Pokemon Chronicles of Kanto Red's Story
DISCLAIMER- IT DISCLAIMS:
Me: Note this is a fan fiction, this is pure fake. NONE OF THIS IS BASED OF REAL LIFE EVENTS.
Red: Hehe I Die!
Me: Don't tell- oh who cares fine!
Red: Well! What about the other Disclaimer?!
Me: Oh um... Rated PG13 and up?
Red: And?...
Me: OH! YA! I don't own Pokemon at all, I am bad at English but, I like to write about stuff.
Red: And?...
Me: WHAT!!!!!??????
Red: Your a person (might be potentially dangerous to some peeps out there!)
Me: What?
Red: Shut-up, let it begin!
Prologue "Sir Giovanni!" A deep voice booms down the long hall. A tall man steps below of a chandelier. He wore a new black tuxedo, there even wasn't a white shirt, just black. He was about seven feet tall, and probably weighed a couple hundred pounds in muscle. His face had a weathered look on it, but determined. He obviously was used to getting what he wanted. He was bald and had scary red eyes that stared into anything and pierced its soul. In his left hand he held a black suitcase that could contain almost anything, though it was probably research. In his right hand he held a single Pokeball- no it was a Shadowball.
The Shadowball was one of their newest creations, inventions, and monstrous machines. The Shadowball stole all the energy from the poor Pokemon inside it. It was a altered version of the powerful Masterball- Always catches, never misses or fails. Like mentioned it takes ALL the energy from it- yes the Pokemon dies a sad, horrible, painful death. It then transfers the horrid energy to a machine which absorbs the energy to be used when creating a horrible beast.
Another tall man, steps out of the dark, wearing even odder clothes. He is wearing a orange tuxedo. His brown hair is slicked back in a disgraceful manner. His black eyes stare out towards his boss, who he will be someday. He had a angry need for greed hidden in his disformed face. He has apparatly had a hard time lately, stress seems to come at him like how air comes into you when you breathe.
"Father, I am here," Giovanni softly speaks to his father.
"Here is the first Shadowball." His father replies, "One year to produce one. We need to go full force and make a couple thousand, if we are going to create the ultimate beast."
"How long will it take?"
"About fifteen years, but it will succeed."
"Then let it be, Father"
Fifteen years later...
