Plot: When Pokemon population shrank to dangerous numbers, a few scientists thought out a plan. Using the DNA of the few remaining Pokemon,they created Pokemon/human hybrids. Of course this process wasn't exactly legal, and the scientists had to do their experiments in a secret facility. They used to get willing participants but now they steal young children, teenagers, and Pokemon from their parents and trainers in the dead of night, using them to experiment on. Due to their being a black market on hybrids they were also used in underground fights to the death.
A few years ago, Darren luckily escaped one of the labs but at the expense of his friend's life. Now, he lives peacefully in the Petalburg Woods with his Slakoth trying to avoid memories of his time in the laboratory. But fate has other plans for him.
A/N:Hope you like chapter one!
Chapter One- The Journey Begins...
The bright sun reflected off of the dew covered leaves. The droplets fell upon the heads of the scurrying wurmple as they slithered into their annual spring hiding places. The tailow flew into the woods from the east, from their Sootopolis City winter home, and pecked at the wurmple as they slid into their holes and the shroomish danced, scattering their pollen upon the grassland floor. Spring had come back to the woods and the Pokemon played with one another as the flowers bloomed around them, making a collage of color.
North of this, in one of the sycamores, sat a crude wooden structure that had various vines growing from the side and a misshapen roof that tilted lopsidedly to one side. In front of it held a door that was halfway off its hinges. It is modestly furnished with a small bed, a dresser with scattered magazines and news papers and a woven twine basket. If you walk inside you will see the back end of a war ridden Blaziken, its scarlet and gold feathers looking like a blazing fire but, in the front you will see naught but a seventeen year old boy with amber eyes and a grim expression. He stood in front of the rectangular window of his treehouse next to his resting Slakoth, the last of its kind.
They watched and marveled at the Pokémon below them and Darren absently stroked the head of the Slakoth, involuntarily waking him up. Slakoth stared at him angrily through half-lidded eyes. Darren smirked at him and held out his hand. A lone Tailow appeared before them and landed upon Darren’s out stretched hand. It waddled on his palm like a drunken man then dropped to its side.
Darren worriedly gave the bird a check up when he noticed a white tag that covered its right talon. He slipped it off quickly and waved at the Pokémon as it flew into the dawn. He caressed the tag with his thumb and forefinger and flipped it around and read the contents. His eyes widened with each word and he trembled when he was through. Memories bombarded his skull relentlessly and he covered his ears as if that would shut them off.
Slakoth stared at him with concern reflected in his irises. He raised his paw and sifted through Darren’s feathers, comfortingly as he wept. Darren had tried to ignore it, his past called for it, but the evidence was in his hand. The lab coats were taking more Pokemon than ever before and the tag proved it. As he looked over the window seal he wondered how many other of the woodland Pokemon had the tags and how many children had disappeared from their mothers and fathers. He also couldn’t help but notice that the numbers of Pokemon in the woods were even more depleted from the years previous; they seemed to be dying right before his eyes. These thoughts scared and disgusted him.
He wanted to do something; but what? He had run away from his past for so long he had forgotten his training. He tilted his head back, holding in his breath, and felt the presence of burning fire inside of him. He remembered ember and flamethrower at least. Darren wearily slid a hand through his feathers. He needed someone’s help.
He went over to his dresser and flipped through the magazines when he came across the article that he wanted. It had dated back to 2004, forty years ago, and was tinted a light tan color. Taking up three fifths of the article was a picture of the gym leader Norman and his daughter May, son Max, and his wife. It stated that he was the newest gym leader in the Hoenn region and had moved all the way from the Kanto region with his family.
Darren skipped all of that and read down to the last paragraph:
“Norman now resides in the Petalburg Gym with his other trainers, where he constantly trains his Pokemon and battles young trainers who yearn for the Balance badge. On the weekends he visits his wife and son in their small house in Littleroot Town. His daughter is traveling the region aiming to become the Hoenn Champion. He says that he wishes her nothing but the best and jokingly says that she’ll never beat him in a million years.”
Petalburg City huh? I wonder if he still lives there. He glanced at Slakoth, whose eyes were open wide, staring at him. Well, there’s only one way to find out.
“Slakoth we’re taking a little journey.”
The Pokemon gulped, put his paws over his eyes, and whimpered softly.