Chapter One
Every dream reminded him of Agatha. Samuel Oak sat lazily in his lab chair. The intoxicating scent of coffee wafted through the center until it was disturbed by an abrupt breeze.
"Hey Grampa!" Gary burst through the double doors. "Your ship is sailing from the lake to Cinnabar soon. You better get a move on if you wanna make it." He stopped to take a breath as he ran his fingers over the mountainous stack of papers on his grandfather's desk. "Where are you going anyway?" He started again. "Because I know there's nothing on Cinnabar for you, so where are you headed after?"
"Hmm? Oh." The professor snapped back to reality. "I'd rather not say."
Gary thought for a few minutes but decided not to pry. It was better to leave the old man alone. "OK, whatever Gramps. But again, you're gonna be late." The twenty- two year old Champion of Kanto turned around and went back the way he came. His grandfather followed.
"HEY! Leave that pokemon alone!" A strapping young trainer's voice echoed through Rock Tunnel. He bolted towards a crowd of thugs who were kicking a zubat at their feet. "Gyarados! Go!" The trainer threw a pokeball in the air and smiled as a flash of white light brought out his monster of a pokemon. "Use bite!" The serpent quickly made its way over the rough terrain, clearing a path for its trainer as the thugs scattered. The trainer picked up the weak and beaten pokemon in his arms. One of its fangs was missing…
"WHAT DID YOU DO!? No, more importantly, WHY!?"
"Hehe, money, my friend." One of the thugs spoke up as he stepped forward. Gyarados hissed as it slithered in front of its trainer. The thug backed away. "See, we've got a buyer down in Fuchsia City. He's a collector and right now, he wants some zubat fangs."
"I don't even have time for you…" the trainer walked slowly towards the thugs. He felt the rage building up inside. "How dare you treat a pokemon this way!?"
"Hey man, it's just a zubat. Relax." The thug grinned. "It was weak anyway."
"Gyarados, smash into those rocks! Block the poachers off!" His pokemon obliged and as the rocks fell, the trainer lost sight of the thugs. "Come on, Gyarados, we need to get this zubat to the pokemon center.
Oak made his way off the luxury liner and stepped foot on Cinnabar Island. Gary was right; the island was just a pit stop. The professor had different plans for the rest of the week. For now, though, it was time to rest at the pokemon center.
So this was the first chapter. Thank you very much for reading, please review!
Rock on little turtle crabs! \m/