Chapter 1: final bell and first pokemon Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. I sat there waiting, along with everyone else in the room, waiting, watching and listening as the clock on the wall of the classroom ticked by in agonizingly long seconds. The room was filled with the tension of more than two dozen graduate students, waiting for their first taste of true freedom in this world, and no one dare say a word. Thirty more seconds, I thought to myself. Twenty. Someone sneezed and I knew that they were just thrown, at least, five different variants of glare attack. Ten. Someone inhaled sharply, and if it was the same person as before, well, I would almost feel sorry for what would happen to them later. Five. Four. Three. The tension rose to almost unbearable levels. Two. And the clock stopped working... Fortunately though the bells had not. We all jumped out of our seats cheering and then went running to the door, flooding out into the hall way and for those that lived in the surrounding area, vacated through the nearest set of double doors to the parking lot. As for me, though, I ran toward the stairs, barreling through anyone that got in my way. After running up several flights of stairs I entered a hallway and ran straight for the door to my room and pulled out my key. Before I could put my key into the doorknob the door opened, pulling back to reveal my room-mate and best friend for the past eight years, Kyle Kiln. “Hey bud,” he asked smirking, “What took you so long?” “Oh you know,” I said, knowing from his ruffled clothes and his harsh breathing that he couldn’t have beaten me by very long, “chatting up the girls that rejected you,” enjoying the scowl his smirk turned into. He sighed, dropping the scowl entirely and stepped back, allowing me to enter, “So the day's finally here, huh, Mark,” he said raising his hand for a high-five. “Yep,” I said, slapping his hand as I went through. I then went over to my bed, and after making sure Kyle had closed the door, stripped out of the horrible school uniform, which consisted of a white button down shirt, a sky blue tie and navy blue dress pants, and threw them all into the backpack that lay on the bed alongside my change of clothes. “So you still heading to your dad’s?” he asked as went over to his own bed and began to do the same. “Yep,” I answered pulling on my dark-red shirt and blue jeans, followed by black coat, with its multiple hidden pockets, and my black and red half-pokeball skull cap, hiding my obnoxiously curly hair, “you still heading to your parents?” I asked of him. “Indeed,” he said, pulling a tan button down over his light blue t-shirt and then began working on lacing up his boots, “they’ve got an egg about to hatch and I’ll hopefully get there in time to see my pokemon emerge.” “Great,” I said encouragingly; as I slid my feet back in to my battered shoes, which was the only item of visible apparel the school didn’t enforce, and swung on my back pack. I then asked, “So you ready to go?” “Am I ever!” He shouted punching a fist into the air, following me out the room, sling his gym bag over his shoulder. The trip back down the stairs was relatively faster then it was going up and walking through the halls was a lot easier now that, just about, everyone had vacated them and we exited the trainer’s school for the last time, less than five minutes after we had gotten to our room. The outside light was harsh for a moment as our eyes adjust to it, and when I could finally see again I looked around at the city I had grown to love over the past eight years. I sighed then walked down the step and over to the bike rack and unchained my bike as Kyle followed me to it. “Well I guess this is good bye,” Kyle said, extending his hand after I had unchained my bike and got on. “Only for a while,” I said shaking his hand, “Faroese isn’t that big, and when we meet again we’re going to battle and I-” “I’m going to win,” He shot in before turning to go, “good luck at the lab,” he called, walking in the direction of the train station that would take him to the harbor. I sighed wishing he hadn’t brought it up, but there was no point in dreading what must happen if I was to achieve my goal, and become the greatest pokemon trainer in Faroese, and eventually. So I lifted my foot and put it on the pedal and began to go, only to be stopped by a girl on another bike. “And where the hell do you think you’re going,” The girl shouted at me. As I looked at her I had to admit, that with her brown hair with blue highlights, sharp brown eyes, and school uniform, she looked quite attractive, or would have if it wasn’t for the cloud of arrogance that she wrapped around herself like a veil. “What do you want, Marla?” I sighed, knowing full well that she wouldn’t let me go anywhere until she got what she wanted. “You heard me. Where. the HELL. Are YOU. Going!” She barked again. “Home,” I said rolling my eyes, turning my bike to go around her only for her to move in front of me again, “Where else.” “Well lucky for you then,” She said, her voice cold and sweet, “You get to escort me to the Lab.” “Excuse me?” I asked shocked at the ridiculous request, “Are you going to pay me?” “Of course not,” She said, flipping her hair, “You’re going to do it because I’m a beautiful young lady.” “How about no,” I said turning my bike once again to the same results. “How about if you don’t, I’ll just follow you anyway,” She said, with a sly smile. I growled, and came up with at least a half-dozen different responses but didn’t say any of them for she was, dispite all the evidence against it, as she said, a girl. I sighed, “Fine.” I then back pedaled and then pedaled forward fast, then making the bike go up on one wheel at the last moment and jumped it over her. “But only if you can keep up!” I shouted to her. “Hey! Evergreen!” She shouted back at me, but I ignored her and kept pedaling faster and faster weaving in and out of traffic ignoring stop lights and signs. I only stopped when I noticed the gigantic TV on the side of Stadium Hall. When Marla finally caught up and stopped she shouted at me, “Evergreen! What the hell do you think you’re doing!” Instead of supplying her with a decent response I raised a hand and shushed her all my attention on the screen which was filled with dark black smoke, “Oh yeah, today’s the first rounds of the Pokemon League championship isn’t it,” Marla murmured to herself. “And we’re back folks,” The announcer shouted over the huge speakers, “and here at Battle City we’re still waiting for the smoke to clear after our two competitors solar beam and outrage attacks collided. Oh the smoke seems to finally be clearing.” The announcer was correct as smoke the slowly drifted away and concrete shapes began to form. When the smoke finally faded the field was destroyed and the winner obvious. On one side there was a Torterra, flipped upside down, and it wasn't even trying to pick itself up, its trainer seemed to be unconscious as well with half his body hidden under its tree. On the other side was huge Dragonair spiraling upwards levitating its trainer in the middle of its spiral. The ref then ran forward and waved a flag identifying the trainer with the Dragonair as the winner. “And that’s that,” the announcer’s voice boomed, “What an amazing battle, and with the use of only one pokemon J secures the victory in the first round!” “That’s going to be me, one day,” I said staring at the screen as it showed a close up of the victorious trainer, a man completely hidden by the cloak that surrounded him, as he returned his pokemon. “Yeah, Evergreen,” Marla said as the screen switch to the guy under the continent pokemon who had medics surrounding him, “You’re going to be the guy under the Torterra.” “No,” I said as the camera switched once more as this trainer J started leaving, “I’m going to be him,” Then a sharp gust of wind blows the cowl of his cloak down revealing a mess of dark hair, and as he turned to face the camera once more I saw his sharp, dark, cold eyes tinted with flecks of silver and then said, "no," once more followed by, “I’m going to be better than him… and no one’s going to stop me.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We biked quietly after that, and even on the train she didn’t say a word. It was after we had gotten out and retrieved our bikes that she finally spoke up. “So what’s your dad like?” She asked as we pedaled away from battle city and toward Jadius Village where both my home and the pokemon lab were located. “He’s nice enough, I guess,” I replied. “Oh,” she said, and again we were plunged into uncomfortable silence. This time the silence continued all the way till we reached the lab. I slowed down as we approached and stared for a moment. It looked like a pretty simple building from the outside, although it was rather large, but compared to the other buildings in the town that called itself a village, it was a monument to the encroaching cities upon the simple hamlets the made up most of the population of the island region that was Faroese. Where the buildings around town where made from mainly brick and sometimes, rarely, concrete and drywall, the lab, however, was made mainly out of a dark glass and steel, and that which wasn’t was made out of some kind of rough white stone. I sighed, then I sighed again. “Well I might as well get this over with,” I said before dismounting the bike and leaned it against the building, and I walked inside while calling loudly, “Hey, everyone! I’m home!” needless to say my outburst was met by a roll of the eyes from Marla, a few shakes of the head and minor greetings from the staff, or at least most of the staff. “Um, excuse me, sir,” One female lab assistant with a stern face said as she walked over to me, “I’m afraid you’ve gotten yourself confused, now if you could please-“ I quieted her with a raise of my hand. “You’re new here,” I asked, crossing my arms, “aren’t you.” “I am most certainly not,” She said her even sterner face turning a dark red, “ I’ll have you know I’ve been working here for two FULL years. Now if I must, I will also inform you that this is not your home. This is a place of science and not a place for stuck up brats like you and miss pricy over there.” Though I smiled at the insult to Marla, calling me a stuck up brat was inexcusable, so I looked around the room till I saw a another lab assistant with a hand over his mouth trying, desperately, not to be heard laughing. “Hey Marco,” I called over, waving to get his attention, “How are Jeanie and Jewel?” “There good, Kid,” He called back managing to swallow back the laughter, “They loved the gifts you sent last Christmas.” “That’s good I was hoping they would,” I said happily then giving him a curious look I asked, “Hey did you know that I, apparently, don’t live here anymore? I mean I knew this was a place of science but I didn’t this wasn’t a place for… oh what was it… spoiled brats like me and miss prissy over there.” Marco, who was unable to hold back the laughter any long, said between breaths, “No, Mark, I didn’t know either of those things,” he then turned, laughing away, as Miss Stern, as I decide to so call her, red stern face turned furious. I then looked around the room to I spotted a different lab assistant who was wearing an amused smile on her face. “Hey, Susan, how’s it between you and… oh what’s his name… Jacob… Jonas… James? It’s been so long…” “Jason, and well,” she held up her hand revealing a diamond ring. “Oh, I’m so happy for you,” I said sincerely, “You have got to send me an invitation to the wedding.” “It’s already in the mail,” She said. “Speaking of mail,” I asked, once again wearing a confused expression, “My dad does still live here, right?” “Last time I checked he did,” Susan said with a laugh and the shake of her head. Then the doors in the back of the front of the lab opened, which drew the attention of everyone room. Out of the doors stepped through a man in his mid-fifties, whose hear had a grey streak in it that I didn’t remember and was wearing a basic white lab coat which, as always, was completely buttoned revealing only his polished black shoes. Following him where to more lab assistants who were talking quietly behind him. “Ah the man of the hour,” I said then waving my arms I shouted, “Hey Dad! I’m home!” “Professor Evergreen, I must inform you that this miscreant and his-“ Miss Stern's once furious expression turned to one of sheer terror, as my words finally sank in. I watched gleefully as the red color drained from her face to paper white, and then to a kind mucus-y yellow-green color. “I heard you the first time, son,” My dad said patting me on the head, something that I let him get away with today, for the sake of Miss Sterns deepening terror. My dad then looked to Miss Stern and asked, “Now ,what was it you were saying Abby?” “Oh! Um! Nothing at all sir,” she said quickly. “I see,” my dad said, giving me a look before I could further terrorize the assistant, then to me he asked, “So I’m hoping your being here means that you have changed your mind and decided to take up a career in science?” “Nope,” I said, rolling my eyes, “I’m here fulfilling our deal. I went to the trainer’s school, now you have to give me a pokemon.” “I guess I do,” He sighed then spotting Marla asked, “Well now who is this charming young lady?” Marla then shot forward and grabbed me dad’s hand, “Hello, I’m Marla and I was in the same graduating class as Marky here, and was wondering if I could get a pokemon as well,” She said rapidly in her way to nice to be true voice. “Marky?” I asked in disbelief. “Well, including Mark we already have five new trainers today-” my dad said until one of the assistants behind him leaned forward and whispered something in his ear, “Oh? Well Marla, it seems you’re in luck one of the perspective trainers called to reschedule not long ago and we have a spot to fill.” “Yes,” She said to herself, throwing a fist into the air. “Ok then,” my dad said eyeing the gesture, “Well I’m going to leave you two in the capable hands of Assistant Trall,” waved a hand to one of the assistants behind him. This assistant then said in a rather dull and nasally voice, “If you would follow me please,” He then turned on a dime and started walking toward the door to the back not even bothering to see if we were following. After we passed through the door we entered along hall way that split off into multiple other labs, none of which we entered as we walked to the very end of the hall way to a black metal door. The assistant pressed several buttons on a key pad and the door slide open allowing us to enter, “please stand under one of the lights,” The assistant said, after we had entered, before pressing another button closing the door. As we looked around we noticed that the five circular spots of light colored silver, red, brown, tan, and blue were the only source of light in the room. As the other three were already occupied we took the latter two, me in the tan, Marla in the blue. Once we stepped into our lights a hologram of my dad appeared before us. “Welcome,” Holo-dad said, “I am professor Evergreen, and this,” my dad disappeared to be replaced by a 3-d map of all the islands in our region, “is Faroese. Faroese is a place filled with many wonderful and magnificent creatures called pokemon,” the map was replaced by rapid fire holograms of various pokemon, which were then replaced by holo-dad, “And as trainers it’s your job to capture, train, and grow with these creatures. To that end we, the pokemon league and myself, are happy to present you with these,” out of the floor before us rose five podiums, laden with a strange device that looked similar to some of the latest Smartphone’s, a leather bound notebook, and six pokeballs, five of them smaller and surrounding the larger one in a pentagon, “Your first pokemon and your pokedex. If you would also take note ,the notebook before you and the five miniaturized pokeballs surrounding the larger one. The former will serve as your pass port and to hold your trainer Id card, as well as, I hope, a journal of your journeys throughout the world. Mean while the latter are your pokeballs in their storage form, to enlarge them to catch, release, and reveal form simply touch the center button, to miniaturize them once more touch the center button and hold it down till its stopped shrinking. To ‘call out’ your pokemon, as you trainers call it, simply press and release the button once it is at its larger form. Now if you would please, collect your new supplies and pokemon and return to the front lab for your Trainer Card. That is all.” Holo-dad disappeared and the door swung open once more temporarily blinding me for a moment. Once I could see again I put my pokedex into one of the main pockets on the outside of my coat, my journal into one of my inner pockets, and the five Pokeballs into my coats zippered breast pocket. As I picked up the Pokeball that held my new pokemon, I clicked the button, causing the red lid to flip open and a red light to shoot out of the ball, which then formed into a small brown and white oversized ant with stumpy legs, an oversized head and beady eyes. “Aw, thats the one I wanted,” the guy in the brown light complained. “Hi, there Trapinch. I’m Mark and I’m going to be your trainer from now on, ok?” I asked it as I went to pet its head, only for it to latch its sharp toothy mouth onto my hand, while saying, “Traaaapinch!” “OW!” I shouted venomously shaking my hand wildly, “Get it off of me!” -------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok, hi everyone! I’m Nitros and thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. I plan on writing more chapters for this and please leave any comments, concerns, or critiques you may have. Also Faroese is a region I, and a few friends, came up with and a friend of mine is working on a map of Faroese and I plan to have that, or a link to it in my signature as soon as possible. Thanks again and please keep watching for any new chapters I put up.