Chapter 1: Introduction
Hello, and welcome to my first story! Basically, this is a story about a kid who goes on a journey, like so many other Pokemon stories on Fanfiction. However, I will try my best to give it a unique plot with great characters, but bear with me, as it is my first story. Also, some things will be different then they are in the games (such as Pokemon learning moves that normally require TMs, finding Pokemon that aren't normally on some routes, etc.). Reviews are most certainly welcome, just make any criticism constructive. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the tale that is going to unfold!
December 23, 1:26 a.m.
For most of the population of Driftveil City, this winter night was like any other. However, some late-night dwellers saw something unusual.
They saw a young woman holding a bundle of blankets, sprinting in an ongoing blizzard. Soon after she passed by, a car traveling at an abnormal speed raced by, presumably tracking the woman down. The women took a hard right, speeding down the street to her destination two blocks away.
"Hold on honey, everything will be okay. Just hold on!" she exclaimed, clutching tighter to the bundle in her arms. Just then, the car drifted into the street and began speeding towards her. She cried out in fear, and quickly sped up, finally reaching the front of the Driftveil Police Station. She sat the bundle down by the door and rapped on it.
"HELP! HELP US!" she screamed, banging on the door as hard as she could. The car stopped in front of the building, and three people wearing all black clothing stepped out of the vehicle, running towards and grabbing the woman, throwing her away from the entrance.
"Hurry up and finish her off, then let's get out of here," one of them said in a deep, gravelly voice. One of his comrades quickly pulled out a silenced pistol, and pointed it at the women. She screamed at the top of her lungs, then was quiet.
"Grab the kid and get in the car!" yelled the killer, who had the voice of a woman. As soon as she finished her exclamation, two cops came barging through the door, both saying "Freeze!" and pulling out their guns.
"Forget the kid, we need to move!" The three murderers quickly stepped into the car and hit the gas, driving away.
"Dammit," one of the cops said, "Did you get a plate number?"
"No. it didn't even have a plate," the other officer said, then noticed the bundle lying on the ground. He hurried over to it. He picked it up and examined the blankets, then lifted the sheets to find bright gray eyes staring back at him.
"It's a baby. I wonder who had it?" the offices inquired. It was then that they noticed the woman lying in the street. "Whoa, come and help me out," he said. The other cop rushed over, and the man sitting over the woman turned and shook his head. She was dead.
