[Pokémon] From the Ashes

[PokeOutlaw]

Hello readers! Get ready for an action-packed, grity fan fiction with a little comedy thrown in for flavor. What would happen if a balls-out, explosive action movie were combined with pokemon? This is not your grandparents' Pokemon world. There will be no spunky child with a heart of gold. There will be no ditsy gradeschool crushes. This is From the Ashes...

Chapter One
sins of the father​

Mason was not a normal child. Sure, he looked normal with his dirty blonde hair and blue eyes but he grew up in a household of anger and fear. His mother always was afraid of his father. His father, Swanson, was not afraid of anything. He was a member of Team Rocket; a criminal organization that did things he wasnt allowed to talk about at home. Swanson was gone most the time, but when he was home he could switch on and off like a light at the drop of a hat. God help little Mason if the dinner was burnt. He was only 15 after all when his father picked him up for school. That day would change everything for Mason, although his father spoke of it oftern he never really expected it to come. Swanson always said that he'd make a man out of tiny little Mason and today was the day to do such a thing.​

Their car arrived up into the parking lot of an old abandoned warehouse. The engine purred as it glided towards the towering metal gate door. The warehouse came to life with a roar when the gate began to open. Two large, muscular men were pushing the doors to the side for the car to pass through. Mason, frightened, looked up at Swanson. He smiled back down at his boy for he knew what was to come. Inside the building felt much larger, like it was meant to house something large; and secretely.​

"Where are we going daddy?" asked Mason.​

"We're going to show you what your daddy does at work," said Swanson with a sly grin across his face.​

The doors closed and what light and noise that came from outside was gone. It was dark and silent. Also, what little sense of comfort he had in his car was gone when he was yanked out by the arm and a bag was placed over his head. Screaming and wiggling did nothing. They were taking him someplace. The sound of doors swinging open and closed made Mason think they were going down a hallway. ​

"Im sorry son but this is for your own good; for the good of the family." His voice got quieter like he was staying behind in the hallway as they entered the room. The room had a single swinging light hanging in the center. As it swung past his face, Mason squinted and could see the large red R on the sac over his head. ​

The bag was removed and he was revealed to be tied to a wooden chair in a damp badly lit bathroom. The floor tiles were black and white and the sinks and stalls were broken and rusty. The only thing in the room was the two men who dragged him in and another, still covered, man across from him in another chair. ​

The entry doors swung open and in walked Swanson. He was putting on black rubber gloves and he carried a briefcase. Snapping his fingers the men untied the boy and opened the briefcase in front of him. It clicked as it swung open and inside was revealed to be a pokeball. Mason hesitated to grab it but his father pulled it out of the briefcase and, dropping the case, threw the ball at the man tied up as hard as he could. A bright flash of light filled the room and out popped a Scyther pokemon. It stepped in front of the man as he whimpered from the blow of the pokeball. It knew what it was supposed to do and had probably done it before.​

"Son," Swanson began, "You have two choices you either bring the Scyther back using this," Swanson said handing him a pokeball,"or you can tell him to use cut. Maek your choice. Are you a man Mason my boy? Are you brave enough?"​

Mason stood in schock holding the pokeball and listening to the cries of the hooded man. Everyone in the room was locked on Mason waiting for him to carry out the initiation. His head fell to his chest and his blood ran cold.​

"Yes father." he whispered. Swanson smiled. "I am brave and i am a man, but i am not a monster!" He threw the ball as hard at he could at the pipe making it burts with fire. The room exploded with flames. The cieling was falling all around them. Mason kicked the hooded man in the chest sending his chair safetlly backward into the next room. Mason began to follow him before he heard a laugh. Turning he saw his father on the other side of a wall of flame.​

He limped toward Mason and said with a chuckle, "I told your mother that you wouldnt have what it takes. You are a fool." He began limping toward Mason when a bit of the cieling fell, seperating the two.​

"At least Im getting out of here. Goodbye Dad." He turned and burst through the door. Escaping to the car in the main room; to freedom. Short on time, he threw the man in the trunk of the car and revved the engine as hard as possible. The other team rocket members were closing the doors on them to trap them in! There was a big boom and right as the car scraped the sides of the closing doors and skidded out into the parking lot the entire building collapsed in a ball of fire and ash. ​

They say fire is not a destructive force but a creative one. I births new life from its ash. That's what Mason could be. He had to be it; the phoenix. From now on he would become a pokemon trainer and fight evil men like his father. to become what his mother wanted him to be, to rise From the Ashes!​

 

[PokeOutlaw]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
The Captive​

Speeding down a busy street the car passed other drivers who honked loudly at the swirving automobile. Mason figited wildly in his seat. Sweat rolled off his face as the adrenaline pumped and he became scared. A large bump from the trunk of the car reminded him that the hooded man was still in there. Mason pulled up into the back alley between two high rise buildings. He got out and quickly walked to the trunk and popped it open. Removing the bag over the captives eyes' he got his first glimpse of sunlight in what must have been hours maybe days. His eyes squinted from the brightness and when the intensity of the sun faded he realized he was gazing up upon a small boy in a hoodie and leather jacket; no longer the men who took him.​

Later, at the diner down the street, Mason and the captive sat sipping coffee in a window-side booth. The captive took a long drink as if he was dying of thirst, but realizing its coffee he burned himself. This made Mason smile and in turn made the captive feel just a little more confortable, yet he would often frantically peer out the window into the busy street watching for eyes he felt on his back.​

"So whats your name," asked Mason.​

The captive set his coffee down and looked up at Mason and said, "My name is Samuel Oak, but you can call me Professor Oak; well, on the count of the fact that that's what I am." He smiled when he said this and Mason wondered how someone in so much trouble could be so relaxed.​

"Its nice to me--" Realizing the dire situationn they were in Mason felt it would be wierd to chit chat. "I'm Mason. What happened to you?"​

"Well they were after me for my..." Slam!The door flew open and the jingle of the bells above it followed. Mason and Oak turned quickly in fear they were followed. They saw a man in a coat and hat standing in the doorway looking nervous.​

"Sorry, the wind is brutal out today." He said with an awkward chuckle.​

The rest of the diner went back to its normal activities and Oak leaned into Mason and whispered, "We can't talk here we have to go back to my place."​

Oak got up and put on his coat and headed out the door. Mason got up, took one last sip of coffee, and sprinted out the door behind him yelling, "Where exactly would that be?"​

"You know that big laboratory down in Pallet town a few miles down the road," Mason nodded and approached the drivers door. "Well that's where we're headed, I have something I need to pick up. Oh and this time, Mason, I call shotgun." He smiled and threw Mason the keys.​

 

[PokeOutlaw]

Chapter 3
The Lab​

The trees that lined the road exiting the city were a facade; such a peaceful landscape, mountains and flowers, but close behind were men who aimed to kill our heroes. Mason pulled the car up to the front of the lab. It loomed over the small houses in the distance. It would seem as if the mountains were bowing down to this magnificent building. Oak got out of the car and made a mad dash for the large glass, front door.​

"Damn, I left my access card inside!" he pounded his fists against the glass. He rested his weary head against the wall and right as he was about to give up he heard the rev of the engine behind him and turned just in time to miss the car crashing through the entrance of the lab. "What have you done?"​

"I unlocked the door." said Mason with a grin.​

The two of them climbed over the rubble of brick and glass and were soon in a large, white lobby room with a front desk and what looked like the waiting room. Mason gazed up at the vastness of the building only to realize that once he looked back down Oak was halfway down a hallway. Mason followed. They passed benches, doors, counters, computers, telephones before Oak stopped suddenly; so suddenly in fact that Mason ran right into him and almost knocked him over.​

"Ow, what gives Doc?" Mason looked up at Oak as he stared at the bright sign above two closed swinging doors.​

"This is it. This is my office." Oak ran in and Mason followed once again.​

Once inside Mason realized what exactly went on up to this point. The floor was littered with shattered glass and debri. Books were torn apart. His computer was smashed. Someone went through every drawer in the room. Someone was looking for whatever they were there to retrieve and Mason had a clear idea of who they were; Team Rocket.​

"Over here!" Oak shouted for assistance and Mason went over to help only to find a large, violently beaten machine in the corner. It was circular and had three indentations in it. Oak turned to Mason and said, "This is where trainers have come to choose one of three pokemon for years and years." Oak stared deeply into Mason's eyes, peering into his soul. "This is where i hid it." Oak shoved a shovel into Mason's chest. Oak then took balance against the wall and pushed the machine as hard as possible. It made a terrible screech as it slid across the dusty floors. "Now dig." Mason was confused, but having come this far he was detirmined to find what was so well-hidden.​

With every shovelful of dirt he got out of the ground the faster his heart raced. It was like someone was banging a loud drum in his ears. Oak screamed for him to dig faster, someone was coming, but all Mason could hear was his own heart and fast breath. Dirt and more dirt. He was two feet down before he heard a loud CLANG! He found it. Oak and Mason looked at each other in suprise and relief then quickly dropped to the floor to dig it up completely with their hands. They did exactly that and when they did, what they found suprised Mason.​

It was a pokeball! A regular old pokeball!​

"What is this? Is this some kind of joke, because I sure as hell aint laughing old man!"​

"Shhhhh! Someone's coming."​

"No! You know what? I think that youre just some sorry old--" Mason was interrupted when Oak threw his hand over Mason's mouth. Someone was indeed coming, and they were already there.​

The door swung open and the shadow of a tall, broad man cast itself on the wall behind them. Luckily they were hidden behind Oaks desk and couldnt be seen yet. The man spoke two words; two words and thats all he needed to send chills down Mason's spine. "Theyre here." It was a voice he recognized. It was his father.​

 

[PokeOutlaw]

Chapter 4
Trust​

The large figure in the doorway closed the entryway and left down the hallway. With him went the light and voices from the hallway as well. All Mason and Oak were left with was silence and an unsettling darkness.​

Click! Oak turned on the small lamp on his desk and dropped back down next to Mason on the floor. "Oh this is not good; not good at all. Thats the guy who kidnapped me. He ruined my research. I couldnt get a good look at his face, but that voice, Id recognize it anywhere. It will haunt me in my dreams. Mason? Mason. Are you OK?" Mason didn't look at Oak.​

Instead, Mason just rubbed the dust and dirt off of the pokeball in his hands and stared intently into his reflection in it. Somehow, it seemed as if his reflection stared inquisitively back at him as well. Without looking up he said quietly, "I know. That man, the one who kidnapped you and almost had you killed, his name is Swanson. I know him by a different name though. I call him," Mason looked up finally and stared blankly into Oak's eyes as if to hide his emotions and said, "dad."​

Oak shot up to his feet in suprise and suspicion as a thousand thoughts circulated wildly in his mind. Was this true? If so, what did this mean for him? Was he getting out alive? Most importantly however, Could he trust Mason? ​

Mason rose to meet Oak as his eyes watered up and glistened in the lamplight. He spoke softly as he pleaded, "Im sorry Professor. I promise you though, I am nothing like my father and he is nothing like me. You have to trust me. It's the only way we can get out of this place alive. Please professor you have to believe me." Mason reached a caring hand out towards Oak's shoulders, but Oak just stepped away shaking his head in doubt. One single tear rolled down Mason's cheek as he spit one more word out softly. He said, "Please."​

This one word was all it took to touch Professor Oak. He saw the look in Mason's eyes and knew it was the truth. He lunged foward and grasped Mason in a tight hug. They knew from then on that they could trust one another with their lives.​

The two pulled away from one another.​

"Ok," Oak said quickly, "What now?"​

Mason wiped his eyes and straightened his back as he said firmly, "I'm tired of running from this man. I'm tired of laying my head low. I'm tired of giving in. I'm getting us out of here and I have a plan to do it." He clenched his fist as he said couragously, "Now just one more thing, What size suit do you wear?"​

 

[PokeOutlaw]

Chapter 5
Escape​

Outside of the laboratory Swanson swaggered across the pavement towards a black limousine with tinted windows parked outside for him. Swanson wore all black with a black fadora that masked his face from view. He had a certain strange limp with his step.​

The driver of the limo was leaned against the driver-side door reading a newspaper which was held in front of his face.​

"Driver! Get me out of here; NOW," Swanson barked as he opened the back door of the limousine.​

"Certainly Sir," responded the driver in an almost snarky way.​

The two got in the car and the vehicle slowly pulled out of the drive-way and out into the street. It wasn't alone however. The limo was accompanied by an escort of 4 black mercedes; two in front of the limo and two in the rear.​

Swanson relaxed in the back seat of the car, outstretched in the back seat as he said, "Well my friend, I think that's the last we're going to see of those two little pests."​

The driver looked up into the rear-view window and into Swanson's eyes. Instantly Swnason recognized the eyes and knew who it was. The driver replied with a grid, "I wouldn't count on that Sir." It was Professor Oak!​

Swanson sat back in shock. His eyes opened wide. Mason then leaned slyly into sight from the passenger seat, turning to face his father. He smiled and gave his dad a wink.​

Immediately the limo veared to the left, off onto the exit ramp of the highway. The two escort cars in the front were too far ahead to react and continued helplessly down the busy road. The two in the rear though quickly realized what was going on and darted down the exit ramp after the their boss.​

"You have no idea what your'e doing!" screamed Swanson thrashing side to side with the car as they turned onto the stree below the overpass.​

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing dad. I'm taking you down. Im putting an end to your tyranny once and for all."​

"What? Are you going to kill your old man? HA! Don't make me laugh! You dont have the balls to kill anyone. Your'e no man! I just wish I would have known that before. I would have hung you out to dry. Your'e not Rocket material!"​

"Relax. Im not going to kill you. Im taking you to jail. You'll spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars where you belong! Now buckle up." Mason looked out the back window to see the two escort cars gaining distance on the limo. "This is going to get ugly."​

The limo darted down the road. 100...110....120mph. The trees blurred as they passed by faster and faster. The chase was on. The first car gave the limo a good smack as it rammed the passanger door side. The skid of the tires of deafening as Oak struggled to swirv back on track. The limo and the first car were neck and neck. Oak stared down the driver of the mercedes across from him as they raced quicker.​

Then, out of nowhere a suprising roar came from behind the limo. Mason turned back towards his father to see a massive Charizard swoop down from behind the car. It was after them. Swanson began to chuckle quietly to himself in the backseat.​

Boom! A massive fireball crashed down in front of the limo. Oak almost hit it but swirved around it just in time. Boom! A second fire ball; this time to the side of the limo, in between the two parallel cars. The second fire ball was so close the car that the windows on the passenger side shattered inward onto Mason's lap. They couldn't take another fireball. It would surely hit it's mark.​

"Listen!" Mason turned to Oak and shouted loudly. The sounds of engines, tires, fire, and flapping wings was deafening. "I have a plan. Turn towards the car!"​

"Are you crazy Mason? We'll crash into it!"​

Swanson's light chuckle began to elivate to a maniacal cackle that the two men up front could also hear. It wasn't a normal laugh though. It was a mad man's laugh. It seemed that Mason's father had lost what little sanity he had left along with his son.​

Mason payed no attention. He continued on with Oak. "No! Go towards his front bumber!"​

"But.." Oak was interupted by the sound of the Charizard overhead.​

"DO IT NOW!"​

Oak swirved sharply towards the mercedes. In suprise the driver stepped on the brake and the car slowed down. The limo rocketed across the path of the car and onto the on-coming traffic lane on the other side of the highway. The fire ball the hit right into the hood of the mercedes sending it flying forward, end-over-end into the sky. Flames shot out of the bottom of the car as it flipped in the air. When it finally did land it landed with a violent explosion.​

"WOOOHOOOOO! YEAH!" Mason and Oak cheered with accomplishment as the flames provided them with a sense of satisfaction. It was a false satisfaction however for when they turned they saw the second car burst through the flames of the first, speeding even faster toward the limo.​

Oak turned back at the road only to find that a large Machamp stood in the middle of the road. There was no time to react. Oak threw his hands up in protection of his face and screamed.​

Machamp instantly stopped the speeding car in it's tracks. The metal of the hood rippled back as the Pokemon's four massive arms grabbed it by the hood. Smoke simmered out of the engine. The Machamp then lifted the car over it's head and threw it down the empty stretch of highway.​

The limo was now in a state of free rolling. Metal and glass flew everywhere. Debri was all over the road. Inside the rolling limousine, it's passangers viscously thrashed around like ragdolls in their seats.​

Eventually, the limo stopped down the road. It rested on the roof, upside down. Smoke rose from the under-working of the car that now acted as it's roof.​

Mason could faintly hear his father still giggeling behind him but could not turn his head to check on the other passangers. Instead, he gave into the blackness that crept over him. He closed his eyes and blacked out.​

.....​

When Mason awoke, blood ran down his arm and neck and there was a painful ringing in his ear. Looking around, he saw that the damage was worse than he thought. It was like he was hanging in a scrap heap on wheels. Oak hung beside him in the driver's seat. The air bag was deployed in front of him.​

Sreeeech! The tires of a skidding car came from outside. It was the mercedes! It stopped close to the car. Mason knew he had to unbuckle his seat belt and get out. The men in that car would surely kill him if he didn't escape. Reaching down for the buckle his fears were realized. It was stuck. So was he.​

Two sets of red and black boots appeared in the passenger window next to Mason.​