TRG71: Hey guys, this is my first story.

Shade: I wouldn't read this shit if I were you… IT SUCKS.

TRG71: SHADE, HOW DARE YOU! *puts shade in her pokéball*

Anyway I hope you like it

I, ThatRandomGuy71, do not own Pokémon, it belongs to its owners, goddamn luck Satoshi… I only own my OCs

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All journeys that came to be were small at one point. They began with an idea or reason that had motivation, and became an adventure. These journeys can spark dreams; some never come true, while others become reality.

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16 year old Jonathan Mathews, or Jon for short, was a unique young man. He was about 6'5 and weighed about 212 lbs. he had tan skin, black hair, and broad shoulders. he had the build of a bodybuilder, yet most considered him to be the gentle giant. He wanted to fit in with the average crowd but he had a feature that always made him separate from the crowd, blood red eyes. People being people, they hated him because he wasn't like them, he was different. His own parents hated him, they beat him and refused to take care of him, they always told him " Why can't you be like your older brother and get a job in the NFL. He tried sports but found that he just didn't have the heart to play. He was really good, as the coach told him. He decided to take care of himself. He started by getting one job, then another, and another, until he had enough to completely support himself. Having his own money, he decided the way it was spent. Aside from buying the occasional video game, he spent all of his money on his research, photon research. He tried his hardest to create a macro-photon molecule. This photon could supply the world with an unlimited amount of energy, while removing all waste products, and still being pollution free and the molecule would be about the size of a child's toy marble. He had several hobbies, most of which were esoteric. One that he did was very well known, he played Pokémon. He loved the game Pokémon; the idea of another sentient being enthralled him. That game was what he played in his childhood, the game that helped shape his personality. Playing the game every night had its effects though. It made him a dreamer. Every night he dreamed that he could leave his worthless human life and somehow find a way to get into the dimension of Pokémon, and every day, his hopes were crushed… Until the day when it happened.

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"BEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEE-WHACK!" the alarm screamed in the annoying way that all alarm clocks. And as a result of this beeping, Jon was awakened. He slammed his fist onto the snooze button, almost breaking the alarm clock in his fit of morning anger.

"GOD, I hate that thing." Said Jon as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. This was the average start of every day. Then Jon stood up and stretched, cracking his back and neck.

"Aaaahhh," he said, enjoying the feeling of the popping of his spine. He went into his bathroom and turned on the water. He took off his clothes and hopped in the shower. He started with a hot shower to clean himself off. Then he changed the water from hot to cold, instantly waking himself up in the process.

"S-s-s-so c-c-c-cold," he shivered

He exited the shower and dried himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went into his room. He went to his drawer and put on some boxers and jeans. Then he had to decide between three shirts, his Charlie Sheen troll face, The Magikarp shirt (on the back it says, "Splash, the only move with a 1:1000 chance of a one hit KO), or his shirt that said "Yo mamma so fat that when she uses the move splash, it actually does damage". He promptly chose the troll face shirt. Then he combed his hair, and went downstairs into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

As he arrived in the kitchen he noticed bottles of alcohol on the floor. Being naturally curious, he followed the trail. It eventually led into the living room where his father was sitting on the couch. His father looked at him with a disgusted stare.

"What are you looking at, you stupid bastard," his father sneered, " Get the hell outta here or be ready to get the shit beaten out of you."

Jon looked at his feet. "Sorry sir," he said.

"I don't need your goddamn apology," his father lectured, " Now, SCRAM."

At this Jon went back to the kitchen as quickly as he could. He grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster. Then he remembered something.

" Crap, I almost forgot…" he said as he ran back to his room.

He went to the desk he had in his room. He slid back a secret panel on the underside and pressed a button. There was a slight click and pop from the bottom drawer. He opened the drawer. As he did, a cloud of nitrogen and CO2 rose. He pulled out a small black shiny box. He proceeded to place it on a small clear platform on his desk and turned on the computer. He frowned as he read the screen:

Energy levels: Low

"Like usual" he grumbled, "this stupid piece of junk never works."

He than smelled the smoke.

"SHIT, I forgot about the toast!"

He heard his fathers' angry voice.

"YOU DUMBASS, I OUGHT TO KICK YOUR ASS!"

He ran from the room and forgot to replace the photon holder to its rightful place, AND he failed to see that as he left the screen changed to read:

Energy levels: unstable

"Todays lesson is on environmentally safe energy theories." The teacher spoke. This grabbed Jon's attention for all of about 20 seconds until he zoned out thinking of how he failed in his experimenting. He was pretty much done with the ideas of photons and energy. He wanted to get a car; he wanted to have a future. He was tired of failure.

"Does anyone have any theories on potential sources?" the teacher asked.

Jon thought for a second, it couldn't do any harm since I'm pretty much done with my research, he then raised his hand.

" Yes, I do, although it is only a theory, my idea is photons, if we could contain even a single photon, we wouldn't need another energy source for about… 3 maybe 4 hundred years, and on top of that, we wouldn't have to worry about waste products or pollution ever again."

The teacher gave him an odd look and explained what a photon was to the class. Jon's day was a blur, the usual: uneventful.

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When Jon got home, he grabbed a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave. He didn't bother do look in his bag because it was Friday. He heard the microwave beep and got out his snack. He decided to watch a horror movie to pass the time. He fell asleep to the noise of screaming from "IT". He was completely unaware of what was happening just over his head.

His teacher isn't really a teacher at all. He is really a spy for a cult that takes the credit for ideas that other people produced.

When Jon awoke it was 7:00 PM. Jon decided to play his game, Pokémon. Around 8 he beat it and started playing Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, his character was a Shinx.

That's when he heard the scratch by the window. He went over to see what it was…

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BOOOOM!

Jon threw his hands to his ears in surprise, throwing his DS, as a gunshot rang out as the window smashed from a bullet piercing it. A figure dressed in a black cloak tried to enter, as Jon was startled. Jon, having been a black belt (teaching martial arts was one of his jobs) jumped up and knocked the figure on the head as he knocked the gun from it hands. The figure fell into the room as a result. The figure rose and a fight ensued. Punches were thrown, kicks were thrown. Jon was actually winning the fight. One last punch knocked the figure to his knees, but it all ended with the flash of a blade and a stab to the stomach. Jon stumbled and fell into his desk and fell. He also happened to knock the photon container off of the desk. It landed on top of the DS. Jon went to grab the DS to throw it in a last petty attempt but accidentally bumped the photon container. There was a bright flash of light and the DS screen read game saved right before it and the cube disintegrated in a massive explosion, destroying the house and the false teacher.

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Jon's POV

I thought I was dead, then I heard a voice, it was so beautiful. It said to me, "Child, you are destined to do great things in my world, but first take this and add it to your life essence." I felt something I can only describe as living, color changing fire. I felt it become a part of me, and then I felt nothing…

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POV ?

I was running. I couldn't stop or they would kill me. They thought that I was a demon because I had different fur coloring. I was a coal black, so they banished me. Then the Mightyena saw me and wanted to eat me. I just kept running until I fell.

I heard a rustling in the bush and the Mightyena showed himself.

"Finally my meal has been served," he sneered, "I must say, you gave a new definition to the idea of fast food."

I couldn't do anything but whimper… I was exhausted. I saw the world fading and thanked Arceus that I wouldn't have to feel the pain of death. I thought I saw something running toward me out of the corner of my eyes. Then I saw nothing.

AND SO THE ADVENTURE BEGINS…

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