The Beginning

    A lone figure stood atop the bristling cliff, gazing across 
the sky at the twinkling stars. This figure clothed himself in 
blue, fingerless gloves; cold, black shoes; standard jeans; a 
brightly livened, fiery red jacket; and an official Pokemon 
League cap. Spikes of raven-black hair peered out from 
under the hat and swayed with the wind, giving the boy a 
mysterious physique. His futile attempts to drift into sleep 
had only caused him to become more lively, pushing him to 
leave the lonely campsite that he and his group called home 
for that single night. It was not nervousness about the 
upcoming gym battle, for he never really felt nervous. Nor 
was it his thoughts about Pokemon. Simply to state, every 
inch… every atom within his body was apprehensive. 
Strange occurrences had begun to happen within the past 
few days.

(2 Days Ago)

    The group of three, energetic teenagers walked down a 
road which would lead them to Rocket city. Their group 
consisted of two boys, and one girl. 

    “Ash, we aren’t lost again, are we?” The female of the 
group asked. It was more of her usual warnings than a 
question. 

    Her body was clothed in a blue, sparkly, long-sleeved 
shirt; black, smoke-like shoes which rose to her slim 
ankles; and blue, plain pants coming down to her knees, 
which matched her glistening shirt. Her bright, unique 
orange hair was worn down and cut at shoulder length, 
hinting at her stunning, beautiful body. 

    “Misty, do you always go at it!” Ash fought back against 
Misty, who quickly flew a punch at him, but missed. 

    Over the years, Ash had gotten used to Misty’s 
unrelenting, concurrent attacks. He was easily able to 
dodge the punch, fueling Misty’s die-hard anger even more. 
Ash certainly had special feelings for her, but would never 
admit it, not even to himself, and refused to believe that he 
showed it without realizing it like everybody claimed. The 
eldest in the group, an older teenager, had spiky dark-
brown hair, and eyes so squinted that you’d think he was 
sleeping or blind. He wore black pants; a brown, short-
sleeved shirt; and brown shoes. This argument between 
Ash and Misty was heading in a familiar direction, and he 
wanted to stop it before every Pokemon in a five-mile 
radius evacuated because of the up-roar.

    “Stop! I don’t want our entire trip to be as miserable as 
usual! Please just stop this once, for me?” He was 
determined to get this stopped before it started. Ash and 
Misty looked as him as though he had sprouted a second 
head. 

    “Brock, don’t make me hit you!” Misty’s common 
temper spoke, quickly shutting her squinty-eyed friend’s 
mouth. 

    Brock sighed, knowing it was useless to stop the lovers 
from fighting, as it was their way of showing affection, 
even if they didn’t know that. The yelling continued to 
increase.. and increase… and increase…. and hit atomic 
levels, which made it seem there would be no stop for 
hours.

    “I should have bought aspirin at the last city.” Brock 
thought as his head began to feel like a scalpel had was 
doing its job on his poor brain.

    When it reached levels that Brock thought he was going 
to pass out, the trees trembled, silencing the verbal battle 
that was going nowhere. All three Pokemon trainers turned 
their heads left and right, looking at the greenness that 
surrounded the path they were walking, which was now 
beginning to fall to the ground. Without warning, much to 
the displeasure of the group, hundreds and hundreds of 
flying-type Pokemon flew from one side of the trees to the 
other and vice-versa. Red, hot blood dripped to the ground 
as several cuts were inflicted on the trainers. After about 15 
seconds or so, if finally ended, leaving all three people on 
the ground, protecting their heads and writhing in pain from 
their cuts. Brock suggested they set up camp lightening 
fast, so they could treat their wounds, seeing as they were 
too far to make it to Rocket city.

(One Day Later)

Soon after the… extravagant display of bird Pokemon, the 
group had finally made it to Rocket City, where they soon 
found a local Pokemon center, and rented a room to stay in 
the next couple of days. Brock, as usual, went crazy over 
the Nurse Joy, happy at the very sight of her. After the 
usual rough treatment on Brock’s ear, they went out 
searching for the gym, only to be shown the hard truth, at 
least for Ash, that the gym leader was in the nearest city 
that belonged to the Electric league, Yellow City. Ash, 
having heard about the Electric league, jumped at the 
chance of a new challenge to test his skills. The Rocket 
City badge was to be his first, if it weren’t for the fact that 
the gym leader was out of town. So, with much protest 
from Brock and Misty, the gang decided to set back out on 
the road, and head towards Yellow City. Just as they were 
set to start, an excoriating experience occurred. Right 
before they walked out the large, two glass front doors, a 
loud thump was heard across the room. Everyone in the 
vicinity turned to look, and discovered Nurse Joy passed 
out on the floor. Her blood veins partly showed with a 
blackish color, making her appear to have an extreme rash. 
After a quick phone call, ambulance paramedics rushed 
through the front door, and carried her off to the hospital. 
With a loud argument, Ash and Misty convinced Brock that 
all they would do is make things worse, and carried out 
their original plan to venture to Yellow City.

(Present)

The recollection of the events stirred up a hidden chill, 
which vibrated up Ash’s spine. Something was happening, 
and he knew it. Usually he wasn’t right when it came to 
questions of that nature, but now, he was as right as they 
come.

To be continued….   

   
    






(Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. If/when I make up a character 
or an attack it/they belong solely to me, unless someone else 
thought it/them up and I don’t know about it. It's as simple as that.)