The Hero Game

KIDS

Chapter 1: Ash, Molly, Gary, Leaf, Misty, Brock

I've wanted to do this concept for a while, accually. Partial credit goes to my sister(who does not have an account yet. when she gets one, i'll credit her pen name) for helping me with the whole overall direction of this story.

PART ASH/PART MOLLY

A raven-haired boy burst through the front door. "They're here!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

His mother appeared from the kitchen and walked past him, patting the five year old's head. "Calm down, Ash!" She said, smiling a little. She walked out of the house, with Ash trailing behind, to greet a gruff looking man holding a baby girl.

"Hello, Spencer!" Mrs. Ketchum greeted the man, hugging him.

"Delia!" Spencer exclaimed, returning the hug with one arm. "I'm here to drop off Molly! She will be okay, won't she?" He asked worridly.

"Yes," Delia answered, "She'll be perfectly fine while you're on your dig." She gently took the baby from his arms.

Spencer kissed the young baby's forehead and sped off to his car. "Be careful!" He called, speeding off.

Delia smiled as Ash craned his neck to see what stange unknown thing might be in her arms. She bent down to show him.

A warm feeling washed over ash and Molly. In both of their minds flashed a floating, pink, cat-like pokemon. You could plainly see that it wasn't in the best condition. It looked severely injured.

The image left as quickly as it came. Ash rubbed his eyes and Molly started crying. Sudden determination flashed in Ash's eyes. While Delia tried to calm Molly down, Ash came to a conclusion. He wouldn't stand by while some innocent looking pokemon got hurt. Molly had obviously seen the pokemon, too. He decided that Molly and him were going to save that pokemon.

PART GARY

Gary Oak looked more than extremely bored. His father had been going on about Eevee's for at least an hour straight.

Gary dozed off on the table and had the strangest dream. It was of an injured pokemon. He was then awakened by a loud thunk on the table across from him. He looked up to see his father smiling at him.

"Go, you can borrow these pokemon for a while if you want. Just so you can get some practice with using them." His father said, sliding the five pokeballs on the table twords him.

The five year old looked at the pokeballs, then at his dad, before an idea stuck him.

"Thanks, Dad!" He beamed. He grabbed the pokeballs and threw them into a small backpack. He grabbed a snack from the fridge and tossed that into the bag, too. He swung the bag onto his shoulders and slipped his shoes on, running out the door.

Professer Oak watched in amusement as Gary flew out the door, thinking he was going off to play with the pokemon. He was, but not in the way that he thought. Gary was off to find the pokemon from his dream. He was going to save it.

PART LEAF

Leaf looked at the TV, completely intent on ignoring her parents argueing. She turned the volume up higher as the fighting got more vicious. She flipped through a few channels to find her favorite show. Then she softly sighed.

Her channel soon turned to static, giving Leaf a confused expression. She flipped through the channels, only finding more snowy screens.

She sighed again, turning off the TV. It didn't shut off immediately, though. It showed an image of a weak looking pink pokemon, ready to collapse.

Leaf gasped in horror. She grabbed her hat and stuffed it on top of her messy brown hair and dashed out the door, leaving her unconcerned parents behind. They continued their screaming, not even noticing their, now gone, five year old.

PART MISTY

Misty dived elegantly into the water and started her daily laps, trying to beat one of her sister's barboach in speed. She didn't win of course, what with a barboach being much smaller and skinnier, but she did finish her laps faster, so she had time to do whatever she wanted 'til her sisters started to walked over to the edge of the pool and looked at her reflection in the rippling water.

Her vision started to get fuzzy. She blinked her eyes several times, making it clear again. She looked down into her reflection, only to see it replaced by a damaged looking pokemon. She gasped, getting up quickly.

She ran to her room and packed her small bookbag. She changed out of her swimsuit and into a pair of jean shorts and a red and yellow tye-dye t-shirt. She put her shoes on and stuggled to shove her wet orange hair into a side ponytail. Once managed, she swung her bag onto her back and ran out of the gym, grabbing one of her sister's pokeballs and hopping on her trycycle.

She was gonna save that pokemon.

PART BROCK

Brock narrowly missed a ball being thrown at him. He looked for where the ball came from, only to have his eyes rest on one of his baby brothers. He got up, dusted himself off, and brought the ball back to the baby. It squeeled in delight, throwing it at Brock again, hitting him in the head.

Brock's father walked in, dismissing Brock, telling him to go have some fun. He nodded, leaving the room.

He started to make a big lunch of rice and stew. It was then that his vision became unclear. He started seeing things doubled. He blinked a few times. In his vision, every direction he looked, he saw a pink injured pokemon. It let out a soft 'mew' before his vision returned to normal.

Brock immediately knew what he had to do. He finished cooking, only to put the rice into sealable containers and all the stew into thermoses. He grabbed one of his dad's traveling packs and put all of the food in it. He added some mixed berries and pokemon food. There was still half the bag empty. He added basic things for traveling and grabbed his dad's Onyx and Gravler pokeballs.

He easily swung the bag over his shoulders and stuffed his feet in his shoes. He casually walked out the door and down the street.

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