Red turned around to face the man who called him a thief. It was an old man. He looked like that one from before. The one that was lying on the ground yelling at people until he got coffee. He seemed even angrier now. He was walking with a cane.

"Them Poké Balls...they wouldn't happen to have an Abra in it, would they?" the old man said, glaring at Red.
Red shook his head, knowing he had only his Bulbasaur and Pidgey. "Oh, really? Why don't you show me them then?"

"Um, sir," the nurse behind the Pokémon Center counter began to say, "We don't allow Pokémon outside Poké Balls within the building."

"But ya allow stolen Pokémon?" the man yelled.

"Sir, both of this child's Pokémon's OT's say this boy's name. They are both his," the nurse explained.

"Check the PC then! He's hiding my Abra!"

"We don't display the contents of other trainers' PC's without their permission."

The old man scowled. He whacked Red with his cane. "Show me ya PC."

PC? Red thought, That's all the way back at home. Well, if it gets this guy to go away... Red began to walk towards the door.

"Whaddaya doin'? PC's right behind you, kid!" the old man whacked him again.

"Sir, stop assaulting that child." the nurse said, anger in her voice.

"I'll do whatever I want. Get me another beer, bi-"

"SIR!" the nurse interrupted, "Leave this Pokémon Center now!"

So he was drunk? Red ran out, while the old man yelled at him. Red escaped right into the Viridian Forest. To the inexperienced trainer, the forest was a maze full of poisonous bugs, 3-foot moths, and if you're really unlucky, a rat that can control a thunderstorm.

Red decided to train against the wild Pokémon before he faced any trainers. That is, until he saw that the people in the forest were 7 year old kids collecting bugs. They could easily be beaten.

"Hey, I'm Anthony, wanna fight?" That kid's Caterpies were knocked out by Red's Pidgey almost instantly. In fact, they all were easy. Red didn't have any trouble until he walked into some tall grass. That's when he heard the cry he was hoping not to hear.

"Pika?" Pikachu. The Mouse Pokémon. From that description, it doesn't sound tough. That was many a trainer's first mistake. The second mistake was actually battling it.

But Red decided he wanted one. So he sent out his Pidgey. The Pikachu shot a small bolt of lightning at the bird, which was very effective against it. The Pidgey was hardly able to stay in the air. Red sent it back so it wouldn't faint. Then, he got Bulbasaur. That made it easier. The electricity didn't do as much damage. Red signaled to his Bulbasaur to do its newest move. He raised four fingers.

Bulbasaur shot a vine out of its bulb. He snapped it like a whip onto the Pikachu. That seemed to hit the Pikachu in a sensitive spot. It should be ready to catch. Red prepared a Poké Ball. This would be his third Pokémon.

The Poké Ball sent the Pikachu into it. It shook once, twice, three times. Click! Red was surprised. That Poké Ball...wasn't his.

Blue walked up, snickering. "Thank you for weakening that for me. I don't really need it. I'll probably just release it. Well, smell ya later!"

Red was furious. He punched a tree just to get rid of his anger. All that work-and a near-fainted Pokémon-and nothing to show for it. Great. Just great.

I guess I could catch another one...but not now. Red sulked and headed back to the Pokémon Center. He didn't get too far until he spotted another Pikachu. I'd better just run, Red thought. But he couldn't get away. He lifted up Bulbasaur's Poké Ball. That only seemed to anger the electric mouse. The wild Pokémon shot a bolt of electricity straight at Red. Bulbasaur's Poké Ball flew out of his hand and rolled somewhere into the woods. He couldn't send his Pidgey out against a foe like this

Red knew he could only run. But the Pikachu wasn't feeling very kind today. It zapped Red again, this time knocking him to the ground. He looked up. The last thing he remembered seeing was the Pikachu charging up.

ZAP!