Hi guys, this is a story about what happens after a young boy, Oscar, is killed (for reasons I will not go into yet) by pokemon while trying to save his own pokemon. Jack, Oscars older brother, is thrown into a world of cataclysm as the Hoenn League disbands, and law and order collapse.
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P.S. Again, this is a fairly short chapter, but the two first chapters are sort of the intro, so I will deepen the storyline a bit as it goes along, and there will be much longer chapters.
Chapter 2
"And now, ladies and gentlemen of Hoenn," The radio crackled, "I regret to inform you that, one hour ago, the Cabinet decreed that the Pokemon League of the Region of Hoenn should cease to exist. This is Hoenn League Radio, for the final time. Goodnight."
Jack's head sunk in his hands, and the room was quiet. Through the ajar door to the lab, the glow of hundreds of pokéballs shone as they vanished, transported to Ever Grande. Anger could be seen plainly on the normally calm and resolute face of Max Birch, sitting at the table with his fists clenched.
"At least the custom balls are safe," Birch murmured. "The League may be gone but we still have our pokémon."
Jack, Birch, and the three other trainers of Littleroot sat around the table, their pokéballs close at hand.
Tears rolled gently down Rose Birch's face. She was the daughter of Max, and the youngest trainer there by a year. "I never got to compete..." The eleven-year-old girl sobbed.
Dale looked at her, apparently incredulous. He made to speak, but Dena, his twin sister, shook her head. Rose had not yet grasped the magnitude of the situation. Without the league, the government would fall apart, the cabinet would slowly lose their power whilst trying to procure a new police force from scratch – the old one was tied to the league, and was brought down with it.
The door crashed open, and one of Birch's assistants hurried in;
"Professor!" He gasped, sucking in air, "A man from the army just arrived at the police station! He threw Jenny out, and now he's going around all the houses. He says it's just a routine search, but he shot Old Jasper dead, just like that, for not letting him in..." The assistant's voice tapered off into heavy breathing, as the five around the table sat, shocked.
Jack thought quickly – Jasper controlled Littleroot's herd of Donphan and Phanpy, without him, they could go out of control. They were never captured either, but relied on to stay together on instinct. Now the army had killed Jasper, somebody could get seriously hurt when the herd figured it out. But the army were involved the second the League dissipated. The government must have anticipated trouble, and the men would be well armed.
"Quick!" Said Birch, "Take all the balls down to the cellar, we can hide them at the back."
Jack nodded and gathered up his own pokéballs, putting them into his rucksack. He ran across the hallway into the lab, and quickly emptied the shelves of their pokéballs, cramming them into the bag. Dale and Dena were doing the same, whilst Rose looked panicked, not knowing what to do.
Birch hauled open a heavy iron door: "Down here!" He said,holding it wide open for them to pass, "There are some empty crates in the far corner, behind the ones marked electron microscope. Hide them in there, and be quick about it."
The three older trainers emptied the balls into the crates and went back for more. Rose carefully placed her five pokéballs, still in a small felted pouch, in a corner of the crate, and ran to fetch her pokédex.
Dale was starting to panic, they had been at it for ten minutes and not even half of the pokéballs were in the crate. A knock came on the door. Everybody stopped in their tracks and looked towards the doorway. The knock came again.
"Keep going!" Birch whispered, and walked to the door, closing and locking the lab behind him. The four young trainers moved as quickly as they dared, carrying as many pokéballs as they could possibly handle at a time. Dale heard Birch unlatch and open the door, slowly and calmly.
"Good evening sirs, how may I help you?"
"We're here to search your residence, professor."
"For what, may I ask?" The professor was feigning indignation, Jack surmised.
"What else but Pokémon?"
"I think you'll find that I am perfectly entitled to have pokémon in my possession, as a researcher in that field, and those registered to other trainers have already been remotely transferred to the League."
"Don't play smart with us, professor. We're looking for pokémon that have been taken out of their pokéballs. They don't transfer, as I'm sure you well know."
"Well, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. There are no loose pokémon running around my house – or laboratory, for that matter."
"Well, then, you won't mind if we take a look, will you?"
The balls were mostly all in their crates, only a few remained. Dale tossed them into his rucksack and threw the bag down to Jack, who dropped it into the final crate and hauled the lid closed. He clipped the latches over the top and ran to close the cellar door.
A bang sounded on the locked door to the lab, and Birch could be heard stalling the men: "I'll just go and get the keys. No, there's no point in using that, the door is steel, and the structure around it is reinforced concrete, you'll never break it down. No, not even with a ram, It's designed to keep people out. My equipment is really very valuable,you know."
By now, the children were climbing out of the unlocked window of the lab, Dale first, then Rose, passed through by Dena, who quickly followed. Jack scampered up onto the ledge, and squeezed through the gap, closing the window behind him and leaping down onto the bank.
The children sidled around the building to get a view from the more concealed window at the side of the lab.
"You see?" Birch said triumphantly, "Nobody in here. I told you it was just the computer making those sounds, it sometimes gets a bit overheated."
The men looked disappointed, and proceeded to search the laboratory. Dale became worried when one of the three entered the cellar, but the man just looked at the crates piled high, and decided that all was well.
"Are you satisfied, Colonel?" Birch said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I wouldn't want to keep you and your men any longer."
The Colonel was a tall man, broad shouldered and straight-backed. He sneered at Birch, "You can shut the fuck up, old man, before I make you. And you just remember that Colonel Banks is watching you." He drew his gaze from the defiant professor and spoke to his men, "Sutcliff! Cooper! Let's go."
Birch sat down heavily when he heard the door click shut, and he shook with trepidation. Dale lowered himself from the window ledge, and looked at his friends and his sister. The day Professor Max Birch lost face, even when he thought he was alone, was a day of cataclysm.