Episode One: Markus’s First Pokemon

   It was a dull day in the land of Kanto and Markus Flint; a ten-year-old spirited lad who loves Pokemon, creatures who have special powers was about to get his. Some Pokemon are legendary, others aren’t.

     “Wow, Aggron’s ultimate attack, Double-Edge!” the announcer on the TV said. Two Pokemon were in the midst of battle, Aggron, a dual Steel-and-Rock type Pokemon with the ability to not get recoil damage (Rock Head). Many Pokemon have special abilities and sometimes they’re even useful in 2-on-2 battles, such as Lightning Rod. And Pelipper, a dual Water-and-Flying Pokemon with tremendous Water-type attacks, like Hydro Pump and Water Pulse.

  “Humph, Pelipper has the complete advantage here. I wonder why our 30-time champ, Jonathan chose Aggron rather than his trusty Manectric after that last battle,” the TV announcer said to everyone.

; “WOW! This battle is going to be awesome,” Markus said excitedly.

  “Markus, your big head is in the way,” said Eddie, Markus’s little brother. “You know that Pelipper will easily defeat Aggron.”

    “Want to bet?” asked Markus. “Aggron is going to win and Pelipper will lose.”

     “FINE! Whoever loses does the dishes,” Eddie said confidently. “Because I know that Pelipper is going to win this battle.”

    “Aggron, use Thunderbolt!” Jonathan commanded his trusty Aggron.

    “What!?” Eddie said, gasping. “How can a Steel-and-Rock type Pokemon use Thunderbolt?! Especially when it’s four times weak against Water-type attacks?”

    “I’ve been doing my homework, little brother. Aggron is able to learn Thunderbolt by the use of a Technical Machine or TM. TM’s are used to teach Pokemon attacks, but once you use them, they’re gone, rather than the use of Hidden Machines or HM’s. They are permanent effects and can only be removed by the help of a trained and experienced Move Deleter like the one in Blackthorn City.”

    “Wow, my brain hurts,” said Eddie. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait a few months in order to become a Pokemon trainer?”

     “Sure, I’m sure,” said Markus. “Tomorrow, I’m getting my first Pokemon and you are not going to stop me, brother! I was waiting, studying, and did this for three years! So, I’m going tomorrow morning. So, let this last day home be a good last day.” He started to cry, but held his tears back.

    “Well, Markus, go pack your stuff and meet me back here in the living room in one hour,” his mom, Caroline said sadly.

    Markus quickly ran into his room and gathered his biggest backpack and in it, he collected his things, like his sleeping bag, his pillow, blankets, some clothes, toothbrush and other things that were important to him, like his stuffed Pikachu toy and his Zubat alarm clock.

    “Wow, I just can’t believe you’re going on a Pokemon journey! Too bad I’m only eight years old,” Eddie, said disappointed.

    “Don’t worry, you’ll get one before you know it. And Mom, here,” Markus said, handing his mom a picture of him. “Just don’t forget me, okay?” He smiled widely at his mom. “You just never know, mom. I might battle Dad one day.” Markus’s dad, Vincent Flint, was a Gym Leader in Cacti Town, far away, in the land of Keuto.

     “Well, I guess this is it, Markus. Tomorrow, we say our good-byes, at least for a while,” Catherine said, putting the picture right on her forehead, crying.

    “We’ll miss you, bro, but can I at least have your room?”

     “No!”

    “What about your…”

    “Don’t even think about asking me for my lucky medal!”

    “I’m not. I’m just asking for your Poliwag sharpener.”

     “Oh, then that’s fine, but JUST REMEMBER…”

    “Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t go to your room.” Eddie had his fingers crossed behind his back. He lied. “Hehehe,” he said under breath.

    “What was that you just said, Eddie?” Markus asked.

    “I said, wahaha, because you’re leaving tomorrow. Yeah, because you’re leaving, yeah.”

    “Weird little brother,” Markus said.

     “Okay kids, when this battle is over on T.V., it is time for you to go to bed!” Caroline ordered furiously. “Not you Markus, you’re leaving tomorrow. Enjoy the T.V.”

     “But, mom…”

    “No buts. Just move your little patooty out of here, young man.” Caroline got mad as a Tauros on a rampage.

    “Aww…mom, you can be a real pain in the…”

    “What!? Did I hear that correctly? Fine, no T.V. for a week for swearing at your mother.”

    “MOM! There’s a big weeklong Pokemon marathon! Can it be next week?”

     “For that, now curfew is at 7:30 instead of nine for the week, want more?”

      “No! I’ll be good,” said Eddie stiffly.

      “Good, now watch the fight.”

  “ALL RIGHT! Jonathan won again! That’s 31!”

   “And again, our mighty Jonathan came out with a bang tonight!” the T.V. announcer said.

    “Good job, Greg, you deserve this trusty medal for battling against me,” Jonathan said.

    “Thank you,” said Greg, the challenger.

***Morning***

     “Morning mom, bye mom, got to get my first Pokemon!” Markus said.

     “Don’t you want your…”

     SLAM! The wooden door of the Flints slammed hardly against the wall of the living room. A crack was made.

     “…Last breakfast?”

    Commotion was abuzz in front of Professor Oak’s laboratory.

    “Professor Oak how is Markus, your new trainer? Did he choose his Pokemon yet?” a news reporter asked Samuel Oak, the world’s greatest at Pokemon.

     “Not yet,” he replied.

    “Professor Oak! I’m here!” screamed Markus, eager for his Pokemon.

     “We-el! Look who we have here! Professor Oak and some other kid!” some woman said.

    “Looks like he’ll be getting his first Pokemon!” some man added.

     “Yeah right, because we’re gonna steal ‘dat ting!” some Meowth said.

    “Team Rocket! You tried to capture Ash’s Pikachu! It was all over the news!” Markus said loudly.

     “We’re supposed to or we’ll get our roles lost. We gotta stay in ‘da show!” Meowth replied. “We’re important!”

    “Markus, get inside!” Prof. Oak ordered.

    “But, Professor,” Markus started.

     “Just go!” he commanded rudely. “You’ll get your Pokemon! Just be patient! Go, Pidgeotto!”

    A Pokeball opened, emerging from it was a Pigeon-like Pokemon named Pidgeotto. It is a Flying and Normal-type.

     “Go, Pidgeotto! Gust Attack!” the Prof. ordered his trusty bird.

  Pidgeotto nodded with a sign of approval and flapped its wings as hard as it can, making a humongous tornado aiming dead-on center at the Meowth-shaped balloon. “Pidgo! Pidgo! Pidgo!” it kept saying.

     “Oh no!” they all shouted. “Looks like Team Rocket’s blasting off again!” Wobbuffet!

    “Good job, Professor. That was pretty amazing,” Markus said really happily.

     The Professor chuckled a little. “Oh-hoho—Markus, my new trainee, are you ready?”

    “Yeah! I already planned ahead and I choose to pick…Bulbasaur!” he said confidently, with a smile.

     The Pokeball opened and a flash appeared, emerging from it was a small Pokemon with a bulb on its back.

     “Hello, Bulbasaur. I’m Markus, your new friend and trainer,” Markus said.

    “Bulb-a! Bulba-saur!” Bulbasaur used Vine Whip to shake his hand. Markus started to laugh.

     “Take this Pokedex and these Pokeballs as well. Good luck,” said the Prof. “And here’s an invention I made. A Pokemon mini-computer prototype. It has the features of a PokeNav and PokeGear, which means you can keep in touch with you mother, even know where you are if lost. Pretty nifty and useful, huh?”

    “Cool, got to go, Professor! Bye!” Markus said with his Bulbasaur.

    “Good luck, Markus. Good luck.”

  Markus emerged from the laboratory and saw his mom with a group of friends and neighbors holding up signs and banners saying, “Go, go, go!” Everyone cheered.

    “Good-bye, Markus,” his mom said, crying. “And you too, Bulbasaur.” She patted him, and he enjoyed it. Everyone had a little chuckle about it.

    “BYE!” Markus said.

     “Bulb-a! Bulbasaur!”