Nope, I STILL don't own Pokémon.but I do own Mark, Isabelle, Ashley Allon
and Kirsten Agua, although the former two do have the surname Ketchum,
coming from Ash Ketchum.whom I do not own.hmm.
The Pokémon Masters
Chapter 1
"What do you mean 'no'?" Ash snarled as thirteen-year-old Mark leaned against the wall, quite calm, "You're a Ketchum! Pokémon training is in your blood!"
"I don't want to train them," said Mark, looking his father in the eye, "It's like using them for your own pleasure. What if they don't want to fight?"
"They do want to fight! They're bred for fighting!"
"No they're not. They're born to be free. Everyone - human, Pokémon or otherwise - has that right!"
"Go to your room!" Ash shouted, unable to think of another suitable reply to his son's disobedient remarks. Mark shrugged, picked up his Pokémon (Eevee) and walked away past his mother who was just coming into the room.
"There's just not enough room in this house for the two of you, is there?" Misty laughed.
"If only he was more like his sister," Ash sighed, looking out of the window and watching his daughter train with her Jolteon. She was fifteen and incredibly pretty - this disturbed Ash, as many boys appeared on their doorstep to ask her out, but luckily for him, his daughter was not interested in boys and was content with Pokémon training.
Mark was sitting in his room writing again. He loved writing almost as much as Pokémon and wanted to be a writer when he was older. He wrote mostly novels about the Tyr. He had a strong interest in the Old Ways, though he himself did not practise Tyran rituals. His parents would have a fit - he had tried countless times to tell them that it was anything but evil, and Tyrans cast spells to help people, but each was in vain. His friend, Kirsten Agua was not allowed in the Ketchum's household anymore because they had found out that she was a Tyran. It made Mark angry when he had to put up with people so prejudiced.
Apart from Kirsten, Mark only had one other friend - May Oak, the personification of depression who was searching for her brother. Everyone told her he was dead but she would not believe it, or perhaps she just didn't want to admit it. Mark did think it was strange that if he was dead no one had found his body. He had seen photographs of Gary, who had been a handsome man with brown hair and bright blue eyes with a piercing glare. He didn't much like the look of him, but he still wished he had beaten his father in the stadium sixteen years ago. Then perhaps his head wouldn't be so swollen. It really was surprising that they hadn't had to enlarge the already quite wide doorways in their mansion.
This time Mark was writing an essay for school about his idol. Many boys in his class had, to his annoyance, chosen his father and many of the girls, his mother. But he had chosen Ashley Allon, Champion of Johto. She was one of the precious few Pokemon Masters Mark liked. She showed equal respect for both humans and Pokemon and had run an anti-fur clothing campaign with Lily Waterflower, one of his aunts whom he liked but saw very little of now that she was in Johto. Mark wanted more than almost anything else to go to Johto, but the only way his father would allow him was if he tried to become a Pokémon Master.
"Eevee."
"Don't worry Eevee. I won't make you fight."
"Ee!" Eevee buried his head in his human companion's jacket. Mark held the little furry Pokemon tightly, just in case his father walked in and tried to take him away. Just then he heard a muffled voice at the door.
"Pika?" Pikachu. Pikachu was his father's favourite Pokémon - the one that had won him his title and saved his life. Why, Pikachu?
Mark opened the door and let Pikachu in, despite Eevee's grunts of disapproval. Eevee sounded so funny and cute when he grunted. Pikachu sat down on the floor holding an apple, which he was offering to Mark along with something else. It looked like a ticket.
"Um, thanks," Mark said as he took the apple and whatever else it was. He handed the apple to Eevee, whose saliva was escaping his thin lips and making a small stain on the carpet. He attacked the apple hungrily and Mark examined the - yes, it was a ticket. Mark could hardly believe it - it was a ticket for the Saffron-Goldenrod train, the fastest train in the world! Saffron City was quite a long way away, but if he could make it there then Goldenrod was just a few minutes away.
"Where did you get it, Pikachu?" Mark asked excitedly. Pikachu hung his head in shame - obviously, he had stolen it from Ash. That ticket was meant to be for Isabelle. This didn't stop Mark though - he hated Isabelle even more than his father. She didn't have any respect at all for Pokemon. Any Pokemon in her hands was treated as no more than a possession and was worked like a slave. At least his father didn't mistreat his Pokemon but Mark wished he would pay more attention to how Isabelle treated hers. Mark was the only one who knew she physically abused them and the one time he tried to tell someone they hadn't believed him and Isabelle had beaten him too. In conclusion, Mark hated almost all the residents of the Ketchum Household.
The only person he would miss if he went away was his mother. She may have been a little silly and naïve, but she was the only one that truly loved him and he returned that love. He remembered the time he broke his leg two years ago and how Misty stayed with him in the hospital even though he wasn't really in that much pain. There was another boy whom he had seen and was dying. His parents weren't even there most of the time. Mark knew that in some ways, he would regret leaving, but he would regret staying even more, and so his choice was made.
"Mark!" his mother called, "It's teatime!" He hid the train ticket beneath Eevee's bed and let Pikachu out. He went to the bathroom sink to wash his hands and looked in the mirror as he did so. His ginger hair was out of place and his brown eyes were glittering strangely. Many people told him he had beautiful eyes but he thought they were his worst features, because of their resemblance to his father's. He did not think his father bad-looking for his age, but he really did dislike his eyes.
As he walked down the stairs he smiled as he watched Eevee slide down the banister in a blur of ginger-brown fur. Obviously, Eevee would reach the ground floor rather quickly using this method of transportation and it was very practical. He walked into the dining room, a smile still on his face.
"What're you grinning about?" said Isabelle, her mouth full of cauliflower.
"Not with your mouth full, Issy," said Misty, "Hello Mark."
"Hey Mom." He sat down next to his sister, who kicked him in the shin. Eevee growled and Mark kicked her back, less discretely than she had kicked him.
"Mark!" Ash spat furiously.
"She kicked me first," he said.
"I did not you little-" A rather rude word escaped Isabelle's lips.
"Isabelle!" Ash was not amused, "No dessert for either of you. Mark, why do you still seem so.so.pleased?"
"Ah," said Mark, "Dessert makes your teeth rot."
Thanks for reading and again, please R&R. Mark's hatred of his father has not yet been fully explained but that will be revealed, along with many other things.Also, it will be getting darker in the fairly near future so
beware.*muahahaha.*
The Pokémon Masters
Chapter 1
"What do you mean 'no'?" Ash snarled as thirteen-year-old Mark leaned against the wall, quite calm, "You're a Ketchum! Pokémon training is in your blood!"
"I don't want to train them," said Mark, looking his father in the eye, "It's like using them for your own pleasure. What if they don't want to fight?"
"They do want to fight! They're bred for fighting!"
"No they're not. They're born to be free. Everyone - human, Pokémon or otherwise - has that right!"
"Go to your room!" Ash shouted, unable to think of another suitable reply to his son's disobedient remarks. Mark shrugged, picked up his Pokémon (Eevee) and walked away past his mother who was just coming into the room.
"There's just not enough room in this house for the two of you, is there?" Misty laughed.
"If only he was more like his sister," Ash sighed, looking out of the window and watching his daughter train with her Jolteon. She was fifteen and incredibly pretty - this disturbed Ash, as many boys appeared on their doorstep to ask her out, but luckily for him, his daughter was not interested in boys and was content with Pokémon training.
Mark was sitting in his room writing again. He loved writing almost as much as Pokémon and wanted to be a writer when he was older. He wrote mostly novels about the Tyr. He had a strong interest in the Old Ways, though he himself did not practise Tyran rituals. His parents would have a fit - he had tried countless times to tell them that it was anything but evil, and Tyrans cast spells to help people, but each was in vain. His friend, Kirsten Agua was not allowed in the Ketchum's household anymore because they had found out that she was a Tyran. It made Mark angry when he had to put up with people so prejudiced.
Apart from Kirsten, Mark only had one other friend - May Oak, the personification of depression who was searching for her brother. Everyone told her he was dead but she would not believe it, or perhaps she just didn't want to admit it. Mark did think it was strange that if he was dead no one had found his body. He had seen photographs of Gary, who had been a handsome man with brown hair and bright blue eyes with a piercing glare. He didn't much like the look of him, but he still wished he had beaten his father in the stadium sixteen years ago. Then perhaps his head wouldn't be so swollen. It really was surprising that they hadn't had to enlarge the already quite wide doorways in their mansion.
This time Mark was writing an essay for school about his idol. Many boys in his class had, to his annoyance, chosen his father and many of the girls, his mother. But he had chosen Ashley Allon, Champion of Johto. She was one of the precious few Pokemon Masters Mark liked. She showed equal respect for both humans and Pokemon and had run an anti-fur clothing campaign with Lily Waterflower, one of his aunts whom he liked but saw very little of now that she was in Johto. Mark wanted more than almost anything else to go to Johto, but the only way his father would allow him was if he tried to become a Pokémon Master.
"Eevee."
"Don't worry Eevee. I won't make you fight."
"Ee!" Eevee buried his head in his human companion's jacket. Mark held the little furry Pokemon tightly, just in case his father walked in and tried to take him away. Just then he heard a muffled voice at the door.
"Pika?" Pikachu. Pikachu was his father's favourite Pokémon - the one that had won him his title and saved his life. Why, Pikachu?
Mark opened the door and let Pikachu in, despite Eevee's grunts of disapproval. Eevee sounded so funny and cute when he grunted. Pikachu sat down on the floor holding an apple, which he was offering to Mark along with something else. It looked like a ticket.
"Um, thanks," Mark said as he took the apple and whatever else it was. He handed the apple to Eevee, whose saliva was escaping his thin lips and making a small stain on the carpet. He attacked the apple hungrily and Mark examined the - yes, it was a ticket. Mark could hardly believe it - it was a ticket for the Saffron-Goldenrod train, the fastest train in the world! Saffron City was quite a long way away, but if he could make it there then Goldenrod was just a few minutes away.
"Where did you get it, Pikachu?" Mark asked excitedly. Pikachu hung his head in shame - obviously, he had stolen it from Ash. That ticket was meant to be for Isabelle. This didn't stop Mark though - he hated Isabelle even more than his father. She didn't have any respect at all for Pokemon. Any Pokemon in her hands was treated as no more than a possession and was worked like a slave. At least his father didn't mistreat his Pokemon but Mark wished he would pay more attention to how Isabelle treated hers. Mark was the only one who knew she physically abused them and the one time he tried to tell someone they hadn't believed him and Isabelle had beaten him too. In conclusion, Mark hated almost all the residents of the Ketchum Household.
The only person he would miss if he went away was his mother. She may have been a little silly and naïve, but she was the only one that truly loved him and he returned that love. He remembered the time he broke his leg two years ago and how Misty stayed with him in the hospital even though he wasn't really in that much pain. There was another boy whom he had seen and was dying. His parents weren't even there most of the time. Mark knew that in some ways, he would regret leaving, but he would regret staying even more, and so his choice was made.
"Mark!" his mother called, "It's teatime!" He hid the train ticket beneath Eevee's bed and let Pikachu out. He went to the bathroom sink to wash his hands and looked in the mirror as he did so. His ginger hair was out of place and his brown eyes were glittering strangely. Many people told him he had beautiful eyes but he thought they were his worst features, because of their resemblance to his father's. He did not think his father bad-looking for his age, but he really did dislike his eyes.
As he walked down the stairs he smiled as he watched Eevee slide down the banister in a blur of ginger-brown fur. Obviously, Eevee would reach the ground floor rather quickly using this method of transportation and it was very practical. He walked into the dining room, a smile still on his face.
"What're you grinning about?" said Isabelle, her mouth full of cauliflower.
"Not with your mouth full, Issy," said Misty, "Hello Mark."
"Hey Mom." He sat down next to his sister, who kicked him in the shin. Eevee growled and Mark kicked her back, less discretely than she had kicked him.
"Mark!" Ash spat furiously.
"She kicked me first," he said.
"I did not you little-" A rather rude word escaped Isabelle's lips.
"Isabelle!" Ash was not amused, "No dessert for either of you. Mark, why do you still seem so.so.pleased?"
"Ah," said Mark, "Dessert makes your teeth rot."
Thanks for reading and again, please R&R. Mark's hatred of his father has not yet been fully explained but that will be revealed, along with many other things.Also, it will be getting darker in the fairly near future so
beware.*muahahaha.*