Summary:

Weston (West) is a timid but ingenious trainer. He left his home at 15 after getting in a big fight with his parents, who are not very proud of him with anything he does, but still like him none the less.

One day, sleeping in the woods one night, he wakes up … without any clothing… and to find he was turned into a Pokemon! Specifically a Riolu.

During this "wake up call", Weston realizes that things are not how they seem to be. It seems the food chain of Pokemon is going out of whack, more and more civilized Pokemon have become savage and vicious.

Now Weston has to live through his life as a Pokemon, getting to know his own Pokemon that he tamed and loved, protect the people he knew as a human, along with traveling Shiinon Region to stop the scheme of a truly evil Pokemon and purify the areas that were infected.

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Chapter 1

Beads of sweat rand down West's face. He was in a tight spot; it really could go either way right now. He was down to his last Pokémon and his Joltion was not in the best condition at the moment. Loosing here would mean a long run back to the center. On top of that his opponent was totally made of rock! He was type trumped! But he could still do this.

He ran his fingers through his damp, dark, untamed bed head and it sprung back in place. Just one mistake on the opponent's side and the battle could be his. He pushed his sunglasses off his nose and onto his forehead. Then his opponent made his move.

"Grave, use stone edge!"

The Graveler charged at West's Joltion, using his dense body for momentum. One of its hands seemed to morph into a sharpened stone. West couldn't bear to watch. He closed his eyes, winced, and waited for the sound of the impact…

Through the sound was much different than he expected. It sounded more of a 'thud' instead of a knife type attack. He forced his eyes open and found that his Joltion had sidestepped the attack. Perfect!

"Ace, quickly! While he is stuck, hit his back with Rock Smash!" West shouted.

The Joltion quickly obeyed, not thinking of what could happen if he hesitated. He ran over to the back of the Graveler and struck a mighty blow with its forehead. A large sound could be heard, a mixture of a large 'thud' and numerous cracks. The opposing trainer let out a large cry of defeat.

The Jolteon removed its head from the back of the Gravelers back, revealing a small trickle of blood down the side of Ace's head. It tried to smile a little bit, and dizzily made its way back to its owner, who happily opened his arms and hugged the victor.

"Ace, you did it! Way to go! Here, let me fix you up."

West reached in the small bag attached to his tan colored belt and too out a small spray bottle of medicine. It would not do the whole job, but it would at least ease the pain a little. He looked at Ace again. Besides the head, the rest of his body was pretty well beat up. There were dirt stains all over his fur; some bruises and one of his front paws were damaged. Not to mention his fur, this was a wreck. Well, that's what happens when you mess with a Rock Pokémon of that size.

When the medicine bottle of potion was depleted, he put the bottle back in his bag and returned Ace to his Poke-Ball, and then looked at himself. He was a wreck as well. His cloths needed to be washed. The sweat from his brown bandana around his neck had a faint stench that did not please him, and he could feel the dirt on his red T shirt and Jeans.

Then he remembered. The prize money! He looked up to find his opponent was gone and fled without giving Ace the money he earned from winning.

"Great. I already am running low on food… "

West let out a long sigh. He reached inside his bag again and pulled out a fairly large map. He was on Route 212 going North… to Hearthome city. That was a relief. His parents were residents of there. He never left their home on good note, not after the argument before he became a trainer. But sleeping in his own house would be nicer than sleeping with tons of other trainers in the Pokémon center, and his parents would surely let him in.

Right?

Just then he felt a gloved hand grip his left shoulder. It was probably the trainer from earlier, trying to catch him off guard! West jump forward, turned around, put his hands in front of his face and winced, waiting for the blow of the punch.

"West, West, West. Timid as ever I see! Is that any way to treat a friend saying hello?"

West looked up to see a tall, lean man with long brown hair down to his shoulders and a small line scar above his left eye. He was wearing a white shirt and a green jacket. And jeans, just like West's. A Treeko sat on his shoulder.

"Arc!" West ran up to him and gave him a hug. "It's good to see you!"

Arc pat West on his back. "It seems you are turning out to be quite the trainer from your last battle there!"

"Oh yeah!" West said stepping away from his older friend. "I can definitely hold my own in a battle against you now!"

"Well, I would love to test it out, but from the looks of the battle back there, I don't think your in any condition to fight, not to mention the trouble we have on our hands now."

"W-wha? Trouble?"

"You didn't hear? Hearthome has been all of a sudden became a base for a bunch of thugs. I didn't hear their name on the news. It's a biker gang though. I was on my way from Solaceon and was going to enter the east end, but they had it totally blocked off. I heard there were some Policemen gathering at this end, so I came to help since my father used to be part of the police force, so I'm pretty well known around them. Mind giving me a hand?"

Ace didn't hesitate. His Mom and Dad were in Hearthome, and he needed to do everything he could. "Y-yeah! Let's do it! But, uh, with my Pokémon in this condition…"

"Don't worry about it! We can figure out something. Now come on!"

Arc started dashing off, the Treeko just barely keeping on by changing his stance to a frog type position. West dashed after him. He never actually dashed headfirst into a situation with only about half of a plan, let alone half an idea. They were running for about 5 minutes, and in tall grass too. West was allmost out of breath, he never realy passed PE in school. But also, to his surprise, a wild Pokémon had not blocked their path yet. West pondered this. He never really understood how Wild Pokémon acted.

I guess it's just a natural thing. West thought. It will work itself out if there really is anything wrong.

Finally they ended up at a huge Mansion. A lot of people with vibrant blue suits were all crowding nearby there. In the midst of the crowd of blue suits, there was a slightly taller and more muscular man who was scribbling on a white board, yelling out this whole bunch of babble that West could not understand.

"YOUFOLLOWBYBASICRULESANDBYTHEBOOKNONEOFTHISLOLLYGAGGINGSTUFFANDTRYINGTOBETHEHERODONTBEIDIOTS DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

"SIR YES SIR!"

West and Arc were slowly walking up. There were a couple stray trainers here and there, listening to the briefing trying to find a way to help. The one at the white board did not notice them walking up, nor did he care. They looked like ordinary trainers that could not do much anyways. He continued.

"GOOD! Now then, this is a map of Hearthome. There are entrances on the west, south, and east sides. From what I've herd, they are heavily guarded from all ends. If they have all their men on the sides, we need to fly over and drop from the air and get on the inside! We drop of at the gym, that's were the leader probably is.
West's mouth was trembling. He wanted to say something. But that leader guy looked pretty intimidating…

"We send all of our people inside to wipe out the forces inside quickly, that way we don't have to worry about a two front battle. We then make our way out of the gym and work around the outside of the city on a clockwise motion."

Arc looked at West, and chuckled under his breath a little. West mouth looked like a pretzel.

"Any questions!?"

West couldn't hold it in any longer. "That ideas never going to work!"
Everyone turned around and stared at him, wide eyed anyone would say that.

"Why on earth would you think he would be in the Gym just because the leader is gone! Why would a leader hide behind a bunch of puzzles when he is probably their ace card!?"

The Sergeant was furious. He marched through the crowd of blue suits and got up in West's face, causing him to step back two paces.
"What makes you, a normal average trainer, know how to run the police force?!"

"W-w-well sir, I, uh, you see, um, I'm not trying to-"

The Sergeant advanced to were there foreheads were touching, and West could only see the anger in his eyes. The Sergeant took in a huge breath of air about to yell something, when Arc saved West.
"Now now Sarge, hear him out." Arc said in a sort of hum.

The Sarge backed away and looked at the person who opposed his authority a second time, only to find someone he didn't expect to see. He didn't look surprised though.

"Mr. Rockter, just because your father was in the upper class military personnel does not mean you have the authority to boss me around."
Arc sighed. "Yes, but if you are trying to save this city, you are indeed going to need my help, not to mention West's idea. By the way, your plan does stink. Now West, continue please." He said in that sort of humming tone again.

West looked at Arc in amazement, and then back to the Sarge, who was furious with rage. His whole face was turning red. But it seemed that he couldn't do much about it. Apparently there was a lot more behind Arc than he thought. Everyone stared at both of them without saying a word, and probably hoping the Sarge would not make them do extra work of this.

"Uh, well, you see," West continued, "He would be at the Pokémon center. The leader is generally the most powerful, right? So why wouldn't he be by the Pokémon Center where he could just heal and keep coming back?"
West paused. Arc kept staring at him with his arms crossed and nodded his head for West continue.

"Uh, if we could get dropped off at the back of the park, we could work our way from the back. We can also send a small amount of people to the Pokemon Center to If the front entrances are the most heavily covered, then that's probably the easiest way in, isn't it? Its also close to the Pokemon center, so if we can get a lot of people to keep the area around the Pokemon Center, then we can handle the few but powerful people inside there and then we can capture their leader."

Arc clapped his hands together. "I like his idea."

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End of chapter. PLEASE REVIEW, even if all it is is "good job." I at least want to see if its going in the right direction. X3