this is my second attempt at my first fan fiction as zephyr flare shut the first one down after i wrote "p.s.i have not finished the first chapter and will put it up when i'm done" and i ment i had put in the prolouge but not the first chapter which i was going to put into another post i am sorry to have caused confusion i am also sorry if this statement is offensive or inacurrate but it is as far as i know what happened. i say the same as last time, i will welcome constructive critism.
here is the prolouge and the first chapter
prolouge
“Hello my name is Alexander I am going to be you’re master for the next 13 years until you are released to the world”
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I still remember that small bunch of words even though it was 6 years ago. it was not a nice or gentle voice, but now i don't really think even the most lucky person in the world would have got those niceties here
I was five years old
My name is Ben and I no longer can remember my mother’s face. I lived in a detention camp that has been hidden from the world. It is in the badlands between the two regions-kanto and houen-on a artificial island made to contain young kids until they where made into savage fighters or turned 18 upon which they where taken to be re-educated at a secret base. Depending on how they did where given ranks in the covert organization team rocket. I narrowly escaped that fate.
This is my story.
the start
“AAARRRR” once again I wake up screaming, what a surprise.
“What’s wrong” that was mike the kid in the bed next to me life would have been a living hell without his help, well more so than usual.
“Don’t worry Ben, every one has nightmares here its natural. I do. Have ones where I’m not a tall, blue-eyed hunk”
“You mean real life then”
“Yep that’s the stuff”
He really had brown hair, was shorter than me, had hazel eyes and a small build even though he had a personality that sometimes made you think he was going to get coloured contact lenses, hire a really good personal trainer and walk around in shoes with high heels.
“Everybody wake up” yelled a man in the get-up of a team rocket handler. He wore a red and white shirt (symbol red background white) and long white skin tight pants as well as the cap most team rocket grunts where.
“Hello Andrew” that was Luke he was the biggest one and the strongest one in the room.
“You know full well my name is Alexander, Luke” he said icily probably devising a way to get back at him. “Well even if outspoken Luke there will not be participating, today is the day where you will be allowed to try to catch a pokemon each.” The impact of these few words froze us and we went calmly and received some pokeballs each and went outside for the first day in our time here. Then we got the use of our tongue’s back “I’m gonna catch a rhyhorn” “pidgey” “grovyle” “aipom” only me and mike didn’t join the fray of voices.
We slipped off into the forest and the gates surrounding the compound, we both wanted to catch a pokemon but we wanted to escape more. We where zigzagging through the woods trying to remain unnoticed by the others. As we got towards the gates we started to go straight and made a break for the door we hit the fence post at a run and burst straight through it. But it did not go as we planned they caught before we went two meters from the compound we got hit by conflicting sound waves from jigglypuffs and explouds, the gate guards. After the songs and the hyper voices subsided we where bruised and sleeping.
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“Well I hope you’re happy now. you two have too have your catching session next month, this severely limits the things I can do in that time training sessions, pokemonology and many other thing that require pokemon to do will have to be postponed. The rest of your unit will not thank you but before I deliver you to there clutches you will be sent to the stove for a few hours and you will learn to fear the consequences of going against the mighty team rocket” we sit there in silence until we here the word stove when we start protesting with the force of a broken dam. The stove is a furnace like room that is heated to punish disobedient boys a.ka. Me and Mike.
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“Boy I hate having to go to the stove it kills”
me and mike are sitting on my bed talking waiting for everyone else to come back and pound us for postponing the pokemon lessons
“You tell me every time we try to make a break for it, I know it kills”
“I’m just going to say one thing Ben, I just want to stop getting scorched. Maybe we should make a plan instead of just running for it”
“I do make plans you just don’t follow them”
“well maybe I don’t but I do have a plan that I will follow”
to be continued
it may or may not be any good but who knows it might be
here is the prolouge and the first chapter
prolouge
“Hello my name is Alexander I am going to be you’re master for the next 13 years until you are released to the world”
----
I still remember that small bunch of words even though it was 6 years ago. it was not a nice or gentle voice, but now i don't really think even the most lucky person in the world would have got those niceties here
I was five years old
My name is Ben and I no longer can remember my mother’s face. I lived in a detention camp that has been hidden from the world. It is in the badlands between the two regions-kanto and houen-on a artificial island made to contain young kids until they where made into savage fighters or turned 18 upon which they where taken to be re-educated at a secret base. Depending on how they did where given ranks in the covert organization team rocket. I narrowly escaped that fate.
This is my story.
the start
“AAARRRR” once again I wake up screaming, what a surprise.
“What’s wrong” that was mike the kid in the bed next to me life would have been a living hell without his help, well more so than usual.
“Don’t worry Ben, every one has nightmares here its natural. I do. Have ones where I’m not a tall, blue-eyed hunk”
“You mean real life then”
“Yep that’s the stuff”
He really had brown hair, was shorter than me, had hazel eyes and a small build even though he had a personality that sometimes made you think he was going to get coloured contact lenses, hire a really good personal trainer and walk around in shoes with high heels.
“Everybody wake up” yelled a man in the get-up of a team rocket handler. He wore a red and white shirt (symbol red background white) and long white skin tight pants as well as the cap most team rocket grunts where.
“Hello Andrew” that was Luke he was the biggest one and the strongest one in the room.
“You know full well my name is Alexander, Luke” he said icily probably devising a way to get back at him. “Well even if outspoken Luke there will not be participating, today is the day where you will be allowed to try to catch a pokemon each.” The impact of these few words froze us and we went calmly and received some pokeballs each and went outside for the first day in our time here. Then we got the use of our tongue’s back “I’m gonna catch a rhyhorn” “pidgey” “grovyle” “aipom” only me and mike didn’t join the fray of voices.
We slipped off into the forest and the gates surrounding the compound, we both wanted to catch a pokemon but we wanted to escape more. We where zigzagging through the woods trying to remain unnoticed by the others. As we got towards the gates we started to go straight and made a break for the door we hit the fence post at a run and burst straight through it. But it did not go as we planned they caught before we went two meters from the compound we got hit by conflicting sound waves from jigglypuffs and explouds, the gate guards. After the songs and the hyper voices subsided we where bruised and sleeping.
----
“Well I hope you’re happy now. you two have too have your catching session next month, this severely limits the things I can do in that time training sessions, pokemonology and many other thing that require pokemon to do will have to be postponed. The rest of your unit will not thank you but before I deliver you to there clutches you will be sent to the stove for a few hours and you will learn to fear the consequences of going against the mighty team rocket” we sit there in silence until we here the word stove when we start protesting with the force of a broken dam. The stove is a furnace like room that is heated to punish disobedient boys a.ka. Me and Mike.
----
“Boy I hate having to go to the stove it kills”
me and mike are sitting on my bed talking waiting for everyone else to come back and pound us for postponing the pokemon lessons
“You tell me every time we try to make a break for it, I know it kills”
“I’m just going to say one thing Ben, I just want to stop getting scorched. Maybe we should make a plan instead of just running for it”
“I do make plans you just don’t follow them”
“well maybe I don’t but I do have a plan that I will follow”
to be continued
it may or may not be any good but who knows it might be