January 1st, 1997
The famous Champion wiped his brow. He was tired from the all the Pokémon training. Pika, his Pikachu, nuzzled him gently. "You did an amazing job with our training, Pika!" he cheered. "Pikachu!" Pika replied.
Suddenly, the Champion heard footsteps. He turned around. A boy his age, with spiky orange hair and a scowl on his face, looked at him.
"Red. Grandpa told me you were here." he said coldly. "Blue." Red stuttered. "Why are you here?" Blue's glare pierced harder. "That, my dear friend is simple. Revenge." he hissed. Red took a step back. "I-I didn't do anything!" he exclaimed.
"DON'T PLAY ME A FOOL! YOU KILLED MY RATICATE!" Blue yelled. He reached for a Pokeball. Alakazam popped out. "Psybeam!" Blue snarled, a murderous glint his eye. A beam of psychic energy shot out of the spoons. Red screamed as the bolt of energy struck him flying, and he fell down the cliff, never to be seen again. Blue smirked and ran away, followed by his Alakazam.
