Angels from Heaven

Authors note: I obviously don't own real Pokemon, I wish though. This story contains a bit of Christianity too. I was originally going to write a Christian story and a Pokemon story, but I thought "hey, why not combine the two?" This is my first Pokemon fanfic, please let me know what you think. It's all fiction too. No flames please! Thanks. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Tears of Joy

Flashback: I walk down the playground of the school, shyly looking for my friends to play with. I finally spot them chasing the boys around in a game of freeze tag. I watch them and smile, thinking to myself of how much fun they must be having. "They wouldn't want me bothering them." I think to myself. I turn to walk back to my quiet spot when my friend pauses the game and calls to me, "Kristen! Come play with us!" My two friends jump up and down and call to me to join them. A huge smile grew over my face as I ran to join my companions. I found myself laughing aloud as I chased my friends and the boys around and around in circles until we were all so tired we fell over laughing together. I loved those times.

During 5th grade I had always stuck by my friends Julie and Emma. They were my only true friends. I didn't have many friends back then. I was a loner. No one liked me because I was very shy. Or so I thought. Julie and Emma vowed to me that they would help me overcome my shyness. But it wasn't just my shyness for the fact that I was disliked, but people also didn't like me because of the way I was treated at home. I was constantly yelled at by my father. He wasn't drunk, but ever since I was a little girl he would make fun of me, call me names and curse at me. As I grew up I would always think negatively about myself because of the way my father treated me. I am now 16 and he still doesn't stop. However your probably thinking that now that I'm 16, I'm so fed up with my father I want to kill myself… your wrong.

You see, I am still a little shy. But today I have so many friends I've lost count. Most of them help me through my problems and help me stand up to my father, and other people who would put me down. But there is one little friend I have that I know will always be there for me as I am for him. He has helped me become who I am today. I love him with all my heart, the thing is, he is not a human being…

"Ahem, attention everyone! May I have your attention please?" Julie, Emma, and I wriggled in our seats. We were trying to wait patiently for the biggest event of the evening. We whispered excitedly as our principal talked to the parents. We couldn't bare the suspense as she talked.

"I'm sure you parents are very proud of your children here tonight as they graduate from Elementary School and on to Middle School. It is a big step for them, and I'm sure you'll be with them every step of the way. 5th grade I'm sure is a very exciting year for these kids. And the reason being is what will happen right now. Kids, the time has come. Now that you are graduating from Elementary School, you are now allowed by the state of Pennsylvania, to become a Pokemon trainer." Cheers erupted from all over the auditorium. Julie, Emma and I jumped in our seats; the time had finally come.

In the state of Pennsylvania, you need to be at least 10 or older, and you must have graduated from Elementary School to qualify for a Pokemon license. The 5th grade graduation was a big night for us. Our parents were given papers to fill out for our license. We couldn't get anything until the papers were filled out. My friends and I were very impatient then.

I looked out the window. Stars filled the sky, and the moon shined brightly, casting shadows in every direction. My head turned quickly to the left as I heard my name being called out. Julie and Emma came running to my side. Their parents slowly trudged behind.

"My mom finished with the papers!" Julie cried proudly.

"Mine too! I can't wait to get my first Pokemon tomorrow!" Emma shouted. I looked towards my mom who was finishing the last question. As she finished, she showed it to me as proof that she was finally finished. I jumped for joy as my friends and I talked excitedly about tomorrow. The next day out parents would drive us out to Professor Ryan's Lab to register for our licenses and receive our first Pokemon.

That night, I couldn't sleep. All night my dad had been taunting me about how I wasn't old enough to handle a Pokemon, and how I was too immature, and how it wouldn't listen to me… and the list goes on. I was incredibly worried. "What if he was right? What if I am too young?" I cuddled a stuffed Eevee close to my chest. I didn't know what Pokemon I wanted, but I knew I'd find out tomorrow, if I made it through the night that is.

I must have drifted off to sleep at some point, because the next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring at 8:00 that morning. The bright sunlight peeked through my window as I rubbed my eyes. As I shut off my alarm, I thought to myself, "what kind of a bonehead sets their alarm to go off on a Saturday?" I started to look for my stuffed Eevee, which had fallen on the floor during the night. It was when I spotted it that I remembered. Today was the day! The day of a new beginning. My first Pokemon adventure.

Later that day, Julie and Emma came over. The three of us hopped into the car, as my mom drove us off to Professor Ryan's Lab. She luckily didn't live that far away. The three of us talked excitedly on the way there. We were obviously debating on what Pokemon to get. We were flipping through a book that Julie had about all 250 Pokemon. At first Julie said she wanted a Charizard, but when she saw how big it was she changed her mind. Emily wanted to start off easy and take a Caterpie. But when she saw how wimpy it's attacks were, she decided not to choose it. As for me, well I had no clue what to take. All of them seemed too hard to handle. I was about to look through the book again when my mom pulled into Professor Ryan's driveway. I gave the book back to Julie as we climbed out of the car and walked inside.

After a few hellos and a brief meeting with our parents, it was time for the moment of truth. Our parents stayed behind in the waiting room. As for the three of us, we followed Professor Ryan down a small hallway, and then out a back door, which led to a huge open vast of land where it seemed thousands of different kind of Pokemon were bread.

"This is my Beginning Trainer's field. Here I have hundreds of small Pokemon used for beginner trainers like yourselves. All you have to do is choose one Pokemon to be your first one. If you find one you like, talk to it, play with it. Get it to feel comfortable around you and trust you. After doing that, say to it, "I would like you to be my Pokemon." Sometimes they will accept, sometimes they won't. If they don't, don't feel bad just move on to another one. Sometimes after you play with a Pokemon, you'll feel as if you really don't want that one. No worries just tell it you want to move on. Almost all of these Pokemon have dealt with rejection before. I like to think of this place as a Pokemon Orphanage. After you choose one, take it back here to me. I will be sitting right here by the door. After you come to me, we will go inside and I will hand you your Pokedex and pokeballs. Your Pokedex is also your Pokemon ID and license. Well I guess that's about it. Good luck girls!" With that Professor Ryan sat down in a lawn chair and motioned with her hand for us to start looking around.

"Oh one other thing girls, some of these Pokemon are timid and shy, so walk slowly around them okay?" We all nodded.

"Let's split up and look around." Emma said. We all agreed. So we all went in opposing directions to go look for a new companion.

I shyly walked passed different kinds of Pokemon. Chikoritas, Marills, Nidorans, I saw a lot of Nidorans. All of the Pokemon were so friendly. At one point I was jumped upon by a small Growlithe wanting to play. I laughed and jumped about with it until it got tired. I loved that Growlithe but it was too energetic for me. As I continued walking I passed by a Chikorita sunbathing in the grass. It was incredibly cute. I almost went up to it, but I didn't want to bother it. I had read in Julie's book that Chikoritas were stubborn. I didn't want to start off with a Pokemon like that.

I must have walked for what seemed like hours. I had seen many different Pokemon, but none I could really call my own. I slowly walked over to a large apple tree and leaned against it. I sighed long and loud. Suddenly a small apple bounced off my head and hit the ground. I let out a tiny yelp as I twirled around in a circle. When I stopped, I though I heard above me distant laughter. I smiled.

"Very funny you guys, come outta there!" I looked up into the tree. As soon as I did the laughter stopped. It wasn't my two friends that I was seeing face to face, but there sitting on the branches was a small Pikachu, staring at me. It was quite small, I assumed it was maybe only a few months old. Its white eyes seemed to glow with fear as it stared at me. I walked slowly up to it, but it backed away.

"Oh don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." But the Pikachu kept walking backwards. But as it did, the branch it was standing on was getting skinnier and skinner.

"Be careful little guy, you'll fall!" The Pikachu had gotten to the very end of the branch by then. CRRRAAACCKKK. The branch began to snap off the tree! Quickly I rushed under the branch and caught the Pikachu in my arms as the tree branch snapped off. I was awarded with my capture with five apples falling on my head. The Pikachu jumped out of my arms as I ran around trying to avoid the apples. Eventually I fell to the ground, surrounded by bright, juicy apples. I turned to the trunk of the tree to find the Pikachu doubling over with laughter. But when he saw me looking at him he stopped. Everything was quiet for a few seconds. Then I started laughing, which eventually started the Pikachu up again. We were rolling with laughter on the grass really for no apparent reason. Tears ran down my face, and they hit the ground, casting wetness upon the grass. When we stopped laughing, Pikachu ran up to me and slapped my arm, then he ran away. He stopped then and turned to me, "Pika Pika Pi!" He waved his tiny hands in the air until I realized he wanted to play tag. We ended up chasing each other around the whole afternoon. While we were taking a break I happened to look up. Professor Ryan was still sitting in her lawn chair, and Emma and Julie were standing next to her. I realized then that they were waiting for me. I had to pick a Pokemon right then. I looked toward the Pikachu who saw me get up. He looked at me like he didn't want me to go. "Pi Pika Pi Pika?"

"Your really cute you know that little guy? I wish I could understand you."

"Pikachu Pi Pi!" I laughed.

"I've seen many cute Pokemon here, but none that are as cute and darling as you, so I've made my decision. Pikachu, I choose you!" Not even a minute after I said that, Pikachu jumped into my arms and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Pika Pi Pikachu!" I laughed again.

"Your welcome! I'll race you back to Professor Ryan!"

"Pi Pika!" Pikachu jumped to the ground and sped off.

"Hey! Wait a minute! That's cheating! Come back here!" I chased after him laughing out loud. Of course he reached Professor Ryan before me.

"My goodness! What do we have here?" Professor Ryan laughed as she saw me run up to her out of breath. She bent down to Pikachu, who was sitting at her feet catching its breath. "Did Kristen tire you out little guy?" She stroked his head.

"Pika-chu!"

Minutes later the three of us were in the lab receiving our Pokedexes and pokeballs. Emma had chosen a Squirtle. The tiny blue turtle grew attached to Emma as she played with it in the pond. Julie had chosen a Charmander. This small orange lizard spit fire from its mouth, and at the end of its tail, a small fire burned steadily. Professor Ryan went over the final steps to our Pokedexes, then instructed us on how to throw pokeballs. Once finished, Julie and Emma called Squirtle and Charmander into their new pokeballs for practice, and then let them back out. I was about to call Pikachu but Professor Ryan stopped me.

"Pikachu do not like pokeballs Kristen, they can get claustrophobic at some points, and they are a bit afraid of the dark. So in order to keep Pikachu happy, you must keep it outside of its pokeball at all times."

"Okay, I'll remember that." I told her. Pikachu looked relieved. Finally after a half-hour of lecturing, we walked out to the main lobby where our parents were waiting for us. Our parents gave us each a hug, and then congratulated us again and again. My mom looked down at Pikachu.

"He's so cute. It looks like he's very attached to you."

"He is." I replied.

"Pi!" My friends and I laughed. Professor Ryan walked up to us.

"Now remember what I told you girls, Pokemon are not toys, they are to be treated with respect and kindness. When you do that, they will do the same for you. You girls promise me that you will remember that?"

"Promise!" We all cried. Pikachu jumped onto my shoulder.

"Pika Pi!" I smiled.

"Pikachu, I know you and me are going to go through some tough times down the road, but I just want you to remember that together, you and me will achieve so much, and be the best of friends, for life." Pikachu looked at me with his eyes all aglow. A single tear rolled down his face, as he jumped into my arms and gave me a hug. As I hugged him back, tears were streaming down my face as well. I knew right then that God had helped me to find this wonderful friend. And what I had said touched both our hearts. I made a promise to myself in my room that night, that I would make my family proud of me by being the best Pokemon trainer I could be. And that I would never give up, ever. I fell asleep that night with Pikachu sleeping in a basket beside my bed, and tears of joy were dripping onto my pillow.

Like it? Chapter 2 will be up soon! Please review! No flames please.