Intolerance

[Teal'c]

Intolerance

Book 1: Intolerance
Book 2: Discrimination

WARNING: This story is PG-13 to M-15, for violence.

Prologue:
"It is a pleasure to meet you, gentlemen. How can I assist you tonight?"

A forlorn man in ragged clothing sat against a dilapidated wall as two armed men wearing black clothing and black caps, bearing the tag "KAPA", approached. Their trousers were clean and well ironed. The man noticed that the shirts they wore had a thin red cross the length their torsos, the diagonals ending at their shoulders.

"You. You're coming with us," growled one, much bigger than his counter part who looked more like a conscript than a recruit of the KAPA.

The homeless man looked shocked. Whether it was shock from the rudeness of the bloke, or the fact that two people were trying to incarcerate him, legally or not, was unknown.

"Why would I go with you chaps, when you haven't even given me your names?"

"Because you are under arrest," the bigger one asserted, pulling some handcuffs from his side.

"Under what grounds?" the man asked, still not sure of what his crime was.

"Possession of Pokemon," said the smaller one, with a contrastingly higher pitched voice.

"Possesion of Pokemon?" he was incredulous. "Why would I, a street wanderer, have any need, or want for a Pokemon?" he argued bitterly. His voice bore a certain English accent, much out of place in the backstreets of Viridian City.

"An annonymous tip told us you were seen having Poke Balls on your person," the smaller one spoke again. Though he was small, his face did have a set look, as though he would use force is necessary.

"I'm tellin' ya," the man tried once more to convince the men. "I don't have any Pokemon."

The man started walking away, dusting some dirt and ash off his red hair. He stroked his unkempt beard.

"Sir, we are arresting you. Please come quietly or we will have to use force," the bigger agent demanded. His voice held such authority, who could say no?

But the well-travelled man just laughed. "I wish you hadn't said that. I really do."

He looked up at the night sky. There appeared to be no moon tonight. But the elements of the sky shifted, and now a new moon appeared, no longer obscured by the large dark object falling towards the earth at an alarming speed.

It hit the road with a crash, creating more potholes along the worn out streets. Where once the men of authority stood were now two little children afraid to move.

It was obvious that, this was a beast. Not an object. The creature was large and yellow. Two small antennae protruded from it's head, which housed a face of two angry eyes, and a mouth twisted into a scowl. Its large body had two, much smaller wings. One on either side. Its large, heavy tail smashed into the ground, causing small tremors in the area.

It was an angry dragon.

"You see, gentlemen," the homeless man continued, not at all phased by the large monster standing next to him. "My friend here is quite fond of me. So if anyone tries to hurt or threaten me-"

The dragon took in a large breath, its body puffing out.

"- Dragonite gets quite defensive."

The creature, Dragonite, leaned forward and opened its mouth. A large white beam was released. The beam was total energy. When a Hyper Beam was used, it would cause major destruction to the area it hit. Buildings destroyed, trees discintegrated, earth removed for miles.

Two men was nothing.

"Good work, my friend," the wanderer smirked as he hopped onto Dragonite's back. The Dragonite flapped its wings and it took off into the night.

There were no witnesses.

[ish]

Wow this is good.
Very discriptive and you picture it as really dark... XP
Keep writing~

[Big-Head]

Cool, It's sounds very odd. Well odd from my point of veiw as in there are many different questions that I never would have thought of on my own. Like "why is he being arrested for having pokemon?" and "if its illegal to have pokemon, then why is he flaunting his giant dragonite?"

[Peter]

Ozzy, I think that is the idea. Good writing is supposed to make you ask questions.

A few corrections, I think... (they're in bold)

Quote:The man noticed that the shirts they wore had a thin red cross the length of their torsos, the diagonals ending at their shoulders.

Quote:"An anonymous tip told us you were seen having Poke Balls on your person," the smaller one spoke again.

Quote:It was obvious that this was a beast.

I don't think there needs to be a comma there. Possibly an ellipse, if you want a pause, but I don't think a comma.

[Teal'c]

First one - Yeah, that was a lousy mistake.
Second one - That's one of those words. Good call.
Third one - Yeah, I had about three different things there before, so that was just something I failed to change.

EDIT: And also building on what he said about writing making you ask questions, that's the whole point of a prologue, too.

[Azza]

Finally, Josh has made a story and it's a great one at that. I seriously didn't think it was going to be based on Pokemon due to the start, but I like how you cleverly added them in later. Honestly, I'll be keeping an eye on this story for updates.

[Sarah]

Yay, a story.
This is awesome so far.
Keep it up :]

[Teal'c]

Thanks for the kind words, guys.
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Chapter One:
"... and that is why it is impossible for humans and Pokemon to co-exist on this planet."

Joel typed the last few characters of his essay, which was due the next day. Saving the document, he closed the word processor and then moved onto a more important matter.

KAPA vs POKEMON

Joel clicked "CONTINUE", resuming his game from earlier, which stopped when he realised he had an essay, "Why Pokemon And Humans Can't Co-Exist", due quite soon.

Joel slowly moved his character, a well-trained KAPA agent under the name "Sylar", through the three-dimensional environment. His character was armed with a variety of weapons which he could use to kill off menacing Pokemon, including a large blue beast that carried a large flower on its back which had come into view on his left. Sylar crouched down and hid behind a rock as, what he identified as, a Venusaur wandered past.

Venusaur was a plant Pokemon, so its weakness was only obvious. Switching to a flamethrower, which he had picked up in an earlier level after fighting a tough lava Pokemon called Magmar, Sylar readied it and carefully moved behind Venusaur. The big Pokemon was moving slowly, but its footsteps were heavy, meaning Sylar could quietly ready himself to attack it before Venusaur could work out what was going on.

He moved into the best position, just in the right range to set fire to it...

"Joeelll!" came the familiar voice of his mother. Joel hit the Escape key to pause the game and ran downstairs.

"Yeah?" he asked, slightly frustrated that his mother had stopped him at such a crucial time.

His mother was a kind lady who had kept her figure even after twenty years of marriage to Joel's father, who was currently at work in the mines at Mount Moon. The fourty-something year old pushed some of her long brown hair out of her green eyes, which Joel had inherited from her.

"I need you to go to Viridian City and pick me up some repellant," she requested. "They've been getting into my garden again."

Joel noted she said that with such bitterness, but he could see why. All other Pokemon had been relocated off the continent, but a few bug Pokemon, such as Caterpie and Wurmple, were still getting into gardens around homes.

"But why do I have to go to Viridian to get it?" he complained. "Isn't there some at Pewter City?"

His mother chose not to scold him for his whining. It was only fair. Viridian City was some six kilometres away. And two of those were spent wandering in the dark forest.

"Tell ya what," she said reaching into her purse to get some money. Joel noted she pulled out a green note, equal to one hundred dollars, and a yellow note, equal to fifty. "If you get some repellant from Viridian City, I will let you keep the change."

Joel instantly knew that the change would be either one of these notes. After all, it was only repellant. Even the fifty would be more than enough to cover his troubles.

"Alright," he said, trying to sound more relucant than he was. He ran upstairs and checked the clock. 11 AM. He needed to leave soon if he'd be back by nightfall.

He grabbed some socks, which were decorated with patterns of little computer monitors, and his white joggers. Picking up a holster, he slid his silver PDA phone, no bigger than his own hand into it, which he then attached to the belt holding up his blue jeans.

Joel put on a jacket and bustled down the stairs as he pulled on his cap. He said goodbye to his mother and ran out the door.

Leaving town was no event in itself. He ran into a few friends who asked if he wanted to go see the new S.M. Spine movie, The Kabutops Killer, to which Joel declined, explaining that he had to run an errand for his mother.

His friends left him, laughing at mummy's boy. But it didn't bother Joel. After all, a trip to Viridian City and back to earn himself some cash was only a simple task that would earn him plenty of money.

Right?

[Demosthenes]

Brilliant.
If the Pokemon world was really like this, fans wouldn't want to hide their love of it.

[Sarah]

Ooh the plot thickens.
This is cool. Write more!
My comments are so useful. xD