Chapter 1-

"Inferno use your Fire Spin!"

"Cham, dodge and use your Thunder Punch."

The Charizard unleashed a huge stream of fire at the Medicham, but it missed. The Medicham on the other hand was right on the money. The weakened Charizard fell to the ground.

"Charizard is out. Team Katana wins the match." the judge announced.

"Dammit." I whispered. I know what's going to happen now. I recall the Charizard and head back to the hauler. I can already see my boss in there. He has no expression on his face. I'm in big trouble.

"Mr. Mathews, when I hired you, did I not make it clear that as a member of the Liberty Team, losing is intolerable?"

"Yes sir."

"Then would you kindly explain to me what happened out there?"

"Well sir, Inferno is weak against electric attacks since it's part flying…"

"SILENCE. My pokemon are not weak. You however are weak and pathetic." he said, pulling out a whip. "I lost 1000 on this match, so you get 10 lashes." His huge assistant, the aptly named Biff, held me down while he beat me. I was used to it by now. I can't win every time. It hurt, but I held back my tears- it wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to me. After he was done, I stood up. He pulled out a piece of paper. I recognized it as my contract. "I am tired of losing money on you. I am firing you, and additionally, I am paying you nothing for your services, or lack thereof."

"But you promised me…"

"I promised you money if you would help me win. You have failed. Give me my Charizard and get the hell out of my sight."

I stood there in shock. I had worked for Mr. Perks for nine months. I had gotten his pokemon so strong. I had won so many matches. I had endured so much punishment. Now he was firing me, without any pay?

"But what will happen to me? How will I survive?"

"It's not my problem. I've given you at least 500 by now. Use your little 16 year old brain for once and figure it out."

"Fine." I said throwing the pokeball at him. "Fuck you, you stupid bastard. You're never going to win any matches anyway because you have as much knowledge about pokemon as that rock over there. Goodbye." I stormed out of his hauler, giving him the finger for good measure. It felt good to finally say that to him. But after they were out of sight, panic clutched my chest. I have no home, no food, and only 200 left of my pitiful earnings. Guess I have to go back to sleeping in shelters and stealing until I can get another gig. Luckily we had been battling close to Viridian City. Maybe I can stay in the Pokemon Center one night.

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I pulled up my hood and walked into the Center. It was bright- I always hated that. I walked up to the counter.

"Hello, my name is Nurse Joy, and welcome to the Viridian City Pokemon Trainer Center. How may I help you?"

"Yeah, how much for a room for a night?"

"Are you a trainer?"

"Yes."

"Then it is only 15."

"Fine, I'll take a room then."

"Okay, here are the keys, and I'll take your money."

I handed her the money and quickly went to the room. Luckily it had a computer. I logged on and found a map of the area. I know I can't stay here in Viridian City because there is too much of a Team Rocket presence. I may be desperate, but not enough to join them. And there's no way I could get away with any stealing with them around. I notice a town to the south- Pallet Town. I can probably steal some stuff down there. I go to bed and stare at the ceiling. I can't get to sleep. I hate my life right now.

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After waking up, I take some breakfast stuff from the Center and give Nurse Joy her keys, then head out. I'm going to have to walk a long ways to get to that town. As I walk through the Viridian Forest, I think about how messed up my life is. I wish things could be easier. I wish trainers could afford to catch pokemon. I wish I didn't have to work for stupid people who didn't know a thing about pokemon, yet had them and wanted them to be in battles. I felt sorry for Mr. Perks' pokemon as well as for the next sap that would have to work for him.

You all are probably wondering what I'm even talking about. You see, only the rich can afford to take care of pokemon. It takes a lot of money to be able to afford the necessities it takes to raise even just one pokemon. But battling with pokemon has been a part of human history since ancient times. So a Pokemon Battling Commission was set up a long time ago to govern over pokemon battling. It was quickly found though that the rich people that owned the pokemon didn't actually feel like going through all the training and battling, they just liked the prestige of owning winning pokemon. So they hired people to battle the pokemon for them. These people are called trainers. Most of us are just free agents who can be signed to the various pokemon teams that exist in the world. All that is required is to get a license that we have a basic understanding of pokemon knowledge and the rules of the PBC.

Teams generally challenge each other at any time for pride and money. There are PBC tournaments held throughout the year as well. There are five divisions that teams reside in based on the number of pokemon on the team and how many battles they have won, as well as who those wins were against. I don't care to know the formula they use to figure it out. Division 1 is the lowest, 5 is the elites. The team I just got fired from is a Division 2 team. Some teams have several trainers on them, some are just a rich guy sending a trainer off to go battle around and bring back some cash while he sits in a hot tub and gets happy endings to his massages. Or you have my case where the owner actually goes around too and happens to have anger management issues.

Oh good, I can see a town up ahead. It must be that Pallet Town. I pull my hood up and head down the main street, looking for a good target. I'll just look for some food to steal tonight. I hate stealing money, so I'll put that off as long as possible. As I walk down the streets, all I see are some small shops and then houses. This doesn't look like much of a selection. Wait a minute. Is that some kind of ranch? There's a huge manor on top of a hill, and there is a ton of land around it. Whoever lives there must be the richest person in this town. Oh wow. There are pokemon at that ranch! That means there is probably some kind of storage shed with food in it. That's the target. I'll wait until night to do the deed…

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It was pretty dark out when I decided to go on the prowl in the ranch. I climbed over the fence around the property and started look for a shed or something that could have the food in it. I have to be quiet or I could disturb some of the pokemon, and that's the last thing I want. The place is big, and I walk around for a while before I see a shed. I walk over to it and open it. Nothing here but tools and garden stuff. I close it and walk around some more. I go closer to the house to see if maybe the food is stored right next to the house itself. I start near the back. I see what looks like it might be a shed. I walk over to it and this one has a lock. This looks more promising. I begin to fiddle with the lock and try to unlock it. It's one that needs a key, so I might be able to pick it. As I get to working on it, it doesn't take long before it opens. I take the lock off and open the doors. I walk in and turn on the light.

"I think you've gone far enough now." I hear from a voice behind me.

Uh-oh, I'm in deep shit.

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