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Chapter 1: When Was an Introduction Ever Useful?
Aidan was peaceful lying on a small hill looking up at the stars. The darkness around him combined with the softness of the grass and the soft chirp of crickets in the distance comforted him, lulling him into a tranquil state, the feeling of which only a few would ever know. His white hair stayed still, combed over to one side in a spike on his right, as a breeze blew by with the night's moisture and the cold fall air. There was no one around him, and he was almost felling happy for the first time in a long time. However, he started to fell, uneasy. There was something wrong. Something was about to happen, but what was causing the feeling was a mystery.
Aidan sat up slowly and looked around as he stretched his arms out above him. Next to him was his brown leather bag, full of survival equipment, and his semi-automatic rifle. He then looked down at his clothes in contempt; his khakis were severely worn, and the black combat boots he had were falling apart. Slowly looking up a little more he stared at his camo coat over his thick bulletproof armor.
Reaching underneath his vest, through the neck hole, he pulled out a stainless steel locket, on it was printed the words, "Nemo Me Impune Lacessit". Opening it he could see a picture of his mother, the only person who ever really cared for him. Her hair was almost white, like Aidan's but her eyes were a bright green, and shone bright even under the light of the stars. As Aidan looked at his mother he wished he had her eyes, instead of his blood red eyes that made him look evil or demonic. Aidan returned the locket back under his vest with a small tear swelling up in his eye for the mother he missed so much.
As Aidan stood up he started feeling uneasy again. Looking at his black, plastic watch, he read the time of 0:31 a.m. in his head. He picked his heavy backpack and slung it over his shoulder and caught the other strap with his other hand, and then slid both his arms through. Feeling its weight he sighed and adjusted it so it sat comfortably on his shoulders. Then he picked up his gun and had it sit at his side with the strap over his right arm for easy access. Aidan then began to walk towards his camp to see his commanding officer about the feeling he was having.
As he walked the feeling kept getting worse until it started to hurt in his heart, like a heartache waiting to happen. In an attempt to distract himself from it he thought back to how he joined the Army.
Aidan was sitting in his room watching T.V. peacefully, when his mother walked in and sat next to him on couch. He was watching some show about a trainer named Killian McSlasher who was beating trainers left and right. However, with a recent update he was having trouble beating the Elite 4 and was on his third try which was being aired on T.V. Aidan started feeling like something was wrong with his mother. Giving her a slight glance he was reassured of this because she was frowning. This was strange for his mother since she usually smiled all the time.
"What's wrong mother," Aidan asked in his cold, emotionless voice, dry from disuse. Aidan never really had any friends, so most of his time was spent inside with his mother where he was homeschooled to prevent him from being made fun of because of his condition.
"Aidan, there's a time when every child must leave their home and live on their own," she said with a tear building in her eye. "I know your only 15, and it's very early, but the HDC is in need of smart, talented individuals to put down the Magma, Aqua and Rocket. So I signed you up to help." This time she couldn't hold back her tears and they streamed down her face.
Feeling that there was more to this then what his mother was telling him, he replied, "Why did you really sign me up?" His mother just kept crying hiding her face in her hands. Turning his head the other way, he thought for a second, and then looking back at her, he asked, "When do I need to leave?"
"You leave tomorrow," she stuttered out through tears.
Then reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a locket, and handing it to Aidan, he read the words engraved into it out loud, "Nemo Me Impune Lacessit". He had a little experience in Latin, and could make out the words to mean, No one provokes me with impunity.
"I want you to have this locket to remember me." She said giving him a big hug. Aidan didn't like seeing his mother so sad, so he returned the hug to try and cheer her up. "I'll help you pack, since you have never gone away from home like this."
"Thank you," Aidan replied quietly as they both got up and headed to his room.
His room was perfectly clean, and the few things he had were organized extensively, making it only take a few minutes to pack everything he'd need for a long trip.
Once they were done, the day continued as normal until nighttime came and he went to bed. After waiting for his mother to fall asleep, he crept downstairs into the kitchen where the mail was sitting on the table. Looking through it, he found an open envelope addressed from the Hoenn Defense Corps. Inside was a letter. Reading the letter, he realized why his mother was so upset. It said that if she did not sign him up for the HDC then they would have her arrested and Aidan killed. Also describing that they could easily with what Aidan was, claiming he was a threat to National Security. Putting the letter back, he when back to his room not sure how to react to this.
Suddenly the sound of gunshots rang out waking Aidan from his memory. Looking around he realized they were coming from his camp. Lifting his weapon he sprinted back to the camp and when he arrived, the place was in ruins. Looking around he could see the bodies of his comrades everywhere, riddled with bullets. Fire was burning many of the tents that had been put up for the night. Aidan looked around, even though the camp was dark, it didn't affect him much. His eyesight was above normal, he had excellent night vision. After looking for a moment, he saw movement on the other side of the camp, outside his tent. Looking closer, he could see one person, with dual 'R's on their back. 'Red Rocket,' Aidan thought to himself calmly. Bringing up his gun to eye level, he aimed the center of the scope on the rocket. Holding his breath, he fired the shot. The bullet flew through the air, striking the Rocket. It put its hands to it's neck and fell over, and laid there not moving. It was a direct hit.
Hiding in a nearby tent, Aidan peaked out only one of his eyes visible outside tent. Two Rockets walked towards the tent he was hiding in. Ducking inside he crouched behind the flap. The Rockets stopped in front of the tent he was in.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,' Aidan thought to himself expecting the people to walk in, but instead, they started talking.
"Where is the bastard Aidan? If we don't find him Fearghas will be pissed as all hell," the first rocket said.
"Fuck, he might have known we were coming and ran off like the pathetic, freak he is," the second one said.
Aidan was forcing himself to stay calm to see if they had more information that they felt like shouting out. After a moment of silence the two rockets, shrugged, and started walking away. When Aidan noticed, he stepped out the tent with his gun aimed at the two Rockets, making a rustling noise that made the two rockets turn.
Before they could say anything, Aidan said, "I don't run, mother fucker." One of the Rockets began to yell, "We fo-", but that was far as he got before Aidan shot a bullet, that imbedded itself into the skull of its intended target. The other took a shot at Aidan, that punched a hole into his left shoulder. However, Aidan still got his second shot off before he felt the pain of the bullet in his shoulder. Wincing in pain, he pulled a syringe out of his pocket and injected it into his shoulder, numbing the pain.
Then grabbing one of them by their foot, he pulled them into the tent where he had been hiding. He then searched the Rocket for anything of use. He found a walkie-talkie and turned it off set down. Then he stripped the Rocket and took off his uniform, donning the Rockets outfit, after he field dressed his bullet wound. Thankfully the hat the rocket had been wearing was large enough to cover the large, black spike that came out the side of his head. Then pulling the hat down a little bit to cover his eyes, he traded guns and everything else he might need, and put the walkie-talkie into the pocket on the uniform along with his normal ID and wallet. Then he redressed the Rocket in the army uniform, just in case.
Then just as he finished redressing the guy, someone walked into the tent. The guy was bigger than most of the other Rockets Aidan had seen. The man then said, "What happened here?"
"This guy popped out of the tent and shot at us," Aidan replied with no waver or fear in his voice. "He missed me, but the other guy wasn't so lucky. I shot back and he fell backwards into the tent."
"Why were you kneeling next to him then?" the man said suspiciously.
"I was checking for anything that might help us find the Pokemorph."
"Good," the man said nodding a little, "Good work, keep it up." The man then turned out of the tent and walked off. Aidan sighed a little in relief that his lie worked.
Then realizing he had forgotten to do something important. Pulling out the Rockets wallet, he checked the name. Roz Watkins, the ID said. The man looked slightly like Aidan lucky enough. They both had white hair, and they had the same red eyes. Standing up he hoped the man didn't have a family or children. Leaving the tent he looked around to see the commander start to motion for all the Rockets to form around him. They all walked over to him, Aidan followed trying to attract as little attention to himself as possible. Aidan stood in the back trying to avoid eye contact with any of the other rockets.
"He must of left here, so everyone spread and search the woods for any sign of him," the commander spoke loudly to the group. Everyone turned and ran to the outskirts of the camp, Aidan following suit. As soon as they got to the woods, he walked a long distance away, trying to get out of sight. Eventually, he was far enough that he couldn't hear any Rockets.
Looking around for reassurance, he started running towards what he remembered as the direction to the nearest Pokémon Center.
End of Chapter 1
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