Author's Note: YAY! Reviews! So here's chapter two! Oh, and just so you
know, These first couple years will go by pretty quickly, and what I think
I'm going to do is make this a short little story about Storm's life before
a certain turning point, then have sequels telling of her later adventures
etc, yada and so forth. And Storm's a bit of a pansy in this chapter, so
just live with it, okey?
Oh, and about the clothes thing, yes, that was kinda a mistake on my part. When I think of Storm, I think of the 19 year old that she'll become, and I accidentally forgot that she was only 10 in that last chapter. You might wanna take a look again at what I changed her into, definitely more like a 10 year old . . . And she's Ash's older sister, by two years, k. That becomes important later, just so ya have that straight.
Newayz, on with chapter two!
Chapter 2 - Firestorm
Veridian City . . . Still the name rings in my mind. As a 10 year old, with my first pokémon, I though Veridian was the place to be. It had the nearest gym, where I thought that I was sure to win. Yeah, right. I was still just 10, and I didn't realize how hard the life of a pokémon trainer could be. I don't think Ash or Gary, when they got their first pokémon two years later, realized it either. We all had our dreams of glory and grandeur. That we would win the Indigo Plateau tournament the first time we entered. That we would beat the Elite 4 and be named the Champion. But back then, we didn't realize how much hard work had to be put into training pokémon. And ourselves.
The time it took me to get from Pallet Town to Veridian City definitely wasn't the most exciting time in my life with pokémon, but it shaped what was to be the future between me and Charmander.
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I had never been outside of Pallet Town in my life. Professor Oak's house was on the outskirts, but that didn't count. Now I was on my own, out somewhere I had never been before with only my Charmander beside me. But I didn't care. Now I was free. I was a pokémon trainer.
I ran out into the grass, not caring if I ran into a pokémon. Charmander would protect me. I wasn't worried about getting lost either. I wouldn't get lost. Veridian wasn't too far away, was it? It was like that song from Pocahontas: 'Just Around the River Bend.' I though I would turn a corner, and there would be Veridian, right?
Wrong.
Some of the grass was cut down into a nice little path, probably by some pokémon. But some of it was over my head. I wasn't really all that tall for my age, even though I didn't know it then. I thought I was tall because I had always been taller than Ash and Gary, but then again, they were younger than me. It was in that long grass that I began to lose my way.
"C'mon Charmander! Let's go!" I didn't know if Charmander could hear me inside his pokéball, but I talked to him anyway. It made me feel less alone.
I didn't want to walk on the path, because when I was on the path, I could see kids playing, and I felt a pang for Ash and Gary, even though I had only been gone less than a day.
I could see two people battling their pokémon. They were two pokémon that I had never seen before. One was blue and had a little swirly thing on its tummy. It didn't have any arms either. I found out later that that was a Poliwag. The pokémon it was fighting seemed a little scary to me. It almost looked like a little ball of white fluff with a pig snout and a tail. I cringed as it screeched out its high-pitched call: "Maaaaaankeeeeeeey!"
Scared, I ran into the grass. (I wonder what those pokémon were. Maybe I have a little more to learn about pokémon, I guess.) That was when I first started to realize that pokémon training wouldn't be such a walk in the park.
I walked back in the direction that I had come from when I heard the sounds of battle fade away. At least, I thought it was the direction I had come from. But when I had walked for a few minutes, and still hadn't come back out of the grass, I began to get worried. (Did I really run this far away? I don't remember coming this far.)
I must have traveled for a while in the grass, because above my head, I could see the changing colors of the sky as the sun set. My heart started to beat faster as I realized that I had no idea where I was, and no way to go anywhere. I would be caught out at night.
My legs hurt, and my feet hurt, and I didn't know where I was. So I stopped, sat down, and started crying.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is being in total darkness. I heard a strange rustling noise, and something hooted like an owl. I muffled a shriek and ran. I don't know in which direction I ran, but all I wanted to do was to get out of the grass and away from the noise.
When a Rattata jumped out of the grass at me, I couldn't help but scream. Gary had always told me that if I left Rattatas alone, they would leave me alone, but this one didn't seem to want to. It had this really mean look on its face, and it didn't look like it was going to go away. I rushed at me to attack me, and I screamed again and covered my face with my hands, waiting to feel sharp little Rattata teeth sink into my skin.
Just then, a flash of light came from my belt, and I heard a familiar and reassuring voice. "Charmander!"
In the dark of night, I had forgotten that I had a pokémon at all. When my Charmander came out of its ball and lit up the night with its flame, it was almost if the night had gone away. But the Rattata was still there. Without even glancing at me, Charmander opened its mouth, and fire sprayed everywhere. Most of it hit the Rattata. Rattata squeaked and ran off through the grass.
Charmander walked over to me and hugged me. "Char. Charmander, Char." I closed my eyes and scooped up Charmander in a tight embrace.
My eyes flicked open again as I smelled something burning. I looked around to see that that the Embers that had missed Rattata had caught the grass on fire, and the grassland around me was quickly going up in flames!
I had no idea what to do. I had been told what to do when my house had caught on fire: 'Stop, drop and roll.' 'Crawl on the ground and out as fast as you can!' But this was so much different than a house fire . . .
"Staryu! Water Gun attack!" Someone called to their pokémon. It was a man's voice I had never heard before. I heard hissing as the fire went out all around me. I looked up to see a young man, about 25, standing over me with his Staryu, a starfish that was a yellowish color with a round glowing gem in its center, next to him. He was tall, and had brown hair, like Gary, except longer. It was down just past his shoulders, and he wore it tied back behind his neck. He had really deep blue eyes, though, like sapphires. He was wearing a simple outfit of blue jeans and a green T- shirt.
He knelt down next to me and spoke to me softly. "Hi. My name's Ricky. Will you tell me yours?"
Mom had told me not to speak to strangers, but Ricky was so nice that I couldn't help but speak to him. Would a bad man have tried to rescue me from the fire? "My name's Storm. Storm Ketchum."
"Storm. That's a nice name. Much prettier than Ricky." I laughed at the way he made it sound like he wanted a different name. "You're not much older than 10, are you?"
I shook my head, not quite trusting Ricky enough to tell him that my birthday was, in fact, today.
"Well, you haven't had you Charmander very long then. He's really cute, you know. But you need to learn how to control him. I can tell already that he's very strong, if he caused that fire by just a single Ember attack." He looked at me hugging Charmander close. "See, look how much he loves you. You guys are going to be a great team some day." He stopped for a moment, and seemed to be thinking. "Tell you what. Why don't you come to my house. My younger sister's about your age. Even though she doesn't want to be a pokémon trainer like us, she'd be glad of a little friend her own age. And I can help you train your Charmander. What about that?"
I didn't know exactly what Ricky was asking me. (Why does he want me to come? Am I just going to spend the night? How long am I going to stay?) The thought never crossed my mind not to go. After all, it was cold and dark outside, and I had nowhere else to go.
So when he held out his hand to me, I took it, following him blindly wherever he would lead me.
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And so began a new chapter in my life with pokémon. I had barely had time to get to know my Charmander, and here was a young man who was willing to teach a naïve little girl the ways of pokémon.
He did end up taking me back to his house, which was not too far from Veridian. He did end up having a sister my age, but what I noticed immediately was the fact that there was no Mom or Dad in the house. It was only him and his sister. I never did find out what happened to their parents. I was young enough that I didn't really care back then.
But going with Ricky, foolish little girl I was back then, changed my life in more ones than one, and it was the beginning of my remarkable journey with pokémon.
Author's Note: She really is a stupid young girl, isn't she. Running off with a stranger like that! For all she knew, he could have been one of those sadistic psychos that rape and kill little girls! Stupid, stupid little girlie. Newayz, I'm still looking for hints on how to italicize things, so if any of you know, or could find out . . . please tell me! Newayz, must go. I'll see ya'll later. Have a nice day! And don't forget to review on your way out. Any speculations of what will happen in Storm's life are welcomed!
Oh, and about the clothes thing, yes, that was kinda a mistake on my part. When I think of Storm, I think of the 19 year old that she'll become, and I accidentally forgot that she was only 10 in that last chapter. You might wanna take a look again at what I changed her into, definitely more like a 10 year old . . . And she's Ash's older sister, by two years, k. That becomes important later, just so ya have that straight.
Newayz, on with chapter two!
Chapter 2 - Firestorm
Veridian City . . . Still the name rings in my mind. As a 10 year old, with my first pokémon, I though Veridian was the place to be. It had the nearest gym, where I thought that I was sure to win. Yeah, right. I was still just 10, and I didn't realize how hard the life of a pokémon trainer could be. I don't think Ash or Gary, when they got their first pokémon two years later, realized it either. We all had our dreams of glory and grandeur. That we would win the Indigo Plateau tournament the first time we entered. That we would beat the Elite 4 and be named the Champion. But back then, we didn't realize how much hard work had to be put into training pokémon. And ourselves.
The time it took me to get from Pallet Town to Veridian City definitely wasn't the most exciting time in my life with pokémon, but it shaped what was to be the future between me and Charmander.
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I had never been outside of Pallet Town in my life. Professor Oak's house was on the outskirts, but that didn't count. Now I was on my own, out somewhere I had never been before with only my Charmander beside me. But I didn't care. Now I was free. I was a pokémon trainer.
I ran out into the grass, not caring if I ran into a pokémon. Charmander would protect me. I wasn't worried about getting lost either. I wouldn't get lost. Veridian wasn't too far away, was it? It was like that song from Pocahontas: 'Just Around the River Bend.' I though I would turn a corner, and there would be Veridian, right?
Wrong.
Some of the grass was cut down into a nice little path, probably by some pokémon. But some of it was over my head. I wasn't really all that tall for my age, even though I didn't know it then. I thought I was tall because I had always been taller than Ash and Gary, but then again, they were younger than me. It was in that long grass that I began to lose my way.
"C'mon Charmander! Let's go!" I didn't know if Charmander could hear me inside his pokéball, but I talked to him anyway. It made me feel less alone.
I didn't want to walk on the path, because when I was on the path, I could see kids playing, and I felt a pang for Ash and Gary, even though I had only been gone less than a day.
I could see two people battling their pokémon. They were two pokémon that I had never seen before. One was blue and had a little swirly thing on its tummy. It didn't have any arms either. I found out later that that was a Poliwag. The pokémon it was fighting seemed a little scary to me. It almost looked like a little ball of white fluff with a pig snout and a tail. I cringed as it screeched out its high-pitched call: "Maaaaaankeeeeeeey!"
Scared, I ran into the grass. (I wonder what those pokémon were. Maybe I have a little more to learn about pokémon, I guess.) That was when I first started to realize that pokémon training wouldn't be such a walk in the park.
I walked back in the direction that I had come from when I heard the sounds of battle fade away. At least, I thought it was the direction I had come from. But when I had walked for a few minutes, and still hadn't come back out of the grass, I began to get worried. (Did I really run this far away? I don't remember coming this far.)
I must have traveled for a while in the grass, because above my head, I could see the changing colors of the sky as the sun set. My heart started to beat faster as I realized that I had no idea where I was, and no way to go anywhere. I would be caught out at night.
My legs hurt, and my feet hurt, and I didn't know where I was. So I stopped, sat down, and started crying.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is being in total darkness. I heard a strange rustling noise, and something hooted like an owl. I muffled a shriek and ran. I don't know in which direction I ran, but all I wanted to do was to get out of the grass and away from the noise.
When a Rattata jumped out of the grass at me, I couldn't help but scream. Gary had always told me that if I left Rattatas alone, they would leave me alone, but this one didn't seem to want to. It had this really mean look on its face, and it didn't look like it was going to go away. I rushed at me to attack me, and I screamed again and covered my face with my hands, waiting to feel sharp little Rattata teeth sink into my skin.
Just then, a flash of light came from my belt, and I heard a familiar and reassuring voice. "Charmander!"
In the dark of night, I had forgotten that I had a pokémon at all. When my Charmander came out of its ball and lit up the night with its flame, it was almost if the night had gone away. But the Rattata was still there. Without even glancing at me, Charmander opened its mouth, and fire sprayed everywhere. Most of it hit the Rattata. Rattata squeaked and ran off through the grass.
Charmander walked over to me and hugged me. "Char. Charmander, Char." I closed my eyes and scooped up Charmander in a tight embrace.
My eyes flicked open again as I smelled something burning. I looked around to see that that the Embers that had missed Rattata had caught the grass on fire, and the grassland around me was quickly going up in flames!
I had no idea what to do. I had been told what to do when my house had caught on fire: 'Stop, drop and roll.' 'Crawl on the ground and out as fast as you can!' But this was so much different than a house fire . . .
"Staryu! Water Gun attack!" Someone called to their pokémon. It was a man's voice I had never heard before. I heard hissing as the fire went out all around me. I looked up to see a young man, about 25, standing over me with his Staryu, a starfish that was a yellowish color with a round glowing gem in its center, next to him. He was tall, and had brown hair, like Gary, except longer. It was down just past his shoulders, and he wore it tied back behind his neck. He had really deep blue eyes, though, like sapphires. He was wearing a simple outfit of blue jeans and a green T- shirt.
He knelt down next to me and spoke to me softly. "Hi. My name's Ricky. Will you tell me yours?"
Mom had told me not to speak to strangers, but Ricky was so nice that I couldn't help but speak to him. Would a bad man have tried to rescue me from the fire? "My name's Storm. Storm Ketchum."
"Storm. That's a nice name. Much prettier than Ricky." I laughed at the way he made it sound like he wanted a different name. "You're not much older than 10, are you?"
I shook my head, not quite trusting Ricky enough to tell him that my birthday was, in fact, today.
"Well, you haven't had you Charmander very long then. He's really cute, you know. But you need to learn how to control him. I can tell already that he's very strong, if he caused that fire by just a single Ember attack." He looked at me hugging Charmander close. "See, look how much he loves you. You guys are going to be a great team some day." He stopped for a moment, and seemed to be thinking. "Tell you what. Why don't you come to my house. My younger sister's about your age. Even though she doesn't want to be a pokémon trainer like us, she'd be glad of a little friend her own age. And I can help you train your Charmander. What about that?"
I didn't know exactly what Ricky was asking me. (Why does he want me to come? Am I just going to spend the night? How long am I going to stay?) The thought never crossed my mind not to go. After all, it was cold and dark outside, and I had nowhere else to go.
So when he held out his hand to me, I took it, following him blindly wherever he would lead me.
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And so began a new chapter in my life with pokémon. I had barely had time to get to know my Charmander, and here was a young man who was willing to teach a naïve little girl the ways of pokémon.
He did end up taking me back to his house, which was not too far from Veridian. He did end up having a sister my age, but what I noticed immediately was the fact that there was no Mom or Dad in the house. It was only him and his sister. I never did find out what happened to their parents. I was young enough that I didn't really care back then.
But going with Ricky, foolish little girl I was back then, changed my life in more ones than one, and it was the beginning of my remarkable journey with pokémon.
Author's Note: She really is a stupid young girl, isn't she. Running off with a stranger like that! For all she knew, he could have been one of those sadistic psychos that rape and kill little girls! Stupid, stupid little girlie. Newayz, I'm still looking for hints on how to italicize things, so if any of you know, or could find out . . . please tell me! Newayz, must go. I'll see ya'll later. Have a nice day! And don't forget to review on your way out. Any speculations of what will happen in Storm's life are welcomed!