Plasma Wars: Chapter I
He stood there. They laughed. He was close to tears. He watched them. They beat his team. They beat his emotions. He was nearly done living. He didn't want to live anymore. All they ever did was hurt him. He wanted power. He wanted a new start. He wanted to win. And he would. He would make them pay. They all went off as it began to rain. He put his hood up. He began to walk, to no place in exact, he just kept moving. He needed revenge. Desperatley. He heard a sudden cry in the distance, "LONG LIVE TEAM PLASMA!". He stopped. It came to him. Team Plasma always won. They always were victorious. They always came out as victor. He followed the cry. He followed. And followed. Until he reached the man who made the cry. It was a whole meetup of people in fact, all Plasma members and inducties. He took a form and pen. Signed off. They congratulated him. He asked, "May I go home and tell my family?" The man who took the form responeded, "Just as long as you come back."
He began to walk until he reached his home, Nuvema Town. He walked in his house and explained everything. The bullying. The hate. The form. His family stared in awe. His mom slowly muttered, "Leave. Never come back", it then became a scream, "LEAVE. NEVER COME BACK. NEVER CONSIDER IT. LEARN YOUR FAULTS. NEVER COME BACK!"
So he did. He left. He went back to the sign up, which was closing down. He got in the truck the new inducties entered. They reached Plasma's base. As they got off, he was shown his room and uniform. They also got a hoodie with the Plasma crest on the front. Tomorrow training started. He had the 3 pokemon he always used- Zoroark, Fraxure, and Lucario. He stared at the silly uniform. He got rid of everything besides the hoodie, boots, and pants. He replaced the hoodie on with the Plasma one. Looking in the mirror he thought, this is a new era.