Breath in. Hold it. Let it out slowly. He was nervous. He had the right to be. It is not every day that you take your first step to becoming an assassin. There are even few days where new assassins were assigned to kill major political figures. Breath in.

He was in a tree in the woods. He had a clear view of the path he knew his target would be walking along any second now. Breath out.

He heard a rustle from a bush. Finally, his moment had come.

He drew back his arrow and calmed himself.

Did he really want to do what would come next?

"Yes," he thought. "Finally I will be able to avenge my brother."

Then as he though about it he realized he was avenging many. He was not killing in cold blood for himself, but for others. He was a vigilantly at worst. No. He actions would save many lives and prevent war. He was no common self-appointed law official, but a true hero, one that would do his brother proud.

With his confidence reaffirmed, he pulled the arrow the rest of the way back.

Any second now. He senses were on overdrive. He counted down the seconds. Three. Two. One and. . .

"Butteryfree!"

"No," he yelled in frustration. "Scum," he said bitterly and shot the retched bug Pokemon in the head.

He got another arrow ready instinctively. Lucky for him too because just then his target walked around the bend.

"What's this," he said with compassion. He crouched down to try to ease the pain of the suffering Pokemon.

"Just my luck," said the future killer. His target was a mire 50 feet away, head completely exposed. He took one last second to aim then let the arrow. It was a perfect shot. Death was inevitable.

Just then something black darted out of the trees.

"Snee," yelled the Pokemon as it jumped and slashed the arrow in half.

"Now, iceshard," came an unknown voice.

The dark type sent chunks of ice like arrows at the would be assassin. Needless to say he made a loud thud as he hit the ground.

He did not stay down for long. He stud up, drew his sword, and charged at his new opponent.

"Let's end this, icywind," said the trainer, emerging at last.

The Sneezel sucked in a big breath and then released a mini-blizzard at the assassin. He was unaffected by the attack, but his feet were frozen to the ground.

"I almost feel sorry for you kid," said the trainer as he advanced with his sword drawn. "Oh well, you've made you choice," making his first attack against the teen.

The young man managed to parry the first blow and the second, but that is the only success he had in the fight. After a few seconds, there came the clank of a sword hitting the ground, shortly followed by a thud.

The the trainer walked back to his employer, Sneezel by his side.

"Good work mercenary," he paused. "Such a waste of life, he was so young." He stood up and looked down on the dead Butterfree. "Pokehaters, I will never under stand them."

"Be glad he was one," replied the mercenary. "His first shot gave him away."

"I know, but is my life really worth more than two?"

"These were not the first casualties, and they will not be the last."

"I know. I know. . ."

So end of the first chapter. The main story will begin the the next chapter a few years earlier. The story will take place before the invention of pokeballs during the war in Kanto. The combat will be mostly mediaeval with big guns like hyper beam cannons here and there.

I'm not going to write a story for no one so if you want the next chapter right a review giving your thoughts and what Pokemon you want the main character's best friend to be. If I get over five reviews I'll even edit this first chapter.