Chapter 1: The New Adventure
Jeremy relaxed in his leather chair. With all the money he had earned recently, he might be able to afford some rather expensive equipment he had had his eye on for the last few months. After all, being a 27-year-old genius had its perks. He was receiving contracts and requests from just about everyone important these days, and was the new professor at MIT. His students for the day filed in. Jeremy watched, picking out the ones he thought might do well. There was a boy and girl who were eagerly chatting about string theory (more child geniuses. We never seem to have enough in this place, Jeremy thought), but no one else interested him. All of the other students were chatting about drugs, gangs and more revolting topics. "Alright, class, settle down." He said, still reclining. The students continued to chat. A loud explosion was heard in the front of the room, and everyone was stunned speechless. "Seriously, guys. Time to start," Jeremy said, smiling a little. New recruits were always fun to mess with. This was almost as fun as the daily nuclear meltdowns of Mag… better not say it. He wanted to forget everything that happened to him as a child, for the sake of his heart. He pulled out a poster of an advanced machinery design, and said to the class, "Compose a design for a quantum space transmitter that is better than this one. This will be due… Oh, whatever, let's make it whenever you're finished." The students whispered among themselves. Just how strange was this guy? Not only was he their age, he was weird in every sense of the word. Only the boy and girl were smiling in the class. "I've got a feeling that this guy is a lot more fun than the other neck-bearded engineers around here," she whispered. "Oh yeah, this year is gonna rock," the boy whispered back. They studied the drawing, and quickly began working. At the end of the hour, they turned their work in, to Jeremy's surprise. "Finished already? Let's see here…" He leafed through their notes, looking delighted. "This is actually very good quality. Nice job!" The two smiled. "So, what's your names?" Jeremy asked. "Didn't you get the list? Every teacher around here just reads them off." Jeremy shrugged. "If I had a nickel for every teacher who can't remember faces, I'd be richer than the U.S. Treasury." The two students laughed. "Well, my name is Will, short for William," the boy began. "And mine is Abigail, but you can call me Abby," the girl finished. "We better go, classes to get to," Will said. The two dashed off, leaving Jeremy to shake his head, grinning. "Kids these days," he said. He then went into his lab.
For the rest of the day, the students filed in and out. None were particularly interesting other than Will and Abby, whose work he shared with the other professors. They were all astounded when he told them that the two had done this in a bare one hour. Jeremy laughed with them, and went off to the lab. He had more important business than grading, after all…
Jeremy slipped into the back door of the lab, making sure no one was watching. The place was deserted after classes, so he didn't worry much. He entered Will and Abby's papers and the necessary information into his latest patent: The Grading Machine. He then went farther back, into another back door. A blue field was across the door, and Jeremy stepped into it. "Professor Jeremy; access granted," the machine read. Jeremy smiled. That particular door would mildly electrocute anyone other than him who tried to break in, where they would be unceremoniously dumped from the premises. In the room he entered were all manner of strange contraptions, each more bizarre than the last. Jeremy examined one, delicately examining it. "Everything in working order," he said. Then he went over to the biggest of the group, the size of a bed on its side. "Aura Detector, scan for high-level auras among students," he said. "Scanning," the machine said. "No anomalies detected." Jeremy relaxed. The last one that had a high aura turned out to be a psychic who read minds for spite. Jeremy had sent him some very revealing messages about the student's past life, and he had stayed out of Jeremy's mind since. Just then, he heard a beeping sound on a radar-like machine, just as he heard a knock on the door. "Wonderful," he muttered. "It's been a long time since I've had trouble." He grabbed a few choice weapons, and went out the front.
"Hi, Professor…I Don't Know Your Last Name," said Abby. She and Will were standing in the front door, blocking his escape. "Hey, guys. Um, listen, I was actually called away for urgent business, so…" His lie was interrupted by a huge crash. Will and Abby were blown into Jeremy, knocking all three over. A huge creature, black as night and with a familiar outline, roared. "W-What's that?" Will asked, while he cowered in fear. "Trouble," Jeremy said grimly.
It was the outline of Giratina.
His nightmare was back.
"Get behind me!" Jeremy yelled. "Why, are you going to fight that thing?" Abby asked. She expected him to decline, but to her surprise, he nodded and handed her his cell phone. "Call Brandon," he said. "Tell him we've got… familiar troubles." Abby nodded, and Jeremy went to confront whatever the hell this thing was.
Meanwhile, far away in the Hiroshima Memorial Museum, Brandon was showing off his latest uncoveries. These were namely Japanese ancient artifacts, which he specialized in, when he felt his cell phone buzzing. He quickly finished his demonstration, and sneaked out the back as the next speaker came to take his place. "What is it? I'm kinda doing a demonstration, you know." He looked at the caller ID, and saw it was Jeremy. To his consternation, a girl about his age answered. "Are you Brandon?" the speaker said. "Yes…" said Brandon warily. "Thank goodness. Professor Jeremy is fighting some huge monster, and he said for me to call you, and say "We've got familiar troubles." She answered. "OK, I'll be right over," he said. He hung up, and drove to his house. There, he went into the basement, where a machine identical to one of the ones in Jeremy's lab was standing. He pressed a button…
A/N: And that concludes the first chapter. What did you think, was it good, bad, horrible, etc.? Don't forget to be honest…ly telling me that it was awesome.
Will: R-Review… Wait, why did I say that? What's going on? Who's that guy typing on a laptop over there?
Relax, man, it's the author.
Will: THAT MAKES ME EVEN MORE SCARED!