Wow, two Chapters in two days, its a mirracle!
Hope you Enjoy this, I threw in an extra bit You'll have to remember later.
Chapter 1 – And so it Begins
After having a wash and getting dressed we headed out to Professor Fir's lab. It's not exactly a lab per say but more an overlarge house with a large fenced in area behind it. The fenced in area has loads of different areas, a lot like the Pal Park in Sinnoh I read about in magazines. Unlike other regions, Shikoku has yet another difference. You don't get to choose one of three starters Pokemon like in other regions. You have to prove your skill by catching the Pokemon yourself in the fenced in area behind the lab. No skill means no Pokemon. It's tough but if you don't catch one can always come back and try next week. You get one hour inside the area and 5 pokeballs. They give you a rented Pokemon to help catch the Pokemon you want. Only one Pokemon is aloud per person. People who already have a Pokemon are not aloud to participate.
"I told you last week Erin, you have to be thirteen to be allowed in" explains one of professor Fir's assistants to a little girl about the age of 8. As always, Professor Fir's assistants are dressed in a white lab coat. " Do you not listen?"
"It's not fair!" huffs Erin, her pure white hair swaying with the wind. Erin and her family are the only other residents in Beachpark besides Jason's, Annabelle's, the professor's and mine. " Jason and his friends are starting their adventure today, why cant I?"
"Because you're not of age Erin" says the assistant, his voice rising and lines appearing on his forehead " go on and run along home, your parents are probably worried sick!" Erin storms off, angrily kicking a medium sized pebble down the path. His attention quickly turned to us, the lines from before vanished.
"Why hello" exclaims the assistant quickly flattening the creases on his coat " are you two ready?"
"Yes sir" reply's Annabelle enthusiastically "me and Jason can't wait!"
"Are you not participating Joe?" enquires the assistant.
"Oh no, I already have a Pokemon" I say, taking the pokeball out of my belt and showing it to him. Originally Shinx wasn't in a Pokeball and whenever in the house he stays out of it. I befriended him on my way to school one day as me and Jason walked along the route, chatting about a TV show we saw. He'd been in a battle with a Geodude and wasn't looking the best. Jason thought we should leave him in case the mother came but I was afraid that a stronger Pokemon would come and pick on him so I took him to a Pokemon centre and healed him. Jason and I got detention but it was worth it.
"Well, I wont take any more of your time" the assistant says "Go right in through the door behind."
Jason, Annabelle and I step through the door, our adventure about to begin!
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Meanwhile...
I'm running through the trees of a forest next to the Coast of Lelina Lake. Lelina Lake is to my left; my pursuer is behind me, barely 150 ft away. Above me Grovyle is jumping along the branches, as swift, silent and nimble as a cat. Mightyena is pounding along at my right side, keeping up with ease. My semi-long hunting knife is held in my right hand in a backhand style. A sharp bark interrupts my thoughts on where I should run. My pursuer is getting closer; I imagine I can smell his pungent deodorant. I quicken my pace.
"Houndoom, use flamethrower!" Commands a deep voice, little over 50 ft away. I turn around in time to see a pillar of flame erupting from a Houndoom's jaws. I jump to my left and barely escape getting toasted. I land on my on the balls of my feet and keep running. Mightyena wasn't so lucky. The end of his tail was singed! He growls back at the Houndoom and leaps to my side. If I'd have stayed and fought, Mightyena could of taken that low-levelled Pokemon with ease, but we didn't have the time. More of the people in the matching clothes would of taken the man with the Houndoom's place.
Personally, I've never had that much need for clothes. I wear a single pair of dirty, worn out, black, tracksuit bottoms and I run bare-chested. My long, dirty brown hair is the same shad of brown as my eyes. I'm completely devoid of the freckles my family is known to have. I have scratches every were from the amount of times I've fell into thorn bushes during my training.
And my back history I hear you ask? Well, that's another story for another time.
"Groe!" shouts Grovyle warningly. I turn around to see Houndoom pounce off the ground. I throw my hunting knifes at it but he deflects it with its horns stuck to its head. His head butts into me and sends me sprawling across the ground. Houndoom pounces on me and its front paws land on my chest. Its claws dig into my flesh.
Mightyena wheels around and darts for Mightyena, vicious hate gleaming in his eyes. Houndoom's owner stride's up and shoots Mightyena in the neck with the rifle he had strewn around his back. Mightyena stops dead in his tracks.
"NOOOOOOOOO, MIGHTYENA!!" I scream as his limp body falls to the ground. I struggle even harder but Houndoom digs its claws in even deeper. A trickle of blood is coming out of each of the holes. My blood surges to my head. The only I had was revenge.
"Don't worry boy" says the man, a nasty grin forming on the corners of his mouth. He's a man in his late twenties or early thirties with a mop of greasy black hair on his head. "That's only a paralyse dart. It's of my own creation. I collected loads of pollen from the move stun spore and infused it in this dart. Your dog will live boy, our boss may have use of him!"
"Mightyena will never work for your boss!" I spit "Your whole team is evil!"
" That may be so bu…" He never got to finish that sentence for his body fell limply sideways into the dirt. Behind is Grovyle, holding a rock the size of my head.
Houndoom reel's around to face Grovyle. He snarls and, releasing his paws from my chest, jumps back and landing on his hind legs, sends a ball full of pure shadow at Grovyle.
"Grovyle, dodge and use bullet seed at the ground around Houndoom!" I command.
Grovyle does what I commanded and when Houndoom was covered in dust, Grovyle and I collected Mightyena's limp body. Every bit of his body was limp except for his eyes. His eyes darted from place to face. Grovyle and I climbed a tall tree and were out of site by the time the dust cleared.
We waited there for hours while the people in the matching clothing scouted the area. Once they finished Grovyle, Mightyena (who had fully recovered up in the trees) and I headed home.
