A/N: Hello there! I welcome you to my first story and I do hope that you enjoy it. This will be a non-canon story for anyone still wondering, but there will be some characters from the anime and the game.
The story starts before the public were aware of Team Galactic's existence, and follows the life of a rich kid in the strangest circumstances I could think up.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything within the Pokemon Universe.

Prologue

Pain was the only emotion he was allowed. The chains on his conscience squashed all thoughts but the most primal. Thousands of years had past since he'd experienced anything more, but then, it happened.
The trickle turned into a stream and he let forth a roar of pain, struggling to cling on to the remains of his already shredded sanity.
In a great surge of power, he pushed his consciousness from the body wrapped in chains, the raw power of departure enough to shake the very world he was enslaved in. He was finally free, and he wanted revenge.

Chapter One

"How do you walk so fast Mal?" my sister cried out as she half jogged in order to match my pace. I slowed down, ever the gentleman and poked her lightly on the back of the head, careful not to mess up her blonde hair. "Well those stubby legs of yours don't help."
Regret is not an emotion I am used to feeling, but the now sparkling globes that glared at me, accusing were enough to make me pause. "Okay, I'm sorry Josie, it's just that you are so small…" The glare only intensified, tears threatening to fall.

I sighed, defeated by the small lump that was my sister. "I'm sorry. Really, it's just that I had a bit of a bad day with all the work they make us do."
The lack of response made it obvious that I was not doing well. To be fair, my day had actually been rather awful. I mean, how would you feel if you were forced to go to a boarding school, with the responsibility of being a brother and being unable to enjoy the vast offers of life. There were thousands of Pokémon out there just waiting for me to catch them, yet I was forced to learn skills applicable in the business world just because my parents were rich; granted that had its advantages, but when any average person could do what I had always dreamed of, it really made me mad.

"Alright, what can I do to make it up to you, huh?" I gave her my best grin, which only made her narrow her eyes. She then proceeded to stick out her arms, which were equally stubby and stamp her size 1 foot on the ground with enough force to crush a Rhyperior, or so I imagined.
"What?" I asked, "You aren't an Alakazam, Psychic manipulation is beyond even the will of a six year old."
"Shush and pick me up!" she shouted in a shrill cry.

"Sheesh Josie!" I said, looking around sheepishly at some grimacing faces. "Fine, hop up." I relented, bending down and turning around so she could jump on my back. I walked, my pace slowed slightly by the weight on my back as we followed the steady flow of students from the main gate that preceded the main school, out onto the stone brick path that led a small distance down hill to the living quarters. I am proud to admit that my sister is my one and only weakness, well except awesome Pokémon like Gyarados! Holy mew, I could write a book about how awesome that thing was! Ah, if only I was a poor fisherman's son, life would just be perfect.
My thoughts were forcefully ejected back into reality with a solid thump as my lowered head collided with the back of someone's skull.
"Good Lord that was a pain! Who let out a Cranidos?" A high-pitched drawl gasped out. Yes, they managed to drawl whilst gasping.
I groaned at my bad luck, looking up with squinting eyes just hoping that I had not just head-butted her. Oh, great, yup, it was her. Matilda Gordon-Taylor, the posh school posh girl. When her majesty gained enough balance to peer through her impressively ornamented ivory glasses, she reeled back with an expression akin to David Attenborough watching seal clubbing in HD.
"Oh my, it's you Malpas, please try to control your cranium." And with that she lifted her nose to a respectable level for one of her social standing, and briskly trotted away.
I grimaced slightly at her use of my full name; quickly glancing over my shoulder to make sure my cargo was still there. With that I continued along the path, well used to the almost clinical feel that the precisely cropped grass and pruned oaks offered on my flanks, making my way closer and closer to the approaching building. Ever since the recent small earthquake that had shocked everyone in this usually disaster free region, our school had made us all leave and enter the buildings at the same time so that no one was missing in an emergency. The resulting crowds filled up the library and food court area, pretty much eliminating any chance of isolation I crave so much. I resigned myself to yet another evening of maths and history homework, in my room that I share with three other guys, before surrendering to the welcome release of slumber.

I awoke to the sound of shouts, breaking glass and… loudly cracking wood? I will have you know that I am an individual of great dignity and composure, so naturally my response was to flail wildly until gravity took pity on me.
I quickly got up from the floor and listened, completely still. Others in my room were slowly getting up, obviously confused as to where the noises were coming from. The ensemble of painful sounds continued so I stood up straight and headed for the door; my feet making light padding sounds on the cold stone floor. I ruffled my dark brown hair out of its sleepy state into one more dignified and then opened the door.
The heavy oak door must have acted as a serious buffer, because as it opened the sounds ten folded. I quickly snapped out of my sleepy state, confused and slightly worried as to what could be happening. Was there a fire? Before I could investigate a large siren sounded, blasting any cobwebs out of my head and putting me into full alert. The siren was not something we heard often, and that was an understatement. In fact it had only been sounded once before during the invasion of the school by a migrating group of Primeape, fifty years ago.
"Primeape?" someone asked behind me, obviously on a similar train of thought.

We waited in silence for a bit, as the shouts had all but died down. I closed the door and turned around to face my three roommates, all siting on their beds looking at me, in different states of confusion. I opened my mouth to speculate but was rudely interrupted by the crackling of the overhead speakers that were routinely used to relay messages to the whole school.
"Children and staff of Greenstone's Boarding School," began the headmaster in a shout, "get out while you still can! Don't give -" The speech was cut off with a large smash that sounded like wood shattering, causing the line to scream static. I waited with bated breath, confused and scared before a large crack cut across the speakers, preceding a thump. My jaw loosened as I stared at the speaker in shock, hoping that noise was not what my racing mind was suggesting. I shuffled slightly to the left, my wrist coming into contact with the cool metal of an aluminium baseball bat that one of my roommates kept on the wall to remind them of home.

One very different; silky and low in tone replaced the voice of the headmaster. "Hello, children. My name is Mars and I'm afraid your timetables have been changed a bit." My hand closed around the bat, but unfortunately the wrong end of it.

"Oh goody, I had Biology today!" said one of my roommates, causing me to look up with a snap. He slid his hand out from under his pillow, revealing a small handgun that sent shivers down my spine.
"Sorry guys, but this really is for the best." He said with a sly grin, his blue hair giving off an evil gleam as he shook it slightly.
"Now you can either join our marvellous group and convince your parents to finance us, or we can kill you. Quite a simple choice, really." He grinned.
I had a bad feeling about this.

A/N: Please follow/review! I hope you enjoyed it and the next chapter should be up within the week.