Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge of The Genetic Mistake ❯ The eyes that watch ( Chapter 1 )
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By: HoboWithASpatula 
Something or someone is watching the our favorite trio.
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.29.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Something or someone is watching the our favorite trio.
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.29.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon, but I do own an extensive pokemon card collection of 750 cards, twenty foil Japanese cards, about twenty five English foil cards, and a lot of plush dolls. ><
This is my first ever fan fiction that is not Yu Yu Hakusho or Inu Yasha, so bare with me. I actually had this idea in my head since the first ever Pokemon movie came out. You know, the one with Mew and Mewtwo. I hope you guys enjoy this story.
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It was a bright, cloudless morning when Ash Ketchum woke up. Yawning widely, he looked over to Pikachu who was still asleep, cuddling up to Misty. He stood up and stretched the sleepiness out of him.
“What a good morning! Today will be a good day, I know it.” He picture up his backpack and rummaged through it to get his water bottle. He took a quick sip and placed it back in. He looked up into the sky just in time to see a flock of Pidgey fly into the horizon. At the same time, a cool wind blew over the trio and the sound of Misty stir let him know it was probably around eight in the morning. Misty always woke up at eight and never any later or earlier.
“Good morning!” She chirped happily, rubbing her left eye red. Ash smiled and went up to Brock, who was snoring away, mumbling about beautiful women.
“Figures,” Misty snorted. Ash picked up a stick and began poking the older man in the ear. Pikachu imitated him only with a twig and was poking him in the eye.
“Hmmmmmphmgrr..” Brock moaned loudly and rolled over, hugging his backpack like a pillow.
“Wake up, Brock. It’s time to make breakfast,” Ash whined poking him harder. Brock sat up and yawned.
“I should really teach you two how to cook. What did you guys do when I was away with Professor Ivy?” Both Ash and Misty laughed nervously and thought about all the instant ramen they ate for such a long time. Brock got up and made their breakfast anyway. The rest of the morning was great and refreshing for both trainer and Pokemon. Little did they know there were being watched from a far.
No, it wasn’t the ever popular team rocket and their stubborn persistence of Pikachu. Not another trainer hoping to win a few battles nor a Pokemon, curious about the strangers in their forest. This was another creature, a creature out for revenge on someone who ruined his master plan some time ago. It may have looked like a Pokemon, but it was nothing like one at all. From the shadows of the forest trees, the ghostlike creature vanished and raced off in a blinding like.
“Hm?” Misty looked towards the forest curiously.
“What’s wrong,” Ash asked with a mouth full of stew. Misty shrugged.
“I thought I saw a light or something. I guess I was imagining it.” The three trainers finished up quickly, recalled their Pokemon into their poke balls and packed up.
“Lets hurry up today. We’re running dry on supplies.” A few hours after their morning meal, they were once again lost in the wilderness. Misty was steaming, Ash was complaining and Brock was studying his map closely.
“I don’t get it. We should be there already…” Brock looked at the map and laughed uneasily.
“I guess turning the map right side up would help. Hehehe….” Misty turned red in rage.
“You idiot! So we were wandering around in this bug infested forest all day in the wrong direction?!?” Ash ducked out of the way as the girl started pummeling the poor man. Pikachu shook its head in disproval, but its ears perked up and he sniffed the air curiously.
“What’s wrong Pikachu? Smell food or something?” Pikachu raced up a tree and began scanning the area. The other two stopped as well and turned their attention to the tiny mouse Pokemon.
“What’s wrong Ash?” Misty let go of Brocks collar and stood next to Ash who was looking around as well. He strained his hearing as best as he could to listen for any sign of movement.
“Maybe it’s team rocket,” Brock said casually.
I doubt. Pikachu wouldn’t act this way if it were them.
“Can’t be. It’s something else..” The three moved on in the right direction briskly. They planned on getting out of the forest before turning in for sleep and rest. No matter how fast they walked or how long they did, the uneasy feeling of being watched chased them all through the day into the night.
“What ever it is, it’s not leaving us alone. It has to be a Pokemon,” Brock concluded, unrolling his sleeping bag right next to Ash’s. Ash sat up and stared at the trees intensely. What ever it is, it felt like it was staring mostly at him. It was sort of scary. And besides that, they did not come across any Pokemon at all. Something big had scared them all away and was scaring his poor Pikachu.
Said Pokemon was sitting near the fire, nervously looking from one side to another. He squeaked softly and shifted his eyes narrowly.
“Lets get some sleep, okay? We need energy to get ourselves out of here tomorrow,” Brock said, rolling over in his bag and err… Closing his eyes. Misty followed after him and their light snoring was droned out by the crackling of the fire. Ash sat up and stared into the fire.
“What ever it is, I don’t like it.” At that final statement he laid down on his mat and closed his eyes reluctantly and drifted off into sleep.
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So, how is it so far? Please review ‘cause it makes no sense if I’m writing to a crowd who doesn’t seem interested.
This is my first ever fan fiction that is not Yu Yu Hakusho or Inu Yasha, so bare with me. I actually had this idea in my head since the first ever Pokemon movie came out. You know, the one with Mew and Mewtwo. I hope you guys enjoy this story.
- - -
It was a bright, cloudless morning when Ash Ketchum woke up. Yawning widely, he looked over to Pikachu who was still asleep, cuddling up to Misty. He stood up and stretched the sleepiness out of him.
“What a good morning! Today will be a good day, I know it.” He picture up his backpack and rummaged through it to get his water bottle. He took a quick sip and placed it back in. He looked up into the sky just in time to see a flock of Pidgey fly into the horizon. At the same time, a cool wind blew over the trio and the sound of Misty stir let him know it was probably around eight in the morning. Misty always woke up at eight and never any later or earlier.
“Good morning!” She chirped happily, rubbing her left eye red. Ash smiled and went up to Brock, who was snoring away, mumbling about beautiful women.
“Figures,” Misty snorted. Ash picked up a stick and began poking the older man in the ear. Pikachu imitated him only with a twig and was poking him in the eye.
“Hmmmmmphmgrr..” Brock moaned loudly and rolled over, hugging his backpack like a pillow.
“Wake up, Brock. It’s time to make breakfast,” Ash whined poking him harder. Brock sat up and yawned.
“I should really teach you two how to cook. What did you guys do when I was away with Professor Ivy?” Both Ash and Misty laughed nervously and thought about all the instant ramen they ate for such a long time. Brock got up and made their breakfast anyway. The rest of the morning was great and refreshing for both trainer and Pokemon. Little did they know there were being watched from a far.
No, it wasn’t the ever popular team rocket and their stubborn persistence of Pikachu. Not another trainer hoping to win a few battles nor a Pokemon, curious about the strangers in their forest. This was another creature, a creature out for revenge on someone who ruined his master plan some time ago. It may have looked like a Pokemon, but it was nothing like one at all. From the shadows of the forest trees, the ghostlike creature vanished and raced off in a blinding like.
“Hm?” Misty looked towards the forest curiously.
“What’s wrong,” Ash asked with a mouth full of stew. Misty shrugged.
“I thought I saw a light or something. I guess I was imagining it.” The three trainers finished up quickly, recalled their Pokemon into their poke balls and packed up.
“Lets hurry up today. We’re running dry on supplies.” A few hours after their morning meal, they were once again lost in the wilderness. Misty was steaming, Ash was complaining and Brock was studying his map closely.
“I don’t get it. We should be there already…” Brock looked at the map and laughed uneasily.
“I guess turning the map right side up would help. Hehehe….” Misty turned red in rage.
“You idiot! So we were wandering around in this bug infested forest all day in the wrong direction?!?” Ash ducked out of the way as the girl started pummeling the poor man. Pikachu shook its head in disproval, but its ears perked up and he sniffed the air curiously.
“What’s wrong Pikachu? Smell food or something?” Pikachu raced up a tree and began scanning the area. The other two stopped as well and turned their attention to the tiny mouse Pokemon.
“What’s wrong Ash?” Misty let go of Brocks collar and stood next to Ash who was looking around as well. He strained his hearing as best as he could to listen for any sign of movement.
“Maybe it’s team rocket,” Brock said casually.
I doubt. Pikachu wouldn’t act this way if it were them.
“Can’t be. It’s something else..” The three moved on in the right direction briskly. They planned on getting out of the forest before turning in for sleep and rest. No matter how fast they walked or how long they did, the uneasy feeling of being watched chased them all through the day into the night.
“What ever it is, it’s not leaving us alone. It has to be a Pokemon,” Brock concluded, unrolling his sleeping bag right next to Ash’s. Ash sat up and stared at the trees intensely. What ever it is, it felt like it was staring mostly at him. It was sort of scary. And besides that, they did not come across any Pokemon at all. Something big had scared them all away and was scaring his poor Pikachu.
Said Pokemon was sitting near the fire, nervously looking from one side to another. He squeaked softly and shifted his eyes narrowly.
“Lets get some sleep, okay? We need energy to get ourselves out of here tomorrow,” Brock said, rolling over in his bag and err… Closing his eyes. Misty followed after him and their light snoring was droned out by the crackling of the fire. Ash sat up and stared into the fire.
“What ever it is, I don’t like it.” At that final statement he laid down on his mat and closed his eyes reluctantly and drifted off into sleep.
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So, how is it so far? Please review ‘cause it makes no sense if I’m writing to a crowd who doesn’t seem interested.