Hey guys and welcome to Hellbound 1: Rogue.
I would like to dedicate this fic to my writing idol and there person who inspired me Mr Itssupereffective and please check out his page after you read this chapter of course. I n this story Unova is nonexistent and Johto has the vertigo plateau and their own league. (Sorry but I dispise the black and wight games and series and X and Y I haven't seen any of it yet soooooo.
Ages (real time):
Dexter (Ash): 19
Dexter's (Ash's) mates:
Capt Volt: 22
Pyro: 18
Teigan: 16
Dillon: 17
Champions
Cynthia: 19 (because I asked Dialga to make her younger.)
Gold: 17
Steven: 35
Lance: 43
Dawn: 16
May: 17
Paul: 18
Disclamer: I…DON'T…OWN…POKEMON!
He sits in the train cabin a Heckler and Kock G36 in hand he adjusts the scope and leans back glaring at the poster for some pizzeria simulator on the tacky plasterboard wall. He wears a black leather café racer and some black band shirt underneath "Delta, is your side all clear?" A voice on a walkie talkie blurt out addressing him by his code name.
"If rocks, dirt and sanshrew are your attackers then no." He growls in to the magikarp shaped walkie talkie.
"If you're pissed about the kids walkie talkie it was cheap," The walkie-talkie relayed.
"Good," He muttered with a hard look in his eyes.
A loud roar is heard and he looks and sees a group of some motorbikes and a transport truck belting towards the train kicking up dust and playing 'Born to be Wild' over loud speakers.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," He growled "We have company inbound!"
"Numbers?"
"About 10 motorbikes and a truck."
"What are they doin-" The device started as a thug punched it out of Delta's hand it.
"It's ya nose next time!" The thug grunted as he swung again.
The man dubbed Delta blocked and fired a powerful punch in to the thug's stomach, as the thug recovers and tries to punch him, he side steps and trips the man making him fall to the dirt path out of the train window. He cocks his sub-machine gun and shoots at 5 motorbikes.
"Is that the best you got?" He taunts as they shoot bullet after bullet at him and his cabin in the train with no prevail.
He tuns and fires at the wall demolishing it and driving his foot though the remains, to catch several men dressed in desert fatigues trying to board the speeding train.
Delta smiles as the men panic and try to aim their guns at him but stop when he slowly draws a machete from its sheath on his belt.
"Let's play,"
You don't want to know what happens next.
Time skip
Delta takes a case of money from a slightly pudgy man in a black and white suit man smiling at him. "You are a fine warrior, Mr. Delta,"
"Please, call me Dexter,"
"Of course Mr. Dexter,"
"Just Dexter,"
Later that night Dexter rolled over in the bed groaning in his sleep about how he was turned on, about there betrayal.
Ash strides with confidence and pride his face is anything but. A face of misery and defeat. Beaten. By Paul of all people. He was a better person though and with the combined discipline and harsh training of the old Paul and the kind and caring of the new Paul, well, he was a worthy opponent and a great rival. Yet Ash was still upset, in an attempt to make someone a better person he made a stronger trainer than he.
He marches homebound in his Sinnoh traveling clothes, a battered traveling cloak around his shoulders. But something is wrong, South the direction of Pallet a strong wind pulses with an air of sulfur. 'Fire.' Ash thinks as he runs the chances being a fire trainer set a fire of in or near his home town ,and with no water type, let it grow.
As he nears Pallet he sees clear smoke and clear flames. He also sees men doing nothing to hinder the fire but fueling it with gasoline.
"What the hell are you doing to my house!" he yells as he calls out Charizard. "Charizard use…" He began
"Not so fast Mr. Ketchum," A man in an orange suit laughs as a wave of water slams in to Charizard. "Were going to have fun first."
He raises a gloved hand with a gleaming silver revolver in it and…
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Five gunshot ring out.
Ash only watches as his Mum and Oak and Tracey fall blood spurting from their chests.
"MUUUUUM!" Ash yells inaudibly as the sad orchestra music starts and the manic laughs and so do his men and Growlithe (Inaudibly or soundless) the soot and sulfur fill his lungs as he coughs and splutters choking out globs of blackened spittle and mucus. He cries as Pikachu is thrown to the ground and cut across the face and then stabbed by their leader who forces the dagger in to his own hand as well as the gun.
Ash lies there as the squad of Growlithe walk to their choppers and fly away.
He crawls to where his mum was dying and desperately spoke to her.
"Mum, mum please, don't leave me." He begs as his mum utters her last few words.
"Ash, you are a unique boy. There is nobody (Cough) like you in the world. Please, Ash, your (Cough) fathers name (Cough) is (Cough, splutter) R-Red (Dun, Dun, Duuuuun). Delia utter as her last breath seeped out of her mouth.
Ash felt his brain start to close down and then he passed out.
Mother of god (takes of sunglasses) better than Marly and Me (Oh god, that film is a real heart wreancher (sniff) anyway hope you like my choice to restart this fic and if you have any constructive criticism please share away. If you don't like it… sod off. But don't feel push or anything but please leave a favorite and follow. Sorry this chapters short but I ran out of ideas.
NightsRise turning off the lights