Codfive5

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"Say goodbye..." Those were the last words he heard before the explosion happened. He awoke later, no memory of what happened. He tried to get up, but winced as pain hit his rib cage. He gave out a shocked cry and immediately lay back down. He was going to be here a while. He looked up to see the stars and moon. It was cold for a midsummer's night and the field of tall grass he lay in didn't help as his temperature dropped. He was confused, battered and bruised, and cold. He checked his Pokémon; all fainted. Great, to top everything his team was unconscious. Wait he only had five... He knew he had six. Panic filled his body. "No, no, no. What the heck happened?" He questioned himself. He forced himself up ignoring the pain. He had to get to a poke center, heal his Pokémon and get rid of the amnesia he had. But first thing first get out of this field. He took a look around. Nothing but tall grass, trees, and smoke. Nothing out of the usual ther- wait, smoke. He traced the source to be deep in the woods. He decided to go to the source. He limped to the source of smoke to find a large fire engulfing an underground layer. Or at least its what it seemed like. Then the unexpected happened. He fell to his knees, suddenly hit by a flashback

There was a lady; she had a smirk on her face. He was battling her and losing... badly. He had his last Pokémon, a Graveler, out. The Pokémon he was missing. He knew if he failed that Team Rocket would unleash a new Hell over Kanto, but getting his Pokémon out of there was his top priority above all. But he needed to stop it, it was his job to. "Graveler, retreat. We need to get out now." Graveler disobeyed. "Graveler, come on the bombs have been planted and if we don't get out now we'll die."

"You think bombs will stop Team Rocket," said the lady.

"Yeah, and you should probably run cause in a minute or so this place will be gone/ on fire."

"How did you get bombs here?"

"I know a guy who... Wait why am I telling you this. Graveler, rock throw!"

He ignored him. Knowing he would flee. Knowing that fleeing would allow Team Rocket time to defuse the bombs. Knowing they would fail. He wouldn't have that. Graveler instead used Magnitude on his trainer instead, launching him upwards towards a vent on the ceiling.

"Ha, your fleeing is useless, say goodbye!"

He broke through and into the ventilation shaft. He looked down to see Graveler, charging up energy. He was going to... No time, even though he knew what his Graveler was doing was doing and how badly he wanted to stop it, Graveler wouldn't go into his poke ball. He crawled threw the ventilation shaft, getting to the top level of the underground base when an explosion went off, followed by more. He started to run but was caught in the blast.

The flashback was over as abruptly as it began. His Graveler... what he did... The trainer fell into tears, knowing the fact he survived was a miracle in itself. He fell from his knees into the grass. Laying next to the fire that was once the Team Rocket layer designing a zombie like plague for Pokémon and humans alike. All to be controlled by Team Rocket. But it was stopped and he was tired. He slowly closed his eyes and went to sleep.

This is a prologue of what could be a new story. It will be about an agent like character who will try to stop Team Rockets attempt of world domination. Whether I continue or not will be based on what viewers have to say. Otherwise this will be taken down, deleted, and forgotten about.

R.I.P. Graveler, nuzlocke challenge 2009.

Part 2 I guess

He awoke to bright a bright light being shined into his eyes. Not the ideal wake up, but still good to know he was alive. "Huh, thought we lost you there." Someone said. He didn't know the voice, but knew it was male and gruff. Probably a hiker attracted by the smoke.

"Kid, you got lucky."

"Yeah, I guess we have different definitions."

"You kiddin' me kid? You realize you're laying next to the husk of one o' them underground bases. An' by the looks o' it, you should be dead."

"Right, I've had Mondays worse than this."

"Uh kid... You're bleeding...alot."

He looked down at his ribs. Sure enough the hiker was correct. Warm blood had been drizzling around his ribs enough to start a pool for ants, well if they existed in pokemon at least. Just my luck. He thought. He began to get up when the hiker stopped him.

"You can't move in your condition."

"How about you sit back and watch me."

He pulled out a poke ball containing his pidgeotto. He stood up despite the hiker wanting him to stay down. He threw the poke ball up into the air, releasing his pokemon. Fortunately for him, his pokemon rested durring the night and healed. Pidgeotto came flying down towards its trainer. He jumped up as Pidgeotto swooped under him; landing on the back of the pokemon and flying off, away from the hiker, team rocket, but not his problems. No those would stay with him until he got back to base. It was surprising he was standing considering he was running off of adrenaline and his ability to show off. How the hell did I survive? He was in bad condition, but the fact he wasn't incenerated from an explosion or broken from being blasted out of and underground layer. It was as though it was planned... or he was lucky. Either either, he was the boy who lived, that's all that should concern him. Getting medical treatment would also be nice, but at the time he felt fine.

After what seemed to be a long trip to HQ, he departed his Pidgeotto once atop a large building that was mostly abandoned.