Chapter 1: The Starter
#1 of Nathan's Journey
Well I should probably start with an introduction huh? Well um, hello, this is Nathan and I'm gonna be writing this in black cause traditional... so yeah. I'm the main protagonist in this one and I've been trying to get this story, the story of me, "the Human", out there for a while now. It's finally here and well, be glad you get to hear what really happened from the guy that it really happened to.
Beep Beep Beep Bee- SLAM
"Ugh, I hate that alarm ... wait a second, today is the day!"
"Okay then, time to get dressed and grab my backpack... that's right forgot to pack aaaaand oh crap!"
"NO NO NO NO NO it's already 6:49 gotta go, forget the stuff I'll grab it when I get back."
I race down the stares as fast as I possibly can and, almost crashing right into the family Froufrou, yelling "sorry Frouy" behind me as I race out the door as fast as I can to Prof. Bracken's lab. Jogging is a usual thing for me to do everyday after I wake up, which is normally around 10 o'clock, but today is not a casual jog, its a full on sprint to the professor's lab. Today there is no jog, no jacket, no water, no time for taking time, no. Today is the day that I receive my starter and begin my journey as a Pokemon trainer.
I arrive at the lab at approximately 6:15. "Yeah only 15 minutes late, I think that's a new record on how fast I actually got somewhere."
"I wouldn't be surprised." Says a voice behind me. It almost sounds like its coming from behind that moving box that I saw while running down here, thought that can't be its just another moving Pokemon. But still instinct kicks in and I wheel around and yell. "What- who the he... oh hello Professor." I turn and see the professor, a 40 ish year old man with the wisdom of someone who is 80. He is of a moderate build barely weighing 120 pounds thanks to all the time he spends researching Pokemon in his lab. Today he is wearing his "Poke-shirt" which has the ability to cary 6 poke-balls for you, along with a large box that with the strain he is showing makes it seem like it probably weighs almost 200 pounds.
"So I trust you brought your Poke-pod+ with you this time." He manages to wheeze out as he struggles to put the box down safely.
"Oh yeah well about that I kin"---"HEY NATHAN YOU FORGOT YOU POKE-POD AT HOME SO I BROUGHT IT FOR YOU." Screams my little brother running down the street at 6:20 in the morning most likely waking everyone else up.
"Thanks Branden." I mutter murderously under my breath.
"Well at least Branden remembered everything including his pack and his brothers Poke-pod." Mumbled the Professor.
Suddenly the professor claps right next to my ear making me jump." So I take it you boys are ready to receive your starters are you not. And a good thing as today is today as that just last night I received a very strange package from an old colleague containing three of the strangest things." "What where they professor?" Yips my little brother. I shake my head ever so slowly thinking 'wow Branden just wow, please don't interrupt him at every turn I want to get my Eevee.' After a brief cough the professor continues, "They, Branden, are what are known as delta Pokemon." Both me and my brother stare at the professor confusedly. "What's a delta Pokemon?" we ask in unison. " Well a delta Pokemon is a normal Pokemon, just that its been tampered with genetically, like your birthmark Nathan." " Well now that's just rude." I say almost sarcastically" Saying that I'm genetically tampered." "Very true" the professor answers quickly, "but not my point." He responds gruffly. " What I'm trying to say is that they might be something of a different type and move-set. Like one for example is a dragon/ghost Charmander." "Okay" I say cutting of the professor" so what does this have to do with our starters exactly, I thought we where getting an Eevee." "Well you are in fact getting an Eevee, that is unless you feel so inclined as to take one of these deltas instead."
My brother jumps of of the rock he was standing on, runs over to the box, flings it open, and before either the professor or myself could say anything he reaches in to grab, 'a squirtle' is the first thing I think as soon as the box is open, considering the fact that my brother could sniff out a squirtle from 100 meters, and gets a face full of sleep spore knocking him out almost instantly for about 5 minutes. I see the little top of what looks like a skull, but then the eyes come out and I realize that the skull is a head. I wearily approach the box and ever so slowly picks up the little Pokemon that's poking out of the box. It starts squirming and talking and I'm finally happier that I had bought the Pokemon Speech Translator(PST) only days earlier. " No, No, please don't hurt me, not like the other ones did." I hear. I am confused, until I remember that I have the PST in and it was the charmander,' I think is what it is.' "Hey, Hey, its okay" I say back, and thanks to the PST it can understand me as well. "I'm not going to hurt you." It looks up at me and says "wow you speak really good Charmanderian." Its the weirdest thing I've ever heard a Pokemon say and I cant help myself but to laugh just a little.
The young charmander looks at me and says "what, whats so funny, its me isn't it, that's what everyone else says!" It quickly turns away, but not before giving me a look of death. "Look, I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you just at what you said. I've never heard that word and it sounded kinda funny. Okay?" The charmander looks back at me with big round tear filled eyes and grabs my shirt pulling me into a hug."Hey whats wrong?" I say stroking it's back " I've never had someone talk to me this long without insulting me before." It says between sobs.
"Well you know what, I'm not going to be one of those people, everyone is special in their own way, and I think that your difference makes you even better than everyone else."
"Really?" It says looking up at me "Do you really think that I'm better than everyone?"
"Yes, and I also think that we should be close friends, we are both unique. I can do things almost no one else can do and you are an entirely different type from other charmanders."
"Charm." "What?" 'that doesn't make any since why did it say that?' "Charm, my name is Charm."
"Oh, hi Charm, I'm Nathan. Uh do you uh..well do you know what um gender you are?" I ask shyly hoping not to offend it.
"To anyone else I would have been really mad at, but since your my friend now then I'll tell you. I'm a girl."
"Okay, well Charm I'm going on a journey around the region mainly to see the world, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?" At this Charm grabs my shirt once more and pulls me into an even deeper hug then before. "Of course I'll go with you, I cant loose my only friend already can I?"
And with that began my story. A story of friendships and great loses, pain, and misery, thought with every sad story there is a happy alternative.Yes, I know, its not the story that you where all told before. But as I said this story is most defiantly not what you heard, because its the one story that no one had ever told before. I is the true story of how Charm and I become much more then we ever thought we could. This story is the truth.