Well, here I am in Pokemon now, tell me what you think and review.

Chapter 1

The morning sun shone brightly upon the forested landscape of the Hoenn region, its light bringing upon its inhabitants a new day with which to live, a new day to enjoy, new experiences to enrich life. All these things the people of Hoenn enjoy, day by day, however, this was not true of Nicolas, a young man who lived in a little known town. He could not see the sun, nor feel its warmth, he knew what time of day it was but he was unable to see the sun. This was because Nicolas sat in a small, comfortable room, staring at the door, waiting for his caretaker to come get him. He was a thin boy, with black hair that reached his shoulders, clashing quite well with the white shirt that he wore. His arms were thin, with little muscle to them and this was true of his legs as well, which were just visible beneath the blanket he wore draped over his knees. It was hard to believe that this emaciated and frail boy was only 16. He waited and waited, growing impatient with every passing moment wanting his caretaker to show up and take him outside. Were he able, he'd have walked out the door himself, but as it was, the wheelchair in which he sat clearly spoke of his limited ability.

He had been born sickly, had grown up being cared for and nurtured to the greatest of extremes but his health had only marginally improved. His parents had allowed for him to have one outing a day since they had moved to this small town, and this was why he sat in his chair waiting, because this was the time in which he would be taken outside to the world. Finally, after what seemed like years, the door handle turned and a thin, gray haired woman came in through the door, a smile playing across her face as she said, "Good Morning Master Nicolas, did you sleep well?"

Nicolas frowned a little and said in a weak voice, "Well enough, but I've been waiting for you, I want to go outside."
The woman frowned and apologized for her lateness moving around behind the wheelchair and pushing it towards the door. Just being able to leave his room was an adventure for Nicolas, seeing the new things in the house, possibly meeting new people in the form of his father's business contacts, but more than that, he was able to see the sun through the many windows in the front of the house. As its light fell upon him he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth in the same way a flower would.

He looked up at his caretaker, who smiled at him with a twinkle in her eyes as she steered him out through the door and into the cool, clean air beyond. The revitalizing feeling he felt upon inhaling the fragrance of the mountain air made him feel as though he could leap from his chair and run for miles, his muscles tingling with excitement at the idea of being used more than they usually were. As they made their way down the hill on which his house sat, his caretaker spoke to him as she usually did, sharing with him her day and the many things that had been happening in the world, going on and on in the usual way until they reached the road at which point she asked, "Okay Sir, where to today?"

Nicolas looked around at the small town, at all the little houses and shop's he'd been to before, his mind thinking to the friendly inhabitants and the nice things they do for him. He continued to look around the town until his eyes fell on the forest entrance towards the edge of town and a smile split his lips. He had very rarely entered into the forest, mostly due to his parents stringent feelings on how dangerous they found it for him. He would love to go on a walk through the forest again, to see the Pokemon wander through the tree's and across the road. He'd only been allowed into the woods when his caretaker was a skilled Pokemon trainer.
He raised his arm and pointed towards the forest entrance and his caretaker nodded briefly before steering the wheelchair down the road towards the forest, humming softly as she walked. As they reached the forests edge, a palpable sense of excitement welled up in Nicolas as the tree's enveloped him, the chattering of various bird Pokemon and the gentle blowing of the wind the only sounds that broke the otherwise still morning. Nicolas took long, deep breaths as the moved through the trees, trying to see if he could spot Pokemon through the trees. There weren't very many that he saw, the occasional Rattata and Sentret wandering through the brush, and not much else.

It disheartened him slightly to not see as many Pokemon, but he reasoned he would see more sooner or later. He looked up at his caretaker and asked,
"Why are there so few Pokemon in the forest today?"

The old woman shook her head, her sharp gaze scanning the trees around them, searching for any sign of the missing inhabitants of the woods. It was far to quiet for a noon day in these woods. She had walked them many times before and always there had been some form of Pokemon calls heard from within the trees, but now, only the winds and rustling leaves offered any sound at all. She reached down under her shirt to her trainer belt and pulled a black and yellow Pokeball, she tossed it and called forth her companion, a Glaceon. She looked at the Pokemon and said, "Keep your ears open, things are far too quiet."

The Glaceon nodded and padded along side them as the continued through the trees, Nicolas finding it difficult to not keep watching the Glaceon, it being the first one he'd ever seen. He wanted to pet it, but felt that now wasn't the time, what with it and his caretaker being so tense. He didn't understand what they were so afraid of, it just seemed that the Pokemon weren't around today. He didn't pay any mind to it until his wheelchair stopped suddenly, forcing him to have to look up at his caretaker to see what was wrong. Her eyes were narrowed and fixed upon a single section of trees, a slight snarl curling her lips, making her look far less like the kind woman she usually did. She motioned for Glaceon to stand close by and slowly made her way towards the trees. Nicolas now was beginning to feel worried, a feeling amplified by the strange sounds that began to reach his ears the closer they got to the tree line. As they neared, strange, high pitched cries could be heard, interrupted by shouts and yells.

He thought at first that perhaps there was an actual Pokemon battle happening in the trees; the thought of which made him tingle with excitement. However, once they reached the trees, the sight they beheld was far different. Less than ten feet away was a small group of men, who were clustered in a small clearing, kicking and swinging at a small white skinned and green haired Pokemon, which they knocked around with laughs and whoops of pleasure, the high pitched screams of the Pokemon the source of the noise. Nicolas felt sickened by what he saw and reached for his caretaker, but she had gone. She and Glaceon wear moving through the tree's creeping towards the group in an attempt to surprise them. They got less than half the distance when an overly large Flareon charged from a bush and tackled the Glaceon large a ball of fire, knocking the Glaceon flying sideways into a tree, where it slid to the ground unconscious. Nicolas' caretaker's eyes went wide and she made a dash for the fallen Pokemon, scooping it up into her arms and sprinting from the trees with it, narrowly avoid a jet of flame from the fire Pokemon.

She exited the trees feet from him and began running back to the town, with the jeering of the bullies following after her. Nicolas felt afraid now, he was left alone in the middle of a forest with hostile and cruel humans mere feet from him, with no means of defending himself. He trembled slightly and looked back through the trees at the small Pokemon that the trainers beat. It was so frail and helpless, much like he was, its body falling to the ground repeatedly from the blows of the trainers. Every so often, they would allow it to crawl or run for the clearing, only to have the Flareon, or another hidden Pokemon knock it backwards into the group, where the abuse would start up again.

Nicolas knew that these trainers intended to kill this defenseless Pokemon, and this more than anything else sickened him. He wished he had a Pokemon with which to fight these monsters, but all he had was himself. He looked at the Pokemon once more as he struggled with indecisiveness, but as it hit the ground again, he could see its eyes as its hair came up, bright green and streaming with tears. Nicolas felt a strong surge of energy as a mixture of pity and hatred fueled him, his feet sliding to the dirt road beneath him. He pushed on the arms of the chair with as much strength as his weakened frame would allow, trying his hardest to stand on his own feet, the sensation of soft earth under his feet giving him an adrenaline surge at the prospect of what he was doing. Unsurprisingly to him, his legs shook uncontrollably as he put weight upon his feet, but he didn't get much further than that as his wheelchair shot out from behind him as he lifted himself up, causing him to fall painfully to the ground as it rolled away.

He growled and coughed painfully, fighting back tears as he clawed his way across the soft earth, pulling himself along as best he could, using his weak legs to try to help the process. As he entered into the trees, he could see the shaking Pokemon, that the trainers were applying medicine to, obviously trying to delay its death as long as possible. Anger welled up inside him as the nearest trainer took a kick at it as soon as the medicine had taken effect, a fresh scream filling the clearing as he did so. Nicolas gritted his teeth and fought his coughing, pulling himself along as best he could, determined to help the Pokemon. After a minute or two, he felt a large heavy paw settle itself on his back, causing him to turn its head to see the Flareon that had attacked his caretaker earlier. The Flareon eyed him imperiously for a moment, leaning in to sniff him gently.

After a moment it obviously decided he was no threat as the Pokemon snorted at him and walked away. Nicolas sighed in relief and continued his laborious crawl towards the clearing, taking another minute or so before he reached the edge. He saw the Pokemon fall to the ground once again, except this time it did not get up, instead, laying there, curled up in a ball staring blankly at the trees through which he crawled, its ragged breathing the only sign of continued life. The trainers began to mock the weakened and dying Pokemon, no longer bothering to attack it any more. Nicolas pulled himself to his knees and looked over to the Pokemon, his eyes looking with its, registering nothing but fear in them, fear of what was to come. With another surge of strength, likely to be his last he crawled over towards the group as the leader said, "Alright, I guess its time we put you to sleep now."

He raised his foot to stomp down upon the Pokemon, a sick twisted smile upon his face as he did so. In that instant, time seemed to crawl to a halt. Nicholas forced his weak body to lunge through the small gap that only his body could fit through, his arms wrapping around the small Pokemon as he shielded it from the attack with his own body. Searing pain filled him as the foot made contact with his back, causing him to arch in agony as he experienced pain like he had never felt before. The trainers all looked in bewildered alarm at the new addition to their murder group and in an instant, they all began recalling their Pokemon before making a dash for the trees. In a matter of moments, they were gone, leaving Nicholas and the frail Pokemon alone in the clearing. He could taste blood in his mouth, but he didn't care, all that mattered was ensuing that this small Pokemon was alright, he shifted slightly and shook it gently, the soft skin of the Pokemon strange to him as he did so. It slowly looked up at him, a tinge of fear in its eyes as it focused on him. He tried to make some sort of sound of comfort to it, tried even to simply smile, but the pain in his back peaked as he moved and slumped against the ground, unable to move anymore. He slowly wrapped his arms around it and pulled it close to him, before closing his eyes and passing out.

Nicolas slowly awoke after what seemed like only minutes, finding himself in a small hospital room, with an IV in his arm, the pain in his back much milder than it had been. He looked slowly around and spotted his mother asleep in the chair next to him. He tried to croak out her name but found he was too weak even for that. It was now that he became aware of the strong burning sensation in every muscle in his body, likely due to the exertion he had put himself through in crawling towards that weakened Pokemon.

He remembered the events of earlier and this more than anything made him call out to his mother, who jerked awake as though she had just been electrocuted. She smiled and got up moving over to him and asking, "How's my little boy, is he feeling alright?"

Nicolas nodded and said weakly, "Yes mother, I'm fine, just a little thirsty. I need to ask you about the Pokemon I saved."

His mother froze in the process of grabbing a cup full of water and asked, "You saved? What do you mean by that?"

Nicholas sighed and explained to his mother how he and his caretaker had come across a group of trainers who were abusing another Pokemon, the one they'd found him with. He explained how his caretaker had tried to put a stop to it, but had instead been ambushed and defeated by the trainers Pokemon and been forced to retreat. He finally culminated in how he had forced himself out of his wheelchair and crawled to the defense of the Pokemon. His mother sat there listening to him as he gave his story and finally sighed after he completed it saying, "Nicholas, do you have any idea how dangerous what you did was? You should have just waited there until she came back with help."

Nicholas shook his head, but before he could protest the matter she said, "Your life is more important to me than any Pokemon, you understand me? Don't you ever do something so foolish again."

Nicholas wanted to protest, but under the stern gaze of his mother, he could only nod. Eventually he asked, "What became of the Pokemon I rescued?"

His mother frowned and gave him a drink of water before she said, "When we found you, it had passed out next to you, very badly hurt. We used some medicine to stabilize it some more before we had it transferred to the Pokecenter for emergency treatment. I suspect it should be fine. After its done been treated, it'll be released back into the wild."

Nicholas sighed in relief and settled into his bed, happy that the Pokemon was going to be alright. He looked back at his mother and asked, "How long do you think I'll have to stay here?"

His mother raised an eye brow and said, "A day or two, you were fortunate that the blow you received didn't do anything more than some tissue damage. We'll take you home after you've had time to recover a bit more."

Nicholas sighed and closed his eyes, wishing that he could see that poor Pokemon again, but he doubted he would. After being released to the wild, it would likely disappear into the woods and avoid human contact for the rest of its life, and he couldn't blame it. After all the pain It went through at the hands of humans, why would it want to be around them any more. After another moment or two he heard his mother clear her throat and say, "I'll let you get some rest, I'll stop by later with your father. Sleep well." With that, she rose from her chair and kissed him on the forehead before turning and leaving through the door. Leaving him very much alone. With a heavy sigh he settled back into his bed, closing his eyes and was asleep within minutes.

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