Hey everybody. I'm Gengar's Grin, a new fanfic author (can you be a "new" author if you've been on the site for 7 months but not published a story?), and I'm presenting you with my first story: Pokemon Adventures: Renegade.

I suppose some explanations about the story are in order. Firstly, as the title suggests, this story is based on the manga Pokemon Special/Adventures. Secondly, this story came to me when I was playing my favorite game: Jak 2 (what, his favorite game isn't Pokemon? No, it's not). Basically, I threw the characters of Pokemon Adventures into Jak 2's epic storyline. Only with plot twists and other fun stuff I threw in to make the story more be fun right?

One warning: if you've ever played Jak 2 before and recognize which characters in the story fit their counterpart's roles in the game, please do not say SPOILER ALERT EVERYBODY! and reveal all the things that happen to the game in reviews or something, for two reason. Firstly, it may ruin the reading experience for somebody else. Secondly, you might not even be right; I am going to change some things.

Long story short, no major Jak 2 spoilers.

On that note, let's begin.

Chapter 1: On The Run

Five years ago, the Kanto region had been a happy and prosperous nation.

The Indigo Plateau Pokemon League had just been established, although it had no formal champion. The eight Kanto Pokemon Gyms stood proud and tall, charged with a powerful vitality. The Pokemon Centers and Pokemarts were always bustling with customers. Even the schemes of Team Rocket had faded into the background. Although they were still at large, most people had started thinking of them as a natural part of the region, something that would never truly go away, like Pokemon and Pokemon Trainers.

It was a stormy night in Viridian City. The rain lashed down, the wind howled, lightning flared, and thunder grumbled. With such a stereotypical storm, it was obvious something big would happen tonight.

There was one building that was set slightly apart from the rest of the city. It was a beautiful building, large and grand, once a source of great pride for the city. But now it was a blight for everyday, decent citizens despite its importance and beauty for what it symbolized. A large white sign was posted right in front of the building, its original message had been painted over, but was still barely readable: Viridian City Pokemon Gym. The new message said Southwest Team Rocket HQ.

On the inside, the large battlefield had been replaced with a lobby and had an elevator on the wall facing the door, a stairwell on the right wall, and a hallway on the left that had rooms where grunts could relax and sleep when they weren't on the job. However, since the Boss was in the building, all the grunts were busy working below under his critical eye.

What was below? Laboratories and grimy holding cells for Pokemon. There weren't many cells or Pokemon, mostly because there hadn't been a single successful experiment, so the Pokemon had to be replaced often. All the grunts were busy doing their jobs for once, and thus were unable to see a small yellow mouse escape its dank and filthy cell and run down the hallway towards the stairs. But the escapee didn't go unnoticed for long.

"Hey, what's tha- huh? Escape! Escape! A specimen's escaping!"

In response to a grunt's shout, alarms began to blare and red lights started to flash. The rodent winced. The alarms hurt his sensitive ears. Doors slammed open as men and women in black uniforms rushed into the hallway looking for the runaway.

"There it goes!" one shouted, pointing at the running yellow rodent. "It's heading for the stairs!" Grunts moved in front of the stairwell door, blocking it off as they reached for the red and white spheres on their belts. Their fingers never touched the balls. The rodent, seeing the motion and knowing he wouldn't stand a chance once the spheres had opened, put on even more speed. He shot through shocked grunts, knocking them over like bowling pins, leaving a white trail that dissipated after a second.

The grunts weren't the only obstacle the mouse had to face. The stairwell was guarded by a far worthier foe than any grunt: a door. But no ordinary door. A door made of super strong steel and able to withstand all but the most powerful blows and extreme temperatures. A truly worthy adversary.

The mouse calculated that at his current speed, he would smash into the door and injure himself, leaving the grunts able to recapture him at their leisure. At best, the collision would kill him, leaving him unable to be experimented on anymore.

But the mouse had no plans to die- not here, not now, and nowhere near these Rocket scumbags. He just had to do something else. As he sprinted along, still sustaining his Quick Attack, he concentrated on another part of his body. At the last possible second, he jumped and slammed his now-iron-hard tail into the fearsome door.

If that had been a normal Iron Tail attack, the door was strong enough that the Iron Tail might have dented it a little. But this mouse, although weakened by malnutrition and brutal treatment, was filled with adrenaline, experimented on to be stronger and faster than most of his species, and was still in the middle of a Quick Attack. He didn't break through the door. The door and its hinges managed to hold, barely.

The door frame, on the other hand, was no match for the power of the mouse's strike. The frame, door, and hinges were shot out of the are where the doorway used to be with so much force, it flew across the hallway and slammed into the other side of the stairwell. The mouse didn't stop and ran up the stairs as fast as his now-Quick Attack-less body could.

The grunts in the hallway the mouse had just escaped from were in chaos, some scrambling desperately after the mouse, others trying to pick themselves off the ground to avoid getting trampled by their compatriots, while others stood in shock, gaping at the hole where the door used to be. "Quick!" one grunt shouted. "If it manages to get away, the Boss will kill us, and we'll lose our great health plan!"

"We don't have a health plan!" another grunt snarled at him, running after the mouse. The first grunt just stood there and blinked while his comrades scrambled towards the stairs.

"Everything I've been told is a lie..."

The mouse was beginning to get tired, but he refused to stop. Stopping would mean getting caught, and getting caught would mean more experiments. Or actually, since they now know their experiments worked, they'd probably detain him and study the effects of the experimentation, then proceed to try to produce the same results in other Pokemon.

Yeah, stopping was not an option.

Luckily for the mouse, he had been prisoner on the second basement floor of the building, meaning he had only two floors to climb before reaching the ground floor. Unluckily for the mouse, the floor between his original floor and his destination was full of grunts who ever now roused by the still-screeching siren (the mouse had a headache from how loud that stupid thing was) and the elevator was a lot faster than taking the stairs. The escapee had almost reached the first basement floor when one grunt, slightly smarter than the rest of his comrades, burst through the stairwell door, a Raticate at his side.

"Stop!" the grunt commanded as the Raticate bared its fangs menacingly. With the grunt taking up most of the space on the stairwell, his Raticate guarding the space between his legs, and more grunt reinforcements about to come through the door and from the floors below, it looked like the mouse was trapped.

But looks can be deceiving. The mouse burst into a much faster speed, running directly at the Raticate. The Mouse Pokemon grinned evily and prepared a Hyper Fang to subdue the escapee. However, just before the two Pokemon crashed into each other, the mouse disappeared, only to reappear running on the wall next the the startled grunt and his Raticate, the disappeared again, this time appearing behind them and continuing his run for the ground floor.

Barely able to shake away his shock at the way the specimen had evaded him with the Agility, the grunt shouted, "It's heading for the ground floor!" before being trampled by his fellow grunts.

The ground floor's door collapsed, another victim of the mouse's Iron Tail. The mouse raced through the doorway- and had to come to abrupt stop in the middle of the extravagant lobby.

Twelve grunts guarded the ground floor. They all had Pokemon on them- four Rattatas, three Zubat, three Ekans, and two Raticates. The elevator dinged and its doors slid soundlessly open, depositing ten more grunts, accompanied by a Beedrill, two Spearow, a Fearow, two Golbats, a Drowzee, and three Raticates. The mouse spun around to see grunts, around thirty, pour out of the stairwell. There were many flashes of red as they released their Pokemon from their spherical prison. The grunts and their Pokemon formed a half-circle around the escaped mouse, trapping him against the main door.

However, it was what was behind the mouse that was the worst threat. Thick sheets of metal covered the doors and windows, at least three inches thick and made of far stronger material than the doors the mouse had already broken down. These sheets, called Regisheets for their incredible strength and resilience, had been installed just in case a situation like this ever occurred- to stop escapees from escaping outside. This was the first time they had ever been used.

The mouse slowly turned around, facing his opponents. His enemies had circled him, and the only ways out were covered in thick sheets of metal. He was trapped.

Hardly anyone thought they were a credible threat.

So there's chapter 1. Unfortunately, the story won't start interacting with the game until around chapter 5, maybe 6; I haven't quite pinned that down yet. I had originally been planning on this chapter and the next to be one, but cut it in two.

Updates will probably be sporadic, unfortunately; senior year has been the busiest time of my life so far. At least cross country and marching band season is over.

Thanks for reading guys. Have a nice day.