Prologue: Imagine if you will, a world that was once beautiful, full of wonderful creatures, some Magnificent, some Gentle, and some Strong. Man lived in true mutual piece with these creatures, these vast and various creatures that lived all over the Islands. Then one day...
The Rain was pouring heavily that night, a man in a lab coat ran, feet squelching in the mud, towards a building. Slamming his fists hard on the door yelling loudly. The door opened and he fell in on his knees coughing and breathing heavily, as a figure stood tall beside him.
"Prof-...professor.." the man coughed.
The Professor helped the man up taking off his soaking lab coat, "What is it Jeremy? What could be happening at this hour?" the man frowned looking at the poor flabbergasted man.
"They're monsters...they won't stop, all over Kanto...turn the radio on." He wheezed.
The Professor walked over to one of the new invention of Kanto, the connective radio.
"Reports of three giant creatures with wings are terrorizing over Kanto, freezing lakes, burning homes, and electrocuting people and creatures alike. We only ask, why have these creatures ruined our quiet lving? Destroy the fabric of simple life? Make such-"
The Professor flipped off the radio with a disgusted look on his face. "Mockery...this must be stopped, monsters everywhere with power like this on our island, awaiting the possible chance of them to ruin our very existence. We must find a way to neutralize them at once!" he shouted. Sighing tired he put his hand on his forehead rubbing it frustratingly. "And at dawn too..."
The two Professors slaved in the lab for days as the terror worsened all over. Sweating over their materials and most extensive possible technology to think and make a possible device to capture the creatures. Until finally they succeeded.
"We...we've done it...a MonsterSphere..." The Young Professor said.
"No..." The aged Professor smirked, "A PokeSphere..." And the two laughed. Even though high tensions were afoot, the two shared a moment, knowing well, they may not have one for a long time.
A Blond brightly lit bird Screeched as it flew through the skies. It soon spotted a giant Tan Rock the topside lighter with an engraved circle in the middle. It reminded the creature of what it was after. It Screech and dived at it.
"Jeremy, ready the launch!" The Professor shouted as he stood next to the 8 foot tall sphere. The Young Scientist ran around to the back of the ball where the stand the ball was on stood. The Launch configured to plummet the ball into the air.
"FIVE!" The young scientist shouted
"This is it..." The Old man mummered to himself.
"FOUR!"
"...the time has come."
"THREE!"
"This is for you, grandfather"
"TWO!"
"For always believing in me...thank you Grandfather Masaki..." he smiled.
"LAUNCH!!!!!!" The Man yelled out as he pushed a button shooting the ball into the air at the Monster. Before the monster could let out another war cry the Ball hit against it hard, and cried of pain. The hit surged throughout the ball as it opened up letting the creature fall into it cradled like a prison, and the ball shut itself locked. Once it finished with it's upward velocity, the Giant hollow rock fell deep down and splashed into the ocean, causing tsunami-like waves. And once that settled. It was never seen again.
"Men I would like to present, over the 27th year anniversary since the monster catcher was created...The Pokeball!" An Old Man presented holding his hands to a Tiny white shiny ball.
The Crowd of scientists clapped loudly and cheered, for they knew that this marvel would change the world.
"Yes, after 16 years of work the ball has finally been done, its sleek design allows to, when lightly tapped on the button in mid center, to grow and shrink in two sizes, which allows economic storability. And this ball when thrown against any non-human lifeform, will absorb in its very existence holding everything and when pressed at a much harder velocity it shall release the creature if necessary. And with a special tagging method on the ball, the monster can be recollected from near any distance with a beam that can shoot the distance of 2km!"
The crowd clapped very excited at this most amazing invention, it was beyond belief how it was created. The Professor smiled, he deserved this, but he was tonight asked to present this to the public for all towns to own, and he was unsure of if he wanted this, he looked over to his cage holding a small purple rat. He had come to love some of these creatures. Seeing they weren't all vicious, many he befriended. He didn't know if he even wanted his Pokeballs to be used unless they was another attack like before, but how would the public respond...?
"Damnit you old senile fool! Don't you realize we need to make sure these things are taken care of?" A man shouted. The Professor looked at him, holding his invention in a box closely to himself with a small fear of his situation.
"I am rethinking giving the Pokeball to anyone at all..." he sternly said.
"My House is infested with rats and birds who just won't leave and we can't even eat a meal without an annoyance!" A woman shouted.
"Little horned demons keep banging up our door and hurting our little boy!" Another person shouted.
"Please! Why must you torture us all?" A young woman cried tears swelling up as she soon broke out sobbing.
The professor frowned guilt ridden, he was about to open his mouth to speak before, "Face it! He won't help us! We must take care of the situation ourselves!!!!"
The Professor stood there frozen solid as the crowd left and knew he had done worse then he ever imagined, the words rang through his ears painfully, We Must take care of the situation ourselves!
"My God...what have I done..." he thought trembling.
The Next day reports all over of 'The Great plan' awoke. People alerted to take offensive action against these monsters. Everywhere creatures were harmed, those that could fly or were fast enough off small enough ran off and hid. Group efforts came in taking down creatures such as Grey skinned human-like monsters with amazing muscles and strength, or majestic fish that were beaten down and abused so horribly that eventually their offspring became nothing but weak and stupid fish that could barely swim. The creatures did fight back though, it was becoming a war, a horrible one and the professor had to do something immediately about it.
"I have Called you four here for a reason...Though you might be a Scientist like me, or in tune with their physical and spiritual strength, or a kind old lady...or just a young lad with an interest." The professor said smiling at the young boy and rubbed his head looking into his eyes still speaking to all of them "I am going to entrust you all with 6 Pokeballs each, and your mission is to capture and raise these creatures, these...'Pokemon'. I know you will not fail me, but when you do gather them, run...as far as you can up to the high mountains of Indigo and train and prepare for we need forces. Both Human and Pokemon to protect Kanto!" he shouted, as they all nodded in agreement aside the boy who replied.
"But Granpa Aspen...what about all the other Pokemon who might suffer?" the young boy innocently asked.
"Lance...my young grandson, your father would be very proud of you right now but he is Dead. And when your mother moved over to Jhoto to help aid the situation, I had to raise you. But I must let you go, and your mother wanted me to give you this" The Professor handed him a Pokeball, "She named it Dratini...it's a mini dragon Lance, and it needs your love."
Tears started to come to the little boys eyes but the professor wiped them away, "You've got the strongest heart of anyone in this room Lance...remember that. Agatha! Please take care of him, help rescue Pokemon with him, and remember," he said leaning in, "he's frightened of the dark and ghosts." The professor said frowning in a little light hearted of a way.
The Aged women smiled, "I will remember this Jeremy. Come young child." She said hand on his shoulder walking him outside with the others.
The Professor took a long sigh for a few minutes and picked up his steaming hot coffee, realizing his hand couldn't stop shaking. Dropping his mug he ran out with his nap sack.
Running throughout the forests of viridian he viewed people chasing out the Pokemon, armed with whips, knives, and other things. Gathering under the Bushes he bumped into someone. A Young girl with glasses and long red hair holding three eggs looked up at him.
"Mister Professor sir, is it right to hurt these things?" she said looking up with sad eyes.
"No, and you can call them Pokemon if you like. What are those eggs you have their dear?" He asked getting on one knee to be at her level and lower his chance of being spotted.
"They were too slow to make it out of the village so they were all attacked viciously, and the people started to break their eggs, but I snuck in and grabbed three. I don't know if my parents will let me keep them in our house though..."
"Here hand them over to me I promise to make sure they go in good hands." The Professor said accepting the three eggs from the girl as he lightly placed them in his sac.
"Now run back to your family, go on!" he said shooing her. The Professor had saved only a few Pokemon, and contemplating staying out to find more. Then upon hearing a mob nearing his area, he dashed back to his lab.
Setting the eggs in an incubator, he slumped down tired, and stared the eggs awaiting them to hatch, the started to think and said to himself.
"We need to make sure this doesn't happen again, I now realize I need more people to defend Pokemon, for each of the 8 cities where this is happening or might happen soon. Grabbing 25 Pokeballs and walking up to his rat in the cage he held a Pokeball to it absorbing it. He walked to his door.
"Viridian, Pewter, Celadon, Cerulean, Saffron, Vermilion, Fuchsia, and Cinnabar..." he muttered as he opened his door and left.