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Chapter one.

ALPHA

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Because every legend has to begin somewhere…

I am Alex.

4% of the world wants me dead.

95% of the world would want me dead if they knew what I was.

The remaining 1% wants the rest dead.

Where do I stand?

Night. Night is a strange thing. This night was different from the norm. The usual day-to-day, night-to-night rush of passer-by cars and pedestrians ceased. There was no particular reason for this occurrence, they just did. It was a quiet night. Nobody was around, and the figure had all the time she required. A single light flashed on alarmingly, sensing movement approaching. The tiny figure reached the doorstep, stopping quietly. A hood hung over her head, hiding her eyes from view. She had moved in too fast and wasn't noticed by any nosy civilians who would be curious of such a tiny figure, and carrying such a fragile parcel in her arms.

Jarod Black. Explorer. Traveller. Successful treasure hunter, now retired, reclined peacefully in a lazyboy leather seat. His thin locks of brown hair hung down over one eye a little, falling free from their fixed position to their natural sitting. The hair lifted and fluttered back a little as he blew at the locks. Ever since receiving his first Pokémon at ten, Jarod had travelled the world in search of greatness and fame and fortune. Eleven years later, the greatness and fame had yet to come. Fortune was something which found its way to Jarod, as was adventure. If the world knew of all he had discovered and witnessed, he would have been hailed as a legend, but alas-

Knock, Knock.

Jarod reluctantly removed himself from his position, striking the mute button on the remote in his hand before effortlessly tossing it onto the seat behind him.

'Who is it?' His voice was rather rough. He strutted confidently, unopposed in his domicile. He bent over, lining himself up with the little peep-hole in the door. All he could see through the hole was the obscured image of a light depraved tree at the end of his walkway. Through a number of painfully memorable experiences, Jarod knew opening a door in this situation was not a good idea, so he wasn't going to. He gazed through the peep hole for a few last prying seconds, then withdrew and turned away to return to his night.

'Aaaabbabiibbiggiaaaa!' Jarod stopped on one foot, balancing precariously as a short high pitched joyful squeal sounded through the door. His head turned cautiously, his dark eyes stared as if willing himself to see through the solid oak. 'Aaaayyibbiaa!' He turned on his heel, pacing rapidly back towards the door his hand slid into the back of his trousers, re-emerging soon clutching a small handgun. Holding the pistol close to his body, pointing at the door, his free hand snapped open a deadbolt and twisted open a lock. He pulled the door open, stepping quickly out; his eyes darted back and forth before spotting something before him. He stepped aside quickly, landing on a bad angle. He collapsed with a loud curse, his shoulder hitting the wooden deck roughly as he winced at the impact.

'What the hell i-' Something warm rubbed against his cheek. Jarod opened his eyes, his teeth unclenched as he saw what it was.

'Iggibigaboooo!' The infant drabbled happily, his chubby hand prodding randomly at Jason as he stared in shock. Jarod sat upright quickly, curiously gazing down at the baby. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, and his hair, what hair he had, seemed a dark ginger brown hue. Tucked inside the collar of his sprightly white baby jumpsuit, was a scrap of paper, torn from somewhere. Jarod reached out unsurely, halting halfway, and picked up the baby. The baby made a little grunt noise as Jarod's hands lifted under his armpits and sat him in his lap.

'What's your name kid?' He asked, picking the scrap of paper from his collar and unfolding it.

'Awiesg!' the baby muttered.

'What? Was that… Alex?' Jarod queried, his head cocking as he unfolded the paper.

'Aaaaaaaa!' The baby cried with a huge grin, clapping his hands a bit.

'All right then Alex…' Jarod held the paper to his eyes, angling it to catch the light above his porch. 'Let's see…'

" Jarod. I know that's your name. I remember. I concede to a lapse of common sense myself, and I must ask for your forgiveness in doing this. Jarod, this is your son"

'Shit…' Jarod facepalmed with sudden annoyance and frustration with himself. It's that bitch from goldenrod isn't it! Bitch! Told me she was on the pill!

" I am in no position myself to raise a child, as you will fully understand when you realise who I am. This is why I have bestowed him upon you, to raise as your own. I shan't lie to you. it will be a great responsibility. This child is not like others, and I pray you may realise his potential and allow him to live under your wing. He has your eyes Jarod. Look into those beautiful eyes and tell him you won't look after him…

Eiyvanaa."

That name struck a chord with Jarod. No, it wasn't that girl in goldenrod. Jarod wrapped up his son in blankets he lay in and stood cradling him in his arms. The child took his sleeve in one baby paw and clung to it, leaning his head against it as his eyes shut slowly… All the while Jarod was lost in thought as he went back inside…

Eiyvanaa… Eiyvanaa… where did I hear that..? Jarod racked his brain as he replaced himself in his seat. Eiyvanaa… "You may call me Eiyvanaa-" Jarod lurched forwards in shock as his heart stopped briefly, his eyes wide open and staring with awe-filled confusion straight ahead, remembering where he had heard that name. 'Oh no… no no no no this is impossible…' But Jarod had no doubt about it. This was his son, and he knew who the mother was. "This child is not like others? What a fucking understatement!"

'Hey you! hold on there!' The small black-clad figure paused unsurely, turning to see over her shoulder. At the end of the alleyway she had just run into, was a man. His tall frame was the opposite of her short round one, and his outline was illuminated by a dull street light.

'Chansey?' The Pokémon asked as she backed away fearfully, bumping into a dumpster as she did so. Another two men emerged from the street into the alleyway and the three advance as a wall, cutting off any escape. 'Chansey!' The Chansey cried as she turned and ran, but stopped short in her stride as she was faced with an inconvenient wall cutting her off. There were no doors she could find as she searched the area frantically, panicking as the dark men approached. She could see what they had in their hands. Guns. Assault rifles.

'Settle down you.' The leading man in the middle said, raising one hand to halt the Chansey in what attempt she may make to escape. 'You have nothing to worry about, just give it to us and we will leave you.' Chansey looked down at the empty blanket she carried in her hands, and unfurled it, holding it up for the men to see it was empty. 'Shit!' The first man took a few steps forwards quickly, raising his rifle barrel. 'All right. Here's what you're going to do.' He hissed as he leant down to Chansey's height. 'You're going to take us to wherever you left it.'

'Chansey!' The Pokémon shouted defiantly, shaking her head. She cried out as the man suddenly sunk a boot into her stomach brutally, then froze as the man thrust the barrel of a desert eagle into her mouth, pointing up into her head.

'Where is it?' His voice exuded calm menace as he held the assault rifle in one hand, the pistol in the other in her mouth.

'…Chansey…' The other two men turned away a bit and closed their eyes as a loud gunshot rang out, the sound of the discharge ringing in their ears as it echoed.

'We're done here.' The first man said ultimately as he replaced his handgun in its holster.

'But what about the-' The other man trailed off suddenly as the first man glared.

'There's nothing we can do. It's already gone.' The man looked upwards. He could see the moon in the gap between the rooftops above him. It was difficult to see tonight.

It was a new moon.