Hello Serebiiers! I'm Justin, and this is my first fanfic posted on Serebii! I've written many more on paper, but I think I'll post this one to get some serious feedback (and some likes!)
Anyways, this is a classic Pokemon story and plot, and I hope you guys will like it!
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May I present to you...
Taken by Storm
Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and the rain rolled off the windows of the small plane that was set for the Unova Region. Bran, a 12 year old boy, glanced nervously to his father from the co-pilots seat. "Father", he commented, "the weather doesn't seem very...good at the moment. Maybe we should stop and land?" John, Bran's father, spared a second to look at his son.
"I know we should, but we're on a tight schedule. And even if we had to rest, there isn't anywhere to stop. Pelipper has confirmed that." John patted Pelipper, who was perched next to him. The bird pokemon squawked and ruffled its feathers.
"But..."started Bran. His father cut him off.
"I'm sorry Bran, but we need the money. We have to fly through this storm and deliver the cargo that Prof. Juniper ordered." John gestured toward the cargo door. "She had specifically told me to get it to her by tomorrow. We can't risk being late. And, uh, son, go back to monitoring the radar. We don't want to crash into another plane."
Bran sighed, and sank into his chair, eyes fixed on the radar for a plane, or better, some signs of land. He stared at the gadget until suddenly, the door leading to the cargo burst open, revealing two hooded figures. Bran let out a cry of alarm, and unbuckled his seat belt. His father spun back, glanced at the duo, and then back to the controls.
"Don't hurt us. The plane will go down if we go down." he said, voice tight with tension.
"Who...why...how are you here?!" Bran rasped, the words barely getting out of his mouth.
One of the hooded figures replied in a sharp tone. "No need to ask questions. You do not need to know. And, who said we couldn't fly a plane by ourselves?"
Bran's father twitched, and he yelled, "Pelipper, Wing Attack!"
The other figure snickered, and threw a Poke Ball into the air. "Go, Weavile, use Ice Punch!" The Weasel Pokemon appeared in the air, and slammed Pelipper with a ice coated fist. The bird went down, completely frozen.
Bran was terrified. He fingered his own Poke Ball and croaked, "Go, Starly! Peck!" The small bird from the Sinnoh Region materialized in a flash of white light. It chirped, fluttered to the air, and soared toward Weavile, beak-first.
The hooded figure replied to this in a mocking tone. "Slash!" Weavile cut at Starly with its claws, effectively stopping the birds assault, and sending it, spinning right at Bran. Bran was slammed back into the plane, hard. The last thing he remembered before the world turned black was a Cryogonal freezing the radio with a icy beam of energy.
When Bran woke up, he was in an ambulance with Nurses and Blisseys all around him. He was woozy and light-headed, and the time seemed to pass very quickly. When he arrived at the hospital, he was carried in a stretcher with Starly in his arms.
The nurses carried him into a white room, and propped him up on the bed, and left him to catch his breath. Bran looked around the room and took in the details with his foggy head. There was a sink, and many jars of liquid and cotton balls seated on the tabletop. A desk with a laptop was next to the sink, with an unoccupied chair. Exhausted by just absorbing his surroundings, Bran's eyes dropped down to Starly.
The Pokemon was covered in bandages and trembled feebly in his arms.
"Its going to be all right, dont worry!"
A kind voice made its way into Brans head. Bran looked up, and saw Nurse Joy standing over him, with a Staryu in her arms, and a Chansey following her, carrying a tray. She put the Staryu onto the bed next to Bran. Starly chirped when it saw the star pokemon. The Chansey handed the tray to Bran, and Bran took it with his sore arms. Nurse Joy gingerly picked up Starly, and said, "I'll take care of you Pokemon, while you regain your energy. Eat up!" Bran set the tray onto his lap, and picked up the chopsticks. He blew on the ramen for a few seconds, then began to wolf the noodles down. He drained his cup of water, and was about to ask for a second one when Staryu sprayed water into Bran's cup, refilling it. The boy stared at his cup a moment, then patted Staryu and took a small sip, tasting the water. The clear liquid tasted fine, and he finished the cup.
Nurse Joy came back right then, handing Starly back to Bran. The bird was free of its old bandages, and the cut left by Weavile was almost healed. "Weavile!" Bran whispered, memories flooding back into his brain. Nurse Joy blinked at him.
"Where's my father?!" he cried, and tried to get up, but failed. Nurse Joy's face was a mask. "Bran. I'm so sorry."
"WHERE IS HE?!" Bran screamed, tears running down his cheek.
"When you landed," began Nurse Joy, "the officers saw two hooded figures carrying a man on their backs. The officers chased them but..."
"...But they didn't catch them." finished Bran, bitterness clear in his voice.
Nurse Joy nodded sadly, then said, "But who do know where they're from. They've been terrorizing the Unova Region quite recently after Team Plasma was defeated."
Bran stared at her, suddenly fueled by a small spark of hope.
"Where...where are they from?" he asked slowly.
"They are from an organization called...The Hunters."
---END OF CHAPTER 1---