(Author's Note: This is a fan created story set in the world of the Pokemon game series. I take no credit for anything copyrighted and hope you enjoy!)

HARSH REALITY

CHAPTER 1

The world of Pokemon is not a game.

In a world overrun with powerful monsters vastly outnumbering the humans, certain measures had to be taken. The government began learning of a way to harness and control the power of these creatures so that they could keep them maintained. I'll bet they have a hidden agenda. Government pigs always do. But instead of harnessing the power for themselves and keeping everybody in the dark, they're letting the people thin the numbers. They encourage people to capture and command these beasts they've called 'Pokemon' to fight one another, and they even made a fucking sport out of it to encourage the whole damn thing.

They've released capture devices called 'Pokeballs' to contain the monsters. They are available at every shop in every city. For years people have been leaving their homes to venture out on some bullshit quest to become the greatest 'Pokemon Trainer', travelling from town to town in order to defeat the 'Gym Leaders' (The 8 government officials). Bunch of mindless idiots if you ask me.

I refused to be a part of it all. For years I resisted it. But something happened back home, in Pallet Town. Something that forced me into this 'adventure'.

And that fuckin' bastard won't get away with what he did!

So now I sit here, in Viridian City, next to my very own pokemon. It's a small orange lizard with a flame on the end of its tail, a Charmander I think it's called. Figured the little bastard needed a name.

Torch I called him. Never need a proper torch when I have this guy out.

I thought pokemon were all vicious, wild beasts but Torch here seems pretty content at the moment. I usually keep him outside of his pokeball, as I've been attacked countless times from random wild pidgeons and rats that seem to spring out from nowhere. And after a few fights Torch finally did a fire attack. Not a giant burst of awesome flames but its progress at least.

I need to get stronger, I need Torch to get stronger, and I'll need more of these Pokemon if I have any chance of getting back at 'him'.

Easier said than done, as I had a furry, savage little monkey before this. Called her Scorn, like a woman's fury. Suited the little thing monster I thought. I was trying to train her, as she was fairly weak at the time and I needed her to be stronger. Problem was I didn't care about her well-being. I didn't care what these beasts did to each other, that they fought each other with savage intent until one couldn't move any longer. I was helping solve the problem right? Whatever.

But it's not until you see that little creature getting beaten to death, the life fading from its once lively eyes that you realise that the things everyone has been saying are true. The world is really a brutal place. And this little blood soaked monkey thing died because of me. I didn't care enough to call it back, or at least switch it with Torch. It was too late.

As much as I thought I wouldn't care, this little creature was dead because of my carelessness. It's like I had let a random child take a beating while I just sat back and did nothing about it. I never thought I could be that person. But I was.

I looked down at Torch, and the thought of him being killed in front of me literally sickened me. What kind of person would I be if I did that to someone else and their pokemon? Besides, I'm not some brainwashed fuckwit the government has implanted ideas in. I make my own choices dammit!

Besides, Bel wouldn't want me to kill just because everybody else does. If she saw the way I didn't give a shit about Scorn before she was killed she'd never look at me the same. I couldn't live with myself if she hated me.

I'll get you back Bel! I promise you!