FireTrainer92
The Point of Origin
Okay I rushed the first chapter because somebody had my Idea I'd been working on for 5 months so this edited version should be better. Kudos Chibi Pika for editing
Introduction:
Rangers protect, serve, and help people and pokémon alike. They use pokémon in their quest by capturing them using a device called a stylus. It’s like a spinning top that encircles the pokémon, communicating the ranger’s feelings to it. Once you get a pokémon, you can either use them to catch other pokémon or to clear obstacles, but once you use them, they must be released.
Rangers are unlike trainers who actually keep their pokémon, unless it is a partner. They don’t believe in actually taking pokémon from their natural habitat.
My name is Mickey. I was a trainer once then I became a ranger to further train my Typhlosion. After I learned that I could not capture pokémon and keep them because of taking pokémon from their habitat is wrong, I had to hide the fact that Typhlosion is my pokémon that I caught with a pokéball.
Unfortunately, a ranger from Ringtown, Fiore named Lunick found the pokéball in my room in a ranger base. Now I’m here in the Ranger leader of Ringtown, Spencer’s, office.
Chapter 1: How a card can change one’s life
“You know you can’t own pokémon. It’s out of its habitat,” Spenser stated firmly.
Feeling myself grow even more defensive, I protested, “I’ve had this pokémon since I was eleven!”
“So you’ll have to release it!” he reinforced
“NO!” I was outraged at the prospect of giving up my first pokémon.
“Then you’re fired!”
“WHAT!” I shouted. But it was too late. Spenser left the room and there was nothing more I could say.
I stormed around the outskirts of Fall City, muttering to myself. “I can’t believe this. First my stylus breaks, then I get fired. Lunick always messes things up. What am I to do now? I still have this stupid Ringtown Ranger uniform on. Maybe I’ll rent me a hotel in Summerland. Whatever it is, I’ll figure it out. I do need to fix my hair to look at Jin from that fighting game, and this headband is cutting off my circulation.”
“Mickey is that you?” a voice says behind me.
I turned around suddenly, surprised at who I saw. “Kindra, how have you been?”
“Fine?” says the five feet 14 year old. She always wears a blue skirt and a white jacket with a blue tank top. Her hair was brown and always in a ponytail.
We talked about all of the good times we had on our journeys together and how she was about to vacation here in Fiore. I told her that I was fired from being a ranger. She was surprised as much as I was when Spencer told me that I was fired. We waved good-bye to each other and I departed to Summerland…
“Room E11 and here is your card key.” the hotel receptionist said to me.
I took the card and went up into my room, gazing out the window when I got there. Summerland was a tropical paradise. Trees, beaches, the goods... I was going to call room service until I saw some shady characters walking around the hotel. It was the Go-Rock Squad, a band of wannabe rangers who used super styluses to capture pokémon. They were always wearing red black and white jumpsuits with a yellow wig on.
Wondering what they were up to, I grabbed Typhlosion’s pokéball and headed out of the hotel.
“Okay, the ranger with the Typhlosion is in this hotel!” one of the Go-Rock members said.
“What does he look like?” the other member asked, fixing his wig.
“He has the Ringtown uniform on,” the member replies.
I overheard them talking about me. They’re not exactly what you’d call smart. I readied my pokéball, thinking to myself that they had probably never seen a pokémon battle before.
Suddenly, they spotted me. One of the members ordered, “It’s him—use the super stylus!”
“Okay, shut your yap!” the other member answered, launching the super stylus towards me. The stylus started to make a blue ring around my Typhlosion. If the ring got too tight, they could take my Typhlosion from me!
“They must not know… Typhlosion go and use flame wheel!” I yelled as the volcano pokémon was released.
“Typhlo!” Typhlosion yelled, turning into a fiery missile while charging towards the stylus.
The stylus broke easily from the rushing flames. The men were shocked to find a pokémon so strong! I of course, knew they were no threat, but why did they want Typhlosion or even me? The other member showed me a Poliwrath that seemed to be controlled by the stylus. A water pokémon teamed with a stylus meant trouble for Typhlosion. The Poliwrath spouted some pretty bubbles but not the ones you would want to be in. Suddenly, one of the bubbles trapped my Typhlosion. Now the stylus spun into rings around my Typhlosion.
“Typhlosion, use a thunderpunch on Poliwrath then break the stylus with a flame wheel!” I yelled, feeling the exhilaration from the battle. Typhlosion charged up his electrified fist. The sparks broke the bubble and Typhlosion punched the spiral center of the tadpole pokémon. Then Typhlosion turned into a flaming missile and charged into the stylus. “This is too easy,” I muttered.
“Hmm your skill might be useful to our cause,” a man said. He was in a Black Wintown Ranger outfit and standing next to the hotel.
“Who the heck are you?” I demanded, recalling my Typhlosion into its red and white sphere.
“I’m what you call a renegade ranger,” he replied.
“What do you want?” I ask, still apprehensive.
“I want you to join us. See, we renegade rangers used to be rangers. We mostly got fired or quit,” the man explained. “The name is Neil.”
“Why do you dress in black, and still wearing your old uniform?” I asked. I really needed to stop asking him questions.
“All of your questions can be answered if you join us. Here’s a card,” Neil said, giving me a black card with the picture of a Lucario. The man walked toward a blue dinosaur looking pokémon with a shell on its back. He boarded the Lapras and rode off on the ocean.
I returned to the hotel and pondered on the decision. The fact that I could get my revenge was great. Moreover, I would be protecting pokémon. Finally, I decided to go. I spray-painted my Ringtown uniform black to look the part. I called Kindra telling her about what I’m doing. She didn’t seem to like the idea but she was glad I was doing something.
The next day I woke up and ate my morning breakfast. I gathered my pokéballs and grabbed the card. I read the card’s directions and headed to Sekra Range.
I made it to Wintown, the northernmost city in Fiore. This place was colder than most others but I could deal. As I headed down the path that led to the Sekra Range, I saw a wanted poster of Neil. I could see his dark but calm eyes. He had a black long perm. I ignored the picture and headed further out of the city limits.
“Welcome to our secret base!” Neil said upon my arrival. “This is where you will be briefed and debriefed on your missions.”
“Hi, umm…where do I sign up?” I asked.
“Here. How old are you?” he asked me while booting up his computer.
“16.” I said, waiting to get my official ID.
“Mickey Brown, age 16, Rank 5,” the computer said, processing the ID.
“Why rank 5 so early?” I asked while receiving my ID.
“You are more experienced than most of the renegade rangers. Now let me show you around,” Neil said, starting to showing me around the base.
“You never answered my question of why do we wear black,” I told Neil.
“It’s just to show that we’re outcasts,” he answered, still showing me the base. I never did like the word outcast.
The base wasn’t large. In fact, it looked a lot like the other ranger bases. Everyone was wearing black ranger uniform, mostly of the Fall City design.
“You’ll be going on your first mission now. You’ll investigate The Go-Rock squad in the Olive jungle,” Neil briefed me. “You’ll have a partner to accompany you.” I liked the fact that I wouldn’t be alone.
“Okay!” I said excited for my first mission.
“Hi, I’m Donny I’ll be your partner,” a boy who looked around 15 wearing a black Ringtown ranger uniform with a black headband and has a red ponytail said. “So you’re the ranger. Well, let’s go.”
Donny and I walked out of the base. We talked about how we got to be in the renegade rangers. He was fired from being a ranger for catching pokémon permanently. His pokémon, Donphan, was at Fiore Temple and had followed him after the Gordor incident so he caught it. Spencer saw him and fired him on the spot.
“Well, we’re here!” I said pointing at the entrance. It was raining hard—typical in Olive Jungle. I was glad that my hotel was just a few miles away because as soon as I was done I could go straight to sleep. As we entered the deepest part of the lush green jungle with pokémon and exotic plants, I spotted a Grovyle family being tortured by the Go-Rock squad. We hid in the bushes and tried to think of a plan.
“I’ll get Grovyle; you just save the rest of the family,” I instructed quietly.
“Hello!” I said, punching the first goon I could see. Afterward, I kneed him in the stomach to knock him out. As a renegade, I can do that. His little friend came from behind and I just elbowed him in the nose. I turned around and grabbed Grovyle before the other Go-Rocks noticed. I put the green gecko pokémon somewhere safe before running back and bringing out Typhlosion.
“Ty!” Typhlosion screamed. I nodded my head and he went on to help Donny. All of a sudden, a blue streak came across my face. When I looked down, I saw a Stylus. Next I heard a familiar voice.
“So, Mickey long time no see.” a voice says up in the trees. It was a boy with a Ringtown ranger outfit with a red headband with blue shaggy hair. “Who would have thought that Mickey would be the enemy?”
“Lunick. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick your ***!” I spat. I usually don’t swear but this guy gets me mad.
“Why do I have to be the enemy? Just because—” I started before he cut me off.
“Give me the Grovyle and nobody gets hurt,” he said while his Minun came for the rear. I looked back at the battle between Donny and Go-Rock Squad. Donny released his Donphan.
“Typhlosion, come here we have a score to settle,” I told Typhlosion, and he immediately came to me. “I know you do not know how to battle, but try to capture my Typhlosion,” I challenged
“Okay!” Lunick said, getting his stylus and putting it in the launcher. “Minun, let’s go!” he exclaimed while the blue, rabbit-looking pokémon stands by his side.
He launches his stylus and it starts to circle Typhlosion but it’s not enough. It breaks the line. Typhlosion tries to shoot a flamethrower at the stylus but it moved just a little bit too fast.
“Typhlosion wait until it starts to feel tight then use flame wheel!” I tell my fire pokémon. It started to make rings around Typhlosion. While this was going on, I looked a Minun that whole time until…
“Minun discharge NOW!” Lunick said while clenching his fist and giving a slight grin. Typhlosion was shocked at full power that left him paralyzed. Typhlosion could have been caught just then if it weren’t for a little green surprise.
“Grovyle!” the little green gecko cried. Grovyle had used a leaf blade, cutting the stylus line and knocking Minun out. It had a favor it had to return. I returned the volcano pokémon, deciding to let Grovyle finish the bout. Grovyle was quick, but Lunick’s stylus was quick too. All of a sudden, his stylus got a speed boost, ensnaring Grovyle in a tight bind. Now I couldn’t think of anything to do but wait.
“Grooooo!” the gecko yelled. The leaves on its arm began to grow thanks to its special ability, overgrow. Lunick’s stylus had broken, creating a mini explosion. In shock, he exited the jungle saying words that would stick to me for probably a long time.
“Mickey, a ranger’s values makes him strong. Knowing what you fight for and why is almost important as fighting itself,” Lunick said, walking away. “I don’t know why I told you that but hopefully it’ll help you.” I didn’t understand it. Somehow, I knew that it would help in my days as a renegade. I turn around and see the Grovyle at my feet. I guess it wanted to stay with me to repay its debt. I threw the pokéball at it. It sealed itself as soon as I threw the ball. I felt overjoyed. My eyes brightened as went to go find my partner.
“Mickey, they’re gone!” Donny said from behind. “They left after Donphan and I broke their styluses.”
“Let’s go back to base and debrief.” I said heroically. “No, I’ll go to my hotel and you’ll debrief us,” I corrected while slightly laughing. I started to walk back to my Summerland Hotel
“Did you capture the Venusaur?” a man with grey hair a purple suit and white beady eyes said.
“Yes Sir Rock!” a grunt said in the shadows of an office.
Upon hearing this news, the man laughed maniacally.
I undressed and took a long shower, getting all of the dirt and grime off my body from the mission I did earlier. I checked my pokégear for any messages to find one from Kindra. It said that she was in Fall City checking out some factory. I assumed she was talking about Dusk Factory. She also said that she had seen some mysterious figures there. I sent her a message back, saying meet me there tomorrow at 12:00. I also sent a message to Neil saying that I would be investigating Dusk factory. I decided to watch a pokémon reality show, but I nodded off.
I yawned, waking up ready and alert. I put on my uniform and headed out the door. It was 11:00am. I took the ferry to Fall City. When I arrived, a festival had started. I had to keep cover because renegade rangers were wanted here. I don’t know why we were wanted in Wintown and Fall City. I walked to Dusk Factory quietly, trying not to catch any attention. By then it was 11:59. Kindra was supposed to be here. I waited thirty more minutes before going inside the since dismantled factory.
The factory was surprisingly lit and functional. It had scientists, machines, henchmen, you name it, even though it looked run down from the outside. I started to snoop around the factory, trying not to be caught or it would be a one-way ticket to graveville. There weren’t many cameras in there, so I had a chance to snoop and get out. There were many pokémon in cages. Mostly fire, water, grass types. If it were up to me, I would at least put some psychics or something in there.
“Mickey, Mickey over here!” I heard someone say to me.
“Kindra, what are you doing in here?” I asked her.
“I was checking out the area until some of the scientists saw me,” Kindra explained to me. “They locked me up and put me in this cage.”
“Well let me get you out of here,” I said quietly, reaching for Grovyle’s pokéball.
“Here they come!” Kindra warned me. I quickly found a corner to hide in so nobody would see me. I waited there for a couple of minutes. I got back up and grabbed Grovyle’s pokeball once again. Next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. The room got fuzzy and I started to feel faint. I was out like a light.
Now ain't this better. Chapter 2 should be up by late april early may. I think I'll have a banner later. Once again thanks Chibi Pika
Introduction:
Rangers protect, serve, and help people and pokémon alike. They use pokémon in their quest by capturing them using a device called a stylus. It’s like a spinning top that encircles the pokémon, communicating the ranger’s feelings to it. Once you get a pokémon, you can either use them to catch other pokémon or to clear obstacles, but once you use them, they must be released.
Rangers are unlike trainers who actually keep their pokémon, unless it is a partner. They don’t believe in actually taking pokémon from their natural habitat.
My name is Mickey. I was a trainer once then I became a ranger to further train my Typhlosion. After I learned that I could not capture pokémon and keep them because of taking pokémon from their habitat is wrong, I had to hide the fact that Typhlosion is my pokémon that I caught with a pokéball.
Unfortunately, a ranger from Ringtown, Fiore named Lunick found the pokéball in my room in a ranger base. Now I’m here in the Ranger leader of Ringtown, Spencer’s, office.
Chapter 1: How a card can change one’s life
“You know you can’t own pokémon. It’s out of its habitat,” Spenser stated firmly.
Feeling myself grow even more defensive, I protested, “I’ve had this pokémon since I was eleven!”
“So you’ll have to release it!” he reinforced
“NO!” I was outraged at the prospect of giving up my first pokémon.
“Then you’re fired!”
“WHAT!” I shouted. But it was too late. Spenser left the room and there was nothing more I could say.
I stormed around the outskirts of Fall City, muttering to myself. “I can’t believe this. First my stylus breaks, then I get fired. Lunick always messes things up. What am I to do now? I still have this stupid Ringtown Ranger uniform on. Maybe I’ll rent me a hotel in Summerland. Whatever it is, I’ll figure it out. I do need to fix my hair to look at Jin from that fighting game, and this headband is cutting off my circulation.”
“Mickey is that you?” a voice says behind me.
I turned around suddenly, surprised at who I saw. “Kindra, how have you been?”
“Fine?” says the five feet 14 year old. She always wears a blue skirt and a white jacket with a blue tank top. Her hair was brown and always in a ponytail.
We talked about all of the good times we had on our journeys together and how she was about to vacation here in Fiore. I told her that I was fired from being a ranger. She was surprised as much as I was when Spencer told me that I was fired. We waved good-bye to each other and I departed to Summerland…
“Room E11 and here is your card key.” the hotel receptionist said to me.
I took the card and went up into my room, gazing out the window when I got there. Summerland was a tropical paradise. Trees, beaches, the goods... I was going to call room service until I saw some shady characters walking around the hotel. It was the Go-Rock Squad, a band of wannabe rangers who used super styluses to capture pokémon. They were always wearing red black and white jumpsuits with a yellow wig on.
Wondering what they were up to, I grabbed Typhlosion’s pokéball and headed out of the hotel.
“Okay, the ranger with the Typhlosion is in this hotel!” one of the Go-Rock members said.
“What does he look like?” the other member asked, fixing his wig.
“He has the Ringtown uniform on,” the member replies.
I overheard them talking about me. They’re not exactly what you’d call smart. I readied my pokéball, thinking to myself that they had probably never seen a pokémon battle before.
Suddenly, they spotted me. One of the members ordered, “It’s him—use the super stylus!”
“Okay, shut your yap!” the other member answered, launching the super stylus towards me. The stylus started to make a blue ring around my Typhlosion. If the ring got too tight, they could take my Typhlosion from me!
“They must not know… Typhlosion go and use flame wheel!” I yelled as the volcano pokémon was released.
“Typhlo!” Typhlosion yelled, turning into a fiery missile while charging towards the stylus.
The stylus broke easily from the rushing flames. The men were shocked to find a pokémon so strong! I of course, knew they were no threat, but why did they want Typhlosion or even me? The other member showed me a Poliwrath that seemed to be controlled by the stylus. A water pokémon teamed with a stylus meant trouble for Typhlosion. The Poliwrath spouted some pretty bubbles but not the ones you would want to be in. Suddenly, one of the bubbles trapped my Typhlosion. Now the stylus spun into rings around my Typhlosion.
“Typhlosion, use a thunderpunch on Poliwrath then break the stylus with a flame wheel!” I yelled, feeling the exhilaration from the battle. Typhlosion charged up his electrified fist. The sparks broke the bubble and Typhlosion punched the spiral center of the tadpole pokémon. Then Typhlosion turned into a flaming missile and charged into the stylus. “This is too easy,” I muttered.
“Hmm your skill might be useful to our cause,” a man said. He was in a Black Wintown Ranger outfit and standing next to the hotel.
“Who the heck are you?” I demanded, recalling my Typhlosion into its red and white sphere.
“I’m what you call a renegade ranger,” he replied.
“What do you want?” I ask, still apprehensive.
“I want you to join us. See, we renegade rangers used to be rangers. We mostly got fired or quit,” the man explained. “The name is Neil.”
“Why do you dress in black, and still wearing your old uniform?” I asked. I really needed to stop asking him questions.
“All of your questions can be answered if you join us. Here’s a card,” Neil said, giving me a black card with the picture of a Lucario. The man walked toward a blue dinosaur looking pokémon with a shell on its back. He boarded the Lapras and rode off on the ocean.
I returned to the hotel and pondered on the decision. The fact that I could get my revenge was great. Moreover, I would be protecting pokémon. Finally, I decided to go. I spray-painted my Ringtown uniform black to look the part. I called Kindra telling her about what I’m doing. She didn’t seem to like the idea but she was glad I was doing something.
The next day I woke up and ate my morning breakfast. I gathered my pokéballs and grabbed the card. I read the card’s directions and headed to Sekra Range.
I made it to Wintown, the northernmost city in Fiore. This place was colder than most others but I could deal. As I headed down the path that led to the Sekra Range, I saw a wanted poster of Neil. I could see his dark but calm eyes. He had a black long perm. I ignored the picture and headed further out of the city limits.
“Welcome to our secret base!” Neil said upon my arrival. “This is where you will be briefed and debriefed on your missions.”
“Hi, umm…where do I sign up?” I asked.
“Here. How old are you?” he asked me while booting up his computer.
“16.” I said, waiting to get my official ID.
“Mickey Brown, age 16, Rank 5,” the computer said, processing the ID.
“Why rank 5 so early?” I asked while receiving my ID.
“You are more experienced than most of the renegade rangers. Now let me show you around,” Neil said, starting to showing me around the base.
“You never answered my question of why do we wear black,” I told Neil.
“It’s just to show that we’re outcasts,” he answered, still showing me the base. I never did like the word outcast.
The base wasn’t large. In fact, it looked a lot like the other ranger bases. Everyone was wearing black ranger uniform, mostly of the Fall City design.
“You’ll be going on your first mission now. You’ll investigate The Go-Rock squad in the Olive jungle,” Neil briefed me. “You’ll have a partner to accompany you.” I liked the fact that I wouldn’t be alone.
“Okay!” I said excited for my first mission.
“Hi, I’m Donny I’ll be your partner,” a boy who looked around 15 wearing a black Ringtown ranger uniform with a black headband and has a red ponytail said. “So you’re the ranger. Well, let’s go.”
Donny and I walked out of the base. We talked about how we got to be in the renegade rangers. He was fired from being a ranger for catching pokémon permanently. His pokémon, Donphan, was at Fiore Temple and had followed him after the Gordor incident so he caught it. Spencer saw him and fired him on the spot.
“Well, we’re here!” I said pointing at the entrance. It was raining hard—typical in Olive Jungle. I was glad that my hotel was just a few miles away because as soon as I was done I could go straight to sleep. As we entered the deepest part of the lush green jungle with pokémon and exotic plants, I spotted a Grovyle family being tortured by the Go-Rock squad. We hid in the bushes and tried to think of a plan.
“I’ll get Grovyle; you just save the rest of the family,” I instructed quietly.
“Hello!” I said, punching the first goon I could see. Afterward, I kneed him in the stomach to knock him out. As a renegade, I can do that. His little friend came from behind and I just elbowed him in the nose. I turned around and grabbed Grovyle before the other Go-Rocks noticed. I put the green gecko pokémon somewhere safe before running back and bringing out Typhlosion.
“Ty!” Typhlosion screamed. I nodded my head and he went on to help Donny. All of a sudden, a blue streak came across my face. When I looked down, I saw a Stylus. Next I heard a familiar voice.
“So, Mickey long time no see.” a voice says up in the trees. It was a boy with a Ringtown ranger outfit with a red headband with blue shaggy hair. “Who would have thought that Mickey would be the enemy?”
“Lunick. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick your ***!” I spat. I usually don’t swear but this guy gets me mad.
“Why do I have to be the enemy? Just because—” I started before he cut me off.
“Give me the Grovyle and nobody gets hurt,” he said while his Minun came for the rear. I looked back at the battle between Donny and Go-Rock Squad. Donny released his Donphan.
“Typhlosion, come here we have a score to settle,” I told Typhlosion, and he immediately came to me. “I know you do not know how to battle, but try to capture my Typhlosion,” I challenged
“Okay!” Lunick said, getting his stylus and putting it in the launcher. “Minun, let’s go!” he exclaimed while the blue, rabbit-looking pokémon stands by his side.
He launches his stylus and it starts to circle Typhlosion but it’s not enough. It breaks the line. Typhlosion tries to shoot a flamethrower at the stylus but it moved just a little bit too fast.
“Typhlosion wait until it starts to feel tight then use flame wheel!” I tell my fire pokémon. It started to make rings around Typhlosion. While this was going on, I looked a Minun that whole time until…
“Minun discharge NOW!” Lunick said while clenching his fist and giving a slight grin. Typhlosion was shocked at full power that left him paralyzed. Typhlosion could have been caught just then if it weren’t for a little green surprise.
“Grovyle!” the little green gecko cried. Grovyle had used a leaf blade, cutting the stylus line and knocking Minun out. It had a favor it had to return. I returned the volcano pokémon, deciding to let Grovyle finish the bout. Grovyle was quick, but Lunick’s stylus was quick too. All of a sudden, his stylus got a speed boost, ensnaring Grovyle in a tight bind. Now I couldn’t think of anything to do but wait.
“Grooooo!” the gecko yelled. The leaves on its arm began to grow thanks to its special ability, overgrow. Lunick’s stylus had broken, creating a mini explosion. In shock, he exited the jungle saying words that would stick to me for probably a long time.
“Mickey, a ranger’s values makes him strong. Knowing what you fight for and why is almost important as fighting itself,” Lunick said, walking away. “I don’t know why I told you that but hopefully it’ll help you.” I didn’t understand it. Somehow, I knew that it would help in my days as a renegade. I turn around and see the Grovyle at my feet. I guess it wanted to stay with me to repay its debt. I threw the pokéball at it. It sealed itself as soon as I threw the ball. I felt overjoyed. My eyes brightened as went to go find my partner.
“Mickey, they’re gone!” Donny said from behind. “They left after Donphan and I broke their styluses.”
“Let’s go back to base and debrief.” I said heroically. “No, I’ll go to my hotel and you’ll debrief us,” I corrected while slightly laughing. I started to walk back to my Summerland Hotel
“Did you capture the Venusaur?” a man with grey hair a purple suit and white beady eyes said.
“Yes Sir Rock!” a grunt said in the shadows of an office.
Upon hearing this news, the man laughed maniacally.
I undressed and took a long shower, getting all of the dirt and grime off my body from the mission I did earlier. I checked my pokégear for any messages to find one from Kindra. It said that she was in Fall City checking out some factory. I assumed she was talking about Dusk Factory. She also said that she had seen some mysterious figures there. I sent her a message back, saying meet me there tomorrow at 12:00. I also sent a message to Neil saying that I would be investigating Dusk factory. I decided to watch a pokémon reality show, but I nodded off.
I yawned, waking up ready and alert. I put on my uniform and headed out the door. It was 11:00am. I took the ferry to Fall City. When I arrived, a festival had started. I had to keep cover because renegade rangers were wanted here. I don’t know why we were wanted in Wintown and Fall City. I walked to Dusk Factory quietly, trying not to catch any attention. By then it was 11:59. Kindra was supposed to be here. I waited thirty more minutes before going inside the since dismantled factory.
The factory was surprisingly lit and functional. It had scientists, machines, henchmen, you name it, even though it looked run down from the outside. I started to snoop around the factory, trying not to be caught or it would be a one-way ticket to graveville. There weren’t many cameras in there, so I had a chance to snoop and get out. There were many pokémon in cages. Mostly fire, water, grass types. If it were up to me, I would at least put some psychics or something in there.
“Mickey, Mickey over here!” I heard someone say to me.
“Kindra, what are you doing in here?” I asked her.
“I was checking out the area until some of the scientists saw me,” Kindra explained to me. “They locked me up and put me in this cage.”
“Well let me get you out of here,” I said quietly, reaching for Grovyle’s pokéball.
“Here they come!” Kindra warned me. I quickly found a corner to hide in so nobody would see me. I waited there for a couple of minutes. I got back up and grabbed Grovyle’s pokeball once again. Next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. The room got fuzzy and I started to feel faint. I was out like a light.
Now ain't this better. Chapter 2 should be up by late april early may. I think I'll have a banner later. Once again thanks Chibi Pika
