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Ramzam	Feb 22 2007, 09:59 PM
Everybody's Favorite DDR Posts: 832 Group: Moderators Member #4 Joined: December 16, 2006	Rapid-fire posting mode, active! ------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 Riveing watched, as the SWAT member in front of him, paced back and forth. “You’ve got two choices.” They said. “Take the death penalty, or track down Geenara, then kill him.” “I don’t need to find him, I just have to get to him.” Riveing said, sitting on the bench, in handcuffs. “It’s more complicated than you think. You need keys to get into his hideout. Eight doors, eight keys. And there’s no way around any of them.” He said leaning back. “I know where the keys are, so I’ll rather kill Geenara. I have my own grudge against him, as well.” He added. “Good. You know where they are, so put these on and hop to it.” The SWAT member said to him, then threw him some black and white clothes. “I still have handcuffs, so I can’t put them on, Sherlock.” Riveing said, raising an eyebrow. “Get outta here.” The SWAT member said and Riveing got up, then walked out of the room, mumbling under his breath. (Three hours later, in Riveing’s room) “What makes me so special? Who are you, for that matter?” Riveing asked the mysterious voice, that was talking to him. “You don’t recognize the sound of my voice? You killed me…on a cold and lonely night.” The voice said. “Now I do. That was because you originally tried to kill me. Now I get it. Another one of those remnant psyches…you came to haunt me too? Sorry, but I don’t scare easily.” Riveing said, sitting down, in his bed. “I’d rather forget about the past. What makes you so special, happened just recently. You’ll find out soon enough.” The voice disappeared, with an evil laugh. “Right then.” Riveing said to himself, looking around. “Now, maybe I can sleep.” (The next day) “All right. Key number one is in Vicebridge.” Riveing said to himself, as he put on the black shirt and white jeans. “Sure hope everything with the police, is clear. If not, I’m going to be in more fights than I can keep count.” He added, putting on his shoes and grabbing his belt, then walking out the door. After he left the apartment building, he took the road, leading out of town, with a feeling that someone was following him. A few seconds later, boy, in all blue clothes jumped out of the bushes, holding out a pokeball and three others on his belt. “Hey! Check this out! I got my fourth badge and guess what else! I’m unbeatable and I challenge you to a battle!” The boy laughed, when Riveing said no. “You’re just scared I’ll beat you! Chicken!” “Shut up.” Riveing said, glaring at the boy. “You’d best be careful who you challenge. Because you’ll never know what you might be up against. Go ahead and give me your best shot.” Riveing said, reaching for a pokeball, on his belt. “You asked for it, Grandpa!” The boy shouted, throwing the pokeball. “Show ‘em whacha got zigzagoon!” The boy yelled as a zigzagoon came out of the pokeball. “Normally, I’d cut someone like you a break, by using a weak pokemon, but frankly, I don’t have one.” Riveing said. “Let’s get this over with, Charizard!” Riveing shouted, throwing Charizard’s pokeball. The sight of Charizard made Zigzagoon step back a bit and start shaking in fear. “Come on, Zigzagoon! We can take him!” The boy shouted and Zigzagoon straightened up. “You first.” Riveing said and the boy smiled. “You’re gonna get it now! Zigzagoon, use scratch!” The boy shouted and Zigzagoon ran up to Charizard and scratched it’s leg. Charizard looked down at Zigzagoon. “What just happened?” The boy asked, shocked, by how little an effect Zigzagoon’s attack had. “Go ahead, use your strongest attack.” Riveing said, smiling. The boy was already getting frustrated. “Try quick attack!” He shouted and Zigzagoon left a white streak behind it, as it tackled Charizard, smashing into it’s chest, with not much more than a scratch. The boy stared, completely silent. “All right, Charizard, use flamethrower…just a little one.” Riveing said and Charizard shot Zigzagoon with a small stick of fire. Zigzagoon ran around for a few seconds, then collapsed and fainted. “How in the world did you get four badges, with such weak pokemon?” Riveing asked. “They aren’t weak…yours are just impossibly strong.” The boy said, discouraged, as he reached for his second pokeball. “Come on, Crocanaw.” The boy said, tossing the pokeball. “Stop.” Riveing said, recalling Charizard. “Don’t bother fighting me. Your pokemon are too weak. Track me down, once you’ve got at least eight badges. Either way, you’re only a fourth through your journey in this region.” Riveing said and walked down the road, leaving the boy behind. The boy quickly recalled his crocanaw and ran after Riveing. “Wait! Can you help me train?” The boy shouted, as he ran up to him. Riveing turned around. “I’m going places that are too dangerous for a kid.” Riveing said, turning away. “You’ll drag me down, anyway. I don’t need a sidekick.” He added, as he began walking down the path, again. “Just you wait! I can help, if you give me chance!” The boy said. Riveing and the boy walked for almost an hour, Riveing hardly paying attention to the boy. “Your name?” He finally asked. “Kiero. Kiero Altezah.” The boy said and the name hit Riveing, like a bullet. Kiero was his son. “What happened to your parents?” Riveing asked, still walking. “Well, Dad just disappeared, and Mom got kidnapped, along with my older brother. The only thing I remember of my dad is playing with his pokemon, whenever he was home and that he’d always go out, in the middle of the night.” Kiero said, looking down. “Do you remember what pokemon they were?” Riveing asked, stopping, by a river and taking the four pokeballs, off his belt. “Well, he had a dragonite, a feraligatr, a charizard like yours, and a sceptile.” Kiero said, sitting down, a few feet away from him. Riveing threw the four pokeball and out came Dragonite, Feraligatr, Charizard, and Sceptile. “Like them?” Riveing asked, smiling. “Ring any bells?” He asked, sitting down. Kiero instantly leapt to his feet. “Dad!? What happened to your blue hair?” He asked, running over and hugging him. Riveing made Kiero sit down. “I was waiting, for you to realize.” Riveing said, messing up Kiero’s hair. “You were never really quick to figure things out. You always took forever to finish a puzzle.” Riveing said, turning back to the water. “You were saying you want to be the best, when you first left. I can make you the best, but first, you have to do other things. You can’t just know your pokemon. You have to be friends with them. What got you interested in pokemon native to Johto, in the first place?” Riveing asked. “Because, That’s where I first had contact with pokemon. I never saw yours, until I was five.” Kiero said, looking at Riveing. “When I saw yours and how well you worked together. I said to myself ‘I want be just like Dad! I’ll be one of the best someday!’ I never quite got there, though.” “Me and my four pokemon have been together for almost sixteen years, so you can expect them to be impossibly strong. It’ll take years to be the best.” Riveing said, standing up. “Go have fun. I’ll start up some dinner, since it won’t be ready for awhile.”
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