AUTHOR’S NOTES

This is introducing the main character: Mitchel Wilder

Author: BluerummyCj

Chapter: 1 part 1

Email: MitchelWilkinson@hotmail.com

Category: Other Trainers

Mitchel Wilder sighed loudly as he stared into the cloudless sky. He was laying on top of the moving truck Him and his sister, Sweet Wilder, have been moving from house to house latterly every other month or so. She said this would be the last time but he didn’t believe her, they have just moved to Hoenn and now moving to Nyori. His long, black, thin hair whipped out from under his gold and black cap in front of his dark eyes. Sitting up Mitchel notice they had entered a small city and saw a sign sawing Birth Town. People stopped to look at the dark skinned boy sitting on top of the truck but he didn’t care, he gave everyone annoyed looked

“Great…” He muttered under his breath as the moving truck slowed to a stop, removing his cap Mitchel wiped under sweat from his dark skin with his cotton waist band he wears on his left a wrist. Jumping from the top of the truck the passenger door opened and a girl stepped out and gave Mitchel a beaming smile.

She had long brown hair with green eyes. She had a shapely body and was wearing a pink and white dress and had a basket behind her. Her face was pale but soft and her body was built frail because when she was younger she was terribly ill. Her nose was up bent slightly. They look nothing alike and there is a reason for that: Mitchel was adopted. He never knew is parents because he was orphaned as a baby and the Wilders adopted him out of pity, he was raised in a normal baby life until his step parents turned sour and began to silent his cries with beatings, so is sister stole him away more then their parents liked so they began to beat her too. So the moment that Sweet turned 18 she took Mitchel and ran from that house, their grandparents sheltered them for long while before they began their moving spree. Sweet smiled at Mitchel and he pouted a little.

“Mitchel, want to help the Machoke with moving?” Mitchel gave her an ‘are you serious look.’ He fixed his white backpack and adjusted his red vest before answer.

“No, not really.” Mitchel was going to regret saying that because in the next moments he had swelling a red bump on his head as Sweet held him up by his collar with a single fist shaking. She was smiling still but a large red vain appeared and pulsed on her head. Mitchel recoiled and held out his hands. “OK-OK, I’ll help!” Mitchel said franticly, Sweet smiled as Mitchel pulled up the back of the truck and for the next two hours Mitchel was helping move.

Mitchel had the last two boxes in his hands as he walked back to his house something caught his eye, looking up he saw something shoot across the sky, form what he could make out it had two wings and was green and blue. But that was all he saw before shaking his head and continue to work. The door eased open as Mitchel pushed agents it and found his house filled with boxes and furniture, Sweet and Mrs. Wilson (the mover) where watching the Machoke working moving things around and placing boxes here and there. Mitchel scowled as he walked into the house placing the box on the side of the table. Sweet turned and looked at him with a beaming smile on her face, Mitchel forced a smile back as he took of his backpack and leaned it agents the table, he gave the Machoke a annoyed look but none seemed to notice as they continued working.

“Last of the boxes Mitchel?” Sweet asked and He nodded, he smiled again so Mitchel forced a smile, Mr. Wilson turned to look at the two and he laughed under his large red mustache.

“GWHAHAHAHA! Let’s give the boy sometime to explore the new town.” Mrs. Wilson had red hair that stood up and had a large bald spot that blinded Mitchel if he looked over at it. He wears glasses that cover his blue eyes and stood on the end of his hooked nose. He had tan skin that was covered with a brown suit with the sleeves torn off. He wore nice Oxford shoes that where covered with baggy brown pants. Mitchel cringed but held his fake smile, Mrs. Wilson’s breath smelled strong of booze even thou he was sober right now. Sweet looked back over at Mrs. Wilson and the famous red vain speared on her head.

“Yes, Mitchel go explore Birth Town, we’ll finish up here.” Mitchel looked shocked and gave Sweet and strange look as the vain disappeared, Mitchel’s mouth hung open a little but he just shrugged and walked out of the house into the strange but yet oddly comfortable city called Birth Town. Hidden behind a hill close to Mitchel’s house was a large laboratory. Raising a single eyebrow Mitchel shrugged and began to walk up the stone path, looking back he saw lots of people gathered around his house, many had small Pokemon, everyone had treats like cup-cakes, pies, and even cereal. Mitchel just shrugged and he walked further up the hill, it was none of his business what people brought to his house as long as it wasn’t a bomb or guns or something like that. Reaching the building it was much bigger then he thought a another hill reached off to is right that had a fence on it, Mitchel let his mind take curiosity take over and he crawled up the hill reaching the fence in only about a few minutes he stood atop the hill that over looked Birth Town.

It was amazing, Mitchel could see every building, every person, and every Pokemon that lived in Birth Town. Mitchel placed his hand on a giant fan that rose out of the fence. His dark eyes sparkled in amazement as the wind blew passed him, a cry of joy made Mitchel turn around and look over the fence. A man in a white jacket was feeding a Subomi and a Minomucchi, he stood up and Mitchel saw that the man looked to be about in his mid to late fifties. He had sparkling blue eyes and a short beard , mustache mix .Under his white jacket that had his name on it he was wearing a light brown shirt a blue trousers. He stood about five seven and had a bag slung over his shoulder. He wore black Oxford shoes that gave him a professional air. His sleeves where rolled up to the elbow and his bare arms are filled with lean muscle. The man’s attention was to the grass and bug Pokemon he was feeding that he didn’t notice Mitchel hop the fence. Mitchel placed his hands into his grey jean pockets and began to walk up to the man when something rushed out of the forest to his right.

A purple and red fist appeared, Mitchel had just enough time to get out of the way, a single nick of the Pokemon’s attack crossed Mitchel’s cheek and a thin cut appeared on the side of his face. Standing in front of him was a purple toad Pokemon known as Gregguru, it was a poison fighting type. The toad stood ready to fight and Mitchel raised his fist, the Pokemon made the first move rushing in low, it was so small about three feet. The man looked up from what he was doing and saw Mitchel in the middle of a fist fight with Gregguru. He sighed and was about to call out to the boy then it hit the man, how did he get in? Mitchel was kicked in the face making him stumble back, with a steady stream of curses he checked his nose to see if it was broke, it wasn’t but he was going to have a bruise. The Pokemon lunged at Mitchel again and he grabbed it throwing it off to the side back into the forest, he wiped the cut on the side of his face with his hand and swore as it burned. The man looked impressed until two more Gregguru appeared and lunged at Mitchel making him lurch back fending off to attacks at once. One of the purple jumped into the air and aimed a kick at Mitchel’s face but he was able to dodge it by moving to the side but the other one was able to get a jab in on Mitchel’s face making him stumble to one side, he was seeing two, he was kicked square in the chest by one while the other one jumped over its partner and aimed a kick at Mitchel’s face kicking him back.

“Stop!” The man shouted as one of the Pokemon lifted up a barley sensible Mitchel. The Pokemon looked at the man and let Mitchel drop to the ground looking proud of themselves but the man ran past them and picked up Mitchel and carried him inside. The two Gregguru looked at each other and shrug walking back into the forest.

Mitchel’s eyes opened slightly and he was staring into the face of the man, it took Mitchel to realize where he was. Inside the laboratory, he was still wearing all his cloths but had a bandage on his face where the cut was. He sat up and looked at the man. He was about to ask something but the man talked first.

“Who are you?” He asked in a calm voice. Mitchel quickly looked around the room quickly. It was a large square room with red wall paper and lots of furniture. A desk in one corner covered in papers and a big bag of Pokemon food by the wooden door. There was a fireplace with a large picture of a cute girl sitting in a chair with a Buoyel in her lap. The man tapped Mitchel’s shoulder. “Who are you?” He asked more calmly.

“My name is Mitchel Wilder, I just moved in.”