The Story Begins
By RCF v2.0
Part One

The wind was blowing. Just barely discernable was the sound it made over the grass. A small group of Rattata snoozed in the moonlight, their heads just barely poking out of the burrow. Then, one of them awoke, and looked up. A man was sitting, perched atop a hill. He had a gun.

Naturally, the pokemon grew scared. They were often hunted, and so it woke the others and they scooted farther back into the burrow. The man, however, was not interested in that kind of hunting tonight. As he sat there, fiddling with his rifle, he thought to himself, “Of all the jobs I could have gotten, why stakeout duty?” He took a sip from his Mountain Dew. He wished he could have coffee, but its enticing smell could give him away to any “unwelcome” visitors. Kanto had been at war with Hoenn for a while now. Dwindling recources in Hoenn forced the leaders to ask for help from Kanto. When none came, Hoenn attacked. Johto remained nuetral, as it was friends with both countries.

The man saw something move in the corner of his eye. His hand instinctively reached for the binoculars. He zoomed in on the disturbance. A black jeep. Almost invisible in the night. About a fourth of a mile away. The man aimed his gun, setting his sights on the passenger in the left-hand side of the back-seat. Sweat dripped down his face. If he missed, he would not get another chance. He fired. He never knew if he hit his mark, for that very moment someone else’s bullet ended his life.

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The man on the other hill had fallen. Ash slung his own rifle over his back, and got back in his own jeep, and began to follow the first one, which had no idea what just almost happened.

They were headed for Cerulean. A location Ash wanted nothing to do with. He normally stayed away from this part of Kanto but this was an exceptional mission. And exceptional missions demand exceptional people. Unfortunately, he was one of those people.

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"GO! Starmie, Bubblebeam!"

Starmie flew across the gyms pool and sent a river of powerful bubbles hurtling toward its opponent, a Clefairy. The Clefairy fainted, and its small trainer, a girl of about 11 years old, recalled it and ran out crying, toward the Pokemon Center.

"Oh shoot, I hope that girls ok. Didn't mean to make her cry." Misty said to her sisters, as they laughed.

End Introduction

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