A/N: Hola, readers. Welcome to the first installment of a long overdue fic called Carry On. To be honest, I stored this story away in the attic about five months ago, when I was on break from school. And yes, it's another Pokemon fic, sue me. Anyway this a first person perspective on dying and being brought back in the Pokemon World.

DK: I finally get a spot in the light?

Yes, you do. but it's going to be painful.

DK: Why?

Wash: Because you get tortured and shot in the head.

DK: WHAT!?

Wash! Shooting Range, Now!

Wash: *Snort*Whatever

Anyway, rambling over. Time to move on.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own the Pokemon franchise. that belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo

It's just another day in the world I live in. Or at least it should be. If you're questioning the madness in my statement, let me remember the world 'you' live in and the one I used to live in. If I recall my life on what I like to call 'Earth 0', I could tell you that it was complete shit. In the mornings, I would go to class and and then afterward, I would ready myself for a string of job interviews. Now, this doesn't sound too bad, unless you count that on the last week I lived on Earth 0, I had twenty interviews and was turned away for the jackass that was less qualified than I was. It's safe to say that I was beyond pissed. I'd been trying to get a job for the past three months, only for them all to end in the same result. Any person in my position would have most likely given up by now, but I was persistent. At the end of my last interview, I was finally in luck. This restaurant needed servers, and badly. I got the job and they said I wa- wait a minute, I'm rambling. The point is, I didn't have the greatest luck. In fact, I still don't have much luck.

As I was going to each of these interviews, I didn't know that I was being shadowed by a local gang, or that they were the ones messing up all my interviews. After I got my last job on that planet, I was approached by the 'lieutenant' of said gang asking me to join their ranks. I declined and went on my merry way. After that first shift at the restaurant, I was ambushed and kidnapped by a bunch of thugs that I would soon find out were members of the gang that approached me. They stuffed a potato sack over my head and knocked me out with a blow to the head. When I came to, I was tied to an armchair and was surrounded by the gang. I didn't see anyone I recognized, except for the lieutenant that offered recruitment. I was blender of mixed emotions: I was scared that I was going to die; confused as to where I was; angry for being forced into a meeting with a gang I refused to join; and frustrated that they wanted me so badly. I couldn't for the life of me understand what stood out about me. I was snapped back to reality by a punch to the face.

"Good, now that we've got your attention," my assailant said. "Let's begin." An artificial light came on from above, extinguishing the darkness. In front of me was a man about six foot in height and looked like he went to gym juiced up on steroids. He was bald, definitely white and was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans and combat boots. If I had to compare him to a celebrity, he'd look like a mix of David Draiman with Dolph Lundgren's body from Rocky IV. I noticed a .45 in his right hand. I had a feeling it was going to be used tonight. It's target: probably me. "Now, What is your name?" the man asked. I stayed silent. He came up to me and pistol whipped me. "I ask again: What is your name?"

"I'm not telling you shit!" I yelled. He had an angry look on his face and turned to his lieutenant.

"You wanted to recruit this random chicken shit?" He yelled. "Not only is he defiant, he's got a mouth that will get him in trouble." the lieutenant came into the light, sweating and his eyes shifting.

"Sir, He's the most qualified for our next job." the lieutenant said. "He's got skills with coding that is only seen in hackers." I knew my past was going to come back to haunt me. Yes, I was a hacker at one point in my life. No, I didn't get caught, but a close call made me realize that I don't want to see the inside of a prison cell. The boss punched his lieutenant and turned back to me.

"The way I see it, you have two choices:" he said. "Either join us and we get this job done, or," he pulled the hammer back on the gun. "You take a dip in the pier and the sharks get a hold of you." He approached me to the point that his face was mere inches from my face. "What's it gonna be?" he asked. I did the best my mind could come up with. I spat in his face. He reeled back and wiped his face of the spit and blood.

"If those are my choices, I'd rather be fed to the sharks!" I yelled. He chucked and pointed the gun at my head.

"Say hi to God for me." Was the last thing I heard. Well, that and the bang of the gun going off. And that was my last day on Earth 0. If you're wondering how I'm telling you this if I'm dead, I'll explain that, right about... now.

After the bang, my vision went white then ironically, black. I wandered the darkness for a few minutes when I tripped and fell on something soft. I look down and I see a bed. I look around and see the darkness fade to what looks like a military barracks. When I make the connection I think, 'shit, if this is heaven, I want a refund on my life', but then the entrance to the barracks opened. Through the doorway walked in a woman, dressed in an officer's uniform. Her complexion was pale, as was her blonde hair. Her suit was gray with black trim, the shirt she wore under it was blood red. If that didn't weird me out, her eyes did. They were a shade of red that was only seen in the Gears of War death logo and they scared the hell out of me. Seeing as she was dressed as an officer, I greeted her as such. I stood up and saluted to my best abilities. She smirked at me.

"At ease, Soul." She said. I relaxed and brought my hand down.

"Permission to speak, Ma'am." I said.

"Granted." She replied.

"Ma'am, If this is heaven, then may I have a refund on my life?" I asked. She started laughing. I didn't see anything in the question I asked. "What's so funny?" She stopped laughing and glared at me. I could feel her eyes boring into me, like drills looking for oil.

"Normally, I would have led you to heaven already." She said. "But, my father reviewed your life and did not like outcome you were dealt with. I also took a peek at your file and I have to say I agree with him." I looked at her like she was a bit crazy.

"So, what? I'm going to meet God?" I asked. She then looked at me like I was crazy.

"God?" she asked. I raised an eyebrow at her question. It was almost as if she hadn't heard of the entity.

"Yeah." I said. "You know, Allah, Zion, Jehovah, God. Different name, same entity." She then looked at me with a concerned look.

"This may sound a little off, considering you're dead," She started. "But where are you from?" She was right, I did find it odd, but I indulged her none the less.

"Um, Lubbock, Texas." I said. She then had a look of either fear or shock, I could never tell the difference. All of a sudden, the barracks around us disappeared back into darkness. "Hey, what's the big id- WHOA!" When I turned to talked to her, she was gone. In her place was a giant gray serpent. She and horizontal black and red lines alternating down the underside of her body. On its face, was golden mask. On its back were rib like protrusions the same shade of gold as the mask. Sticking out of the 'ribs' were six black tentacles that had pointed red tips on them. Anyone else would have taken one look at it and tried to get as far away from it as possible. I, on the other hand knew exactly what it was. One of the perks of being an antisocial hacker extraordinaire, I was able to get my hands on games, lots and lots of games. One of my personal favorites is, you guessed it, Pokemon. It was safe to say that my mind was torn. On one hand, I was staring at a Pokemon, a creature that doesn't exist on Earth 0, yet It was in awe at this once in a lifetime opportunity.

"Um, is there a reason I'm standing in front of a Pokemon?" I asked. "and not just any Pokemon, the Renegade Pokemon?" She looked down at me, the came down to eye level with me.

"I don't know," She said with a mental voice. "But I know someone who does." All of a sudden, a bright light filled the darkness. When the light faded, standing next to me was a man, who appeared to be in his late 20's. He was wearing a white suit with gold trim and tie. In his hand was golden cane,with a piece of what I believed was amber, but etched inside was a golden cross.

"I'll take it from here, Giratina." He said. "This human has many questions, and don't think you will be able to answer any of them." Giratina nodded. In a shimmer, she disappeared from existence. I turned my attention to the man next to me. "Now, let's start with introductions. I may not look like it, but I am the Alpha Pokemon, Arceus." I gave him a looked that said, 'you should be in an asylum.'

"Okay, I'll play along." I said. "My name is Daniel Kellen, but the few friends I did have called me DK. I was born on January 20th, 1993 in Lubbock, Texas. I'm 5'10" and am a psychotic antisocial computer geek. My main hobbies are playing video games and playing and listening to music." Arceus chuckled.

"I know who you are, Daniel." Arceus said. "After all, I was present in your creation." That last statement hit me the wrong way.

"Dude!" I yelled. "I didn't need to know you were there when my parents were doing the dirty deed." This time, Arceus let out a string of laughter that had me even chuckling. He wiped a tear away from his eye and settled down.

"What I mean is I helped my brother form your path." Arceus said. "you weren't meant to die the way you did. The only reason your path took a detour was because of my brother's divine creature fallen." I raised an eyebrow at him. I had heard the stories of Satan veering people off of their chosen paths, but to know it happened to me made my stomach turn.

"I guess I owe Father Johnson an apology." I said. And then some other detail hit me. "Wait a minute, did you say 'brother'?" Arceus nodded.

"Yes, the one you call God is my brother." Arceus stated. "After we were born, we decided to try an experiment: two dimensions. We each made one and decided to see which one was more prosperous. As you can see, I chose to make myself in the form of a Pokemon, while my brother stayed in the background as a faceless deity." I nodded.

"Go on." was all I said.

"Every millennium, We review each others universe and determine how well it's running. There was no contest to these reviews, only to see how we rule differently."

"...Okay, what does that have to do with me?" I asked. Arceus looked me dead in the eye.

"I saw the events that unfolded the day you died." Arceus said. "I believe that you are a good person, who fate had dealt bad cards to. That and the deck was stacked against you." I may not have shown it, but I was a little pissed.

"my life was rigged?" I asked. Arceus nodded. "So who do I have to thank for that?"

"That would be the one you humans call Satan." Arceus replied. "The last time I reviewed my brothers universe, I had the pleasure of meeting the one the my brother dubbed 'The Fallen'. Very mischievous." I nodded and decided to get straight to the point.

"So what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you, if I belong to your brothers universe?" I asked. Arceus put his hand on my shoulder.

"How long do you think it has been since you died?" he asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but then closed it and thought about it. In my mind, it only felt like thirty minutes since I died.

"Maybe thirty minutes?" I asked. Arceus shook his head.

"You've been dead for a little over a year." Was all he said. I took a step back. I could handle finding out my body expired a week ago at most, but a year. Who the hell was running this operation? Oh, right: Arceus and his brother God.

"You've got to be kidding me." I said. "A year!? It feels like almost an hour ago I felt the bullet enter my brain and made my vision go white. What the hell have I been doing this past year?" Arceus' expression didn't change.

"Let me answer your question with a question of my own." Arceus said. "Have you ever wanted to be a Pokemon Trainer?" I looked at him like he was high. And I mean higher than a kite-flyer listening to 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds'.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked. Arceus shook his head.

"I'm afraid not." Arceus replied. "After several incidents involving Satan, God made it protocol to send me all premature deaths of those he deemed good people." He then said something I never expect a deity to say. "Now, why don't we ignore all the bullshit and get straight to the point. You are going to be brought to my universe." I nodded.

"What's the catch?" I asked

"No catch, just righting a few wrongs and giving your life back." he said. "I've set up for you to meet with someone on Route 1, near Viridian City in Kanto, though they don't know it."

"Wait!" I yelled. "You're sending me to a new home without any of my old stuff. I mean, clothes I can just get more, but my music, instruments, laptop, games; those are all valuable to me."Arceus nodded.

"I knew you would say that." he said. "Which is why after I was given your file, I had all of your belongings transported to the Hall of Origins, where they have been untouched for the past year. You will get it all back in due time, but for now, you will only get some small stuff for now. Are you ready to go?"

That was a question I was asking myself. Was I ready to let go of my old life and get thrust into a new one? Hell, yeah! Granted, I'll miss my parents and friends, but this was a way for me to start over. But something that was still bugging me.

"One more question." I said. Arceus nodded. "How come Giratina didn't know who God was when I mentioned him? Arceus chuckled.

"She and the rest of her siblings don't believe me when I say I have a brother." he said. I laughed that his children were acting like, well children. Are you ready?" I nodded. "Good. When you wake up, you will be in the middle of Rural Route 1 in the Kanto Region." After he said that there was a blinding light, then everything went to black again.

A/N: Okay, lots of talkie, talkie, a meeting of dimensional proportions and dimensional relocation. If I offended any reader of certain religions on my characters view of God, I do not mean to. Anyway, If you like this story, favorite it, follow it, or both. if there is anything I can do the revise this story, lay it out in a review or a PM, just don't flame me, or I'll throw a steak in your face. One more note, this story will tie in with my other story 'Unfinished' as it takes place three years prior to the events of 'Unfinished'.

DK: The Pain!

Suck it up.

Wash: Or I'll put you in the target area

DK: Yipe!

Until next round,

Phant0m