Hey gang. I've had this idea since B/W came out or a little after. I dunno if I'll expand upon it or not. Feel free to leave any comments, tips, complaints you have regarding this chapter.
The low rumbling hum sounded through the cockpit and the cargo bay alike. The aero plane defied gravity at is flew by white, puffy clouds with ease. The tips of the plane’s wings were blue, along with the tip of the tail fins. Inside the plane‘s cockpit, a man in an aviator’s jacket and head-set radio piloted the aircraft. In front of him various switches and buttons, lights blinking, gauges spinning. This collaborative of engineering and science soared in the sky, approaching the Unova Region.
Several large wooden crates sat in the cargo bay, each holding a product or resource that the Unovans found priceless. Computers, medicine, food items, clothing, furniture, literature, sports equipment, and the list goes on. It was obvious the Unovans imported more than they could ever wish to export.
Still, the metal flying machine flew on, above the blue, endless sea. Then, a slinking shadow plastered against the fuselage of the plane moved, revealing that it was the shadow of a person. A man, no older than twenty five years old, stepped out from behind a storage crate. He had dark brown hair, cut very short, almost shaven. His facial features were handsome, yet tired. He was in need of a good shave, stubble covered his chin and sideburns were starting to form. The man braced himself against a smaller crate and stretched his legs. He was wearing old, worn out jeans, small holes forming on the left knee. His shoes were in no better condition. Dark grey, with the laces starting to fray and the soles nearly used up. Around his waist was a tan belt, on clipped on it, four Pokeballs.
The man looked out a small round window. The distant shoreline of Unova could be seen. He was close. He knelt down and scooped up his backpack, a durable one used for traveling, and his black jacket. He quickly unzipped his bag and withdrew a pair of thick goggles. Adjusting the strap of the eye-wear while putting them on, he threw on his jacket. He buttoned his jacket before slinging the backpack over his shoulder.
Looking past the towering crates, he finally spotted the hanger door switch. Crawling over the miniature wooden towers, he hopped down in front of the red button and large, metal door. He simultaneously grabbed a Pokeball on his belt and pressed the hanger door switch, causing a loud, obnoxious beeping to sound throughout the plane. The hanger door produced a clanking sound as it opened up to the grand sky. The man braced himself as he inched near the edge, Pokeball still in hand. The rushing wind rang his eardrums and nearly sucked him off the plane. Finally, after mentally preparing himself, he leaped into the open air, instantly starting to plummet towards the sea. Faster and faster he descended, his head falling first, continued by the rest of his body. He clicked the button on his Pokeball, which in turn popped open in a bright flash of light.
The man was no longer falling, but instead flying atop a large, dark blue Pokemon with red legs and black talons. A yellow beak screeched as it outstretched it’s wings and puffed out it’s red chest.
“Ok Swellow, get a few feet above the water and take us to land.”
The Swallow Pokemon obeyed. It swooped down about five feet above the surface of the water and flapped it’s mighty wings once more, putting both Trainer and Pokemon in a glide. The man looked down at the water he was flying over, only to see his own reflection zooming along with him. The two identical men kept staring at each other, studying each other.
Another screech from Swellow caused the man to look up. The Eastern shore of Unova was coming into view, as well as the outline of a small settlement.
“Ok Swellow, veer towards that rocky cliff.”
The Flying Type adjusted it’s left wing, causing it to glide towards a rock face with a sliver of sandy land in front of it.
Above the sand, the man hopped off and returned Swellow. He started walking towards the small town he saw while flying in, sand filling his shoes. As soon as he rounded the corner of the rock wall, he saw it. It resembled a resort, small beach houses and villas, tables shaded by large, colorful umbrellas, and a body of water in the center that ran back into the sea. People and Pokemon alike were lounging and sun tanning, some sipping cool beverages while doing so. Immediately in front of him was a red roofed building, with glossy blue windows, the PokeCenter.
After throwing his goggles back in his bag he enters the center and walks up to the pink haired nurse behind the counter.
“Excuse me miss, but could you tell me what town this is?” He asked, trying to be as polite as possible.
The nurse gave him a warm smile before happily responding “This is Undella Town. What can I help you with?”
“Um, could you point me in the direction of a place called Black City?”
The nurse gave him a strange look, which he disregarded. She was probably wondering how someone didn’t know where Black City was.
“Just head south out of town and walk along Route 14. You should see it from the distance.”
“Thank you, ma’m.”
He turned and walked out, now knowing how to get to his destination.
Upon walking back into the bright sunlight he noticed the warm temperature. As he takes off his jacket and places it in his backpack, leaving him wearing a pale blue t-shirt. He looks south. Sure enough, a path starts, leading into mist. What came after that, was anybody’s guess.
He stood back up, dusted the sand off of himself, and walked past the beach and into Route 14.
The sun seems to have been blotted out of the sky. No beams of light shone down on him like they did in Undella Town. Mist, however. There was an abundance of mist. He groaned. How could he see a town in the distance when he could barely see six feet in front of him? Still, he trudged, crossing small bridges, past waterfalls, and around tall grass.
“Better not catch anything yet.”
A voice sounded from the fog suddenly, stopping him in his tracks.
“Hey! Hey you! Wait up!”
A young man came running up to our foreign Trainer. He had light blue hair, which matched his eyes. He also had on a vest like get-up, with an orange torso and black sleeves. His pants matched, black with orange stripes running down to his orange boots.
The Ace Trainer unclipped a Pokeball from his belt and held it up.
“We’re gonna have Pokemon Battle!” he yelled.
“I kind of have to get somewhere, kid…”
The Ace Trainer looked down, then back up at the foreigner.
“I won’t take no for an answer! Now man up and battle!”
“If it’ll let me get going….”
The younger Trainer sent out his Mienshao, a bipedal Pokemon that resembled a violet weasel. The fur on it’s arms looked like two long sleeves, giving the whole image of the Pokemon an oriental look. The Foreigner threw out his own Pokemon, a large, grey Pokemon with a drill like horn atop it’s head. Stone like hide covered most of it’s body, it had a cream colored stomach, which also looked sturdy, and a thick tail slammed the ground behind it.
“Hah! A Rhydon! Those are part Rock Type!”
The Foreigner didn’t move, nor did his Rhydon. The Ace Trainer continued.
“Mienshao is a Fighting Type! We’ll bust your Pokemon into little bits!”
“Just hurry up and attack already. I have places to be.”
“Fine, fine. Mienshao, use Jump Kick!”
The Martial Arts Pokemon sprang upward towards the larger Pokemon, clawed foot outstretched.
“Wait for it, Rhydon. Then you know what to do.”
The Drill Pokemon nodded, and as soon as Mienshao was a few feet away, Rhydon swiped it’s arm and grabbed the Fighting Type around the leg, halting it’s Jump Kick.
“Wha- How’d you do that?”
“Ok Rhydon, do it.”
The horn on Rhydon started to spin and buzz, sounding like a powerful electrical drill. Letting out a mighty roar, Rhydon swung the Mienshao down on the drill as the Ace Trainer watched on in terror. The Horn Drill attack hit straight on, the spinning horn burrowing right through Mienshao’s torso, causing blood to gush everywhere.
Rhydon dropped the fainted Pokemon onto the floor, before letting out another small roar.
“Good job, Rhydon. Return.”
The large hole was slightly below and to the right of Mienshao’s chest. More blood was spilling out as the Ace Trainer returned the unconscious Fighting Type.
“I’d get it to a PokeCenter pretty soon.”
The Trainer gave the older man a bewildered look before sprinting north toward Undella Town, vanishing into the mist.
Twenty minutes later, he was still walking through the mist. He climbed up a small series of steps, gasping at what he saw at the top. Through the mist he saw bright, blurred lights, hundreds of them, all clumped together.
“That must be it. Black City.”
He began to run towards the lights, which became brighter and clearer the closer he got. Soon, the mist had disappeared, revealing Black City. The city itself was nestled in the center of a cluster of large, tall trees, as if a forest had been destroyed to construct the city. Soon, music cut through the mist. Street music, club music, big band sounds. What all did this city hold?
The mist parted ways, opening up Black City. He wasn’t sure where the mist began and where the actual city began. The sky above it always looked like it was night time, and tall black skyscrapers, trimmed with vivid blue lights, made the skyline. The tallest building was located directly in the center of the town, towering above the others.
While the buildings were astounding, the civilians on the ground were…riff raff. Trainers, scruffy looking Trainers, walked the streets. Litter covered the ground. Men in cheap looking business suits were leaning on lamp posts, sneering at the young ladies walking buy. A man in a leather jacket had a young couple cornered down a dank alley. A scream tore through the air, mixing with the steamy fog floating above the city.
“Now I see where they get the name.”
Amidst the sea of filth and black buildings, a small PokeCenter was wedged between two other buildings. One looked to be a office of some sorts. The other, larger one had wooden planks nailed to the doors and windows.
The interior of the PokeCenter was run down and dingy. Cracked tiles, broken chairs, peeling paint. The PC was missing numerous buttons from it’s keyboard and the front counter had various stains on it. The Nurse Joy behind it had messy hair and large bags under her eyes. The Re-Energizing machine was outdated. A large, black rubber hose ran from it’s base to a main plug in the wall.
“I thought this place was know for it’s advance technology…” The Foreigner couldn’t stop himself from saying it. The nurse looked up.
“Oh, it is. But all the big-wigs use the funding and technology on themselves. Opening new clubs, building more casinos….. But a small PokeCenter? Feh.”
This Nurse Joy had a tinge of bitterness in her voice.
“Now do you need your Pokemon healed or what?”
The Foreigner took his eyes away from the small hole forming in one of the corners and turned to the nurse.
“No ma’m. I was wondering if you knew where Malcolm’s Club was.”
The nurse coughed, then pointed to her left.
“Walk down to 5th street, then walk onto Filmore Street. You’ll see the sign,”
“Thank you. Have a good evening.”
The stench and street music hit him again as he made his way to Malcolm’s Club. As he was crossing 5th street he wondered what allowed a town to get this bad. Was it the people of Black City? The Unovans as a whole? Something else?
Once on Filmore Street, he saw it. A large, neon sign with flashing lights read
“MALCOLM’S CLUB. DRINKS, DAMES, DARTS.”
“Here we are….”
The Foreigner ran his hand through his brown hair before kneeling down and unzipping his backpack. From a side pocket he withdrew a plain red bandanna and his goggles. After throwing back on his jacket he adjust his goggles over his eyes and ties the bandanna around his mouth and nose; the combo masks his face.
He walked across the street, Pokeball in hand, and pushes the door open to Malcolm’s Club.
End of Chapter 1.
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