Chapter One

As the sun rose over a beautiful city built underneath a patch of mountains, one could definitely tell that nothing went wrong here. The birds were chirping, people were greeting each other, and the weather was warm, despite it being December. The city was built like a circle, with roads acting as spokes, the circumference as the borders of the city, and the central point was a tower that loomed over the rest of the busy metropolis. And although the city was fairly quiet, the citizens living there enjoyed it very much.

In one of houses near the edge of the metropolis, a 16 year old boy awoke, screaming. He did that because of a nightmare, of course. When the teen realized that he was actually awake, and not in the depths of slumber, he sighed. He mumbled something quietly to himself, and heard a moan come from the other side of the room. The 16 year old turned towards the other person, who began to speak.

"Jeez, Finn," A 14 year old boy watched Finn groggily, who then reached towards the night table for his glasses. The 14 year old looked at the alarm clock the boys both shared as he adjusted his glasses and muttered, "It's too early for this…"

"Sorry, Maxwell," Finn began to make his bed, and went to their closet to pick out his outfit for the day. "I just had a bad dream."

"Oh..." Maxwell watched Finn with a concerned look, and said, "What was it about?"

"I can't remember," Finn took off his shirt, and swapped it with a dark blue long sleeved one. "I think it was something about a forest…"

"At least it's over now," Maxwell walked out of the room to go to the bathroom, while Finn slipped on a pair of black jeans and his trusty black tennis shoes. He attempted to fix his black hair as best as he could, but it was to no avail. He looked at the alarm clock. It read 6:42. "Ugh," He sighed as he walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. "And it's a Monday too."

Maxwell came back, and was fully ready for school. He gave Finn a look that said, "Did you brush your teeth?"

Finn could tell what Maxwell was trying to tell him. "Jeez, since when did you become Mom?" Finn muttered something as he walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth quickly, and then came back to the kitchen. He scanned the cabinets for a moment before opening the one that held the bowls and cereal. When Maxwell went to see what Finn was up to, the 16 year old was already eating cereal.

"What are you doing?" Maxwell glared at his older brother. "You know I wanted to get to school early today!"

"What does it look like? I'm eating breakfast." Finn was a lover of all food, and always made sure he had the chance to eat. "If you don't want something to eat, why don't you go watch the news or something?" He suggested with a mouthful of Frosted Mini Wheats.

"Fine," Maxwell huffed, and then walked to the living room. He turned on the TV and changed it to the news channel. Maxwell sat on the couch, devoting himself to the information the news anchor had to give.

"And lastly, at the Ancient Artifacts Exhibit at the local museum, a collection of stones has been stolen. Police officials have not found any evidence as to who is responsible for the theft, and anyone who has any information that may be useful information to the police are encouraged to contact them at this number." A phone number flashed on the screen for a moment before returning back to the news anchor. "Thank you for watching, and have a good day."

Maxwell turned the TV off and looked back at Finn, who had finished his cereal. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well, I'm done with the news, and you're done with breakfast. Can we go now?"

"Sure."


Because the city was so large, there were plenty of alleyways where people could slip in and out of. And in one of the alleys near the central node of the city, a group of men started loading groups of crates into a storage warehouse.

"Don't drop those crates!" One of the Admins yelled as a pair of men almost let their wood crate fall to the ground.

"Sorry," One of the men called back, who then preceded to stuffing the box into the almost full storage shed.

Multiple sets of eyes watched the operation commence carefully, making sure that nothing went undone. Everyone made sure that no one hampered their progress, like so many of the other Teams that were crippled by meddling kids.

But someone else was watching from the rooftop of a nearby building. A boy, about 17, scanned the Team's every action, and watched their every move. His ice blue eyes found a pattern in the Team's movement, and when the pattern offered a gap, the teen jumped off of the rooftop and landed with a flourish.

Most of the Grunts of the Team turned to face the 17 year old and gasped. There was a moment of silence, but was interrupted when someone yelled, "See? I told you so! This happens every time! Rocket, Magma, Aqua, Galactic, Plasma, Flare, Skull! All fooled by a kid!"

"Shut up!" One of the Admins yelled at the ranting Grunt, who immediately stopped talking. The Admin looked back towards the invader, who wore an unimpressed smirk.

The 17 year old brushed his long black hair with red highlights out of his eyesight, and his eyes locked with the Admin's. "I'm pretty sure that you did not just call me a kid." The teen then balled up his fists and punched the nearest Grunt in the stomach, who doubled over in pain.

Immediately the Admin drew out a Pokeball, and pressed the button in the middle of the small sphere. "Go, Pangoro." He said casually, as the Daunting Pokemon appeared in front of the teen. The Pangoro glared at his opponent, waiting for its master's orders. "Pangoro, Low Sweep."

The Pangoro immediately bounded off towards the invader. The teen smiled maliciously. "Great," he said as he prepared for the incoming attack. "A real challenge." The teen jumped over the Pangoro with ease, and readied his own attack. The stone around his neck started to glow, and a pitch-black shock wave emitted from the teen, and rushed towards the Pangoro. The attack jolted it, but the shock wave did very little damage. "Damn," the teen muttered, and slapped the side of his head forcefully. Pangoro was a Dark/Fighting type Pokemon, so Dark type moves wouldn't be very effective against it.

"Pangoro, Focus Blast." The Admin said calmly. The Grunts were scattering like ants, depositing boxes and fleeing the alley because of the unexpected battle. But some of the Grunts stood defensively beside their Admin, and had released their own Pokemon to fight against the teen. The Pangoro started to build a sphere of orange energy that threatened to kill the teen if it landed. The teen was definitely outnumbered, but he wasn't about to back down.

"Bring in on!" He yelled, and charged towards the group of Pokemon. The teen dodged several attacks, and dished out his own. Although he knocked out only a few, his real goal was the Pangoro.

The Daunting Pokemon was about to fire its orange sphere of energy when a blue sphere hit the side of its face. The Pangoro fell to the ground, and didn't move at all. The teen looked towards where the sphere had originated, and his eyes laid upon a Lucario.

"I had this under control!" The teen yelled threw his hands up in the air as the Lucario rushed to his side. "No one told you to come over here and mess up my perfectly good plan!"

"Uh huh," The Lucario muttered sarcastically, who then proceeded to attack to mob of evil Pokemon. "I thought I told you to stay hidden." The Lucario's voice was filled with disappointment, and the teen just stared at the Aura Pokemon.

"You did, but I decided to figure out what these guys were up to. And it looks like I hit the jackpot!" The stone around the teen's neck lit up again, and the 17 year old's fingers sharpened, darkening as a sinister force surrounded the teen. He rushed towards a Haunter and slashed it violently. The Haunter was knocked out instantly, but two more of the Grunt's Pokemon were released in its place. This pattern was repeated every time an enemy was knocked out. And when the teen and the Lucario realized this, the 17 year old yelled, "Damn, you guys might as well be called 'Team Hydra' with the way you guys fight!"

The Admin who had the Pangoro thought to himself for a moment, and mumbled, "That's a good name…"

"Hello!" The teen yelled at the Admin, who snapped out of his thoughts. "A lot of you guys need to pay attention!" The teen was about to start another attack run when he felt the Lucario grab his shoulder. "What?" He jerked his shoulder from the Lucario's grasp.

"If we keep on going, we're not going to make it." The Lucario then grabbed the teen by the arm, and ran at an extreme speed very few Pokemon could match. For the next few moments, the world of Earth passed by quickly, and the teen felt like he was going to be sick. But before anything could come up, the Lucario stopped at an abandoned warehouse just outside the borders of the city. The Lucario checked the place out for a moment before nodding his head in confirmation. "This'll do."

The teen gave him a hesitant look. "What do you mean, 'This'll do?' This place is a piece of Trubbish!"

"At least it isn't conspicuous," The Lucario countered. "You have to understand, this is supposed to be an under-the-radar operation. We can't afford to screw this up."

"Jeez, you make this all sound like a walk in the park," The teen muttered sarcastically.

"In the worst case scenario," The Lucario muttered darkly, "We probably won't make it out of this alive."


A.N: Hello readers! I'm already enjoying writing this, and I hope you all are looking forward to reading this as well!

Shoutout to my first reviewer, St. Elmo's Fire, who gave me a better idea on how to word my fanfic better, and my first follower, gamerj14!

Thanks a lot! ;)