Well here is my first attempt at a Fanfic so I hope you enjoy it
Night falls on Slateport City in the exotic land of Hoenn, and we find a lone Nurse Joy tending to a last minute patient before she heads home. “Ok your mudkip will be just fine.” She says, as a nervous young trainer waits eagerly in the waiting room. The nervous looking trainer thanks nurse joy and takes his leave. Wiping her forehead, she sighs and begins to shut down the center for the night. After turning off all of the lights and heading towards the door she hears a noise coming from the pokeball storage area.
“Hello? Who’s there?” She calls out as she makes her way to the storage room. No one answers so she decides to take a look for herself. She goes to the pokeball storage room and turns on the lights. The sight before her causes her to scream in astonishment. In the room there was a young boy with bright red shoulder length hair and bright blue eyes, dressed in blue pants and a black and white striped shirt. On his head he wore a blue bandana marked with a white A on it. In his hand he held one of the pokeballs from the storage room.
“What are you doing with that pokeball!” Nurse joy cries in distress as the thief begins making his way toward an open window. “What does it look like I’m doing.” The thief replies as he makes his escape. “That pokeball was supposed to be shipped to Oldale town for a new trainer!” She cried out of the window as she watched him run into the dark. Nurse Joy sank down in despair, and realized just who that young boy was. “That was Matt Blaze” She said to herself as she glanced at a wanted poster with the same boys face on it.
Matthew Blaze was a member of team aqua and a renowned member at that. He was the youngest member of all time being only 11, and perhaps one of the best. He had the highest mission success rate of all the team aqua members, and that night wasn’t any different.
Elsewhere we find Matt making his way toward a blue submarine waiting for him in the harbor. He gets in and sinks down into a seat in the corner. One of his partners, who was waiting in the submarine, approaches him. “So how did you do tonight, Matt?” Matt pulls out the pokeball he stole and shows it to his comrade. “Nice work, well let’s see it.” Says his partner, urging him to release the pokemon inside. Matt presses the button on the front of his pokeball and watches a white light pour out and form into a pokemon. A happy orange and yellow chick pokemon hops about happily and looks up at Matt. “Tor-chic” It exclaims as it greets what it believes to be its new trainer.
“What did the boss want you to steal this pitiful thing for?”
“It’s probably that secret project he has been working on.” Matt responds as he recalls the torchic to its pokeball.
Matt lies down on his seat and begins to reflect on what he just did.
I just crushed some girl or boys hopes and dreams.
What right do I have to take away something that should be cherished by someone else?
This isn’t a new emotion for Matt. He always feels some sort of remorse after a mission, and strangely is glad when he fails. Matt can’t help but envy the life of a normal trainer as a single tear rolls down his cheek.
Maybe just maybe, I can start over and strive to be better than who I am right now. Maybe I can do better for myself….