Okay. Some of you may have read my other Pokemon story, soon to be a book. This is what started it. There are almost as many chapters written here as there are in my book but it just ends. I just quit. Most likely in favor of the early stages of the book. Anyway, here is my very first attempt at a Pokemon story which dates back to 1999-early 2000. Enjoy. And if you want to find out about the new Pokemon I made up and get a sneak peek at the next chapter, go to to see some of my earliest work on this stuff.
Quickstrike
Kenny the Pokemon Trainer!
Late one night in Palett Town, fourteen year old Kenneth Williams was watching a Pokemon match on TV, dreaming of becoming a Pokemon Master. In the morning he would go down to Proffesor Oak's mansion to tet his first Pokemon. He was watching a battle between a Gengar and an Onix when his Dad came in and said to turn off the TV.
"Do I have to Dad?" he complained.
"Yes Kenny, now go to sleep." His dad said. "You're usually in bed a long time ago. Now get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."
"Alright. But don't expect me to be here instead of at Professor Oak's when you wake up!" said Kenny as he got into bed.
He thought he heard his dad say something else but he was already gone. He dreamed that he was going to get there first and get the best one, but then he remembered about Gary Oak, Professror Oak's bratty grandson. He didn't really care what he got as long as he got something. He was beginning to decide what to pick when his alarm went off. He woke up with a start and got his bag and shoes and ran out the front door as quietly as possible.
He had just reached the laboratory when Gary came streaking around the other corner. Surprised, they both sped up to get there first, Kenny made it just before Gary and ran up the walkway to the door.
Professor Oak greeted them both inside and showed Kenny around while they waited for the other trainers.
"And this is my jungle room, where I keep all of the Pokemon that I've captured." Explained Professor Oak.
Suddenly, they heard a Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring! Phone call! Phone call! Professor Oak reached into a slot in the wall and pressed a button. A big screen turned on behind them. Gary was on it.
"Hey Gramps! The other people are here and they're starting to complain! Come on!" he said.
"Alright, I'll be right there," said Professor Oak. "We'd better hurry."
When they got back, the room was full of relatives of the four trainers that had come to cheer them on.
"Alright everyone, settle down," yelled Professor Oak over the noise." Ok Kenny, since you got here first, you may choose first."
"Hey!" cried Gary. "I got here first!"
"Calm down, you'll get your turn." Professor Oak scolded.
Gary was still grumbling as the four pokéballs came up in the center of the table.
"Let's see," said Kenny. "I want to go easy but... Alright, I got it! I choose Squirtle!"
He picked up the pokéball and put it on his belt.
"Alright Kenny, here are your extra pokéballs and your pokédex. I've already preprogrammed one for each of you." Said Professor Oak.
"Ok, step aside people, I choose Charmander the most powerful of them all!" said Gary.
He grabbed his pokéballs and pokédex and went out the door. Kenny thanked Professor Oak and left to show his dad the Pokemon he got. He was thinking of where to go first when he saw Gary pop up in the road ahead of him.
"Hey, loser!" he said. "I challenge you to a Pokemon match!"
"Fine with me Hairy Oak." Said Kenny.
That seemed to make him mad enough that he could have shot steam out his ears.
"You little freak! You're mine! Charmander destroy him!" shouted Gary.
"Squirtle! Cool him off!" yelled Kenny.
Both Pokemon popped out of their balls and took up defensive positions. By now a small crowd had gathered to watch the new trainers battle.
"Squirtle Bubble attack, now!" said Kenny.
Squirtle blew a stream of bubbles at Charmander knocking it back into Gary. Gary set it upright and it moved forward a little. "Charmander, Scratch that stupid Pokemon!" screamed Gary.
"Squirtle, counterattack!" said Kenny.
Both Pokemon met in midair and went to the ground dazed. Squirtle finally managed to get up very slowly. But Charmander had taken Squirtle's shell to his head and had fainted.
"All right! I won my first match!" yelled Kenny jumping up and down. "Good job Squirtle!"
"That's not fair! You cheated!" Gary whined.
"You're such a sore loser Gary!" said Kenny. "I won fair and square."
Gary brought back his Charmander and stalked off cursing his bad luck.
"What a jerk." Whispered Kenny.
He picked up his bag, returned Squirtle, and started back home.
He was almost there when his dad came running up and lifted him off the ground in a big hug.
"How has your morning been so far?" his dad asked.
"Oh, it's been awesome dad! I got a Squirtle and my pokédex and I beat Gary in a battle!" said Kenny excitedly.
"Yes I heard about that from Professor Oak. He called to congratulate you on you first victory." Said his dad.
He hesitated looking at Kenny's face before saying. "I'm very proud of you Kenny. I know that your mother would have been too. She knew you would be good at this."
His dad left him to go into the house and Kenny sat on his favorite rock wondering what was wrong.
After five minutes his dad came out of the house with a big bag that his mother had put old memories in. He dug around in it for awhile and then pulled out a clear pokéball and several light green and white pokéballs.
"These were your mother's ultra balls and her master ball. The master ball contains the first pokémon she ever caught. She wanted you to have them when you were 10." Said his dad.
He handed the pokéballs to Kenny then gave him his little laptop.
"I want you to have this while you're on your journey so you can contact me whenever you can. Now I want you to call me as soon as you reach Viridian city alright?" his dad asked.
"Ok dad. I'll call you as soon as I see the City." Kenny agreed. "Thanks dad. I'll see you later."
He went into the garage and got his bike. He walked it to the end of the street with tears in his eyes and then got on and rode away.