Credit goes to KI Simpson for the setting idea.
I don't own Pokemon, but I wish I did.
Chapter one: An Unexpected Detour
She felt a warm tongue massaging her cheek. Megan opened her eyes and found herself gazing into the beady black ones of a massive rottweiler. Thank God he hadn't gone far, she thought, realizing that the dog's leash had somehow gotten unhooked from his collar. Megan grabbed it and used it to pull herself to a sitting position.
A wave of confusion hit as her vision unclouded and she found herself sitting in a beautiful, clean-aired meadow with swarms of wild flowers. Last thing Megan remembered was walking with her dog, Puppy-kins, the big rottweiler that she was holding now, down a village road. She decided to take a detour through the park where she saw some kids playing game boys. Her memory got fuzzy at that point and now she was in this place that certainly wasn't Kansas.
She stood up, commanded Puppy-kins to "heel," and began looking for a landmark.
"Mauville City."
She blinked and said the name out loud to make sure she had read the sign correctly. Mauville, Megan was sure, was nowhere on the Kansas city map. She wasn't even sure if it was on ANY map.
She didn't think it could get any odder.
Megan suddenly heard a small growl. Puppy-kins, unfortunately heard it first, and was bounding toward a little grass colored dog. Desperate not to be bombarded by any more angry half-eaten dog owners, Megan made a leap and snatched Puppy-kins' collar again before he snatched the other dog by the throat.
When Puppy-kins had calmed down, it was then that she was finally able to take in the fact that the dog had green fur. It also had a spiky, yellow-highlighted mane and unusually large eyes.
"Hey you!" called a boy, marching over to her, but keeping his distance when he saw Puppy-kins. Megan guessed this was the little green dog's owner, and she was right, as it raced over to the kid who then picked it up as if he had done so all his life. "Leave him alone! He belongs to me!"
"I'm sorry," Megan said, straightening up, but still holding the collar. "My dog is just…"
The boy cut her off. "Hey, you wanna battle?"
Megan raised an eyebrow. "Uhmmm…no?"
This apparently surprised the other boy, but he recovered and exclaimed, "You have to!"
"No I don't."
"Yes you do!"
"Who says?"
"I do!"
"Tough beans."
She started to leave with Puppy-kins in tow when she heard the boy scream, "Electrike! Quick Attack!" She was about to dismiss it for another lame comment until her dog yelped and shot forward suddenly, ripping him from her grasp. Before she could even say "heel" in protest, Puppy-kins had the green dog, Electrike, apparently, by the neck, shaking it like it was a rag doll.
The boy, panicking, raised a red and white ball into the air with trembling hands. Electrike suddenly slipped out of Puppy-kins grip, seemed to disintegrate into red light, and was then sucked inside the strange contraption. Puppy-kins stood for a moment, looking confused as to where his new chew-toy had gone.
"What…What kinda freak show pokemon IS that?!!" the boy stammeringly demanded before running down the street in terror.
Megan just stood there, the entire scene suddenly making sense. Sort of. She knew about pokemon a little, and suddenly wished she could shoot herself.
But she would find no guns in Hoenn.