Red's Origin
This is just a crazy idea of mine… Sorry to the followers of RB.
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The genetic scientist wiped his brow. He couldn't have sweat dripping into his eyes, not at such a critical time.
Why had he agreed to do this? He was making a monstrosity. A genetic freak.
Why did he care anymore, if Team Rocket and Giovanni threatened him into making this? It would just bring more harm than good.
He looked at the clock. It was finished growing.
He looked into the large test tube. Inside, was a little baby boy, grown from a mixture of DNA.
A super-soldier. Grown to have remarkable empathy with pokemon, just short of Viridian Forest level. Meant for battling, endurance at least two times that of a normal human being, loyal, clever under pressure, and more.
He drew the baby boy out. Why, oh why had he made this… thing? He had put everyone in danger.
And the scientist made a split-second decision. The experiment would be a failure. It would die within minutes.
But, when he had prepared the needle to inject the chemicals that would kill it, the experiment opened its eyes.
They were red for a second, then faded to brown. He began to develop.
The scientist felt excited and full of dread at the same time.
The boy looked to be four years old now, and had the brainpower of one. A mop of wild, spiky black hair had grown, and he was physically fit. The boy blinked.
The scientist just couldn't kill him.
"Black hair… black is the color of death. You had red eyes, the color of war and bloodshed. I hope, little one, that you wage war against Team Rocket. Make them bleed out everything they have, and then some. Destroy, bring death to it, so it can never harm anything again."
"But what to call you…?"
The little boy's brown eyes flashed a brilliant crimson once again.
"Yes. Yes, you're right. I shall call you Red."
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The little boy was standing in the forest, bewildered, as the scientist placed a baseball hat backwards on his head and pinned a note to his vest.
"Now, Red, you probably won't remember me once you get older. I hope you don't."
Red looked around, and giggled at the poliwag circling his feet.
The scientist quickly captured it, and gave it to Red. "This poliwag will protect you. Treat it kindly. Now, I want you to go to the nearest town and give them the note I just pinned on your vest. Tell them your name, if you can. I don't, know, but I hope you can speak and understand English by now… whatever you do, don't mention me. Alright? Nod yes if you understand me."
Red nodded.
The scientist smiled. "Good. Now, it's time for me to disappear…"
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Professor Oak stood outside, studying pokemon with his grandson, Green.
He glanced around. "Where has Green wandered off to…?"
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Come quick! There's a boy my age in the forest!"
The little boy tore off into the bushes, his grandfather hurrying after.
And there, before him, was a dirty, scratched up little boy.
Oak rushed up, "Are you okay? What happened? Where are your parents?"
The boy did nothing more than unpin a piece of paper from his vest, handing it to the professor, who opened it up.
This is Red. He has no family. Please take the enclosed money as a donation to your town, and please use some to build a house for him. He is very special.
The professor looked up from the note, and over at the boy, who was hugging a poliwag tightly.
"Here, come with me. My name is Professor Oak, and this is my grandson, Green. How about you out that poliwag away for a bit, Red?"
Red frowned, hugging the pokemon tighter, muttering "Poli."
"… all right. Follow me. And welcome to Pallet Town."
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Heehee. . .. … … how do you like it? I've had this in my head for a while. And it's crazy. Probably one of my most farfetch'd idea yet. (Heheheheheheheheheheh…)
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