Pokemon Apocalypse : Revelation
Chapter 1
The Trainer
The thunderstorm had been raging for hours, and the canopy of the forest offered little protection from the downpour. Below the violently swaying branches of an ancient tree, a young man had set up camp. The roaring fire was hot, but his bed roll was soaked and his backside shivered as he sat close to the flames. It was times like this that brought the young man to wonder why he went on this God forsaken journey in the first place. He hadn’t slept in a real bed in weeks, and he was getting tired of eating fire roasted goldeen every night. Those two facts added to the thunderstorm made for a poor mood, and it was during these times the young man found himself daydreaming of his home in the Orange Islands.
As the young man was comforted by mental images of white beaches and blue skies, a stranger hiked up to the fire. It was a boy, no older than 12, wearing the trademark brand-new-pokemon-trainer outfit consisting of bright orange shorts with a yellow jacket, a backpack and of course, a baseball cap turned around backwards. As the boy invaded the camp, he invaded the young man’s daydream of white sand with a loud, “Aha!”
The young man was roused from his daydreaming. He leaped to his feet and had a pokeball in one hand and a wooden katana(boken) in the other. “Who are you kid, and what the heck are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?”
The boy smiled and plucked an ultra ball from his belt. “Are you the one they call Ill Bill?”
The young man nodded, “Yea I’m Ill Bill, and I’m not taking on any apprentices so get lost!”
“I don’t want to be your pupil you fool!” The boy shouted, “I am here to challenge you!”
Bill put his boken back into his black belt. He looked like some sort of crazy martial artist as he wore the top half of a karate gi over his baggy UFO pants. His hair was black and formed into countless long spikes jutting out all over from his skull. His well muscled arms were covered in tattoos and he was tossing his pokeball up and catching it. “Alright kid,” he said, “I’ll take you on! Tyranitar!” Bill threw the pokeball into the air and it exploded with brilliant light that formed into a giant Tyranitar that towered above the two trainers.
“Go! Arcanine!” The boy yelled throwing the ultra ball. Out of this ball came an over sized Arcanine that let out a roar of challenge.
“You should have chosen another pokemon you fool. Now Tyranitar, use earthquake!”
Tyranitar roared and stomped his mighty foot on the forest floor, causing the ground to shake. The earth around Arcanine exploded and he was hurled into a tree. The tree snapped in half and fell over as Arcanine hit it, the boy had to dive out of the way to avoid being crushed.
“Return!” the boy held up his ultra ball and a beam of light shot out and engulfed Arcanine, then the light and Arcanine disappeared into the ball. Quick as a flash, the boy had another ball, a great ball this time, and he was throwing it. “Go get him, Salamence!”
This new pokemon was quite a bit larger than Arcanine and it wasted no time in attacking Tyranitar. The dragon pokemon Salamence flew up into the sky and circled once before diving straight for Tyranitar.
“Dig!” Bill yelled, and Tyranitar dove into the dirt like it was water, tunneling fast as lightning. The Salamence crashed into the ground at full force. As the dragon pokemon tried to recover, Tyranitar exploded from the ground and began beating the Salamence with two ton punches and kicks.
“Stop, please! I give up!” the boy screamed, running over to hug his pokemon. Tyranitar laughed, and it was the most demonic sound the boy had ever heard. Ill Bill put Tyranitar back into it’s pokeball and sat down at his fire as the rain began to stop.
The boy sat across from Ill Bill at the fireside, with a sour expression.
“Hey, don’t be discouraged kid, I have been a pokemon trainer since before I was your age,” said Bill, sipping from a bottle of Red Taros.
“Well, I beat all of the gym leaders in Kanto, and I heard that there was a powerful trainer traveling in the Mabel region. Nobody else could beat me, so I kind of hoped I could find you out here and face a real challenge. But losing feels so…bad.” The boy explained.
“You cant judge your power by facing gym leaders kid. I mean come on, grown adults losing to ten year old children who just got their first charmander? They’re weaklings in the real world. And as for Lt. Surge, well he just lets kids win. When I was 16, I was drafted into the army, and I served under him. We were sent on a mission to The Neffi African region to eradicate a small terrorist group that had been building power. Now you have to understand, people use pokemon as weapons, and our unit was no exception.”
“Pokemon as weapons?” the boy exclaimed.
“That’s right kid. I used my Tyranitar to level an entire village on that mission. And I watched Lt. Surge’s Raichu electrocute countless enemies. That thunderbolt attack just fries humans. What I’m saying is that until you use your pokemon in a real fight, don’t ever challenge a real trainer. That pokemon league crap is a child's game. There are forces at work to cause some real problems for this planet, beyond the petty schemes of Teams Galactic, Rocket, Magma, Aqua, or any other two bit team with enough money to supply a hundred weakling pokemon trainers with tacky outfits. That’s why I’m out in this wilderness. I’m on a quest.”
The boy laughed and said, “Sorry, its just that you being on a quest to save the planet sounds a little stereotypical.”
“Kid,” Bill said, “Get back to Kanto before you get yourself killed. Trainers in this region are the real deal, half of them have never heard of the pokemon league or its rules. One day we’ll battle again, so you better train those pokemon hard. By the way, what’s your name?”
“Me?” said the boy, “My name is Yellow. See ya around Ill Bill!” Yellow waved and was on his way as Ill Bill finished his Red Tauros and packed up camp. He slung his back pack over his shoulders, adjusted his boken in his belt, and began hiking down the trail again as he had before the thunder storm.
He hiked for several hours before he came to a sign reading, “Quartz Town 5 miles” Looking forward to hot food and a warm bed, Ill Bill picked up the pace, and jogged towards civilization.
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Chapter 1
The Trainer
The thunderstorm had been raging for hours, and the canopy of the forest offered little protection from the downpour. Below the violently swaying branches of an ancient tree, a young man had set up camp. The roaring fire was hot, but his bed roll was soaked and his backside shivered as he sat close to the flames. It was times like this that brought the young man to wonder why he went on this God forsaken journey in the first place. He hadn’t slept in a real bed in weeks, and he was getting tired of eating fire roasted goldeen every night. Those two facts added to the thunderstorm made for a poor mood, and it was during these times the young man found himself daydreaming of his home in the Orange Islands.
As the young man was comforted by mental images of white beaches and blue skies, a stranger hiked up to the fire. It was a boy, no older than 12, wearing the trademark brand-new-pokemon-trainer outfit consisting of bright orange shorts with a yellow jacket, a backpack and of course, a baseball cap turned around backwards. As the boy invaded the camp, he invaded the young man’s daydream of white sand with a loud, “Aha!”
The young man was roused from his daydreaming. He leaped to his feet and had a pokeball in one hand and a wooden katana(boken) in the other. “Who are you kid, and what the heck are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?”
The boy smiled and plucked an ultra ball from his belt. “Are you the one they call Ill Bill?”
The young man nodded, “Yea I’m Ill Bill, and I’m not taking on any apprentices so get lost!”
“I don’t want to be your pupil you fool!” The boy shouted, “I am here to challenge you!”
Bill put his boken back into his black belt. He looked like some sort of crazy martial artist as he wore the top half of a karate gi over his baggy UFO pants. His hair was black and formed into countless long spikes jutting out all over from his skull. His well muscled arms were covered in tattoos and he was tossing his pokeball up and catching it. “Alright kid,” he said, “I’ll take you on! Tyranitar!” Bill threw the pokeball into the air and it exploded with brilliant light that formed into a giant Tyranitar that towered above the two trainers.
“Go! Arcanine!” The boy yelled throwing the ultra ball. Out of this ball came an over sized Arcanine that let out a roar of challenge.
“You should have chosen another pokemon you fool. Now Tyranitar, use earthquake!”
Tyranitar roared and stomped his mighty foot on the forest floor, causing the ground to shake. The earth around Arcanine exploded and he was hurled into a tree. The tree snapped in half and fell over as Arcanine hit it, the boy had to dive out of the way to avoid being crushed.
“Return!” the boy held up his ultra ball and a beam of light shot out and engulfed Arcanine, then the light and Arcanine disappeared into the ball. Quick as a flash, the boy had another ball, a great ball this time, and he was throwing it. “Go get him, Salamence!”
This new pokemon was quite a bit larger than Arcanine and it wasted no time in attacking Tyranitar. The dragon pokemon Salamence flew up into the sky and circled once before diving straight for Tyranitar.
“Dig!” Bill yelled, and Tyranitar dove into the dirt like it was water, tunneling fast as lightning. The Salamence crashed into the ground at full force. As the dragon pokemon tried to recover, Tyranitar exploded from the ground and began beating the Salamence with two ton punches and kicks.
“Stop, please! I give up!” the boy screamed, running over to hug his pokemon. Tyranitar laughed, and it was the most demonic sound the boy had ever heard. Ill Bill put Tyranitar back into it’s pokeball and sat down at his fire as the rain began to stop.
The boy sat across from Ill Bill at the fireside, with a sour expression.
“Hey, don’t be discouraged kid, I have been a pokemon trainer since before I was your age,” said Bill, sipping from a bottle of Red Taros.
“Well, I beat all of the gym leaders in Kanto, and I heard that there was a powerful trainer traveling in the Mabel region. Nobody else could beat me, so I kind of hoped I could find you out here and face a real challenge. But losing feels so…bad.” The boy explained.
“You cant judge your power by facing gym leaders kid. I mean come on, grown adults losing to ten year old children who just got their first charmander? They’re weaklings in the real world. And as for Lt. Surge, well he just lets kids win. When I was 16, I was drafted into the army, and I served under him. We were sent on a mission to The Neffi African region to eradicate a small terrorist group that had been building power. Now you have to understand, people use pokemon as weapons, and our unit was no exception.”
“Pokemon as weapons?” the boy exclaimed.
“That’s right kid. I used my Tyranitar to level an entire village on that mission. And I watched Lt. Surge’s Raichu electrocute countless enemies. That thunderbolt attack just fries humans. What I’m saying is that until you use your pokemon in a real fight, don’t ever challenge a real trainer. That pokemon league crap is a child's game. There are forces at work to cause some real problems for this planet, beyond the petty schemes of Teams Galactic, Rocket, Magma, Aqua, or any other two bit team with enough money to supply a hundred weakling pokemon trainers with tacky outfits. That’s why I’m out in this wilderness. I’m on a quest.”
The boy laughed and said, “Sorry, its just that you being on a quest to save the planet sounds a little stereotypical.”
“Kid,” Bill said, “Get back to Kanto before you get yourself killed. Trainers in this region are the real deal, half of them have never heard of the pokemon league or its rules. One day we’ll battle again, so you better train those pokemon hard. By the way, what’s your name?”
“Me?” said the boy, “My name is Yellow. See ya around Ill Bill!” Yellow waved and was on his way as Ill Bill finished his Red Tauros and packed up camp. He slung his back pack over his shoulders, adjusted his boken in his belt, and began hiking down the trail again as he had before the thunder storm.
He hiked for several hours before he came to a sign reading, “Quartz Town 5 miles” Looking forward to hot food and a warm bed, Ill Bill picked up the pace, and jogged towards civilization.
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