Join Date: Mar 2010
Sorry for the double post peoples (this thread has been dead the past couple days anyway). First chapter of my Yellow/Crystal/Emerald story is here, not the best and a bit serious at first. Italics is the past, which is yellow. Bold is also the past, but Crystal.
Normal is the present, and Emerald (I'm aware there is no bold in the first chapter.)
A dark figure loomed in the back of the truck, only the outline of his body and whites of is eyes visible in the poor lighting. The boy stood at the opposite end of the half filled truck, his fists clenched and his eyes full of rage and fury.
“We had a deal!” the boy screamed, “You said you’d give me back my memory!”
“Calm down lad, all will be revealed in time” the figure said, as he stood up, still untouched by any light.
The boy wanted to attack him but knew he couldn’t; this man held his memories, he didn’t know what attacking him would do to them.
“Now,” the figure spoke, in a calm voice “I want you to go to Team Magma and Aqua, and just do what I asked, ok? Then until then, you won’t get all of your memories back”
“Mum, mum!” the boy screamed with joy, “Proffesor Oak, he said yes! He said he would give me a Pokemon!”
The boy stormed through the house, his muddy shoes leaving faint prints in the carpet.
The boy searched the bottom floor, his mother no-where to be seen. He ran up stairs and checked the top floor, same result. He went back downstairs, approaching the door he was told to never enter. He banged on the heavy steel door, “Mum!”. No reply.
Nexus woke with a jolt. ‘Was that just a dream or was it a memory?’ he thought to himself, the dream confusing him. He slipped out of bed, his soft, echoing footsteps diligently trailing towards the drawn curtains, the pattern splattered on them out-dating his age by about 8 years.
He drew the curtains, the early morning sunlight pouring into the room, as if a bucket of light had been emptied onto the floor of his bedroom.
He glanced out at the horizon, the small town of Little Root always got a great view in the morning, the faint trees of Petalburg Woods cutting off the bottom half of the sun, making it look like a bright, jagged semi-circle, hanging in the sky.
Nexus peered through the window, scanning the area for any signs of a human presence, after spotting only a half eaten apple he looked around one last time and then proceeded to take his jacket off. Wrapping the jacket around his left hand, his good hand, he started to have second thoughts about going through with it, after all, he was about to steal a Pokemon, something that’s considered unthought of these days.
His tall, lean figured loomed over the three Pokeballs. ‘I think I might just take one and only say there was one, stop myself from getting into even more trouble.’
He picked up the three balls, two in one hand, one in his less fortunate hand; as he tossed them into the air, three bright beams of light shot out, a array of colours confusing his sight and putting him off balance for a second.
As his sight returned, he was puzzled to find not one Pokemon in front of him, he turned around and saw that they we’re on the side of the room behind him either. His eyes furiously scanned the room, checking for anything moving, or out of place, only one. The door was open.
Nexus walked along the soft grass from in front of his house, a chubby yellow mouse resting on his head, eyes closed and impossible to determine whether asleep or not. Nexus was back again, the day after his mum had disappeared, to check if she was back. He nudged the front door with his shoe and to his surprise it slowly creaked open. ‘Someone’s been here’ he though to himself, ‘Or someone still is here..’
“So, do we have a deal?” the figure’s outline the only thing visible in the darkened lounge, the curtains drawn to deliberately block out all sources of light.
“Let me get this straight,” Nexus said, a hint of anger in his voice, “You want me to beat the League? That’s it?”
“Yes, you see, our sources have given us some information that Team Rocket have fully control of the entire Pokemon League system, they control the League and all the Gyms so we want you to take them out”
“But... but why me?” Nexus asked, the main question being lifted off his chest.
“Your parents. Your father, although you did not know him, was a fierce man, he was the original founder of Team Rocket, a great Pokemon trainer too, even if he did use them for all the wrong reasons. And, well, your mother, she wanted some sort comfort that she would be safe from your father’s work incase anything went wrong, she ended up being a Gym Leader in the Hoenn region for 2 years to increase her skills.”
After searching the 5 building village Nexus started walking back to his house, the sun almost fully in the sky, his shadow about the same height as him as he watched it jump from one black blob to another, hopelessly stuck to the ground.
A high pitched shriek made a pain tear through Nexus’s right ear, setting him off balance, but after regaining it he tore off down the lightly dust coated path running through Littleroot.
He spotted a little girl, lying on the ground beside the entrance to the village, her forehead covered in blood and her clothes ripped. ‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this’ Nexus thought to himself, as he cautiously walked past the girl and saw three small figures bent over a body, their eyes full of rage and anger, foam dripping from their mouths.
The first Nexus recognized as Treecko, a sort of gecko, they usually play a part in circuses, their sole-spiked feet allowing them to walk on walls and ceilings, they can even sense future weather patterns with their tails. Even if their cute, green appearence doesn’t look it, they’re once fierce fighter, and by the look of things, this one has serious rabies.
Although he had never seen one in person before, he knew the second was Torchic, pretty much a chicken, but able to breath fire from it’s mouth, but in this case, it was more of a spew than breath; the Torchic was standing away from the other two, spewing out fire onto the ground, speckled with pieces of bone and flesh. They say Torchics actually have a small fire burning inside them, which sources their fire abilities and is why they are so warm to hug.
The third Nexus had never seen before, unless this was the famed Mudkip, controller of all things derp. He had read legends about Mudkip the Demon Slayer and Mudkip the Vanquisher, both creating revolutions; Mudkip the Vanquisher bringing an end to slavery for some time and Mudkip the Demon Slayer, the ultimate fighter, who was said to be able to shoot a blast of water 50 meters into the air and then catch it in his mouth again.
These were the three Pokemon that escaped, and now they were eating a innocent citizen. He needed to do something, and something fast. Nexus tore the backpack off his back, the backpack that had been given to him by Renault, the man from the truck, and the man that had been haunting his childhood since he was 12.
He zipped open the right hand pocket, withdrawing a half red, half white Pokeball, the light from the sun reflecting off the shiny surface.
‘I get to pick one’, Nexus thought to himself, ‘This is going to be my first Pokemon in the Hoenn region, and it’s going to be the third starter I’ve had.’
He threw the ball; and wished.