Chapter 1: A New Beginnings
There was a loud noise of clanking occurring downstairs, which aroused the residents of the house. The man got out of his bed, and grabbed a baseball bat that he always made sure to keep handy just in case of robbers. His wife awoke, and questioned what her husband was doing.
"Shh," he said, "there's someone in our kitchen downstairs. You just stay here, I'll handle it."
"Please don't hurt whatever it is Greg."
"I won't Melinda," her husband reassured, just going to scare it off."
Greg tip-toed down his flight of stairs, and turned the corner to the hallway that led directly to his kitchen. It was a morning hour, so a robber breaking in at this daylight was unusual. However, Greg kept focused on the task at hand.
"Hey! This is your warning, get the hell out! I've called the police!" he shouted into the kitchen.
The clanking came to a stop, but was suddenly replaced by footsteps. He dashed into the kitchen in pursuit of the crook, but only just managed to see a small figure jumping his fence. The only significant thing he could make out was a scarlet satchel.
"Damn," Greg muttered, "bastard got away."
"Honey? Is everything all right?" his wife called down.
"I'm fine dear," he replied, "but the thief got away with some of our food."
"Oh no. Did you see him?"
"Just barely, he had a satchel on him."
"Oh well, let him have his little victory. Karma will get him eventually."
"Or the police."
As the figure hopped the fence, his heart was racing.
"Crap," he said, "that was too close."
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It was sunny day in the region of Unova, and Matthew was happily making his way down Route 1 towards his house. He was having an enjoyable time, and felt grateful for everything he saw. The beautiful flowers, the bright sun, and the cute pokémon. He just loved everything about those mysterious creatures, but he had never been able to have his own. He had always wanted his own pokémon so he could have a friend. You see, Matthew had difficulty making friends with the boys his age, and wasn't generally accepted by them either. He had waited for so long to get his starter, and today was that day. He held a pokéball in his hand, one that he had just bought from the local pokémon center, and he planned to use that exact pokéball for his very first capture. He looked up at the trees, their leaves rustling in the wind, which was creating a very nice breeze. The noise of the leaves was droned out by another noise, however. That of a pokémon, one that he knew. Matthew looked over at where the noise was emitting from, and was surprised to find an injured snivy shriveled up on the ground.
"Whoa," Matthew said in shock, "someone hurt this pokémon badly. It needs to be healed."
Matthew held up his pokéball, but didn't throw it immediately. He held it behind his head cautiously, as he began to wonder if he was allowed to capture a pokémon.
"Is it legal for me to capture the snivy, even if it's hurt?" Matthew thought out loud. "What if I get in trouble?"
"Sni... vy..." the weak pokémon called out for help.
"What am I saying?" Matthew said, "I have to get this pokémon to a center so it can get healed right away. All right, go pokéball!"
The nervous trainer threw the sphere at the injured pokémon. It hit the snivy's head and rebounded off of it, turning the grass snake into pure red energy and pulling it in. Falling to the ground, the ball registered the capture. It shook once, twice, a third time. Then, it made a clicking noise. Matthew hurried to pick up the pokéball.
"Okay little guy," he spoke to the snivy who was within the capture device, "time to get you to a center."
Matthew dashed off in the direction of Accumula Town, the closest area with a Pokémon Center.
