Here's Chapter 1:
Chapter 1: Zach Ramsey
December 30th, 2015
Swift City, Kinra Region
A shadow was stalking around on Hendrix Lane that night, where the moon was full and the stars hung lazily in the sky that was black as oil. Many Hoothoot and Wishowl were hooting as the shadow would hide behind trees so it wouldn't be detected by citizens taking their garbage out to the kerb.
, the shadow thought to itself, smiling, would certainly be my hardest mission yet…but I can't fail my father.
The shadow's target was a small house near the end of the street, with a bright red mailbox out front and a carefully arranged azalea and rare Johtion Mountainstar flower garden out back. The house was two stories and mostly brick, with a small porch at the front door with a pink and white cat, the family's pet Skitty, sleeping on the deck chair there. The shadow snuck to the backyard and looked up towards the upstairs window.
Through that dimly illuminated window was the child kidnapped a day after he was born and rescued a week later by Lt. Cal Cullen and his team; the 14-year-old Zach Ramsey.
As the night slowly passed by, Zach came to life, so to speak, playing his favourite PC games over the internet. As graphic images of violence and gore filled his computer screen, it lit up the room and his features.
Zach was tall, but not the tallest of his age group and had a medium build (Although, the empty cans of soda and various junk food wrappers that littered his bedroom floor would argue).
His light blue eyes were transfixed to the screen, barely few inches away from the tip of his nose. After a twitch or two resulting in his character's death, his light chestnut brown bangs hanging off a slightly darker brown haircut that hung loose, tickling the back of his neck, fell in front of his eyes. Frustrated, he blew them out of the way.
It was a few more minutes later when Zach paused his game to go get some food, muttering an incoherent 'I'm hungry.' The shadow made its move, jumping an incredible height to get to the windowsill, and breathed in. Then, it plunged its hand into the window.
Amazingly, the glass didn't shatter at all. The shadow's hand went through it like it belonged to a ghost, completely surprising the shadow. The upper arm and shoulder followed and eventually the whole shape was in Zach's bedroom.
Here we go. Three years of training
, smiling again, the figure (It's safe to assume it's a human by the shape and anatomy) shuffled to one corner of the room to the dresser. On top of the dresser was a small black watch. The figure pulled out an exact replica, complete with hidden GPS locator, and replaced the other one with the replica.
With the mission done, the figure ran straight into the wall, disappearing through to the outside. Then Zach returned to his room, holding a packet of crisps. Apparently not at all mystified by the noise caused by the figure, Zach sat down and continued playing his games.
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Zach didn't know what time he fell asleep with a mouse in his right hand and his left arm sitting on his leather computer chair's armrest when he awoke the next morning (Or early afternoon) at the sound of his mother's Skitty mewing loudly.
It took him a while to release what day it was and the big arrow drawn on his calendar pointing to December 31st would help him remember; it was the Kick-Off Festival. Leaping from his chair to get dressed in a red T-shirt, black shorts that hung down to his knees and a brown jacket the same colour as his hair.
Moments later, Zach had rushed out of his bedroom and down the stairs excitedly, past his mother (‘Uh…morning!’) and Skitty (‘Skit, ski!’) to exit his home. To the east were the main streets and market areas of Swift City, which was his destination.
The town square was bustling with excitement that day, and all the townspeople were working overtime to prepare for the Kick-Off Festival, a yearly event in where all the trainers-to-be were to celebrate graduation from Swift City Pokémon Academy.
When Zach got there, the concrete town square had completely changed. In front of the Mart was various food vendors, crowded by children jumping up and down, the gazebo situated in front of City Hall was littered with various brochures and booklets for Pokémon travelling, battling tips and so on and a huge stage had been placed in the centre of the square, for new trainers to test their new Pokémon.
The smell of burning food and the deafening noises of small stalls selling their junk was overpowering to Zach Ramsey, so he made his way towards the battle stage, his eyes staring at the Pokémon battle currently happening.
‘Watch it!’ without looking, Zach had bumped into a girl roughly his age while walking and staring at the stage.
‘Whoops. Sorry ‘bout that,’ snickered Zach, offering a hand to the girl, who was sitting on the concrete. She ignored it.
‘Why don’t you watch it kid!’ demanded the girl. ‘Oh, jeez, did you do that on purpose? Oh god, I think you broke my camera, if you did I will KILL you! Hey-hey! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?’
‘Away from you, crazy girl,’ stated Zach matter-of-factly, walking away from the rambling girl he had collided with.
‘COME BACK HERE!’ several people in the crowd turned their heads and laughed as the girl chased after Zach.
Zach chose to ignore her more and sat on a raised bench surrounding the stage. On one side was a boy his age with black hair slicked back and wearing a black T-shirt under a scarlet jacket and tan pants. On the other side of the field was his opponent, a slightly portly boy with fair hair and was wearing green overalls over a red shirt.
‘Welcome to the 21st Swift City Kick-Off Festival Battle Tourney!’ roared the announcer, wearing the regulation umpire uniform (White and black striped shirt and dark blue pants). ‘In the blue corner is Gray Carter!’ pointing to the kid with black hair. ‘And in the red corner is Anthony Fall!’
The applause was thunderous. Many of the girls were cheering and giggling at Gray Carter, the obvious crowd favourite.
‘Will the trainers please release their Pokémon!’ ordered the announcer.
‘Go Makuhita!’ howled Anthony, releasing his pokéball from his pudgy hand. A flash of red light later, the Guts Pokémon came out. Standing at 3 feet, with a stocky physique that was a pale tan colour, complete with black hands clenched like fists.
‘Come on out, Redox!’ Redox was the Oxen Calf Pokémon, with black fur with red markings on the midriff and on the ears. Its tail was pointy and red, it’s hooves were white, as well as the fur at the front. The most recognisable feature was a small black axe blade sticking out of it’s head, like a horn.
‘Let the game begin!’ yelled the announcer.
‘Makuhita, use Pummel!’ ordered Anthony.
'Tsst. Use Rush!' At the command, Redox bent its head, so it faced the ground with the axe pointing towards Makuhita.
Makuhita raised it's fists and charged at Redox, who was still in defensive stance. The fists moved at a moderate speed and connected with Redox. Redox was unharmed, but Makuhita's hand has been cut by the blade on Redox's head.
'Makit! Ma!' it yelled, clutching it's left hand in pain.
'NOW!' shouted Gray, but still keeping cool.
Redox's whole body shook and turned crimson. With extreme speed, it charged at Makuhita. A second later, Makuhita was down and out.
'And Makuhita is down and out! In only one move! Gray Carter wins!'
The applause began again, with several people standing up. Gray returned Redox to his pokeball, leaving the fainted Makuhita and Anthony stunned. Amongst the cheers, Zach failed to notice the crazy girl from before sitting right next to him.
'AHH! Are you a stalker?' asked Zach.
'I have a name,' Close up, the girl was shorter than Zach, with midnight black hair that hung wildly and unkempt, with various braids littering the back and fringe, dyed blue, orange and blonde. She was wearing a white singlet under a black zip-up sweater and denim shorts.
'I don’t care,' said Zach sharply.
'I'm Candice Green.'
'Zach Ramsey. Leave me alone.'
'Hey! Cool scar,' exclaimed Candice, poiting in awe to the scar running down from Zach's left shoulder to his elbow. 'How did that happen?'
'You don't need to know. Go annoy someone else.'
'Oh shut up. I need to ask you a question. Who's the hot guy who just beat the fat guy?' queried Candice, pulling out a notepad.
'Are you a reporter or something?'
'Oh, yeah. Again, do you know the name of the guy who just won?' asked Candice once more.
'Okay. If you want to know…he's right over there!' retorted Zach, pointing behind Candice. She looked away, so he took his chance to run.
'Hey! I don't see him!' Candice was still looking the other way, unaware Zach had ran away. Then the applause began again; the next battle was about to begin.
Zach was bored with the Kick-Off Festival so decided to go home early. Between the crazy reporter from before and Gray winning, Zach was frustrated. So he took a shortcut through the Pokemon Centre's alleyway to avoid anymore roadblocks, so to speak.
'HELP ME! PLEASE!' screamed a female voice in the distance, just a short walk from were Zach was. Upon hearing, Zach sprinted to the source. When he turned a corner, a masked man was running away with a small handbag and one of Zach's classmates was standing there, petrified in fear.
Without further ado, Zach followed the thief around the alleyway corner. Careful not to trip over the Verminn and Rattata scuttling around the garbage cans, Zach finally caught sight of the thief, trying to climb the wall at the end of the passage.
'Stop!' bellowed Zach. The thief froze and turned around, abadoning his mission to climb the wall. 'Uhh…' Zach had never been in this situation before, so he didn't know what to do. 'Do you maybe wanna give that handbag back to it's rightful owner?'
'No! Go Houndour!' the thief then proceeded to pull a small red and white orb out of his jacket and throw it at Zach's direction. Out of the pokéball came Houndour, the Hound Pokémon, which was a small black hound with various blood-red on the underbelly and what looked like bones on it's back. The hound barked viciously, revealing white fangs.
'This is good stuff,' Candice Green was watching from a distance, smelling a story. She wrote rapidly on her notepad as Houndour barked at the retreating Zach. 'Where's my camera at?' she asked herself, spotting her camera on the garbage can next to her.
Grinning, she looked directly at the camera, concentrating, hand outstretched. After a moment, the camera flew into her hand, like it had a magnetic attraction to her hand.
Zach was currently backing up as Houndour closed in, looking very hungry.
'Use Ember!' yelled the thief. Houndour reared its head back and spat out a stream of flames in Zach's direction. Zach closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar feeling of being burned by flames.
But the flames didn't hit. When Zach opened his eyes, he was blinded by the wall of fire inches from burning his bangs off. Stepping back in awe, the thief and Candice watched as Zach flicked his hands in the air, making the fire disappear.
'Wow. I thought I
was a freak,' whispered Candice, taking some pictures.
Zach was the most surprised about this ability. He suddenly had an impulse to flick his hands in the direction of the thief. When he did, however, small orbs of fire were conjured in his palms. After a second of shock, the orbs took a life of its own, flying towards the thief.
The orbs of fire burst in collision with the thief's midriff, engulfing him in flames. The screaming was shattering Zach's eardrums, but luckily, the thief collapsed, burnt heavily.
'Oh my god!' yelled Zach. Then he
collapsed, everything going black.
* * *
Just a dream, the first thought that popped into Zach's head after he awoke, drenched in sweat and very confused. Sitting up on his computer chair with the mouse in one hand and the left arm, complete with scar, sitting on the armrest.
'What day is it?' he asked himself, looking at the Kanto Scenery Calender he bought last year. There was a big arrow pointing to this day: December 31st.
Momentarily stunned, Zach remembered his dream; the battle between Gray and Anthony, the crazy girl following him around, the thief and when he shot fire from his hands, the screaming…
But was it a dream? It was so life-like
, thought Zach. Then there was a rapping on his door, followed by his mother's screaming:
'Zach? Are you up? It's time to eat some breakfast! Wake up!'
Shrugging it off, Zach proceeded to get dressed, ready to leave for the Kick-Off Festival.
That's it. Chapter 2 will come after some reviews.