Hello, this is James.  I just want to say that I hope you like the fic.
All rights reserved by other people are still reserved.  No animals were harmed in the creation of this fiction.
My James isn't their James.  And other PokeBattlers will show up (some under different names).
                                         -James
 

    "But, Officer Jenny.  How could someone turn out so bad?" the trainer asked.
    "I don't know, I just don't know." Jenny replies, shaking her head.

    It all started at Christmas time, a month after his fourteenth birthday.
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    The family were all sitting around the Christmas Tree, wearing sweaters from Aunt Anna and drinking nog.
    "You failed you pokemon liscense exam again?" Anna asked acusingly.
    "Yup.  That test is rigged.  Only those brainy people obsessed with pokemon can pass the test." James pouted.
    "Well, then we've got an extra special suprise for you." his mother said, grinning.
    Ooooo... James thought Maybe its a Charmander, or a Pikachu, even a Weedle would be OK after this wait.
    "Well," Mom handed him a Pokeball wrapped in festive paper.  "Open it"
    Maybe a its a Bellsprout, I hate Bellsprouts.  The only thing worse than a Bellsprout is a...
    "Koff-ing" the pokemon emerging finished his sentence.  A lumpy purple orb smelling vaguely of rotten egg hovered in the middle of the living room.
    "Oh... thanks mom... I'm speechless." James muttered, failing to conceal his dissapointment.
    "I knew you'd like it.  Didn't I say he'd like it, Anna?" Mom looked tremendously pleased with her self.

    After the celebrations ended, James took Koffing, a new Maroon sweater, and five years worth of Pokemon Digest up to his room.
    He returned Koffing to his Pokeball.  "Well fine then" he said to himself.  "If I can't get a decent pokemon normally, I'm just going to have to steal one."
    James started filling his backpack with odds and ends.
    "Flashlight... Check.  Koffing... Check.   Lucky Bottlecap... Check.  Allowance... Check.   I'm ready to go."

    James snuck up to the main Oak Labs building, finding the back door unlocked.
    "What luck." he takes out the flashlight.  Then stops when he realizes there's light in the next room.
    James sneaks around the corner.
    "I wonder where these thieves could have gone too?" two seeming identical police officers confer with each other.
    "Wait.  What's this?  Hmmmm... the bearer of this card is a member of Team Rocket and should be a afforded all of the priviledges thereof.  Signed, Matthew Livingston.  Well, I'd say that wraps this case up."
    "Yeah, but what's Team Rocket?"
    "A gang of crooks and thieves, the worst of society.  Always swiping trainers pokemon."
    "Well, I'll go lock up."
    "Right."
    James suddenly realized he was a sitting duck.  "Fight or Flight?  Fight or Flight?" Little alarm bells rang in his head.
    One officer walks by him, then takes a step back.  "Why are you here at this hour, young man?"
    "Ummm... I was just wondering if the new Charmanders came in."
    "Well, I wouldn't know, but you should be at home in bed, its almost midnight."

    "Ummmm... OK, I guess.  HUAH!"  James leaps and grabs a pokeball off the shelves, then breaks into a sprint.
    "Arcanine GO!" the closer officer screams, revealing an enourmous hound blocking the front door.
    "Growlithe, GO!" a smaller puppy blocks the back.
    The pokeball at James' side cracks open.
    "KOFFFFING!" the room is filled with choking smoke.
    James barrels past the Growlithe, running into the night.  "Koff, Koff, Koff" Koffing following behind.

    A few hours later he finds himself deep in the forest.
    "Wow, Koffing, that was a rush!" he looks at Koffing, "Should we find out what we got?"
    "Koff Koff" the pokemon nods.
    "Pokeball, GO!" he flings the pokeball a short way off.
    "Weeeeedle!" the pokemon titters.
    "A WEEDLE!?!"