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Pokemon: New Beginning

Chapter 1 – The Wonderful, Yet Terrifying, Molly!

The Trainer Rubric of Act 2012

-All Pokémon Trainer License are hereby suspended until further notice!-

Due to past recent events the World Pokémon League has dutifully decided that all leagues, tournaments, or any kind of related event shall be permanently shut down. Pokémon battles have been increasingly reported on the amount of damage they cause, and many people fear for the wellbeing of the trainers that command them. Many incidents have occurred were the trainer has been on the receiving end of his/her Pokémon's attack, whether it be an accident or not, and then have to be taken to a doctor for treatment. Well, no more!

Pokémon are powerful and dangerous creatures so they must be treated with utmost caution. Not only do they attack when felt threatened but they are also controlled and used by ruthless villains. Every year more of these 'Team Rocket's', 'Team Galactic's', and 'Team Magma's' show up trying to take over the world, and every year they slowly get closer to that goal. How? Because they use Pokémon to do their dastardly deeds!

In order to protect the people of this Earth Pokémon must be removed from our lives, so that we will no longer have people like these ruffians roaming around.

Bill, a fellow scientist, has created a machine requested by authorities to locate any captured Pokémon if need be, and new rules have been set out for those who are trainers.

1) All Pokémon Gyms, Contest Halls, and Marts are now closed.

2)All Trainer Licenses are to be confiscated

3)Owners of Pokémon are to either release them back into the wild, or keep their Pokémon within their poke-balls at all times.

-Anyone who violates this rule will be arrested

4)Police officers and doctors are allowed one Pokémon to roam freely out of their poke-balls

5)Wild Pokémon are NOT to be captured

6)Pokémon Researchers/Professors can no longer give out starter Pokémon and must have permission to do any kind of investigations/studies

7)Children are now to remain in school until the age of seventeen

More information will be released in the coming weeks of the new requirements but the First Seven are to be followed without hesitation.

Welcome to the New World – Ghetsis

. . . Twelve years later

"Miss Waterflower, pay attention!"

A young girl, about ten, jumped out of her daydream at her teacher's shrill voice. Removing her eyes from the window, and the world outside, she apprehensively looked up to meet the furious eyes of the elderly woman. The girl swallowed, and her reddish brown eyes darted frantically between her teacher and giggling classmates, looking for an escape. She sighed when she saw none.

"Sorry, Mrs. Reagan, I was thinking . . . again."

Mrs. Reagan was less than satisfied by the statement, the girl could tell that much by the way the woman was irately tapping her foot and had her arms crossed across her chest.

"Well, if you have the time to 'think' during class then you must already know the answer to the question, Molly, so what is it then?"

The girl, Molly, blinked. "Question?" she asked.

Instead of verbally answering Mrs. Reagan merely pointed a long, crooked finger up to the board. Molly's gaze traveled over her teacher's strict writing and mentally came to an abrupt halt when she read the question.

Algebra, she groaned while placing her head in her hands, dread crawling up in stomach. She hated math!

Above her she heard Mrs. Reagan sigh and say, "I'm calling your aunts about this after class and . . . request for another conference."

Molly winced at the tone in the woman's voice. Obviously she was not looking forward to the talk with her aunts and herself. Then she groaned again when she pictured her aunts' reaction to her getting into trouble yet again. Not a pretty sight. Her ears were still ringing at the scolding she had gotten last month.

Suddenly the school bell rang overhead, announcing the end of the day, and kids hastily stood up and gathered their things, eager to leave as fast as possible. Molly couldn't but sigh in relief as she left her classroom, and began walking down the halls. As she strolled along kids of varying ages rushed past her, nearly running her over, but she merely rolled her eyes at their antics, and continued walking to the front door.

Pushing the glass doors open and walking down the school's front steps Molly was greeted with the sight that was Cerulean City. It was a peaceful place, with its beautiful river flowing through the middle of the tranquil city, and a waterfall could be seen in the distance falling over a nearby mountain. Besides its wonderful nature scenes Cerulean also had magnificent skyscrapers that shone brightly on sunny days, along with the Golden Bridge that crossed over the river. It was still the same cheerful city it was twelve years ago.

"Hey, Leader's daughter!"

Molly stopped when she heard a familiar, yet annoying, voice. Turning around she was met with the face of Gregory Wilson. Gregory was in the same class as her, and was pretty big for his age, he was also loud, brash, and very rude.

The girl dragged a weary hand through her spikey, black hair. "What do you want?"

"I am here to reclaim my honor!"

Molly mentally face palmed. How could she forget? The boy came from one of those very traditional families, and his father happened to run a martial arts dojo, so things like 'honor' was very important to a kid like him. How she'd apparently 'stolen' it from him was another story entirely.

It had started ever since the first grade, back when they were seven. During recess Gregory had been bullying this little boy, and Molly, not one to idly stand by, had stepped in and demanded him to stop. Of course he'd promptly laughed in her face saying that she was too small, and weak to do anything about it, but the girl easily ignored the biting comments and kept her cool façade. She would've gone easy on him if the idiot had just left it at that, but no, he had to make worse for himself. Her still boiled whenever she thought back to those terrible words.

"Besides you're a girl, and everyone knows that girls can't fight and that boys are better!"

Oh boy, had she shown him wrong. Molly had tackled him to the ground and then began pulling at his hair, punching his face, and kicked his shins for a good measure too, and the whole time Gregory had balled like a baby. Pathetic. Ever since then the boy was determined to fight her again, and reclaim his so called honor.

"Get lost, Gregory," Molly growled out in annoyance, and without waiting for a reply she resumed walking.

"H-hey, wait a second-"

"-I said no!"

". . . Fine! Just you wait though, Waterflower, I'll defeat you eventually!" And with whatever pride Gregory still had intact he stomped away, his nose held high in the air, going straight for the school buses.

Shaking her head the ten year old girl headed for home. She didn't live too far away from the Cerulean School of Learning, but it does take her a good twenty minutes to get there, though she really didn't mind. It allowed her to get to know her city better and its people. Every day when she walked home she would be greeted by Mr. Clark, the bicycle shop owner, or say a few pleasantries to her neighbors and admire the city's natural beauty. Plus she really didn't like riding the bus. All the kids were rowdy and she could never get a moment of peace to herself.

When Molly finally saw the roof of her home she let out a joyful smile. There truly was no place like home, and hers was the best there is in her opinion. According to her aunts it used to be one of the Pokémon Gyms about twelve years ago, the Cerulean Gym, home to water-type Pokémon, and that her mother used to be its Gym Leader. From what Aunt Daisy said Misty Waterflower used to be known far and wide as the 'tomboyish mermaid' and that her skills as a water-type trainer rivaled that of former Indigo Plateau's Elite Four Lorelei.

Molly sighed forlornly as she thought of her mother, a person who'd she wanted to meet so bad but has never gotten a chance. That was why she wore her hair in the same side ponytail that Misty had when she was her age, so that she could fell closer to her parent. The only difference was that her hair was black, while her mother's had been orange. Though, from what she heard from Aunt Violet, that was basically the only dissimilarity between her and Misty. Apparently she had her mother's fiery temper, and tomboyish personality, but she had her father's 'thick-headed' stubbornness.

Digging out her key from her backpack Molly then unlocked the front door of her house, and former Gym, and quietly slipped inside. After hanging up her blue and white jacket on the nearby coat racket and taking off her sneakers the girl then warily looked around the seemingly empty building. To her left she could hear the T.V. playing from within the living room, and to her right she could see that no one was currently in the kitchen. Perfect. That meant that her aunts weren't here, and were most likely swimming in the gym section of the house. Carefully she made her way down the hall and tiptoed lightly up the stairs, not wanting to notify her aunts that she was home, and silently dashed towards her room.

She skidded to an abrupt halt when she saw her door.

"Hello, Molly, did you have a good day at school?"

Or more like the three angry figures that were currently blocking said door.

Busted.

". . . Hi Aunt Daisy, Aunt Violet, Aunt Lily," Molly said in a defeated voice, her shoulders dropping at the very displeased glares she was receiving, "how, uh, are you today?"

Aunt Violet crossed her arms, "we were doing great until about ten minutes ago. Care to guess why?"

The girl decided to play dumb and take a wild shot in the dark. "Uh, you found out that I ate your favorite candy bars?"

Suddenly Aunt Lily's widened in realization, and she pointed an accusing finger at her niece. "Aha! So it was you, I knew it!"

"Lily . . ." Violet sighed tiredly, bringing her hand to cover her face to hide her slight embarrassment at her sister's absentmindedness.

The pink haired woman covered her mouth with her hand, and said, almost childishly, "Whoops, sorry, I forgot!" and returned to giving her niece a stern look.

"Molly, care to explain to me why we got another call from Mrs. Reagan asking for us to come speak with her this coming Friday after school?" Daisy spoke up, hands on her hips.

The ten year old unexpectedly found the floor very interesting.

"Well?" Daisy pressed on at her niece's lack of communication.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it any longer, Molly then blurted out, "It wasn't that big of a deal, honest, Aunt Daisy, I just wasn't paying attention in class and that old bat-!"

"-Watch that tone of yours young lady," Violet cut in warningly.

"But-"

"-No buts, Molly," Daisy said sternly, "this is the second time we've gotten a call from the school about your behavior, so as punishment; no T.V, no poke-gear, and bedtime at eight for a week."

"What, but that's not fair!" Molly protested furiously.

"Sorry, kiddo, but our word is final."

Not trusting herself to speak, in case she ended up saying something stupid, Molly gritted her teeth, pushed past her aunts, entered her room, and slammed the door shut before they could respond. Now in the safety confines of her room the girl carelessly threw her backpack on her bed, and exhaustedly leaned against her door. She hated arguing with her aunts, and it always seemed to leave her completely drained when she did.

"I swear that girl is just as stubborn as her father."

Molly instantly perked up as she heard her Aunt Daisy's muffled voice carry from the other side of her door.

"Really, I thought I was talking to Misty again." Aunt Violet.

"No I agree with Daisy," was Aunt Lily's cheerful reply, "if it was Misty then she'd have blown a fuse and storm out of the house!"

"Besides, we all know how thick-headed he was." Molly was surprised to hear the sad tone that her Aunt Daisy spoke in.

The conversation ended after that, and the three sisters went back downstairs to get dinner ready, leaving Molly to sit in her room alone with her thoughts. Deciding to move away from her door she walked over to her dresser and picked up a nearby picture frame. It was a photo of her three aunts and mother from about twenty years ago, making Daisy, Violet, and Lily fifteen, and her mother twelve years old at the time. She smiled in amusement at the scene the four sisters had been captured in. Lily had one of her arms around Violet, who appeared very annoyed, and had a huge smile on her face while giving the peace sign. Meanwhile Daisy seemed to be laughing and was ruffling the youngest sister's orange hair, much to Misty's displeasure.

Sighing Molly placed the picture back on her dresser and flopped down onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow.

Where are you Mom . . . Dad?

"Molly?"

The ten year old girl woke to the sound of her Aunt Violet's voice, and to the gentle shaking of her shoulder. Blinking in confusion she realized that she must've fallen asleep. With a yawn she drowsily sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Dinner is ready if you're hungry," Violet informed the girl.

"Kay, Aunt Vi," Molly replied after releasing another yawn.

Once she'd gotten out of bed the duo then left her room and headed downstairs towards the kitchen, where the girl could smell Daisy's wonderful cooking. Her stomach grumbled with the thought of food and Molly's step soon became more energized as she hurried past her aunt and all but sprinted to the kitchen. When she arrived at her destination she easily spotted Aunt Lily grabbing something from within the stove and Aunt Daisy setting up the table, but the girl was shocked to see a third person calmly sitting on a stool by the counter sipping on a glass of tea.

Molly's face instantly broke out into a grin when she saw the man's fiery red hair.

"Uncle Lance!" She exclaimed ecstatically, while running over to the former Kanto Champion and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Whoa, hey kiddo; long time no see," Lance said between chuckles. Putting down his drink the man then returned the girl's hug. "You need to stop growing kid. I could've sworn that the last time I visited you were barely past my knee."

By the table Daisy huffed at his words. "Well if you would come by more often maybe that won't happen."

"Oh come on, sweetheart, don't be like that," Lance tried to appease the woman, "you know that only makes me feel more guilty."

"Yeah, Aunt Daisy, give him a break," Molly defended her uncle, separating from the hug.

"That was kind of harsh, Daisy," Lily joined in as she placed a plate of freshly baked rolls on the table.

The blonde merely gave her sister a glare, and said, "Well how would you feel if your husband had to work almost halfway across the country!"

". . . not very happy," Lily meekly replied.

"That's what I thought."

Ignoring her bickering aunts Molly turned back towards her uncle. "So how long do you get to stay this time?" Her heart dropped when she saw the man's sad smile.

Sensing this Lance playfully ruffled her hair, "sorry, Molly, I wish I could stay longer but . . ." he slowly trailed off not knowing how to explain.

"But what," Molly prompted, wanting to know the reason why her uncle couldn't stay.

The former Champion hesitated, "I . . . I'll tell you when you're older."

Molly groaned, "Not that excuse again!"

The man chuckled, amused by her words. "Sorry kid."

Minutes later they were eating the delicious dinner that Daisy and Lily had cooked together. As the small family ate they listened to the news that Lance had brought home with him, well the adults did; Molly was more focused on going for thirds. He spoke of things here and there about his days in Viridian City, and then would listen to how the others had been doing. Molly listened for a while but soon got bored after she'd finished her food, so she excused herself to go do her homework.

Once she heard Molly's footsteps fade and heard the girl's door close Daisy turned to her husband. "So do you have anything new about them?"

"The rebellion?" Lance asked with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing that interesting, just that they're gaining more followers and are giving Team Plasma a hard time."

"Sounds like fun," Violet said wistfully, "I wish we were out there too."

"We promised Misty that we would look after Molly," Daisy reminded her sister, her voice flat, "she doesn't want her daughter involved in this."

"But Misty is our baby sister," Lily pointed out, a frown on her usually cheerful face, "we should be there too watching her back."

At this Lance smirked, "oh don't worry about Misty she'll be taken care of trust me."

"But what about you?" Daisy asked her husband, her eyes worried, "if Ghetsis finds out that you're spying on him . . ."

"He won't," Lance reassured the blonde, his hand resting on top of hers, "one of the privileges of being a former Champion is that he keeps me trapped in one place where he believes he can keep an eye on me, so that makes him think that there's no way that I could be up to something. That's why he keeps me in Viridian so much."

"Alright, if you say so," Daisy responded, her worry slightly abated for now.

"Lance," Violet said, catching the man's attention, "have you heard from any of the other Champions, Elite Four, or Gym Leaders?"

A thoughtful look came over Lance's face. "Well, I know that Steven and Cynthia are also being closely monitored, but from my few short conversations with them I was able to gather that Steven and his father are secretly making various items for the rebels, but that's about it. Agatha says that all the Elite Four members are on lockdown as well, and as for the Gym Leaders . . ."

"Well," Violet urged, encouraging the man to continue.

"They're slowly dropping off the map. One by one they're 'disappearing' without a trace," Lance paused to take a sip from his tea, then resumed, "no doubt you can guess on your own where they've gone."

"The rebellion," Lily answered.

"Bingo."

Daisy's brows furrowed in confusion as a thought occurred to her. "Won't Team Plasma notice that the Gym Leaders are missing though?"

Lance nodded, "they already have, but they're not going to do anything about it."

"What? Why?"

"Because Ghetsis doesn't see them as a threat, and from his point of view, why should he waste his resources searching for people that that couldn't possibly pose a challenge to him," Lance snorted, "I swear that man thinks he's so high and mighty just because he has a legendary Pokémon backing him up."

The former Champion's biting words were soon replaced by a heavy silence as all four of the adults became lost in their thoughts, going over the information that they had just learned. As they reflected on the dismal situation their minds instinctively drifted off to better and happier times, back when they were free from Ghetsis' tyranny, when Pokémon were always by their sides, and when a boy and his Pikachu weren't forced to leave his family behind.

Molly looked up from her game of Solitaire; her homework already finished, and glanced over to her door when she heard it open. She was currently laying on her stomach on her bed, and now in pajamas, but when she saw that it was her uncle standing in her doorway she quickly maneuvered herself into sitting in a cross-legged position, her game momentarily forgotten. She gave him a radiant smile as he entered her room.

"You know," Lance began as he walked over to his niece, while avoiding the piles of clothes and toys sprawled out on the floor, "you should really clean your room whenever you get the chance. It makes it rather difficult to walk when you're trying not to step on someone's belongings."

Molly giggled at her uncle's playful tone and gave him a cheeky grin. "Maybe you're just getting old, Uncle Lance. How old are you now? Forty?"

Lance instantly bristled at the accusation, "I'll have you know that I am NOT forty, I am thirty-six!"

The girl shrugged, "same difference really, you just have four more years left then you'll really be old!"

Sighing in defeat at his niece's childish logic, and stubbornness, the man then took a seat next to the ten year old on the edge of her bed and teasingly ruffled her hair, which was now out of its usual side ponytail.

"So," Molly spoke up after her uncle removed his hand from her head, "why did you come up here?"

"Well, first off, your aunts sent me up here to inform you that it is almost eight, and to get ready for bed," Lance's smile then dropped a few degrees, "and to say goodbye."

"Already," Molly asked sadly.

"Sorry, kid, I really do wish that I could stay longer but-"

"-You gotta go back to Viridian." Molly finished for him.

Lance, regrettably, nodded.

"Then can you-before you leave . . . can you tuck me in? Like you used to when I was younger?" Molly requested shyly.

"Of course I can, Molly," Lance said warmly. "Now go brush your teeth first okay."

"Kay!"

Five minutes later Molly returned from the bathroom across the hall after brushing her teeth and using the restroom, and, once she had picked up her cards and set them on her dresser, she hopped back into bed. Shaking his head in slight amusement at his niece's energy, Lance then grabbed the bed's fluffy, blue covers and gently laid them over the girl, bringing them up to her chin.

"Goodnight my little Dratini, have sweet dreams," Lance said while brushing back Molly's hair from her face.

"Night Uncle Lance," Molly responded sleepily, her eyes already closing.

Seeing that Molly was just about asleep Lance began walking to the door. Turning the door knob the man quietly opened the door, flicked off the light, and, after giving one more glance over his shoulder to check that Molly was indeed asleep, he silently exited the room, closing the door behind him as he did. Though his appearance was calm, inside he couldn't help but feel troubled. The girl may have the love of her aunts and himself, but what she really needed was the love of her parents, who she had yet to meet. Lance felt a wave of resentment when he thought of his two friends. How they could just leave their only child was beyond him.

Meanwhile, though Molly's eyes might've been closed her thoughts were far from sleep. Her mind was still thinking back to what her uncle had called her. If she remembered correctly Dratini was the name of a Pokémon, but according to Mrs. Reagan Pokémon were supposed to be considered dangerous, and evil, so why would her uncle call her that?

She was very confused.

Review please! Tell me what you think!

And a little side note - If you guys are wondering Ash and ect. will play major roles in this story, they're just not the 'main' characters. Another thing is that, for example, Ash would've been about twenty years old when the Trainer Rubric took place, so that would make him roughly thirty-two in this story. Hopefully that helps out with the timeline.