Nothing to say as of now, maybe later. DAMMIT WAIT A WHILE GUYS.
"Listen to everything. You never know what sort of things you might miss."
Those were the last words uttered before my grandfather died on that hospital bed that day. Before his body gave out to the cancer plaguing his body, before his usually warm eyes turned cold forever.
"Grandpa!!" I yelled in agony, with my face in tears and snot dripping down my face, overwhelmed with the fact that the only kind person in my life has died.
"Restrain the boy!" the doctor yelled, as I bite down on nurses, trying to see my grandfather. "Stop him! He's creating a ruckus!" "GRANDPAAAA!!!"
It's been 5 years since the incident, and I'm still heartbroken. Touching my amulet, a gold encased Ho-Oh with a ruby in the middle, I go over the facts of my life before I go to bed.
My name is George Lucas Whitewater the Fourth, my father George Lucas Whitewater the Third, and his father my late grandfather.
Our ancestor, George Lucas Whitewater the First (or more commonly known as George Prime) is said to be the discoverer of the Poke Ball, which of course means my family is serious business. The money we get from Trainers and Poke Ball companies would be about a trillion every six months.
I'm not the only one of my line to inherit the company, just the oldest. Like every wealthy family my "parents" (my father is a bachelor, my mother well isn't) so they keep making more kids in the case I die, which very likely.
Anyway, my grandfather is said to be the reincarnation of George Prime, he was an inventor of Poke Balls. He introduced the newest balls, beyond Johto. Not to mention he was very kind, not to mention one to quickly help. Though his kindness didn't mean he wasn't the boss when he needed to. He was known as "the Tyrant" to his employees. Though I've never seen him, he was very strict to his workers, because he said if he went slack on them they would never get the job done.
My grandfather lived for a good 70+ years before the cancer he's been fighting got to him. It happened so quickly, one moment he was scolding me for spilling Coke on the expensive carpet and then he was on the ground, yelling help.
I was ten at the time, so I guess you could expect it was very shocking to a child who has only seen a bug die once, and that was pretty depressing.
So I was riding the ambulance with my family (they had to take a few, since they couldn't take us all.), crying the entire way with my father and mother, all of us yelling "Is he going to be alright?".
Long story short, my grandfather tried his best, for four hours, but in the end it won. I hope cancer was satisfied with itself.
Before he died he whispered the words in my ear, which was "Listen to everything. You never know what sort of things you might miss." I was confused at this, and to this day it still puzzles me.
Anyway, fast forward to the future, my father is having a very time managing the company (he's the kind of son who has his father do 90% of the work, even if is 70+ years.), and my mother divorced his sorry butt two years ago. I still get to see her, but she's living a good life somewhere else. Unlike me.
As you would expect of someone living in a world full of super-powered animals and being freaking rich, I am attacked at least two times a day. Thankfully, my bodyguards (Geoff and Geoff, twins, I refer to them as Geoff One and Geoff Two) take them down easily with their Level 100 Tyranitar and Metagross.
So today I did my studies (school for me, even private would be a bloodbath. Everyone is jealous of the life I live, trust me.). So after my studies did some fun things, etc., and now I'm going to bed, feeling my golden Ho-Oh amulet.
Among the very, very few things my grandfather left, he left me his invaluable Ho-Oh amulet. He gave it to me because he thought that I am the only one responsible enough for it.
After looking inside of it (empty, always. I guess my grandfather never had anything to put inside of it), I fell on my bed, and went to sleep.
The next day was a pretty big deal for me. Me and my family members (40+ people, excluding the staff) where going on a cruise for a month. We did this every year, to sit back and relax for a while. (Eve though I'm sure me and a few other children don't need to have a month vacation.)
So, after packing a few belongings (the ship comes with a LOT of crap), I went with my family in our Humma (Note: Hummer equivalent, except it fits fifteen people) and went to the ship.
"Geo," my father said. "Yes?" "Are you sure that you don't want to erm, stay?" The reason my father is asking this is because the head of the company cannot leave, unless the next in line would volunteer to do so. "I'm sure, father. And besides, aren't I under-aged?" "Erm, yes I guess so. Have a great time, son."
I looked at him funny, because the last time I was his "son" was when he wanted me to smuggle him porno magazines from the local store, which got me in serious trouble.
"Yeah you too dad. See ya," And with that we boarded the ship.
Now, I know it's supposed to be a luxury cruiser, but the size of this thing is ridiculous. It's as big as a Wailord, hence the name S.S. Wailord.
"Welcome aboard the S.S. Wailord!" the intercom spoke, much to our surprise. "This is your captain speaking, and please listen so that you don't get lost on our whale of a ship!" Some adults laughed, but those under eighteen rolled their eyes at the bad pun.
After listening to his corny speech, me and a few other kids walked around for a bit while the adults got some champagne, because its perfectly normal on a boat full of children to drink in daylight.
After the adults got drunk, the kids decided to look over the side of the ship and watch their spit fly away, and watch the adults who get hit with it angry.
Me, I just watched Wingull and tried drawing them, before a familiar face said "Enjoying the fun?"
It was my old friend, Duke. He's about fourteenth in line of me, because he's three years younger than me but a hell a lot of smarter.
"How's it going, Duke?" "Not much. Just enjoying the trip." 'It kinda gets annoying after a while of doing this, doesn't it?" I ask.
"Well yeah, since the human brain cannot do repetitive actions for a long time, which is boring for us kids who don't have the luxury of alcohol." Duke replied. "Hey, wanna check out the back of the ship?" "Sure, why not?"
(Believe me, by this point I was bored out of my mind, so I was willing to do anything.)
So we walked there (took half an hour, since this ship is so damn long) and watched the motor kick up water, and then decided to go down to the cabins.
After hearing some disturbing things, such as sexual moans, me and Duke found our room and looked underwater.
"How are we going to survive this for a month?" I ask him, who was already trying to sleep. "Geo, some things even a genius doesn't know about."
And that's when we were attacked.
It happened in literally seconds. One minute we were talking, the next a Gengar used Hypnosis simultaneously on both of us, knocking us both out.
When I woke back up, I was in a sack, getting loaded onto a dinghy. Before I could even asses my situation, I scream "HELP!", which caused a gun handle to fall on my face, causing my head to bleed. I probably looked shocked, since my captors laughed "Look at the rich boy's face! So shocked he's seeing his own blood! Pussy!"
Then the dinghy motor started up, and we moved away from the cruise liner. Even though I was prepared for things like this to happen, I was shocked they had the balls to do it, in daylight. I guess adults are crazy like that.
After hours of driving, we headed to a island which I guess wasn't on the map, but it was pretty big. They grabbed me roughly, and threw me on the sand causing me to spit up sand.
"YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!" I yelled, but this caused them to laugh at me, crushing my self-consciousness even more. "Listen to this kid!" The tall one hooted, and the small one came to me and said "Listen kid, you can yell all you want here. There's no one who's gonna save you, I mean no one. This island was abandoned before you were born, cause of some top-secret Pokemon project. So go ahead, yell all you want. It'll be hilarious."
So after they made camp with supplies already on the island, they set me beside a pole, and told me that they're going to ransom me for a few trillion, and then if they don't come clean cut off one of my arms, but if they do they'll give me back. They said they had no hard feelings, they just want to be rich.
Afterwards, at nighttime their Gengar watched me silently, we even had a staring contest, but in the end I lost. I guess the undead will always win in those kind of fights.
So I turned my head to the stars, and wished I could get out of this predicament. Opening my eyes I again, I sighed and looked at the Gengar once again.
"What the hell?" One of the men yelled. "Something's in the sky!"
I looked up, and saw something that blown my mind.
Two flashing lights where dashing across the sky. One blue, another red. It appeared that they where trying to fight each other.
Which each blow, the earth trembled. Even my own body felt light by seeing this. But it was nothing compared to the roars.
The roars were extremely load, blasting my ear drums, and then the most strangest thing happened.
I began to hear things.
I heard the creatures fighting also arguing, which was impossible in dozens of theories.
<ZEKROM!> The red one yelled. <RESHIRAM!> The blue one yelled. <I WILL KILL YOU!!!> They both said at the same time. With that, they both glowed extremely bright, and clashed. What happened, was the end of the world.
The sky brightened, then thunderclouds roared. The sea began to get closer and closer, until me and my captors saw the last thing of our lives.
A mega-tsunami.
So yeah, I hope you enjoyed. Not my best works, but hey its the prologue.
Prologue
"Listen to everything. You never know what sort of things you might miss."
Those were the last words uttered before my grandfather died on that hospital bed that day. Before his body gave out to the cancer plaguing his body, before his usually warm eyes turned cold forever.
"Grandpa!!" I yelled in agony, with my face in tears and snot dripping down my face, overwhelmed with the fact that the only kind person in my life has died.
"Restrain the boy!" the doctor yelled, as I bite down on nurses, trying to see my grandfather. "Stop him! He's creating a ruckus!" "GRANDPAAAA!!!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It's been 5 years since the incident, and I'm still heartbroken. Touching my amulet, a gold encased Ho-Oh with a ruby in the middle, I go over the facts of my life before I go to bed.
My name is George Lucas Whitewater the Fourth, my father George Lucas Whitewater the Third, and his father my late grandfather.
Our ancestor, George Lucas Whitewater the First (or more commonly known as George Prime) is said to be the discoverer of the Poke Ball, which of course means my family is serious business. The money we get from Trainers and Poke Ball companies would be about a trillion every six months.
I'm not the only one of my line to inherit the company, just the oldest. Like every wealthy family my "parents" (my father is a bachelor, my mother well isn't) so they keep making more kids in the case I die, which very likely.
Anyway, my grandfather is said to be the reincarnation of George Prime, he was an inventor of Poke Balls. He introduced the newest balls, beyond Johto. Not to mention he was very kind, not to mention one to quickly help. Though his kindness didn't mean he wasn't the boss when he needed to. He was known as "the Tyrant" to his employees. Though I've never seen him, he was very strict to his workers, because he said if he went slack on them they would never get the job done.
My grandfather lived for a good 70+ years before the cancer he's been fighting got to him. It happened so quickly, one moment he was scolding me for spilling Coke on the expensive carpet and then he was on the ground, yelling help.
I was ten at the time, so I guess you could expect it was very shocking to a child who has only seen a bug die once, and that was pretty depressing.
So I was riding the ambulance with my family (they had to take a few, since they couldn't take us all.), crying the entire way with my father and mother, all of us yelling "Is he going to be alright?".
Long story short, my grandfather tried his best, for four hours, but in the end it won. I hope cancer was satisfied with itself.
Before he died he whispered the words in my ear, which was "Listen to everything. You never know what sort of things you might miss." I was confused at this, and to this day it still puzzles me.
Anyway, fast forward to the future, my father is having a very time managing the company (he's the kind of son who has his father do 90% of the work, even if is 70+ years.), and my mother divorced his sorry butt two years ago. I still get to see her, but she's living a good life somewhere else. Unlike me.
As you would expect of someone living in a world full of super-powered animals and being freaking rich, I am attacked at least two times a day. Thankfully, my bodyguards (Geoff and Geoff, twins, I refer to them as Geoff One and Geoff Two) take them down easily with their Level 100 Tyranitar and Metagross.
So today I did my studies (school for me, even private would be a bloodbath. Everyone is jealous of the life I live, trust me.). So after my studies did some fun things, etc., and now I'm going to bed, feeling my golden Ho-Oh amulet.
Among the very, very few things my grandfather left, he left me his invaluable Ho-Oh amulet. He gave it to me because he thought that I am the only one responsible enough for it.
After looking inside of it (empty, always. I guess my grandfather never had anything to put inside of it), I fell on my bed, and went to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The next day was a pretty big deal for me. Me and my family members (40+ people, excluding the staff) where going on a cruise for a month. We did this every year, to sit back and relax for a while. (Eve though I'm sure me and a few other children don't need to have a month vacation.)
So, after packing a few belongings (the ship comes with a LOT of crap), I went with my family in our Humma (Note: Hummer equivalent, except it fits fifteen people) and went to the ship.
"Geo," my father said. "Yes?" "Are you sure that you don't want to erm, stay?" The reason my father is asking this is because the head of the company cannot leave, unless the next in line would volunteer to do so. "I'm sure, father. And besides, aren't I under-aged?" "Erm, yes I guess so. Have a great time, son."
I looked at him funny, because the last time I was his "son" was when he wanted me to smuggle him porno magazines from the local store, which got me in serious trouble.
"Yeah you too dad. See ya," And with that we boarded the ship.
Now, I know it's supposed to be a luxury cruiser, but the size of this thing is ridiculous. It's as big as a Wailord, hence the name S.S. Wailord.
"Welcome aboard the S.S. Wailord!" the intercom spoke, much to our surprise. "This is your captain speaking, and please listen so that you don't get lost on our whale of a ship!" Some adults laughed, but those under eighteen rolled their eyes at the bad pun.
After listening to his corny speech, me and a few other kids walked around for a bit while the adults got some champagne, because its perfectly normal on a boat full of children to drink in daylight.
After the adults got drunk, the kids decided to look over the side of the ship and watch their spit fly away, and watch the adults who get hit with it angry.
Me, I just watched Wingull and tried drawing them, before a familiar face said "Enjoying the fun?"
It was my old friend, Duke. He's about fourteenth in line of me, because he's three years younger than me but a hell a lot of smarter.
"How's it going, Duke?" "Not much. Just enjoying the trip." 'It kinda gets annoying after a while of doing this, doesn't it?" I ask.
"Well yeah, since the human brain cannot do repetitive actions for a long time, which is boring for us kids who don't have the luxury of alcohol." Duke replied. "Hey, wanna check out the back of the ship?" "Sure, why not?"
(Believe me, by this point I was bored out of my mind, so I was willing to do anything.)
So we walked there (took half an hour, since this ship is so damn long) and watched the motor kick up water, and then decided to go down to the cabins.
After hearing some disturbing things, such as sexual moans, me and Duke found our room and looked underwater.
"How are we going to survive this for a month?" I ask him, who was already trying to sleep. "Geo, some things even a genius doesn't know about."
And that's when we were attacked.
It happened in literally seconds. One minute we were talking, the next a Gengar used Hypnosis simultaneously on both of us, knocking us both out.
When I woke back up, I was in a sack, getting loaded onto a dinghy. Before I could even asses my situation, I scream "HELP!", which caused a gun handle to fall on my face, causing my head to bleed. I probably looked shocked, since my captors laughed "Look at the rich boy's face! So shocked he's seeing his own blood! Pussy!"
Then the dinghy motor started up, and we moved away from the cruise liner. Even though I was prepared for things like this to happen, I was shocked they had the balls to do it, in daylight. I guess adults are crazy like that.
After hours of driving, we headed to a island which I guess wasn't on the map, but it was pretty big. They grabbed me roughly, and threw me on the sand causing me to spit up sand.
"YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!" I yelled, but this caused them to laugh at me, crushing my self-consciousness even more. "Listen to this kid!" The tall one hooted, and the small one came to me and said "Listen kid, you can yell all you want here. There's no one who's gonna save you, I mean no one. This island was abandoned before you were born, cause of some top-secret Pokemon project. So go ahead, yell all you want. It'll be hilarious."
So after they made camp with supplies already on the island, they set me beside a pole, and told me that they're going to ransom me for a few trillion, and then if they don't come clean cut off one of my arms, but if they do they'll give me back. They said they had no hard feelings, they just want to be rich.
Afterwards, at nighttime their Gengar watched me silently, we even had a staring contest, but in the end I lost. I guess the undead will always win in those kind of fights.
So I turned my head to the stars, and wished I could get out of this predicament. Opening my eyes I again, I sighed and looked at the Gengar once again.
"What the hell?" One of the men yelled. "Something's in the sky!"
I looked up, and saw something that blown my mind.
Two flashing lights where dashing across the sky. One blue, another red. It appeared that they where trying to fight each other.
Which each blow, the earth trembled. Even my own body felt light by seeing this. But it was nothing compared to the roars.
The roars were extremely load, blasting my ear drums, and then the most strangest thing happened.
I began to hear things.
I heard the creatures fighting also arguing, which was impossible in dozens of theories.
<ZEKROM!> The red one yelled. <RESHIRAM!> The blue one yelled. <I WILL KILL YOU!!!> They both said at the same time. With that, they both glowed extremely bright, and clashed. What happened, was the end of the world.
The sky brightened, then thunderclouds roared. The sea began to get closer and closer, until me and my captors saw the last thing of our lives.
A mega-tsunami.
PROLOGUE END
So yeah, I hope you enjoyed. Not my best works, but hey its the prologue.
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