Years have passed since that dreadful day that took Red's father from the living realm. Things have changed drastically. Helen tried to cope with the pain for her son's sake but it was too unbearable for the heartbroken woman. For the first few years, she was devastated, sulking frequently and occasionally gazing off into space. Due to her state of mind, she had to receive therapy which lasted for years before there was any significant improvements to her attitude. Helen still misses her husband but she knows that she has to deal with the fact that he is gone which slightly helped her mood a little.

The same could not be said for Red. For the first couple years, the young boy has shown signs of coping and dealing with the pain of loss and started going back to his old self. However, one day the young juvenile personality mysteriously changed. Red had stopped talking. He became withdrawn and emotionless, almost as if he lost the will to live. At first, the boy would simply attempt ways to commit suicide which were all prevented by the town's Pokemon and some of his friends. He then gave up, deciding on walking around aimlessly as if he is a zombie. The pier would become one of his favorite spots where he spends hours upon hours by the sea, taking care of the Pokemon that appear on the shore bruised and injured. It then became a pastime for him to soothe his nerves and allowing him to make friends with some of the fisherman, which brought a smile to the teen's face. However, it was all short lived as one accident changed everything which made everyone looked at the red-eyed teenager differently. After that, Red was bullied and ostracized by the people which made him spend more time at the pier which was his only place of solace.

Years come by and it is the day that Red is going to receive his Pokemon and make his first step as a trainer. The building were each being slowly marinated by the sun that is peeking from the horizon, alerting people to get up and start their daily activities. One of these people is Blue, the grandson of the renowned and prestigious Professor Samuel Oak and one of the prestigious achievers of Viridian High school. He woke up before his alarm went off, turning it off and getting out of bed to get himself ready for the most important day in his life.

'Today is the day I weave the tale of my origins.' Blue smugly thought, fixing his bed. Dressing himself in a long sleeved purple shirt and dark grey pants along with brown boots, Blue exited the bathroom after fixing up his brown hair. Within minutes, he finished getting ready and going downstairs to see his sister, Daisy who was in the kitchen. She heard the sound from the stairs and smiled at her brother.

"Good morning, Blue. Your breakfast is on the table." She said before turning to clean the cupboard. Blue made his way to the kitchen table, seeing his breakfast which was bacon, eggs and toast. He looked around the living room and the house before going to the table.

"Sup. Gramps left already?" he asked, taking his seat and eating his toast. Daisy nodded as she was humming a tune and she started cleaning wiping the counters. The brunette continued to eat his food before looking at the clock.

'Crap! It's 7:30. I gotta hurry.' He thought, frantically gorging down his food and putting his dishes before sprinting towards the door.

"Blue!" The brunette called, making the spiky haired boy stagnant by the doorframe then looking at his sister with an annoyed and anxious look. She walked to him, hugged him and kiss him on the forehead before telling him, "Be careful out there, little bro. And remember that I always love you."

"I don't need your worry. I'm gonna be the best trainer ever. Just wait and see." Blue scoffed but returned the hug nevertheless before dashing down the street and waving at his sister. It didn't take him long before reaching the huge brick building which was the Pokemon lab. He pushed through the doors and rushed in to see all the aides doing their work, some greeting him. As he made his way to his grandfather office, he saw that there was a blonde girl standing in front of the door, wearing a long sleeved black shirt under a yellow tunic dress along with blue tights and purple boots. After coming closer to the office and the individual, he realized who it is and groaned, annoyed that he wasn't the first one to get to the office.

"Yo, Yellow! Is Gramps here?" He asked, putting his hands at the back of his head.

"No. I haven't seen him since I came here." Yellow answered, her hands behind her back, twiddling her fingers.

"Damn it, Gramps! Where did he go now?" Blue mumbled in frustration before taking a seat and resorting to waiting.

Minutes felt like hours for the two teens who were in a deep conversation until Professor Oak came through the wooden doors of the Pokemon lab, catching their attention. He waved and greeted some of the aides before making it to his office where he spot Blue and Yellow.

"Finally! What took you so long?" Blue said, getting out of his chair and stretching his arms. The grey haired glared at his grandson then cleared his throat and started, "Good morning, young ones."

"Good morning, Professor Oak."

"Gramps! Let's get this started."

Professor Oak glared at his grandson, slapping the back of his head, which earned a groan from Blue and a giggle from Yellow.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. As you both know, I am Professor Oak, a scien-"

"Gramps, we get it. You're important. We're going on a journey. Can we get our starter Pokemon now?" The spikey haired boy interrupted, impatiently tapping his foot on the floors of the lab. Professor Oak raised his fist which made the boy flinch and guard his head. He sighed at the boy's rudeness and impatience before going into his drawer and taking out three Pokeballs and placing it on the table.

"Within these Pokeballs are your future partner that will help you throughout your journey. Choose wisely between the three of them." The professor explained, pressing the button and releasing the Pokemon which are Bulbasaur, a green turtle with a bulb on its back, Charmander, an orange lizard with a fire at the end of its tail, and Squirtle, a blue turtle with a shell on its back.

"Now, which one of you would like to go first?" He asked, glancing at the two teenagers. Blue advanced forward until he was stopped by Yellow who had her hands on her hips, intensely glaring at him.

"What are you doing, Oak?"

"What? I'm gonna go choose my Pokemon."

"You ever heard of 'ladies first'?"

"Who said you were a lady?"

"That is no way to speak to a lady."

"But I am the grandson of the professor."

"I came here first today."

"But-"

The two's bickering were interrupted by Professor Oak loudly clearing his throat. He then glanced at both of them before pointing at Yellow to be the first to pick, which caused the blonde to smirk smugly at Blue, whose eyes were as wide as saucers.

"What?! Why, Gramps?!" the brunette yelled, flailing his arms.

"She has a point, you know. Two points. Ladies first and she arrived here first. Sorry, Blue. You'll have to wait." Professor Oak explained to Blue, which earned a giggle from Yellow. Blue just crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance.

"Let's see… What do I choose?" The blonde wondered, glancing at the three starters at the desk. Her eyes gleamed as she picked up Bulbasaur, who happily nuzzled her cheek. She smiled, taking its Pokeball and put the Grass type on the floor.

"So you choose Bulbasaur? A good choice!" The professor said to Yellow, who nodded and started petting her Pokemon.

"Alright, Blue. It's you-"

Professor Oak stopped, seeing that Blue was nowhere to be found, he then looked around and was surprised to see Blue squatting and fist bumping Charmander with a smirk on his face. The professor face palmed and was about to scold but decided against it as it would be fruitless. The grey haired man rummaged through his computer desk and pulled two devices and handed them to the two teenagers.

"These are the Pokedex, an encyclopedia that allows you to obtain information on Pokemon. It will be a useful guide along your journey. Also, here are some Pokeballs that can help you on your journey." The professor explained, as he gave them each a case with five Pokeballs in it.

"Thanks, Professor!" Yellow happily said, turning to see Blue already out the door. The blonde blinked in surprise and Professor Oak sighed, "Man, that kid is so impatient. If only he would learn to calm down. Anyways, Yellow, have you seen Red? Wasn't he supposed to be with you two?"

The blonde tensed at the mention of the name. They have become slightly distant after the death of Red's father and the little incident that caused Red's tribute to silence didn't make it any better. Yellow tried her best to rekindle the relationship but with Blue becoming popular, it was very difficult. Afterwards, a terrible incident happened that cause the blonde to have no forgiveness for the red eyed boy. Their friendship was broken as she never associated herself with Red ever since.

'I will never forgive him.' She thought angrily as she clenched her fists. She then exhaled to calm herself before looking at Professor Oak.

"No, Professor Oak. I haven't seen him at all."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"If you meet up with him. Tell him to come and get his starter."

"…I'll try." Yellow said without emotion, before walking through the front doors of the lab. Professor Oak looked at them and then sighed and look at Squirtle, who was sleeping on the table.

"So many things have changed for the worst since Jack's death, that boy will never be the same again. Then there were those series of events. Oh boy. This journey could either be a way for the boy to find solace or get his revenge." The man rubbed the turtle Pokemon's head before putting it back in its ball.

"I hope it's not the latter." He concluded before going in his office to resume his work.

Everything was pitch black. Nothing could shed a drop of light into the dark room. Within this realm of shadows, stood a human who was frantically searching for an exit. He called. He shouted. He yelled. However, there was no answer. His dark red eyes was the only form of light that was in the void, albeit a little. He continued venturing, looking for any form of exit but to no avail. He then heard a voice.

'It's your fault.'

The voice came again but was louder this time.

'It's your fault.'

Before he knew it, voices started talking and yelling at him at different frequencies.

'Get away, demon.'

'Why must you be such a monster?'

'Those eyes should've been the first sign.'

'Damned creature.'

The voices got louder until they enveloped the area. The boy held his ears, trying his best to block any form of sound that reached him but it was a futile effort. The sounds still remained, the voices still insulted and ridiculed him and he was fighting back tears.

'Why did I have to give birth to you?'

The teen didn't realize he was crying until he felt teardrops tracing down his cheeks. He dropped to the ground, slowly curling himself into a ball and cried. Silent sobs were heard as the voices that haunt him got louder. Until one voice said something that broke him completely.

'Why couldn't it have been you that died?'

Red woke up in a cold sweat, heaving and his heart racing before he tried his best to catch his breath. He got out of bed, wiping the tears off his face and stretched his arms, immediately exercising. When he finished, he glanced into the mirror at his disheveled look due of that nightmare.

'No. I need to remember that today is a big day. I finally get to do it.' He thought as he shook his head and went to take his shower. Within minutes, he was ready, wearing a red open jacket, a black undershirt, blue jeans and red and white sneakers. He then took up his red and white hat and placed it on his head, and donning two black wristbands before throwing his bag over his shoulder. As he exited the room, he took one last look at it, he traced everything: the Snorlax plushie his mother got him, his Wii console and various other childhood items. He then looked at his necklace in his pocket that he was given at his 9th birthday by his father, rubbing his thumb over the gem. He then placed it around his neck and hid it in his undershirt before giving the room one more look over.

'This might be the last time I see this room.' Red thought, having a sad expression on his face.

The teen then closed his bedroom door slowly before making it to the stairs. He walked down the steps, seeing his mom by the table when he reached halfway. She was looking at pictures of his father and her that seems to have been taken before Red's birth. Red continued down the steps as he made his way past the kitchen, seeing that no breakfast was made for him, which earned a tired sigh from the black haired teen. He went up to his mother, who was not aware of his presence, and put his hand on her shoulder.

"All kids have to go out on a journey sometimes. It said so on TV." She said, shrugging his hand off and not turning around to look at him. Red was not entirely surprised but he backed away, he expecting this action from his mother. For the last few years, she wanted to get rid of him by any means necessary and now was that chance. He sighed once more, regaining his composure and was about to say something before she interrupted him again.

"Make sure you pack your things. Go on. You don't want to be late, do you?"

"…"

"You don't want to be later than you already are, right?!"

"…!"

"Get…out."

"…M-"

"GET OUT!"

Red sighed in defeat, making his way to the door before turning around one last time to look at his mother, who still hasn't moved from her spot or look at him once since he arrived. The teen took out a pen and paper, writing a note before placing it on the table and then walked out the front door, making his way to the lab. After the door was closed, the woman clumsily made her way to the kitchen before spotting the note. She opened it and started reading.

Dear Mom,

I am sorry for causing you so much pain, especially after Dad died. I hope you will be happy knowing that I won't be here anymore. I just want you to know that I will always love you, Mom. No matter how much you hate me.

Red.

The lady uncaringly rip the note to shreds before throwing it in the trash can. After she did that, she went on to clean the kitchen.

As Red was making his way to the lab, he wondered about which starter that he will get. He never got a chance to think about it before, distracted by the drama in his life. Glancing at his watch, his eyes widened as he saw the time.

'Damn it! I'm late.' He thought before sprinting towards the brick building. Within less than a minute, he pushed open the wooden and briskly went to the Professor's office, earning a few glares from the aides on his way there. The red capped teen entered the office to find the man he is looking for, reading a bunch of papers behind his desks. Red loudly cleared his throat to get the elder man's attention, which succeeded. Professor Oak looked up from his papers and smiled, making his way to Red, who tipped his hat as a greeting. As the teen started feeling anxiety and excitement through every muscle in his body, he failed to see the somber look in the elderly man eyes and his slightly saddened expression.

"Red, my boy. Good to see you." The man came up and shook the teen's hand.

"I'm guessing you're here for a Pokemon to go on a journey with, huh?" Professor Oak asked while frowning, which Red nodded as a response. The elder man sighed which made Red raise an eyebrow.

'What happened?' the boy thought as he tilted his head. He then realized Professor Oak had his hands on his shoulder, closing his eyes in concentration. After a moment of thinking, the grey haired man opened his mouth, "Red, I apologize but we are out of starter Pokemon that we can give to trainers." However, Red was hardly unfazed by this, just give him a Pokeball and he can get a partner in the wild. Problem solved. Professor Oak sighed again, taking his hands off the boy's shoulders, turned and went to ruffling his own grey hair before speaking to the red eyed teen again.

"I just made a slight blunder with the amount of trainers coming today. Before I realized it, we are out of starter Pokemon and the traditional Eevee we would give. We are also out of Pokeball and the Pokedex as well." The man stated, feeling guilt and self-disappointment as he studied the look that came across the teen's face. Red heart fell and he had a look of devastation etched to his face.

"It is until couple months after that we will be able to get a Pokedex and Pokeball and restock. I am sorry, Red but you're going to have to wait a few months afterwards before you can go on a journey." Oak explained however, Red blocked him out, barely able to process what is going on. He cannot go back home, his mother technically kicked him out and now he has nowhere to go. It's not like anyone in Pallet town would want to help him anyways, they only saw him as a monster and a menace.

Red sadly nodded before going out the wooden doors. As he stepped out, he realized that there was a downpour outside as if the weather resonated his emotions. He made his way through the rain, thinking over the course of events that happened throughout the day. He then started to replay the events in his life up to this point, thinking of an explanation to his misfortune. Sadly, nothing came up and he slumped against a wall. As he started to walk again, the red eyed boy suddenly remembered what the professor said, finally realizing the weight of the situation. As he wanders throughout the city in the strong downpour, one question invades his mind.

'Where am I going to go now?'

A/N: Greetings everyone. Sorry for taking so long with the first chapter and I hope you guys will like it. Also, I am grateful for the people who made the reviews for my story. Thank you.

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Alright, hope you guys enjoy. Enigma out.