No one ever could have imagined the idea of the Pokémon rebelling against their trainers, much less try and take over the entire region yet when they did 7 years ago that far off nightmare became a reality that was real and dangerous. Thousands died before, whether as a blessing or a curse, the Hunters came.
An excerpt from the journal of Professor Oak.
The humans were losing Kanto that much was almost certain by this point. Currently Viridian was the only completely safe place in all of Kanto. Pewter had been almost completely destroyed however small villages surrounded by mines and a few human guards kept the Pokémon at bay. Vermillion was the same way, having industrialized themselves earlier the electric Pokémon had a claim to most of the land and Vermillion was now a rotted out old city that was collapsing at the seams. Cinnabar Island was another example. There is a battle going on there right now between the fire Pokémon and the Hunters. The Hunters are managing to drive them back but supplies are limited because not many Hunters are that interested in trying to save the Kanto region, as the more of it that was taken over, the more work there would be for them.
Pokémon Hunters were not an army; they were mercenaries who worked for money and equipment to continue hunting, needless to say that the Hunters were at first greeted with discontent rather than open arms. No one knows who created the name Pokémon Hunters nor do they know who created the Hunters guild which oversees the Hunters and bestows upon them different ranks so people may know what tasks they are suited towards. But our story revolves largely on one specific Hunter who would become as legendary as the prey he hunted. That Hunters name was Christopher Malone.
Christopher Malone was a well known Pokémon Hunter and had been for several years. Ever since the beginning of the war between human and Pokémon Malone had been there. Malone breathed deeply the air from the road between Pewter and Viridian, possibly one of the few places left with beautiful fresh air that you didn't have to be watching all around you gun in hand waiting for the Pokémon to spring out of nowhere. Malone was coming back from a trip up near Pewter city (or what's left of it) to acquire some heirloom a family asked him to retrieve. Christopher Malone didn't look the hero type, he was 20 years of age, tallish, red-brownish hair, a little grizzly, and the only thing about him that people thought was odd was his innocent looking blue eyes. Malone was however far from innocent; he had training in various forms of martial arts as well as boxing and kickboxing, learned the arts of stealth from Koga of Fuchsia and his ninjas. Not to mention he grew up in Saffron so people suspected that he had Psychic powers latent somewhere.
Christopher Malone was bored. He was bored with every job being a simple go there and kill/retrieve that. Malone wanted to really start making a difference in this shitty world but every time he tried in seemed to backfire. As I said earlier most of Kanto belonged to the Pokémon by this point but never let it be said that Christopher Malone stood by and did nothing while the world went down the shitter. He was in the Pewter Avalanche corp. and he was there when the grass Pokémon took Celadon. Unfortunately he hadn't even been able to go near his hometown which was quickly overrun with psychic Pokémon. Malone looked outside and saw Viridian city, the place which he had called home these last few years. At first Viridian had almost been overrun by the Bug Pokémon of the forest nearby however the Hunters had managed to stem the tide… by burning the forest down completely, and yes, Christopher Malone had been there for that victory as well. But Malone isn't the only hero of this story, no, the other is a hero that we all know quite well, his name is Ash Ketchum.
Ash Ketchum was sitting at a table in a PokéBar in viridian city with his good friend Brock and a friend of theirs who claimed that he knew someone who would be more than happy to help with their troubles. Ash had been getting dirty looks the entire time that he had been sitting at the table and was starting to get anxious waiting for the alleged Hunter to arrive. The door opened and Ash quickly turned his head only to see three burly, muscular, tattooed bikers come in and take their places at the bar. "Don't worry he'll come" assured the friend of Brock's, Titus was an aging Hunter and it was beginning to show in the forty year olds face and the way that he spoke. Ash had all but lost hope, the door opened but Ash didn't look back this time figuring that he would have the same luck as the past few times. He heard a young man order when Brock poked his shoulder and pointed saying "I think that's him, Christopher Malone" and Ash turned to see that sure as the rumors said when he arrived a brawl began.
Christopher Malone stopped into the PokéBar in Viridian. He didn't drink alcohol (dulls the senses as he would say) but he still liked the atmosphere and it was a good place to pick up some boring well-paying work. He sat at the bar where the 23ish busty country-looking waitress smiled at him flirtatiously and asked him "The usual then Malone" he nodded his head and she brought him out some Ginger Ale and a small plate of cake. He ate some, not the best but it had a homely feel to it here. The bikers looked at Malone with disgust in their eyes and stupid written on their faces. "Hey" one yelled, "you don't drink" Malone didn't answer such stupid rhetoric's instead he simply continued his meal and drink. "HEY" another drunkard exclaimed, "We were talking to you faggot" "yeah you stupid Cunt" "You numbskull if he's a faggot he can't be a cunt, he hates them" "then what is he boss" "He's a prick that's what he is" "He can't be a prick either, he sucks prick" the drunken looney tunes burst into uproars of laughter so large you would think Richard Pryor had just finished his routine.
"Hey you guys leave Malone alone" the bartending waitress replied, Malone merely said "it's ok Beckie" this seemed to strike a chord with the drunks party, why one would almost believe that someone had just told them they would die celibate by their reactions. "Hey you can't call her that" the drunk leader grabbed Malone's arm (fatal mistake one) spit in his face while speaking (fatal mistake two) and told him what he could/could not do (Strike three and you are out). Malone grabbed the man's arm and twisted it around so his palm was facing upwards and using his knee, kicked upwards snapping his arm at the elbow and causing it to burst out of his skin. The man fell down weeping, and another fatter one came at him. Malone dodged the first haymaker, then the left hook that followed to counter with a heel palm to the chin and finger stab to the abdominal cavity followed by a swift kick to the chest causing him to fly backwards and onto one of the other drunken loons. The last one standing whipped out a switchblade and came at him. Malone rolled his eyes (attempting to stab an unarmed person is a very stupid idea as the counter is very simple and you are pretty much wide open.) Malone side-stepped and grabbed the man's arm twisted grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the scrotum. The man cried in pain and Malone kicked him to ground where he spat into his eyes. "Get the fuck out of here you Pokémon loving bitches" the bar cheered in unison as the four bikers were dragged from the bar.
Malone was about to sit down and enjoy his drink when someone came up to him. "Hello" the young boy (16-18ish maybe) said. "Hi" Malone replied obviously hinting that whatever it was the boy wanted he should say it quick. "I need your help" the boy began "A friend of mine is trapped in Cerulean, I know that they are surrounded by the advancing water Pokémon but please mister Malone sir you are the only one who is even close to qualified enough to help with this" The bar burst into laughter and the boy continued "I will pay 1 and a half million if you'll help me get her out of there" suddenly the bar went silent that was the kind of money they had wet dreams about but they just heard the numbers called. But would Malone be crazy enough to go on a suicide mission to a war torn Cerulean city? "Sure" Malone replied "sounds like fun".