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The Story of Daniel - Chapter 1

All Pokemon and their characters are reserved by their respectful owners. I do not own Pokemon nor any part of its franchise, and I acknowledge their copywrite claims as their own. This story is based for purely entertainment purposes and does not imply any harm or prejudice against the franchise. I hope you all enjoy the story as it is my first one. I hope to expand my story in the future if you are interested in seeing it continue. Please post comments, for I am always looking for ways to improve. Helping give you a better experience.

Montana was not usually a common place for anything particularly exciting to occur. Many people who resided there seemed to have the same opinion as whenever asked about how they felt living in such a rural area, they would say very little. Common words used were 'sleepy' or 'quiet' and even just plain 'boring'. As we view the quiet, sleepy mountain forests of Montana, let us acknowledge the nearby town of Ridgeway for just a moment. It is a small town, a population less than 3,000, and is situated in the southeastern region of Montana. At first glance, it looked as exciting as a dead gofer and appeared to be almost too ordinary for it's own good, another white speck on a blank sheet of paper.

It looked like your usual small community, it had its own grocery store, pharmacy, school, and it even had a small shopping mall called the 'Ridgeway Mall'. It was also next to a vast nature reserve, however, everyone was forbidden to enter it unless it was with a special permit. It's not like it was private property or something, but many had grown afraid of the forest due to the occasional 'disappearance' that happened to befall anyone stupid enough to enter the forest alone. Of course, the police would investigate each claim but to no avail, as no evidence of anything occurring would ever present itself.

Many parents made it absolutely clear that playing in or near the forest was strictly forbidden, one parent even managing to scream his little boy to sobs for simply walking too close to the outer trees. Of course once in a blue moon, a kid might be foolish enough to venture into the forest without permission and come out running for dear life a few hours later, too startled by whatever they had seen to talk about it. Sometimes, nothing would happen at all and kids would just tell others that it was a stupid myth. Eventually, the reserve was closed off due to the bad attention it was receiving from both parents and the media, and few people have entered it after that.

As we exit this mysterious forest, we can clearly see the Ridgeway Mall quite close to the perimeter. The mall itself wasn't very flashy, yet it was quite large containing a Target, a Wal-Mart, a Best Buy, and even a random assortment of other stores. Naturally, it was usually the local hotspot for teens and couples.

It was around 7:30 P.M. and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. Most of the vehicles were actually quite ordinary looking, most layered in bland paint jobs that did nothing to draw the eye; except perhaps an old 1988 Honda Civic that could be seen parked relatively close to the forest.

A dazzling red covered the classic vehicle, it's lacquer shining luxuriously and making it stand out against the dull collection of vehicles. The car appeared to be empty however, yet closer inspection would reveal a young boy uncomfortably resting in back seats. His brown hair disheveled from constantly tossing and turning. His loose, white American Eagle T-shirt and blue jeans quite wrinkled due to his awkward sleeping position. He appeared to be 6'3", a fairly decent height, and was beginning to wake from his sleep. His sky blue eyes fluttering open, adjusting themselves to the evening light.

It was a warm summer's day in August when young 17 year-old, Daniel Oakfield, could be found lying in his mother and father's car in the parking lot of Ridgeway Mall.

'Man when are they going to hurry it up?' Daniel thought as he groaned inwardly. He had been waiting for 'god knows' how long, bored out of his skull.

His mother and father were busy inside doing some last minute shopping after a long day of errands. So, being worn out from the earlier excursions, he had opted to simply stay in the car. They seemed to be taking a long time and he was getting bored quickly, so he decided that he had slept long enough and chose to pass the time by playing on his new DS.

Currently he had been playing one of the newer Pokémon games and was interested in trying to get his Pokémon up a couple more levels before it got too dark. Although many people his age had stopped playing such a childish game, he however still found it fascinating, believing that there was a lot that could be said for the impressive series. It wasn't the fact that the games were fascinating themselves; it was rather the Pokémon that had piqued his interest in the first place.

When he first began playing, he found that many of the little critters were quite cute and funny looking and he immediately liked it for its simplicity. Catch a Pokémon. Train the Pokémon. Not too hard of instructions for a 12 year old at the time. He became further astounded as the game progressed, when he learned of the wide range of attacks that the Pokémon could use and was highly impressed that something so cute could be so devastating at the same time. So even years after that first day, here he was still, playing the amazingly fun game.

For the most part, he found that he rather liked all of the Pokémon the game had to offer, and usually had a hard time of picking a suitable team. However, his hands-down, favorite Pokémon was always Typhlosion. When he first saw one in the game, he felt quite awed by its commanding yet tough stature and he could honestly say that it looked rather adorable and felt that if he were to touch one, it would be extremely soft.

When he was younger, he would often wonder if he would ever get to meet an actual typhlosion. Of course, now that little hope seemed quite ridiculous and absolutely absurd. Yet, although he'll never admit it, he knew he still kept that small hope alive somewhere, deep in his 'inner child'.

Lying there, playing his DS, Daniel couldn't hear the slow crunch of boots on hard gravel coming closer to the car.

As Daniel laid in the car, a man wearing a black sweatshirt with a dark hood covering his face slowly approached the Civic. His long switchblade knife sneakily concealed within his right sleeve. It had been quite a while since he had seen a car in as good of condition as this. Even though he could tell it was fairly old, the car seemed to shine with fresh paint and sparkled in the evening light. Also, the fact that it was so isolated in the parking lot made it a prime candidate for snatching.

He could see through the windows that nobody was in the car, so he began to quicken his pace, hoping the owners wouldn't suddenly walk out of the mall and see him. His boots began making a louder crunching sound as he did so and he was thankful that he couldn't be heard so far out in the parking lot.

He drew his switchblade and flicked the long 3'' blade up with a menacing 'click'. He planned to approach one of the rear doors and unlock it using his knife by expertly twisting it inside the lock. Usually, many car manufacturers will put some extra defenses into the driver side door, thus making it harder to crack. However, the less protected areas were usually the backseat doors, since it was logically the least likely place for a carjacker to force open.

He was now crouched against the door frame, his knife silently sliding into the lock as if it was specially made for it. The man remained silent as he quietly listened and began to adjust his knife to the light metallic clicks of the lock's chambers.

Daniel was still playing his game when he heard the sound of the car door being unlocked at his feet.

'Finally! Mom and Dad are back!' he thought, grateful to finally be going home.

He hastily stowed his DS in his back pocket as the door slowly opened. However, instead of his parents carrying shopping bags, as he expected, there was a man dressed in black, still holding the knife he had used to enter. The man looked quite surprised that there was someone still in the back seat, as he stood stock-still with a shocked expression plastered to his face.

Now, Daniel was a smart kid and was undisputedly the smartest kid in his year. It only took him a second to realize that this man was dangerous, and that if he didn't act fast, then he would be done for. Daniel knew that this was his one opening to get the upper-hand and fend off this dangerous man.

Gripping the sides of the seats with his hands, he pulled his legs back and in one fluid motion, pushed himself forward with his hands and threw his legs out, catching the man right in the chest. He was knocked back a good three feet, yet quickly recovered as his senses returned to him rather painfully.

Daniel then launched himself from the car, ready to confront the man; positioning his feet into an 'L' shape and bringing one of his arms to cover his stomach and the other to another 'L' (stick your arm out and bend the lower half upward). Since the young age of nine, Daniel had asked his parents to be enrolled in karate classes, after watching a movie featuring ninjas and a lot of kung fu. He had determinedly been practicing his fighting skills ever since, and was very skilled, having just received his second Dan black belt a couple of weeks ago.

The man clamored to his feet and held his knife in front of him menacingly. "What the hell!" he shouted, rubbing his chest tenderly with his knife-free hand. That kick was going to leave a mark. A dark anger shone in his eyes as his face was wrung into a nasty snarl. 'Nobody knocks me around and gets away with it. Especially not some snot-nosed kid.'

"Your ass is mine you little prick!" he shouted as he lunged forward with his knife.

Daniel had been expecting such a brash move as he calmly sidestepped the lunge, while twisting his body around, bringing his right hand into a fist, and slamming it into the back of the attackers head in a powerful hammer fist. The fist hit the man's head with a thick 'smack!' as the momentum of the attack knocked him to the ground once again.

The thief, his head throbbing painfully now, felt an uncontrollable fury well up within him as he pushed himself up as quickly as possible, whipping around for another charge.

Daniel wasn't expecting him to recover so quickly and he decided to end the fight fast. Bringing his left arm up, he just barely deflected the knife while unleashing a forceful uppercut with his right, plowing right into his lower jaw and disorienting him. He then finished his assault with a reverse kick straight to the man's diaphragm, effectively bringing the man to the ground gasping for air. The man, unable to get air into his system, collapsed quickly, and seemed to be out cold.

For the moment, Daniel felt incredible! 'Yesss! I just kicked this guy's ass! I can't wait to see the look on Mom's face when she sees this.' he thought with a gleeful smile on his face.

But, before he could bask in the afterglow of his victory, an unbelievable amount of pain suddenly flared up in his side. He looked down disbelievingly as he saw the switchblade almost completely sheathed into his left side. Blood was spurting out in vast quantities and it almost made him sick as he fell to his knees in pain. He couldn't even cry out.

The man was fading into unconsciousness as he thrust his knife into the kid's side as a last revenge. 'Fucking runt, this will teach you to...get in...my...' were his last thoughts as his eyes became unfocused and he lost consciousness, lying still on the ground.

The pain was immense. It was as if his entire side hadn't simply been cut, but had been completely torn apart from the inside. His body, not being accustomed to the harmful, foreign object protruding from just below his ribs, continued shoot intense spasms of pain through his body, making him shiver as he began to choke up small quantities of blood.

Before he could black out entirely, he gripped the blade as best as he could and prepared to dig it out.

'Holy shit, this is gonna suck.' Was his last rational thought before he ripped the knife out of his system, almost biting his tongue off from the reflex as a mountain of pain struck him, nearly making him blackout again. Bile began to form in his throat, but he managed to hold it down, gasping for air.

He breathed in heavily as he sat there with the bloody knife in his hand. The pain had subsided substantially, yet that wasn't saying much. He, however, could think more clearly as he analyzed his situation.

He felt his leg muscles and believed that he could at least still walk, which was good since he couldn't just stay here and bleed out. Trying to find his parents in the mall was out of the question, as he knew that his parents could be anywhere in the mall and he might not find them until it was too late. He also couldn't simply wait here either as his parents would probably linger in the mall as long as possible, not realizing the immediate medical attention he needed.

Suddenly, he remembered that the hospital was less than a mile away from here by road and if he cut through the nature reserve, it was probably only a half mile. He didn't believe in the stupid superstitions and thought that the forest was perfectly ordinary. He felt there was no harm in simply using it for a shortcut anyway, so the only question was 'Could he even walk a half mile?' It was risky, but it seemed to be his only chance.

He then noticed the blood pooling around his leg, and suddenly felt a little lightheaded.

'Crap! I nearly forgot, if I don't get pressure on this wound, I could still bleed to death!' he thought, now panicking a little as he looked around for something to hold him together.

Thinking quickly he ripped his shirt off and began to expertly tie it firmly around his chest. The shirt was able to soak up most of the blood, and the tight knot would keep enough pressure on it to keep him from bleeding too much. Slightly satisfied with his handiwork, he slowly picked himself off the ground, wincing as a new painful spasm wracked his body. He then began to make his slow trek to the hospital, slightly limping from the pain as he passed the first of the forest's trees.

After a few minutes, he was no longer visible from the parking lot, as he had vanished into the forest's dark depths.

To be continued...