"Silver"
Chapter One - A New Beginning
At 8:00, loud music sounded throughout Silver's bedroom from his alarm clock. He jumped out of his sleep abruptly, his heart racing from fright. His hair slowly settled back on his neck as he recognized the sound coming from his alarm clock on the nightstand by his bed. He trudged over to the small box and turned it off, pushing a button on the side. Slowly moving toward his window, he reached up and grabbed the string hanging from the blinds and pulled it quickly. The blinds raised revealing the outside of his two story home. He yawned loudly, the view of the beautiful sun being distorted by the tear building up in his eyes as he yawned. He wiped the tears out of his eyes with his right hand, and scratched his head with the other.
"What was supposed to happen today that I set the alarm clock that early?" he thought to himself.
After less than thirty seconds, his eyes widened profusely, and he back flipped over his twin bed to his dresser. He reached into the already open second drawer and grabbed a wife beater. Silver struggled to put the shirt over his head correctly while stumbling over to his closet. After managing the undershirt, he ripped a pair of black slacks off of a hanger with one hand, and a gray polo shirt with the other. No less than 5 minutes later, he had put his clothes on, brushed his teeth, and was in the process of combing his hair with large amounts of hair gel and walking down the stairs at the same time. He jumped over the railing of the last stairwell, almost landing on a package that sat by the door. Landing barely off target of the box, he turned quickly with his eyes wide.
"Where the hell did that come from!? Mom, what is this box?" he called to his mother.
His mother scuttled into the room, a cheery look attributed her face. She clapped her hands together excitedly as she rushed to tell him the news.
"This box contains your pokègear that you were having fixed at Professor Elm's lab; who by the way is waiting for you right now," she reminded him, just as she always has to do.
"But why such a big box for just my pokègear? Is there anything else?" he queried.
"Oh yes! I made sure to order about 10 pokèballs for you before you left, along with a new vest-jacket that is perfect for your journey."
Silver looked skeptical. He always hated his mother shopping for him. She was just awful at it and it probably would not be any different this time. His mom could not tell the difference between a polo shirt and an undershirt. She color-coded clothes; If it was a good color, it was a good article of clothing.
Silver ripped into the box using his small pocketknife that he kept in his shoe at all times. His eyes lit up for the first time ever at a piece of clothing that his mother alone purchased for him. He quickly put on his new white vest, checking out all of the pockets that filled the outside and inside. No matter where he looked, there was some sort of hidden pocket. He looked inside the jacket where he saw a small rectangle of harder material that read "Official Pokèleague Badges." His eyes began to water and he started to get choked up. He reached up to give his mother a hug happily.
As you may have guessed, Silver is ready to begin training to become a Johto League Pokèmon master. He has everything he needs save a Pokèmon, which will be supplied for him shortly. This day has kept him on his toes for a year now. His mother made him get straight A's and B's to begin his journey, which normally would not be a big deal; he was in a gifted program, however. The work that he was required to do was much harder than the other children his age. Now, his hard work would pay off as he prepares himself to begin his journey. He has studied Pokèmon on his own time for three years now. Since he turned 15, he believes himself to be ready to begin.
Silver grabbed a couple of pop tarts and called for his pet Growlithe. In came the faithful companion that Silver has had for 2 years, bounding quickly across the room. He tossed the 2 pop tarts in the air and shouted for the flame type dog to use a low powered ember attack on the tarts. The dog barked a short reply, and fired a small ball of fire at the pop tarts. The flame went out quickly, but the pop tarts were perfectly done.
"Silver, what did I tell you about using ember in the house?" his mother prodded.
"No time now mom gotta go!" He shouted back.
His mom sputtered out a goodbye as he kissed her quickly on the cheek. Then just as fast as he had come down the stairs, he bounded out the door. He jumped onto his bike quickly, straightened his backpack on his back, and took off for Professor Elm's Lab in New Bark Town. The Pokèballs on his belt clanked softly together as he pedaled. With his left hand, he grabbed the cotton white visor from his belt at his side, and put it upside down and to the side on his head. Grinning slightly to himself, he sped up, feeling free for the first time in a long time. Really free.
New Bark Town
Silver hopped off of his bike hurriedly, looking down at his silver watch. The time was 8:34. He was late. Pushing a button on the back of his bike, it folded up into its normal, portable size. He slid the small box into a pocket in his pack, and closed it. A sigh escaped his mouth, as he stared in awe at the magnificent lab of Professor Elm. He entered the lab quickly, yet not too fast as too look foolish, and closed the door behind him. A lanky man with glasses in a lab coat instantly greeted him.
"Hello there! You must be Silver! You are quite late young man!" The man told him.
"I know I-" he started, before he was cut off.
"Now it's not a big deal, but if you don't hurry, the other three young men will get first dibs on the new Pokèmon you are to receive," he explained.
Silver nodded, and looked around the lab bewilderedly.
"Follow the bookcases to the left until you see a small desk with a computer and a strange machine next to it. Then hang a left into that door. That's Professor Elm's office!" The scientist directed Silver.
Silver nodded and thanked the lab assistant whose name he found was Richard. Without hesitation, he darted into the room he was directed to, and was greeted by four faces turning to him along with the face of Professor Elm.
"Ah, Silver! You made it! Glad you could be with us today," he said. "Everyone, this is Silver, he is the other trainer I told you would be here today!"
Two of them, a boy and a girl stuck out their hands saying hi. Silver extended his hand as well, and shook theirs.
"I'm Jon, but everyone just calls me J, nice to meet you," the boy greeted.
"I'm Melissa, and everyone calls me... Melissa. Whoa, nice vest! And Hat too!" she told him.
Silver blushed slightly, and then noticed the other kid in the room that had not turned to greet him.
"You aren't even responsible enough to get here on time, how can you expect to achieve the honor of becoming a Pokèmon master if you can't even manage your time correctly? Tsk tsk, such a shame... A damned loser getting such an honor is unfortunate," the last trainer remarked.
Silver raised a brow. He looked the rude one up and down for a minute. He was a bit taller than he with a medium build. He wore a white undershirt with an orange long-sleeved shirt over it. A backwards, black cap accented his blonde hair. A gold chain hung from his neck, and dark blue baggy jeans with small pockets were his choice of pants. After checking him over, Silver replied calmly.
"Listen ass, you don't want to start shit with me. The last person that tried to intimidate ended up missing a few teeth. Why don't you keep from criticism until we finish here? Then you can prove yourself in a Pokèmon battle. I wouldn't want to improve your face by removing a few of your teeth."
The trainer let out a 'humph', crossed his arms, and turned back towards Professor Elm, who by this time had acquired a large sweat drop on his forehead.
"Now then, Silver, this here is Blake. His older brother got to the Johto League finals last year. He lost in the championship match to a trainer named Ash Ketchum, whom I know you probably have heard of."
Silver nodded. He indeed had heard of Ash Ketchum. Who hadn't? This guy was supposed to be amazing. He had the worlds strongest known Pikachu by far. He was supposed to have made it to the elite four using only 4 evolved Pokèmon. Silver had to admit he did admire him.
"Ahem, now," Professor Elm started as he pulled a remote control out of his lab coat's front pocket. He pushed a button on it and a small window in a cabinet opened up. Inside laid 4 Pokèballs. "These are the Pokèmon that you all will choose from today. They are: Chikorita, Totodile, Cyndaquil, and Dratini. " The trainer's eyes widened at the mentioning of Dratini, the dragon Pokèmon that evolved into Dragonite. "We will decide who chooses first by drawing straws. The longest straw chooses first," Elm explained.
Professor Elm held out 4 straws from which the four trainers each grabbed one. They all held out their straws, and Blake chuckled.
"Seems I have the longest straw. And I choose Dratini," Blake announced triumphantly.
The other trainers sighed. They turned to Professor Elm who was grabbing the Pokèball from its holding place in the cabinet. He tossed the ball that was engraved with a dragon symbol to Blake. Blake caught it easily, and attached it to the blank spot on his Pokèmon belt.
The remaining trainers handed their straws to Professor Elm who then held them out again. They all drew the straws, and Silver found himself next.
"Alright!" He exclaimed. "I choose Cyndaquil!"
Professor Elm reached back to the cabinet again, and grabbed the ball with the fire symbol engraved on it. He tossed the ball softly to Silver who caught it in one hand. He put the ball on his Pokèmon belt as well.
J and Melissa decided the next ball with rock, paper, scissors, and Melissa ended up winning. She chose the Totodile, and J got Chikorita.
"Great!" Elm shouted, "Now you are all ready to begin your journey. Well... Almost," he retracted.
"What else could we need?" Silver asked.
"Ah, I have something for you from the great Professor Oak."
The children gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief as Professor Elm pulled out a Pokèdex for each of them. Each with the trainers names engraved especially in silver on the front. They each slapped their Pokèdex on their wrist, and cheered.
After a few words of wisdom, they each walked out of the Lab to begin. Silver was stopped outside the lab to pull out his bike when a hand gripped his shoulder.
"You said we would have a match after receiving our Pokèmon," Blake said quietly from behind, "You aren't going back on your word are you?"
Silver grabbed Blake's hand from his shoulder and threw it aside. He took a step forwards and turned around. He lifted his had slightly, and lowered it again. Gripping Cyndaquil's Pokèball, he smirked.
"Sure, I accept your challenge."
Blake chuckled once again. "You've got a lot of guts Silver, but I'll see that you will get your ass waxed right here and now." Then with blinding speed, he threw out his Pokèball, releasing Dratini into the world.
"Cyndaquil, let's go!" Silver shouted, releasing the ball from his hand. From a red beam of light, Cyndaquil appeared, ready to battle.
*Cynda- Cynda!* it yelled.
"Okay Cyndaquil, use your smokescreen attack to blind it!"
Cyndaquil quickly released a wave of thin smoke at Dratini, forcing its eyes to almost close.
Blake was quick to retaliate. "Dratini, use your wrap attack to keep it at bay!"
Dratini fired a beam of light from its mouth that wavered around like a rope. It swung around Cyndaquil at its feet.
"Cyndaquil, jump up! Now! Then use your leer attack at him through the smokescreen!" Silver commanded.
Cyndaquil darted upwards with impressive speed, and looked down at the Dratini, which was just ending its try for a wrap attack. It glared down at Dratini's eyes, piercing his mind with fear. Once satisfied at the effect of the attack, he quickly ordered Cyndaquil to use a quick attack on the Dratini. Blake commanded Dratini to move, only to be denied because of the fear that Cyndaquil had put in Dratini. Cyndaquil's speed was unbelievable for a fire type, and the quick attack knocked Dratini clear across the battleground and sent it skidding through the dirt. Cyndaquil came to a halt, then watching for his foe to get back up. When the time did not come, Silver announced the win from behind.
"Game. Good match, Blake," he called out.
Blake returned his Pokèmon and only turned away; he jumped on his bike and darted off.
"Wow!" Shouted Melissa, "That was truly amazing. You are a natural!"
"She's right," J added, "Are you sure you have never trained a Pokèmon before?"
"Well, I have a pet Growlithe at home, so I have some experience when it comes to fire Pokèmon," he explained.
Melissa nodded with J, and Silver flashed a peace sign.
"Say, do you two want to travel with me? I'd love the company," Silver offered.
Hesitantly, they both decided it would probably be helpful, and they joined him in their journey. It turned out to be a good day already.
Chapter One - A New Beginning
At 8:00, loud music sounded throughout Silver's bedroom from his alarm clock. He jumped out of his sleep abruptly, his heart racing from fright. His hair slowly settled back on his neck as he recognized the sound coming from his alarm clock on the nightstand by his bed. He trudged over to the small box and turned it off, pushing a button on the side. Slowly moving toward his window, he reached up and grabbed the string hanging from the blinds and pulled it quickly. The blinds raised revealing the outside of his two story home. He yawned loudly, the view of the beautiful sun being distorted by the tear building up in his eyes as he yawned. He wiped the tears out of his eyes with his right hand, and scratched his head with the other.
"What was supposed to happen today that I set the alarm clock that early?" he thought to himself.
After less than thirty seconds, his eyes widened profusely, and he back flipped over his twin bed to his dresser. He reached into the already open second drawer and grabbed a wife beater. Silver struggled to put the shirt over his head correctly while stumbling over to his closet. After managing the undershirt, he ripped a pair of black slacks off of a hanger with one hand, and a gray polo shirt with the other. No less than 5 minutes later, he had put his clothes on, brushed his teeth, and was in the process of combing his hair with large amounts of hair gel and walking down the stairs at the same time. He jumped over the railing of the last stairwell, almost landing on a package that sat by the door. Landing barely off target of the box, he turned quickly with his eyes wide.
"Where the hell did that come from!? Mom, what is this box?" he called to his mother.
His mother scuttled into the room, a cheery look attributed her face. She clapped her hands together excitedly as she rushed to tell him the news.
"This box contains your pokègear that you were having fixed at Professor Elm's lab; who by the way is waiting for you right now," she reminded him, just as she always has to do.
"But why such a big box for just my pokègear? Is there anything else?" he queried.
"Oh yes! I made sure to order about 10 pokèballs for you before you left, along with a new vest-jacket that is perfect for your journey."
Silver looked skeptical. He always hated his mother shopping for him. She was just awful at it and it probably would not be any different this time. His mom could not tell the difference between a polo shirt and an undershirt. She color-coded clothes; If it was a good color, it was a good article of clothing.
Silver ripped into the box using his small pocketknife that he kept in his shoe at all times. His eyes lit up for the first time ever at a piece of clothing that his mother alone purchased for him. He quickly put on his new white vest, checking out all of the pockets that filled the outside and inside. No matter where he looked, there was some sort of hidden pocket. He looked inside the jacket where he saw a small rectangle of harder material that read "Official Pokèleague Badges." His eyes began to water and he started to get choked up. He reached up to give his mother a hug happily.
As you may have guessed, Silver is ready to begin training to become a Johto League Pokèmon master. He has everything he needs save a Pokèmon, which will be supplied for him shortly. This day has kept him on his toes for a year now. His mother made him get straight A's and B's to begin his journey, which normally would not be a big deal; he was in a gifted program, however. The work that he was required to do was much harder than the other children his age. Now, his hard work would pay off as he prepares himself to begin his journey. He has studied Pokèmon on his own time for three years now. Since he turned 15, he believes himself to be ready to begin.
Silver grabbed a couple of pop tarts and called for his pet Growlithe. In came the faithful companion that Silver has had for 2 years, bounding quickly across the room. He tossed the 2 pop tarts in the air and shouted for the flame type dog to use a low powered ember attack on the tarts. The dog barked a short reply, and fired a small ball of fire at the pop tarts. The flame went out quickly, but the pop tarts were perfectly done.
"Silver, what did I tell you about using ember in the house?" his mother prodded.
"No time now mom gotta go!" He shouted back.
His mom sputtered out a goodbye as he kissed her quickly on the cheek. Then just as fast as he had come down the stairs, he bounded out the door. He jumped onto his bike quickly, straightened his backpack on his back, and took off for Professor Elm's Lab in New Bark Town. The Pokèballs on his belt clanked softly together as he pedaled. With his left hand, he grabbed the cotton white visor from his belt at his side, and put it upside down and to the side on his head. Grinning slightly to himself, he sped up, feeling free for the first time in a long time. Really free.
New Bark Town
Silver hopped off of his bike hurriedly, looking down at his silver watch. The time was 8:34. He was late. Pushing a button on the back of his bike, it folded up into its normal, portable size. He slid the small box into a pocket in his pack, and closed it. A sigh escaped his mouth, as he stared in awe at the magnificent lab of Professor Elm. He entered the lab quickly, yet not too fast as too look foolish, and closed the door behind him. A lanky man with glasses in a lab coat instantly greeted him.
"Hello there! You must be Silver! You are quite late young man!" The man told him.
"I know I-" he started, before he was cut off.
"Now it's not a big deal, but if you don't hurry, the other three young men will get first dibs on the new Pokèmon you are to receive," he explained.
Silver nodded, and looked around the lab bewilderedly.
"Follow the bookcases to the left until you see a small desk with a computer and a strange machine next to it. Then hang a left into that door. That's Professor Elm's office!" The scientist directed Silver.
Silver nodded and thanked the lab assistant whose name he found was Richard. Without hesitation, he darted into the room he was directed to, and was greeted by four faces turning to him along with the face of Professor Elm.
"Ah, Silver! You made it! Glad you could be with us today," he said. "Everyone, this is Silver, he is the other trainer I told you would be here today!"
Two of them, a boy and a girl stuck out their hands saying hi. Silver extended his hand as well, and shook theirs.
"I'm Jon, but everyone just calls me J, nice to meet you," the boy greeted.
"I'm Melissa, and everyone calls me... Melissa. Whoa, nice vest! And Hat too!" she told him.
Silver blushed slightly, and then noticed the other kid in the room that had not turned to greet him.
"You aren't even responsible enough to get here on time, how can you expect to achieve the honor of becoming a Pokèmon master if you can't even manage your time correctly? Tsk tsk, such a shame... A damned loser getting such an honor is unfortunate," the last trainer remarked.
Silver raised a brow. He looked the rude one up and down for a minute. He was a bit taller than he with a medium build. He wore a white undershirt with an orange long-sleeved shirt over it. A backwards, black cap accented his blonde hair. A gold chain hung from his neck, and dark blue baggy jeans with small pockets were his choice of pants. After checking him over, Silver replied calmly.
"Listen ass, you don't want to start shit with me. The last person that tried to intimidate ended up missing a few teeth. Why don't you keep from criticism until we finish here? Then you can prove yourself in a Pokèmon battle. I wouldn't want to improve your face by removing a few of your teeth."
The trainer let out a 'humph', crossed his arms, and turned back towards Professor Elm, who by this time had acquired a large sweat drop on his forehead.
"Now then, Silver, this here is Blake. His older brother got to the Johto League finals last year. He lost in the championship match to a trainer named Ash Ketchum, whom I know you probably have heard of."
Silver nodded. He indeed had heard of Ash Ketchum. Who hadn't? This guy was supposed to be amazing. He had the worlds strongest known Pikachu by far. He was supposed to have made it to the elite four using only 4 evolved Pokèmon. Silver had to admit he did admire him.
"Ahem, now," Professor Elm started as he pulled a remote control out of his lab coat's front pocket. He pushed a button on it and a small window in a cabinet opened up. Inside laid 4 Pokèballs. "These are the Pokèmon that you all will choose from today. They are: Chikorita, Totodile, Cyndaquil, and Dratini. " The trainer's eyes widened at the mentioning of Dratini, the dragon Pokèmon that evolved into Dragonite. "We will decide who chooses first by drawing straws. The longest straw chooses first," Elm explained.
Professor Elm held out 4 straws from which the four trainers each grabbed one. They all held out their straws, and Blake chuckled.
"Seems I have the longest straw. And I choose Dratini," Blake announced triumphantly.
The other trainers sighed. They turned to Professor Elm who was grabbing the Pokèball from its holding place in the cabinet. He tossed the ball that was engraved with a dragon symbol to Blake. Blake caught it easily, and attached it to the blank spot on his Pokèmon belt.
The remaining trainers handed their straws to Professor Elm who then held them out again. They all drew the straws, and Silver found himself next.
"Alright!" He exclaimed. "I choose Cyndaquil!"
Professor Elm reached back to the cabinet again, and grabbed the ball with the fire symbol engraved on it. He tossed the ball softly to Silver who caught it in one hand. He put the ball on his Pokèmon belt as well.
J and Melissa decided the next ball with rock, paper, scissors, and Melissa ended up winning. She chose the Totodile, and J got Chikorita.
"Great!" Elm shouted, "Now you are all ready to begin your journey. Well... Almost," he retracted.
"What else could we need?" Silver asked.
"Ah, I have something for you from the great Professor Oak."
The children gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief as Professor Elm pulled out a Pokèdex for each of them. Each with the trainers names engraved especially in silver on the front. They each slapped their Pokèdex on their wrist, and cheered.
After a few words of wisdom, they each walked out of the Lab to begin. Silver was stopped outside the lab to pull out his bike when a hand gripped his shoulder.
"You said we would have a match after receiving our Pokèmon," Blake said quietly from behind, "You aren't going back on your word are you?"
Silver grabbed Blake's hand from his shoulder and threw it aside. He took a step forwards and turned around. He lifted his had slightly, and lowered it again. Gripping Cyndaquil's Pokèball, he smirked.
"Sure, I accept your challenge."
Blake chuckled once again. "You've got a lot of guts Silver, but I'll see that you will get your ass waxed right here and now." Then with blinding speed, he threw out his Pokèball, releasing Dratini into the world.
"Cyndaquil, let's go!" Silver shouted, releasing the ball from his hand. From a red beam of light, Cyndaquil appeared, ready to battle.
*Cynda- Cynda!* it yelled.
"Okay Cyndaquil, use your smokescreen attack to blind it!"
Cyndaquil quickly released a wave of thin smoke at Dratini, forcing its eyes to almost close.
Blake was quick to retaliate. "Dratini, use your wrap attack to keep it at bay!"
Dratini fired a beam of light from its mouth that wavered around like a rope. It swung around Cyndaquil at its feet.
"Cyndaquil, jump up! Now! Then use your leer attack at him through the smokescreen!" Silver commanded.
Cyndaquil darted upwards with impressive speed, and looked down at the Dratini, which was just ending its try for a wrap attack. It glared down at Dratini's eyes, piercing his mind with fear. Once satisfied at the effect of the attack, he quickly ordered Cyndaquil to use a quick attack on the Dratini. Blake commanded Dratini to move, only to be denied because of the fear that Cyndaquil had put in Dratini. Cyndaquil's speed was unbelievable for a fire type, and the quick attack knocked Dratini clear across the battleground and sent it skidding through the dirt. Cyndaquil came to a halt, then watching for his foe to get back up. When the time did not come, Silver announced the win from behind.
"Game. Good match, Blake," he called out.
Blake returned his Pokèmon and only turned away; he jumped on his bike and darted off.
"Wow!" Shouted Melissa, "That was truly amazing. You are a natural!"
"She's right," J added, "Are you sure you have never trained a Pokèmon before?"
"Well, I have a pet Growlithe at home, so I have some experience when it comes to fire Pokèmon," he explained.
Melissa nodded with J, and Silver flashed a peace sign.
"Say, do you two want to travel with me? I'd love the company," Silver offered.
Hesitantly, they both decided it would probably be helpful, and they joined him in their journey. It turned out to be a good day already.