Pokémon Fanatic Fiction

Insight into the world you will enter

I'll get straight to the point. This is not your standard fan fic. Ash and friends are no were to be seen. This world is how I see the world of Pokemon, not sunny and bright, but dreary and dark. I have always had this opinion about Pokemon, and you will now hear of it.

Sometime in the distant future, after technology had been made to the point of accomplishing almost anything, is when the story truly began. Something happened to the Earth, some major crisis that wiped most of the world out and left the remaining part in ruins. The world was plunged back into a lifestyle almost like feudal times. What remained of the population huddled together in a sparce amount of towns that were distant and separated from the others like it. Those who didn't settle became drifters and raiders. Many years after the catastrophe, man kind salvaged what they could from the scraps, as well as something new and unknown to them.

Many were animals, yet somehow different, and no one had seen them before except in legends. The beasts all possessed amazing power and were quickly utilized by man. In a short time, devices were constructed for taming, transporting, and nurturing the creatures. Many mysteries puzzled man to the beasts' nature as well. They seemed to have stages of growth that they would occupy for long periods of time. Strange stones, which give off a radiation man had never encountered before, seemed to effect the creatures in different ways. It was a new golden age for man, but in another way was a dark age.

The raiders and rouges had found out that the monsters had a unique battle potential. No one could stand up to their power. With the aid of the new mysterious creatures, the bandits became an even more formitable foe. To fight back, the people trained beasts of there own.

Man now used Pokemon, as they were dubbed, almost as a weapon of destruction. Many worked to produced their own breed of artificial Pokemon to use in battle. Others, could take the struggle no more and tried to end it. Much like the Olympics of our time, they founded an official league for friendly competions between the monsters as an effort towards peace. While it didn't solve all problems, it was effective enough. Years passed, and the world grew closer, but that was to change.

A single man had started a plan some years back. He was one of the rouges, one of the thieves, who had a dream of obtaining wealth and power, and he was recruiting others like him. With a combined effort, the gang sought out the most powerful Pokemon to add to their legions, growing stronger which each one. Soon, the small raiding party swelled to a world wide organization. They called themselves the Rockets.

Unexpected by all, the Leader of the Rocket Gang was defeated. Upon his defeat, he resigned from his position as leader and ordered the group to disband. The Rockets were puzzled as to how their leader could give up so much power. The entire gang was left in anarchy, and from anarchy, an order must be established. And so, a single Rocket did not want to give up his dream of power. He appointed himself the leader of the Rockets. His ruthlessness and cunning made the privious leader look like a kitten. His ambitions were much wilder, and he wouldn't give up his fight.

This is were the story comes into play, for the main character lives during this time period. Centuries after the disaster, with the world threatened by force at large. Not your standard fan fic, is it? Huh? Thought not.