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This is the first chapter of my new series involving my own created region, characters and Pokemon; but set in Kanto. It is violent, bloody and gory and not for the faint of heart thats for sure! The premise should be easy to figure out and all comments are welcome!
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Chapter 1
"Do you wish to challenge me?"
The question was a very easy one to answer for young Nicolas Belmont, the answer pouring from his lips in with the cocky overtone he had gained in his two years of training before his mind had even registered the question.
"Hah. You're really ready to loose, huh?" He replied, adjusting his stance and reaching for the Pokeball on his belt before he paused and cocked his head, his short fringe tipping with the movement.
"Do we really have to battle here?" He inquired, glancing to the older man – someone he'd certainly never seen before, and Nicolas knew just about everyone in Viridian city! He didn't look like he was from around here or anywhere near civilisation actually. He wore no shirt and a pair of ripped and faded jeans, no shoes either. He was tanned and wore what looked to be face paint, something that struck Nicolas as odd from the moment they'd met all of a minute ago. It was quite... disgusting to the rich raised boy.
"Yes." The man replied calmly, with not even a smile or a smirk passing over his stone features as he glanced around the clearing set in the middle of the trees within the heart of Viridian Forest. If he was honest, Nicolas had never much liked it here (bugs creeped him out and all the mud could ruin his suit) but even so it was a good place to train up those who weren't quite up to standard within his team – he'd even seen a Pikachu once or twice.
Nicolas decided to make the first move. He let the ball fall into his hand and he clicked the button to enlarge it into full size, before the red beam of light shot from the button and expanded to reveal a rather imposing Arcanine that immediately dropped into a practised stance, tensed and waiting to see the opponent.
Nicolas frowned at the resulting silence – usually everyone commented on his Arcanine, and he rather liked that fact. They weren't exactly the most common of Pokémon and he'd made sure to keep it in immaculate condition. Instead the man seemed to stare at his Pokémon for several long seconds before he reached for what looked to be a wooden whistle of some sort around his neck, hanging from a piece of string, old and worn.
He raised it to his lips and blew on it; there was no sound. Dog whistle perhaps? But Arcanine looked as confused as he, cocking its head. He was used to his opponent coming out from a ball itself; but apparently this one travelled outside of it with the trainer or something. Regardless, he was ready. He straightened his simple suit and looked around; waiting for whatever Pokémon it was to appear. Maybe he was from Heonn? Sinnoh? Unova? (Though Nicolas had doubt; the man looked as if he couldn't afford three decent meals never mind a boat ticket).
There was a blur to his right; something leapt from the treeline with startling speed and landed in a crouch to absorb the impact right next to the other trainer. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, and it almost frightened him a little. It stood on two legs and at full height must have easily been seven feet tall if not higher with a broad muscled chest that rippled with every movement. It had a large thick reptilian head and a long sweeping tail, and each limb was tipped with dagger like claws; Nicolas couldn't see inside of the mouth but he was sure the teeth would be the same size. It had bright blue eyes and its scales where a yellow that faded into a muddy line along its back.
Nicolas stood in awe for several moments, and the reptile glanced at the man beside it with an obvious expression its face, one that was not only disturbingly human but also had the boy's temper flaring – an obvious raise of what passed for eyebrows in a 'really?' type gesture. He was far from weak and neither was his Arcanine, no matter what new Pokémon this was!
"Arcanine! Flamethrower!" He snarled, and immediately the large canine sprang forward, a bright flame erupting from between its jaws. Nicolas grinned as the other man gave no order to its Pokémon as the jet of flame tore across the clearing towards it. At the last second the reptile sprung aside, lifting off the ground with a push of its legs it cleared half of the clearing in a second, landing right infront of the obviously shocked Arcanine.
Instinct kicked in and Nicolas opened his mouth.
"Arcanine, use-"
The other trainer spoke before he, the very words making his eyes widen in pure and utter shock and terror. They where words he'd never heard before, not in this contact, and a small part of his brain tried to rationalise and joke it off. But the tone had been serious and so was the reaction. The man had looked puzzled when he gave the Arcanine an order to attack; even more so when it openly breathed fire.
"Kill it."
The reptile lashed out with its right hand, the black claws all but ripping off the side of Arcanines muzzle in a spray of blood. The canine yelped in pain and stumbled back and Nicolas was too stunned to give a command or even try and withdraw the wounded Pokémon. He watched in slow motion as the reptilian stepped closer to the reeling fire type, a grin stretching its gaping maw, tongue snaking out across the large fangs held within.
He watched as a second blow, a closed fist, knocked the Pokémon down on its side. He didn't register the snapping of bone from the impact, just that his companion was in trouble – and he looked to the other trainer now for any sort of sign, a pleading look on his face. All he saw was a smirk, an upturning of lips.
The reptile reached down now, backhanding the Arcanine hard enough to knock two fangs from its mouth when it went to weakly snap at him. The impact of its skull hitting the ground was hard enough to make it stop moving.
The reptile hissed in displeasure that the other had stopped moving, and with a simple swipe tore the canine's throat from its body in a fountain of blood, apparently no longer wishing to play games. It twitched once then died, all light leaving its eyes. Now the creature looked up and grinned wider and the shaking, crying boy in front of it.
"Y...You..."
And then Nicolas turned and ran, fleeing from the clearing and his head companion. Without a backwards glance to the man it begrudgingly called master, the reptile was off after him, leaping through the forest.
Amaguk loved it when they ran.
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Chapter 1
"Do you wish to challenge me?"
The question was a very easy one to answer for young Nicolas Belmont, the answer pouring from his lips in with the cocky overtone he had gained in his two years of training before his mind had even registered the question.
"Hah. You're really ready to loose, huh?" He replied, adjusting his stance and reaching for the Pokeball on his belt before he paused and cocked his head, his short fringe tipping with the movement.
"Do we really have to battle here?" He inquired, glancing to the older man – someone he'd certainly never seen before, and Nicolas knew just about everyone in Viridian city! He didn't look like he was from around here or anywhere near civilisation actually. He wore no shirt and a pair of ripped and faded jeans, no shoes either. He was tanned and wore what looked to be face paint, something that struck Nicolas as odd from the moment they'd met all of a minute ago. It was quite... disgusting to the rich raised boy.
"Yes." The man replied calmly, with not even a smile or a smirk passing over his stone features as he glanced around the clearing set in the middle of the trees within the heart of Viridian Forest. If he was honest, Nicolas had never much liked it here (bugs creeped him out and all the mud could ruin his suit) but even so it was a good place to train up those who weren't quite up to standard within his team – he'd even seen a Pikachu once or twice.
Nicolas decided to make the first move. He let the ball fall into his hand and he clicked the button to enlarge it into full size, before the red beam of light shot from the button and expanded to reveal a rather imposing Arcanine that immediately dropped into a practised stance, tensed and waiting to see the opponent.
Nicolas frowned at the resulting silence – usually everyone commented on his Arcanine, and he rather liked that fact. They weren't exactly the most common of Pokémon and he'd made sure to keep it in immaculate condition. Instead the man seemed to stare at his Pokémon for several long seconds before he reached for what looked to be a wooden whistle of some sort around his neck, hanging from a piece of string, old and worn.
He raised it to his lips and blew on it; there was no sound. Dog whistle perhaps? But Arcanine looked as confused as he, cocking its head. He was used to his opponent coming out from a ball itself; but apparently this one travelled outside of it with the trainer or something. Regardless, he was ready. He straightened his simple suit and looked around; waiting for whatever Pokémon it was to appear. Maybe he was from Heonn? Sinnoh? Unova? (Though Nicolas had doubt; the man looked as if he couldn't afford three decent meals never mind a boat ticket).
There was a blur to his right; something leapt from the treeline with startling speed and landed in a crouch to absorb the impact right next to the other trainer. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, and it almost frightened him a little. It stood on two legs and at full height must have easily been seven feet tall if not higher with a broad muscled chest that rippled with every movement. It had a large thick reptilian head and a long sweeping tail, and each limb was tipped with dagger like claws; Nicolas couldn't see inside of the mouth but he was sure the teeth would be the same size. It had bright blue eyes and its scales where a yellow that faded into a muddy line along its back.
Nicolas stood in awe for several moments, and the reptile glanced at the man beside it with an obvious expression its face, one that was not only disturbingly human but also had the boy's temper flaring – an obvious raise of what passed for eyebrows in a 'really?' type gesture. He was far from weak and neither was his Arcanine, no matter what new Pokémon this was!
"Arcanine! Flamethrower!" He snarled, and immediately the large canine sprang forward, a bright flame erupting from between its jaws. Nicolas grinned as the other man gave no order to its Pokémon as the jet of flame tore across the clearing towards it. At the last second the reptile sprung aside, lifting off the ground with a push of its legs it cleared half of the clearing in a second, landing right infront of the obviously shocked Arcanine.
Instinct kicked in and Nicolas opened his mouth.
"Arcanine, use-"
The other trainer spoke before he, the very words making his eyes widen in pure and utter shock and terror. They where words he'd never heard before, not in this contact, and a small part of his brain tried to rationalise and joke it off. But the tone had been serious and so was the reaction. The man had looked puzzled when he gave the Arcanine an order to attack; even more so when it openly breathed fire.
"Kill it."
The reptile lashed out with its right hand, the black claws all but ripping off the side of Arcanines muzzle in a spray of blood. The canine yelped in pain and stumbled back and Nicolas was too stunned to give a command or even try and withdraw the wounded Pokémon. He watched in slow motion as the reptilian stepped closer to the reeling fire type, a grin stretching its gaping maw, tongue snaking out across the large fangs held within.
He watched as a second blow, a closed fist, knocked the Pokémon down on its side. He didn't register the snapping of bone from the impact, just that his companion was in trouble – and he looked to the other trainer now for any sort of sign, a pleading look on his face. All he saw was a smirk, an upturning of lips.
The reptile reached down now, backhanding the Arcanine hard enough to knock two fangs from its mouth when it went to weakly snap at him. The impact of its skull hitting the ground was hard enough to make it stop moving.
The reptile hissed in displeasure that the other had stopped moving, and with a simple swipe tore the canine's throat from its body in a fountain of blood, apparently no longer wishing to play games. It twitched once then died, all light leaving its eyes. Now the creature looked up and grinned wider and the shaking, crying boy in front of it.
"Y...You..."
And then Nicolas turned and ran, fleeing from the clearing and his head companion. Without a backwards glance to the man it begrudgingly called master, the reptile was off after him, leaping through the forest.
Amaguk loved it when they ran.