I CHOOSE YOU!
Quick Authors Note: This is my first fic... EXCITING! Please enjoy, review if you want, favourite if you want, do whatever, but please enjoy! I know that as soon as you turn 10 you can become a Pokémon trainer, but honestly, I think that is way too young! So I am gonna go with 16
"TOOOOOOOOT" The unmistakable sound of the morning Dodrio sounded across Pallet town, waking every 16 year old with a start. Today was the day. Santana rolled out of bed and slid her feet into her Eevee slippers before shuffling downstairs where her mom was making pancakes.
"Morning mija, are you excited?" Her mom stroked her daughter's long dark hair and kissed the top of her head.
"Of course I'm excited mamá! I've waited years for today!" Today was the day that Santana and every other 16 year old received their Pokémon Licence. They became Pokémon trainers today. Of course they wouldn't be facing the world alone. They would be visiting Professor Schuester at his research lab to receive a starter Pokémon.
"Well you better hurry up and get a move on before all the good Pokémon go" Laughed mom.
"Don't be silly, everyone knows that your Pokémon picks you now, not the other way around." Santana rolled her eyes and scoffed down the last of her pancakes. Even though her Pokémon would choose her, she didn't want to be late.
As Santana made her way across the bridge to Professor Schuester's lab, she could hear the crowd already cheering for Puck. "Puck, Puck, he's our man, if he can't do it, no one can!"
"Ergh, Puck." Santana growled to herself. Noah Puckerman was a good friend to the young girl. In fact, they had been best friends since before she could even remember. They lived in the same village, attended the same school and even went to the same summer camps, but Puck thought he was better than his friend at everything. This was usually the case, but Santana would never admit it.
Today was no different; Puck had beaten her to the lab and had probably already been chosen by the best Pokémon. Shoving her way through the crowd, Santana approached Puck and playfully pushed past him.
"Woah wait up Satan" he called after her. Satan was the nickname Puck gave Santana the day they met. He wasn't able to quite say Santana, and probably had no idea what Satan meant. It stuck ever since and he hadn't called her anything else for as long as they had known each other.
"Back off Puck, I have a Pokémon to get". Santana could never be angry with Puck, but he annoyed her beyond belief.
"What's the rush, we both know I am going to become the Pokémon Master." Puck boasted. Santana laughed because she knew he would make a good Pokémon Trainer, but he would never beat her to the title of Pokémon Master.
"Whatever Puck. Just let me get on and I'll see you along the way." Santana side stepped Puck and walked through the research lab doors. She had never been inside the building before as she had never had a reason to visit. Today was a special occasion.
"Ah, you must be… Santana?" asked the Professor. Santana started and turned to face him.
"Er… Yes sir, that's me" she stated.
"Follow me and we'll get you your new Pokémon." Santana followed the Professor into a room equally as large as the first one. She had never seen a building this size before and couldn't believe it was filled with so many machines with blinking lights and compartments.
"Santana, it's time for you to find your new companion. Have you got any ideas which one you want?" Santana had thought about this at least a thousand times over the last few days, but she still had no idea what Pokémon she wanted. With so many to choose from, it wouldn't be an easy task to pick just one, "well no need to think too hard about it, because we're about to find out who's your perfect match. Just place your hand on this pad right here." The professor held a slim machine in his hand with a glowing shape on the surface. Santana took a step closer and placed her hand on the pad. A blue strip lit below her hand and scanned her fingertips.
"What is it doing?" queried Santana.
"Oh don't panic, this machine will pick you a Pokémon that matches you and your personality perfectly. This allows you to bond with your Pokémon better than if you choose one you think looks nice."
'Makes sense' Santana thought to herself. The pad beeped and Professor Schuester took it away to connect it to a large computer covering one wall of the enormous room. A few more beeps and everything went quiet.
"Is… Is everything okay?" Stuttered Santana. "I mean can it find a Pokémon for me?"
"Patience Santana. The machine needs time to calculate everything about you to find an exact match."
"Oh" was all Santana could manage. She had never been so nervous about anything before. This moment would determine her future. The Pokémon she received today would help her be the Master she hoped to one day become. This little creature will grow with her and help her catch more Pokémon and – BEEP
A loud beep interrupted Santana's thoughts and the young girl began to shake with eagerness. "WhathaveIgot? WhathaveIgot?" She could barely contain her excitement. The screen on the huge machine flashed red and slowly faded to show a picture of a Pokéball. Santana held her breath and waited. The Pokéball on the screen opened to reveal the most beautiful, majestic animal she had ever seen. It was similar in shape and size to a fox, with a large bushy tail and a matching crown. "Vulpix" Santana whispered.
"That's right" laughed Professor Schuester. "Number 37, Vulpix is a Fire-type that evolves into Ninetales when exposed to a Fire Stone."
"Oh man, it's beautiful!" cooed Santana. "Can I meet him now?" The Professor pressed a few more buttons on the machine and a door slid open to reveal Santana's very first Pokémon. The shy creature sniffed the edge of the door before slowly walking towards his new owner with his head held low as if he was guilty of something.
"Come on little guy, I gotta put you away in your Pokéball so we can get going to Viridian City." Santana removed the Pokéball from the belt her mother bought her and watched as it expanded in her hand. "Vulpix, get in the ball now." Santana threw the Pokéball at Vulpix, expecting him to disappear into the ball; only he bounced it off his tail and straight back into Santana's hand. "Huh?" Once again, she threw the ball at the Pokémon only to have it bounced back into her hand. This continued a few more times, before Santana got annoyed. "Why won't he get in his ball" she asked Professor Schuester, "was it something I did?"
"While being trained, a Pokémon usually stays inside its Pokéball, however, there are many exceptions. Some Pokémon hate being confined". Professor Schuester looked at the tiny Vulpix with a slight smile. "I guess this would be one of those exceptions."
"I guess so" chuckled Santana. "Hey little guy, come here." Santana knelt down and held out her hand to Vulpix. "C'mon, don't be shy, we've got a lot to face together so we better get acquainted now."
The Pokémon shuffled towards Santana, almost afraid of the larger being. He sniffed her out stretched hand and before Santana had a chance to notice, he opened his mouth and bit her extended finger.
"Ow!" Santana jumped up and cradled her injured finger to her chest. "He… He bit me!"
"Hmm" Professor Schuester pressed a few more buttons on the machine and the screen filled with pages of symbols and shapes. "Yes, it says here that not all Pokémon gel with their trainers instantly. It may take some time for you two to become… friends."
'Great,' thought Santana. 'I've got to face the elite four and become Pokémon Master with an animal that isn't even going to listen to me. Just great!'
"Well I guess we better head on." Santana shrugged. "Thank you Professor, for my Pokémon Licence and this little… thing!" she ruffled the mane of hair on her companions head making sure her fingers were far from his little mouth and razor sharp teeth and headed towards the door.
"Santana wait," the Professor rummaged around in his lab coat pocket and retrieved a small red book. "Take this Pokédex and keep track of all the Pokémon you encounter and catch. I believe in you. You've got a… special relationship with Vulpix, there aren't many who would feel comfortable enough outside of their ball." The Professor seemed genuine enough but the sly twinkle in his eye said something else.
"Thank you." Santana placed the Pokédex in her rucksack and turned once more to the door. "One more thing Professor, which Pokémon did Puck receive?"
"Noah Puckerman? I believe he matched with a Machop."
'A perfect match' thought Santana. 'All brute and no brain.'
Santana and Vulpix had left Pallet town after an emotional farewell from her mother, and were on their way to Viridian City. This was where it started; this is where the rest of their lives began.
Vulpix still refused to get in his Pokéball and Santana had stopped trying to make him. He ran up ahead, stopping to sniff things once in a while.
It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky and Santana looked up to see various bird like Pokémon flying around above her. She stopped to retrieve her Pokédex from her rucksack so she could identify the animals above her when she heard the mechanic like plodding from within the tall grass beside her.
"Huh?" Santana was careful as she approached the sound. "What is it Vulpix?" She didn't expect an answer, but she felt safer asking anyway.
Peeking through the grass, Santana saw a bird that could only be compared to a Pigeon. 'That must be a Pidgey' she thought to herself. Holding her Pokédex in her hand, she aimed it at the bird.
The digital voice began to explain; "Pidgey is a flying Pokémon. Of all the flying Pokémon it is the easiest to capture and a perfect target for a beginner Pokémon Trainer to test their Pokémon's skills."
"This is great" cheered Santana, putting her Pokédex in her pocket "today's our lucky day. Vulpix, go get him"
"Vul." The reluctant Pokémon turned his head away, refusing to listen to his trainer. "Pix."
"Vulpix why won't you listen to me?" the little creature ran to a nearby tree and quickly scaled the trunk to sit on a branch.
"Okay, I get it" shouted Santana, "I don't want or need your help anyway! I can catch this thing on my own!" throwing her bag on the floor and retrieving another Pokéball from her belt, Santana turned to face the small bird. "I've pledged to catch every Pokémon and you are gonna be my first. Enjoy your last moments of freedom Pidgey, 'cause you are going to be mine!" She threw the Pokéball at the bird and watched as it bounced around momentarily before opening up and zapping the Pokémon inside.
"I did it!" she cheered. "I actually did it – Huh?" confusion crossed her face as the ball rolled around a little on the floor before bouncing in the air and opening once again, returning the Pidgey to its place in the grass. "What the hell?"
"To capture a Pokémon" began the Pokédex in Santana's pocket, "you usually have your own Pokémon battle with the other."
'Now it tells me' thought Santana, rolling her eyes and heading back to Vulpix and the tree. "How am I meant to catch this damn thing without your help?" Santana asked her pet. "I have to do everything myself." Retrieving a shirt from her backpack, Santana approached the bird, tip toeing through the grass to get as close as she can before throwing the shirt over its head. Holding it down to stop him wriggling around seemed a better plan in her head. The Pidgey attacked, causing a tornado of wind to explode from under the shirt throwing Santana to the ground. "What the –"
"Pidgey's Gust power causes tornados" interrupted the Pokédex. "It also has a Sand Attack."
"Sand attack?" managed Santana before she was engulfed in a cloud of dirt and sand left by the Pidgey as it flew off into the sky. "Guess it's not my lucky day" she cried.
"Vul-pix" laughed the Pokémon, still sitting on his branch.
"What are you laughing at? You could have helped me you kn – Hey!" shouted Santana as a ratty looking thing pulled its head out of her bag. "Get out of there!" The creature ran away, but not before facing Santana and showing her his teeth.
"A forest Pokémon; Rattata. It likes cheese, nuts, fruit and berries" started the Pokédex.
'But this isn't even a forest' mused the young girl, 'it's an open field.'
"It also comes out into open spaces to steal from stupid travellers." Continued the red machine.
"Oh shut up you stupid thing. How do I take the batteries out of you?"
"I run on sunlight and electric currents in the air. Removing my batteries will amount to nothing."
"Well you can go back in my bag and stay there until I need you!" Shoving the book back into her bag and throwing it over her shoulder, Santana turned to face her Vulpix, still sitting in the tree. "Are you going to help me or not, because your stupid laughing is pissing me off."
"Vul." The fox like Pokémon turned his gaze to a group of Pidgey's huddled in the distance.
"I don't even want to try!" Cried Santana as she threw a stone at the cluster of animals. "Wait! This could be a stroke of genius… Or a complete disaster" laughed Santana. Picking up another stone and feeling it in her hand, she crept through the field in search of another Pokémon. "I'll get you this time."
There it was, in the distance, another bird, and Santana was adamant she'd get it this time. She threw the stone and watched as it bounced of the birds head. "Ha! I hit it" she celebrated. The bird turned around with a vicious glint in its eye. "I wonder what that is?" asked Santana. Retrieving her Pokédex from deep within her bag, she loathed even having to ask it.
"Unlike Pidgeys, Spearow has a terrible attitude. It is very wild and will sometimes attack other Pokémon and trainers."
"Oh shit" cried Santana as the Pokémon flew at her face. Santana ran back to the tree, which Vulpix still occupied, with the Spearow hot behind her. She flew to the floor, narrowly missing the sweeping attack from the bird.
'Why me' thought Santana. 'I bet Puck doesn't have this much trouble!'
The bird flew high in the sky and swooped, heading straight for Vulpix on his branch. "Vulp" gulped Vulpix, ducking to miss the attack.
"Hey, leave him alone" cried Santana. "He didn't throw the rock, I did!"
"Wild Pokémon tend to be jealous of human trained Pokémon" informed the Pokédex.
'Oh no.' Spearow flew at Vulpix one more time, knocking him off the branch. "Vulpix" screamed Santana! "Hold on!" The little fox had just managed to grab the branch and was currently hanging by his front paws. 'This was it' thought Santana. 'We've not had one adventure and the little guy's gonna die already.' The horrid bird flew one more circle and aimed its beak at Vulpix. The glint in its beady eye was unmistakable; it was going to enjoy this.
"Vulpix, do something. Please!" Santana was almost hysterical now. The Spearow flew high in the air and turned to aim straight at the helpless Vulpix.
'I can't look.' Santana covered her eyes as a single tear fell down her cheek. She didn't particularly like the little guy, but he didn't deserve this.
Suddenly the air got hot and Santana was pushed to the floor. "Vulpix?" Santana sat up to see a very burnt looking Spearow on the floor. "What did you do Vulpix?"
"Vul-pix?" with his head tilted to one side, Vulpix couldn't have looked more confused if he tried. "You… you saved yourself!" The twitching Spearow picked itself up off the floor before letting out a deafening cry. "SPEAROW!"
Before Santana had a chance to blink, at least 30 Spearows flew out of a nearby tree and flew straight towards Santana and Vulpix.
"Should we run?" she yelped, before spinning on her heels and running for her life. "Don't worry Vulpix, I'll do everything I can to keep you sa –" Before Santana could even finish her sentence, Vulpix had run ahead making it clear it was each for their own. Muttering Spanish profanities as she ran, Santana thought she'd never get on with this being.
Just in front of her, she could see poor Vulpix being swarmed by the Spearows. "Leave him alone" she shouted. "I swear to all that is real, I will beat every single one of you before you lay a claw on my Vulpix." She wasn't all that sure what made her so protective of her Pokémon, maybe this was the bond that Professor Schuester had mentioned, but she knew she had to protect him, at all costs.
Santana picked up the injured Vulpix and cradled him close to her chest as she continued to run from the beasts. She broke through a canopy of leaves and fell out into a stone expanse. She had reached the edge of the field and came to what looked like the edge of the world. This must be the Forbidden Falls that she was warned about at school. It was at least a 30ft drop along the falling water, and the lake at the bottom can't have been much deeper than 10ft.
'It's the only way' Santana thought to herself, 'either jump and hope to survive or get attacked by the Spearows and definitely die.' Cradling Vulpix even closer to her body, she jumped.
Oooooh... Haha, what d'yall think? I won't keep commenting cause it annoys me when I have to read all this blah blah blah! But as it is the first chapter I felt I had to introduce myself :D
