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Welcome, This is my first Fanfic and I hope you like it. This is just a prologue, and I know it is short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
This is actually a sequel to my RP escape to hearth.
This Fanfic is Beta-ed by Legendarian Mistress
Prologue The Powers at Work
The world of pokemon…doesn't exist. It's just a videogame that too many kids are addicted to. Or, that's what they used to say. Humans started disappearing, leaving behind one thing. A videogame system with pokemon in it.
As more and more people disappeared, the government in every country had to make a decision; Pokemon would become illegal to own or play. The punishment for breaking the law was outrageous, but then again, who would want to play a videogame if the cost was death?
The government had been hiding something though. The people that were disappearing were also coming back. They were hidden, as they ended up bringing the pokemon from their 'Journeys' with them.
The government trained them, and turned them into ferocious and deadly weapons. Wars waged, countries were destroyed. Bullets became useless against the power of these creatures. Amidst all the chaos however, something was occurring. Pokemon were breeding, they began to live in the wild. In America, scientists began capturing them, using replicated pokeballs.
Tests had begun. The scientist tried to morph the humans using pokemon DNA. Every test had failed, until one scientist created the Idea of using Human DNA on a pokemon. The DNA was dominant over the pokemon's DNA, and runners were born. They could be in both human and pokemon form, with traits from the other forms. They could even use pokemon powers in their human forms.
The original name for these creatures was Pokemorph until it was discovered how their forms changed. When a Runner's pulse reaches 120 beats per second, their form will change. The American government used this, and gave the Runners their instructions, they were to be spies.
For most of the Runners, this was all they knew. Some however, wanted to revolt. They tried, and they were slaughtered. The remaining Runners escaped, never to return….
Jazz yawned and sat up. Today was the day that she would get a pokemon!
Meanwhile in the quiet peace of the poke containment center, a Pokeball wiggled. Today its destiny would be fulfilled…..
Very interesting concept. I'm kind of curious how it is going to develop though. A good pointer to keep in mind when you are writing is try not to start two paragraphs with the same noun. It will become a bit repetitive.
Anyway, I'm going to keep an out on on this one. i want to see how it evolves.
I'd like to thank you for alerting me to the fact that this fic was even up. If you hadn't, I wouldn't have known. Don't forget to PM me Chapter 1. Other than that, keep up the good work.
Well, after what has been too long, I have decided to Revive this fic. Welcome to chapter 1
Chapter 1
Purity
(This chapter ranges from PG-13 to R)
(Below is an excerpt from an interview with one of the leading pokemon experts, professor Michaels. This was recorded for the sake of education. Date of Record: august 29, 2074. The current date is august 12, 2102) Chaos. If there was any way to describe the first few years, that was it. No one had any idea what to do; Pokémon were a new concept in this world. We had difficulty recreating the devices known as Pokéballs. Every last one that we managed to get our hands on was shattered, crushed, or entirely disintegrated. When we finally found a working one, we could not figure out how it worked. Months passed, we had scientists working on this night and day. The discovery was a blunder, more or less. The rookie had been given the job of transporting materials from station to station. He picked up the tray of pokeballs, tripped, stumbled like a complete buffoon, and dropped the pile of Pokéballs onto the table that held various acids and chemicals.
He may have been an idiot, but he single-handedly discovered that the outside of the Pokéball could be eroded with a strong enough acidic substance. Underneath the impenetrable skin of the Pokéball was a slew of computer chips and technology, the likes of which was quite new to us. We carefully extracted these fragile things, and began to study them. The first thing that we found was the self destroy. If the outside of the pokeball cracked, the chips inside would short out and destroy themselves, preventing the technology from ever being discovered. When we thought we had discovered enough about these spheres, we attempted to make one.
Alas, we failed horribly. Some fail-safe that we had forgotten to include prevented dismemberment and the capturing of things other than pokemon. Professor Aqua thought that nothing would happen to him if we tried to 'catch' him. He was so very, very wrong. The second prototype worked much better, it did not harm the pokemon in any way, nor did it capture humans…. They self-destructed. Somehow, we had created a much more violent variety of Voltorb. They were destroyed, except for a handful of them…
Our third prototype was perfect. There were absolutely no problems that we could find. We even managed to get the self-destroy working properly. We created them in different strengths, and called them Patriotballs. We developed a new kind of currency, universal in a way. You could spend it in any country, and it was easily made. This was trainer money, and it was forbidden to own without a trainer's license. This was the beginning of Pokémon life in our country. Just like a videogame…
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I felt my feet pounding on the ground. Hours it felt like. The sharp gravel outside of the facility. Soft grass within the first meadow. Soil in the lush forest. I change forms now, and I dash through the trees. Still my pulse continues to rise. Still they chase me…they are catching up now, as I am beginning to tire. I change into my other form for hopefully the last time. I can see the exit of the forest up ahead. Beyond that, I am free. That is where we go…to free ourselves from the endless chase. None of them dare come there, for fear of their secret escaping throughout the world. A smile comes to my face, and I falter before tripping on a root. I fall to the floor and struggle to stand up, feeling the pain of my now broken leg. My adrenaline spikes, and my pulse increases once again. My form changes, and I take on more mobility. My new form laughs, and I run straight forward, when I feel a blinding pain go straight through my midsection. I looked down to see the end of a grappling hook, with wicked spikes and thorns sticking out in all directions. The blood spilled out of the wound, and on to the ground in front of me. My lungs began to fill with blood, and I coughed up the vital fluid. My heartbeat slowed, and I fell forward to the ground, flat on my face. I lifted my head weakly, and saw the building in front of me. My salvation was only twenty yards way. Then I heard the voice. It dripped with pure venom. "Finish it."
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"At this moment, there are only three runners that we have located. Unfortunately, they remain out of our grasp…"
Jazz
Jazz yawned slowly before sitting up. She looked around her room and checked her watch. "Twelve twenty-four PM…CRAP!" Jazz hopped up and began to run around her room frantically, gathering everything she would need today. "Backpack, trainer's license, watch, and phone. Okay, that's everything I need. LET'S GO!" Jazz walked to her bedroom door and smiled, looking back into her room as she did so. She immediately wished that she hadn't. A sharp pang of sorrow dug itself into her. It shouldn't be this hard to leave. After all, she hadn't even liked this crummy apartment. She had spent two years here and nineteen of the months that she was here she was upset.
So why was it so damn hard to leave?!
Jazz shook her head. She couldn't get all teary-eyed now. She intended to sever all of her ties now. That was why she was leaving all of her things here right? A clean start with a new ID, new clothes, new supplies and a new Pokémon. She was becoming a new person.
With a final sigh, Jazz walked out of the room, shutting the door lightly behind her.
Jazz walked down the sidewalk slowly, her red hair blowing in the wind. As she moved forward, her tight jeans bent and flexed around her legs. Her long sleeved shirt seemed a bit big for her, and it too was blown about her body revealing her stomach at times.
The teenager sighed, and quickly stuffed her shirt into her jeans, trying to suppress its activity. She continued walking, only stopping when she heard a voice behind her.
"Uh, miss? Excuse me?"
Jazz wheeled around with her eyebrows raised. She looked at the man before her, sizing him up.
He appeared to be the same age that she was, only he was a bit shorter. He had on a pair of khaki shorts, and a shirt that read AE. He had spiky black hair that resembled a porcupine's back. His warm brown eyes gazed at Jazz curiously through a mask of freckles.
Jackie smiled politely.
"Yes, what is it?"
The boy bit his lip and smiled nervously.
"Um…are you headed to pick up your Pokémon for your journey?"
Jazz nodded.
"Yes, yes I am. Why are you asking?"
"Would you mind taking me with you? I'm nervous, and I kind of forgot the directions."
Jazz bit her lip, and stared at the boy in front of her. If she took him with her, then she wouldn't have to make the trip alone. However, he could prove to be a minor annoyance. He might end up convincing her to go on the journey with him, and she did NOT want to do that. This was her 'spiritual journey, and she was not going to let-
"Please?"
Jazz sighed before nodding.
"Sure, just remember that I'm only taking you there, we are not becoming partners on this journey."
The boy seemed taken aback slightly, but he quickly recovered.
"Thanks. Oh, my name is Austin."
"Jazz."
"Well uh, thank you Jazz."
As the two continued down the sidewalk, all Jazz could think was:
