A/N: I've had this in my head for quite some time now. I always wondered what it would be like to have Pokemon in the real world. Who hasn't right? If you say you haven't, I have to bluntly call you a liar because any fan would wonder what it'd be like at some point or another. Here is my interpretation of it. The characters and featured elements are based off of the Pokemon Franchise. This is how I picture Pokemon coming into our world.

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Chapter Published: 9/29/2014

Updated - 10/9/2014

The Theory of Evolution

Act 1 - An Ancient Civilization

Chapter 1: College life

"The Mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an agnostic" — Charles Darwin

I stared down at the whiteboard at the other end of the college classroom. The classroom was a classic auditorium-like design with rising desks for the students like I myself. The whiteboard was covered in all kinds of information written out with a black dry erase marker. There were multitude of students here, some of whom I knew very well as I grew up with a few of them. Every single one of us were taking this class for one purpose. We were aspiring to be Zoologists like one of our teachers who taught us different subjects. It was more like a private college owned and operated by the very teacher we were waiting on to start our lecture. The classroom door opened revealing an older man with brown hair and tanned skin. The man had a red shirt on, khaki pants, and brown loafers. This man right here, I truly respected. He was the world's leading Zoologist specializing in interactions between Humans and the natural world. He was none other than Professor Samuel Howard Oak. He was a good natured, but stern Professor when it came to his class, like the others.

"Good Morning everyone," He said putting his leather document bag down, "Welcome back to Mammalogy II. Last time, we went over the differences between three different Orders of the Superorder Laurasiatheria known as Artiodactyla, Perissodactyla, and Carnivora." He walked over to a basket on the desk and looked through the stacks of paper in it. "Good. You've all complete your homework on recognizing the differences between the three. Now, who can tell me what Artiodactyla are?"

A woman closer to up front raised her hand. She was russet skinned with long dark hair that, in a certain shade of light, looked dark purple. Her eyes were brown and she was of Indian descent, though I didn't know which tribe right off hand. She had an athletic body that would make most girls jealous. She wore mostly clothes that had a tribal feel too them, often opting for brown leather or buckskin colors. Overall, she was a stunning woman. She was an athlete in high school, I knew that much she was the number one female athlete on the Track and she was part of an Archery club. Like some here, she served in the military as well for a short time. "Yes Neeka?" That was her first name. Professor Oak often forgot to use the names of everyone wants to go by. The name she went by was Iris.

"Those are Even-toed Ungulates," the girl he called Neeka replied, "Such as goats and antelopes."

"That's correct," Professor Oak said, "Anyone else? What about Perissodactyla?"

Another woman raised her hand. This one was curvy with short light brown hair and blue eyes and a slightly pale skin tone. She often wore red or maroon shirts and always for a red bandanna with some kind of white design on it. In high school, she mostly focused on culinary classes and contests involving dogs, cats, and modeling. "Yes Amanda?" Once again, Professor Oak stuck to first names. The name she went by was May, her middle name.

"Odd-toed Ungulates," May replied, "Like Horses and Cows."

"Correct," Professor Oak spoke, "And finally, what about Carnivora?"

A man raised his hand this time. This man had brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a collared polo-like shirt, and blue jeans with brown shoes. He wore a necklace with a single black and yellow, Yin-Yang crest on it. This guy right here was also previously in the military. He was also a distant cousin of mine and he was probably the biggest asshole I ever met. He was good at whatever he did and was ambitious. But he was also the kind of guy you had to warm up to. "Shayne?" Professor Oak even referred his own grandson by first name. His name was Shayne Garrison Oak, but all of us called him either Shayne or Gary.

"Carnivores Gramps," Shayne replied, "Like a wolf or lion."

"Good Shayne," Professor Oak said. He walked around the desk and stared at us. "If you all have noticed, I have copied exactly what remains of this course's syllabus on the whiteboard. I want you all to start on chapter seven in your Mammology books. Note that Laurasaitheria and Euarchontoglires are the only Superorder we'll be discussing for this course as I have said countless times. That means we will not discuss the Superorder's of Ameridelphia, Australidelphia, or Monotremata of Mammology I. We will not discuss Xenarthra and Afrotheria under Mammology III either. Understood?" There were a few nods of agreement.

So we all started on Chapter seven, which was on Even-toed Ungulates. Some may wonder why I was here. Why would I sit in this class doing nothing but looking up animals? Well, my profession demanded it. It demanded that I study everything I can. I was going to be a Zoologist like everyone else here in this classroom. That's actually what this University was for. It was known as Myrtlewood University of Life Sciences (MULS) located in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Myrtle Beach has a few small communities on its outskirts, one of them being known as Socastee, while MULS's campus and the housing on it was called Pallet Town due to the fact that it used to be a large yard that manufactured Pallets before becoming a campus.

When class was over, all of us got up and started out to our next class. Yes, this college was private alright. There were about forty eight students here. But there were more students than that on campus obviously. I knew of most of them. The University was home to a research facility for life sciences such as Zoology, Botany, Geology, Biology, Archeology, and Paleontology. There were all sorts of researchers here most of them renown like Professor Oak. There was Professor John Endler Elm an Ethologist and Professor Henry Conard Birch who was an Ecologist. Professor Darwin Charles Rowan who was a Modern Evolutionary specialist. Professor Philena Ellen Ivy was the leader in studies of Biodiversity. Professor Sarah Hardee Juniper was a Naturalist and Professor Alan Hammond Sycamore was a Prehistoric Animal Evolution Specialist. There were also other specialist professors here who were such as Professor's Alden, Carolina, Proctor, and Hale here because of their respective fields such as Paleo-archeology, History, paleontology, and Archeology. There were a few more researchers and aides but I didn't know them all that well. This research facility was on a two hundred acre property with enclosures for animals that were found on the site. The enclosures ranged from lions to monkeys. There was even an aquarium on site near an inlet.

It was all part of the Oak Corral, the land owned by Professor Oak himself. It was a pretty cool place to be. Better than being in a war as a Special Operations under the orders of First Lieutenant R.J Surge. Lt Surge was my commanding officer as I was a Second Lieutenant of a Platoon while he was over mine and one other while we were all lead by a Captain. I remembered Lt. Surge. He was a large muscular man with scrawled blonde hair and blue eyes. He had numerous scars all over his body from knife wounds while being interrogated by enemy forces. The man had endured knife wounds and electrocution. At one point, the electricity surged causing power outages. I remember finding my LT in a fit of laughter after we fought our way into the insurgent encampment. I thought he had gone insane. I didn't know that the crazy son of a bitch had been laughing because it was because of the electricity poured into his torture that caused the encampment to lose power. Incidentally, it was because the encampment had lost power that we were able to storm the place two minutes after in the dead of night. "Gray," He had told me between laughs, "Gray I did it. The assholes thought they could break me with car battery cables, but they couldn't. I lived up to my name! Haha, I lived up to my Goddamned name."

"Sure LT," I had replied to him, "Let's get you back home boss."

I stared out over at the landscape, noting the multitude of students all around. That memory was a relief for me. I saved Surge and I only had six months in my tour of duty left. I shook the last bit of it away and followed suit, staring at one of the women's ass as I walked behind the crowd. It was more of an unconscious response to shaking from my memories and the fact that I was a guy so….yeah. This woman had short shorts on with a tank beige tank top. She was a red head and almost flat chested and had Viridian Eyes. Her body was light a stick but that only helped her swim faster on the school's swim team. She was a monster in the water too, breaking three records in speed, diving, and underwater performances. This red head had a fiery personality and she was more of a tomboy than anything. In short terms, she was cool, but she could be a straight up bitch when she wanted to be. Her full name was Claire Misty Waterflower. She was majorly different than her sisters Daisy, Lilly, and Violet. All three of them were beautiful models who would get a man's heart pounding quicker than a thriller movie. I think one of them got banged by Gary at one point. And I know the Basketball star of high school and survivalist named Jason Brock Harrison screwed Violet. He was a friend of mine. He was a mixed Caucasian African American and muscular with dark brown hair and thin squinty eyes. He was the tallest of us, even taller than the waiter triplets we nicknamed Cilan, Chilli, and Cress because they had worked at their parent's five star restaurant growing up. Brock was the biggest pervert out of everyone on this ranch and we all knew it. But he was a guy so, it was natural. He just couldn't keep it in his pants. His father had the same problem apparently. That's why Brock had nine younger siblings. Like father like son, I guessed. I wondered if they would all inherit their father's perverted ways. If that was the case, then the Harrison family would reach the size of a country in a hundred years. Brock was bad enough. "I came out of a vagina," He had told me and about three other guys at lunch one time, "I've been trying to get back into one ever since."

"Tell us something we don't know bud," I had replied, "Best be careful, you don't want to catch HIV."

"Fuck you Ash."

"No thanks, but I'm sure Drew's open for you. That boy's about as straight as a crooked hillbilly grin."

I chuckled at that memory. Of course, Drew wasn't gay. He just came off like that until you got to know him. I broke my gaze from Misty's backside. I wouldn't touch that girl if she offered it up to me with the promise she'd do all the work. She just wasn't my type and I'd hate to wonder what kind of sex she preferred if that was possible. I was thinking BDSM. I wasn't into that kind of fucked up fetish. I could handle missionary and similar ones, maybe even doggy style if I'm feeling animalistic. Anal, oral, and anything else? Hell, to the motherfucking no. Jeez, listen to me. I'm starting to sound like Brock, thinking about sex like this. I may be a guy, but I'm not a pervert like Brock...wait. Scratch that, I'm not a Super Pervert like Brock. I shouldn't have thought that about Misty and BDSM. She probably was nothing like that. I sighed inwardly. Me thinking like this was doing nothing but annoying myself. I needed a beer.

I pushed all those thoughts away in favor of mentally preparing myself for the next lecture with Professor Birch. He was more of a hand's on kind of man in his research. How the hell he stays cooped up in a place like this is beyond me. He was a guy suited more in the field, than in a classroom. I called it ADHD. I've seen Professor Birch do some crazy things before. Brock and I went on a camping trip with him and his son Brendan. Holy mother of god, he nearly went naturist on us because he literally had ants in his pants. The literally decided to flop back and enjoy the Blue Ridge Forest canopy. His dumbass moment came into effect when he incidentally landed on a piss ant pile. It didn't take him long to get up, that was for sure. Brendan, Brock, and I laughed our asses off and we promised never to let Professor Birch live that one down. Those were some good times. Professor Birch's laboratory and classroom was right up ahead. I stopped just staring out at a small area where turtles were peeping out of the water not moving.

You know that feeling when something bad is about to happen but you don't know when or where? I've been getting that feeling a lot lately. I've ran that feeling by Brock and Gary before. Both told me, Gary speaking from experience, that it was simply my survival instinct and my expectations of the world around me due to my training as a United States Army Ranger. That was the only reason I was like I was now. I remembered being a hothead growing up, always straightforward with what I wanted to do. I honestly was an idiot growing up and I acted like a child most of the time. But when the time came, I joined the Military and eventually got into Ranger School. I spent two years as regular Army, then ended up going to Ranger School and serve three more years before being honorably discharged after the end of the war. As soon as I got out, I was recruited once more by Professor Samuel Oak, a distant cousin of my mother and teacher. I had often voiced my opinion about studying animals and training them. Professor Oak gave me a shot at being here to do just that. This place opened up as a private education facility maybe a month after I got back on U.S soil.

Everyone says I have changed. They say that I'm not as hotheaded as before, but I have little regards for other people's feelings. The truth was, I didn't disregard someone's feelings, I just learned to kill my own for the sake of my time in the Rangers. I wasn't one to tell lies, and I certainly told people how it was. They call me an Asshole. Good, it means I don't let anything go unsaid. I had a feeling that I was somewhat becoming like Paul minus the anger issues due to a rough childhood. The truth is, military service changes you, destroys you, then builds you back up into almost a new person so you can better cope with the tragedy of war. Another thing, it was before my platoon rescued Surge from an insurgent encampment; but let's just say that he wasn't the only one who got caught and tortured. Let's also just mention that LT Surge's rescue was also a way to return the favor. I sighed feeling every scar I had received on my body thanks to some wannabe Islamic Taliban. The truth was I didn't have a problem with other countries or religious groups. I didn't even care if you were black, white, pink, green, or purple. But if you point a gun or missile at me, or anyone in this country in the name of your god or domination, I'd give you hell before you succeeded.

I shook that feeling of dread off before continuing to Professor Birch's class. When I walked in, everyone stole a glance at me. Apparently, I had been contemplating for a while in my own head that I was five minutes late. "Ah Ash," Professor Birch said grinning, "Nice of you to join us." I've known him for a while, so Professor Birch was definitely lenient on me. Professor Birch was kind of a heavyset man with more muscle than the other professors. He could easily be mistaken as overweight as a result. He was also slightly shorter than them. He had brown hair slick hair and facial hair that almost went to match wolverines.

"Sorry," I replied casually, "Just got lost in the past." Birch grimaced at this. He had heard what I had endured during my time in the Rangers. Hell. Sometimes I relived those moments. People thought I had PTSD. It wasn't that. I just had a vivid memory. I took my seat staring into space as I got looks from a few of my friends and some of my classmates. Some of them knew I was used to be a Ranger and was in a torture chamber just like Surge. Surge, that maniacal killing machine, was still a part of the Rangers, probably off killing some insurgents somewhere right now. He could have that life. I was done with killing middle-eastern people.

"Now," Professor Birch spoke, "As I was saying, we were talking about desert biomes and the animals that lived in them such as the Scimitar Oryx. For future references, this species is now extinct in the wild. We have a herd of them in our Desert Biodome." There were all kinds of buildings here that were built to mimic natural habitats such as the Biodome's or arctic buildings. Hell, there was even a large building based on mountainous forests with animals in them. That was ingenuity right there. "Animals rely on the habitat, and the habitat rely on them somewhat…."

I kept listening to Professor Birch go on and on about desert habitats and the animals that were found in them. When we were done with our lecture, I walked out last of course, but someone stopped to talk with Professor Birch. It was Professor Alden. I stayed behind, casually tying my shoe just to listen. Professor Alden always had something good up his sleeve as far as discoveries go.

"We've made another discovery," Professor Alden said.

"Oh what is it?" Professor Birch spoke.

"Remember that site in the Rocky's and the one in the Appalachian Mountains?"

"The ones thought to be built by of Native American tribes?" Professor Birch asked.

"Yeah," Professor Alden spoke, "The architecture looked like a combination of Aztec and the Anasazi people. However, inside the caves, the architecture takes after Ancient Greek and Ancient Egyptian." I listened closely. Four civilizations in one place? In the New world on top of that? Something didn't add up. I continued to listen.

"How's that possible?" Professor Birch spoke, "They were all in different time periods and on the other side of the world from each other."

"I don't know," Alden replied shrugging, "But it's that way for a reason. There are several hieroglyphics found in the ruins too. I'm not sure, but I think we discovered something amazing there. The hieroglyphs look almost like English script with eyes. Then there's the cave drawings and carvings, most likely created by Native Americans and Aztecs or Greeks. There are pictures of strange animals all over the place."

"Like Mythological creatures?"

"Yeah," Alden replied, "But more like cryptids of some sort and deity's based on global culture. I don't know. Brandon's still out there though, along with Eve, Telesu, and Hale."

"What did Brandon think about all of it?"

"He was amazed," Alden spoke, "He had never seen so many ancient cultures in one area. But one thing's for sure, we're keeping everything on tight wraps involving the media. None of the Natives in nearby reservations know anything of the ruins we found. In fact, we even allowed some of them come and see what we had found. They're just as surprised as we are about the place. In fact, I'm going to update Professor Carolina about this whole thing."

"I see," Professor Birch replied, "Well keep us updated. We may have to have a field trip over there, just to see what you discovered."

"We'll have to see if Professor Oak will approve though," Alden replied.

I left after that. I didn't want to be late for my next class with Professor Elm. But all of that gave me something to think about, which was something I did a lot. I was more of a thinker these days, going deep, wondering what made the universe and life itself tick. I wasn't rash and all too keen on making decisions without thinking anymore like was I growing up. I'd have to see if Alden would let me see some of the research they had on the place. One thing about me though that I can honestly say that was never beat out of me during my military service was this. I was still keen on learning everything new I can, and adventurous, so naturally I wanted to know what had just been discovered in the Appalachian and Blue Ridge Mountains. I was thoroughly curious. Newly discovered ancient depictures of creatures and a new language in hieroglyphics? Not to mention four ancient civilizations in one area? Call me crazy, but that kind of stuff I enjoyed. Almost as much as I enjoyed working with animals.

Professor Elm was a slender man, definitely not athletic, and taller than the other professors. He had short unkempt brown hair, round glasses, and wore lab attire all the time. In other words, he was the typical nerdy scientist. He was the most disorganized man I had ever seen in my life. What we were studying in his class was Ethology, or animal behavior. He had multiple documents on desks for work in his classes, all of them barely organized by the desks themselves.

The last class for the day was with Professor Ivy. Environmental science was her lectures. She was a stunning woman, curvy, with shoulder length, dark hair that rivaled Iris's shade of hair. Of course, she wore a white lab coat like the other professors as well. When that class was said and over with, the rest of the day was free for us. I took an hour to finish my homework, while some other's procrastinated a little before getting something actually done. After I finished my homework, I went to work in the agricultural portion of Pallet Town, which incidentally was part of the profit that helped run the community. I often worked with several people on the Ranch. Lara Laramie was one, a Southern woman who steered cattle atop her Buckskin Philly Horse. Ellen and Mary were Shepherds who herded Sheep around all day, incidentally mother and daughter. Sonrisa was a woman who had this uncanny ability to grow and harvest any Sunflower seed in the two acre Sunflower plant field. A man named Fernando often aided Lara, and he was an excellent bull rider in the Rodeo's. Milton an older man who usually ran the area where Dairy Cows were located. Charmaine often worked in the apple tree forest. The list went on and on. I was hired as an extra hand, and often went wherever I was asked to go. Mostly though, I was in the fields that had vegetables that needed to have their dirt mounds built up or de-weeded. Often times, I'd shed my white T-shirt that I used on the Ranch to keep from getting overheated.

One point or another, I was asked where all my scars came from by the other workers. They seemed amazed by my scars and my muscular physique. I would tell them a few short sentences and asked for them not to question any further. "I was a U.S Army Ranger. Got caught up in an ambush and was a POW for a short time. They tortured me until members of my unit came to rescue me. Let's leave it at that." We mostly got along great after that. But the stress of hard work, heat, and clashing personalities occasionally started a confrontation or two. Mary was probably the only one I hadn't gotten a temper with so far, due to the fact she was around sixteen? I wasn't sure. I wasn't about to get into some argument with some little girl.

Overall, my life was turning out great, minus my time in an insurgent encampment. I was proud though. Proud of how everything turned out and how everything was going. I stood up resting on a gardening hoe looking out over the fields towards the University. My Ipod was playing The Only Way I know sung by Jason Aldean, Luke Bryan, and Eric Church. It was peaceful out here. It was better than being in that god forsaken war though. Pretty soon, I'd get to work full time with exotic species of animals as a Zoologist slash Zoo Keeper. And to be honest? I knew I could do it. I had distanced myself from people lately, mostly due to the fact I had been broken down and built back up. My attitude change was something of a gift and curse at the same time. I sighed, removing my problematic dwindling social life. Little did I know though, my world would literally change and initially not make any sense at all starting in about a few short weeks.

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