Chapter 1: Beginnings of Unlikely Heroes
Jacob was your common thug. He was fourteen and had jet black hair which fell to his ears, and dark blue eyes seemed to strike fear in all he saw. He preferred hit-and-runs and did not seem to own any pokémon. He'd come behind a trainer and knock them out by use of a tire iron. He'd steal their wallets and be off, without a word. He was a man of action and used very little words. He seemed to despise interactions with other living things.
Sabrina was your common trainer. She was thirteen and had a pet spearow and trained it furiously. She wandered from town to town and helped all she saw, doing what she could. She loved speaking to people and seemed to revel in their attention. In one town she heard of this thug and went to apprehend him. No one knows what happened or why these two people teamed up. But, now, as they went from town to town, the rich got poorer and the poor got a lot richer. They were commonly referred to as the Good Will Bandits. They were celebrated as heroes for some reason and most of the time, if someone saw them committing a crime, they'd look the other way.
But their exploits as humans is not what this story is about. It is what they did when they changed is what is really important. They had recently been discovered stealing from a man's mansion, he was known for exploiting his workers, and had hired extra guards when he heard the Good Will Bandits were in town. The two were now fleeing as quick as they could through the nearby forest…
"Quickly." Jacob said, turning to an exhausted Sabrina.
"I dropped my pokéball somewhere… What about Beaky?" She was taking deep breaths.
"We'll come back for him." He heard footsteps, "So fast! Quick, come on!" He grabbed her wrist and started running. Every time he heard an unknown footstep, he changed direction. Eventually, the forest stopped, Jacob barely managed to stop as the forest gave way to a cliff. It hung over the ocean. Jacob looked down at the water as I crashed on the rocks at the bottom.
"Damnit!" He cussed, "We're screwed!"
"Jacob!" Sabrina tugged on his shirt. Three guards had also come after them and now boxed them in. "What do we do?" She asked, terrified.
"Come quietly." One guard offered.
"Death first!" Jacob retorted. He moved Sabrina behind him, "I'll take them on, you run for it, alright?"
"I won't leave you!"
"It's either both of us or one of us."
"B-but… I… Fine."
"Alright, let- What the-" Jacob was looking down and saw a crack in the ground. "So ends the Good Will Bandits." Jacob said sadly. The land under them gave way and Jacob and Sabrina fell. Jacob was certain of his death, he felt intense pain and coldness all throughout his body. He didn't want to die! But he didn't have much of a choice.
"Breathe." A voice said.
"…No." Jacob replied, breathing pained him too much.
"Breathe." The voice repeated, irritated.
"Fine." Jacob took a deep breath and moved past the intense pain.
"Good. Now, be more careful from now on, ok?"
"Who… Are you?"
"Don't worry. We'll meet again and you can thank me in person!"
"I'd rather not… You sound really annoying…"
"Is that how you thank someone for saving your life?" The voice was really angry now.
"Yes."
"You're a meanie! At least the girl thanked me!"
"Sabrina!? Where? Where is she? Is she ok?"
Jack's questions yielded no response. He slowly drifted off into sleep.