NevrMore
02-11-2004, 11:47 PM
Note: Yeah, yeah, I know what you're saying.. "Nevrmore, why are you making a new fanfic instea dof working on your RetroMUD one?" The answer: I'm having severe writer's block for that one, so I thought that making another fic would help me out, so I'm taking a short Haitus from it, and I present you with the whacked out tale of a boy with a special power and his Abra.
Chapter 1: How it all Began.
If you stand at either side of the Oore Region desert, it would look like any other old desert. large, sandy, and well, plain. It was littered with your usual deserty things. Cacti, lizards, plants that you don't know the name of, and owls that peck at your head when you try to drink water from their nest. You'd have to walk a few hundred miles or so before you noticed the large, black rock there. ..Wait, that's not a rock, it's a boy. A boy who goes by the name Gene.
Gene lifted his head ever so slightly. The sand flying everywhere stung his auburn eyes. He covered himself again. his light blonde hair was trying to go with the wind, threatening to tear itself right off of Gene's head if he wasn't careful. His black jacket with the words "Midnight Carnival" in white looked almost the color of the sand itself. His black jeans, far too baggy for him to be wearing, were sure to just fly away if he unlocked his knees. His six pokeballs, five of them empty, rattled against each other eerily.
"Man...How'd this happen?" Gene asked himself. He thought for a moment, then said quietly "Oh yeah..." He remembered how it all began...
***
Gene was a normal ten year old boy, about to start his Pokemon journey, but he overslept and was late to arrive. When he got there his rival 'Jerry' had gotten all the good Pokemon, and Gene was stuck with a Pikachu.
***
Gene shook his head, thinking "No, that was that other kid, what's his face.." He thought harder. The REAL reason he was here came to him.
***
Gene arched his brow, looking over the odd, sleeping cat-like creature infront of him like a pair of shoes that he was contemplating buying. "But Mom..." he began, "Why do I need this stupid Abra??" Gene's mother walked out of the kitchen, her brow furrowed.
"Because," she stated, "This is a specially trained Abra, that will zap you when your'e neglecting your studies! Heaven forbid that you have, what with that sixth sense of yours!" Gene stumbled and fell down, screeching noisily,
"Mooommm! You know I don't have a 'sixth sense'! Stop being so silly!" Gene winked, trying to look nonchalant. But everybody knew he was a bad actor.
"Come on Gene, it's no use hiding it." Said his mom, "I mean, suddenly screaming 'Oooh, my head! It must be a ghost Pokemon nearby!!' then running out the classroom for a twenty minute period isn't exactly discreet."
Gene huffed, "But come on, Mom! A Pokemon that helps you study? Pokemon aren't for studying! They're for fighting! If you're going to give me this useless thing, at least let me go on a Pokemon journey like everyone else in my class!"
His mother was dumbfounded, "I GET THIS TO HELP YOUR STUDIES AND YOU WANT TO GO USE IT TO HELP NEGLECT THEM MORE?! ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!" she screamed, waving her hands frantically. Gene swore that she had broke the sound barrier. He had only seen her like this once before, and that's when he said that her new hairstyle made her look like a Jynx with a bad hairday.
But that's okay, because Gene was the king of reasoning. "But mother.." He said, adding in a tinge of politeness. He dropped his chin to his chest. "The best way to learn is to go out and study it firsthand! And I promise that if you let me, I'll even bring all my text books and study in all my free time!" But his mother still wasn't convinced. And who's mom would be? It's downright unreasonable. But Gene persisted. It took him a good three hours of nagging and begging before she finally succombed and let him go. So he went, got his Pokedex, and got his Pokemon, Abra, registered and went along his way.
***
And that's why Gene was hugging the gigantic suitcase underneath him to his chest. He gritt his teeth, "Man, stupid books! I could move through this storm if I didn't have them! As soon as this clears, I'm going to burn all of them!"
Before Gene knew it, the undeniable noise of a Pokeball opening was heard. Abra screamed "ABBRA!" and Gene felt a sharp pain throughout his body, causing him to let go of the suitcase. The storm sent him flying backwards like oh so many pieces of paper caught in the wind.
"AAABBRRRAAAAAAA!" he screamed, his voice almost sucked away through the vaccuum of the storm, "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU LAZY-WHOA!" Abra had appeared before Gene and grabbed him by the arm. Gene and Abra suddenly snapped out of existence faster then you could say "The Poor Pokemon Puked in the Pickles".
Gene found himself hovering about eight feet above the ground, right next to the door of a large building. He fell like a lead brick, hitting the grassy ground with a *THUMP!*. He got up, dusting himself off, mumbling "When I see that stupid Abra again I'll-" But no one ever got to know what he was going to do to Abra, because in the middle of his threat he heard an odd sucking noise. He looked up.
A large, black, sandy suitcase was hovering over his head. He squeaked like a mouse, his pupils became the size of a beebee gun bullet. The black suitcase floated for a moment, then fell straight onto Gene's head, sending him into the ground. He could hear the muffled sounds of the pedestrian's laughter, and a soft "Abbraaa.." next to him.
Gene lifted his hand and clutched it into a fist. It was going to be a long Pokemon journey...
To Be Continued...
It's a bit short, but oh well..
Chapter 1: How it all Began.
If you stand at either side of the Oore Region desert, it would look like any other old desert. large, sandy, and well, plain. It was littered with your usual deserty things. Cacti, lizards, plants that you don't know the name of, and owls that peck at your head when you try to drink water from their nest. You'd have to walk a few hundred miles or so before you noticed the large, black rock there. ..Wait, that's not a rock, it's a boy. A boy who goes by the name Gene.
Gene lifted his head ever so slightly. The sand flying everywhere stung his auburn eyes. He covered himself again. his light blonde hair was trying to go with the wind, threatening to tear itself right off of Gene's head if he wasn't careful. His black jacket with the words "Midnight Carnival" in white looked almost the color of the sand itself. His black jeans, far too baggy for him to be wearing, were sure to just fly away if he unlocked his knees. His six pokeballs, five of them empty, rattled against each other eerily.
"Man...How'd this happen?" Gene asked himself. He thought for a moment, then said quietly "Oh yeah..." He remembered how it all began...
***
Gene was a normal ten year old boy, about to start his Pokemon journey, but he overslept and was late to arrive. When he got there his rival 'Jerry' had gotten all the good Pokemon, and Gene was stuck with a Pikachu.
***
Gene shook his head, thinking "No, that was that other kid, what's his face.." He thought harder. The REAL reason he was here came to him.
***
Gene arched his brow, looking over the odd, sleeping cat-like creature infront of him like a pair of shoes that he was contemplating buying. "But Mom..." he began, "Why do I need this stupid Abra??" Gene's mother walked out of the kitchen, her brow furrowed.
"Because," she stated, "This is a specially trained Abra, that will zap you when your'e neglecting your studies! Heaven forbid that you have, what with that sixth sense of yours!" Gene stumbled and fell down, screeching noisily,
"Mooommm! You know I don't have a 'sixth sense'! Stop being so silly!" Gene winked, trying to look nonchalant. But everybody knew he was a bad actor.
"Come on Gene, it's no use hiding it." Said his mom, "I mean, suddenly screaming 'Oooh, my head! It must be a ghost Pokemon nearby!!' then running out the classroom for a twenty minute period isn't exactly discreet."
Gene huffed, "But come on, Mom! A Pokemon that helps you study? Pokemon aren't for studying! They're for fighting! If you're going to give me this useless thing, at least let me go on a Pokemon journey like everyone else in my class!"
His mother was dumbfounded, "I GET THIS TO HELP YOUR STUDIES AND YOU WANT TO GO USE IT TO HELP NEGLECT THEM MORE?! ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!" she screamed, waving her hands frantically. Gene swore that she had broke the sound barrier. He had only seen her like this once before, and that's when he said that her new hairstyle made her look like a Jynx with a bad hairday.
But that's okay, because Gene was the king of reasoning. "But mother.." He said, adding in a tinge of politeness. He dropped his chin to his chest. "The best way to learn is to go out and study it firsthand! And I promise that if you let me, I'll even bring all my text books and study in all my free time!" But his mother still wasn't convinced. And who's mom would be? It's downright unreasonable. But Gene persisted. It took him a good three hours of nagging and begging before she finally succombed and let him go. So he went, got his Pokedex, and got his Pokemon, Abra, registered and went along his way.
***
And that's why Gene was hugging the gigantic suitcase underneath him to his chest. He gritt his teeth, "Man, stupid books! I could move through this storm if I didn't have them! As soon as this clears, I'm going to burn all of them!"
Before Gene knew it, the undeniable noise of a Pokeball opening was heard. Abra screamed "ABBRA!" and Gene felt a sharp pain throughout his body, causing him to let go of the suitcase. The storm sent him flying backwards like oh so many pieces of paper caught in the wind.
"AAABBRRRAAAAAAA!" he screamed, his voice almost sucked away through the vaccuum of the storm, "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU LAZY-WHOA!" Abra had appeared before Gene and grabbed him by the arm. Gene and Abra suddenly snapped out of existence faster then you could say "The Poor Pokemon Puked in the Pickles".
Gene found himself hovering about eight feet above the ground, right next to the door of a large building. He fell like a lead brick, hitting the grassy ground with a *THUMP!*. He got up, dusting himself off, mumbling "When I see that stupid Abra again I'll-" But no one ever got to know what he was going to do to Abra, because in the middle of his threat he heard an odd sucking noise. He looked up.
A large, black, sandy suitcase was hovering over his head. He squeaked like a mouse, his pupils became the size of a beebee gun bullet. The black suitcase floated for a moment, then fell straight onto Gene's head, sending him into the ground. He could hear the muffled sounds of the pedestrian's laughter, and a soft "Abbraaa.." next to him.
Gene lifted his hand and clutched it into a fist. It was going to be a long Pokemon journey...
To Be Continued...
It's a bit short, but oh well..