Underdog (Pokémon Fan Fiction)

Prologue

            If there's one thing you can do to royally screw up your life around here, it's breaking into Professor Elm's goddamn lab and threatening him with his own syringe. Tomorrow is the day that new Trainers will begin their Pokémon journeys. I've been waiting to start mine for a while- five years to be exact. But something always comes along and ruins it for me. One year, I had to stay home and help my sister through Trainer's School. Another time, I broke my leg. And once, some dip shit climbed through the window and stole the last Pokémon in stock! It didn't surprise me to learn that it was the narcissistic son of Giovanni for that last one. Regardless, I've always been screwed over some way or another. So why, when Professor Elm announced that three other kids wanted their chance this year, did I ruin their opportunity? Because I guess I'm just as self-centered as the other kid.

           "J-Jared, put that down, please. You don't know what you're doing." Professor Elm stuttered out. Like hell I don't, I thought.

            "Give me the Pokémon," I demanded, eyes narrowing. It was quite a scene. The Professor sprawled on the floor amidst scattered papers, a fifteen year old boy standing over him with a shot in his hand. To tell you the truth, I had no clue what was in the syringe, but it must be pretty freaking lethal or he wouldn't be cowering beneath me. Okay, maybe he would. I didn't have the nicest exterior (or interior) ever. I was a good six feet tall with short black hair- which was currently streaked with sweat from running all the way to Newbark Town. I came from my hometown, Violet City.

            My name is Jared Wilson, and I'm robbing Johto's Pokémon Professor.

            "Calm down, Jared. Think about your actions. Th-this could reflect badly on y-" The fool was cut off by the sound of a coffee mug shattering on the floor next to his face.

            "You think I care about my brother's reputation?!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. I had to clench my fist to stop it from shaking. I hated him. I hated Falkner so much! Everywhere I go, people ask me why I'm not as good as my precious big brother, Falkner. Just because he became the city's gym leader at a young age, succeeding my father, means that I have to be perfect too. He's the golden boy of the family, the one my parents croon over and give attention to. Well, not for long! Once I started my journey, he could kiss that position goodbye, because dad would boot him out there faster than you could say 'Zephyr Badge'!

           Professor Elm swallowed hard and dared to look up at me. "Jared, please don't do this." He said in almost a whisper. "Do you have any idea how the media will react?" The media. He's threatening me with the media! Did I not just make it clear that I don't give a crap?

            "Listen to me, Professor." I snarled, tightening my grip on the syringe. "You have two choices. Give me a Pokémon, or have this injected into to your veins!"

            He backed up, flinching. We stared at each other- well, I glared at him- for a long time in silence, before Professor Elm sighed. "Fine, take your pick." He relented, and shot me a disapproving look before disappearing into a side room. "I hope you know that you're ruining a child's future."

            I snorted. Bull-freaking-crap. I'd waited five years to start my journey; the snot-nosed brat who came late tomorrow could suck it up for one.

            I tried to act cool and collected, but honestly I was giddy with excitement. I completely changed from being dangerous to buzzing with joy. My first Pokémon, finally! At last I could get out of my house and away from those people! I was lucky I managed to hold onto the shot, in case the Professor tried anything tricky.