Hello everyone I wrote this as an attempt to bring the Gold/Silver
version to a more episodic basis, this is only the first of many episodes I
plan to do. Hope you enjoy.
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Our story begins in the small town of New Bark; a town nestled in a valley of the Silver mountain range. In this town their was a house the was located next to a small rocky gulf. This house was unlike any others that surrounded it, for it contained two stories making it stand out among the single level shelters that could hardly be seen among the rising pines. The only building that compared to its greatness was a lab that was only a few meters away, the lab of Professor Elm. On the second story of the house that stood out was a room where the lights were off, but the light began to shine in the window to signal the rising of a new day.
The young teenager, no more than thirteen awoke slowly to see the red hues of the morning's dawn invade the darkness of his room. He sat up in the bed as the rude light stung his eyes. The boy slowly opened his them as they adjusted to the new brightness and scanned his room. The room seemed empty, a poster of the Johto map, and a little table that had nothing on it. A TV, computer, radio and bookshelves lined against the wall across from him. He never really settled because he felt that he would return to his real home on Cinnabar Island someday… though it wouldn't be in the near future.
His eyes caught site of his pack, which leaned onto the wall of his bedroom. His PokeGear wasn't so fortunate, about a week ago he almost fell down the stairs while checking the phone feature and caught himself, but dropped the gear in order to do so. So now, it had to be repaired. Ah well... he probably wouldn't need it for awhile. He opened his pack and fished out an empty Pokeball. It was where he kept his first Pokemon. Of course, it being a Pikachu named Andy. Because of the laws about not having a Pokemon before you were ten, his mother would not let him keep him so he released him in Pallet Town so he could run free… he never saw him again.
Of coarse when he received the Pikachu he was only six… it was a long story but it also explained a few things about this kid.
On a summer day, back when he was living in Cinnabar he was hanging around with his friends. Later that day they stumbled across the laboratory funded by the notorious Team Rocket. Still freshly new, the building wasn't as rickety as when that Pokemon broke out. His friends, the storytellers they were, said that anyone that went in never came out. But of course Kevin, for that was his name, didn't believe them. Therefore, he received a dare to go inside. While inside the boy stumbled across the Pikachu that seemed to be running from something, probably to be used in some experiment. The boy caught the Pokemon, but it appeared it wasn't the only thing caught. When he awoke he found himself in a lab, and hastily made an escape. After returning home to a worried mother, the boy learned something extraordinary. The Pikachu he had caught could talk to him… and he could converse back. Later the next morning he discovered he could understand all Pokemon on the island. Nevertheless, of course, this did have its toll on the poor lad. He was utterly confused the first couple of days, even scared. He would hide himself in his room just to escape what he felt was a crazy dream. The Pikachu, though, would always be their talking to him, trying to convince the boy that it was a gift he had received, not a burden. After another week the kid finally was used to this talent and made peace with the Pokemon he saved and named him Andy.
Kevin did try his best to keep the Pikachu hidden from his mother, but it only took her a month to find him, and immediately, without any consideration told him to release Andy.
It was a sorrowful parting, but he had seemed to get over it, he was lucky he didn't know the mouse for longer or parting would have been unbearable. As he said his good-byes he turned and walked calmly away as the yellow mouse stood and watched him leave, trying to keep from crying. The mists of the morning dew seeming to envelop the Pokemon as the distance between the two increased. He never forgot that day…
He phased back to the reality of his room and took a deep sigh. As he stood up he felt as if he had been hibernating, his muscles felt as if they hadn't worked in months. He picked up the pack and swung it on his back, maybe it was time to use the Pokeball he'd reserved for so long to catch a Pokemon. Kevin then headed down stairs, having no idea what was in store for him.
A smell of cooked eggs, sausage, and bacon permeated throughout the room as the boy arrived at the dining table. Though the table wasn't that large, it suited its purpose. The boy's mother rounded the half-wall that separated the kitchen from the table and sat the morning's meal on the table to present it to her hungry son. As she sat, she watched on as her boy grabbed some food off the plate and began to eat, it might have been coincidence, but the boy ate as if he always had somewhere to be. His black hair hung free and lightly spiky, and his brown eyes stared down at the plate, demanding nourishment from the edibles before him. He was a well- figured boy, not too fat and not too thin. She felt proud of how well she raised him, just like his father… Oh how she missed her husband, but he was in the Navy and wasn't due back for months.
The boy, as if he just was nourished enough to make realizations, noticed his mother wasn't eating. He looked up from his plate to see her in a red morning robe. Her portly face staring at him across the table, blue eyes staring intently, showing tad concern. An empty feeling hit Kevin as he realized something was wrong.
"What is the matter mom?" Asked the boy, worriedly.
As if coming out of a dream the mother snapped her head and her black, curly hair ruffled.
"Ohh…nothing." She said, and began serving herself.
However, something was bothering her, something in which she didn't really want to say. Late the night before, she had picked up Kevin's gear from the repair shop, to be a sort of surprise. She was startled when the phone suddenly rang. Picking it up she discovered it was none other than Professor Elm, and he was wondering if her son could run an errand for him the next morning.
The woman was so startled she didn't know what to say, so she said the first response that came to mind, 'yes'. However, she didn't really want him to go she knew her son had a talent for training Pokemon. He was a friend with a wild Pikachu when he was six; most trainers she heard of would find it difficult to become friends with a Pokemon even in the twenties. This worried the mother, what if he was so good that they recommend he take the League Challenge? Then she would be home alone for many days, maybe even months… That thought alone gave her a lonely feeling.
"Mom are you sure you're all right?"
Her son's voice dispersed her daydream once again and she sighed. It was far too obvious that something was on her mind, so she had to tell him, whether she wanted to or not.
"Kevin…" She began, attempting to find her courage. "Professor Elm called for you… and he wishes for you to drop by the lab…he wishes to ask a favor of you."
The boy stopped eating, barely choking on what he was already chewing. What could the professor want of him? Why didn't he call on any of the other children in the town, why him? It was obvious that his mother was also in the dark for she said nothing more. She sounded upset. Didn't she understand? Professor Elm had called, not on anyone else but HIM for help. Any trainer would become envious of this privilege, so why wasn't his mother happy for him?
"I also have your Pokegear back from the repair shop, its over on the counter in the kitchen…" The mother said almost as if someone had died… or she had lost someone.
Kevin finished the rest of his breakfast quickly and went into the kitchen. His gear looked as if it just came out of the factory, brand new and radiant. He picked up the item; barely a scratch remained from the accident.
Taking the device with him, Kevin returned to the dining area where his mother sat, eating silently. The boy picked up his pack, which was leaning on his chair, and placed the gear in one of the numerous pouches.
Then all ready to go he strapped the pack so he was carrying it on his back, his mother watching about ready to collapse. She had tried to keep him under her wings for as long as she could, but unfortunately, she couldn't keep her son sheltered from the world any longer.
"I will see you later mom." Said Kevin, plainly.
"All right honey, be back in time for lunch…ok?" Was all the mother could say.
"I will, I promise."
And with those four simple words the boy went out of the front door, the mother left alone in the now drafty shelter.
"Please, look after him…" She pleaded to the empty house.
***
The fresh mountain breeze blew threw the boy's hair as he stood in front of the only building that dared to compare itself to size with his home. He had gone into to this building a thousand times before while visiting, which he usually did once a week. Though this time, thought Kevin, this time would be different. He went inside to see the enormous lab for the thousandth time, still stunned at the massive size, although he had seen it numerous times. He walked past a scientist doing research on a nearby lab table and approached the headman. Elm had been waiting for him and smirked as the boy approached.
"How are you doing today Kevin?" Elm asked.
"Wonderful!" Kevin said cheerfully, unable to hide his excitement. "So what did you need me for?"
"Well…" the Professor began. "I have a friend who lives just North of Cherrygrove City, his name is Mr. Pokemon."
I hope he didn't bring me hear to tell a story, dreaded Kevin, I thought he was going to give me a Pokemon…
"And anyway," Elm continued. "He says that he had received from a Day Care business what he believes to be a Pokemon Egg."
Kevin's interest reasserted with the doctor's words.
Pokemon Egg? How is that possible?
The Professor babbled on. "But, of course, my friend has been known to produce such hot-winded drivel at times, so I asked him if I could send someone to pick up the egg and he agreed. So my next thought was whom I was going to send, and almost instantly remembered you. You have been of such great help around the lab that I know I can trust you with the delivery."
Kevin couldn't believe that Elm would place so much responsibility on him. This egg would probably be the greatest discovery in history, if it existed. This was an honor.
"So will you go?" The professor asked.
Without any second thought the boy nodded quickly.
"Excellent! Now let me write you a note."
The doctor handed the teen a sheet of paper with instructions on reaching his associate's place, just north of the next town. It also contained the professor's cell phone number.
Kevin took the note and was about to leave when Elm reasserted his attention.
"Where do you think you're going? There are wild Pokemon out there and you could be attacked!"
That was the most embarrassing moment he could ever recall.
The professor went into a cabinet and picked out three pokeballs, each containing a Pokemon within. Laying them out on the table before him, he described to Kevin what he had to choose from. He could pick Chikorita, the grass type, Cyndaquill, the Fire, or Tododile, water. A second of thought passed by; the boy knew what he wanted, for he always liked the fire type.
"I choose Cyndaquill!" Kevin decided.
Elm gave the Pokemon to the trainer-to-be, and wished him good luck. However, Kevin, being too absorbed in his thoughts of how happy he was, just nodded in reply. He let the thoughts of how he was going to be the part of the greatest discovery in all of history, and after that become the greatest trainer of all time, and then he'd catch every last….
"You should get going before it gets dark." Elm chuckled.
Ok, THAT was the most embarrassing moment he could ever recall. He nodded again, more sincerely this time, and made his exit.
Kevin made his egress and was marching happily to the town entrance when he felt a swift shove from the aft, causing him to stumble into the side of the laboratory. The teen swiftly turned around to see the piercing sun once more obscure his vision. Then a shady figure, with hair as crimson as the blood seeping from the scrape he had received from his contact with the building, stood before him giving his vision a chance to recuperate.
"Hey you wimp, how did you get a Pokemon?"
Kevin began to accumulate just who his assailant was.
The kid's name was Matt; he had turned nine a fortnight ago, and was still too young to gain his license. Though this boy was but nine, he still could miraculously overpower boys twice his age. How was a mystery to all. Some said he took steroids, others say he trained to become that strong and was hard on himself, but none of the gossip had proven true. Kevin received the assumption that the second rumor had some fact behind it when he saw this kid practicing his moves on a tree. His hands were red and scared, but he kept practicing holding back the pain that would signify weakness.
"I asked you a question!" The kid yelled, snapping Kevin out of his thoughts. Furious with waiting the kid kneed him in the stomach causing the teen to hit his knees, caressing his injury. It was like being hit by a wreaking ball, he hoped nothing was harmed internally.
Finding some remaining strength, Kevin responded. "I have no idea what you are talking about…" It sounded raspy, with a spiteful tone.
The response was returned with a swift kick to the face. The teen flew backwards his stomach and face now ached, he felt a tooth coming loose, but it refused to fall out.
"Don't play dumb with me!" The boy snapped. "I saw you through the window! You got a Pokemon, give it to me!"
It finally dawned on Kevin that this kid would beat him senseless, the Pokemon was not worth his life and it would be best to give it up.
"Fine…" said Kevin groggily; reaching into his pack, which had fallen to the side. He reached in and grabbed the first pokeball he felt, took it out, and threw it at Matt with minor velocity.
The kid laughed, a sinister laugh. "You are weak!" He gloated as he attempted to figure out how to open the ball.
Kevin slowly, weakly, stood and took his pack. Ready to return home. As he began walking away, he thought to himself miserably. He had failed, and he had hardly even begun. How was he ever going to face the professor now? Or his mother… a tear began to streak, maybe it wasn't meant to be…him and Pokemon.
Just as he was but a few yards from his house, he heard a shout come from behind him. The cry was so shrill it would have awoken the whole town if it hadn't already been morning.
Kevin spun around and saw the kid; his eyes appeared almost as red as his hair, as he stomped up to him. The teen cringed, he didn't look too happy, but he couldn't comprehend why. The two adolescence now faced each other and Matt shouted at him as if he were still a few meters down.
"You think this is some kind of joke!!!!" The red head shouted, as some people began peeping out of windows.
"What are y-"
However, Kevin didn't finish and was smashed in the stomach once more. This time feeling as he'd lose his breakfast.
"Don't play dumb with me!" The kid shouted shoving an empty Pokeball in the teen's face.
Just then, Kevin realized that the ball he had given to Matt had been the one in which he kept Andy in when he was young.
"Where is the real one?" The one with red hair yelled.
Perhaps it was the fact of how this kid was treating him, or maybe it was because he was acting like he was some big shot brat, but suddenly Kevin couldn't stand it any longer.
"Give me it!" Matt yelled, unknowing of the resilience he was creating.
"Make me!" Kevin snapped, himself hardly believing the sudden outburst.
This surprised the boy, how dare he speak that way to him. This weakling was nothing but a wimp; he never went through all the physical training he had. The two stared at each other in defiance of one another, neither giving into the others glares. A cloud shaded the warm sun from the ground in which they stood, casting them in darkness, causing a chill. Then finally Matt's temper flared.
"How dare you insult me!" He shouted lunging at the teen before him. Kevin dodged to the side causing the kid to hit air and land behind him. This caused the red head to flare up even more.
"Stay still you punk!"
The teen counters the verbal frustration with an average kick, which went across the face causing the kid to fall to the side. But Matt just stood up, sneered at Kevin, and gloated that the kick was pathetic. Then, with a sheer lightning agility the kid smashed the teen's stomach, which had already been sore. A tear drizzled down Kevin's cheek; he clutched his bruised area. The redhead then gave him a swift kick up the face.
"That is how you kick!" The kid chuckled walking up to the fallen teen, whom lied on his back, squealing in pain. When Matt's feet fell near the legs of his opponent, he was surprised by a swoop that caused him to fall over. The teen swiftly got up and lunged for the face, but the kid grappled his arms. The both struggled in that position. Then, almost when it appeared it would be an eternity before they would break their hold, a familiar voice chimed.
"You boys knock that off!" Kevin's mother shouted from her door.
The teen became startled, loosening his grip. The kid grinned and took the opportune moment to give his opponent a good hook across the face, causing him to sprawl to the right. Promptly the red head stood up and ran into the woods surrounding the town. By the time Kevin was able to stand, his mother was beside him.
As they went toward the house, his mother gave him the typical lectures; I Leave You for One Second… Why Did You Have to Start A Fight… Don't Let Him Bother You… You Could Have Been Hurt… the list appeared endless. Though the teen wasn't severely injured, he did have some scrapes and bruises, especially the one on his stomach.
Kevin explained to his mother what had caused the conflict; she sighed. "Just as long as you fight only for what you feel is right, and I'm proud that you stood up for yourself."
When his mother finally was stable enough to have a decent conversation with, he mentioned the task that Elm had wanted him to fulfill.
"Wow, all the way out there. I guess you won't be able to come home for lunch then."
She seemed more interested in the fact of how long the trip would take then the fact that a Pokemon Egg could be the greatest discovery in history. Parents sure were strange that way.
They waved goodbye one last time and the adolescent was off, but not before hearing. "Be sure not to get in any more fights." The teen sighed and shook his head.
As he made his way to the town entrance, the sun peered happily from its position in the sky. There was chirping and a fresh crisp air flowed through his nostrils. The world has given its welcome to the boy from New Bark.
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So, how was it? Please review or criticize (I think that's the same thing.) I should have a new episode done by next week. But I'm not promising anything.
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Our story begins in the small town of New Bark; a town nestled in a valley of the Silver mountain range. In this town their was a house the was located next to a small rocky gulf. This house was unlike any others that surrounded it, for it contained two stories making it stand out among the single level shelters that could hardly be seen among the rising pines. The only building that compared to its greatness was a lab that was only a few meters away, the lab of Professor Elm. On the second story of the house that stood out was a room where the lights were off, but the light began to shine in the window to signal the rising of a new day.
The young teenager, no more than thirteen awoke slowly to see the red hues of the morning's dawn invade the darkness of his room. He sat up in the bed as the rude light stung his eyes. The boy slowly opened his them as they adjusted to the new brightness and scanned his room. The room seemed empty, a poster of the Johto map, and a little table that had nothing on it. A TV, computer, radio and bookshelves lined against the wall across from him. He never really settled because he felt that he would return to his real home on Cinnabar Island someday… though it wouldn't be in the near future.
His eyes caught site of his pack, which leaned onto the wall of his bedroom. His PokeGear wasn't so fortunate, about a week ago he almost fell down the stairs while checking the phone feature and caught himself, but dropped the gear in order to do so. So now, it had to be repaired. Ah well... he probably wouldn't need it for awhile. He opened his pack and fished out an empty Pokeball. It was where he kept his first Pokemon. Of course, it being a Pikachu named Andy. Because of the laws about not having a Pokemon before you were ten, his mother would not let him keep him so he released him in Pallet Town so he could run free… he never saw him again.
Of coarse when he received the Pikachu he was only six… it was a long story but it also explained a few things about this kid.
On a summer day, back when he was living in Cinnabar he was hanging around with his friends. Later that day they stumbled across the laboratory funded by the notorious Team Rocket. Still freshly new, the building wasn't as rickety as when that Pokemon broke out. His friends, the storytellers they were, said that anyone that went in never came out. But of course Kevin, for that was his name, didn't believe them. Therefore, he received a dare to go inside. While inside the boy stumbled across the Pikachu that seemed to be running from something, probably to be used in some experiment. The boy caught the Pokemon, but it appeared it wasn't the only thing caught. When he awoke he found himself in a lab, and hastily made an escape. After returning home to a worried mother, the boy learned something extraordinary. The Pikachu he had caught could talk to him… and he could converse back. Later the next morning he discovered he could understand all Pokemon on the island. Nevertheless, of course, this did have its toll on the poor lad. He was utterly confused the first couple of days, even scared. He would hide himself in his room just to escape what he felt was a crazy dream. The Pikachu, though, would always be their talking to him, trying to convince the boy that it was a gift he had received, not a burden. After another week the kid finally was used to this talent and made peace with the Pokemon he saved and named him Andy.
Kevin did try his best to keep the Pikachu hidden from his mother, but it only took her a month to find him, and immediately, without any consideration told him to release Andy.
It was a sorrowful parting, but he had seemed to get over it, he was lucky he didn't know the mouse for longer or parting would have been unbearable. As he said his good-byes he turned and walked calmly away as the yellow mouse stood and watched him leave, trying to keep from crying. The mists of the morning dew seeming to envelop the Pokemon as the distance between the two increased. He never forgot that day…
He phased back to the reality of his room and took a deep sigh. As he stood up he felt as if he had been hibernating, his muscles felt as if they hadn't worked in months. He picked up the pack and swung it on his back, maybe it was time to use the Pokeball he'd reserved for so long to catch a Pokemon. Kevin then headed down stairs, having no idea what was in store for him.
A smell of cooked eggs, sausage, and bacon permeated throughout the room as the boy arrived at the dining table. Though the table wasn't that large, it suited its purpose. The boy's mother rounded the half-wall that separated the kitchen from the table and sat the morning's meal on the table to present it to her hungry son. As she sat, she watched on as her boy grabbed some food off the plate and began to eat, it might have been coincidence, but the boy ate as if he always had somewhere to be. His black hair hung free and lightly spiky, and his brown eyes stared down at the plate, demanding nourishment from the edibles before him. He was a well- figured boy, not too fat and not too thin. She felt proud of how well she raised him, just like his father… Oh how she missed her husband, but he was in the Navy and wasn't due back for months.
The boy, as if he just was nourished enough to make realizations, noticed his mother wasn't eating. He looked up from his plate to see her in a red morning robe. Her portly face staring at him across the table, blue eyes staring intently, showing tad concern. An empty feeling hit Kevin as he realized something was wrong.
"What is the matter mom?" Asked the boy, worriedly.
As if coming out of a dream the mother snapped her head and her black, curly hair ruffled.
"Ohh…nothing." She said, and began serving herself.
However, something was bothering her, something in which she didn't really want to say. Late the night before, she had picked up Kevin's gear from the repair shop, to be a sort of surprise. She was startled when the phone suddenly rang. Picking it up she discovered it was none other than Professor Elm, and he was wondering if her son could run an errand for him the next morning.
The woman was so startled she didn't know what to say, so she said the first response that came to mind, 'yes'. However, she didn't really want him to go she knew her son had a talent for training Pokemon. He was a friend with a wild Pikachu when he was six; most trainers she heard of would find it difficult to become friends with a Pokemon even in the twenties. This worried the mother, what if he was so good that they recommend he take the League Challenge? Then she would be home alone for many days, maybe even months… That thought alone gave her a lonely feeling.
"Mom are you sure you're all right?"
Her son's voice dispersed her daydream once again and she sighed. It was far too obvious that something was on her mind, so she had to tell him, whether she wanted to or not.
"Kevin…" She began, attempting to find her courage. "Professor Elm called for you… and he wishes for you to drop by the lab…he wishes to ask a favor of you."
The boy stopped eating, barely choking on what he was already chewing. What could the professor want of him? Why didn't he call on any of the other children in the town, why him? It was obvious that his mother was also in the dark for she said nothing more. She sounded upset. Didn't she understand? Professor Elm had called, not on anyone else but HIM for help. Any trainer would become envious of this privilege, so why wasn't his mother happy for him?
"I also have your Pokegear back from the repair shop, its over on the counter in the kitchen…" The mother said almost as if someone had died… or she had lost someone.
Kevin finished the rest of his breakfast quickly and went into the kitchen. His gear looked as if it just came out of the factory, brand new and radiant. He picked up the item; barely a scratch remained from the accident.
Taking the device with him, Kevin returned to the dining area where his mother sat, eating silently. The boy picked up his pack, which was leaning on his chair, and placed the gear in one of the numerous pouches.
Then all ready to go he strapped the pack so he was carrying it on his back, his mother watching about ready to collapse. She had tried to keep him under her wings for as long as she could, but unfortunately, she couldn't keep her son sheltered from the world any longer.
"I will see you later mom." Said Kevin, plainly.
"All right honey, be back in time for lunch…ok?" Was all the mother could say.
"I will, I promise."
And with those four simple words the boy went out of the front door, the mother left alone in the now drafty shelter.
"Please, look after him…" She pleaded to the empty house.
***
The fresh mountain breeze blew threw the boy's hair as he stood in front of the only building that dared to compare itself to size with his home. He had gone into to this building a thousand times before while visiting, which he usually did once a week. Though this time, thought Kevin, this time would be different. He went inside to see the enormous lab for the thousandth time, still stunned at the massive size, although he had seen it numerous times. He walked past a scientist doing research on a nearby lab table and approached the headman. Elm had been waiting for him and smirked as the boy approached.
"How are you doing today Kevin?" Elm asked.
"Wonderful!" Kevin said cheerfully, unable to hide his excitement. "So what did you need me for?"
"Well…" the Professor began. "I have a friend who lives just North of Cherrygrove City, his name is Mr. Pokemon."
I hope he didn't bring me hear to tell a story, dreaded Kevin, I thought he was going to give me a Pokemon…
"And anyway," Elm continued. "He says that he had received from a Day Care business what he believes to be a Pokemon Egg."
Kevin's interest reasserted with the doctor's words.
Pokemon Egg? How is that possible?
The Professor babbled on. "But, of course, my friend has been known to produce such hot-winded drivel at times, so I asked him if I could send someone to pick up the egg and he agreed. So my next thought was whom I was going to send, and almost instantly remembered you. You have been of such great help around the lab that I know I can trust you with the delivery."
Kevin couldn't believe that Elm would place so much responsibility on him. This egg would probably be the greatest discovery in history, if it existed. This was an honor.
"So will you go?" The professor asked.
Without any second thought the boy nodded quickly.
"Excellent! Now let me write you a note."
The doctor handed the teen a sheet of paper with instructions on reaching his associate's place, just north of the next town. It also contained the professor's cell phone number.
Kevin took the note and was about to leave when Elm reasserted his attention.
"Where do you think you're going? There are wild Pokemon out there and you could be attacked!"
That was the most embarrassing moment he could ever recall.
The professor went into a cabinet and picked out three pokeballs, each containing a Pokemon within. Laying them out on the table before him, he described to Kevin what he had to choose from. He could pick Chikorita, the grass type, Cyndaquill, the Fire, or Tododile, water. A second of thought passed by; the boy knew what he wanted, for he always liked the fire type.
"I choose Cyndaquill!" Kevin decided.
Elm gave the Pokemon to the trainer-to-be, and wished him good luck. However, Kevin, being too absorbed in his thoughts of how happy he was, just nodded in reply. He let the thoughts of how he was going to be the part of the greatest discovery in all of history, and after that become the greatest trainer of all time, and then he'd catch every last….
"You should get going before it gets dark." Elm chuckled.
Ok, THAT was the most embarrassing moment he could ever recall. He nodded again, more sincerely this time, and made his exit.
Kevin made his egress and was marching happily to the town entrance when he felt a swift shove from the aft, causing him to stumble into the side of the laboratory. The teen swiftly turned around to see the piercing sun once more obscure his vision. Then a shady figure, with hair as crimson as the blood seeping from the scrape he had received from his contact with the building, stood before him giving his vision a chance to recuperate.
"Hey you wimp, how did you get a Pokemon?"
Kevin began to accumulate just who his assailant was.
The kid's name was Matt; he had turned nine a fortnight ago, and was still too young to gain his license. Though this boy was but nine, he still could miraculously overpower boys twice his age. How was a mystery to all. Some said he took steroids, others say he trained to become that strong and was hard on himself, but none of the gossip had proven true. Kevin received the assumption that the second rumor had some fact behind it when he saw this kid practicing his moves on a tree. His hands were red and scared, but he kept practicing holding back the pain that would signify weakness.
"I asked you a question!" The kid yelled, snapping Kevin out of his thoughts. Furious with waiting the kid kneed him in the stomach causing the teen to hit his knees, caressing his injury. It was like being hit by a wreaking ball, he hoped nothing was harmed internally.
Finding some remaining strength, Kevin responded. "I have no idea what you are talking about…" It sounded raspy, with a spiteful tone.
The response was returned with a swift kick to the face. The teen flew backwards his stomach and face now ached, he felt a tooth coming loose, but it refused to fall out.
"Don't play dumb with me!" The boy snapped. "I saw you through the window! You got a Pokemon, give it to me!"
It finally dawned on Kevin that this kid would beat him senseless, the Pokemon was not worth his life and it would be best to give it up.
"Fine…" said Kevin groggily; reaching into his pack, which had fallen to the side. He reached in and grabbed the first pokeball he felt, took it out, and threw it at Matt with minor velocity.
The kid laughed, a sinister laugh. "You are weak!" He gloated as he attempted to figure out how to open the ball.
Kevin slowly, weakly, stood and took his pack. Ready to return home. As he began walking away, he thought to himself miserably. He had failed, and he had hardly even begun. How was he ever going to face the professor now? Or his mother… a tear began to streak, maybe it wasn't meant to be…him and Pokemon.
Just as he was but a few yards from his house, he heard a shout come from behind him. The cry was so shrill it would have awoken the whole town if it hadn't already been morning.
Kevin spun around and saw the kid; his eyes appeared almost as red as his hair, as he stomped up to him. The teen cringed, he didn't look too happy, but he couldn't comprehend why. The two adolescence now faced each other and Matt shouted at him as if he were still a few meters down.
"You think this is some kind of joke!!!!" The red head shouted, as some people began peeping out of windows.
"What are y-"
However, Kevin didn't finish and was smashed in the stomach once more. This time feeling as he'd lose his breakfast.
"Don't play dumb with me!" The kid shouted shoving an empty Pokeball in the teen's face.
Just then, Kevin realized that the ball he had given to Matt had been the one in which he kept Andy in when he was young.
"Where is the real one?" The one with red hair yelled.
Perhaps it was the fact of how this kid was treating him, or maybe it was because he was acting like he was some big shot brat, but suddenly Kevin couldn't stand it any longer.
"Give me it!" Matt yelled, unknowing of the resilience he was creating.
"Make me!" Kevin snapped, himself hardly believing the sudden outburst.
This surprised the boy, how dare he speak that way to him. This weakling was nothing but a wimp; he never went through all the physical training he had. The two stared at each other in defiance of one another, neither giving into the others glares. A cloud shaded the warm sun from the ground in which they stood, casting them in darkness, causing a chill. Then finally Matt's temper flared.
"How dare you insult me!" He shouted lunging at the teen before him. Kevin dodged to the side causing the kid to hit air and land behind him. This caused the red head to flare up even more.
"Stay still you punk!"
The teen counters the verbal frustration with an average kick, which went across the face causing the kid to fall to the side. But Matt just stood up, sneered at Kevin, and gloated that the kick was pathetic. Then, with a sheer lightning agility the kid smashed the teen's stomach, which had already been sore. A tear drizzled down Kevin's cheek; he clutched his bruised area. The redhead then gave him a swift kick up the face.
"That is how you kick!" The kid chuckled walking up to the fallen teen, whom lied on his back, squealing in pain. When Matt's feet fell near the legs of his opponent, he was surprised by a swoop that caused him to fall over. The teen swiftly got up and lunged for the face, but the kid grappled his arms. The both struggled in that position. Then, almost when it appeared it would be an eternity before they would break their hold, a familiar voice chimed.
"You boys knock that off!" Kevin's mother shouted from her door.
The teen became startled, loosening his grip. The kid grinned and took the opportune moment to give his opponent a good hook across the face, causing him to sprawl to the right. Promptly the red head stood up and ran into the woods surrounding the town. By the time Kevin was able to stand, his mother was beside him.
As they went toward the house, his mother gave him the typical lectures; I Leave You for One Second… Why Did You Have to Start A Fight… Don't Let Him Bother You… You Could Have Been Hurt… the list appeared endless. Though the teen wasn't severely injured, he did have some scrapes and bruises, especially the one on his stomach.
Kevin explained to his mother what had caused the conflict; she sighed. "Just as long as you fight only for what you feel is right, and I'm proud that you stood up for yourself."
When his mother finally was stable enough to have a decent conversation with, he mentioned the task that Elm had wanted him to fulfill.
"Wow, all the way out there. I guess you won't be able to come home for lunch then."
She seemed more interested in the fact of how long the trip would take then the fact that a Pokemon Egg could be the greatest discovery in history. Parents sure were strange that way.
They waved goodbye one last time and the adolescent was off, but not before hearing. "Be sure not to get in any more fights." The teen sighed and shook his head.
As he made his way to the town entrance, the sun peered happily from its position in the sky. There was chirping and a fresh crisp air flowed through his nostrils. The world has given its welcome to the boy from New Bark.
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So, how was it? Please review or criticize (I think that's the same thing.) I should have a new episode done by next week. But I'm not promising anything.