I don't own Pokemon, nor do I dream of such. Besides, why the hell would I want slaves? Keh, not my style. Either way, Pokemon is owned by Nintendo/Game Freak, and my name is neither.
Prologue
Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I thought, looking down at the penchant in my hands, a yinyang symbol my parents had given me my 10th birthday, ten days ago. Why did they have to get killed? Why me? Realizing there was no point in sulking over my parents, who had gotten killed earlier because of a rocket raid (those idiots never left us alone), I started to move towards the town that was nearby, known to myself only as Pridetown, for the fact that the only time I went there, some prideful knucklehead called Gary was heading out on a journey, whooping worse'n a whippoorwill flock during mating season. On the way, I caught a flash of white behind some bushes, and heard a pair of thuds and some crunching, as well as some yowling. Deciding to look at what happened, I saw what looked like a bat of about a three-foot height, as well as a white (and somewhat charming) roach measuring around five feet, nearly a foot less than myself. My mind clicked into overdrive, however, as one of them coughed up blood, covering them both in red. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly grabbed them and ran, hoping to reach the town in time to save them.
Upon arrival, I fortunately crashed out the brush by the lab, and busted down the door in a frenzy to get to the chambers that was told were able to heal lethal injuries. After I got both creatures hooked up and the machines activated by some miracle, the professor and some officers rushed in, in time to see me collapse onto the ground. Guess I made a mess of everything…