Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon in any way.
Note to all readers: The main character is from Sweden, a land in northern Europe, and sometimes he will slip to his regular language. There will be translations at the end of each chapter, to avoid many sentences in Swedish in the prologue and first two chapters they are automatically translated. I'm using the Metric system for distances, speed, weight and volume because I'm used to that, but I'm also very good at the imperial one, mostly the length one.
"And stop making puns out of our names!" – Victor Jacobson.
"Monday Games"
In an upper secondary school in the town of Stockholm, located in east of Sweden, two boys emerged from a classroom door, having finished their English lesson. The blonde boy was about 1.71 m tall, wore a plain sky blue polo shirt and a pair of beige shorts.
"That movie we saw yesterday was awesome!" Max told his friend, who had a familiar semi long brown hair that was a little scruffy this day. Last night they had been late up with Victor and Hans watching some movies.
"Nah, it seemed so… unrealistic… I mean, saving the world by yourself? A little naïve to me," he responded, looking at his friend strangely with his grey coloured eyes. Max sighed when he heard that.
"You know that it was a movie, it doesn't have to be real. Well, who knows anyway, if this world was in trouble, who'd save it anyway?" he said as he shrugged. Max's friend was as tall as himself, but Max had better combed hair that was more shiny thanks to some gel. He had known his friend since third grade when they were ten.
"Yeah, like that would ever happen," the other teen said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "What's next on the schedule?" he asked as Max brought the paper up.
"Um… Maths I think," he said, "Have you done the homework we got last week, Bill?"
The brown haired teen, Bill, remained silent for a second. He had forgotten to do that homework.
"No! I forgot, why do I have to postpone the math homework every time? Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he clutched his grey green cap and threw it on the floor, taking out his anger by stomping on it. He picked it up and brushed the dirt off it by swatting it against his blue jeans. Then he remembered another terrible fact.
"Aw jeez! I forgot the books in the classroom! I knew it was something!" Bill slapped his forehead with both hands and started to run towards the room he had English in. 'Great! Why does everything bad happen to me this day? First I'm late Grammar class, then I get sauce spilled on my shirt during lunch, then it turns out I've forgotten to do the homework, and now this! If I'm late to the Maths, my teacher is going to kill me!" He panicked as he ran to the classroom where his books were. When he arrived to the door he knocked on it quickly to get in.
"Come in," someone said from inside, that was his English teacher. "Hey, the." He pointed at his head, referring to Bill's cap. He took it off as quickly as possible since he respected that teacher very much.
"Sorry, are my books in here? I think I've must've forgotten them here…" he asked, the teacher pointed at a pile of books. He smiled as he picked them up and was about to leave, when he was at the doorway he noticed that one of the boys was the one who was responsible of the spot on his shirt, Stephan Young.
Earlier this day, when they had been eating lunch, Stephan had pushed him on purpose so he got all the sauce on his pale red shirt, he couldn't pick a fight on an empty stomach… he really hated Mondays!
"Good thing those books aren't made of some wet ingredient, since you might spill it all over yourself," Stephan teased as some of his fellows laughed. Bill didn't seem to be able to take that but he needed to stay in control, with a red face he thanked the teacher and left the classroom.
'That Stephan is going down today! That's for sure! Man, I'm already late!' he thought as he was running down the hall, heading for the Maths. What was worse, he hadn't done the homework he'd been assigned last week, this certainly wasn't his day. When he finally arrived to the he figured out that his classmates had already entered, showing that he would get a scolding for always being late to those classes. He knocked on the door and entered, the Math's teacher was glaring at him murderously.
"Late again, Bartholomeus?" he said, telling him by his real name. He disliked his real name, it was too long, and he really hated the name Bert, so he mostly went by the name Bill.
"Uh, yeah," he muttered, cringing under the voice of the teacher, "I forgot my books in the other classroom…"
"May I have your homework?" he requested. A pain of guilt showered all over Bill's body, he hated situations like these. "You haven't done it, have you?"
"No, I forgot to-" he started to make an excuse but was interjected by the teacher.
"That is no excuse, boy! Go and take your seat at once!" he ordered. Bill walked calmly to an empty desk and sat down on the chair and picked up his math books. When he opened the book he didn't saw numbers or equations, he saw German phrases and other stuff.
He looked at the book; he had brought the wrong book to the school. All because the two different books had the same colours, and due to that he was stressed in the morning, he had brought the wrong book. He began to sweat a little as he moved over to Max's side, peeking in his book.
"Um, Max. I, eh, forgot my book at home so do you mind if I could share your book?" he asked his friend, whispering of course.
"No sweat! You're on page fifty seven, right?" asked Max, who flipped the pages. Bill nodded.
After a tedious hour with Maths the two boys, along with their fellow classmates, emerged from the room, chatting about all trivia.
"So, Bill, how do you think the test will turn out like?" asked Max.
"I think he'll make it super hard so he can nag about the bad results later… what do you think?" Bill replied.
"The equations are pretty tough, but not impossible. Anyway, what are you going to do now? That was the last class we just had." Bill wasn't listening; he was looking at something else. He suddenly walked away from Max, heading for the door. Bill had seen Stephan at the other side of the door since there was a glass window on the upper part of it.
'To bad for you that you had to stand right in front of the door, Stephan,' he thought as he advanced towards the door. When he was in front of it he kicked it open with all his might causing it to slam Stephan right in the face. When Bill looked down on the older boy, smirking, he spoke.
"That should teach you not to mess with me!" Stephan got up and noticed that his nose was bleeding.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snarled at the smaller boy who had slammed the door right on his nose. Stephan was older than Bill, he was about 1.86 m tall, had black-brownish hair that was covered by a dark blue bandana. He wore a black sweater and dark blue jeans. He advanced towards the smaller teen, pissed off.
Bill slowly got into fighting stance as the older teen approached.
"Are you trying to take me on? You seriously don't know who you're dealing with, do you?" he snarled. He didn't know who Bill really was, Bill had a very hot temper and combined with a cocky and vengeful nature, he often ended up in a fight. Stephan got into his fighting stance, it was different from Bill's though, since he mostly fought in brawl unlike Bill who used his fists as the main style, but he wasn't that good.
"Well, I know that you're Stephan Young. And you only have the guts to fight people that are smaller than you, right?" he mocked. Stephan anger was rising. "But I won't let someone like you take me down!"
"Let's see about that!" said Stephan as he lunged at Bill, fist raised eager to wipe that smirk off the younger boy's mouth. Bill reacted quickly and sidestepped out of the way and delivered two fast punches in his opponent's face. Stephan staggered back a little after the two quick blows.
"You son of a…" he growled as he leapt towards him again, this time tackling him to the ground and started to punch Bill in the face. But Bill kept blocking the hits; his anger began to rise as Stephan sat on him trying to beat him up. He tried to kick Stephan on his back head a couple of times and eventually, he hit. While he was stunned Bill pushed him off and quickly got to his feet, raising his fists.
"You shouldn't have messed with me in the first place!" growled Bill as he charged forward. He attempted to punch Stephan in the stomach but he reacted quickly, he grabbed Bill's arm and twisted it around. He then forced him down on the floor, twisting it harder.
"Are you giving up now, you little shit?" Stephan triumphantly whispered in Bill's ear. The, now furious, boy elbowed the older one right in the face with his other free arm, making him let go. The spectators now saw that this fight was about to turn into a fight of life and death, and no one dared to stop it.
Bill faked a punch and kicked his opponent's right shin, quickly following up with an uppercut that connected almost perfectly under the chin. Stephan recovered quickly after that and grabbed Bill by his neck firmly and shoved him up a wall nearby. Since he had an advantage of being taller, he had a longer reach and therefore, Bill couldn't punch him in the face.
"Persistent little rat…" he mumbled as he started to punch Bill in the stomach repeatedly and mixed with some knees. The blows made the air of Bill's lungs exit very violently as the continual blows were delivered, the anger inside him didn't help anymore… he was too weak. Suddenly the grip around his neck loosened, the blows stopped coming, it was some of the older boys that had had enough of the fight and pulled Stephan away from Bill.
"You got lucky this time, Shorty! Next time you won't!" he yelled as his friends pulled him away.
"Speak for yourself, Youngster!" answered Bill through his heavy breaths. His friends came up to him and helped him to get up on his feet.
Later, Bill and his friends were just outside school. Previously, Bill had been called to the Principal's office to receive a yelling from the old man that he had been starting one too many fights lately. He even had the nerve to call Bill a no-good hoodlum! The jeans he wore today weren't ripped at all, he was with Max, Hans and Victor, and they were all gamers, though they had different tastes.
Hans Rehnquist was the typical study boy, his hair was red-brownish, and he had lots of freckles. He was the one who studied the most and often helped the other three with the homework. He liked strategy games very much, since he was very strategic. He was the shortest, but surprisingly, the oldest of the four.
Victor Jacobson was the sportier guy; he sported very much on his spare time when he wasn't playing games. He had black, very short hair and was the tallest of the four; he had a growth problem that caused him to grow very early and more unlike others, standing at 1.98 m tall. He mostly played shoot 'em ups and role playing games, but he wouldn't say no to some good old retro.
Max Hammerstrand, Bill's best friend, was the game freak of them all, though he mostly played Gameboy. Strategy and role playing games were his favourites. Bill Anderson was the, aggressive boy of the group, but he didn't fight his friends… he only did in a nice way. He liked fighting games, which must've been the cause of his temper, but he would prefer some role-playing too. He also had a bad sense of humour, very fond of bad puns. He didn't care if people liked them or not.
"You know, Bill, picking a fight with Stephan was very stupid," said Max. "You really need to chill out soon or you'll surely end up in a hospital."
"But you gotta admit that the door stunt was cool, he literally fell for it!" Bill said out laughing.
"But seriously, Bill, Stephan is pretty strong… and kicking up a door right in his face-" started Hans but got cut off by Bill.
"He deserved it! You see my shirt? He was the one who caused it!" Bill protested.
"Wait, are you saying that you attacked him for that? That couldn't have been worth it!" said Victor. "And by the way, you could get expelled you know," he added.
Bill remained silent for a while, thinking. He had been into some fights lately this week, but it wasn't his problem that people liked to make fun of him? Or was it?
"Hey, Bill, what are you going to do now?" asked Max. Bill shrugged. "This was a pretty short day so let's hang out at my place and play some games. What do you say about that, guys?" Max continued.
"No I can't," said Hans. "I need to do some homework today but we could hook up a LAN and play some strategy games later, ok?" he asked.
"No problemo! We'll call you when we're ready! Is 9:00 pm ok?" suggested Max, Hans nodded and left. Max turned to the other two. "How about you guys? Are you coming?"
"I got nothing else to do," Bill said, looking at Victor.
"Me neither, I heard from Robert that the coach had called in sick, migraine or something," Victor said.
They all walked to Max's place, chatting about today's classes and homework, test that were coming up. Max didn't live to far from the school so they didn't have to walk for that long. When they arrived to Max's house, which was mostly white with a black roof, they went inside. They all walked up to Max's room where there was a TV, computer and various consoles, Max played a lot of games. They all sat down on the black sofa and started playing.
(25 minutes later)
"All right! I beat you again for the 9th time in a row!" Bill cheered happily; he had won over Max and Victor yet again. "Even though you were using 'MAXimum' power I still won! You were not VICTORious!" he continued, making fun of his friends' names. They had been playing a fighting game Bill had chosen and he was far better than the rest. But they had been playing a shoot 'em up game before where he got owned.
"Hey!" shouted Victor a little irritated. "Just because you only play those kinds of games! And stop making puns out of our names, Bartholomeus!"
Bill's happiness quickly faded into an annoyed look when he started to punch Victor's arm. Being almost 2 m tall, he had long reach, and grabbed the shorter teen in a headlock.
"Don't call me that!" he yelled, trying to get out of the headlock, but Victor gave him a noogie before letting him go. "Come on, one more match, so I can get my ten win streak!" he requested.
Max got up and shut the TV off. "Never! I'm fed up of losing. Hey, Victor, let's play some Pokémon! This time I'll beat you!"
Bill looked at them a little puzzled. "Pawkee-what?" he asked, he wasn't much into Gameboys. Max and Victor looked at him like he was a ghost.
"You don't know what Pokémon is? Jeez, what planet are you from?" Max asked.
"I'm from Earth, and no, I don't know what Pokémon is, you know that I don't like playing handhelds," said Bill.
"It's the coolest game on Earth, Bill," said Victor as he picked up his Blue Gameboy Pocket Colour form his bag.
"What the… you keep your Gameboy in your backpack?"
"Yes, I do, and I'm not worried of getting it stolen since who would take something from me?"
"Whatever," said Bill, rolling his eyes. He turned to Max. "So what's the game about then?" he asked curiously.
"It's all about catching Pokémon and training them and some even evolve. You start as a trainer who aspires to become the best in the world," Max explained.
"Uh huh, sounds simple…"
"But it isn't THAT simple actually, there are some nasty puzzles in the game too!" Victor added in.
"Of course, no straight-forward game is fun, but how come you have two different colours on the games?"
"Oh! That's two different versions, I have Gold and Victor's got Silver," said Max.
"Is there any difference?"
"Yes some Pokémon that are in the Gold version doesn't exist in the Silver version and vice versa,"
"And the rarity of some Pokémon," adds Victor.
"That's sounds kinda cool! Mind if you could just turn it on already?"
"Hey, cool down; let me connect some wires first," Max said, connecting a wire from his Gameboy to Victor's.
"What's that wire for?"
"Oh God, give me strength and patience, THIS wire enables Victor and me to play against each other…"
"Against? Don't you have a wire that enables you to play WITH Victor instead, like a team?"
Max slaps his forehead because of Bill's stupidity; Bill could be an idiot sometimes.
"Okay I get it; you're challenging him on a match, right?"
"Finally you understand, moron! If you could stop gloating over your previous victories, you should've known that I was challenging Victor from the start!" They all laugh at what Max said, they played and played while Bill was asking questions all the time like "What's that? How does it do that? Why? How? When?" And so on, the last question was.
"Why the hell have you been playing this game longer than the rest of them combined? It's so unfair! Anyway, I gotta go now, my mum will get pissed if I'm late for dinner, later!"
"Bye, Bill, and remember, LAN at nine o'clock sharp!" reminded Max while still playing against Victor, having the upper hand for the moment. Bill exited the house and headed towards his home.
(In the Chamber of the Dimensions)
"Are you really sure this is the right one, master?" asked the younger one, he wore crimson clothes and had dark blue hair. The older one, who wore robes in various colours, nodded.
"Yes, young one, that's the one," he said.
"But he looks kinda… puny," the young one said in disagreement.
"But he is the one from that dimension! And he seems to have great capabilities," the old one stated.
"You said that about Zach Bark too, and what happened? He got vaporized by 'him'!"
"That was only because Zach refused to train! He let his vanity overcome him and he though that he was some kind of hero!" protested the old one. "And besides," he added, "he's the last of them."
"He is?" the young one wondered. "So if he dies, it's over, right?" The old one nodded. "Oh shit, we're doomed! There's no way that kid could do something about it."
"But he's the last hope, and don't judge the book by its cover," the old one said.
"Oh well, shall I summon him here?" the young one asked.
"Yes, but don't do anything wrong, and remember that you must do it when he's completely alone." The younger one nodded.
As the young one walked away, he let out an evil smile, he loved doing this…
When he arrived at his home he went inside and was greeted by his mother, Lisa. She looked very upset.
"Um, his mum, what's wrong?" he asked. Lisa sighed.
"I heard you were in a fight again, Bartholomeus," she said, using his real name. Only his mother was allowed to use that name.
'Darn! How did she know? The principal must've called home after I left,' he thought. "But he asked for it, mum, he just kept making fun of me!"
"That's no excuse, Bartholomeus! You know that you could get expelled if you don't stop this! Just because you father died doesn't mean you can act like some hoodlum!" she scolded. Bill flinched when she mentioned his dad's death.
Bjorn Anderson died two years ago in a traffic accident; Bill was close to committing suicide when he heard about it. Lisa's heart was shattered; her husband was gone so suddenly. The most prized possession Bill had was the stop watch his father gave him on his 13th birthday. First he didn't care that much about it but after he died, Bill had always been wearing that watch in his pocket.
The watch was an old watch that was round and the outer material was made of silver. It had a chain attached to it so he could keep it in a breast pocket where he could attach the chain to it. It had one button that was used to stop and start the timer, but it was a functional watch too. It also had a 'Bill' engraved on it. At least his father respected the fact that Bill wanted that name on it, and Bartholomeus wouldn't fit anyway. Good thing for him was that it worked as an ordinary watch.
"Why do you have to bring up dad's death, mum? You know I don't like it," said Bill a little sadly. Lisa looked at him for a while and sighed, going to the table.
She ignored that question. "You were late to dinner again, Bartholomeus, by the way. Next time you stop over by your friends at least give me a call!"
Bill sat down and ate the cooled down food that was the dinner, he didn't have any siblings and he was the only child in the family. It was silent while he was eating and his mother was looking at him, worried.
"Bartholomeus, you know as much as I do, that I'm just caring about you. Just don't get expelled from the school, I'm worried of your future."
"I know, mum, I know," answered Bill, "but I'm still doing well at school, though."
"I know that, but try to take it easy in the future, okay?" Bill nodded, he stared at the window for a while, looking out. He saw that it was going to darken soon.
"Mum, is it okay if I go out and watch the sunset?" he suggested.
"Alone?"
"Yes, I need to be alone for a while," he said. This was true, when he watched the sunsets he often felt better since it made him feel relaxed.
"Okay, you can go," she said.
"Thanks, I'll be back in two hours, I have my watch, ok?"
Bill walked out of the house and towards the beach, he loved to watch the sunset at the beach, it was so quiet and peacefully. When he arrived to the beach he took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air, and exhaled, it was totally free from people and it was just him, the sand and the sea.
"This is… so fantastic," he said as he looked at the sun, it was big and orange, it rays reflected in the water. Over the sun were some thin red clouds, which were coloured from the sun. He walked along the beach, the white sand was soft, and the soothing wind that blew on his face. He lay down at the sand, looking at the sun, which had descended halfway down the sea. He looked up to the sky; it was gorgeous how it was shifting in colours up there.
Then the wind blew harder, but not that much harder, and Bill had to cover his eyes so he didn't get too much sand in his eyes. As the wind blew, the white sand was whirling around, dancing in the wind. When the wind gusts died down, Bill noticed a book that had been hidden under the sand, it looked like it was very old, but it had the size of an A4 paper and it was very thick, like 500-600 pages.
'What the heck? How could someone forget a book that big here? How could someone be so careless?' he thought, picking up the book blew of the thin layer of sand that was on the cover.
"What the hell?" he said to himself; he was surprised by the title of the book
"Dimensional Intervention"
"The Story of the Unknown Pokémon"
By: Billy Anthony
"What a coincidence that the same day I for the first time hear the name "Pokémon" and finding a book with the title containing that word too!" he thought, but when he looked at the author's name his heart started to beat faster. "What's this? That sounds a lot like my name. Creepy, maybe I should peek in it and see what it's about."
He looked at his stop watch. "Hmm, one hour left, I could read a little, and then I could give it to Victor and Max so they have something fun to read." He opened the book, the pages were thicker than today's books, but there was something that wasn't usual, the pages were blank! All of them! No wonder why the owner 'forgot' the book!
He closed the book and looked at the sun again, it was gone. It had gone under the sea. It began to get dark, fast. He stood up, brushed off the sand from his clothes and looked back at the book, but now there were five more words on the bottom of the cover, the text was written with the old, middle-aged style letters and they were glowing yellow.
Open it,
Look into it
As he still was curious about the book he decided to take one last look in the book, but one thought rushed through his head.
"What kind of book is this? I mean, it looks old and Pokémon is new, it doesn't fit together? Anyway here goes!" He opened the book again and noticed some more text, which also was in the middle-aged style, on the first page.
'Before the boy left the beach he decided to take a last look into the book. He picked it up to examine it one more time, little did he know that another world would never be the same…'
Bill got scared, it was like the book referred to him, and he began to breathe faster and began to sweat. He'd had enough of this book so he decided to close it, but it wouldn't close, it was like some force was holding it open. The book got bigger and bigger and even bigger! Bill was scared out of his mind, it was like a nightmare, and then every thing went white…
To be continued…
A/N
So this was the first remake of my story, I fused the first two chapters together. This chapter was a little shorter than the other two combined but some parts were taken away (Jan Karp was deleted). But you know, the story gets better in the future chapters. And I know that Bill isn't a Swedish name but I really couldn't come up with another one, though.
Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter better and the next one is slightly updated. You can review… if you want to. Or, if you got the guts, giving me a heck of a flame/Constructive critique you coward!
