CHAPTER ONE: Mountain Crash
He came from a long line of masters, PokéMasters, which harness the power of the aliens, AKA PocketMonsters, or Pokémon. Only if anyone knew his secret. The dark one. The one that will revolutionize the world.
Never once did his ancestry adopt a last name, even if it's fake. He might even be the one to finally do that in order to lead a normal life. Why should he have the right to do that? Why? Because he is more skilled all-around, than his forefathers.
He was with his friends, the ones who knew the dark secret and respected it. They were on a train headed for another district. But something went wrong, terribly wrong, the one who interfered was legendary; the one who was with him was legendary.
Red traveled along the mountain until he came upon debris, debris from the train. There he saw many dead, one of them was his friend, what he didn't know is that this friend, is really an enemy.
The other friend was waving and yelling at Red thinking he was help. Red answered but could not speak. Perhaps he lost his voice? Maybe it is the cold. Red walked to him, and found the strength to make his voice break the layer of ice that seemed to be blocking his throat, to say three words: "Come with me." His friend did as instructed, since Red knew his way around. There is, however, one problem: he didn't know this guy. He felt like his memory is on the verge of being lost forever, yet he held onto it. His mind was his only way out of this mess.
The guy knew him, and didn't know Red gave him the characteristic of being a stranger. He was regaining his voice, so he spoke: "What is your name?" he asked the boy. "Umm, we're best friends. I'm Justin. I'm seventeen and you're sixteen and a half. Train must of messed you up, man." Red kept walking as if he never said anything, all the while contemplating what force caused partial amnesia.
Finally, after a few hours, they had found a way down the mountain to the nearest city. This way lead to Azalea Town, home to a master Red already defeated. Actually, Red has one every tournament, battle, and test he's been in, with one exception. The legendary one tied in a battle, meaning Red is almost strong enough. "That's why he did that," he accidentally said out loud. "Who?" Justin replied slightly confused. "The legendary one, didn't you see it? It happened AND he was there," Red explained.
"But he could be arrested for that!" "Duh, Justin. But do ya really think he cares? Police are no match for him. He could walk into a police station and stay for hours and come back out with them on his side." "Yeah... but...," he started. "There it is, right down the side." Of course Red went a different way down, by rolling.
"Thi-is is fa-ster," he said calm and loudly to Justin, who was trudging down the mountainside. "I THINK I'LL WALK!" he yelled to the ever faster moving Red.
Why didn't he die like the others? Or die the painful death like his predecessors? He thought it was because he has not lived long enough, maybe it's not that though.
"Hey...ummm...Justin!" Red yelled. "Yeah?" He returned. Boom! Red had reached the bottom with a thud, with Justin following suit. "What are these spheres?" Red pulled out a PokéBall. "Dude! They're PokéBalls!" Red looked at Justin as if for an explanation. "They catch Pokémon, the guy who crashed the train uses them, I use them, most importantly, you do too." He clicked the button on the front of a sphere... nothing. A weird noise suddenly emitted from the ball and... there was a flash of light... then it was there.