Zeroz
2nd March 2004, 07:18 AM
Guess i'd make a trainer fic...My first try making one though,so it's not very good...
CHAPTER 1- Pokephobia
I hate pokemon. Probably the only one who does. Everyone in my town likes pokemon, those "cute" and "wonderful" creatures. They are sent from hell! I just feel disgusted everytime I see a pokemon. My eyes would be covered in water everytime i see one, as I would remember the horrible incident 9 years ago...
"Brother! Look at that!" A small girl in a neatly ironed pink dress and a hair with 2 ponytails talked to me. Her smile reassured me, as I walked closer to the little cute striped dog. As I went forward to touch him, I feel a heat wave and it burned my hand. It let off an angry growl and before I could realize what was going on, it threw itself at me and bit my leg. Blood gushed from the wound, and I screamed out in pain. Torrents of tears flowed down my cheeks. I could not describe the pain, it was more than what my weak heart could take. My sister exclaimed and kept shouting for help. It was no use, we were in an endless forest. I beared the intolerable pain for half a day before a kind man rescued me. Up till this day...I still cannot forget this incident.
Since this day onwards, I hated pokemon...
"Vul!" Something from the back cried out. I turned my head, and saw what else but a pokemon. I made a monkey face at it before turning back my head and following the path.
"vul..." I stared at the fox-like pokemon and really wanted to shut it up. Then, as I looked closer, I realized it had an injured leg. I don't know what force caused me to move towards it. It was whining in pain and continuously licked its leg. I was reminded of myself, that time when I was only 3. It was the first time I ever felt sorry for a pokemon. I picked it up and carried it all the way home, forgetting that I had to gather some plants for my school project.
"It won't be pain, bear with it for a while..." I told the little fox pokemon, as I applied some antiseptic on its injured leg. The fox had bruises all over, a bigger pokemon probably attacked it. I slowly bandaged its wound and thought about it for a while. I decided to let the pokemon stay at my house to recover before I let it into the wild. I placed it on my bedroom floor and told it to behave itself while I was gone.
A few minutes later, I found myself walking into a pokemon mart. I got some pokemon food, it was labeled "Brock's Marvelous Pokemon Food". Who's Brock anyway, I thought as I returned to the doorstep. Must be the stupid looking guy in black gelled up hair...
***
3 days had passed. After this incident, I found that pokemon wasn't so bad as before. They were kind by nature. The fox's original name was Vulpix, as it was the only word it could say. I went back to the forest and let it go. I couldn't bear to release it, although I knew my parents wouldn't allow me to keep it. I waved good-bye to it, and turned to the opposite direction. The Vulpix started to whine as it saw me leave, and I found it following me back to my home. I let out a sigh, and carried it back to the forest. It continued to follow me back. There was no choice, I decided to keep the Vulpix and find a good time to tell my parents about it.
"Erm...Can I keep this Vulpix as a pet?" I showed my mother the cute little fox. She stared at me and answered, "Don't tell me you want to torture it until it dies,"
After a long talk, I finally persuaded my mother. I registered in the Pokemon School to learn how to take care of Vulpix.
***
Hooray, today I'm going on my first lesson. I changed into my blue T-shirt and my baggy pants. I searched my whole house for a cap and I finally found one. It fitted nicely, and revealed only abit of my dark brown hair. I excitedly left the house with Vulpix. While we were walking along the dirt path, I met with a trainer, with a cute little mudkip. His spiky yellow hair was gelled up and he wore a red shirt and jacket, both of which looked far too big for him. He wore a branded cargo pants, and looked very confident, holding his head high all the time.
"Hi there," I called out to him.
"Hi,"He replied." I see you're got a rare Vulpix there,"
"Yea, i'm on my way to the Pokemon School,"
"Such a coincidence! Me too,"
"You're going to be a trainer?" I said, noticing the 3 pokeballs on his belt
"I intend to be the world's greatest trainer,"
"I don't really intend to be a trainer at all, I'm only keeping Vulpix as a pet,"
"You're missing out all the fun! Being a trainer is real fun, I've heard all kinds of fantastic things from my brother,"
"Sounds like fun," I commented.
"Anyway, forgot to introduce myself, Matt Zattew, you?"
"Oh..Rhy Razico,"
"Shall we walk together to the school?"
"Sure," I said.
After a few minutes of walking, we got to the Pokemon School. The building was huge, from what I know, Professor Oak used all his life savings to build this school. I've never met him before, but I saw him on television before, he's a pokemon geek. There were many other people who registered, and I saw many other pokemon. We socialized for a while before entering the school, to start our first lesson....
CHAPTER 1- Pokephobia
I hate pokemon. Probably the only one who does. Everyone in my town likes pokemon, those "cute" and "wonderful" creatures. They are sent from hell! I just feel disgusted everytime I see a pokemon. My eyes would be covered in water everytime i see one, as I would remember the horrible incident 9 years ago...
"Brother! Look at that!" A small girl in a neatly ironed pink dress and a hair with 2 ponytails talked to me. Her smile reassured me, as I walked closer to the little cute striped dog. As I went forward to touch him, I feel a heat wave and it burned my hand. It let off an angry growl and before I could realize what was going on, it threw itself at me and bit my leg. Blood gushed from the wound, and I screamed out in pain. Torrents of tears flowed down my cheeks. I could not describe the pain, it was more than what my weak heart could take. My sister exclaimed and kept shouting for help. It was no use, we were in an endless forest. I beared the intolerable pain for half a day before a kind man rescued me. Up till this day...I still cannot forget this incident.
Since this day onwards, I hated pokemon...
"Vul!" Something from the back cried out. I turned my head, and saw what else but a pokemon. I made a monkey face at it before turning back my head and following the path.
"vul..." I stared at the fox-like pokemon and really wanted to shut it up. Then, as I looked closer, I realized it had an injured leg. I don't know what force caused me to move towards it. It was whining in pain and continuously licked its leg. I was reminded of myself, that time when I was only 3. It was the first time I ever felt sorry for a pokemon. I picked it up and carried it all the way home, forgetting that I had to gather some plants for my school project.
"It won't be pain, bear with it for a while..." I told the little fox pokemon, as I applied some antiseptic on its injured leg. The fox had bruises all over, a bigger pokemon probably attacked it. I slowly bandaged its wound and thought about it for a while. I decided to let the pokemon stay at my house to recover before I let it into the wild. I placed it on my bedroom floor and told it to behave itself while I was gone.
A few minutes later, I found myself walking into a pokemon mart. I got some pokemon food, it was labeled "Brock's Marvelous Pokemon Food". Who's Brock anyway, I thought as I returned to the doorstep. Must be the stupid looking guy in black gelled up hair...
***
3 days had passed. After this incident, I found that pokemon wasn't so bad as before. They were kind by nature. The fox's original name was Vulpix, as it was the only word it could say. I went back to the forest and let it go. I couldn't bear to release it, although I knew my parents wouldn't allow me to keep it. I waved good-bye to it, and turned to the opposite direction. The Vulpix started to whine as it saw me leave, and I found it following me back to my home. I let out a sigh, and carried it back to the forest. It continued to follow me back. There was no choice, I decided to keep the Vulpix and find a good time to tell my parents about it.
"Erm...Can I keep this Vulpix as a pet?" I showed my mother the cute little fox. She stared at me and answered, "Don't tell me you want to torture it until it dies,"
After a long talk, I finally persuaded my mother. I registered in the Pokemon School to learn how to take care of Vulpix.
***
Hooray, today I'm going on my first lesson. I changed into my blue T-shirt and my baggy pants. I searched my whole house for a cap and I finally found one. It fitted nicely, and revealed only abit of my dark brown hair. I excitedly left the house with Vulpix. While we were walking along the dirt path, I met with a trainer, with a cute little mudkip. His spiky yellow hair was gelled up and he wore a red shirt and jacket, both of which looked far too big for him. He wore a branded cargo pants, and looked very confident, holding his head high all the time.
"Hi there," I called out to him.
"Hi,"He replied." I see you're got a rare Vulpix there,"
"Yea, i'm on my way to the Pokemon School,"
"Such a coincidence! Me too,"
"You're going to be a trainer?" I said, noticing the 3 pokeballs on his belt
"I intend to be the world's greatest trainer,"
"I don't really intend to be a trainer at all, I'm only keeping Vulpix as a pet,"
"You're missing out all the fun! Being a trainer is real fun, I've heard all kinds of fantastic things from my brother,"
"Sounds like fun," I commented.
"Anyway, forgot to introduce myself, Matt Zattew, you?"
"Oh..Rhy Razico,"
"Shall we walk together to the school?"
"Sure," I said.
After a few minutes of walking, we got to the Pokemon School. The building was huge, from what I know, Professor Oak used all his life savings to build this school. I've never met him before, but I saw him on television before, he's a pokemon geek. There were many other people who registered, and I saw many other pokemon. We socialized for a while before entering the school, to start our first lesson....