This is the story of the fall of the old Council, and the rise of the Elite 4...

Darkstrike's Revenge: Chapter I

The man was running...he didn't know where... he didn't even know who from. He ran out of Blackthorn city and into the route, through tall grass. There were no trainers anywhere, as it was near midnight. If only he could make it to the ice cave.. Behind him, a shadowy pokemon ran after him. The man ran out of breath and dropped to his knees, his black hair falling over his eyes.
He turned to face the pokemon, and saw an Umbreon run full pelt at him, it's red eyes glaring at him.
The man panted and slowly drew back the strands of black hair in his eyes. A shadowy figure emerged from the fog behind the pokemon. he was covered in a pitch-black cloak, a hood covering his eyes. The skin on his arms was pale white, and he held a whip in his left hand.
The man looked at the figure, with quiet desperation.why are you hunting me? As if he had heard him, the shadowy figure said"Because of what you have done. Because of what you have created". His voice was croaky and rough, as if he had not talked for ages. "I have heard the prophecy, and you will not bring forth my downfall"
what is he talking about? thought the man, his forehead covered with beads of sweat."Enough" said the figure,"Midnight, kill him"
The man looked at the Umbreon and saw that it was crying. It didn't want to do this. The umbreon hesitated.
"Do it!" screamed the figure, and whipped the Umbreon hard.
The man saw the umbreon gather a ball of blackness, as tears fell down it's face. He saw the ball being flung at him, then all was darkness.

It was midnight, in the middle of a deserted route. Nobody heard the sound of a body fall to the floor, a drip of an umbreon's tear, and the flap of powerful wings, then silence...

This is the story of the fall of the old Council, and the rise of the Elite 4...

Darkstrike's Revenge: Chapter II

Ben woke up. He gasped for breath as he tried to recall the dream he had had. There had been a dark sky and a crying umbreon. Ben looked up, and around his room. There were a couple of posters of bands and a sofa, but apart from that, nothing. Ben got up, and went downstairs into the kitchen. His Mother was looking through some papers, and turned to face Ben when he came in.
"Oh Ben your'e up!, I have great news!"
"What is it?" asked Ben sleepily.
"I've got a new job!" squealed his mum happily, "It's a bursary job in the Museum of Pewter City"
"But.. isn't that in Kanto?" asked Ben.
"Well.. yes. I'm sorry."
"I can't leave Johto! this is my home!"
" I know Ben, and I thought that the idea of leaving your frinds behind was one you would not like."
what friends? thought Ben, I have none here
"So I persuaded Professor Elm to give you a Pokemon!"
From behind her, Ben's mother took a black pokemon with steel horns on it's head and an orange body.
" Here you go! it's a Houndour!"
Ben was lost for words. His own Pokemon, a friend for him to share his secrets, his dreams.
"Thanks, Mum, its the best thing you could have ever given me!"

Ben cared for his houndour greatly, and spent a month travelling in the routes surrounding his house in Azalea town, before the day came when he and his mother moved to Kanto, to Pewter City...

odd idea

forgot to say i liked it

good story! mysterious figures.. I'm waiting for the next chapter!

This is the story of the fall of the old Council, and the rise of the Elite 4...

Ben jumped out of the van, and looked around the town. His houndour crept behind him. Ben's mother turned to him and said"I've got to go to the museum. Have a look around, ok?"
"sure"
Alone at last thought Ben. He wandered through the town, looking at the various people doing their business.they all seem sad thought Ben, and there are no pokemon

Ben turned into a sidestreet, and a man in rags came up to him.
"Ben Darkstrike"He croaked
"how do you know my name?"
"It doesn't matter. For the council's sakes put the pokemon away!"
Ben's houndour growled quietly at this proposal.
"Why?"
The man stared at Ben for a second, with a look of pure fright, then ran to the back of the alley, into the shadows.
Ben and Houndour slowly turned around.
At the end of the alleyway, stood a tall man wearing a black uniform with a red armband. His left hand held a whip, his right, an ultra ball.

"Is that Pokemon registered with the council?" said the man in uniform
"Registered? what are you talking about?" said Ben, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his voice.
"all pokemon must be registered by the council, by paragraph four of the Pokemon act. All pokemon which are owned by a civilian must be confiscated"
Ben's houndour let out a growl. A slight smile curled around the man's face.
"So... I think your houndour wants to fight. I will be happy to oblige. Go! Shrifty!
The large brown pokemon exploded from the ultra ball, and faced off against Ben's houndour.
"houndour! use ember!" ben shouted. The houndour spilled bright orange flames at shrifty, but it dodged them all.
"Shrifty, use faint attack!" The shrifty ran forward to punch the houndour, but at the last second changed the course of the punch, catching it on it's face. The houndour roared, then fell down, weakened, but not fainted.
The shrifty stood ready to make the final attack, when the man threw a pokeball, right at Ben's houndour.

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"Boss! use Megahorn!"
Out of nowhere, a Heracross flew through the air and thrust it's horn into the back of the shrifty. It gave a slow moan, then fell to the floor.

The pokeball landed square on houndour's head and, through the yell of Ben, scooped it up. The man in uniform picked up the ball.
"I've got what I wanted, see ya later loser." and ran out into the sunshine.
Ben dropped to his knees. Tears came to his eyes as he saw the man run off with his friend. His only friend.

"Come back heracross" said a voice. out of the shadows came a boy of about 17. He had blonde straggly hair and wore a t-shirt and jeans.
"who are you?" asked Ben.
"I'm Tom." said the boy. " how come that guy made off with your pokemon?"
"I don't know", said Ben, Aware that he still had tears on his face.
" it's this stupid council, that's the problem." said Tom. "five years ago the champion of the elite four disappeared, and the council came to power in Kanto. They banned all pokemon apart from their own, and confiscated all those that belong to trainers."
"How come you have a pokemon then? asked Ben
" Because I lived in Hoenn." replied Tom. "I came over here, and I brought my Pokemon. I guess the council's army hasn't found me yet."
"Now I have no pokemon" sighed Ben dejectedly." And I'll never catch that guy."
"Yeah we will" said Tom, " coz i put a tracker on your houndour just before it got snagged!" Tom drew out an ultra ball and released a dragonite. "I'm going to get you your pokemon back. Are you with me?" Tom asked. He held out his hand. Ben took it.
" I'm with you"
Tom jumped on his dragonite. " there's space for two Ben, lets go!"

Ben and Tom flew through the air on Tom's Dragonite. Looking down, Ben could see the Pewter museum, the pokecenter, and the massive council building which dominated Pewter's skyline. Tom looked at a mechanic device on his arm.
"Looks like we're getting closer"
Ben looked down to city level. They were on the outskirts of Pewter city now. There was something happening on the street. A large cloud of dust was forming.
"Tom! Something's happening down there!"
"There's not enough time, we're nearly there!"
"No! We've got to find out what's happening!"
An expression of slight annoyance drifted across Tom's face.
"OK" He said and steered his Dragonite into a nose dive. Ben's face changed to one of shock, as they got nearer and nearer to the ground. At the last second, the Dragonite pulled up and landed. Ben and Tom jumped off Dragonite, and Tom called him into his pokeball.
The scene which met their eyes sent a spasm of shock across both their faces'.

wow! I love cliffhangers! Nice story too, some minor errors and a little sloppy, but still good, look over a few times to find your mistakes