What has gone before... Patrick is a fourteen year old boy who is about to
set out on a Pokemon journey unique in its own right from his newly adopted
home of Pallet.
Patrick and his friends packed up camp and headed to Pewter city. On the way, Angel captured a Buterfree and Ryan captured a Beedrill. Other than that, all was uneventful until they arrived in Pewter city.
It was midday when they arrived. The gray haze that sat over the city was present as always. The Pokemon center, next to the gym, was the group's first stop. About three blocks from the Pokemon center, Patrick noticed a man following them. "We need to split up. There is someone following us. Meet at the Pokemon center in an hour." Patrick said quietly.
And Now...
Chapter 7: The Blackness of the Dawn
"The Pokemon center is unusually vacant this morning," Patrick thought after getting up from the bed in the back of the center. Patrick was awake before his companions, as he was normally. He shivered at the thought of the dream he had had the previous morning and the encounter with the man in the street. The mans words of warning from the dream drifted back to him... "It's not safe in Pewter..."
He couldn't worry his mother or the professor, so who could he tell about his encounter? "Ash..." he whispered to himself. Ash had been around all over the continent. If trainers were being targeted, he would know. "I'll have to call the professor to ask for Ash's number."
"Who?" said a very groggy Angel. Patrick smiled. Angel was defiantly not a morning person. Her hair was all over her head and she still looked halve asleep.
"Don't worry about it, Angel. It's still early, you should go back to sleep," said Patrick.
Angel smiled. "What, and miss breakfast?" she said and threw her pillow at him.
"It's only five o'clock," said Patrick as he threw the pillow back in her face. "Now go back to sleep."
"If your getting up, then I'm getting up too," said Angel in a stubborn voice.
Patrick thought for a minute. It really was not necessary for Angel to get up, and he could do some research if she went back to sleep. "Anything I say will probably end up in her getting mad at me. What's a guy to do?" he thought. Angel just sat there with her arms crossed, looking rather... well, cute. "That's it!" he thought. "If I make her angry with me, she won't want to get up and follow me around." He smiled. "You're so cute when you're angry." He said.
"You little..." she said, trailing off as she threw everything she could find at him. When the objects stopped flying, Angel laughed.
"She took it as a joke," Patrick thought, "That's a good thing. And she didn't throw anything hard at me."
"I'll clean this up," Angel said, still giggling. "I can tell you have something important to do."
"Well then why on Earth..." Patrick started, but angel cut him off.
"Because I wanted a chance to see how you responded under pressure."
"Well then, if that's the case, did I pass?" Patrick asked in a playful tone, throwing a pillow at Angel.
"Get going before I start throwing Pokeballs at you," Angel warned in a mock serious voice.
"Okay, okay. You win. I'll leave," replied Patrick.
Patrick went to the computer terminal in the lobby to look and see if Ash had a listed cell phone. He didn't of course. "It can't ever be simple when it's important, can it?" Patrick asked himself. "Wait," He said aloud, "Mom knows Mrs. Ketchum. She can get Ash's phone number for me." He checked his watch. "Mom should be awake by now." He walked over to the green videophone and punched his moms' number in.
"Ring-ring-ring...Phone call!" the phone rang in that obnoxious tone. "One of these days I'm going to have to get that boy of mine to change that ring," mumbled Emily as she walked towards the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, mom. How are things?"
"Pretty good Patrick. What's up that you called me this early?"
"Do you have Ash Ketchum's cell phone number, By chance?"
"I do. Why?"
"It's a long story, but I need to speak to Ash."
Emily gave her son the phone number Delia had given her about a week ago. She hung up the phone and sat down. "When did he get so secretive?" She asked herself.
Ash Ketchum was a trainer of great promise. From the day he had set out on his journey, life had tested him. At every corner, darkness tried to consume him. So here he was, alone on a deserted island in the Orange island archipelago, straightening his life out. In the past year, he had become afraid of himself. That he would end up like Giovanni, leader of the criminal organization Team Rocket. He had left Misty and Brock, virtually dropping out of existence. Pikachu was Ash's only companion.
"Well, Pikachu, are you ready for another day of training?" asked Ash.
Before the Pokemon could answer, Ash's phone rang.
"That must be mom calling. I wonder what's up?" Ash asked himself. He flipped open the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Ash?"
Ash, worried something might have happened in Pallet, could barely speak. "How did you get this number?" he asked.
"My mother is a friend of yours. I needed to speak to you. I know that you have quite a reputation in the Pokemon world, and I need some information." Patrick went on to tell Ash what had happened in the city the night before.
"How soon can you be here?" was all Ash said when the younger trainer had briefed him.
"Within the day." Patrick responded, censing the urgency in Ash's voice. "I have to arrange a safe place for my friends."
"Don't worry about them; I'll have someone from the league take care of their safety."
"I'm on my way, then."
Patrick and his friends packed up camp and headed to Pewter city. On the way, Angel captured a Buterfree and Ryan captured a Beedrill. Other than that, all was uneventful until they arrived in Pewter city.
It was midday when they arrived. The gray haze that sat over the city was present as always. The Pokemon center, next to the gym, was the group's first stop. About three blocks from the Pokemon center, Patrick noticed a man following them. "We need to split up. There is someone following us. Meet at the Pokemon center in an hour." Patrick said quietly.
And Now...
Chapter 7: The Blackness of the Dawn
"The Pokemon center is unusually vacant this morning," Patrick thought after getting up from the bed in the back of the center. Patrick was awake before his companions, as he was normally. He shivered at the thought of the dream he had had the previous morning and the encounter with the man in the street. The mans words of warning from the dream drifted back to him... "It's not safe in Pewter..."
He couldn't worry his mother or the professor, so who could he tell about his encounter? "Ash..." he whispered to himself. Ash had been around all over the continent. If trainers were being targeted, he would know. "I'll have to call the professor to ask for Ash's number."
"Who?" said a very groggy Angel. Patrick smiled. Angel was defiantly not a morning person. Her hair was all over her head and she still looked halve asleep.
"Don't worry about it, Angel. It's still early, you should go back to sleep," said Patrick.
Angel smiled. "What, and miss breakfast?" she said and threw her pillow at him.
"It's only five o'clock," said Patrick as he threw the pillow back in her face. "Now go back to sleep."
"If your getting up, then I'm getting up too," said Angel in a stubborn voice.
Patrick thought for a minute. It really was not necessary for Angel to get up, and he could do some research if she went back to sleep. "Anything I say will probably end up in her getting mad at me. What's a guy to do?" he thought. Angel just sat there with her arms crossed, looking rather... well, cute. "That's it!" he thought. "If I make her angry with me, she won't want to get up and follow me around." He smiled. "You're so cute when you're angry." He said.
"You little..." she said, trailing off as she threw everything she could find at him. When the objects stopped flying, Angel laughed.
"She took it as a joke," Patrick thought, "That's a good thing. And she didn't throw anything hard at me."
"I'll clean this up," Angel said, still giggling. "I can tell you have something important to do."
"Well then why on Earth..." Patrick started, but angel cut him off.
"Because I wanted a chance to see how you responded under pressure."
"Well then, if that's the case, did I pass?" Patrick asked in a playful tone, throwing a pillow at Angel.
"Get going before I start throwing Pokeballs at you," Angel warned in a mock serious voice.
"Okay, okay. You win. I'll leave," replied Patrick.
Patrick went to the computer terminal in the lobby to look and see if Ash had a listed cell phone. He didn't of course. "It can't ever be simple when it's important, can it?" Patrick asked himself. "Wait," He said aloud, "Mom knows Mrs. Ketchum. She can get Ash's phone number for me." He checked his watch. "Mom should be awake by now." He walked over to the green videophone and punched his moms' number in.
"Ring-ring-ring...Phone call!" the phone rang in that obnoxious tone. "One of these days I'm going to have to get that boy of mine to change that ring," mumbled Emily as she walked towards the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, mom. How are things?"
"Pretty good Patrick. What's up that you called me this early?"
"Do you have Ash Ketchum's cell phone number, By chance?"
"I do. Why?"
"It's a long story, but I need to speak to Ash."
Emily gave her son the phone number Delia had given her about a week ago. She hung up the phone and sat down. "When did he get so secretive?" She asked herself.
Ash Ketchum was a trainer of great promise. From the day he had set out on his journey, life had tested him. At every corner, darkness tried to consume him. So here he was, alone on a deserted island in the Orange island archipelago, straightening his life out. In the past year, he had become afraid of himself. That he would end up like Giovanni, leader of the criminal organization Team Rocket. He had left Misty and Brock, virtually dropping out of existence. Pikachu was Ash's only companion.
"Well, Pikachu, are you ready for another day of training?" asked Ash.
Before the Pokemon could answer, Ash's phone rang.
"That must be mom calling. I wonder what's up?" Ash asked himself. He flipped open the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Ash?"
Ash, worried something might have happened in Pallet, could barely speak. "How did you get this number?" he asked.
"My mother is a friend of yours. I needed to speak to you. I know that you have quite a reputation in the Pokemon world, and I need some information." Patrick went on to tell Ash what had happened in the city the night before.
"How soon can you be here?" was all Ash said when the younger trainer had briefed him.
"Within the day." Patrick responded, censing the urgency in Ash's voice. "I have to arrange a safe place for my friends."
"Don't worry about them; I'll have someone from the league take care of their safety."
"I'm on my way, then."