Thank you for viewing my not-really-good fan fic. As you can tell from the poor writing skills, this is my first fan fic. I am sorry that you are about to endure the greatest threat to humanity. I will take any and all bad reviews as well as good ones. Please I am not a good author so i expect not too many good reviews.
Warning: This is not the same Bill that is in the anime...
PM List: Torpoleon
Genres: Action/Adventure, Sci-fi
Rated: PG-13 for Blood and Violence, Some Romance
Chapter one: The Beginning of the End (of Time)
Today was a typical day for red-haired Bill Darius but this particular day was when the greatest adventure of his sixteen year old life begins. He, wearing his usual green jumpsuit and white gloves, was walking down his usual path, Route 1, with his best friend, Hydro the Blastoise. They were starting to run. Bill looked behind to see Hydro trying to catch up, when he bumped into a man wearing a black shirt with a big red "R" on it.
"How dare you bump me, you hooligan," the stranger snapped sounding like he had a nasal condition. "I will teach you to never mess with Team Rocket."
Masking his true emotions, Bill stuttered, "T-Team Rocket!? I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"It better not," said the Team Rocket member. He finished, "or else."
After the grunt left his sight, Bill, now showing his true emotion, decided to tail the man. When he entered into Viridian City, he lost sight of the portly Team Rocket member. Bill went by the Pokemall and met Mr. Johnson, an old and kind businessman. "Hey, Bill, you here to shop for your mom?"
"No sir," replied Bill. "Have you seen a member of Team Rocket come through here a moment ago?"
"Come to think of it, I did see a young, fat feller travel through town. He went into Viridian Forest."
"Thank you sir. I will see you later."
"Be careful there's dangerous pokemon out there."
"I know. See you later."
"Okay, be sure to come back."
Bill went into the forest and saw a huge tower petruding over the green blanket of trees. "There it is," he thought, "Team Rocket headquarters."
Bill traversed the entire forest without seeing one pokemon. As he approached the gigantic building he noticed that the front door had no one in front to guard it, like he has seen everyday that Bill went to Pewter City to check out the museum. Bill tried to opened the door, but it was locked. He grabbed a pokeball from his belt and yelled, "Stonio, use Hammer Arm to break open this door." A Rhyperior came out of the pokeball and bashed the door wide open. To his surprise no one was even in the lobby of the building.
He jogged to the stairs and started climbing them. "I better keep as quiet as a Rattata," Bill thought as he climbed the steps. Bill saw no Team Rocket members on the first eleven floors that he climbed. When he reached the twelfth story a Team Rocket guard noticed Bill and asked, "Hey kid, does your mommy know that you are on Team Rocket's turf. Back away now, and I won't have to pummel you."
Bill remained silent. The annoyed guard said, "If that's the way you want to play, let's play. Go Mightyena!" The guard picked up a pokeball that he had and threw it. A typical Mightyena came out of it.
Bill yelled, "Go, Batterup!" as he picked up an ultra ball from his belt. A flying green golbat came out of the black and yellow Ultra Ball.
"Use Bite, Mightyena," yelled the guard.
"Use Supe..." Bills command was too late however. The Mightyena bit Batterup's back; four small streams of blood was flowing from its back. "Use Confuse Ray!" commanded Bill. A bright light shined in the Mightyena's eyes. It started to bite its own tail. After it yelped in pain the third time, one drop of blood dripped from Mightyena's tail. Afterwards, the Mightyena, too dizzy to walk straight tripped over its own feet and fell down the stairs. The guard ran downstairs to get it.
"Return," said Bill and the Golbat returned into its ultra ball. Bill went inside a door that the guard was in front of. He cracked open the door and overheard a lot of Team Rocket members. Silence suddenly ensued as someone on a loudspeaker started talking. He said, "Today is a glorious day for Team Rocket. For today, we will take over the world. After years of painstaking research, we have finally perfected the Time Machine!" Many members started cheering. "Today, all of you will go back in time and kill the eight warriors that killed our glorious leader, Giovanni." All the grunts started cheering in a deafing tone. A whirring noise was sounded and a bright blue liight shined through the cracks of the door.
Bill decided to tell Professor Gary Oak about the matter. He sprinted back to Pallet Town as fast as he could. When he entered Pallet Town, Bill ran into Professor Gary Oak's grandfather, the retired Professor Samuel Oak. Even though he was retired, ex-Prof. Oak was sporting a lab coat, much like the one he wore through his days as a researcher. He asked, "What's the hurry, Bill?"
Bill, trying to catch his breath, said, "Rocket...Time...Machine...Eight...Me."
"Slow down and tell me from the beginning," said Ex-Prof. Oak.
Bill explained, "I followed a Team Rocket grunt into their building in Pewter City, when I overheard them talking about using a Time Machine of some sort to kill eight people that killed their leader."
Ex-Prof. Oak had a grim look on his face. He said, "I was afraid of this. We could...no-no, we couldn't."
Bill, being curious, asked, "Couldn't do what?"
Ex-Prof. Oak asked, "Did they already start their time machine?"
"I was very afraid of this. I guess we have to use it."
"Use what!?" asked an extremely annoyed Bill.
"What I am about to tell you will probably shock you. I have my own portable Time Machine."
"What?" asked Bill in a confused tone.
"I suppose I should explain. You see back in my youth, I once wanted to experience Time Travel like Celebi and Dialga, so I tried to invent a time machine and succeeded. I was afraid that using it may damage the space-time continuum, so I never used it but once to confirm that it works. It is back at my grandson's lab."
The duo traveled to Prof. Gary Oak's lab. Prof. Gary said, "Hi, grandpa, what're you doin' here?"
"Gary, do you remember the purple pokeball that I gave you?" asked ex-Prof. Oak.
"Yeah, why?" asked Gary.
"I need it."
"Okay, here you go why do you need it."
"Team Rocket went back in time to change history. Hand the Time Travel Ball to Bill." Gary handed the purple pokeball to Bill.
Bill asked, "A pokeball? I thought you told me you built a time machine."
Ex-Prof. Oak said, "That is the time machine. It is called the Time Travel Ball."
"Are you sure that I should go?" asked Bill. "Maybe Officer Jenny or Detective James..."
"No, you are the only strong trainer around here that has never been seen in the past."
"What about Erica Stone? She's way stronger than me and I know that she is around here. Or maybe even Diana Ketchum."
Ex-Prof. Oak replied, "Brock's daughter is strong, but there is no time to explain everything to her. Also we do not know where Ash and Misty's daughter is. After you leave to the past, I will try to create another Time Travel Ball and send them."
"How will I know..."
"...which Team Rocket members are which?" finished Ex-Prof. Samuel. "Easy, use these."
Professor Samuel gave him a pair of black glasses. Bill asked, "Sunglasses?"
Prof. Oak replied, "Not just ordinary sunglasses, but they have a special lens that will tell you who is from the future and who is not. When you encounter a Team Rocket member from the future throw the Time Travel Ball at them as though they were wild pokemon and it will send the members back, or should I say forward into our time."
Gary alarmed Samuel, "I found when they are headed. I just now programmed it into the Time Travel Ball."
Ex-Prof. Oak said, "Press the center button twice now!"
Bill did so and a red-violet aura ingulfed him so that he could not see his surroundings. When the aura disappeared, Bill found himself in Viridian Forest...25 years in the past.
End of chapter.
If you have anything that you would like to see in future chapters, do not hesitate to post your ideas. However, do not write an ending, I already planned one out. Thank you.