Aaron awoke, startled by a dream he had of his father's death. His uncle's pet Growlithe layed on the bed next to him. Aaron's uncle, also known as Professor Hawthorne, asked him to deliver an egg he had been studying. The seventeen (subject to change) year old boy accepted, then ran off to Pallet Town with Growlithe. Aaron traveled east, out of the mountain top village and into the cave where his father was killed. On the way, Aaron battled a strange figure in a black cloak. Being a novice trainer, Growlithe was obliterated and defeated easily (being seventeen, Aaron should have his Pokemon, but he had been apprenticed by his uncle, learning many other things).

Entering Pallet Town, Aaron went to Professor Oak. Professor Oak gave Aaron the egg, telling him that newly found data (from Professor Elm), showed that Pokemon eggs only hatch while other Pokemon are around and with a trainer. Oak also gave Aaron a Pokedex (of course) and sent him back to his uncle.

As Aaron walked into his uncle's laboratory, he realized that his uncle was gone! A mysterious note signafied that he had been kidnapped! Aaron immediately seeked out his uncle's assistant, telling him what happened. He suggested that he capture Growlithe, and to find his uncle. The assistant then gave him a cell phone (or something of that nature) and said he would help him on his journey.

Prologue
They were walking through a cave. They just visited Professor Oak in Pallet Town. A flashlight in hand, Aaron's dad cut through the pitch black cave with the beam of light. He was of average height, and an average weight kind'a guy. His eyes searched through the darkness as he scratched his black beard with his left hand. His gruff voice split the eerie silence.


"Son, let's hurry home. We want to get there as soon as possible." He looked around, worried. Aaron trudged along next to his dad. He was only five years old then, and didn't understand what was going on.


"But why, daddy? Why must we hurry home. Can't I get a pokemon?"


Aaron's dad glanced at his son in a saddened expression. He stopped suddenly, Aaron halting too. Grasping his son's shoulders with his hands, he glanced around, rushing his speech.


"Son....I have something to tell you. You see, these men; they are not good men. They may say they are, but they're not." He looked back towards where they came from. "I fear they have caught up with us. I didn't want them to hurt anyone else...."


Aaron's father reached into his pocket, grabbing a hand written note.
"Here, take this." He handed him the flashlight and the note.


"Quickly....run home as fast as you can. And don't look back."


Aaron didn't understand. "But why, daddy? Why?" His father looked down shamefully. "I can't tell you that, son. Just get that note to your mother, okay?"


Aaron looked down, disheartened and pouting.
"Yes, father."


A moment passed as the two embraced one another. The moment ended when footsteps echoed faintly, only a hundred or so feet away.
So Aaron hugged his father for the last time and ran as fast as he could. He heard a faint "I love you" from a distance behind him. His curiosity and fear ate at him until he circled around and found about a six foot tall boulder. Crouching behind it, he clicked off the flashlight, then cupped his left hand to his ear so he could listen in. The footsteps grew louder and louder until they stopped. A tension building and freightening silence took place; until he could hear his dad speak in a trembled voice.


"Who's th-there?" The silence continued until a deep and eerie voice cut through the blackness.


"You know who I am, Kyle. You've known for a long time now. But the real question is: how did you figure out I am the imposter....and more importantly....how did you infiltrate our ranks?"



Aaron shifted uncomfortably as fear and nausia began to knot up his stomach.


"I-I don't know w-what you're talking about."


Aaron could picture the creepy man smiling wickedly and enjoying the interrigation.


"Hold'em" By the sound of shuffling footsteps, Aaron estimated that two other men came forward and held his father's arms.


"If you want to play that way....hmm....Maybe your family will be more convincing-"


"Noooo! I will not allow you to harm them!"


The man shouted with extreme authority and harshness.


"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW!!!"


Aaron's dad whispered just loud enough for Aaron to hear. "I will never tell you."


The man snickered loudly.


"Always the hero. Always the brave and noble man."


His voice got deeper.


"We'll see who's noble after your dead." The eerie man continued in a calm and commanding voice.


"Kill him."


Aaron's dad let out a shocking gasp.


"But....wait....I have a family. Please! I have a son! Please don't-"


Three flashes of light lit up the cave as three gun shots rang out and echoed loudly throughout the mountain. Aaron's jaw dropped with shock and disbelief. Tears dribbled down his cheek and onto his lap. He waited until the men were long gone; then he slowly stood up, peaking over the rock. What he saw freightened him: His father lay dieing on the ground.


Running up to him, Aaron cradled him in his arms.


"Daddy? Why were those guys hurting you?"


Aaron's father layed there, smiling at his son. He grew paler and paler by the second, his body limp and useless. As he spoke in a weak voice, his son listened.


"Remember, son, get that note to your mother. It's very important." He coughed hoarsely then continued. "I love you, Aaron."


The man's face grew paper white....his eyes rolled up to the ceiling lifelessly: He was dead....


TO BE CONTINUED...