him. Rosoro launched himself at Shane again. His small open palmed hands buried themselves into the fabric of Shane's shirt as he landed roughly on the green turf. He felt a sharp jolt in the center of his back. He would be bruised.
He raised his hands just in time to block Rosaro's next punch. Shane nimbly rolled to the right and jumped to his feet. Rosoro spun around.
He had a feverish look in his eyes and that's when Shane knew Rosoro had tipped over the edge of sanity into the pits of the insane.
He launched himself again at Shane who jumped to the right,but he was taken by the a wild right hook. One of his front teeth went flying from his mouth. THe oozing taste of blood filled his mouth.
Then,it was all a blur. Pain,anger, cuts and bruises and movement slurred into a continuous cycle of warfare.
Then,focus returned. Infront of him was a small Pokemon,about the size of a toddler. It stood on two feet,which were tiny . His hands had four fingers and it had a small chest. The head was the shape of a blimp with two crests running down the back of it. It was midnight black with a white oval shaped formation on it's chest,which was corrupted by lines of black that ran across. It had a massive had a pokemon
Oh,joy.
A/n What is that pokemon? I'll give you a hint. It's a grass starter. An actual one,only with different coloration. Ignore Grammar.