Newbreed; Pokemon Frontier [PG-13]

Started by The Newbreed April 6th, 2009 3:53 PM
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Hey everyone

Umm...lol, where to start, where to start...

I'm making a fanfic...I will be editing this first post once I have more chapters...and chapter 1 will be here.







The Newbreed; Pokemon Frontier



Chapter One: Illusionist

Dark, lifeless shadows cast over the empty nighttime street. Chris walked along, exhausted. Honchkrow by his side, perched upon his shoulder, gave a menacing glance towards any wild alley Pokemon eyeing them from the shadows. Chris' dark brown hair was almost invisible under the midnight moon, and the whites of his eyes glowed with an eerie fierceness. He walked with a slight limp, and Honchkrow was aware something was wrong.

"Nitewing, I want you to scan the area, there's a slight chance of reds occupying the area.”

Without delay, the Honchkrow, Nitewing, shot up, eyes opened wide, observing the land below. It flew around a few times, circled a few buildings, and returned to it's position on Chris' shoulder. As soon as Nitewing landed, a slight rustling came from a short distance away. Chris immediately turned and pointed in the direction of the noise, the sides of his hooded sweatshirt flapping in the dusk breeze.

The noise was coming from a garden, not a very pleasant looking garden with all dead or nearly dead flowers. In the garden the silhouette of a man crouched over was visible thanks to the slim glow the moon cast from between two nearby skyscrapers.

"Nitewing, Dark Pulse!".

Nitewing promptly opened its beak, a black aura forming a vortex inside it. The great bird thrusted its body forward launching a swirling vortex of dark force towards the distant man. He swung his arm wildly, a bright light lit up the night. Another silhouette, a Pokemon's, appeared next to him.

"Toxicroak, Gunk Shot!”

A huge purple-colored sphere of toxic blasted out, slightly missing Chris' head. The Dark Pulse attack faded away into the night as the man came running towards Chris.

"Are you with the Red Gyrados Clan?!” he was yelling and running simultaneously, fists held out.

"No, I'm a free agent. I wouldn't dare to work for the pathetic Reds.” Chris looked insulted at the stranger's question.

They exchanged intense glances, circling each other with an intense sense of uncomfort between the both of them. Chris offered to return his Pokemon and prompted the stranger to do so as well. Gesturing towards Nitewing, Chris stared down the stranger. The man offered to return his Pokemon as well.

"Nitewing, status: fine. Return!". Chris' Poke-Ball shot forward a red laser light, which engulfed Nitewing's body and drew it away into the ball. The strange man did the same.

"Who are you working for?"

"I'm with the Golden Scyther clan. A new recruit, a scout by their rankings.". The man replied hastily and seemed unsure of himself, yet Chris was tired and chose to believe him. They shook hands and turned their separate ways.

***

The next morning, it was still relatively foggy and a slight layer of mist sprayed the city. A loud, obnoxious beeping sound went off. An alarm clock rang loudly throughout the apartment, and the faint noise of whining tenants who had slept-in groaned weakly.

"Everyone, wake up. I have prepared a feast of a break-a-fast!".

Chris slowly staggered his eyes open, looking from his bunk towards Riley, still in his apron. Riley had dark, long black hair and a very distinguished face with a large handlebar mustache. Yet through Chris' fresh morning eyes Riley was still blurry and although he didn't want to wake up, Riley was very pushy.

Riley happily skipped back into the dining room. Everyone else was already up and getting dressed and washed. Chris slowly pushed himself up, and it was quite embarrassing, because for anyone looking at him it looked as though he couldn't support his own weight. He was finally up and awake by the time everyone was already in the dining room feasting on Riley's meal. He threw on his boxers, jeans, and belt, followed by his socks, shoes, shirt and hoodie. Lastly he fastened his necklace, which was a silver and black cross with spiky edges, and slid on his fingerless gloves.

The children sat around the table enjoying their meal. Riley scanned the table until he reached Chris' usual seat, placed at the corner of the long clothed table. The room was lit by a flickering lamp, and the walls and trim seemed old-fashioned at best.


"Does anyone know where Chris is?" he asked, searching the kid's faces for an answer. But still they all remained silent.

Just as Riley had realized that no one knew, the closed door flew open. Chris kicked the door open, his strange yet usual manner of opening and closing doors. He promptly sat at the table, and quickly began to eat as though he had been sitting there from the start.

"Children, are your Pokemon well rested?", the lovely voice of Madam Giselle drifted through the doorway at the opposite end of the table. Chris thought Madam Giselle was enchanting, her beautiful long red locks of hair, and her beautiful eyes which were a pryscilline blue shade. Of course Chris couldn't mention it to anyone for fear of being ridiculed much like he was scared to mention much of anything to anyone.

Chris' parents had died long ago, and Chris never knew why. Growing up in the orphanage had a strange effect on Chris, and the others for that matter. Keeping to himself, being extremely shy, and not really trusting anyone were normal traits for the orphans.

Madam Giselle strolled into the room, with a younger lady next to her. Pete, one of the orphans, immediately asked;

"Miss G, is that your daughter!? Did you have sex!? When did you have sex!?".

Chris gave Pete a nasty look. Pete didn't notice but Madam Giselle did and she blushed along with the younger lady at Pete's stupid question. She explained that the girl was her niece, and that she had in fact not made love with anybody.

"Pete, what's your problem?" Chris asked, staring Pete down across the table. Pete just ignored him although he had obviously noticed.

Forgetting Pete, Chris turned towards Madam Giselle's neice. She had beautiful red hair, just like her aunt. Her eyes were green but just as beautiful as Madam Giselle's especially with the innocent and beautiful shroud of youth.

"Hello, my name is Melanie.". The girl had her hands crossed and tightly clenched. She seemed tense, and Chris noticed her quickly looking around the room.

Chris got up and offered her a tour of the facility. Indeed this surprised the other orphans but unknown to them, Chris was apparently a real gentleman. He showed her the dining room, and of course introduced the orphans, leaving Pete for last.

"This is the bunk room, we all sleep here." Chris explained.

"I'm sorry if you can't tell I'm incredibly nervous."

Her shy and blushing face made Chris break out in a cold sweat. He suddenly heard loud noises coming from back in the dining hall. Growling and groaning. Figures, the other kids let out their Pokemon without waiting for me... he thought. His eyes dimmed with irritation.

"Melanie, do you have any Pokemon?".

She nodded and released two Pokemon. One was small and round, with a larger head then it's body. It had pink petals extending from its head. The other was large, orange, and turtle-like. Large amounts of steam puffs released from its nostrils.

They were Cherubi and Torkoal, as far as Chris recognized.

"Tork! Tooooorkoal?". Torkoal turned its head, and puzzle looks met Chris directly. Chris leaned down and patted Torkoal on the head, to which it shyly stepped back.

"What kind of Pokemon do you have?", Melanie asked.

"Well...not to sound stuck up, but...alot actually.".

He led her out to the backyard, the wide open space for the orphan's Pokemon to live in until needed. Taking her hand, he led her to the corner and there was a large crowd of Pokemon.

Among them, a Swampert emerged and leaped at Chris, knocking him over playfully.

"Skipper! Get off, haha!". Melanie watched, looking confused and quietly petting her Pokemon.

"Oh, excuse me! I forgot to introduce you! This is my trusted partner and best friend...Skipper the Swampert!". Skipper was Chris' most powerful Pokemon, and his partner. Most of the other orphans noticed that whenever they saw Chris, Skipper was almost always with him.

Chris led Skipper, Melanie, and her Pokemon back into the orphanage, the name of which was Silver Wing Orphanage. Chris returned once again into the dining room, everyone was mingling and interacting with their Pokemon. Chris let Melanie go and exclaimed that he was going out for a morning walk. The brisk morning air hit Chris' face with a surprising effect. The world was alive and thriving again and so was Chris...especially compared to last night.

Across the street from the entrance, a strange wooden stand was set up. On it in black paint was Illusionist Extraordinaire. Intrigued by the strange setup, Chris and Skipper approached the stand.

"Why, hello there, orphan youth!". The man was happy, very happy.

"Greetings sir.".

"What brings your unflourished mind to my stand? Come to have your very eyes tricked?".

Chris groaned. "Ugh. Sure.". Skipper simply looked at Chris and shrugged.

The man pulled forth a deck of cards. He set them down, and had Chris pick one.
Chris picked the Ace of Spades. The man took the card without looking and shuffled them speedily. He them lay down five random cards from the deck and put back the others.

"Is this your card?". Holding the Ace of Spades, Chris was amazed. He couldn't believe it, nor did he.

"But...but...how?". Chris' jaw was dropped. The man laughed eerily and threw the cards to the ground. Now they all said Ace of Spades.

"Impossible!"

Chris confronted the man, and as serious as Chris' gaze was, the man smirked arrogantly.

"Nothing, young child, is impossible. It is magic, it is illusion!".

"It's a trick, manipulation of perspective to be exact.".

"A large vocabulary will only reinforce your point if you know how to use it." The man laughed.

"Perception is not a reality, it's a concept, and one cannot truly know exactly what one's eyes have bestowed upon him."

The man laughed, then calmy resumed his stance, and pointed away, turning his head. Chris growled and stomped away.

Melanie was watching from the window...clutching the curtains with her Pokemon behind her.


End of Chapter One