A young man staggered down the road, holding a small bottle of whiskey in his right shaking hand. The city was slowly falling to sleep, taxis raced down the road escorting the drunkards home. The smell of kebabs filled the nostrils of the passers bye and the atmosphere was filled with swear words and antagonising taunts to the local people on the other side of the road. The drunkard man continued to walk down the road before taking a sharp left down a small narrow alley. He walked into the darkness, humming a random out of tone tune. Reaching into his pocket, he removed a cigarette, placing it between his lips. He clicked his fingers and a flame suddenly appeared from the tips of his fingers. He lowered the cigarette and dipped it into the blazing lame. He puffed, inhaling the toxic substance inside the cigarette.
Then seconds later, a loud cry filled the silent sky. The cigarette dropped the floor. The man’s body tumbled to the floor. Blood surged out from the body, filtering down the sewer drain. Then a large unknown boot stamped its heel into the cigarette, extinguishing it, before disappearing into thin air.
Chapter 1: The Bond
“We have breaking news about the mystery murders that have been occurring through out the city. We join our news correspondent; Sarah Humming, who is live in the city. Sarah, what is the situation?”
“We have just been informed by the police that they have found another victim, who has not been named. All the police have told us is that the victim was probably killed by the same killer who murdered the Jonas Family. As with the Jonas Family, the victim’s face was ripped off, by what seemed like claws. I will report back to you when we have more information,”
“Thank you Sarah, this is Radio Orange, bring you all the latest information and latest music to your homes.”
A young boy reached out towards the small portable radio and slowly turned the volume dial down. His medium dark hair hanged just above his pale blue eyes. In his huge right hand was a small television remote. He pushed the pushed the buttons down, sending signals at the speed of light towards the television. Then he slowly tilted his head upwards, looking at a small clock pinned to the wall. He sighed and in his head he started to count to three.
1… 2…. 3….
Then as predicted, door flew open and three boys stormed in. He turned his head and paid little attention to the boys and jolted his head back to the television. The three boys circled him like vultures about preparing to strike their pay. “What you doing, Michael?” one of the boys said. Michael turned his head and faced the boy again. His white blond hair, infused with cheap gel, stood up and he wore a plain white tank top, exposing his so called ‘guns’. He wore a small thin golden chain around his chubby neck. Michael said in response, “Nothing, what do you want now Gary. You have my weeks pocket money; I’ve done all of your homework for this week.”
Gary smirked and signalled for the other two boys to grab Michael. Michael sighed and gave in. There was no point fighting Gary, he was the school bully. He had the whole school under his command. The juniors feared him and even some of the teachers felt threatened by him. Unfortunately Michael had to put up with Gary for his whole school life, ever since they were at kindergarten. Gary called the boys forward and led them to the toilet, next door to the television room. Michael, being dragged by the two boys, realized what Gary was going to do.
“Swirly,” Michael muttered under his breath.
The toilet door slammed open and the two boys dragged Alex’s tall body into one of the cubicles. Gary stood beside the toilet seat and squatted down beside Michael. He whispered into his ear, “You know you’re my favourite victim.” Michael could reply as his head was quickly shoved into the toilet bowl. Then Gary pressed down on the handle and watched as a surge of water circled around Michael’s buried head. Michael felt the water crash against the side of his head. He opened his mouth, gasping for air. He was relieved when he felt the pressure removed from his head and quickly whipped his head out from the bowl. Water cascaded down from his soaking dark hair and landed on the floor. The three boys bursted into laughter and slowly walked away, praising each other for their recent actions. Michael stood up and walked towards the hand towel. He grabbed the hand towel and started to brush his wet damp hair. As he was drying his hair, a young junior walked in and noticed what Michael was doing. Michael said nothing and left the toilets.
For the rest of school, Michael laid low, avoiding contact with almost everyone. Whenever he caught a glimpse of Gary, he would see him imitating what he did to Michael, trying to enhance his popularity. Michael skipped the last lesson and decided to head home early. He walked towards the school car park and withdrew a set of silver keys from his pocket. He pointed the keys towards a large red jeep, located at the end of the car pack. The car flashed once and the doors clicked open. He walked towards the car and began to wish that he was different, that he wasn’t the person the bullies picked on.
He opened the jeep door and threw his day sack onto the back seat. He jumped up onto the driver seat and shut the door. Finally he was in a safe environment, his own personal space. He jabbed the power on button on his cassette player and listened to the relaxing music of Bob Marley. He started the engine and pulled back the clutch, ready to leave this school and the monsters that occupied it. He left the school grounds like a bullet and steamed down the road leading towards the highway. He drove down the road, signing along to the music, “Don’t worry, about a thing. Cause every little thing, s’going be alright.”
Michael soared down the road, ignoring the speeding limits. The road was empty, people were still working, it was just Michael and three miles of road. Then out of nowhere, the weather changed. The sky immediately changed from the bright blue sky, into a dark grey sky. Rain poured down from the heavens and the wind swirled around like it had a mind of its own. However Michael ignored this strange transformation and simply flicked on his head lights. The lights pierced the darkness, revealing only a couple of metres in front of the jeep. Michael slowly turned down the volume of the cassette player and looked up into the sky. It was completely black and the clouds started to flash with lightning. Alex quickly glanced at his watch, wondering if he had been driving longer than he had imagined. However the watch read 4:00pm; something strange was happening.
Random storms were not common in Orange City, in fact the last time they had a storm was ten years ago when freak hurricane suddenly appeared out of nowhere. To this day they don’t know where it came from. Michael started to drive cautiously, knowing that in two minutes he would be home and safe from the storm. Suddenly a stray lightning bolt crashed down a couple of metres from Michael’s car. Michael quickly slammed his foot onto the breaks, halting the vehicle in seconds. He poked his head over the steering wheel and looked out onto the road. The light from the headlights revealed a huge indent from where the lightning bolt had come down; however there was something else that was very strange. Next to the indent was a small steel plate, with small turquoise ball bordering the side. Michael opened the door to the Jeep and hopped out. He carefully walked towards the plate, wondering what it could be. As soon as he was standing right next to it, he bent down onto his knee and started to examine the object.
He slowly reached out his hand and touched the object. It was as cold as ice. He quickly withdrew his hand. He had never seen anything like it. On the back was a crest which resembling an herb. After seconds of wondering what to do, Michael decided to pick it up. He placed both of his soft large hands on both sides of the plate and picked it up. Despite its image, it was relatively light. He flipped the object over and stood in amazement with what he saw. On the other side was a face, with two huge yellow eyes bulging out. The eyes were closed and into between the closed eyes was a small turquoise ball, representing a nose. Michael was truly amazed with what he had just seen, however started to question its origin. He had never seen something like this before and he didn’t know what to do with it. Does he keep it? Does he hand it into the officials? Does he call the National Guard? Then all of a sudden the eyes popped open.
Michael dropped the object and took a couple of spaces back. The object fell towards the ground however hovered before landing. The living object looked up at Michael. Michael didn’t know what to do and stood still, frozen in fright. The object started to move closer to Michael, circling the human being. It stopped and closed its eyes. Michael sighed and pinched himself, hoping it was all a dream. After pinching himself, Michael looked back up at the object and noticed its eyes were closed.
“Phew,” Michael said and he turned his back on the object and walked back to the jeep. Then the objects eyes pinged back up and suddenly threw itself towards Michael. The object crashed into Michael, however then disappeared. Michael turned around, wondering where the strange object went. Then he felt a sharp pain in his head and then a voice appeared seconds later from inside his mind.
“I am Bronzor, a mysterious creature called Pokemon. I have been sent down to stop the destruction of this planet. You will be my host, my guide and my friend. Over time you will start to feel a new power surging through. That will be my power. It is destiny, Michael Simpson. Our bond has been written in ancient scriptures, we must live up to our destiny”
Michael was speechless. He had just absorbed a so called Pokemon into his body and it could talk. This voice also foretold of the world being destroyed and that Michael will get powers. The strangest thing was that it knew Michaels full name. Michael calmed himself down and started to try and communicate with this voice.
“Bronzor, what is a Pokemon?” Michael said.
“We are creatures that live in a parallel universe to yours. Some of us have the power to breathe fire, or manipulate water. Some have the power to control things with their mind or produce sparks of electricity,” Bronzor replied.
Michael paused for a second, taking everything in. He then asked, “What is your power?”
“I have the power to control objects by telekinesis. I also have the power to withstand temperatures over 500 degrees.” Bronzor said.
Michael’s face suddenly lit up. If what Bronzor said was true, soon Michael would have the power to move objects with his mind and also withstand blazing temperatures. Michael then said, “You mentioned the destruction of the world, but why would the world be destroyed?”
There was a pause before Bronzor replied. Then Bronzor quickly said, “We must go, I sense them coming, quick get into the truck.” Michael felt his body moving towards the jeep without his consent. Bronzor was pushing Michael towards the jeep, using his powers of telekinesis. Michael stuttered the words, “What, who’s coming?”
Bronzor didn’t reply and simply forced Michael into the truck. Michael was no longer in control of his own body; he was simply a puppet with Bronzor acting as a puppet master. Michael looked into his rear view mirror and noticed a white truck quickly driving down the road. Then he felt his foot slamming onto the acceleration pedal. The jeep quickly sped off down the road, slowly getting further and further away from the white truck. Michael was relieved and managed to catch Bronzor off guard, and slammed his foot on the breaks.
“Now Bronzor, tell me. Who were those people?” Michael said to Bronzor.
Bronzor didn’t reply. Michael had a small idea why that would be. Right in from of them was the white van. It appeared out of thin air, almost like it had teleported right in front of them. Two people exited the white van and slowly walked towards Michael. Michael decided to talk to these people, hoping to try a diplomatic approach. He looked up at the people and started to analyse them. One was a tall lanky man with his whole right arm covered in tattoos. He had long dark brown hair that covered his eyes. His jeans were ripped around the knee and his jeans draped across the ground. He fixed his eyes to the other figure and noticed that it was a woman. She had blonde short hair that was brushed to the side. She wore a black sleeveless jacket and long trousers, which were tucked into her leather boots.
“Get him,” the woman cried. The tall lanky man slowly ran towards Michael, raising his right fist. His fist was suddenly set a light and slammed his fist towards Michael. Michael quickly dodged to his left and stared at the man.
“Who is he?” Michael asked Bronzor.
“He has the power of Magmar, which means he can generate fire from his hands or mouth,” Bronzor replied.
Michael quickly dodged another strike. All the time Michael was evading the oncoming attacks, he was gradually being guided back towards his jeep. He jumped back, evading the barrage of punches; however now his back against the jeep bonnet. He was trapped. The tall lanky man raised his fist again and slammed it down onto Michael. Michael protected his face by raising his hands to meet the sweltering heat that was produced from the fist. The fist slammed down onto his arm. Michael cried out loud and repelled the blazing fist. Silence filled the air. Michael glanced down at his arms and noticed that there were no burn marks, no cuts or bruises.
The tall lanky man started to slowly take a couple of paces backwards. He turned his face to the woman, clueless of what to do next. She said, “Quick get over her. This boy has already started to drain the powers of its Pokemon within minutes of the transformation. They were right, he is the one.”
The man quickly raced across to the woman and held her hand. She looked up into the stormy sky and suddenly disappeared. Michael was still amazed that he had managed to fend off a blazing punch, and didn’t realize the people had disappeared.
“Michael, we must go at once. They could send more people after us if we stay here.” Bronzor said to Michael.
Michael agreed and returned to the Jeep. He opened the door and leaped back into the car. The events of the past five minutes circled through his head. He couldn’t believe it, he managed to withstand fire. Michael pushed his foot down on the acceleration peddle and drove down the empty road.
“So Bronzor, where are we going?” Michael asked Bronzor.
“To a friend of mine, there all your questions will be answered,” Bronzor said.