Chapter 1
"Let me go!" Chris yelled as he pulled against the force holding him in place. The backpack he was carrying now served as a harness that kept him from entering Route 1. "I have a journey to go on!"
"You're not going anywhere," Professor Oak said, maintaining his firm grip on Chris. "You still have three travelling companions you're waiting for."
Chris persisted, however, now attempting to yank away using quick bursts of speed. "I don't care! I need to go now! I don't need anyone to come with me!" He now took off his backpack and started trying to pull it out of the Professor's hand.
The Professor didn't budge an inch, and his face showed no signs of strain as he held the backpack in place. "They should be here any second now. If you'd be a bit more patient, I wouldn't have to hold you here like some kind of child." The Professor would have continued, but the flapping of wings interrupted his train of thought. Looking up, he could see a massive Pidgeot heading straight for them from the west. Realizing what was going on, he checked to the north and south, seeing a Pidgeot in each of those directions as well. "Well, it seems your 'patience' has paid off," the Professor quirked as he let go of the backpack, sending Chris tumbling to the ground.
Chris angrily stood to his feet and thought about bolting, but didn't. Instead, he watched the majestic creatures land nearby and get recalled to their Poké Balls by Oak, completely unaware of the three people who climbed down from atop them.
"I trust the Pokémon Centers in your region received your starters with no problems?" the Professor asked.
The taller boy nodded, holding up a Poké Ball. "Got it right here," he said. The boy and the girl next to him each nodded as well.
"Good, good," Oak mused as he looked out towards Route 1 and Chris. "That impatient, brash, impulsive and hyperactive young man over there is Chris, your travelling companion. Chris, this is David, a Pokémon Breeder and Coordinator in training." The taller boy who spoke earlier nodded and gave a small wave as Professor Oak continued. "This is Rachel, an aspiring Pokéthlete." The red-haired girl nodded with a small smile. Chris couldn't help but think she was cute. "Finally, this is Roger, an aspiring Trainer like yourself." Roger didn't even acknowledge Chris, but simply stared at the Poké Ball he now held. "Now that you've had your introductions, you're free to…" The Professor got no chance to finish as Chris bolted out towards Route 1. "…start your journey," he finished, sounding exasperated.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," David commented, watching the boy take off.
Chris finally made it onto Route 1. Adventures awaited him! Pokémon were just waiting to be caught! He finally had the freedom to-- He stepped on something soft. A loud squawk was heard, and when he backed off, he realized he'd angered a Spearow. "Whoa, sorry little Buddy. I was just…" There was no time given to explain as a flock of Spearow suddenly materialized from the grass, making a beeline straight for him. Chris did what any respectable Trainer would do; send out a brand new, never before trained Pokémon, and try to make it fight a horde of enemies without any knowledge of what attacks it could or could not use.