Pokémon: The Fourth Trainer, Part 1
Set during the first movie, *Mewtwo Strikes Back*
Ryan sat in the Pokémon Center on Old Shore Warf, grateful to be out of the rain, if it could even be called that. It felt more like buckets were being poured on you it you went outside. It was quite a storm, all right, made all the more unusual by the fact that it had just appeared out of nowhere, tearing through the clear blue skies to drench anyone unfortunate enough to be outside and roughing up the waves of the ocean to seemingly impossible swells.
To Ryan, the rain was nothing. So, what: you got a little wet? Rain wasn't anything to worry about; the ocean waves were another story. Growing up in Vermilion City made you have a certain amount of both respect and fear for the ocean. Ryan had heard one too many stories of ships sunken at sea and sailors lost forever to just dismiss the power of the ocean.
But he also never dismissed his dreams. And his dream was to become the world's greatest Pokémon trainer. He was already pretty good, finishing the top four of the last Indigo League, which was probably why he had gotten the invitation to go to New Island. According to the girl who recorded the message, her "master" awaited him. And who was he to keep someone that could be called "master" waiting? As it turned out, he was just one of many trainers who got an invitation. He recognized some faces, people who had also made it far in the last Indigo League and even some friends from back home, but most he didn't have the slightest idea who they were. They were probably all new trainers on the rise; well, at least the two kids near him were. Their Raticate and Kingler seemed to be about to fight and the trainers couldn't seem to get them under control.
"Chill out, Raticate!" one exclaimed in a panicked sort of voice.
"Kingler! Save your energy, would ya?!" the other told his Pokémon in a more confident tone of voice.
Ryan shook his head at the pair, who were starting to draw attention to themselves.
"Can't wait to get to go to New Island!! This is gonna be so cool!" an extremely excited voice said from his immediate left. It had come from a trainer named Nate who had apparently seen Ryan on TV during the Indigo League and was his self-proclaimed biggest fan. Not that Ryan didn't enjoy the attention, but the kid was kind of obnoxious and so much of a rookie that he made Raticate and Kingler's trainers look like Pokémon Masters! Ryan couldn't help but wonder how a such a novice had managed to score an invitation.
"I don't think we're gonna get to New Island, kid," Ryan informed the kid rather regretfully as the PA system called Officer Jenny to the ferry entrance. "Have you seen the storm out there? It's pretty bad. I doubt that they'll still run the ferry, but even if they do I wouldn't get on it if you paid me."
The kid said something about it being just rain, but Ryan wasn't paying attention anymore; he was distracted by some other kid's Spearow who was squawking and flapping its wings from its perch on its trainer's arm. That brought back a lot of memories. His old Spearow was one of his favorite Pokémon and the first non-Water-type that he added to his team. With the capture of the Tiny Bird Pokémon, he expanded his team to include many different types. His Fearow's one of his most trusted partners.
Someone shouting something about the ferry being canceled caught his attention. Turning his head in that direction, he noticed a crowd had gathered around Officer Jenny and the harbor manager at the doors.
"Hey, let's go check out what's going on over there," he suggested to his young fan, who agreed without hesitation.
As they approached, trainers were shouting out complaints to the two women at the front. Nate was quick to join in with the dissenters, calling out, "It's only a little rain!"
Apparently, Officer Jenny heard his shout because she insisted, "It's more than just rain. The harbor manager thinks this could be the worst storm ever." As usual, Jenny's commanding voice got everyone's attention and the crowd shifted its attention to the blue-haired harbor manager.
"Listen to me," she began in a strange accent, "the prophets have predicted the return of the winds of water. For years I have prayed . . . that mankind would never relive . . . that deadly storm ever again."
"Isn't that just a legend?" Officer Jenny asked, her commanding tone slipping in favor of a shocked one.
"The ancient writings tell of the storm wiping out all but a few Pokémon. In their sorrow the water of their tears somehow restored the lives lost in the storm. But there are no Pokémon tears today just waters, which no one can survive," the harbor manager finished reciting the old legend. Ryan found that he had to agree with her wisdom. He couldn't take his eyes off of her face, which held only great sorrow and concern, during the whole speech. He didn't break his gaze until some kid with a Pikachu on his head pushed to the front of the crowd and blocked his view.
"And that's why your ferry to New Island's been cancelled," Officer Jenny concluded with finality, trying to overcome her momentary lapse of control.
"Well, I'm going to New Island, anyway!" a trainer in a blue shirt countered confidently. "All my Pokémon are Water-type; we'll just swim over to that place!"
"I warn you! The waves will be savage; you will never make it!" the harbor manager insisted.
"And besides, if you tried that stunt and you Pokémon got hurt you'd be out of luck because we had to close down the Pokémon Center!" Officer Jenny interjected.
The trainer in blue paused at that statement, giving the boy with the Pikachu on his head the chance to step up and ask, "How come?"
"Because the nurse in charge of the Center disappeared last month. And if any of you see her please contact me at once. That's a picture of her over there on the wall." Officer Jenny indicated said picture and the crowd began to dissipate. Most people went back to reclaim their spots, but some trainers had other ideas.
The Water Pokémon trainer headed outside, followed by a girl in a purple shirt and tan pants and a boy in an orange jumpsuit. Ryan had a feeling he knew what they were going to do. He ignored Nate's protests and the stares from the Pikachu trainer and headed outside after them.
The boy in the orange reached the end of Old Shore Warf first. He called his Pidgeot out of its PokéBall, jumped on its back and took off. Not such a bad idea, Ryan thought, reaching for his Fearow's PokéBall. He didn't have any of his Water-type Pokémon on him, but even if he did he chose flying. As Fearow formed next to him on the Warf, the trainer in blue threw a PokéBall at the water. The bright white light revealed a Gyarados, a study choice considering the rough waters. As the Atrocious Pokémon made its way back to its trainer, Ryan hopped on his trusty Fearow's back and they took off into the storm.
He could just hear Officer Jenny ordering them to stop. He didn't care that she threatened to arrest him; he wasn't going to let that get in the way of his dreams. In order to become the best trainer, he needed to challenge himself, go after the things he wanted. And, right now, he wanted to get to New Island.
Little did he know that he would never make it . . .