Prologue

Boring. That's what my life was. Booooring. Let me introduce myself. My name is Brian, I'm 18 years old and I'm a high school senior. Before we get to the real story, let me tell you a few things about myself. I am basically a lonewolf. This is because I hardly had any friends growing up, sure I had several people that would call themselves my 'friends' but I didn't know any of them very well. I don't even see any of them outside of school either. Even so I feel friendship is very important to me, even if it's something I'm lacking.

Despite me being a loner, I really don't act like one. I'm really optimistic and sarcastic…well most of the time. Some people I know tell me If have 'mood swings' or something. I know what they mean, one moment I'm all happy and very talkative to the people around me possibly to the point of being annoying. At other times I'm by myself, quiet and with a serious look on my face. It's like a have two sides to me and honestly even I don't know which is the real me.

Another thing to add is that… I'm weird. But that's okay. I like weird. I have been told that I have… strange tastes. There's something that my classmates have brought up to me on occasion, I don't swear. Why? Because. I. Don't. Want .To. Nuff said.

Now that you've gotten to know me a little, let's get to the story.

I was walking home from school on this fateful day, and as always I take the long way home. I don't do this for exercise. I do it to give me something to do. My life was pretty much the same as any normal teenager, wake up, go to school, do my homework and bed. The. Same. Thing. Every. Day. I'm bored and restless in my life. I don't like normality, it just isn't any fun. I didn't do any after school activities even when people kept trying to tell me I should. I'm pretty alethic even though I don't really do any actual sports. I have a good build so people during gym sometimes ask me to join a sport, most often football. I always turn them down. I'm not a football fan.

Everyday when I get home I always go to my room, lock the door, lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. This is my usual routine, letting my mind wander but I always think of the same thing...what am I going to do with my life. This thought was stronger than it ever has been. It was nearing high school graduation and I had just barely passed my classes, not that I wasn't smart, far from it in fact. I would ace exams with little to no studying whatsoever. Unfortunately I'm very disorganized. I would misplace or lose school work pretty easily. I also have a procrastination problem, I would watch tv instead of doing homework or …I would just forget.

From the time I was a kid to the time I was an adult I've wondered what was I going to do in life. There wasn't anything in particular I wanted to do and even if there was would I be satisfied with it. I learned when I was little that life can be very boring when you don't know what to do with it. People live their lives doing the same thing as everyone else, get up, go to work, go home, and get to bed. Total snoozefest. Me? What I wanted was to live a life of excitement. I'm hoping I'll figure out what that is during my time at college or something.

There are only two things that kept me content. The first was practicing my martial arts. I took a liking to it when I was a kid. Though I never actually took classes. I preferred to self-teach. I'd buy books, watch videos on the internet and sometimes imitate what I'd see on tv. I'm a pretty good fighter if I do say so myself. It taught me discipline and kept me in shape.

The other was video games. One game that I loved above all was Pokémon. I know people think Pokémon is a kid's game and a person my age shouldn't be playing it. I grew up with Pokémon. I loved playing it no matter how old I got. I can't remember if my first Pokémon game was red, blue or yellow. My favorite among the three of those was yellow because you started out with Pikachu and of course, Pikachu is my favorite Pokémon.

Years ago I used to dream of being a real Pokémon trainer,' but seriously who hasn't.' I am not obsessed with Pokémon but I am a big fan. I watched the anime since I was little, 5 to be exact and I have most of the episodes memorized by heart. I started reading the manga later in life and it sure is different from the anime. To me the manga is more similar to the games than the anime.

That night I decided to play Pokémon White 2 on my 3DS, while at the same time watching the very first episode of Pokémon on DVD. Watching and playing Pokémon at the same time puts me in a very Poké mood. My family had decided to go to a restaurant for dinner tonight but I declined. Restaurants don't suit me.

I was playing when I heard it was drizzling outside which at first didn't bother me. That soon changed when it started raining harder by the minute out there, followed by thunder. I got curious so I decided to check outside. I pulled the curtain from the window and saw it was pouring out. The storm seemed to be getting as strong as a hurricane very quickly. You could hear the howling gales blowing across the streets and rain falling like hail but it was the roaring thunder which startled me the most. I was amazed that a storm could start brewing so fast.

Suddenly on my right hand I felt a warm sensation. I raised my hand, only to see my 3DS's top and bottom screens were emitting a mysterious white light. Staring at this light put me in a trace like state. The sound of thunder snapped me out of it. I turned my head around to the window again and was horrified to see a flash of lightning coming in my direction. Everything went blank after that and all I could see at that point was darkness.

To be continued...

That was the prologue everyone. Review and let me know what you think.