HELLO FELLOW Pokémon FANS! Pokestar420 here with my first part of my Fanfiction! It isn't much, but it's there to kinda help the story start up. This doesn't have much to do with the story though, so don't worry. Remember, I don't own the rights to Pokémon in any way shape or form. Just read, have fun, and wait for the next update. Keep Blazin' it y'all, Pokestar420 signing out!
"Raticate, use Crunch!" A trainer yelled to his prized, partner Pokémon. The Raticate charged the opposing Gengar with immense speed. Gengar tried to jump to the left, but Raticate planned that and changed directions just in time for the move to land a hit.
"Gennnngar!" The Gengar yelped in pain as she clutched her shoulder. A blue liquid was slowly running down off the side of her arm. Almost immediately her trainer noticed this and tried to put a stop to it.
"Gengar, use recover. Heal yourself, quickly!" The Gengar listened to the order, and still clutching her shoulder released an aura of golden light surrounding her. Raticate still had his eyes fixated on the Pokémon when it went golden, turning it blind in the process.
"Raticate, hurry, look away now!" His trainer yelled, but it was too late. The Raticate had already gone blind and no longer knew what was around him. He walked around aimlessly, letting Gengar regenerate. After a few more seconds, the light faded away, leaving an unscaved Gengar behind.
"Gengar-gen!" The Pokémon yelled with happiness as she stretched her arm out. She seemed satisfied and waited for her trainer's next command.
"Gengar, use Close Combat! Put a stop to that son of a bitch!" The trainer exclaimed. Gengar nodded her head and charged the Pokémon. When it got to around three feet away, the Pokémon started to throw punches and kicks at the Raticate, and did it so fast that the Pokémon was down it less than 10 seconds. What was left was a dying, bloody corpse of what looked to have once been a living Pokémon.
"Gengar-Gen!" The Gengar yelped in excitement at the battle it had won. She looked at her opponent. Nothing moving, not even a finger.
"R-Raticate?" The rat's trainer mumbled as he fell onto his knees. This trainer was clueless to the idea that Pokémon could die, but he would soon be able to wrap his head around the fact that it could happen. He was in shock, while his opponent felt like nothing could be better. She flipped her luscious, purple hair behind her neck and spoke to the trainer.
"That's what you get for challenging the an elite four member." She said cockily. She walked backwards and put her six Pokéballs onto a bench nearby. Her opposing trainer hadn't prepared himself, and it cost him the life of his Pokémon. "You may now leave. Have a nice day." The woman said as she drew a remote out of her pocket and pressed a red button. The floor underneath the male trainer suddenly collapsed, leaving a slide to the outside world underneath it.
"Fuck you, you bitch!" The trainer yelled as he fell down the slide, not able to return for another challenge for six months, that being a part of the Elite Four's rules. The screen suddenly went glitched as the episode ended.
"That concludes episode 1 of "Pokémon: Unleashed. Have a nice day!" The TV went completely blank. Peyton got up from his bed to get dressed. He was going to the local professor, Professor Havenridge, to get his first Pokémon. He stopped to look at a poster on his wall. It was a map of the Stratos region, the region that he happened to live in. It showed all the towns in oval-like order. His house was located near the smallest one, at the very bottom. He got dressed into his generic trainer uniform. A red tee-shirt with khakis, a belt holding his three empty Pokéballs and two Potions. He quickly put on his running shoes and ran out the door. He was almost out of his house when his dad stopped him.