Chapter 1: Charmander
The capturing and training of pokemon was outlawed the moment they came into our world. All pokemon were to be turned over to the police, but I was never one for following rules.
Amidst the rain was a pokeball for me. Everyone had gotten a single pokeball from the sky. Within the first hour many had already broken theirs, but I still had mine when I found that misfortunate pokemon.
The rain was strong and the trees were few and far between. I saw the Charmander cowering beneath one of them. It was shielding the flame on its tail, which was weak and steaming.
I slowly walked over to it, surprised when it cowered away from me. I wondered if someone had mistreated it. I stripped off my backpack and reached inside for my bag of strawberries. Its nostrils flared at the scent of the fruit. I carefully handed them to it. The Charmander immediately shred the bag and engulfed the berries.
“Do you need help?” I asked it. It didn’t respond but the answer was clear. I pulled off my jacket and held it over the Charmander. “My house isn’t far from here. I have a nice fireplace that you can curl up next to if you’d like.”
“Char!” The pokemon replied excitedly. It began to walk and I kept the jacket over it. I was freezing without my jacket, but at least the pokemon was safe from the rain.
In a of couple minutes we arrived at my house. When I opened the front door Charmander bolted inside. Curled up next to the fire, its tail burned brighter. I sat down next to it. It looked so peaceful and it radiated warmth.
“Hey, Tren, open up!” someone called from the front door. It was Lenden. What did he want? Charmander glanced over, then gazed back at the fireplace.
There was a good chance Lenden had caught a pokemon, and was here to see if I still had my pokeball. If he found Charmander I wasn’t sure what he’d do to it. He wasn’t the nicest of people.
I took the pokeball out of my backpack. It was time.
Lenden banged on the door. “I said open up, Tren! I know you’re in there.”
I stood, took a deep breath and threw the ball. With surprising speed, Charmander saw the ball and rolled out of the way. The ball bounced off the floor and rolled over to the fireplace. I moved to grab it. Charmander opened its mouth and a stream of fire burst out, blocking my path to the pokeball.
That’s when Lenden broke down the door. “There you are,” he said, grinning. A Drowzee walked in behind him. He did have a pokemon after all.
I turned to Charmander. “Go!” I whispered. “Get out of here.”
Charmander looked between me and Lenden. It grabbed my coat and wrapped it around itself. I could see the material darken where the flame of his tail was. He jumped through the window, disappearing into the night.
“And who was that?” Lenden asked in a pseudo-pleasant voice.
“What are you talking about?” I asked innocently.
“Well, there’s a big hole in your window. I’m assuming you haven’t taken up the hobby of breaking windows.”
“Cut the crap, get out of my house before I call the police and report you and your pokemon.”
He made a tsk sound and stepped toward me. “Now that hardly seems necessary. Besides, I see you still have your pokeball. Are you going to give that to them while you’re at it?”
I stepped between him and my pokeball.
“My patience wears thin,” he sighed. “Drowzee, if you please.”
Drowzee raised his three fingered hand. It began to shimmer and the pokeball rose from the ground. It flew around me and into Lenden’s hand.
“Give that back!” I yelled. I ran at him.
“Confusion,” Lenden said firmly.
My vision spun and I tripped, hitting the floor hard. I struggled to my knees.
I felt my muscles growing weak. My vision began to blur. I tried as hard as I could to stay awake but before long I collapsed to the floor and fell asleep.