The Pokemon Adventure of Dante Merton
By: Chaotic-Swordsman-Brad
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, but Dante and the region he starts off in are both mine (or at least my idea).
Rated: PG-13 for major cussing and sometimes dark (evil and/or depressing) themes or characters
Now on to the fic.
Chapter 1
He was a young man, 14, maybe 15 years old. He was relatively tall for his age, 6 feet at least. With a thin, yet muscular build and jet black spiky hair that covered his eyes at most angles. If you did see his eyes, you usually wished you hadn't. The eerie blood red irises either sucked you in like hypnotism, or scared you to the point of wetting yourself. Multiple of both types of occurrences led his hairstyle to become necessity for him to go in public. Other than his eyes however, he had a rather ordinary face. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt with red stripes down the sleeves, a medallion with some sort of symbol no historian or scholar could figure out for him, hung around his neck. His baggy black pants and boots led people to believe him a Goth, which was not entirely wrong. And his name was Dante.
Dante Merton sat up at a noise in the wind. He was lying on a hill outside of Redroe town when he heard the noise again.
"Aaabbbbbbsolllll"
"What the hell is that noise?" he whispered under his breath. "And where the fuck is it coming from?"
He lay back down and began to dose off. He had been musing on what to do with his life after school, maybe opening a pokemart or something. When he heard the noise yet again. "Aaaabbbssollll"
He pinpointed the direction the sound was coming from. South. He scrambled over the hill just in time to see a Pokemon emerge from the woods. It was sort of cat-like, but as large as a Mightyena. It was white all over except for its tail, toes (paws/claws), and face, two fin-like horns protruded from its head, actually only one was fin-like, the other was little more than a large bump. Its tail had the same sort of blade or fin-like appearance. It was gravely injured and in need of help. It was an Absol.
Dante decided, without thinking, to help it. He ran down the hill and picked up the Absol. It was so weak it didn't even put up a fight. It blacked out on the way to the Pokecenter.
----------------------- 1 hour later. in the Pokecenter.
Dante got up from the bench as Nurse Joy and Chansey came towards him with the Absol behind them, now fully healed.
"Is this your Pokemon?" she asked.
"No," Dante replied, "it was wild. I was the only one around when it appeared."
"You're a lucky trainer than, Absol's are very rare"
"Oh. I'm no trainer. I just found it." Then an idea struck him like a 4-ton brick. Why not become a trainer? It was a popular career and it had no age requirement, it was perfect. "But I'd like to become one."
"OK," Nurse Joy said, "fill out the registration form, and you can get your license"
It took about ten minutes to fill out the form, but he finally handed it to Nurse Joy. She read through it once, she stopped at the part about eye color for a second, but kept reading.
"OK, it will take about twenty minutes to process the paperwork and then we'll need a photo, but then you're an official Pokemon trainer." She said, "You should probably go see Professor Palm down the street, he'll give you some good pointers."
"OK, then I'll go there." Dante replied. He walked out of the Pokecenter and headed down the street towards the Science Center, a whole world of possibilities floating through his head.
END
Author's note: OK, this is the first chapter of my first fic, it's a bit short, Hope you like it. Please R & R with praise and/or constructive criticism, no flaming please.
By: Chaotic-Swordsman-Brad
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, but Dante and the region he starts off in are both mine (or at least my idea).
Rated: PG-13 for major cussing and sometimes dark (evil and/or depressing) themes or characters
Now on to the fic.
Chapter 1
He was a young man, 14, maybe 15 years old. He was relatively tall for his age, 6 feet at least. With a thin, yet muscular build and jet black spiky hair that covered his eyes at most angles. If you did see his eyes, you usually wished you hadn't. The eerie blood red irises either sucked you in like hypnotism, or scared you to the point of wetting yourself. Multiple of both types of occurrences led his hairstyle to become necessity for him to go in public. Other than his eyes however, he had a rather ordinary face. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt with red stripes down the sleeves, a medallion with some sort of symbol no historian or scholar could figure out for him, hung around his neck. His baggy black pants and boots led people to believe him a Goth, which was not entirely wrong. And his name was Dante.
Dante Merton sat up at a noise in the wind. He was lying on a hill outside of Redroe town when he heard the noise again.
"Aaabbbbbbsolllll"
"What the hell is that noise?" he whispered under his breath. "And where the fuck is it coming from?"
He lay back down and began to dose off. He had been musing on what to do with his life after school, maybe opening a pokemart or something. When he heard the noise yet again. "Aaaabbbssollll"
He pinpointed the direction the sound was coming from. South. He scrambled over the hill just in time to see a Pokemon emerge from the woods. It was sort of cat-like, but as large as a Mightyena. It was white all over except for its tail, toes (paws/claws), and face, two fin-like horns protruded from its head, actually only one was fin-like, the other was little more than a large bump. Its tail had the same sort of blade or fin-like appearance. It was gravely injured and in need of help. It was an Absol.
Dante decided, without thinking, to help it. He ran down the hill and picked up the Absol. It was so weak it didn't even put up a fight. It blacked out on the way to the Pokecenter.
----------------------- 1 hour later. in the Pokecenter.
Dante got up from the bench as Nurse Joy and Chansey came towards him with the Absol behind them, now fully healed.
"Is this your Pokemon?" she asked.
"No," Dante replied, "it was wild. I was the only one around when it appeared."
"You're a lucky trainer than, Absol's are very rare"
"Oh. I'm no trainer. I just found it." Then an idea struck him like a 4-ton brick. Why not become a trainer? It was a popular career and it had no age requirement, it was perfect. "But I'd like to become one."
"OK," Nurse Joy said, "fill out the registration form, and you can get your license"
It took about ten minutes to fill out the form, but he finally handed it to Nurse Joy. She read through it once, she stopped at the part about eye color for a second, but kept reading.
"OK, it will take about twenty minutes to process the paperwork and then we'll need a photo, but then you're an official Pokemon trainer." She said, "You should probably go see Professor Palm down the street, he'll give you some good pointers."
"OK, then I'll go there." Dante replied. He walked out of the Pokecenter and headed down the street towards the Science Center, a whole world of possibilities floating through his head.
END
Author's note: OK, this is the first chapter of my first fic, it's a bit short, Hope you like it. Please R & R with praise and/or constructive criticism, no flaming please.