Disclaimer: If I owned Pokémon, why would I be writing fanfics? Dracokarp was created by Murgatroyd of the PoJo Message Board (which, also does not belong to me).
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Scarlet: Chapter One: And So It Begins…
Michael Maryweather woke up. It took him a few moments to register what was supposed to happen that day, but when he did, he leaped out of bed and got dressed in a big hurry. He ran down the stairs to the kitchen, almost tripping twice. He grabbed a bagel off the counter, and poured some milk into a paper cup and ran out the door. He had a good reason to be excited. Today, he started his Pokémon journey.
There were about ten people at Professor Sumac's lab that morning. The professor opened the door and stepped out. "Good morning future Pokémon masters! The old saying goes, 'A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step'. This is your first step into the world of Pokémon training. A world of dreams and adventures awaits!" After his speech, he led the kids into his lab to some tables. He spoke again, "The last thing that I need is to have you answer this questionnaire so that I can tell you what kind of Pokémon you should start with."
Everyone took the test, and Michael's said that he should get a Flying-type. With the choice of either a Pidgey or a Zubat, he chose Zubat. Professor Sumac handed Michael a Pokédex and two Pokéballs. "Thank you, Professor," Michael said, "I'll be sure to call you when I reach Pallet Town." With that, he left to get the rubber raft that his father gave him. Michael lived on a small island south of Pallet, but north of Cinnabar. He got it out of the garage at his house, and took it to the dock.
He had just inflated it and was about to get in, when a man approached him and asked, "Hey kid, ya wanna buy a fishing pole? This pole's in top shape, and it will help you catch Pokémon. It's only $30."
Michael shoved his hands into his pockets. "I only have $25," he replied.
"That'll do," said the man. He handed the pole to Michael and Michael handed him the money. "Thanks, kid."
Michael stepped into his raft and set off. "Zubat, come out!" he said. The Zubat materialized before him and sat on his shoulder. "What do you think, Zubat? We're on the open sea."
"Bat," Zubat replied.
A few hours passed, and the island town of Port Aurora drifted farther into the distance. Michael said to Zubat, "Why don't we see if that rod is worth the $25 that I paid." Zubat nodded. He cast his line out into the water and waited. After about a half an hour, there was a tug at the line. "Wow, Zubat, a bite!" He reeled in a red fish. "I think that that is a Magikarp, but let's see." Michael fumbled for his Pokédex, but dropped it. It hit the rim of the raft and the batteries popped out and fell into the sea. "Well, we'll just have to wing it. Zubat, give it a Leech Life!" Zubat flew over to its target and bit it, draining its energy. "Now Bite!"
Zubat lunged at the fish and sunk its teeth into its bony hide. "All right, Zubat, good. Pokéball GO!!!"
The red and white sphere flew at the fish and absorbed it in a glow of red light. It wiggled a few times and then fell silent. "Zubat, fly over there and get that Magikarp before it sinks," Michael said. The bat flew over and plucked the Magikarp's ball out of the water. "Hey Zubat, I can see Pallet Town in the distance, we might get there before sundown."
Elsewhere:
"Giovanni, sir, we've lost traces of the Dracokarp prototype," said a black clad man to a radio.
"Find it. Or you and your team will be dealt with by ME," came the crackling voice on the other end.
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So, what did you think? I live on feedback. Shiningdarkness1@aol.com
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Scarlet: Chapter One: And So It Begins…
Michael Maryweather woke up. It took him a few moments to register what was supposed to happen that day, but when he did, he leaped out of bed and got dressed in a big hurry. He ran down the stairs to the kitchen, almost tripping twice. He grabbed a bagel off the counter, and poured some milk into a paper cup and ran out the door. He had a good reason to be excited. Today, he started his Pokémon journey.
There were about ten people at Professor Sumac's lab that morning. The professor opened the door and stepped out. "Good morning future Pokémon masters! The old saying goes, 'A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step'. This is your first step into the world of Pokémon training. A world of dreams and adventures awaits!" After his speech, he led the kids into his lab to some tables. He spoke again, "The last thing that I need is to have you answer this questionnaire so that I can tell you what kind of Pokémon you should start with."
Everyone took the test, and Michael's said that he should get a Flying-type. With the choice of either a Pidgey or a Zubat, he chose Zubat. Professor Sumac handed Michael a Pokédex and two Pokéballs. "Thank you, Professor," Michael said, "I'll be sure to call you when I reach Pallet Town." With that, he left to get the rubber raft that his father gave him. Michael lived on a small island south of Pallet, but north of Cinnabar. He got it out of the garage at his house, and took it to the dock.
He had just inflated it and was about to get in, when a man approached him and asked, "Hey kid, ya wanna buy a fishing pole? This pole's in top shape, and it will help you catch Pokémon. It's only $30."
Michael shoved his hands into his pockets. "I only have $25," he replied.
"That'll do," said the man. He handed the pole to Michael and Michael handed him the money. "Thanks, kid."
Michael stepped into his raft and set off. "Zubat, come out!" he said. The Zubat materialized before him and sat on his shoulder. "What do you think, Zubat? We're on the open sea."
"Bat," Zubat replied.
A few hours passed, and the island town of Port Aurora drifted farther into the distance. Michael said to Zubat, "Why don't we see if that rod is worth the $25 that I paid." Zubat nodded. He cast his line out into the water and waited. After about a half an hour, there was a tug at the line. "Wow, Zubat, a bite!" He reeled in a red fish. "I think that that is a Magikarp, but let's see." Michael fumbled for his Pokédex, but dropped it. It hit the rim of the raft and the batteries popped out and fell into the sea. "Well, we'll just have to wing it. Zubat, give it a Leech Life!" Zubat flew over to its target and bit it, draining its energy. "Now Bite!"
Zubat lunged at the fish and sunk its teeth into its bony hide. "All right, Zubat, good. Pokéball GO!!!"
The red and white sphere flew at the fish and absorbed it in a glow of red light. It wiggled a few times and then fell silent. "Zubat, fly over there and get that Magikarp before it sinks," Michael said. The bat flew over and plucked the Magikarp's ball out of the water. "Hey Zubat, I can see Pallet Town in the distance, we might get there before sundown."
Elsewhere:
"Giovanni, sir, we've lost traces of the Dracokarp prototype," said a black clad man to a radio.
"Find it. Or you and your team will be dealt with by ME," came the crackling voice on the other end.
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So, what did you think? I live on feedback. Shiningdarkness1@aol.com