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This is my first fic. It will follow the path of the games, starting with the RBGY (With some elements from FR and LG thrown in, including the Sevii Islands), GSC, Coloseum, RSE, XD, and will continue. I will be using characters from the manga, only I will make them have different personalities and goals.
This epic (I'm calling it that because it will be very long) will be rated PG 13 for violence, occasional strong language, and other generic PG 13 things.
Please critique. Constructive criticism welcome
I only have the prologue so far. Enjoy!
Red, Blue, Green, Yellow: The Kanto Saga!
Prologue
It was night on an island south of Kanto and just north of the Sevii Archipelago. A woman dressed in the traditional blue and purple robes of a cleric of Mew stumbled through the undergrowth of jungle interior of the island. She was part of a sect that protected the decadent temple in the very center of the isle. The clergy had heard noises in the jungle that sounded like shooting early that day. They were sending clerics out to find the intruders. About two hundred yards away another cleric, a young man, made his way through the foliage.
Then suddenly, a vine grabbed him around his ankles. It hoisted him up into the canopy. It was a bell shaped plant with two vine appendages, a Victreebel. He squirted deadly acid on the cleric who quickly dissolved. A man in a black uniform with a red R on its front stood on a nearby branch. He took a pokeball off his belt and recalled the carnivorous plant. He took another pokeball and released a green mantis-like pokemon, a Scyther.
The man pointed at the other cleric, who was now running, and commanded “Don’t let her get away! Eviscerate her!” The cleric called out an Abra, and grabbed on to her shouting a command to teleport. But before they disappeared and the air rushed into the resulting vacuum with a loud crack, the Scyther pierced his scythe-like appendage into the young woman’s heart and across her chest.
An elderly man, the High Cleric of the sect, stood at the stairs of the crumbling, overgrown ruins. He heard the screams of death and pain from the scattered clerics. He stood ready for combat, his staff at the ready, though it was likely to be useless. Suddenly he heard the dull thud of displaced air and a young cleric and an Abra appeared next to him. The woman gasped in pain. She sputtered and gurgled “We’re under attack!” Blood then spilled from her mouth, and she moved no more.
The man said a prayer for her soul, and turned his attention to the underbrush. Several men and women dressed in black uniforms burst out of the underbrush. One of the people stepped forward. He wore a weird electric visor and spoke in a cold and hating voice. “Give up Mew and we shall let you go die quickly”.
The High Cleric shook his head and said “I would rather die than give up my goddess to you fiends.”
“Then you shall.” A Beedrill flew down from behind and stung the cleric in the back. He fell to the ground, shaking.
The man in the uniform smirked. “I have genetically altered my Beedrill” he said as he recalled the wasp-like pokemon. “His venom is extremely potent. You will be dead soon.
Just then the air rippled with a bright light. A pink cat like creature hovered in the air. It was Mew. Her eyes shone bright. Rays of energy shot from her form, striking the people. Many of them were killed, but most fled through the jungle. She flew after them, picking a few off. When they reached the beached, they jumped into helicopters or waded out to and entered a large submarine. Mew shot down the helicopters with ease, which fell burning into the ocean. She used her powers to create a massive burst of water that surfaced the submarine. She then rammed the craft onto a large rocky outcropping. The submarine split in two and the pieces sank into the sea.
Mew looked back into the jungle where the slain clerics lay. She told their souls they had fought well and would be awarded in the afterlife. She reminisced that she must finish her task. Her first chosen, one in the first four of her first set of chosen. Her chosen would all have mighty destinies, to be great pokemon trainers and face dire peril and do good things. She had to witness the child being born and bestow her blessing on it. She reached out with her senses. She sensed a pregnant women north in Pallet Town, soon to give birth. She had to get there.
As she zoomed off in a hurry, the man with the visor surfaced clutching a tentacool in one hand. In the other, he held a pair of simple metal tweezers. In those tweezers, was a single piece of pink hair.
5 years later…
It was night in Kanto. On Cinnabar Island, a tall and luxurious mansion stood on a peninsula of the isle. Inside the mansion a banquet and ball was going on. Inside the ballroom, people, mostly scientists and prestigious members of TR (Team Rocket), danced and chatted. Four people stood drinking wine next to a large freshwater aquarium housing several Whiscash from the distant land of Hoenn.
Two were scientists, a dark skinned woman known as Dr. Fera and a old bald man with glasses and a white moustache known as Dr. Blaine, who had was also Cinnabar’s gymleader. The two others had donated money to the scientists for their cause. One was Juron Silph, a short brown haired man, president of the Silph Corporation, a company based on making hi-tech devices. The other was a tale blonde woman named Freila Silph, Juron’s wife.
“So how is your daughter?” Dr. Fera asked.
“Sabrina is doing fine.” Said Freila “She going through puberty has caused her power to go insane. Her doctor says to just let her develop her telekinesis on her own, no need to send her to a school for psychics or anything. She just got her first pokemon last month, a little Abra. She just loves him to death. They’re always teleporting about the city. She hardly ever uses the limo anymore. She’s also a gym trainer now, she loves working there with the psychic pokemon.”
“Speaking of psychic pokemon, may we see the creature?” Asked Juron.
Dr. Blaine hesitated “Well…”
Dr. Fera spoke “They did donate a great deal of money. They deserve to see it.”
Blaine sighed “Alright. But you must tell no one what you see. Follow me.”
They walked down a grand staircase. They then walked down a hallway and through a door that led to the basement. They walked through rooms filled with equipment until they came to the creature.
He lay on a long stretcher restrained down by metal cuffs around his limbs and neck. His short fur was purple and white and his body, vaguely feline, was sleekly muscled. His eyes remained closed. Wires were attached all over him.
“It’s wonderful!” exclaimed Juron.
Blaine said “We have genetically altered Mew to make her perfect. He is the result. His name shall be Mewtwo.”
Dr. Fera said “I think Mewtwo is a horrible name. So unoriginal.”
Suddenly the computer next to the table pinged. Mewtwo’s brainwaves were exhilarating.
“He is waking!” Blaine gasped “Don’t worry. The cuffs can hold off a huge amount of psychic energy.” Blaine checked the computer. “He seems confused. He doesn’t know where he is, or who he is.”
Mewtwo eyes opened. Telekinetic energy thrashed around the cuffs. At first, the energy did nothing. But then, the metal bent.
“Run!” Dr. Fera screamed.
Mewtwo stood and telekinetic energy whipped around, destroying machinery and imploding the computer. He starred at the people standing in front of them. They ran off. Once upstairs they shouted a warning to those upstairs, but they were not heard. They ran out the door. Mewtwo climbed the stairs to the ballroom. People stopped and stared. Mewtwo then destroyed the aquarium, spraying people with water, glass, and flailing Whiscash. People began to run and scream. One sent out a Snorlax. He blasted a beam of energy at the pokemon. It failed to penetrate the pokemon's thick skin but the pokemon fell over and slammed into the dance floor, which collapsed into the first floor, dragging people down with it. He blasted people against the windows, crashing them through. Only a few lucky ones missed the rocks and fell into the sea.
The destruction continued until everyone was dead or had fled. Mewtwo looked around at the damaged mansion and then flew off into the sky.
This epic (I'm calling it that because it will be very long) will be rated PG 13 for violence, occasional strong language, and other generic PG 13 things.
Please critique. Constructive criticism welcome
I only have the prologue so far. Enjoy!
Red, Blue, Green, Yellow: The Kanto Saga!
Prologue
It was night on an island south of Kanto and just north of the Sevii Archipelago. A woman dressed in the traditional blue and purple robes of a cleric of Mew stumbled through the undergrowth of jungle interior of the island. She was part of a sect that protected the decadent temple in the very center of the isle. The clergy had heard noises in the jungle that sounded like shooting early that day. They were sending clerics out to find the intruders. About two hundred yards away another cleric, a young man, made his way through the foliage.
Then suddenly, a vine grabbed him around his ankles. It hoisted him up into the canopy. It was a bell shaped plant with two vine appendages, a Victreebel. He squirted deadly acid on the cleric who quickly dissolved. A man in a black uniform with a red R on its front stood on a nearby branch. He took a pokeball off his belt and recalled the carnivorous plant. He took another pokeball and released a green mantis-like pokemon, a Scyther.
The man pointed at the other cleric, who was now running, and commanded “Don’t let her get away! Eviscerate her!” The cleric called out an Abra, and grabbed on to her shouting a command to teleport. But before they disappeared and the air rushed into the resulting vacuum with a loud crack, the Scyther pierced his scythe-like appendage into the young woman’s heart and across her chest.
An elderly man, the High Cleric of the sect, stood at the stairs of the crumbling, overgrown ruins. He heard the screams of death and pain from the scattered clerics. He stood ready for combat, his staff at the ready, though it was likely to be useless. Suddenly he heard the dull thud of displaced air and a young cleric and an Abra appeared next to him. The woman gasped in pain. She sputtered and gurgled “We’re under attack!” Blood then spilled from her mouth, and she moved no more.
The man said a prayer for her soul, and turned his attention to the underbrush. Several men and women dressed in black uniforms burst out of the underbrush. One of the people stepped forward. He wore a weird electric visor and spoke in a cold and hating voice. “Give up Mew and we shall let you go die quickly”.
The High Cleric shook his head and said “I would rather die than give up my goddess to you fiends.”
“Then you shall.” A Beedrill flew down from behind and stung the cleric in the back. He fell to the ground, shaking.
The man in the uniform smirked. “I have genetically altered my Beedrill” he said as he recalled the wasp-like pokemon. “His venom is extremely potent. You will be dead soon.
Just then the air rippled with a bright light. A pink cat like creature hovered in the air. It was Mew. Her eyes shone bright. Rays of energy shot from her form, striking the people. Many of them were killed, but most fled through the jungle. She flew after them, picking a few off. When they reached the beached, they jumped into helicopters or waded out to and entered a large submarine. Mew shot down the helicopters with ease, which fell burning into the ocean. She used her powers to create a massive burst of water that surfaced the submarine. She then rammed the craft onto a large rocky outcropping. The submarine split in two and the pieces sank into the sea.
Mew looked back into the jungle where the slain clerics lay. She told their souls they had fought well and would be awarded in the afterlife. She reminisced that she must finish her task. Her first chosen, one in the first four of her first set of chosen. Her chosen would all have mighty destinies, to be great pokemon trainers and face dire peril and do good things. She had to witness the child being born and bestow her blessing on it. She reached out with her senses. She sensed a pregnant women north in Pallet Town, soon to give birth. She had to get there.
As she zoomed off in a hurry, the man with the visor surfaced clutching a tentacool in one hand. In the other, he held a pair of simple metal tweezers. In those tweezers, was a single piece of pink hair.
5 years later…
It was night in Kanto. On Cinnabar Island, a tall and luxurious mansion stood on a peninsula of the isle. Inside the mansion a banquet and ball was going on. Inside the ballroom, people, mostly scientists and prestigious members of TR (Team Rocket), danced and chatted. Four people stood drinking wine next to a large freshwater aquarium housing several Whiscash from the distant land of Hoenn.
Two were scientists, a dark skinned woman known as Dr. Fera and a old bald man with glasses and a white moustache known as Dr. Blaine, who had was also Cinnabar’s gymleader. The two others had donated money to the scientists for their cause. One was Juron Silph, a short brown haired man, president of the Silph Corporation, a company based on making hi-tech devices. The other was a tale blonde woman named Freila Silph, Juron’s wife.
“So how is your daughter?” Dr. Fera asked.
“Sabrina is doing fine.” Said Freila “She going through puberty has caused her power to go insane. Her doctor says to just let her develop her telekinesis on her own, no need to send her to a school for psychics or anything. She just got her first pokemon last month, a little Abra. She just loves him to death. They’re always teleporting about the city. She hardly ever uses the limo anymore. She’s also a gym trainer now, she loves working there with the psychic pokemon.”
“Speaking of psychic pokemon, may we see the creature?” Asked Juron.
Dr. Blaine hesitated “Well…”
Dr. Fera spoke “They did donate a great deal of money. They deserve to see it.”
Blaine sighed “Alright. But you must tell no one what you see. Follow me.”
They walked down a grand staircase. They then walked down a hallway and through a door that led to the basement. They walked through rooms filled with equipment until they came to the creature.
He lay on a long stretcher restrained down by metal cuffs around his limbs and neck. His short fur was purple and white and his body, vaguely feline, was sleekly muscled. His eyes remained closed. Wires were attached all over him.
“It’s wonderful!” exclaimed Juron.
Blaine said “We have genetically altered Mew to make her perfect. He is the result. His name shall be Mewtwo.”
Dr. Fera said “I think Mewtwo is a horrible name. So unoriginal.”
Suddenly the computer next to the table pinged. Mewtwo’s brainwaves were exhilarating.
“He is waking!” Blaine gasped “Don’t worry. The cuffs can hold off a huge amount of psychic energy.” Blaine checked the computer. “He seems confused. He doesn’t know where he is, or who he is.”
Mewtwo eyes opened. Telekinetic energy thrashed around the cuffs. At first, the energy did nothing. But then, the metal bent.
“Run!” Dr. Fera screamed.
Mewtwo stood and telekinetic energy whipped around, destroying machinery and imploding the computer. He starred at the people standing in front of them. They ran off. Once upstairs they shouted a warning to those upstairs, but they were not heard. They ran out the door. Mewtwo climbed the stairs to the ballroom. People stopped and stared. Mewtwo then destroyed the aquarium, spraying people with water, glass, and flailing Whiscash. People began to run and scream. One sent out a Snorlax. He blasted a beam of energy at the pokemon. It failed to penetrate the pokemon's thick skin but the pokemon fell over and slammed into the dance floor, which collapsed into the first floor, dragging people down with it. He blasted people against the windows, crashing them through. Only a few lucky ones missed the rocks and fell into the sea.
The destruction continued until everyone was dead or had fled. Mewtwo looked around at the damaged mansion and then flew off into the sky.
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