It had been many years since Green had stepped foot in Pallet Town, and now it was all different. Her home, gone. Her parents, moved. And two other Pallet Town residents got to have Pokémon from Professor Oak? No. She deserved one too.
It wasn't hard sneaking in at the dead of night. She found a Squirtle and felt an instant bond. But leaving wasn't going to be as simple as she thought.
There, waiting for her, was The Masked Man. So many years she waited to escape. All for nothing. To make things worse, in his hand was the head of Silver. The only person she considered a friend.
"Did you think you could escape me?!"
She fell to her knees. There was no point in running. He'd find her agian.
As he walked up to her, his hand became a claw. The same claw that stole her away when she was a child. In one simple motion, her throat was sliced open.
She smiled. It was all she could do. At least, this way, the suffering was over. She didn't have to be afraid anymore. She fell forward, the ground turning to water on contact.
Jolting upright, she found herself under the trees of Route 7. Her face soaked thanks to Wartortle's Water Gun. Worry clear on his adorable face.
"It's alright, Warty. I was just having a nightmare." She hugged him for comfort. Both his, and her own.
"Now, let's see what we've got." Rumaging through her bag, she had a headband with wings on, an arm guard, a black belt, and countless other useless items. Still, with the right attitude, she could easily turn a quick profit.
The only things that weren't useless was a disk containing information about a mysterious Pokémon, and a Pokéflute. Both of which she stole from Team Rocket. And anything they wanted, she wanted.
Returning Wartortle to his Poké Ball, she climbed an observation tower to scan for her next victim. She didn't have to wait long as she saw a guy with a Pikachu, standing next to a knocked out Primape. Strong, confident, and most likely a total sucker.
Only question was how to get him to by her trash?