Nothing but Trouble
By MegamanZero
Prologue

Disclaimer: Once again I tried buying Pokemon from Creatures and Gamefreak but
GUESS WHAT!? They still don't take Monopoly money. I wonder why.

Jamie: 15(at this time)     Misty: 14

<Jamie's POV>

Hey there, good readers. This is Jamie Mason from "Ash's Gift". Now, as you've realized, this is a sort of prequel to "Ash's Gift". In this little, no, big fic you will learn about my disturbing past. But don't worry, it's not all screams and shouts and tears, I'll still throw in a few of my little "Jamie-isms" for ya.

Now, as you know, I'm not exactly your average teenager. Shoot, I'm not even human for that matter. No, I'm not some 16-eyed blob of jelly. Or maybe I am ... HAH!! Got ya!! Seriously, what I am may shock you, as it did in "Ash's Gift". I'm what is called a Lekarian. What the heck's a Lekarian, you ask? Well settle down, I'm gonna tell ya.

First off, we're a very warlike race. We look kinda like humans, only we have red eyes and are physically superior to them. When I say physically superior, I mean that we're so strong that even I could out-lift Mr. Universe any day. Hell, that's why we call ourselves "Superiors", which is only a cover-up for our true origins.

Some of our behavior traits include a competitive spirit and have a taste for adventure, and stubborn courage; we never back down from a fight. Sometimes we can get violent though, as is our nature.

Our metabolisms are ... um ... slightly unusual. We like to eat A LOT. However, despite our strange appetites, we still remain physically fit: there's no such thing as a FAT Lekarian. There is such thing as a GLUTTONOUS Lekarian, heh heh heh.

There is, however, something horrifying about us that you should know right off the bat. Every time we get angry, I mean REALLY pissed off, we transform into super strong, muscular, and scary versions of ourselves. This WOULD be kinda cool, if we didn't totally lose control and start viciously smashing, ripping, and mauling the nearest form of life, which is exactly what we do. It will wear off after about half an hour, but it leaves a red glow in our eyes that won't go away for more than a month. This transformation is called The Rage, and is still being studied by both Lekarian and some human scientists alike.

We Lekarians have really incredible Psionic potential. So potent, that it's not uncommon to see small objects float and breakable things, like glass, to crack and break every time we get a little irritated. We also have the ability to unconsciously channel that Psionic energy through our Pokemon, which makes them even stronger than most.

Now you're probably wondering how the heck we got here on this little mud ball of a planet anyway. Well here's how the story goes. As I told you before, we are a very warlike race, and we love to fight. My race is not of this world. In short, I'm an alien.

We loved to conquer, pillage, and destroy. One day we messed with the WRONG species, called the Gnrak. Even though we were physically superior to them, well, their technology proved way too much for us. They destroyed our planet, our soldiers, and our entire fleet. In a way, we kind of deserved it.

Torn, crippled, and bloody, a few hundred survivors made their way through the cosmos in a single medical ship. After decades of ceaseless wandering, we came upon the little blue planet Earth sometime in the year 1900. We praised our luck for finding a planet with inhabitants that looked similar to us, so we could walk around fairly unnoticed.

Now, you would think that after losing your planet, your home, your people, and your pride that you would learn your lesson and stop being genocidal maniacs! WRONG! Immediately after crash landing on Earth, we thought of conquering it and it's inhabitants. Just one problem: we were hopelessly outnumbered!

All that we had of Lekarian technology was the ship that we traveled in, a few weapons, and some supplies. But that wouldn't be enough. We soon devised a plan to keep Earth on it's toes, a distraction to keep them busy. And that distraction is none other than Team Rocket.

Terrorism, who needs it? We did. We needed an organization to keep the world's hands tied while we multiplied and gathered our forces to take over the world. We soon enlisted the help of unsuspecting humans as well.

But about seventy years later, one Lekarian didn't want all that. He didn't want to conquer Earth. He soon escaped and created his own "counter-organization", if you will, to keep Team Rocket at bay. He took the human name, Giovanni Ketchum, and created Silph Co. And contrary to the popular belief, he DIDN'T create Team Rocket.

Now this Giovanni was no dummy. He convinced a few other Lekarians to join him in his newfound Corperation. Soon he employed the services of several thousand humans and created what Silph Co. is today. Under the guise of the very respectable technology company responsible for the Pokeball, Silph Co. waged its silent war against Team Rocket.

As it turns out Silph Co. was steadily becoming more powerful than Team Rocket ever imagined. For a number of years Silph Co. had Team Rocket by the balls, simply because, although mostly human, they were trained much better than the feeble Team Rocket. But Team Rocket had another plan.

Team Rocket decided to create another smaller, elite force accepting only the greatest of the Lekarian warriors and Pokemon trainers. They called this organization The Cause. They trained and raised the members of The Cause to become efficient, cold, calculating killers to counter the mighty Silph Co. For the longest time they terrorized Silph to the point where it looked like the Lekarians would win, and that Earth would be theirs.

Then Team Rocket decided to make their ace in the hole. To create the Ultimate Lekarian through vast genetic manipulation and implant it's embryo into a human woman. Little did they know that the embryo would split into twins, but that's a different story. If you're wondering what I mean, read Ash's Gift before you read this for crying out loud!!!

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Now you're probably all scratching your heads, wondering what the hell all this has to do with me and how I got into this predicament. It's long and grueling, but I think that I can manage to tell you. However, not in this little chapter. To tell my story in its entirity would take up whole freaking volumes, but to spare you a lot of time I will break it down to about six months before my fateful encounter with Ash. So sit back, relax, and enjoy this story. The story about a boy with a dark past, and MAD SKILLS! That boy would be me. I hope you're wearing comfortable pants, cuz you're gonna be at your chair for a while.

A/N: I hope you like Jamie as much as I do!!!!! I love prequels! Keep the reviews short and concise. Flames will be used to burn people who send them.