Blue Mountain League: Prologue
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Pokémon
Chapter 1: A New Beginning
Our story begins the way many do; with a young boy checking his backpack to make sure he has everything. However, unlike many stories, this boy doesn't have much. All he has is a bottle of potion and a pair of running shoes. Oh, and his hat. Yes, though this story has similarities, it shall be different. Why? Well, you'll find out by around chapter 20 or so.
Anyway, back to what's important. This young boy, about to start a soul-searching journey, wasn't alone in his quest. Across the street lived the resident evil jerk that needs a serious attitude adjustment. That evil jerk just happened to be the highly spoiled Jack Oak, son of Professor Gary Oak. Anyway, Jack wanted to get a Charmander like his great-grandfather. However, his tendency to sleep in, due to his being spoiled, foiled his plans.
It was approximately 5:00 am when John got up to pick his pokémon. Even though Professor Oak wasn't expecting anyone until around 9:00 am, he let John in. "Well, John, you really want a pokémon, don't you?" Professor Oak asked, though the answer was about as visible from space as Eurasia.
"Yeah, I really want to start. I never had a pokémon before. Anything would be fine. Except Bulbasaur; it's much too slow. Oh, and definitely not a Squirtle, either, for the same reason. And also not a Chikorita. All three are slow. Okay?" asked John. However, this was not okay. Gary only had three pokémon available; two of which John said wouldn't work. However, the last one was a descendent of Gary's grandfather's first pokémon. It was also the pokémon promised to Jack. On one hand, Jack really wanted this pokémon, and it could probably change him for the better. Although, on the other hand, Jack was spoiled, being the son of a pokémon professor, as Gary himself once was, so maybe Jack should start with something else. And so Gary made a choice, one that if any other decision were to be made, things would have turned out completely different.
"I have just one pokémon I can give to you, then." Moving over to the desk with the pokéballs, Gary picked up the furthest one from John. "This is a very special pokémon. It's a descendent of my grandpa's first pokémon, a..."
"Charmander! Wow, Jack is going to be in shock that I got one too! He's been bragging that you were going to give him one, and now, I'm getting...one...too?" said John, first euphorically (spelt it right first time!), and then questioningly, for he realized there was no other Charmander. In his hand was the pokémon promised to Jack, that for some reason Professor Oak gave to him instead.
Gary looked at John, before remembering he told Jack to be at the lab for 6:00 am to get a head start. Checking his watch, it showed him that it was still only 5:03 am. This is probably the reason he was so shocked to see that Jack, who had never woken up before 7:30 am in his life, was standing in the doorway. Jack had been incredibly excited, and had woken up almost an hour before his father expected him. John was getting ready to leave during this and barely noticed his rival glaring at him with such hatred that would have made a Venusaur run in fear.
As John left for home, he could barely hear Jack questioning his father as to why he didn't get a good pokémon. Gary tried to explain that it was promised 'First come, first serve,' the way Professor Samuel Oak made it about a decade earlier. As John said goodbye to his family and left for Viridian, Jack finally accepted defeat. Jack decided to take a Squirtle, like his dad got. Well, Gary thought he had gotten through to his son, but in reality, Jack was plotting his revenge.
'First come, huh? I'll make that weakling see that he isn't worthy of a pokémon, except for a Magikarp! Once Squirtle evolves, I'll challenge him to a battle. Then, I'll take Charmander, or whatever it evolved into, and make great-grandpa proud,' schemed Jack in his head after leaving his dad's lab. He had gotten ready to leave right away so that he wouldn't have to wait too long. As he left Pallet town, he saw John also almost out of Pallet. 'Well then,' he thought, 'we'll have a battle here so I know his tricks,' for you see, Jack was cunning.
However, John challenged Jack first. "Hey, Jack! Wanna battle? Test out the moves, get a feel for battle, and that stuff?" Jack, instead of replying, just threw Squirtle's pokéball. John realized his mistake almost the same moment he threw Charmander into battle. It was early in the morning, and still dark out. As long as Charmander was alive, Squirtle could see him. Jack figured this out too, and immediately told Squirtle to take advantage of this. What happened then was a barrage of well-aimed tackles and almost pointless growls. Soon, though, John noticed the rising sun, and the location of Squirtle. John decided that now was the time. "Scratch!" ordered John. Charmander, inspired by the change of battle strategy, scratched Squirtle on the front of the shell, leaving open spots where the claws had hit.
John realized (his third one!) that Jack's Squirtle must be so young that it's shell had not yet been fully developed. After Jack had used his potion, Squirtle still was in immense pain. John looked at Charmander, who only nodded. Charmander was still trying to understand how he could do so much damage while John gave his potion to Squirtle, who looked at Charmander with the same glare Jack gave John earlier. And so begins a quest so monumental and yet so weird that you will take about a day to read all the chapters (30 already planned) that come before it really gets started (4).
AN: For those of you who don't know, John is one of the original names in Blue version, which was my first. I found it better than Gary and Blue, plus I was too lazy to put my real name. Jack is John's rival from the game, since Gary's rival was Ash and Blue's was obviously Red. I also started with Charmander in Blue. Despite this basis, the story is actually based on Fire Red/Ruby, my two Pokémon Advance Cartridges.