Prolouge
Unlike most stories told about the wounderful world of Pokemon, this one doesn't begin with a hero battling his way to the Pokemon League or walking with his companions into some twist of fate adventure. No, this tale is a much darker one. One that begins in a dark forest, on a dark night. A creature was sturing in the harsh brush of the forest floor. It's fur became twisted and tangle as it scampered by hords of bush and fallen leaves, It paused in a clearing it entered to catch it's breath, it's ears erect and alert to any sound.
It quickly scans it's suroundings, seeing nothing but trees and darkness behind them. And then the sound of dry leave crunching behind it signaled it time to leave. It darted forward not knowing where it was going, but anywhere seemed better then where it had been. Growling and howling sounds drew closeer and closer as the Pokemon increased its speed, to no avail. Human voices could be heard in the distance, each one different, each one frightning to the already scared Pokemon. It dare not glance back at its presuers for fear that it might be caught. Suddenly, it caught a sent flowing in the wind. Food! The Pokemon mind driffted, its stomach turning and aching. The aroma of food had aroused the thought that it hadn't eatin in a long while, which had been pushed aside by the reality of the chase at hand.
The sounds of its presuers krept closer and closer as the Pokemon shifted corse, following the sent of food. With the sound of howls and growls close behind, the Pokemon despritly looked for a sign of hope. And then, after what seemed like eternity, the Pokemon cleared the forest into a feild. As it continued, it saw a wooden house with smoke bellowing out of the chemny stack in the distance, and the Pokemon realized that's where the sent was coming from. It began barking repeatedly to signal it's approch. Behind it, three wolf like Pokemon, with black and white fur jumped out of the forest. The Pup Pokemon glanced back to see exactly what was chasing it. Drool rolled out of the three presuers mouth as they glared at their prey. The crys from the pup Pokemon became louder as it approched the House.
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Marcus was enjoying his dinner when him and his parents heard the cries from out side. The young man leaped out of his wooden chair, knocking his plat off the round table, splatering it contense onto the floor beneath. His mother gave him the look, the look that only a parent could give that let thier child know that they were in trouble, but Marcus payed no attention to it. He hurried to the window and saw the small Pokemon running twards the house as fast as it could, with the other three wolf like Pokemon in close presuit.
"Oh my god." He blurted outloud.
His father quickly rushed over to his side at the window, and was speechless at what he was seeing
.
"What is it, John?" the mother asked, expecting that she would have to get up and see for herself.
"Marcus, openthe door, and when I tell you. open it. Angela, get my Poke Ball." John comanded.
Marcus ran to the door and Angela bolted to their beedroom. She grabed the red and white colored ball off the dressor and ran back into the dinning room, knowing that the time for questions was not appropriate at this moment and to trust her husbands words. Marcus patiently waited for his fathers signal as the cries from outside got closer, but he found out that his wait would be long, for his father had droped his hand from the air. Marcus opened the door and noth a moment later the small Pokemon had ran inside panting despretly trying to catch it's breath.
"Close it now!" John yelled as he backed away from the window and rushed to Angela's side.
She handed him the Poke Ball with a question that he could easily read from her expression. Still he chose not to answer as he heald out the Poke Ball.
"Come on out, old friend." he comanded as the Poke Ball poped open. In a blaze of brilant bright, flashing light, a Pokemon appeared in the middle of the living room floor. It stood upright, and was flexing. Its muscles bulked out and it had a noticibale head dress in the form of three small plates that ran from it's forhead to the back of its head. It turned to face it's master, awaiting a comand. "Machoke, we have company."
The door bursted open to the floor as the first of the three wolf like Pokemon was jared from the impact. The small Pokemon, filled with terror, jumeped into Marcus' arms, who was standing next to wall directly infront of the door. a second Pokemon jumped over the first with with its maw open and fangs showing. Time seemed to slow as Marcus thought at this moment his life was to end. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a greish blue fist emergefrom what seemed out of nowhere, connect with the jaw of the attacking Pokemon, and send it flying out the door from wince it came. The Machoke steped infront of the door, blocking further entrance, and let a growl that sent shivers down Marcus' spine. The Pokemon that had knocked over the had made it's way to its feet and joined the other two who were making their way back to the forest.
"Marcus, you all right?" John asked his shaking son.
"Yeah."
"Good job, Machoke." John complemented as he noticed the pokemon in Marcus' arms. "A Vulpix?"
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"Sir, the subject has evaded us. It made it's way to house on the other side of the forest. Shall wee proceed?"
"No, come back for now. It's not going anywhere and we don't want anyone asking more questions then they are already asking."
"Roger." the man said clicking a button on the transceiver in his ear to turn it off as he head back into the forest.
Unlike most stories told about the wounderful world of Pokemon, this one doesn't begin with a hero battling his way to the Pokemon League or walking with his companions into some twist of fate adventure. No, this tale is a much darker one. One that begins in a dark forest, on a dark night. A creature was sturing in the harsh brush of the forest floor. It's fur became twisted and tangle as it scampered by hords of bush and fallen leaves, It paused in a clearing it entered to catch it's breath, it's ears erect and alert to any sound.
It quickly scans it's suroundings, seeing nothing but trees and darkness behind them. And then the sound of dry leave crunching behind it signaled it time to leave. It darted forward not knowing where it was going, but anywhere seemed better then where it had been. Growling and howling sounds drew closeer and closer as the Pokemon increased its speed, to no avail. Human voices could be heard in the distance, each one different, each one frightning to the already scared Pokemon. It dare not glance back at its presuers for fear that it might be caught. Suddenly, it caught a sent flowing in the wind. Food! The Pokemon mind driffted, its stomach turning and aching. The aroma of food had aroused the thought that it hadn't eatin in a long while, which had been pushed aside by the reality of the chase at hand.
The sounds of its presuers krept closer and closer as the Pokemon shifted corse, following the sent of food. With the sound of howls and growls close behind, the Pokemon despritly looked for a sign of hope. And then, after what seemed like eternity, the Pokemon cleared the forest into a feild. As it continued, it saw a wooden house with smoke bellowing out of the chemny stack in the distance, and the Pokemon realized that's where the sent was coming from. It began barking repeatedly to signal it's approch. Behind it, three wolf like Pokemon, with black and white fur jumped out of the forest. The Pup Pokemon glanced back to see exactly what was chasing it. Drool rolled out of the three presuers mouth as they glared at their prey. The crys from the pup Pokemon became louder as it approched the House.
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Marcus was enjoying his dinner when him and his parents heard the cries from out side. The young man leaped out of his wooden chair, knocking his plat off the round table, splatering it contense onto the floor beneath. His mother gave him the look, the look that only a parent could give that let thier child know that they were in trouble, but Marcus payed no attention to it. He hurried to the window and saw the small Pokemon running twards the house as fast as it could, with the other three wolf like Pokemon in close presuit.
"Oh my god." He blurted outloud.
His father quickly rushed over to his side at the window, and was speechless at what he was seeing
.
"What is it, John?" the mother asked, expecting that she would have to get up and see for herself.
"Marcus, openthe door, and when I tell you. open it. Angela, get my Poke Ball." John comanded.
Marcus ran to the door and Angela bolted to their beedroom. She grabed the red and white colored ball off the dressor and ran back into the dinning room, knowing that the time for questions was not appropriate at this moment and to trust her husbands words. Marcus patiently waited for his fathers signal as the cries from outside got closer, but he found out that his wait would be long, for his father had droped his hand from the air. Marcus opened the door and noth a moment later the small Pokemon had ran inside panting despretly trying to catch it's breath.
"Close it now!" John yelled as he backed away from the window and rushed to Angela's side.
She handed him the Poke Ball with a question that he could easily read from her expression. Still he chose not to answer as he heald out the Poke Ball.
"Come on out, old friend." he comanded as the Poke Ball poped open. In a blaze of brilant bright, flashing light, a Pokemon appeared in the middle of the living room floor. It stood upright, and was flexing. Its muscles bulked out and it had a noticibale head dress in the form of three small plates that ran from it's forhead to the back of its head. It turned to face it's master, awaiting a comand. "Machoke, we have company."
The door bursted open to the floor as the first of the three wolf like Pokemon was jared from the impact. The small Pokemon, filled with terror, jumeped into Marcus' arms, who was standing next to wall directly infront of the door. a second Pokemon jumped over the first with with its maw open and fangs showing. Time seemed to slow as Marcus thought at this moment his life was to end. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a greish blue fist emergefrom what seemed out of nowhere, connect with the jaw of the attacking Pokemon, and send it flying out the door from wince it came. The Machoke steped infront of the door, blocking further entrance, and let a growl that sent shivers down Marcus' spine. The Pokemon that had knocked over the had made it's way to its feet and joined the other two who were making their way back to the forest.
"Marcus, you all right?" John asked his shaking son.
"Yeah."
"Good job, Machoke." John complemented as he noticed the pokemon in Marcus' arms. "A Vulpix?"
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"Sir, the subject has evaded us. It made it's way to house on the other side of the forest. Shall wee proceed?"
"No, come back for now. It's not going anywhere and we don't want anyone asking more questions then they are already asking."
"Roger." the man said clicking a button on the transceiver in his ear to turn it off as he head back into the forest.
