I do not own Pokemon, however I do own the OCs in my story.
Chapter 1
A lone boy of 15 enters a convenience store off of the harbor district in Olivine City. Before he took more then five steps he felt the distrustful eyes of the shop owner on his teen browsed the shelves for a few moments, his eyes searching quickly throughout the store for something and shook his head wishing that he could go somewhere without being looked at like he was scum.
A man in a dark green hoodie walked passed the teen heading towards the exit of the store with a plastic bag in his hand. The teen accidentally brushed shoulders with the man.
"Sorry," the teen muttered to the man as he slipped behind a shelf and smirked and realized that the glare he had received coming in was not completely misplaced.
"Hey!" the shop owner's voice rang out throughout the small store as he called toward the man in the green hoodie exiting the store. "Are you going to pay for that?"
"What?" the man asked confused and opened up the plastic bag he was carrying and showed the shop owner, "I already paid for all of this stuff."
"Yeah, but you didn't pay for this," the shop owner said and pulled out a bottle of soda that was hanging out of the side of the man's hoodie.
"I didn't put that there! I swear!" the man said in disbelief.
"Likely story, follow me," the shop owner said and led the protesting man toward the back of the store.
The teen took advantage of the commotion quickly and slipped out of the store with a smirk and headed toward the outlying section of the harbor district.
He sat on the end of the docks in Olivine City, and dangled his feet off the edge and took a bottle of soda and a small sandwich out from beneath his jacket and chuckled lightly at the success of another heist. Sure, stealing food from a little convenience store was far below the likes of a master thief like himself, but he was hungry, didn't have any money, and didn't want to walk all the way back to the safehouse. He wanted some alone time to think. He listened to the gentle rocking of the waves below him and the constant flow of people going about their business behind him in Olivine's shopping district.
"Are you sure that he would like these shoes?"
"Jimmy, I really think you should have gotten that shirt."
"Mommy, I think there's a gengar following on us. He was under my bed last night.
The teen froze mid-bite in eating his sandwich. He brushed a lock of his shaggy gray hair out of his face as he gazed across the ocean. He thought not for the first time of his parents. He missed them dearly and knew that they had cared for him a great deal. He smiled to himself as he remembered his dad telling him that he was going to be stronger then a machamp one day, or his mom holding him when he thought that there was a Gengar in the closet. He thought he probably would have eventually tried to make a friend out of the imaginary pokemon in his closet like that kid did with the pokemon under his bed. The "gengar" he saw that horrible day was certainly no friend however, it was something evil and so much more...
A small humble cottage sat facing the edge of a small nameless forest. The only thing that connected it to the real world was a small dirt road that led to a nearby town. It was early evening, and the hot stifling air of the summer day was slowly cooling down. The large tree's branches hung low over the small cottage, which helped to cool it down. In the shade of the large tree, a small family of three relaxed in lawn chairs.
"You see these trees son?" a tall man whose face the teen couldn't remember asked, the young boy nodded. "This was part of the reason why we built the house here. In just the right evening light, the sunlight comes straight through the leaves of the trees and bathes everything in a brilliant green glow."
The small boy looked in wonder at the large trees above him. Suddenly something in the fading darkness of the nearby forest caught his eyes. In the inky blackness just within the tree line, he could see two pairs of eyes: one pair just barely visible and the other a pair of faintly glowing red.
"Gen…gen...gengar," the young boy stuttered and pointed a small finger at the forest.
"I don't see anything baby," the woman cooed to her son holding him closer, "there's nothing there."
"No...no...there is, its a...a gengar,"
"Buddy, there's really nothing there. You have what we like to call an overactive imagination," the man said and ruffled his son's hair.
The boy was petrified as a light green insectoid pokemon suddenly appeared at edge of the forest. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could it flashed across the twenty or so yards and stood directly over his still crouched father.
The man quickly turned and rose after seeing his panic-stricken son. He came face to face with a pair of glowing red eyes and took a step back and reached for the pokeball clipped to his belt.
The pokemon let out a loud buzzing growl as his large bladed arms glinted in the fading sunlight. In one quick slash the man went down, a large cut stretching from his collarbone across to his hip started gushing blood.
The mother a few steps away had already started to reach for her pokeballs, but in the blink of an eye and a glint of sunlight she fell to the ground. Blood started to gush out of a large cut that stretched from her neck down to her stomach.
The young boy sat in the middle of both his parent's growing pools of blood and started to scream and cry. With tears streaming down his face, he looked up and saw the large green scythed pokemon turn toward him, its red eyes glowing venomously in the darkening evening light.
It let out another small buzz-growl and raised its bladed arm and was blasted several feet back by a large torrent of fire. The boy was stunned, he turned and saw, standing a short ways away was a man bent over and out of breath, all dressed in black. Towering over the man was a furry red and orange canine with black stripes. A large deep brown leather saddle was on its back with gear tied down tightly all across it.
"Arcanine finish him," the man said, he stood straight up and pointed at the Scyther. The large canine leaped with a roar and was quickly within a few feet from the bug pokemon. It opened its maw and let loose a large blast of fire. The insectoid attempted to dodge right, but wasn't quick enough, and its green furred back was singed black. A moment later with a glint of metal it disappeared back into the forest.
The large dog dropped into a stance ready to run after its prey. "No, Arcanine, its fine you did good."
The man finally noticed the small boy at his feet. "Hey there little guy. It'll be ok," the man said gently as he crouched down and picked up the now heavily sobbing child, soaked to the skin in his parent's blood.
"NO! NO! NO!" the boy screamed and let out a wail that chilled blood as he tried to cling to his now dead father.
"It'll be ok buddy," the man said attempting to be reassuring, and tugged at the small child until he finally let go of his father.
"They're...they're...they're gone," he said as his small body was wracked with sobs.
"Yeah, they are," the man hugged the small crying child, "but I need you to be strong for me right now. Can you do that?" the man asked and the boy nodded. "We need to get out of here before it comes back. "
"Will...will...will you protect me from the pokemon?"
"Yes, little guy. I will I promise," the man said.
The boy glanced at his parent's dead bodies and whatever little resolve he had had before was shattered. "I...don't..wanna..."
"We need to go, buddy. In case the Scyther comes back with more of his friends."
"No...I...don't wanna...leave my mommy...and...daddy," the small child attempted to say between sobs.
"But..buddy, we need to," the man said consolingly. "You told me you were going to be strong, now's the time to show it."
Just within the treeline a pair of glowing red eyes suddenly appeared again. The little boy immediately noticed and grabbed onto the man tighter and he started crying even harder. "He's back he's coming back."
Suddenly the single pair of glowing eyes split into different eight sets.
The young child noticed instantly and wailed and screamed at the top of his lungs, and several pidgey and spearow flew out of some neighboring trees. The child now was clinging to the man as if his life depended on it.
"We need to go now buddy, and I need you to be strong."
"Wha...what are..we going to do...with them?" the child asked between sobs referring to his parents' bodies as he watched the treeline .
"We'll give them a burial fit for a king," the man said and nodded to Arcanine. In two quick jets of fire both bodies were consumed in flames.
"I have to move stuff in Arcanine's saddle," the man said setting the small child down. "Remember, I need you to be strong." He quickly went to work rearranging the saddle bags and other gear.
The young child stood in a single spot petrified, he was trying to be as strong as he could be, trying to be brave like a strong machamp. He blinked a few times and looked around him, but his eyes did not decieve him. Everywhere he looked the world was bathed in a light green shade.
"Dad...was..right..." the child said between sobs and suddenly felt a strength fill him and he watched the treeline with more courage and bravery.
He kept one eye on the forest as he watched the eight different pairs of red eyes warily. Slowly they started moving toward them.
He looked around in shock at the now green world around him and took a deep breath. "They're...coming!" the child said to the man in a much calmer voice then he thought possible.
Quickly, the man climbed atop the large majestic fire pokemon. He reached down and pulled the young boy up sitting the child in front of him. The little boy clung to the man for dear life again as the large canine ran causing the trees lining either side of the small road to blur into green.
A short while later they ran into a small town, and the Arcanine stopped in front of a large black sedan. Quickly, the man got off the pokemon and pulled the young child down. One of the car's side doors the boy noticed had a large blood-red R on it. The door opened up and the man slipped the boy in.
He crouched down by the child sitting on the now bloodstained black leather seat, "I'm giving you over to some good friends of mine, I work for them actually. They will protect you and take care of you. Okay?" the child nodded and the man stood up and quickly shut the door.
In the wide back seat a man in an expensive black suit sat across from the small boy.
"Alakazam, hypnosis," the boy heard the man in the expensive suit say. Out of the shadows a large brown bipedal pokemon emerged, it had a dark almost black exoskin over its chest and had a large golden brown mustache. Its large clawed hands were wrapped around two black-silver spoons.
Less then a minute later the boy slumped over asleep.
A loud ringing that came from the teen's pocket brought him back down to Earth and aware again of the sounds of the people and pokemon that moved through the square behind him.
"This is Prodigy," the teen said after answering his communicator.
"The Commander wants you to report back to the safehouse, so you can be briefed for tonight's mission."
"Copy, on my way."
The teen looked at the half-eaten sandwich and nearly empty soda in his hands and suddenly felt disgusted, knowing in an instant that his parent's would not have approved of what he did to get them, no matter how small the crime. In one quick motion he launched the food and drink as far as he could into the ocean, and there was a quick flash of blue and a tentacle and the sandwich and soda bottle disappeared underneath the depths of the ocean. The teen sighed and gave a quick glance out across the still ocean before he rose and quickly slipped back into the throng of people that moved about in the twilight hours.
People continued going about their routines to stores, the cinema, or even their homes completely oblivious to the fact that a highly trained teen was walking in their midst. As he walked down one of the streets in the city, he mentally categorized which of people on the streets were natives and were tourist. Of those two, he rapidly inferred which would make easy marks to pickpocket.
The teen shook his head, and realized his parent's wouldn't approve of him even considering to pickpocket these people and he felt ashamed. He ducked his head and got lost, not for the first time, in the intricate patterns of the olive-colored seashell mosaics inlaid into the made his way quickly through the crowd, dodging between a woman with a large bag here, a spiky yellow and white jolteon there, and was careful not to step on the tail of a brown sentret following its trainer.
A few minutes later the teen arrived at an inconspicuous house that had the same olive-seashelled roof as the streets and all of the other houses in the city. He fumbled for the keys, unlocked the door. He realized that his parent's may not approve at all of what he has done, or what he has become but the teen realized that it was what he is and that he had accepted it deep down a long time ago.
The teen quickly slipped into the living area, where two men, one older and one younger, stood. The older man slapped a folder down in front of the teen.
"Have a seat Prodigy," he said, he was in his early 50's with jet-black hair and black stubble peppered with gray, and wore a button up shirt with a deep blood-red R embroidered on the breast pocket.
The teen sat down before he picked up the folder and glanced through it. It included a picture taken from a surveillance camera of an expensive multi-million dollar yacht; the name Prince Envy was written across the prow. He flipped a page and looked at a file in the folder of a rich man. The id picture on the file was the man in an expensive tuxedo, tie and dark name-brand black sunglasses. He flipped another page and glanced through the blueprints of the yacht. Finally he flipped to the last page that had a picture of his target item, a very expensive statue of some kind of bird pokemon.
"Your mission tonight is to infiltrate the Prince Envy," the Commander said before tapping the picture of the bird pokemon statue, "and to acquire the Volucri Ignis."
"Is the money from the item going to go to help people that are in need?" the teen asked. He realized that his parent's may not have approved of the means of what he did, but at least it all went to a good cause and would help people that needed it.
"Yes, Agent," the Commander said with a sigh. "The money that we receive from the target item will go to people in need like always. I don't see why you always need to ask that."
"Just for reasssurance," the teen muttered as he picked the blueprints back up and quickly glanced through them again. He memorized areas that the target item could be hidden at.
"Can I steal other stuff too? You know to help get money for other people." The younger Rocket Agent gave him a surprised look that went unnoticed.
"Yes, as always you can gather extra items, but only after you have acquired the target item. Now go get ready." The teen nodded and slipped up the stairs. He turned to the younger man. "You've been with the organization for how long?"
"About six months."
"And what have you heard of him?" the Commander asked jerking his head up to the ceiling.
"That he's the best that Team Rocket has ever produced, that more often then not people think of him more as a legend then a real agent, that he can easily kill a dozen men with only his bare hands. Dozens of different things."
"And what do you think of him now that you've seen him?"
"Its all obviously a lie, I mean how does he not know what we really do?"
"Because he was never told what we really do. Not all of the legend of him is a complete lie."
"Which parts?"
"The reason why he is so naive when it comes to Team Rocket, is because he was never told anything different. He's always thought that Team Rocket were there to help others."
"You mean to tell me, he's really been raised completely by Team Rocket?"
"Correct. So, parts of the legend are true, could he kill a dozen men with only his bare hands? no, but with two knives? Likely. Is he the best agent we have ever had? Not yet, but he will be soon. They have a plan for him, and they raised him to be so...innocent for a reason."
"Why though?"
"He's special."
The teen slipped into his small room that was his while he was stationed in Olivine City, completely oblivious to the conversation that was going on down below. His room had an old dinky pc in the corner and a small tv with an old obsolete game-system. He hoped maybe finally after this mission he would get to finally play on it. The teen quickly changed into his combat uniform, which consisted of a pair of all black pants, shirt, hoodie, backpack, and combat boots and quickly headed back down the stairs.
"I have one more thing for you Prodigy," said the younger man that was standing during his mission briefing.
The gray haired teen walked back into the living area, and the Lieutenant placed a single pokeball on the table.
"As a reward for your lengthy service to Team Rocket, though your circumstances for joining us are drastically different then most of our other agent's recruitment, you have been awarded with a pokemon."
It had finally happened, his dream that he had hoped for for so long had finally come true. He was finally a pokemon trainer. All of the other agents that he had seen come through either had pokemon prior to joining or were given one upon initiation he always wondered why he was denied a pokemon when he asked, but he didn't care now because he finally had one.
After a moment's hesitation the new young trainer picked up and activated the ball. In a flash of white light, a cyndaquil about two feet high appeared on the table. It had the body of a mouse with a short stubby tail. From the base of the top of its head down to its rear it was covered in aqua-bluish fur with the bottom half a creamy white. In the center of its back were four dark-red rust colored spots.
The small quadrupedal pokemon stood up on its hind legs and looked around. It locked eyes with its new trainer and immediately fell into a defensive position, dropping back down onto all fours. It began to growl and bare its teeth before it arced up its back and suddenly flared up into flames.
The startled new trainer took several steps back and quickly returned the pokemon before giving his commanding officers a bewildered look.
"That's just the way they are," the blonde-haired lieutenant told him after a quick look at the commander and a moment's hesitation. "They're a bit untrustworthy of humans at first, so you'll need to warm him up to you a bit, but then he will be one of the most loyal pokemon you will ever have."
The teen nodded and slipped outside and noticed how much darker it was and realized that the mission briefing must have taken longer then he expected. He pulled up his hood and sunk into the shadows and began to make his way back down to the harbor district.
A short while later he lay hidden in the shadow of freighter that was in the next slot over to the Prince Envy. He let loose a short whistle without even realizing it, the yacht that sat gently bobbing up and down in the waves was the largest that he had ever seen. The expensive boat towered over every boat in the harbor except for the larger commercial freighters that shipped supplies throughout the region. It was powdery white and sleek and looked like it could easily take a vaporeon in a race despite its large size.
After a short while of observing, the teen came to the conclusion that there was only one crewmember guarding the deck of the expensive boat. The guard lapped it every few minutes with a black umbreon, a quadrupedal pokemon that was as black as blackest night with several glowing gold rings around its ears, ankles, and tail, with him.
After a few passes the teen memorized the guard's beat. Once he passed out of sight, the teen ran, jumped and landed on the deck of the ship. He paused for a moment cocking his head to the side, after not hearing the dark pokemon make any noise of alert to its trainer, he broke into a full-out sprint and quickly ducked inside a side service door into the yacht.
While trying to catch his breath, he thought back to the blueprint and narrowed it down to four places the target item could be.
The teen made his way down to storage area near the bottom of the yacht and slipped in. After looking through several wooden crates and heavy briefcases, he found several expensive items, unfortunately, none of them were the target item.
He silently climbed the stairs to the living area and began to attempt to find the formal dining room.
He walked down a hallway and heard people laughing behind a door and a movie playing; the teen froze. All of the prior intel that they had received pointed to that there would be no one on board except for guards on account that the boat wasn't supposed to leave until mid-morning. He shrugged and continued on. More times than he can count, the young teen has silently broken into a rich person's mansion or country house for a target item, only to have to come back a different time because the item was in the room with the people.
After a bit more searching the teen finally stumbled upon the formal dining area. He made his way into the room and saw a long wooden table with different pictures of pokemon inscribed along the edges and a large candelabra in the center. Along the wall were pictures of different pokemon from around the world and shelves filled to the brim with books and trinkets.
The teen was inspecting the shelves, when suddenly he felt the whole yacht shudder and jolt and begin to move. He suddenly realized that something was very very wrong, the people on the boat should have tipped him off that the information that they had received was wrong. The boat was not scheduled to leave until mid-morning the next day, it was supposed to give the teen more then enough time to get in and get the target item and get out.
The teen realized that he needed to get off of the ship as soon as possible, but he still hadn't completed his mission, and he had never failed a mission before and didn't want to mar his perfect record. He realized that surely there were lifeboats on board and that if he acquired the target item quick enough he could escape on one and make his way back to shore relatively okay.
The teen as quickly and silently as possible moved around the living area and slipped into a den. In front of a large flat screen television mounted on the wall and inlaid shelves filled with books and trinkets, was a large deep red mahogany table, there were all sorts of pokemon carved along the outer edge. Sitting as the centerpieces on the table were a large skull of an Arcanine and a jaw bone of a Sharpedo. Surrounding the red table was a large jet-black leather couch and two large matching recliners.
After several rushed minutes of looking, the lone teen realized it was not in the room. He successfully clamped down on his growing panic as he realized the longer he took to find it the farther out to sea they got and wondered if he should just completely abort the mission.
The teen realized however that there was only one more spot that he hadn't looked and it had to be in there, the Atrium in the main entrance.
He quickly slipped up to the top level of the ship and found himself in a wide hallway that had more large detailed paintings of pokemon from all over the world lining the walls. At the end of the hall were two large deep brown wooden double doors with more pictures of pokemon inscribed into it.
As quietly as possible the teen sprinted across the hallway and slipped into the atrium and his breath was taken away. Above him was a giant stained-glass mosaic of the pokemon Mew, a light periwinkle cat-like pokemon with a long tail that was almost as long as its whole body, floating in a light pink sphere. Behind it was just a starry night sky, as if the mystical pokemon itself just happened to be looking down on the atrium. The piece of art was lit by a full moon that had long ago began its downward journey to the end of the Earth. It gave a soft tranquil presence throughout the large space in the room.
Across the room on top of a pedestal the teen saw his target item and with a few quick strides he was standing directly in front of it.
The statue in front of him left him in awe. The bird pokemon's body was entirely in gold and stood as if it was about to take flight. Twisted, bent, melted, in every conceivable way around the body and wings of the flying pokemon, were metals of every shade and hue of red, orange, and yellow. Even the small amount of light from above gave off the illusion that the bird was burning in front of his very eyes. Centered in the chest of the legendary pokemon was a small round deep ruby red gem about the size of a quarter. He looked closer at the little gem, it looked almost as if there was a small flickering flame trapped inside of it.
The teen shook his head to bring himself back, the statue itself was hypnotizing.
He slid his backpack off of his shoulder and opened it up on the floor. He slowly reached for the target item and was only a few inches away when there was a flash of white light and the startled teen almost bumped the priceless statue off its pedestal. A quick glance to his right and he saw his small cyndaquil.
The small fire pokemon was startled by its new surroundings for a second, before it quickly locked eyes with its trainer and it immediately dropped back down to all fours and started growling.
"Hey, its ok cyndaquil. I'm here, its all right, relax." the new trainer softly called to his pokemon and reached his hand out to attempt to pet it and calm down the pokemon. All he got was a snap in return.
"Hey, did you hear that?" one of the crewmembers on board the expensive ship asked, as they were working to keep the central air unit in working shape.
"No...wait yeah, it sounds like something's angry."
The two crewmembers quickly slipped down the ladder and out of the hidden work closet and into the large hallway that had large pokemon paintings lining the wall. One silently pointed to the closed large double wooden doors at the end of the hall and they started to creep towards it.
The attempted pet was the last straw for the little fire mouse, in one quick loud roar it arced its back and flared up into flames that were brighter and hotter than ever before. The surprised teen took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
Immediately, sirens began a deafening wail and a half second later the ceiling above them started raining as the overhead sprinklers kicked on and drenched the two, almost as if the Mew had just performed an elaborate rain dance. It put out Cyndaquil's fire instantly.
A second later, the door opened with a loud bang and the two bewildered crew members were standing there.
The teen stood up slowly and dropped down low into his fighting stance. He was too close to completing his mission to stop, he practically had the target item and he could easily take the two men in front of him
As soon as he finished the thought, another six people filed into the room and surrounded the teen. In several white flashes their pokemon joined them.
The young Rocket Agent returned the still pissed off cyndaquil and dropped out of his fighting stance, and realized that he was going to have to do something that he never thought that he would ever do.
"I surrender."
A/N: What did you guys think? If you review leave a good quality review around 400 -500 words with what you liked and didn't like, what you think might need some work, predictions for what's going to happen next, etc. I'll do the same to you.