So before the story begins I just want to let everyone know that I plan to complete this story with as much content as possible… so don't be surprised if the story ends up being very long. I do NOT own the pokemon franchise or any of it's characters, as all rights go to Game Freak. I do however own the OC's. With that out of the way, let the story begin.


In the marshy yet beautiful land known as the Hoenn Region, there was a town called Littleroot. It was a small, yet friendly town with sprawling trees, beautiful houses, and plenty of wild pokemon. It was here that two powerful trainers named Brandon and May began there adventure. This was months ago... and after they left, the town seemed just a bit quieter than usual.

However, there was another boy that would begin his own adventure as a trainer. He had short dark brown hair with brown eyes, was rather large for his age at 5'6, and wore a simple white T-shirt, pokeball necklace and dark blue sweatpants, along with white flip flops. His name was Logan, and he didn't have the most friendly of backgrounds if one were to look.

But that wasn't the issue... The issue was that he was late to Professor Birch's lab, and was jogging to make time. He recently turned 10 years old and was excited to be able to leave the relative safety of his home to obtain his first pokemon.

As Logan was jogging to Professor Birch's lab... he began to wonder what starter he would be obtaining, but in the end he didn't really care as long he got to obtain one for himself. He did however have a belief against using a pokeball to hold such powerful creatures, even if they were able to destroy entire city blocks. Sure they might be dangerous, but it won't help if they are locked up with no one to help guide them towards stability.

Upon heading over to Professor Birch's lab, he opened the front doors to find the place kinda quiet... Everyone must've already left. Disappointed to find that he was too late to the party, he nonetheless decided to look for the Professor. He only had to take several steps before finding him at his terminal. He looked distracted as he typed away before Logan made his presence known...

"HIYA BIRCH-"

"AAH! Arceus Bless me, Logan don't sneak up on me like that, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Birch looked on edge as he looked at Logan... something which the young kid caught on to quickly. He almost instantly realized that something wasn't right, and began asking questions in fear of what was to come...

"W-Why ya so jittery? and W-Where's my pokemon?

The Professor only stood motionless as his face gave off grim silence, which pretty much told Logan he wasn't in a good situation.

"Professor?"

"Your too late Logan... the're all gone."

"W-What are all gone?"

The Professor took a deep breath before giving Logan another stare of defeat. Logan now understood he was talking about the problem he feared most...

"What do ya mean there's no pokemon left?!"

Professor Birch sadly replied "Sorry Logan, it seems that everyone else was too excited to wait… you'll just have to try your luck next time"

"But what about MY future! I need a pokemon for me to become a master! If I can't become a trainer then I won't stand a chance out there in the real world... Professor please!"

"I'm sorry Logan... I really am! But you'll just have to get over it and be awake next time..."

Logan felt anger build up inside himself from all the missed opportunities he thought of, but was too upset to continue his panic induced rant, and walked out the door with his head down. He really wanted to start his adventure but he always seemed to have a bit of a hard time waking up for even the most important of occasions.

He slowly walked back to his house. The summer heat didn't faze him as Hoenn was close to the equator, and he grew up with the heat his whole life. After turning a corner he arrived a his destination. There were some taillow flying about as well as a pikachu in the woods nearby... but he wasn't ready to catch anything without a pokeball, and so he kept walking towards his home. It wasn't a spectacular house but it had two stories… all the more space he got to himself. When he stepped on the concrete porch he proceeded to open the door into the kitchen, which was merged behind the living room. His mom was watching a channel on pokemon in the Kalos Region… she was always into the unusual properties some of the pokemon had there.

"Hi bud, so which pokemon did you choose?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

"I wasn't able to choose, the Professor said that I'll have to try my luck next time… whenever that'll be" Logan muttered, to his mother's concern.

"I'm… sorry to hear that, er, why don't go up to your room and relax. I'll call Professor Birch tomorrow and see when there's another pokemon available…" she said in a rather comforting way.

Logan ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door. His mother feeling sorry that her son went through the same thing she had… bad luck must run in the family.

Logan had a rather large room, so he wasn't completely cramped. His king sized bed was in the corner next to his dresser, which was filled with clothes and video games. His T.V was on the other side of the room, mounted on the wall with a large chair just over 4 feet away, a table sitting next it. He had a medium closet that he mainly used for hiding his many drawings, ranging from military vehicles, to fictional superheroes and drawings of pokemon. It wasn't too clean, but there was no garbage or misused belongings on the floor or under the bed, it was mainly just disorganized. He had many books about different wars and conflicts, he had an interest in that sort of thing.

Logan walked to his bed and proceeded to plop down face first. "Uhhh... why does life have to make it have to be so hard..." he moaned, tearing up and sniffling as he tried to cope with the recent events.

All he ever wanted was a chance to show that underneath his quirky and rather explosive personality he was a kindhearted and caring human being. To show that he was capable of becoming best friends with a pokemon... and in time show how far he was willing to go to protect the ones he loved.

...

That was 3 years ago...

...

Logan was now a much more quiet and spiteful person...

The years of bullying, neglect, self doubt, and the chance of becoming a trainer had slowly seeded themselves into his very mindset. Something that was made all the more apparent and problematic when one were to consider his... mentality...

The Professor also hadn't called back about having more pokemon... granted it wasn't like he would if he would even if he did obtain more pokemon.

He had began to have run-ins with the local police for many various reasons, including vandalism and even carrying a knife into a pokemart. His personality had been warped by the hateful bullying and mental torment he endured since he was a 5 year old kid. It was much more violent... changing from the more happy-go-lucky kind of person into a more dark and hateful human being.

He had gotten into a rather serious brawl with 3 local kids after they trailed him while yelling slander and insults. After he tried to make it clear that he wasn't to be picked on (he sent one running while crying, the other two broke contact after the cops arrived), he was being escorted home in a police cruiser... What was he supposed to do? Stand there and let them pick on him... no way in hell!

Even though he was quickly apprehended he had already known that the officer wasn't driving him to jail. This had happened too many times for him to count, and yet he never once was taken to a juvenile hall or jail... He didn't understand why, but he knew that he was running out of chances. Granted it didn't really faze him though.

The officer in the cruiser began to speak.

"So, When ya gonna start behavin' kid? You know your mom won't be happy to hear 'bout this."

Logan quickly responded, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Why do you care! Its not like you had to pull a gun on me or nothing..."

"Well why should I have to, Huh? You know better than to provoke an officer that far!"

"And you should know better than to ask me a question that has already been proven wrong!"

"I don't think you should be talkin since we had to use a Machamp just to hold ya down on one of your little tantrums kid..."

"Well maybe I should have provoked him instead then!"

"Kid, that Machamp would pummel ya to a bloody pulp!"

"Well maybe that's just the way I fucking want it!"

SKRRRRRRRRRRRRR!-

...

The officer had skidded the car to a halt... something in his face giving Logan the impression he was in for a long talk with the officer.

"What do ya mean by that kid?"

"I mean isn't it obvious! Life has done nothing but make itself difficult for me! It's kinda hard to live when your very existence is looked down on by everyone you hate, know and tolerate! I didn't ask to be born with a few screws permanently missing in my head, so why is it that whenever I'm around people, they treat me like I'm nothing but a pile of Growlithe shit with no sense of emotion!"

The officer only stared... his eyes seemed to show some understanding, but for the most part he looked like he was listening in one ear and out the other... at least that's what Logan thought.

"Lemme tell ya something kid... I remember when you'd walk to the pokemon center and play with the pokemon as if they were the only friends you've ever had. Do you even know how much of a good thing ya did for us then... do ya?"

Logan let out a quiet "Eh?" in response.

"I remember how each trainer would waltz on in there and pick up there pokemon... only to find out there pokemon wasn't just feeling better, but also feeling more energetic and battle ready than before they even needed to make a visit. Do you know why that is?"

Logan slowly lowered his head... tears forming around his eyes.

"C-Cus... I... I..."

"It was because no matter how much those pokemon were hurt YOU never left there side! I remember seeing YOU tending to each one as if they were your own... Even Nurse Joy took notice of your kind heart! Hell, she even had some well known trainers ask her why their pokemon was so upbeat, and everytime someone asked, She pointed at YOU kid. She always told them it was you, and many even commented on your gift to bond with pokemon, more so than you might be thinkin'!"

Logan saw how the officer was looking at him with shameful empathy and was becoming even more upset, tears now falling down his face.

"Sh-Shut up... I d-don't... wanna... talk about this..."

"Why? Because you realize how far you've fallen from being a good, kind-hearted kid? Ever since that little stint with the Professor you've changed for the worse... But I know that deep down you're just hurtin... hurtin to find someone who understands you... hurtin to-

"When... I said s-stop... that meant... you were supposed... TO STOP!"

The officer gave Logan another look, logan know sobbing from dark emotions overwhelming him.

"Look... kid, I understand you're looking for a reason to change, but keep looking a bit longer and I KNOW that you'll change... for the better."

The officer started the cruiser, it's engines humming to life before he began to drive again.

They were approaching Logan's home which made him feel even more depressed, considering his mother wasn't going to put off the notion that her son tried to beat up 3 other kids.

Upon entering his home with the officer behind him... his mother ran down the stairs and yelled.

"Dammit Logan! When are you gonna learn to stop picking fights you can't win!"

"Mam... before you get mad at your son, please understand that he was just defending himself, and while he did become a bit excessive during the whole ordeal he shouldn't have to worry bout them kids anymore..."

Logan stayed silent...

"Logan... go to your room, I'll talk with you once I've listened to his story.

...

Logan did as his mother told him, silently walking to his room and opening the door... only to slam it once he was inside. His mother sighing at his apparent frustration.

He proceeded to flop onto his bed and pull the covers over his head... his floor-mounted fan blowing into his face as he began to fall into a depressed yet peaceful slumber... the day having taken its toll on him.

(6 HOURS LATER)

A loud high pitched scream filled his ears, waking him up with a sudden jolt.

"What the hell?"

It was coming from the woods outside his house. They sounded like a young girl, but with strange echo he couldn't quite understand. He quickly became afraid as he learned from horror movies and common sense to never follow creepy voices into seemingly lifeless places. But after hearing it a second time he proceeded to climb out of his bed and run down the stairs before walking into the living room. Grabbing his Mom's lighter off the counter before leaving the house. Once he opened the front door to his house he slowly stepped outside.

"Arceus give me strength... please don't let me die tonight."

He began his trek into the dark forest, his surroundings growing darker and denser as he moved into uncharted territory... Why the hell he was doing this was beyond him. He heard the scream again, this one sounding more blood curdling than the last! He stopped and proceeded to pull out the chrome lighter.

*FLICK* *FLICK* *FWOOSH*, The lighter came to life, it's little flame giving off enough light to see in the dark forest. He turned around to see how far he was from his house, and guessed that he was about, 400 feet in? He didn't count, and probably should've of. He heard the screaming again... this time it was in close proximity as he began to yell out to the mysterious girl who's screams he heard.

"WHO'S THERE?" Logan proceeded to move deeper into the forest, his legs visibly shaking along with his breath.

"COME ON OUT!"

"I'M NOT GONNA HURT YA! JUST COME OUT HERE AND I'LL HELP YA GET OU-"

He stopped dead in his tracks upon entering a clearing. He saw some creature he assumed to be a pokemon lying on the ground... it was surrounded by a pack of Mightyena.

"HEY! GET OUTTA HERE" Logan yelled while waving his dinky little lighter in the air, threatening to burn anyone who got too close.

The mightyena pack stayed and growled there teeth at him... he was in for a massive fight.

One of the dark type wolfs became bold and rushed at him, teeth showing and eyes glowing! Logan panicked and in a moment of pure reflexes and adrenaline... kicked the attacker in the side right as it pounced... causing it to drop to the ground and run away. Another one tried to bite him but he dodged it out of fear before dropping the lighter. It caught some leaves on fire which caused the rest of the pack to flee... He was already quickly stomping out the fire in a panic before grabbing his sweaty shirt and laying it over the embers, putting out the fire for good.

*Deep breath* "My life is almost definitely running on dumb luck right now..."

After his little comment he turned and quickly ran over to the creature before gently picked it up... gasping hard after realizing what he was holding in his arms; It was a kirlia... a blue one at that! Most trainers only dreamed of catching such a rare creature. He then however realized it wasn't the time to daydream, and began running back to his house to make sure it's injuries were not serious.

Logan ran as fast as he could to his house, jumping over logs, stones, trees, and spikes as he appeared at the front yard of his house. He left the door open to make sure that if he was in danger while in the woods he wouldn't get closed off from his main escape plan... which was the door itself. He proceeded to quietly yet quickly close the door with his foot as he carried the kirlia bridal style. He ran over to the living room couch and gently laid the unconscious kirlia down before quickly grabbing the medical kit from the bathroom cabinet. Upon its retrieval he ran over to the kirlia...

"Wait... Oh Fuck me..."

There was a lot of blood that appeared on the inner thighs of the kirlia... And if he was correct, that would mean he-

"Ooooh crap... do I really gotta check there?" He said with hesitance...

After regaining his composure he decided that it was for the greater good, and slowly lifted the skirt in hopes that he wouldn't be greeted by a grotesque display of mutilated flesh...

He sighed in relief as he didn't see anything relating to injuries there. But what he did see was a slit...

Huh, so it's a girl then...

He checked over her injuries before spraying a super potion on her more serious wounds, after which he proceeded to wrap bandages around her smaller cuts before checking for any signs of a pulse, which he was happy to realize wasn't gone.

"Oh damn… what a night" he thought, rather impressed by his handy skills… but this was short lived when a feeling of sadness washed over him.

"I hope she recovers, i'd hate to see such a cute little thing die this way…" he said quietly to himself, a solemn expression across his face. He had intended to call her cute as in adorable... not attractive.

"I better take her up stairs to lay her down" he thought, before gently picking her up and taking her upstairs. She wasn't a ralts so she couldn't be held like a baby, but rather like she was while being carried from the woods... bridal style. It made Logan feel weird as in his mind he thought they looked like a couple... thank god that wasn't the case.

He then also realized something else out of place tonight… why didn't his mom wake up? She's a light sleeper so she would've heard that scream as well… huh, weird.

Logan went into his room and laid her down on his bed before grabbing his chair and quietly pushing it towards the wall where he could keep an eye on her as she slept. He thought of how she was going to react once she woke up. Would she try to run away or Arceus forbid attack him as a perceived threat? He pushed these worrisome thoughts aside before gently picking her up again and placing her on his chair, which he cushioned with an extra blanket and pillow. He then grabbed his only remaining blanket and covered her up to her neck, before sitting on his bed and sighing.

Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a day… he thought with a mix of amusement and concern before dozing off on his bed.