[Pokémon] Rise of a Champion

[aspie3000]

WARNING: The word WHORE will be used

Alright, this is my first attempt at a fan fiction, I hope you all like it. PG 16

Conner knelt at the ocean's edge; it was a quiet evening near Pallet town's shore. It had been a bad day at school for him. People avoided him as usual; he hated that, which was ironic because that had been his

goal when he adopted that icy stare on his face. Conner was 16, extremely skinny, had brown eyes, long blonde hair, and the look of a psychopath on his face.

This stare was in part a defense mechanism he had adopted to keep bullies away. From the time he was a little boy to the present he had been different.

He didn't know it yet but he suffered from an autism spectrum disorder. This caused his behavior to be somewhat different from other people.

He was horrible at socializing with other people, had an extreme focus on one subject, and was known, or at least perceived, to lack empathy.

More often than not, it was sympathy he lacked. He had no sympathy for drug addicts, winos, whores, and other people that had made "mistakes" in their lives.

In his opinion, those weren't mistakes; those were the evil choices that they had made.

Why should he feel sorry for them because they were paying for their mistakes? If they were truly sorry for their mistakes that would be one thing, but most of them weren't.

If being a druggie, a whore, and a wino would've worked out for them they would've laughed at the everyone else for being pure.

But it didn't work out, and it never does. Conner grabbed a hand full of fish food and tossed it into the water. The Magikarp swam to the food and started to devour it.

He smiled a little at the Magikarp's enthusiasm. He didn't like it when people said these Pokémon were useless. It was true that they were weak and slow witted, but they were friendly and evolved into one of the coolest Pokémon there was.

A girl about Collin's age approached Conner; she was nervous about talking to someone that the entirety of Pallet high school believed to be a psycho. But she knew better; she knew what true psychopathy looked like. In fact, she had fallen in love with it.

The boy she had given her heart to was charming in public; he was everyone's favorite person, but behind closed doors he was an abusive, evil, human being. He also happened to be Conner's number one enemy.

"Uh, hi," said the girl. Conner turned around abruptly, "oh, it's you, Amber," he said with a hint of disdain in his voice. Conner recognized the blonde haired, blue eyed girl instantly as Seth's whore; or one of them.

He didn't want to waste his time with someone who was stupid enough to fall for a moron like Seth, but he decided to be non combative.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked hoping to sound even a little bit nonthreatening. "Oh, no, I just want to talk. I heard that you were starting your journey tomorrow, and I was wondering, what are you going to start out with?" she said sounding friendly.

"Charmander," said Conner nonchalantly, "I like Charizard, so I'm starting with Charmander." "I'm picking Bulbasaur, I don't know why, but I think it's the cutest out of the three," she replied.

"Uh huh, Bulbasaur IS pretty cool," said Conner with his voice softening up a little. He grabbed some more fish food and threw it into the water. Amber walked over to the water's edge and watched the Magikarp feed. "Can I feed them too?" asked Amber gently.

Conner shrugged, "sure why not?" He gave the fish food to Amber and she fed the Magikarp. A smile came to her face as the Magikarp fed; Conner couldn't help but smile too.

"Hey fag! What are you doing with my girl?" said an all too familiar voice. Conner turned around and glared, "NOW she's important to you? Screw you Seth!" "Get away from him now," said Seth in a sociopathic raging voice. Amber sadly went to Seth's side.

Seth had four other friends with him; he was never without friends.

Seth smiled that arrogant but charming smile that he always had on, "did you really think that I'd let you talk to Amber without beating your *** Conner?"

"You couldn't even beat your meat," said Conner back. Seth got angry for a second and then laughed. Him, and his friends all started to advance toward Conner, but Conner lunged for Seth, and tackled him to the ground.

Conner wasn't good at throwing punches but he was angry and now threw them as good as the next guy. Seth's friends pulled him off and they assaulted him as a group.

Seth joined in and attacked Conner viciously leaving scars and a bloody nose. "YOU GOT ANYTHING SMART TO SAY NOW **** SAUCE!!!" yelled Seth to Conner.

Conner spit up some blood and said, "yeah, when I go home tonight, my mother and father are going to tend to my wounds. Yours are just going to beat you."

Seth raised his fist to throw another punch, but Amber stopped him, "come on, you won; let's go. Please just leave him be."

Seth got up and looked into Ambers eyes with a look of true evil, "you, and me need to have a little talk." Then Seth took her arm and led her away; his friends followed.

Seth then turned back, "don't you EVER talk back to me again!" Then they left and Conner got up and just sat there until he decided it was time to go home.

 

[bobandbill]

Not a bad start - different sort of take on the usual trainer fic at any rate. There's some interesting character interactions there as well which seem promising.

I'll note that you might want to check how some of the lines turn our when you post - for instance:

It had been a bad day at school for him. People avoided him as usual; he hated that, which was ironic because that had been his goal when he adopted that icy stare on

his face. Conner was 16, extremely skinny, had brown eyes, long blonde hair, and the look of a psychopath on his face.

There's a random gap between these two lines here when it should be in the same paragraph.

I'll also note that generally you'd want to write out numbers smaller than 100 in words, so sixteen rather than 16. In addition, try describing a bit more rather than telling - what does a 'psychopath' look like in the face anyway? Mention say the smile or the way his eyes move to show us that there's something strange about it rather than saying outright.

He didn't know it yet but he suffered from an autism spectrum disorder.

This caused his behavior to be somewhat different from other people.

Same as before - these two bits are pretty related to each other and so you could have them in the same line.

"Uh, hi," said the girl. Conner turned around abruptly, "oh, it's you, Amber," he said with a hint of disdain in his voice. Conner recognized the blonde haired, blue eyed girl instantly as Seth's *****; or one of them.

You'd also want to start a new paragraph each time someone different talks, so a new paragraph ought to be started after 'around abruptly'. I also suggest ending the sentence there as otherwise it reads like a run-on sentence, so it reads as so:

'Conner turned around abruptly.

"Oh, it's you, Amber," he said...

There's some other points in the chapter in which the same should be done as well.

Lastly, you're allowed to avoid the swear filter if you want as long as you give a warning about it at the top of the thread (you can do that if the word is on the censor list btw (idk if you manually censored there or not) by italicising/etc a letter in a word - example has the m in italics), just so we now what exactly he means to say.


Anyway I hope that is of some help to you. Good luck with the rest of your fic!

 

[aspie3000]

Thank you, and yeah, the format's a little off. I typed it in word and then copy and pasted it here, and tried to make it look presentable. Also, I kind of want the swearing to be filtered out.

 

[aspie3000]

As Conner walked home that night, one thing was on his mind. Seth had threatened Amber before he had left. Conner knew full well what Seth was capable of. He had been a recipient of his endless beatings and torment ever since he had known him.

Seth stood about 5' 11 and had mid length black hair. Conner had heard the women at his school say that Seth had the face of an angel. They also commented on his blue eyes that appeared to stare directly into your soul.

Conner always had to keep himself from vomiting when hearing this. Everybody loved Seth, or more accurately, kissed his ***. Conner found this ironic because Seth was the biggest douche bag on the planet.

If he saw someone that he perceived as somehow different from other people, he would make their life a living hell. By making someone that was already viewed as somehow "less than a person" look even smaller in front of others, he looked bigger. His friends weren't spared; the smaller his friends were made to look, the more they felt they needed him.

Conner opened the door and entered his house. His mother looked at him shocked. "Oh my God, what happened to you?!" she asked looking at his cuts and bruises. Conner glared and said, "I got into a fight." He walked past her and headed toward the stairs. She stopped him.

"Who was it?" she asked. Pure hate was in Conner's voice as he said, "It was Seth; he attacked me for talking to his girl. I didn't do anything, I was just talking, and he attacked me." "Seth again?" she said with anger in her voice. At this point Conner's dad walked into the room.

"Come here, I'll get you cleaned up," said Conner's mom sitting him down on a stool by the table. Martha, Conner's mom, disinfected Conner's wounds and bandaged him up. His dad sat down beside him.

"Did you fight back?" he asked. "Yeah, but there were five of them," said Conner. Conner's dad shook his head, "the little bastard can't fight his own battles. Conner, can I ask what you're going to do about it?" A smile came over Conner's face, "I'm going to kill the **** in front of his girl as soon as I get my Charmander." Michael, Conner's father, shook his head, "come on, you can't do that."

"Oh, you don't think so?!" said Conner with rage in his voice, "the only reason that I haven't killed the little shrimp **** already is because I didn't want to waste perfectly good bullets on him!" "Conner, curse again and you aren't going on your journey tomorrow," said Michael calmly.

Conner paused and then said, "You didn't see it! You didn't see how he treated his girl today! Amber is her name, a blonde haired, blue eyed, gentle natured girl and he treats her like garbage!" Michael just nodded. "I'm not saying she doesn't deserve it either, dating some moron like that, but that's not what I'm mad about! He has this otherwise great woman that adores him! He's LUCKY to have her, and he treats her like garbage! He has all of these friends and he treats them like garbage! He gets everything on a silver platter and he treats it like GARBAGE! So yeah, come tomorrow I'm sending him to HELL!" said Conner in a rage.

Michael shook his head again, "you can't just kill someone for being a dirt bag Conner." "And why not?" asked Conner, "every day women are being beaten, families are being destroyed, scumbags cheat on their wives, people are cheated, and lives are ruined, and no one steps in to stop it! There is so much injustice in the world, and it's only there because good people do NOTHING!" "But what about your future?" asked Michael with sadness in his voice. Conner paused and got up out of his chair.

Conner then walked away and headed upstairs. He lied in his bed and imagined what it would be like to see Seth's flesh burn. He then saw the time and turned on the TV. Professor Oak was on, and he was debriefing everyone about tomorrow when starter Pokémon were to be handed out.

"Hello trainers, as always this is Professor Oak, the leading Pokémon researcher in the Kanto region! Tomorrow is the day in which I give out my three starter Pokémon to new trainers, and now I'm going to tell you about these Pokémon. The first is Bulbasaur, a grass type that's born with a seed on its back. It is widely considered the easiest to start out with due to it having a type advantage over the first two Kanto gyms!" said Oak starting out the show.

Conner smiled; Bulbasaur was going to be Amber's first choice. Conner then stopped himself; why did he care what Amber wanted? She was a stone cold idiot who gave herself to Seth; she was beneath him. Conner then waited for the next Pokémon. Was it? Heck yeah, Charmander!

"Charmander is the fire type starting Pokémon; it's an omnivorous lizard that is considered by most to be the hardest to start out with. However it's raw power as its final evolution as Charizard more than makes up for its weaknesses to the first two gyms of Kanto. The starter Pokémon given out tomorrow will all have moves bred into them. Our Charmanders will know the moves Flamethrower, Dragon Claw, Flare Blitz, and Counter, a powerful move set indeed!" Oak continued.

Conner was ecstatic, but then was brought to sadness when he remembered what he said. Would he really kill Seth? He sure wanted to, but he would go to jail, and never would realize his dream of becoming champion. "Damn it," he said under his breath. He then felt a nagging in his conscience. He was a Christian, and he cursed like a sailor. He then laughed to himself at being bothered over cursing but not at the idea of killing Seth.

 

[aspie3000]

The alarm clock went off waking Conner from his sleep. He hit the snooze button and got up from his bed. He then took a shower and went down stairs. "Today's the day!" said Conner happily upon seeing his mother. "Yes it is," said Martha; "here, breakfast is ready." Conner had a hot breakfast cooked by his mother. It was the perfect start to a day that most people looked forward to their whole lives.

It however filled Conner with dread when he remembered what he had planned. He was going to kill Seth as soon as he got his Charmander, and he'd go to jail. "Something wrong?" asked Martha as Conner finished his meal. "No, nothing's wrong," Conner responded. "Good," she said, "I have some gifts for you to open." Conner smiled and sat down on the fireplace.

Martha brought in four wrapped gifts for Conner to open. Conner wished that his dad could've been here but he started work at five o'clock. Conner opened one gift after another satisfied with what he had gotten. Among his gifts were trainer clothes, a trainer's bag, and a pair of running shoes all in red and black. He also got a black Pokenav. Red and black were his favorite colors.

"Mom, thank you very much," said Conner overcome with emotion. It tore him up inside thinking about the look that would be on his mother's face when she found out that her baby had been taken to prison. Then his stoniness returned to him when he remembered his mission. Seth was a sociopath, and a sub human blight on the planet. If Conner had to go to jail, he would gladly go to get rid of Seth.

"Alright honey, go and put them on and come back so I can take a picture of you in them," said Martha. Conner nodded his head and went into the bathroom. He took one look at himself in the mirror and didn't like what he saw. He just broke down crying. His conscience was weighing down on him. He had dreamed of becoming champion his whole life, and now he would throw it all away just to kill one ***hole.

After a bit of crying, he regained his composure and wiped his tears away. He was having second thoughts about killing Seth, and decided that the day would bring what the day would bring.

Conner put on his trainer clothes, went outside, and stood in front of one of his family's cars to get his picture taken. Afterwards his mother approached him and embraced him. "I'm so proud of you honey," she said. This hurt Conner even more and he lost it in front of his mother crying. She held him in her arms as they both sat in front of the car.

"It's okay Conner, we all leave home one day," said Martha. "You just need to be strong, and always keep Jesus in your heart," she continued. Jesus, thought Conner. That was the answer! What would Jesus do? He pondered this and started walking down the driveway turning around one last time.

"I'm off to become a Pokémon Master!" proclaimed Conner before turning around and heading to Oak's lab. "You will be," said Martha holding back tears.

Conner had a new lease on life as he walked through the town searching for Oak's lab. Finally, he found it. It was a house with a red roof, and a windmill sitting on top of a hill. Conner walked through the gate and headed up the trail. He stopped to look up at the Dodrio that was on top of the house.

He smiled at it and then entered the lab. The lab was pretty cool. It had a white floor, bookshelves, and complicated machinery near the wall. Conner walked to the end of the room where this 6'3 behemoth of a man with a mess of brown hair, a mustache and beard, and blue eyes was talking to two officer Jennies. One Jenny looked like the normal twenty five year old Jenny, and the other looked about Conner's age. Conner sat back and listened to the older Jenny speak to the man.

"Do you know of any enemies that Professor Oak may have had?" asked the Jenny. "No, everyone loved him," responded the man. The younger Jenny spotted Conner and walked up to him. "Are you here for your first Pokémon?" she asked? "Yes ma'am," responded Conner politely. "Sorry, you'll have to wait, Professor Oak's been kidnapped!" she said. "What!" responded Conner surprised. "Don't worry," said the giant man butting in; "I'm his intern; I'll give you your first Pokémon."

Conner nodded and went into the back room with the big guy. "You stay here little sister and watch the lab," said the older Jenny to the younger one. "Where are you going?" asked the younger Jenny. "To handle big girl stuff," said the older Jenny, "the culprit maybe dangerous and you're too young to handle it." The younger Jenny got an angry look on her face. "Yeah alright, go handle your 'big girl' stuff," she muttered.


The big guy went over to a machine and grabbed three small Poke balls and enlarged them. "Your choices are Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle," he said sending out the three Pokémon. Conner gazed in amazement at the three Pokémon. Bulbasaur looked kind of like a small herbivorous dinosaur with a bulb on its back. Seeing it immediately brought Amber to mind; he wondered how she had fared last night with Seth. He didn't see an outcome that could have ended well.

He then looked at Squirtle. It was a bipedal blue turtle. It was cool but Conner wanted the third Pokémon. Charmander was a bipedal orange lizard with a flame at the tip of its tail. "I want Charmander," said Conner. Immediately the Charmander ran up to Conner and jumped into his arms letting out a cute cry as it did so.

The big man smiled when he did this and gave Conner Charmander's Poke ball. "Would you like to give a nickname to your Charmander?" he asked. "His name is Reznar," said Conner. The Charmander cried happily at hearing its name. "Alright, here's your Pokedex and five Poke balls for your journey," said the big guy giving Conner the things that he'd need on his journey.

"Thank you sir, is there anything I can do to help with the Professor Oak situation?" asked Conner. The man sighed, "I'm afraid not; sad thing is that I know where he is." Conner raised an eyebrow. "Did you tell the cops?" he asked. "No, it wouldn't work out well for them," he responded. "How so?" asked Conner curious.

"Alright, this might sound a little crazy to you, but I've always been different from other people," started the man. "Uh huh," said Conner not liking where this was going. "I started out as an empath with the ability to sense other people's emotions, and the ability to make them feel mine. I also had the ability to see ghosts," he continued.

Wow, this guy works for a scientist, thought Conner. "Yeah, I do work for a scientist," responded the guy. Conner was surprised. "As I was saying, I practiced other forms of psychic ability with my sister, but failed miserably. It wasn't until I trained at the Gym in Saffron city that I was able to move on to other stuff. Sabrina was my personal mentor, and under her, I learned the true extent of my powers.

My newest pastime is learning to see the future. I can only see shadows and glimpses of possible futures. However, there are certain things that are certain, and one of those is the death of those officers if they face these criminals." He said.

"Heh, alright, I'm kind of neutral in my belief in psychic ability. When I think of this I keep coming back to the true story in the bible about Paul, and the fortune teller. Basically, there was a woman in the town that Paul was passing through that was demon possessed. She was a slave girl if I recall correctly. Her masters made money off of her ability to tell the future. When Paul cast the demon out, she lost the ability to tell the future and her masters ran her out of town. Obviously here, she could tell the future with some degree of accuracy. But she was possessed by a demon. For all I know, you could just be some whack job. But giving you the benefit of the doubt, can you read my future?" responded Conner.

The man took his hand and looked into Conner's future. He got a splitting headache and got on his knees. "I-I see nothing but the blood of the wicked," he said. Conner smiled, "I believe you, now let's go rescue Professor Oak," said Conner; "by the way, what's your name?" "My name is David," responded the man.