Hey everyone, I'm vulcan539, and this is my first ever fanfic. I apologise in advance for the how terrible this will be. English was my worst subject at school, and I struggled with it the entire time I was there but, I hope to improve my writing and story telling skill as time goes on.
I'm writing this as part of my URPG story, but thought it best to post hear to get reviews and help from the community. I welcome all constructive comments and critisim.
Chapter 1 & 2
Chapter 1: A journey of 1000 miles
Ever now I can remember the first time I met my Nidoking, back then it was a Nidoran.
I was about 10 or 11 at the time and out walking one evening just thinking about what I was going to do in the coming years. Being a trainer wasn’t ever high on my list, what was though, was understanding Pokémon and more spsificly, poison typed Pokémon the world over.
This interest in a type, which was frowned upon by everyone at school, and even my family, and generally considered weak, gross, too filthy to keep around, etc.
This out casting and simple disregard for these Pokémon made me sad, and over time made it hard for me to feel accepted by many people. Growing up as a kid, I had only a couple of friends who while still thought it was strange that I loved the “unlovable” Pokémon, but were kind enough to not use it as an insult.
But back to how I met him, sitting atop a small rise I watched a few Pokémon playing in the grass, as a couple flew overhead. it was here that I meet him, lying back in the grass, I felt a sharp pain in my back, jumping up and yelping in pain, and quickly feeling sick I looked to see I had unknowingly lain down on a Nidoran who had gone to sleep in my shadow, while scared, frightened feeling very sick as I processed this I ran home crying in pain as the poison was coursing throughmy back to swell up in pain.
I looked half dead at the time according to my family, they also told me that one of my neighbours found me stumbling down the road.
When I had come round and the effects of the poison had for the most part worn off, I was in the Celedon city hospital, my father was in the room, and still scared half ran half fell out of bed and into his arms.
About a week later I was well enough to walk around freely without needing to sit down ever few meters. And though despite my parent’s orders not to head out to the field alone again, I did, in secret while they were at work and I was meant to be at home getting over the poison completely.
It took longer than I ever remember it taking to get to the field, but once I was there the smell of the air, and feel of grass beneath me felt incredible.
Sitting down atop the rise and this time cheeking where I lay down as to avoid Nidoran. As I sat there, I’m not sure how long I was there just letting the world pass me by, as I watched some Nidoran play, I felt fear and excitement, for the amount of power that the small creatures had amazed me, and it was then I knew that while I used to dream about researching them, it was now more than ever before, that understanding these Pokémon was my life goal, what I truly felt was my purpose.
I got home later then intended, that day. When I arrived my mother was standing at the front door. I didn’t have to be told I was in trouble. Took myself to my room and closed the door behind me.
The next few weeks went by and I was back at school and feeling like I was disconnected from the world more so than normal. Right then I didn’t want to be around people, but around the Pokémon the roamed the fields.
The week from that point dragged on and in the time I spent alone in my room, I started thinking about what it would be like to just leave home one morning, and head towards pallet town and become Professor Oak’s assistant there. I had seen and heard on TV and radio that he had 100’s of Pokémon roaming his lab there. Over the next weeks, I planned to my escape from my family and friends, and to begin my journey to become a Pokémon researcher.
I was stashing food under my bed, and picking what clothes to wear on the way, making sure I had spare clothing for if I got wet or dirty, rain jacket for if it started raining, and a dozen other items which in hindsight were completely pointless and just made the journey that much harder.
The weekend came and I had manage to sneak a map from school into my bag on the way out of class that afternoon, and with that I was all set to go.
I woke early the next morning and carried out my normal routine. Showered, had some breakfast and then that’s when things stopped being normal. I went back to my room to make my bed, once done I placed the good bye note on my pillow then picked up my pack. I took a moment to look around my room, here I felt sadness that this would be the last time I may see it, I felt sad, afraid, excited and a whole mixture of emotions, biting my lip I turned my back and started, first milestone was the front door, and a moment to take one last look at home as a tears started welling and a few moments later started running down my checks.
I broke into a run, heading towards Pallet town and the begging of a new life.
Chapter 2: A friend in Need
Even in the early Saturday morning, people were awake and moving about, “maybe I should have woken earlier,” I thought to myself.
I made my way towards the fields on the outskirts of town towards Celadon and down the Cycle Bridge and then cut across country towards Pallet town once I got to route 17. As I made my way across town easily and ‘unnoticed’ I entered the fields where I used to sit and watch the world go by.
My eyes still red from crying but for now, they had stopped running. As I made my way across the dewy wet field I could hear kids yelling at something or someone.
I felt fear in my gut as while I was too far off to make out what they were saying; the voices were familiar to me.
I moved quickly towards the yelling, as I got closer to the source of the voices I recognised the voices as some of the other kids from school who have teased and bullied me over the years, but regardless I felt the need to see what they were doing, despite all my instincts telling me to run home to the safety of my bed and dreams.
As I drew close enough to see what was happening what I believed was confirmed two of the school bullies had cornered a Pokémon against a tree and were hitting it with a stick.
At this sight I froze, I always thought they were mean, but never did I think they would beat a Pokémon for fun. My eyes started to water as I stood frozen in place and watched this brutality against a defenceless creature.
I’m not sure if they just got bored or heard me crying but one of them turned around and saw me standing there shocked and tears running down my checks.
“Hey isn’t that the freaky poison kid from school?” One of them spoke,
“ha?” said the other, mid swing, followed by a cry from the Pokémon.
“Yeah it is,” said the first one. “Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise, we get to play with the Pokémon and the kid today.” He replied in a sickly happy tone.
As the two kids stood there over the beaten Pokémon, I could see that it was a small Nidoran and in a moment I understood what the bullies comment had meant.
What I did next I could not really explain, as everything inside me told me to run and save myself I did the opposite, I ran at the bullies, out of anger, sadness, hatred I’m not sure, but for a moment I took them by surprise and half charged half fell into the one without the stick as I slipped on the wet grass toppling over one another and sprawling ourselves on the ground.
As we both got to our feet, I found myself between the Nidoran and the bullies, while outnumbered I stood my ground.
Looking back now lots of guts, not a lot of brains in this decision, as the next thing I remember is being struck in the gut and collapsing on the cold grass before being kicked, punched and beaten for what felt like an eternity. I’m not sure if I passed out or got numb to the strikes, but what I remember is just lying there unable to move for the longest of time, a look of shock and pain attached to my face as blood ran from a split lip and blooded nose.
I’m not sure at what point but the Nidoran that had been the first victim of their attack had crawled over and started licking my wounds, still to shocked to move, I felt its tongue against the bruises on my face.
As I lay there motionless and scared, the feeling stared to truly return to my body, and quickly followed was the pain.