RE: Pokémon Max's Story: Betrayal! Prologue is installed!
Chapter One: The Chase
It was dusk. John was at his mansion, sitting on the balcony. He held a cup of Earl Grey tea to his lips, inhaled the pleasant scent, then took a sip. He watched the slowly setting sun. After five long years, it was complete.
For five long and grueling years, John had been developing the PokéBeach resort on an island in the Orange Islands.
There were so many people who stood by his side to help him. There was Michael Avalon, his childhood friend. Then there was also Benjamin Walker, better known as Ben, Bela, and Doc.
“Hm,” John thought to himself, “I don’t think I’ve ever found out Doc’s real name.”
Then her thought of the others who had aided him over the years. There was Kevin Garret. Everyone called him Kay Gee. There was also little Georgie Forest. He was the youngest, but quite possibly the smartest. Then there was the ever loony Purple McDonald.
“Vindictive mother?” he questioned silently.
Then there was Anthony Winters, a.k.a. Spiral. John never found out why he called himself that, but it didn’t bother him. Then finally, there was Haley White. The guys all called her Amt. She was the only girl in the bunch, and a little over a month ago, she left the island to be with her family.
“What on earth does ‘Amt’ stand for?” he thought again, this time as he sipped his tea, “She was the only girl around…maybe it means ‘Another man’s treasure’?”
He became lost in thought. This had been the first time in years he had relaxed. But it wasn’t his choice. Michael ordered him to. He ever threatened to beat him so bad if he didn’t take a break that John would then be forced to. Seeing as just going with it would be a lot less painful, John took the day off.
John had many of his Pokémon on the island. Since the island was not home to any wild Pokémon, his Pokémon roamed about freely. His Spearow landed on the railing of the balcony.
“Speeeaaar!”
“Hello Spearow,” John said in a kind voice. He untied a small note attached to Spearow’s talon.
“Let’s see,” he said aloud, “ ‘Dear John; I am so happy you finally finished the resort! I know it’s been a long, long time, and I’m sorry I left so abruptly. Anyways, I will come and visit soon, and that is a promise! And by the way, you should really take a break as soon as you get this, something tells my Michael is ready to beat you senseless! Yours truly, Haley ♥’
“It’s almost like she’s psychic…Spearow, are you too tired for another trip?”
“Spear!”
Spearow shook his head.
“Alright!” said John, “Take this to Pallet Town and give it to Professor Oak. Hopefully, he’ll know where Max Shade is. That guy has been slipping under everyone’s radar for months.”
John gently tied an envelope to Spearow’s leg, and Spearow dove off the balcony and over the sea.
As john finished his tea, he watched his Spearow fly off until he was invisible to the naked eye. He sighed softly to himself, and then there was a knock at the door inside in his bedroom.
He walked inside and opened the door. It was Bela, and he was in a frenzy!
“What’s wrong?” John asked.
“It’s George!” Bela shouted, “He’s been attacked!”
“Let’s go!”
John ran out the door and Bela followed. John gripped a PokéBall tightly in his hand.
When they arrived at George’s room, Kay Gee and Spiral were helping him to bed.
“Georgie!” said John, “Are you okay?”
“Little shaken,” said George, “But I’ll be fine.”
“Good…Kay Gee, gather the others and fan out. Whoever did this I want him in jail tonight! Spiral, stay with George.”
“No problem!” said Kay Gee as he bolted out the door.
“Careful boss,” said Spiral.
“Don’t know the meaning of the word,” said John, “Bela, take the east side of the island, I’ll go west.”
“You got it,” said Bela as he darted out the door. John followed and they split pathes down two separate halls to go out two separate exits.
John had found a set of tracks that led up to the mansion. They were of human and a Pokémon…looked like a Clefable?
John followed the tacks backwards, and eventually reached the beach. Unfortunately, the tracks ended where the water of the beach rose in and out.
John cursed, and said, “Where are you?”
“Right here!” yelled a deep voice from behind. The voice wasn’t natural; there was some strange device that must be altering his voice.
John swung his body one-hundred and eighty degrees to come face-to-face with a masked man. And this wasn’t just any mask, it was the mask Max Shade had used in an alternate timeline!
“Nightshade, I presume?” asked John.
“You presume correct,” said Nightshade.
“This won’t work, Max has no memory of his other life. You can’t pin the blame on him for this.”
“I believe you are wrong.”
The masked man pulled up his left sleeve and there was some strange device on it.
“How did you get that?” John asked in shock. The device had no name, really, but John spent years with Doc developing it. The device would allow transport into another timeline. The only glitch was, there was no way of controlling what exactly would happen in that timeline.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t leave a bunch of teenagers in charge of guarding it. Go Clefable!”
“Staryu, let’s go!”
“Fable!”
“Hiyyyyyyyya!”
“Metronome!” yelled Nightshade.
“Cle-fable-fa-ble-fa-ble-ffffaaaAAA-BLE!”
Clefable shot out a powerful Discharge.
“Dodge!” yelled John. As Staryu narrowly escaped a definite knock out, John called, “Use Psychic!”
“Hiya!”
The red gem on Staryu’s center began glowing, and Clefable flew high into the air.
“Hydro Pump!” yelled John.
“HIIIIIYYYYYAAAAA!”
A high-pressured jet of water burst from Staryu’s gem and blasted Clefable sky high!
“Return!” yelled Nightshade. He then pulled out a .44 Magnum, and aimed it at John’s chest.
“Now do as I say, and I won’t kill you,” Nightshade continued.
“If you even thi-”
BAM!
Nightshade shot the gun into John’s leg.
John cried out in pain, but despite that, he returned his Staryu and ran. John knew every inch of the island, there were many hiding places. He ran into the jungle, and once he was sure Nightshade had followed him in, he ran back out into the salt water.
His Staryu popped out to keep him afloat, and as a perk, the salt water would clean his wound.
Keeping his head close to the surface, he watched for Nightshade on the beach. But, the first person he saw was Bela and Ben.
“Hey!” called John, “Out here!”
“John!” called Bela.
“I got this!” said Ben, “Go Lapras!”
“Raaas!”
“Go get John!”
Lapras swam out to John, and he grabbed the horns on her shell and hoisted himself up.
As he got off, Ben and Bela saw his blood-soaked pants.
“What happened?” Bela asked, concerned.
“I got shot,” said John with a heavy breath; his adrenaline rush was ending. He passed out.
John was lying on his back. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t have the strength to open them.
Then, a cold cloth was placed on his head. He opened his eyes and saw Haley.
“Hey,” said John, “I thought you weren’t coming for another week?”
“Actually,” said Haley, “You’ve been out for a week.”
John closed his eyes and moaned.
“Anyone else in here?”
“Just Georgie,” said Haley, “He’s been worried about you. He fell asleep in the chair though.
“I didn’t fall asleep!” said George groggily, “I was…uh…resting my eyes…Yeah, that’s it!”
“Do me a favor kid,” said John, “Go tell Michael to tell the authorities I’ll pay one-hundred million dollars to anyone who captures him.”
“You got it!”
George ran out of the room. As he did, the telephone in his bedroom rang. Haley answered it.
“Hello?” asked Haley.
“Hey, it Purple,” said Purple, “Is the gimp awake yet?”
“He’s awake.”
“Is he up for a visitor?”
“Let me ask…John, you’ve got a visitor.”
“Really?” asked John, “As long as he doesn’t mind the fact that I’m in bed, send him in.”
“He said send him up.”
“No problem,” said Purple.
Downstairs in the living room, Purple was with a blue-haired man who had a Treecko on his shoulder.
“John says you are welcome to see him, but he’s kinda stuck in bed at the moment.”
“So I heard,” said the blue-haired man.
“Follow me.”
Purple led the man upstairs, and the man walked into John’s room.
“Well, if it isn’t the infamous John,” said the man.
“Max Shade,” said John, “We’ve been expecting you.