A/N: This is my first story, hope you like it, criticisms are welcome if they're constructive. Thank you I don't own Pokemon, but I do own Fraser and the characters that will follow. I have improved this since it first came out, so this is the updated/improved version. Happy times XD

BETA READING BY RedWingZero. Hi! This is my first Beta reading!

The Challenges Ahead

Chapter 1

"Fraser, get up or you'll be late!" announced a voice that startled the teenager; thrusting himself out of his bed. "You know how much I hate it when people are late for me, so I expect they would like punctuality in return!" Today was the day that Fraser Blue would receive his first Pokemon, and become a fully-fledged pokemon trainer.

Fraser was 15, so was like a typical teenager when it came to waking up in the morning. "Agh... Okay, I'm up..."
Then he remembered why his mother had got him up at the early hour of 8:00.

He got dressed into his clothes, and today he was wearing a scruffy, yet smart-looking blue t-shirt with the words on it saying "Chill guys, I've got this", and picturing a Meowth getting ready to fight a Wailord. He put on his jeans and groggily stumbled across the room to reach for his socks and shoes.

"Don't forget Fraser, you need to put on some body spray. You don't want to smell do you?" his mother nagged from downstairs. he walked over to the body spray.
'I cannot wait to get away from her...' Fraser thought silently. He was the type of person that looked decent wearing anything, so it didn't matter what he wore. To many people, it was normal to see him wearing odd clothes, because they seemed to suit him fine.

Fraser casually walked out of his room, and briskly headed down the stairs to where he could get his breakfast, where he hears someone walking behind him; He stopped and turned round to see his younger sister, Sara. She gestured for him to get closer and as he did she sleepily whispered into his ear.

"I'm gonna miss you big brother!" and with that she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and followed him downstairs.

When he got downstairs he was welcomed with the sound of "chiic, torchic!". It was Wisp, the family's Torchic, though this was drowned out by the noise and commotion in the form of Weavile greeting him joyfully. "Wea vile vile We!". Weavile was his father's pokemon, until his was brutally murdered right before Fraser's eyes. The knife, the piercing scream and the look in his dad's eyes as all life fled from his body still made him shiver down to the core, but he had to let it go. The killer was caught, all of the drama was over, and today was a fresh start.

He sat down next to his sister, poured himself a drink and then, finally, tucked into his breakfast. His mother appeared with his small backpack, and it looked as if it had been filled to the brim.

"Why have you put that much stuff into it, Mum?You know I can just re-stock any time I need to at a Pokemart!" he ranted, while his mother just let the words fly pass. "Ah, don't worry.". She accepted that it was time to let go of Fraser. He was no longer a little boy, and now a proud young man.

Not even an hour later, Fraser was out the door, walking on his way through his home town, Solaceon town, for the last time in what he knew would be a while. When he came to the edge he almost wept at the sight of his house becoming fainter and more distant, and as his house faded on the horizon, so did the Daycare Center, where he had assisted its elderly employees many times.

'I know, I'll take the quick route through the forest rather than go through route 209. There's nothing interesting there...' Fraser thought to himself as he walked rather aimlessly. So, with that decision made, he began to wander towards forest, unfazed. When he was younger he always went to the forest to play with the more docile wild pokemon like the small Pikachu and the occasional Shinx, and the one day there was a Larvitar that was unusually friendly. However, that particular Pokemon was never seen again...

As Fraser strolled through the forest casually, he stopped to listen when he heard what he thought was a slight whimper, and as he shrugged and continued to walk, the whimper seemed to turn into a scream of shock, terror and pain. This was all Fraser could bear, and as he sprinted to the source until it was only metres away, he was shocked at what he saw.

A Larvitar was lying on its back, eyes open and dead, but Fraser couldn't see anything around that could've attacked it.

As he was staring in shock, a large hand yanked at Fraser's collar as he tried to scream for help. This, however, was the least of his worries, because when he stopped struggling he felt a sharp pain course through his body, and he noticed a long, cold, rusty blade that had torn through his chest to appear in front of his eyes, dripping with his blood.

As he was writhing in pain, he saw the killer's Magmortar set alight the Larvitar corpse as it stared lifeless at Fraser. He knew what was going to happen to him, so as the; large fire-type Pokemon approached, Fraser closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.

Instead he received another sharp pain, but this time it struck his neck. Fraser's eyes jolted open and saw the killer waving a needle and syringe, empty, in his face. "Should've stayed at home kid!" laughed the mysterious killer, who then walked off triumphantly, talking to himself and returning his Pokemon.

Fraser felt anger build up inside and shouted "Is that all you got!?" towards the stranger, but he was ignored as the man disappeared from his view. "Why haven't I died yet?" he moaned, clutching his stomach, "Did that guy inject me with something that takes me longer to die?!"

Soon however, Fraser could feel nothing on his body, though it wasn't cold. He was numb and couldn't feel anything at all. When he looked down at his hands, they were darker and his palms started getting tougher, looking more puffed up than hardened. At his fingers, he could see fur sprouting out, thick, yet light brown fur growing rapidly like a horror movie. He then lifted up his shirt and saw that his whole body was now being covered by the mysterious fur. Soon, he was completely covered in it, and quickly after, felt an intense pulling sensation on his ears as if somebody was pulling them to the top of his head. They had the same pain within them as they lengthened out, and Fraser silently screamed through the excruciatingly painful process he was going through.

Suddenly he felt his skull split and change its shape; if ever there was the most painful moment in his life until that point in time; that was it. Yet all this continued, whilst he felt his arms change shape and his legs lose their knee caps as he fell into a quadrupled stance, and he was in so much pain he didn't realize that he was beginning to shrink. Once this was all finished, he could feel his organs rearrange themselves on the inside which made him dizzy until, finally, he passed out from the pain and exhaustion.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I'll update ASAP, so feel free to send any messages to help me out if I'm doing badly so I can improve. Until then, goodbye