Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the first chapter of Origins. I hope you enjoy and I'll see you at the end.
Mighty Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. Damn it.
On with the story:
Pokémon: Origins
Part 1
By
Th3nerdy0ne
Chapter One
Prologue
A young boy, no older than seven with short, dark brown hair and eyes of the same color, stood in the middle of a playground awkwardly as kids his age, younger, and older, ran around playing tag, chasing random Pokémon that found their way onto the playground, climbing on the jungle gym, playing hopscotch, or just lying on the grass enjoying the sun. The young boy had still not comprehended how his life changed so fast in the space of three months. He still couldn't believe they were gone and that he was now standing in the middle of a playground belonging to the Viridian City Orphanage, alone. Though he was receiving help via therapy, he could still remember every detail of that night three months ago like it was a few hours ago.
[Flashback]
A brown haired boy woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a window smashing downstairs. He immediately jumped out of bed and ran from his room to his parents' room. They had obviously heard the smash too because his father was grabbing a Pokéball from his nightstand drawer and enlarging it and walking out the door towards the stairs. Before the boy could follow, he was grabbed gently by his mother.
"Son, stay up here with me sweetie." She said.
The boy nodded and watched as his father went down the stairs to the hall. It was silent for a few minutes and after a while, both mother and child thought that maybe it had just been a wild flying Pokémon that had accidentally crashed through their window. That was until they heard a sound like thunder come from downstairs shortly followed by a groan of pain then an audible 'thump'. Instantly knowing what the sound was, the mother bent down, looked her son in the eyes, and put on her best smile.
"Sweetie, go find a place to hide and don't come out of it until I say it's safe, okay? I'm going to see if your father's okay." She. the quiver in her voice barley hidden.
Not questioning his mother, the boy nodded and ran out of his parents' room and looked for a place to hide while his mother grabbed a Pokéball and went downstairs as quietly as possible.
The boy had found a place to hide inside his bedroom closet. He sat there quietly while he waited for his mother or father to return. As he was waiting, he began to hear sounds from downstairs of what sounded like a struggle. The sounds went on for a few more moments before the silence returned. After another minute sounds of footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. His heart began to beat at a bullet speed rate as the foot steps were right outside his bedroom door. He heard his door creak open slowly and he could see a figure appear from the shadows.
The figure walked to a dresser in the room and turned a lamp on. With the light on, the boy got a good look at the figure. He was a young man with short, spiky blond hair, no older than eighteen, with dark green eyes, wearing an all black outfit and carrying a large black bag over his left shoulder. What the boy noticed most of all was that in the intruder's right hand were two familiar looking Pokéballs. He then noticed that one of them was covered in blood. He let out a quiet gasp but instantly covered his mouth as he did. The man in the room turned to face the closet after hearing the faint noise. The boy's heart began to pound faster and faster with each step the man took. As the man reached the closet, he put his hand on the handle and was ready to open it. Before he could however, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Damn it." The boy heard the man say under his breath.
The next thing the young boy saw was the man was running out of his room in the direction of his parents' room and then a minute later he heard another window smash. As the sirens grew louder and the sounds of multiple car doors opening could be heard, only one thing was going through the young boys mind. Were his parents alright?
[One week later]
As the boy stood there in the rain, watching as his parents were laid in their final place of rest, he found it hard to believe that this was all happening. He had over heard from one of the officers that the person that did this had not only taken his parents but had taken their Pokémon as well. The boy couldn't understand why someone would do this. When he saw the non-moving forms of his parents being brought out of his house that terrible night he hadn't spoken a single word since. so many emotions ran through his body at once that it was too much.
He was now completely alone in this world. He had no other family aside from his parents and now they were gone and there was nothing he could do about it no matter how much he wished there was.
The weeks that followed for the young child were spent in a psychiatrist's office, lying on a couch while a doctor asked him various questions about how he was feeling and more or less making sure the young boy's mental health was stable. After two months of therapy, the doctor had cleared the boy and told Officer Jenny that he should still come for sessions every now and then for an occasional check up to be on the safe side. One month later, Officer Jenny had taken the boy to the Viridian City Orphanage in hopes that he'd find a family again.
[End flashback]
So now, here he was. Standing in the middle of a playground, in a place he was unfamiliar with, surrounded by people he didn't know. He felt like a lost Growlithe. what was he supposed to do now? He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice someone approach him. He was then snapped out of his thoughts as he was tapped on the shoulder by that same person. Turning around, the boy came face to face with another boy around six years old, with short raven-black hair that was spiked in some places, and blue eyes. The boy smiled a toothy grin and held out his hand towards the brown haired boy.
"Hi there, you're new here, right?" The boy asked politely.
The brown haired boy didn't say anything but simply nodded. The raven-haired boy lowered his hand and looked quizzically at him.
"Don't talk much, do ya?"
The boy simply stared.
"You gotta a name?" The raven-haired boy asked.
The other boy nodded.
"Well, my name's David. David Ashton Ketchum. You?" The boy said, holding out his hand again.
The older boy looked at David for a moment before taking the hand and shaking it.
"My name's Giovanni. My friends call me Gio."
David smiled his toothy grin again, and put both hands in his pockets.
"Nice to meet ya, Gio. I have a feeling you and me are gonna be great friends." He said happily.
Giovanni smiled at this as he followed his new friend towards a small group of kids. Maybe he won't be so lonely after all.
Well there it is ladies and gentlemen. What did you think? Good? Bad? Leave a review and let me know.
(This is the first of the revised chapters. The revision only goes as far as chapter 5 and after that everything is new.)
Until then, live long and prosper and may the force be with you.