Pokémon: Survival

[Random_Fan]

I had this Fanfic at FF.net, thought I'd might as well transfer it. Out of the four possible choices of my fics I could have transfered, I chose this one because it seems to be the popular one. I mean, my other one, Into the Minds has more reviews and stuff, but it seems more people have this one favorited and alerted than Into the Minds. >_>

Whatever; anyways, here it is. I'll up-date each chapter a day, but after chapter 10, I'll take awhile. That's where I've stopped. >_>;

BTW, it might not seem Pokemon related, but wait for chapter 2. Right now I can tell you're gonna think it's Star Fox related, well, because that's all this chapter is about; Star Fox. XD

EDIT: Ha, edited the entire chapter! Hope it's better. >_>

Chapter 1: The Game

In one of the deepest corners of space, a ship loomed against the darkness. Not far from that spacecraft was another also drifting in the aimless dark."Not far," meaning space-wise; in reality, both ships were about twenty miles away.

Both ship’s hatch doors at the back, containing space crafts within, opened, slowly moving wide enough for small ships to fly out. They were barely visible, and being from different mother ships, could easily be said as very different looking. Just by seeing such a sight, it’d be pretty obvious that there were to be a battle within the minutes.

“Alright,” called the commander of the mission, “everyone remember your place. We didn’t come out here to lose a battle to these hated ‘Hensular Team’. Remember that everyone’s counting on all of you!”

A skilled Arwing Pilot flew up and became level with the Commander. “Sir, your orders were clear that we attacked straight forward. However, the opposite team seems to be dispersing. Should we stick to the plan, or use ‘instinct’?” This pilot was known as General FoxFan3821; a shorter name being Fox, or FF. A different name that we’ll go with was simply Jerry.

Jerry had passed through all Elite Training in order to gain every ounce of respect he has gotten as a Cornerian General. Now he was about to do what almost all people did to lose it: fight a larger than normal Army, and most likely, die doing so.

“We got only one plan,” stated the feline Cornerian Commander; “if it should fail, then we’ll act on ‘instinct,’ got it?

“I understand.”

The Arwings began to line up, forming a ‘V’ shape while flying swiftly towards the enemy.

Jerry, a Fox Cornerian General, lowered his flight altitude to get under the Commander. Many followed his lead and formed another ‘V’ behind him.

“You better know what you’re doing,” said Andy, Jerry’s friend. Andy was the form of a dog; a white German Shepard. He was obviously an Arwing Pilot. He was also Jerry’s real world friend. But not there, not at that moment; at that moment, Andy was EvilDude21.

“I’m a General, E-D,” Jerry assured with a firm voice. “I know what I’m doing.”

There wasn’t enough time for more of a talk; the enemies were just seconds away, and coming fast.

“5…,” Jerry began, counting and estimating the time until they would clash. “4…3…2…1!”

Blasters were shot and missiles were let loose. Those small spacecrafts eventually got to a certain point where they were nose to nose, and inevitably, crashed into each other while others flew higher or lower to dodge the piling ships. The battle had begun.

Jerry made it through easily; Andy had a bit more trouble, being near the back. He had to dodge many of the floating debris left behind by the colliding spacecrafts.

Jerry made sharp turns as he maneuvered the Arwing around fired away at the nearest possible enemy. From a distance, you could only see small dots crossing the empty space and blowing up in fire particles.

“Andy, are you still alive?” called Jerry, hoping to contact his friend.

“Yeah I’m here,” he replied, “but my Arwing is banged up.” An explosion was heard to Jerry’s left and stronger in the receiver, and Andy replied with a shout of nasty words, then added, “Banged A LOT!”

Jerry smiled and shook his head. He felt vibrations go through the ship as he still searched for the enemy and past floating metals. “As long as you can still fight, stay in the batt—,” Jerry couldn’t finish his sentence. And enemy spacecraft broke in half right in front of hi, a large section left behind to be hit by Jerry’s craft.

Quickly, Jerry dodged with a Barrel Roll and gained back control.

“Are you alright?” asked Andy. Jerry disappeared behind a cloud of smoke, blocking him from Andy’s view of sight. He began searching the endless battle flight, flying into the cloud too.

Suddenly, Jerry flew straight up, right in front of Andy. Andy almost hit him, but the rear end of the Arwing was lucky enough to be just seconds away from a major Arwing crash sight.

“Jesus!” Andy yelled.

“I’m okay,” Jerry answered, gaining level again and flying out of the cloud, “keep fighting!” He began shooting at spacecrafts just ahead of him, forcing them to blow up in the strength of his blasters.

Red blaster shots soared through the empty void of a battle field. The battle was getting steep, and soon, there was no chance for the Cornerians to win. This was a sure Hensulars win.

“Commander, I think we should try something else,” Jerry said, contacting the Commander’s ship. He waited patiently for a reply while dodging blasters that were aimed towards him. He couldn’t shake the pilot off. Just that second, another Arwing crossed right in front of the enemy, and behind that Arwing, another enemy craft flew. Both enemy crafts crashed into each other, creating another explosion in space. Jerry winced at the rumble, but felt no pain from it. There was still no response from the Commander.

“Commander?” Jerry asked, trying to get his attention.

An arwing soared just seconds away from hitting Jerry. Jerry pulled back with a 180 back flip and passed the many floating metals of destroyed ships and fire.

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Jerry,” said Andy, “but the Commander fell in battle.” It was obvious the ship that had crossed Jerry’s sight had been Andy. Just a little scare for Jerry giving Andy the same small scare.

“What?” Jerry questioned. An enemy ship passed right by his side, but didn’t notice him. Jerry made a chase, following the craft and began shooting at it. He saw it flying towards his ship. It was most likely going to destroy his ship.

“Jerry, we have only two choices,” Andy said over the radio. “Either we fight an impossible battle and die, or retreat, and live.”

Jerry quickly answered with stubbornness hanging in his breath, “We can’t just let the win that easily; we’ve got to fight! We can beat them!”

“No need, boys,” said a female voice, intercepting their transmission. “I already boarded their ship.”

“You did?” Jerry and Andy said in unison.

“That’s right, and I’m gonna blow this ship to the ground! That’ll show them, ha.”

“But there isn’t a ground,” Andy pointed out the obvious. That was the way Andy was, sometimes he tried to hard to be funny it would fall all over, and sometimes he was a riot. This moment, he tried too hard.

“Shut up Andy,” Jerry said over the radio.

“I need all of you to fight and distract them while I plant a bomb,” said the female, ignoring what Andy had just stated.

Jerry was finally able to shoot down the flying craft and slowed down a bit, still very aware of his surroundings. He looked left and right, hoping not to find an enemy and at the same time hoping to find one.

“What about you?” Jerry asked, “Will you be able to get out alright?”

“Pshh, I’ve done more dangerous missions than this dump,” she stated over the radio. Then, she added to reassure Jerry, “Don’t worry; I’ll be fine.”

“You won’t be able to do anything by destroying the ship,” Andy said.

Actually, destroying the ship would very much cause a major damage to their enemy. Why would Andy deny that? That was the question running through the female’s mind, and she just had to ask. “Why not?”

There was silence for a moment, then, “Because I’m chasing their leader right now.”

It was at that moment that blasters passed right in front of Jerry’s windshield. In a flash, he saw two ships soar by over him in a chase. The ship being chased had the enemy sign, the General’s signature, and the ship chasing it had Andy’s symbol.

“I think I found you Andy,” said Jery.

“Take whoever that is down guys; I’ll take care of their ship,” the girl responded.

“Did you not just hear what I said?” Andy started again, “Nothing will happen if you destroy the ship!"

“Nothing to their ranks, but it’ll be awhile before they can attack again. Don’t you want the fame from Corneria? To be a part of the team that finally destroyed Hensular? Having this notion hang by your side, no matter where you went?”

Andy took a moment before answering with a short and stuttering, “Well, uh—you see—uh, I think—,”

“Of course we do,” Jerry cut in, answering for Andy. “Continue with your mission; Andy and I will chase the General.”

Jerry pulled the booster throttle back hard and was blown by the force of the speed given. There were so many things passing by his line of vision; so many destroyed things. Eventually, he caught up to Andy and the General.

Through the glass shield keeping the air within his craft, Jerry motioned with his hands at Andy how they were going to attack: the Double Alpha.

They flew to the sides of the ship and got ready to attack. They kept a steady pace and watched out for anything wrong; one mistake and their attack would have been futile. After final inspections in the air, they were ready to bring down the craft.

“GO!” Yelled Jerry. They closed in on the General’s craft real fast. The craft maneuvered out of the way, leaving the boys to nearly collide with each other. Before either Jerry or Andy could react, the General had already gone with a burst of speed.

“It’s no use; he’s just gonna keep going,” Andy said as he regained his altitude. “He’s not going to stop. What now?”

Jerry took a short pause, then answered, “We keep chasing him for as long as possible.”

“You’re so stupid,” Andy stated, but followed orders. The chase continued.

They got farther away from the real battlefield by just having the chase, but they knew they had to take this General out. They weren’t going to let him get away.

Jerry and Andy began shooting an array of shots towards the General, each missing. It was very frustrating. The pilot was very good at maneuvering and slipping by close range blaster shots. Jerry made a mental note to find out how to do that later. They were led near a planet that seemed to be half water, while the other half divided by volcanic lava and land.

Jerry got a lock on the General. Not wasting the chance, he shot. It wasn’t one of his blaster shots, this one was his big one; the missile. The missile brok away from the Arwing and set an awray of lights as it shot out and went for the General’s craft. The General was able to turn his craft sharply enough to where the missile just barely scratched against his craft.

Now I got you! Thought Jerry.

Just as it was passing right in front of the General’s craft, Jerry detonated the missile. It exploded right as it was about to go farther than an inch from the General’s craft.

Feeling he was losing control, the General sharply stopped his craft, leaving Jerry and Andy to pass by. He shot a missile at Jerry, but it was horrible aiming. There was nothing to guide the missile because of the fact that Jerry destroyed whatever would guide it. Instead, the missile turned somewhere else. To someone else.

“Whoa!” Andy exclaimed as the missile hit the back of his Arwing. His Arwing was made of special armor, but it didn’t stop the amount of damage he took. His Arwing lost all connection with the controls, and was left to drift for awhile. There was a gravitational pull from the planet next to him, and that was bringing his craft towards the planet.

“I’m coming Andy!” yelled Jerry. The General’s craft was stalled. Jerry calculated in his mind how long it would take to stop Andy from the fall and capture the General. He found that it was impossible to do both. He had to choose between the General’s capture, or his best bud. In the end, he chose to save Andy. Friends come first.

He aimed his Ariwng towards Andy’s, who was now being pulled at a much faster rate into the planet. He shot forward and was surprised at the force of gravity that pulled on him.

“No Jerry, forget about me,” Andy pleaded, “stop the General!”

“I’m not going to let you be de-ranked from your position. Not now, or ever.”

The atmosphere was near, and thus, fire encircled the Arwing. It was getting very hard to see through the windshield due to the fiery flames riding all over his craft.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the atmosphere past. Jerry could still see Andy’s Arwing flipping around like crazy as a stronger sense of gravity hit. Below, there was green grass and an open field, but Andy was going straight down. He was going down at an angle. Just about a mile away from the field was a large lava infested area. Andy’s Arwing’s diagonal fall was leading him towards the flaming lava infested area.

“Hold on!” Jerry exclaimed, knowing Andy couldn’t hear him. Without even thinking, Jerry put the boosters on full throttle again. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it was something to think of doing in just a matter of seconds.

Jerry crashed his Arwing to Andy’s left side, and pushed his controls down to fly his craft right down on top of Andy. The Arwing lost it’s direction, and instead of the diagonal fall, went straight down towards the field.

Inside Andy’s ship, everything came back to life. He could control his craft again! Quickly, he tried to stop his Arwing from stopping. It wasn’t any good; he was going to crash and there was nothing he could do about it.

He did several tries to pull the ship up, but it wouldn’t listen. It flew downward diagonally again, but not towards the lava. In just a few seconds, Andy’s craft hit the ground hard, but Andy wasn’t hurt. The Arwing slid on the ground, causing a bunch of dirt to fly all over the place as the craft made a new path. It stopped meters away, and the Arwing turned off again. Andy was okay.

The same thing couldn’t be said for Jerry, unfortunately. When he hit Andy, his craft lost all power, and became the new spiraling, flipping craft in the air, heading towards the lava.

Jerry tried and tried with all his might to pull the lever, and make the craft fly again, but it wasn’t that he wasn’t trying hard enough. It was that the Arwing was just completely out.

All he could do was stare out the windshield at the spinning world outside. Sometimes he would see the ground, and sometimes he would see the sky. He could never see them both at the same time.

Jerry gulped, and sighed. This was it. He began the countdown.

5…4…3…2…1…

The craft hit hard on the ground and slid on, surprisingly, grass first, crashing into everything; trees, large rocks, etc… the craft was flipping like crazy, turning over on the ground like a pick-up truck would if thrown sideways off a very steep hill. Except, this was a straight surface, and Jerry was moving a lot faster.

The craft kept flipping. Soon, the windshield broke away, glass and a strong force of wind hitting his face, but Jerry felt no pain. When would the lava hit?

With one glance, Jerry was able to make out what was ahead of him by connecting the images of the spiraling world. It was a large rock.

In a split second, the Arwing crashed right into the rock. It stopped right there with a very powerful force. Two seconds later, the entire Arwing erupted in flames, and exploded, throwing large amounts of metal all over the place. Jerry was nowhere in sight; most likely blown up with the pile.

And just beyond that rock pile, the large area of lava flowed right along, the Arwing never being touched by it.



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The place was huge. People walked around all over the place, chatting and holding many ID cards for several different software games. High above, in the ceiling that had to be at least a football field high above, many people were falling, and slowing down, eventually landing safely on the ground with the rest of the people.

Jerry broke through the top, in Fox form and suited up in a burned up Cornerian outfit. He descended down, and on the way, rays of light hit him. The light hit all over his body, and began to change his shape. He was slowly losing all his fur, his big fox ears were retracting back into his skull, being replaced by human ears. His face was changing to that of a human. His suit turned a light color, then turned to that of the normal blue suit always worn in the playing stadium, which was that large area he was currently falling into. Finally, his tail retracted into his body.

He landed on his knees on the ground level softly. No one paid any attention to him; it was very common for people to land falling from the ceiling. Heck, there was a bunch of people falling from the ceiling anyways.

Jerry was fully human. Slowly, he stood up, and found a floating computer monitor right in front of him. It stated in bold letters:

StarFox Galaxies: Game Over.

[Random_Fan]

Aw, I guess it's only popular at FF.net. >_< Nontheless, I'm still going to put up all chapters day by day. >_>

Chapter 2: The Real Pokémon Battle

Irene waited for her two friends sitting on a bench of a Pokémon Stadium. The room was beginning to get crowded. She already had her ticket ready; she was just waiting for her friends to finally arrive at the Kinus Region’s National Pokémon Stadium.

She looked at the small TV hanging from one of the stadium room’s entrances and saw the place getting even more crowded with kids and few, very few, adults.

That’s what happens when you play a kid’s game, thought Irene. She was a twelve year old girl waiting for her two older friends that were both fourteen. This is unbelievable how late they are, and they say I’m not responsible, hmmp.

Finally, as the room got less crowded, two boys ran into the room, one wearing the Kinus Region outfit and the other wearing the Johto Region outfit.

The Kinus Region outfit was basically a black T-shirt with yellow stripes going down from the both shoulders to the waistline. The sleeves were long, but short at the same time making it look like a long-short-sleeve. The sleeves ended on the elbow with a black pad and a round yellow spot in the center of it.

The pants were black with a yellow stripes going down it from the sides and a yellow belt carrying all the Pokéballs. On the kneecap was the same pad that was rested on the end of the sleeves, with the same yellow spot. Finally, the shoes were white with one yellow stripe going around the shoe and ending in the back with a Pokéball marking and black soles.

Irene’s outfit was slightly different as she too was wearing the Kinus Region outfit. Hers had a black woolen shirt with the same yellow stripes going down from the shoulder to the waist. Her sleeves were not like her friend’s, they were long instead. She had the same pad on her elbow.

Her pants were yellow instead of black and had black stripes going down from the sides with a black belt. Her shoes were yellow with a white stripe going with the same marking as her friend’s and her soles were also black.

“Glad to see you guys finally made it,” said Irene sarcastically, “now let’s not keep Brett waiting.”

Brett was Irene’sbrother and was participating in the tournament she was about to see.

“Sorry, I had to wait for Andy to call the reinforcements to get a General,” said the boy wearing the Kinus Region outfit.

“You know,” said the one called Andy, “you could’ve taken him down yourself, Jerry, I was fine.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in blowing up a General than crash landing?”

“Guys,” said Irene, “Brett?”

“Oh yeah,” said Andy, “about him, I read in the entrance that he was fighting Dirt Feeder, you know how strong of a ground type he is? Plus, he’s eighteen; your brother’s only ten.”

“I know, but wouldn’t you like to see the stuffing kicked out of him?”

Andy seemed to think about it. “Actually, yeah.”

“Good, then let’s go.” Irene started to walk away, but Jerry stopped her.

“Did you forget about what I told you to keep?”

“Oh yeah,” said Irene. She walked over to the bench and got a bag from underneath it. It was a black bag with yellow stripes going down on the sides. “Here,” she said and tossed the bag to Jerry.

Irene got a yellow bag with black stripes going down the sides from the same bench. “Almost forgot mine, too.”

Jerry got two tickets out of the bag and gave one to Andy. He then swung the nag over his shoulder and started to walk into the stadium that was already crowded by now. There was a man taking the tickets, or you would mostly call it an artificial intelligence. The trio showed the tickets and was let pass the gates and walked to their own seating.

“This better be quick,” said Andy, “my mom’s already mad that I spend more time in here than with school.”

The lights shut off and a spotlight came on in the center arena. It was a Pokémon Battle stage, but there was no place for the trainers.

A blue digital wall fell from the ceiling making a perfect fifty yard rectangle with the width of twenty. In the center of the stage, where the large Pokéball imprint was, two Pokémon appeared. It was a Scyther and a Sandshrew.

“Oh yeah,” said Andy sarcastically, “Brett doesn’t stand a chance.”

“I wouldn’t be saying that if I were you,” said Jerry. “Even though it does seem that Brett could win this battle, we’re talking about the ground type champion here. Dirt must have some kind of a plan up his sleeves.”

“Dude, he doesn’t even have any sleeves!” Andy laughed at his own little joke.

“Well,” said Irene, “let’s see if my brother was right about him being stronger by putting him to the test with a champion.” Irene laughed like Andy. “That twerp is so dead.”

It was just like them to give negative thoughts about each other.

Brett, the Scyther got ready for the battle as DirtFeeder3 crossed his short claws waiting for the battle to begin.

An artificial intelligence of a referee came up to them with a smile on its face.

“The battle will begin with the terrain picked by the winner of this coin toss,” said the ref as he took out a coin. He threw it into the air. “Call it Dirt Feeder 3.”

“Heads!” said Dirt. The coin landed on tails.

“Wielder-of-the-Sword, choose your terrain.”

“Muddy grasslands,” said Brett. He wasn’t taking big of a risk, but it was going to be a little hard for him.

The arena grew grass and morning dew glinted in the light of the stadium. The grass got sticky and brown spots were visible. By an invisible force, Brett and Dirt were pulled away from each other and stood at the very end of the battle ground, staring each other down.

“Before we begin,” said the ref, “let’s show some background history of these two fighters.”

A digital wall formed with a deep dark blue color and showed images on the sides, first of Brett and then of DirtFeeder3. Eventually, it stopped the flow and showed Dirt’s history first.

“Dirt Feeder 3 is a dedicated user that has been here since the Hoenn and Johto remakes. He joined the game four years ago as a Diglett and climbed up the ranks to higher statuses. Dirt Feeder 3 has spent his past times training and just recently won the title ‘Ground Champion’ two months ago when he won as a Marowak. Now, Dirt Feeder 3 is planning on winning the same title by winning this tornament with his new status as a Sandshrew which he has been working on for a month now.”

Brett gulped. He suddenly realized that he had been paired with a champion player that had been there longer than him, even before Tame and Wild version came out.

The screen moved away from the pictures and videos of Dirt and showed more pictures of Brett.

“Wielder-of-the-Sword is an unbelievable player. He’s been here for only three months and he already won his round of tournaments. He started here as a Scyther and stayed a Scyther to master every detailed skill. With all of the training done, Wielder-of-the-Sword plans to win this tournament and head on to another tournament which he hopes can make him a champion.”

The crowd cheered for no apparent reason, probably because they had nothing else to do. Brett quickly scanned the crowd looking for his sister, but only found kids watching both him and Dirt.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, Irene just stared at her brother. Jerry looked at Irene in a way showing he was attracted, and Andy was almost asleep.

“So,” said Jerry, “’Think he has a chance?”

“Not in his lifetime,” said Irene.

“Twenty bucks says that this ends in less than two minutes.”

“There isn’t a way you can transfer money from one state to the other from online.”

“Well then I’ll give you twenty Pokédollars.”

A countdown started for the fight to begin. Irene shook her head, but kept her eyes on the fight. “Nah, I’m not a gambler.”

“Suit yourself.” Jerry turned around and smacked Andy awake.

“Huh?” he said startled.

“Watch the game.”

The countdown continued with the crowd following. “Five—four—three—“

Brett kept his distance on his side of the field and Dirt waited in the position of being in a track race, about to run into the field. One eye was on Dirt, and the other was on the ref, waiting to see the correct time he should start running at him.

“Two—“

This was it. Brett too got in a running position to get at Dirt.

“ONE!”

The two players received the signal, and ran at each other. Brett was swifter than Dirt due to the mud. Seeing this, Dirt made a dodging action just three feet away from Brett.

Brett jumped and made sure mud flew with him. The spray of brown particles swam around in the air, and with his blades, Brett landed slashing the ground making a wall of mud fly over Dirt.

Keeping Dirt confused with the wall, Brett aimed his scythes in the direction of him and shot forward not giving him a chance to step back.

The mud fell over, but there was no Sandshrew. Brett stopped puzzled for a moment taking in the surrounding area. There was no sign of Dirt. At least for awhile, because at that very second hidden under the mud and grass behind Brett, was Dirt, ready to slash.

Dirt jumped on Brett’s back forcing the Scyther to stumble to the ground face first, and also sticking his short clawed fingers into Brett’s eyes. It wasn’t the normal Sand Attack, but it was affective.

Dirt jumped off of him. Brett felt no pain; after all, it wasn’t real. But even though no sting circulated through his eyes, Brett’s vision had weakened.

Brett turned around to see if he could find Dirt. There was a slight blur, but he could still make out some of the hard black outlines. The crowd cheered blocking any sound coming from Dirt putting him at a disadvantage.

Unknowingly to Brett, Dirt lay on the soft squishy mud, watching his every move. He waited until Brett stood right before him, and then sprung into action.

Dirt pushed himself off the sticky mud which refused to let him attack from underground and pushed under Brett and using his back leg to kick him onto the ground again. Dirt jumped into the air and was ready to slash at Brett, but the Scyther used his scythes to hit Dirt in the chest with the side part and throw him onto the ground next to him.

Using the mud, Brett pushed his right scythe against the ground and pulled himself up. Quickly, Brett removed the scythe from the wet mud and brought them down on Dirt.

Dirt used evasive action and dodged both scythes which threw mud into the air on impact to the ground.

Here’s where the fight got brutal. There was no holding back; the two went at each other with killing blows, missing from extreme dodges. Mud flew everywhere. The grass made it no easier to hit.

Dirt would kick Brett’s scythe hands to the floor making him unable to move, but then Brett would attack with his legs. Each blow had mud flying. If this was a real fight, in the real world, they would both be dead. But this world wasn’t real, and reality failed. The two didn’t quit.

Still, if all the hits they were getting didn’t stop them, then the fatigue would.

After ten minutes of nonstop fighting, both of them were covered with mud. There were very few spots that still showed their Pokémon body parts as the rest of the body was covered in a coat of brown. It was a mud fight.

Both of them were slower with the movements because of the mud, but faces of exasperation were on their faces.

That’s when Dirt decided to have a conversational fight.

“Hey, you’re pretty good,” he said as he blocked hits. “How old are you?”

“Shut up,” said Brett. “I’ve heard about you. When the fights get rough, you trick them with talks.” Brett continued to attack, but Dirt insisted on dodging.

“Yes, but I never do that to someone who chooses a weak environment to battle in for both me and himself.”

Brett stopped for a moment. Dirt moved not as swift as the beginning of the battle and was easy enough for Brett to stop with one hit of the scythe on the ground shooting mud in front of Dirt’s face.

“Hey, you tried to hit me!”

“Please, you call that trying? I was just doing something to keep the crowd watching. If I wanted to get, I would’ve moved a lot faster.”

The two continued fighting each other.

“So, you gonna tell me your age?”

Brett hesitated. He watched closely at Dirt making sure he didn’t try anything. It was a surprise for Brett that they were still attacking each other. It seemed it could’ve been determined that Brett would win due to size, but this fight was going on long.

Brett went around Dirt and put his scythe around him and picked him up so he was facing forward and right in front of Brett. “Ten,” said Brett into his ear, and then like a wrestler, brought him down by falling back and swinging Dirt to fall in a painful condition in a painful angle on the ground.

Dirt got up wearily and stared at Brett. “Amazing,” he said, but then he himself did something amazing. He started to glow.

Brett got the face of surprise. “No,” he said, “Please, not now, not here!”

But his pleas were useless, as Dirt continued to glow brighter. He was becoming bigger. His scales popped out and became a darker brown color. Brett knew what was going on, and he wish deeply that it wasn’t. Dirt was evolving.

When he was done, a Sandslash stood in the once Sandshrew’s place. This wasn’t what had Brett worried; it was the fact that whenever someone evolves during a battle, they’re automatically healed from every hit in their body. Not only was the new Dirt fully healed, but because he evolved during the battle…

“Halt!”

The battle was stopped. Brett waited in the same spot he was, covered in mud in every place on his body. To a real Scyther, if Pokémon were real, he would have been on the floor near death. But he wasn’t real; therefore he defied the laws of death by still being alive. Brett was still a little angry that Dirt evolved, not only is he healed, but he doesn’t have a sign of mud ever being on him.

“Challenger Dirt Feeder 3 has evolved. Dirt Feeder 3 has the choice of the next stage.”

Dirt had to think about it, but not for long. “Rainy snow filled,” he said.

Brett had a confused face now. “What?”

“You’ll see.”

The computer ref who stood on the outlines the entire time clapped his hands together and said, “Great, let the battle continue!”

The muds that Brett had stood on washed away and snow appeared five inches high. Wet particles of snow fell from the tops of the stadium.

“Ah—I don’t get it!” said Brett, but then he noticed something. As the wet snow fell, his movements got slower. He was still covered in mud, and his speed was rapidly decreasing because of the snow and mud mixing. The mud was hardening!

Seeing as the ref already gave the go to continue fighting, Dirt ran at Brett.

“No, no, no, NO!”

Dirt slammed into Brett knocking him to the ground. Brett couldn’t move.

“Nice playing with ya W of the S, but seems you need some practice. I hope to fight with you soon, seriously, you’re a great fighter.”

And after that sentence, Dirt brought his claws down on Brett without warning, and decapitated him. Of course, the game didn’t show that. Right when Brett’s head was removed from his shoulders, he became virtual and disappeared.

The crowd went wild, and in the center of the stands were the two of Brett’s sister’s friends.

Jerry didn’t have to say anything, he suspected Brett wasn’t gonna win anyways. Irene expected him to lose, but not on the first round. So both of them were speechless, except for Andy, who started cracking up.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!” he laughed. “Oh man, did you see that! He was P-owned! Powned! RO freakin’ FL man! Laughing out loud! Ha ha ha ha haha ha ha!”

Andy fell off his seat and started holding his chest and rolled over in the cramped space.

“Rolling on the floor and freakin’ laughing! Ha ha ha ha ha hah ha ha!”

Jerry and Irene both ignored Andy and his laughing fit. Andy and Brett weren’t exactly the people you could say would cheer on each other, but then again, neither were the whole gang put together.

“You know,” said Jerry, “sometimes I think the people who do these battles here—the ones that join as Pokémon—sometimes I think they need to see a physiatrist or something.”

“More like psychotherapist,” said Irene chuckling.

“C’mon, let’s get your brother.”

With that, they left, leaving Andy behind to laugh his heart out.

[AC Coda X]

Hmmm... as long as this isn't a random video game story, I think I'll muchly love it if you improve your writing style a bit. You're prone to using the wrong verb tenses, and you use "Awkward Adjectives"- words that really don't break rules, but sound strange where they are placed. And you need to work on describing your characters. When you do, it feels like all you're doing is listing details, like you would for a roleplay sign-up. That doesn't work well in fanfiction. Try to mix your descriptions in with the rest of your sentences, and don't alienate us from your characters- perhaps you could try having one character size up another, and make use of more then basic adjectives? However, I must say that I want to see your fic continue, and you've got me hooked with this fresh, new take on the series. I'll be waiting for your next chapter.

[Random_Fan]

Ack, I tried, and I mean I seriously TRIED, but it turns out, I don't know how to write discription any different than that. XD Seriously, look for yourself.

Original: The Kinus Region outfit was basically a black T-shirt with yellow stripes going down from the both shoulders to the waistline. The sleeves were long, but short at the same time making it look like a long-short-sleeve. The sleeves ended on the elbow with a black pad and a round yellow spot in the center of it.

The pants were black with a yellow stripes going down it from the sides and a yellow belt carrying all the Pokéballs. On the kneecap was the same pad that was rested on the end of the sleeves, with the same yellow spot. Finally, the shoes were white with one yellow stripe going around the shoe and ending in the back with a Pokéball marking and black soles.

Irene’s outfit was slightly different as she too was wearing the Kinus Region outfit. Hers had a black woolen shirt with the same yellow stripes going down from the shoulder to the waist. Her sleeves were not like her friend’s, they were long instead. She had the same pad on her elbow.

Her pants were yellow instead of black and had black stripes going down from the sides with a black belt. Her shoes were yellow with a white stripe going with the same marking as her friend’s and her soles were also black.

Supposedly Better Version:The Kinus region outfit was what Nintendo likes to call, “the look of the future.” Jerry liked it, but knew he would definitely not wear something like that to public places. It was one of those clothing that has “Game” written all over it. The designs reflected what the new game’s cover had to offer, making it look very stylish for a Pokémon game outfit. It could reasonably be said that the new look and color was “yellow.”

Of course, there was a difference. Boys had it black and white stripes coming down, bike style elbow pads with yellow in the center, and of course, how could Nintendo leave out; gloves! Of all things, that’s what they would always have, in every single game. Pants and shoes; pants were your everyday black color with yellow stripes on the side. That had to be one of the things Jerry hated on the look; he just didn’t find that part enjoyable. He never bought such pants like that in real life, but he didn’t really care. As long as it wasn’t only him looking like that, he was good. Shoes happened to be looking slick and matching with everything else; having white all over with one yellow stripe on the lower half, ending at the back with your average Pokéball logo.

The girl’s outfits had to be that of complete opposite; except for the part about being yellow. Irene was respectfully wearing the Kinus region outfit, proudly. Her’s was made of what you’d think to be wool, and was long sleeves. Even though they were long sleeves, the creators of the game found it appropriate to have the same elbow pads that the boys had. From pants to shoes, everything seemed to change; for example, they were yellow, and had black stripes going down her sides. Her shoes were almost the same, except for the fact that everything was just sort of flipped around. It was yellow all over with a white stripe, and ending at the back with a Pokéball.

Jerry once played around and said straight in front of her, acting all dumb, and said, “yur purty hot.” Under normal circumstances, that would’ve been handled with a quick beating, but unfortunately, no one could feel pain, so it was all a waste of time. But it sure as heck felt good for Irene.

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Heh, opps. I don't really know what you mean by Awkward Adjectives, but I'll re-word a couple of these sentences in a moment. >_>

EDIT: Okay, now I see what you mean by that. XD I'm not done fixing even chapter 1, but I can see what you meant.

[Random_Fan]

Okay, I have yet to finish editing the first chapter. If you read it over, you'll notice the top half is completely better than the bottom half; that's because I haven't gotten to the bottom half yet, so I'm gonna finish working on that. XD

In the meantime, go ahead and enjoy chapter 3, even though I'm most likely going to edit it later after I'm done editing chapter 1 and 2. >_>

Chapter 3: Chatroom

It was the next day. Jerry just got home from the long day at school, and packed with a lot of homework. But still, he was lucky. Why? Because it was Friday!

He walked the four block walk home from school. The sun shined on the streets and he was ready for whatever came at him that day. Because when he got home, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t make any mistakes he saw Brett do the other day. Besides, Brett was joined as a Pokémon; Jerry was joined as a trainer. He had a team, and he knew that they wouldn’t let him down.

He reached the steps to his house and saw the garage door open. There was a black 80s motorcycle parked. He knew right away that his uncle was home.

Though, when he would say uncle, people would imagine a jolly man that loved doing whatever he did. No.

His uncle was a seventeen year old. It’s strange how it works, but after a divorce with Jerry’s dad’s father, he got on another date. Thus, getting married again. And then, having a baby.

Jerry walked into the garage and saw his uncle come right out of the entrance to the house. The door in the garage.

“What’s up, Pete,” said Jerry.

“ ‘Sup Dick.” He walked to his bike and started the repairing. Jerry never knew why he did that, his bike never broke before. He was guessing it was the fact that the neighbor girls always passed by at the times and that it looked good for him.

Jerry hated it when Pete made fun of him or called him names. Which was practically all the time. But, he lived with it by always holding it down.

“Is Mom home?”

Pete walked up to Jerry and stopped right in front of him. He pointed at him with his wrench.

“Why don’t you go find out yourself?”

Without saying anything (because he never really wanted to make conversations with his uncle), he walked into the house.

The house was like any other ordinary house. A one-story tall four bedroom house. There were only four people in his family: him, Pete, his Mom, and his Dad.

Jerry walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge. From there, he ran up to his room to do what he mostly did after school.

He entered his room and saw his bed, empty and neat. On the opposite side of the bed was his computer. It was a black Alaska, with surround sound speakers next to it. Beside the computer, passed the 2013 calendar, was his beloved item of all: The Gen.

It was a box a little smaller than a phone booth that could fit one person inside. It was the only system ever created to allow all other company games to go into one, and play online. Jerry was pretty much happy with it. It was either that or a pool, and he picked The Gen.

Andy was a bit unlucky. He didn’t have a Gen, so everyday whenever they were going to play, he would go to the mall with the loads of money he gets as an allowance and uses the computers and Gens there.

Andy had already told him that he was on his way to the mall, so Jerry did what he always did to confirm his arrival. He called him up.

He grabbed his cellular from his pocket and used speed dial. The phone rang about three times before he picked up.

“You there, man?” asked Jerry.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Alright. Get on MSN Messenger; let’s make sure Irene and Brett are ready.”

“You know, the computers aren’t always free.”

“They’re about two bucks for five hours, what are you talking about?”

“I meant that other people use them.”

“Oh”

On the other end, Andy waited in line behind three people waiting to use one of the many other six in use computers.

“Well, I’ll call you up when we’re ready to use the Gens. There isn’t a long line for those, right?”

Andy looked at the four Gen systems lined in each corner. They were priced to use each minute for one dollar.

“Are you kidding? Those things are expensive here, nobody uses them.”

“Good, I’ll call you later.”

“Wait,” said Andy, right before Jerry was going to hang up.

“What?”

“Connect your phone to the chat; I have some very good news for all of you.”

Jerry was a bit confused by what he said. “Can’t it wait ‘til we’re in the game?”

“Just do it, man.”

Jerry sighed. Reluctantly, he did as Andy said.

He opened the slot at the bottom of his computer’s brain and brought out a black wire. He connected it to the phone from the small connector on the side. Then, he got onto his account on MSN.

Irene was on, as usual. He was about to click on her, but a window popped up bringing the chat up. There was a friendly one word message: Hi.

There was a smiling smiley showing white teeth in a big grin.

Jerry began to type.

Jerry: “Hey, redy 4 the game?”

Irene: “Im always redy”

Jerry: “Good.”

A message came up interrupting the two. It was from Andy; he was text messaging.

Andy: “Guess wut?”

Jerry: “Get to the point”

Andy: “Ow, u didnt sound like that over the fone.”

Jerry: “Yeah, but i got a tornament to go to”

Irene: “Dont mentiun that now, Brett is watching and is still a cry baby after wut hapened.”

Andy: “Ha! Funy.”

Jerry: “thirty minutes”

Andy: “Oh yeag, tornament”

Irene: “lol typo” she added a smiley sticking out its tongue.

Andy: “Yeah” he added an asterisk to show correction just one second after Irene typed her typo comment.

There was nothing coming up for awhile. Then, after about a minute or two of waiting, Andy finally said something.

Andy: “I cheked online abot a cool train in Goxen City. Its going over seas to a island caled Sayaran. Only people with tikets can visit and only twenty tikets are available to stay. The other hundred riders get to see only.”

Jerry: “O rly?”

Andy: “Ya rly!”

Irene: “No wai!”

Irene: “lol!”

Jerry: “Then wut r we waiting 4?lets go!”

Jerry logged off and got off his account on his computer. He disconnected his phone and went straight to the Gen. He turned it on and was ready to step in.

In California, Los Angeles, in a suburban neighborhood, a twelve year old girl also logged off. She turned around and walked past her brother (which she shared a room with), and headed for the family room. Her brother followed.

“So now what?” asked her brother, Brett.

In the family room, there were two black Gens. The girl, Irene, told her brother, “now its time for you to learn from Jerry how to battle.”

Brett got frustrated by that comment. “Can you PLEASE stop talking about that?”

Irene laughed, then said, “No, and I can bet Andy won’t stop teasing you about it either.”

Her brother seemed to be getting fumed. “Okay Scyther boy,” said Irene, “get in there so we can meet up with them.”

Reluctantly, he walked into the booth. Inside, the walls were padded with a protective guard in every corner. He sat on the only seat in the middle. Wire connections detracted and as the Gen came to life, he was encircled in a blue veil.

The same happened for Jerry and Andy. Irene was surrounded in a red veil, though.

Jerry looked around him in the box. It was still for a moment. Just a moment. Then, all four walls rapidly fell away, and Jerry was suddenly falling. He landed on his feet, without an utter, and looked around. Right away, his friends appeared with him.

A green TV screen came right up to him. It had many virtual titles running around it.

Everyone looked at each other, and then nodded as in knowing what they were going to do. They all took out a yellow card, with designs of unruly collages. It was the Pokémon: Wild version card. They slid the card through the slides, and they were engulfed in light.

They again fell through a floor, but didn’t trip. Everything seemed to be coming up rapidly. Lights scanned through them, and then, Jerry and Irene were flashed with the clothes, themed in yellow with a backpack slung over they’re shoulders.

Andy was given his Johto themed outfit, and a belt circled around him, making red and white balls start out as small particles, and grow into one inch radius balls.

Brett was completely transformed from appearance. His skin became a dark green color, then became a lighter one. His shoulder blades broke out, and grew a shield with barely visible wings. And thus, leading to the remaining by blades and other detail, leaving not a human, but a Pokémon. Scyther.

Then, the friends were in the Pokémon Center, with many chatting online players.

[Random_Fan]

Ack, I've failed to fully complete the re-write of chapter 1 again. >_<

I'll finish it, but for now, enjoy this next one. I have to say, I didn't plan on there being any fan-made Pokemon, but I had to due to the fact this was the future. Now knowing a couple of the new Generation Pokemon, I'm probably going to edit these fan Pokemon out and replace them with some of the new generation.

Chapter 4: Win for Ride

Jerry was in the lockers below deck. He was with nine other trainers. Andy wasn’t there; instead, he was going to be one of the spectators. Also, he needed more rankings on views, so he decided to help that with viewing other tours. What views did, was it made your stats when you fought go higher. They were very helpful, but you had to watch. That’s why they were all there to see Brett battle.

He put on a black leather glove on his hand and tightened it around. The ends were cut to have his fingers sticking out. He moved his fingers playing with the glove for awhile, then an announcement came on.

“All trainers are to report to the stadium room to begin.”

There were cheers among the trainers, basically because they just wanted to battle already. Slowly, people started to leave the room. Jerry followed.

They went down the hall and entered a large hall about twenty feet high. There were windows and light seeped in, hitting as the group ran to the stadium room. They passed double doors and entered a smaller hall that led straight ahead to another door. When they entered that door, they were greeted with a large room filled with fans watching and screaming, waiting.

The crowd was wild. Jerry wasn’t sure if he could find his friends around the crowd.

They were told by the people at the entrance to wait aligned to the wall. The trainers did as they were told.

A score board appeared in the air out of nowhere, and showed a tournament line-up. At first, random names were being switched around all over the board, but then it stopped keeping the names there permanent. He was on the second battle.

The announcer told the first fighters to get ready, while many of the others led the other trainers to the benches. The first fighter lined from across each other. Then, the announcer walked onto the middle of the battle grounds.

“Yes,” he started, “looks like we have an exciting match now.” He started to drone on and on about the fighters and how they got there, just the announcers always did before battles. Then, he started to talk about something unexpected. He started to talk about the Sayaran Island.

“Yes, there is now a new place to battle, and new place to start, and a new place to help. There are rarer Pokémon here, and it all starts with tickets at Goxen City. And in this tournament, one lucky trainer gets two tickets to this new paradise.”

So Andy wasn’t lying, thought Jerry. The announcer continued to talk for awhile longer, and then started the battle.


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The battles were extremely hard. So many turns later, and Jerry made it to the semifinals. The first battle was tough, but it got easier after each next one. Though, he was getting nervous for the final battle. The final battle consisted of a player that probably used huge glitches and cheats, because he had a Pokémon that could only be obtained through Nintendo promotions. He had Mew.
Jerry’s Sceptile won with the semifinals, making the female trainer, about eleven years old, frown and kick at the arena floor. The girl slowly vanished from bottom to top, becoming digitalized in red and disappearing.

“Alright, let’s let our last two contestants have a moment to heal their Pokémon and think up a quick strategy!” yelled the announcer. A timer started on the scoreboard giving ten minutes.

Jerry released all of his Pokémon. That is, the ones that weren’t fainted.

He had a Sceptile and Noctowl with him, and from the sixth generation of Pokémon, a Jurnite, along with one from the seventh generation, Watsfere.

Jurnite was a fighting dark type, making it the most treasured of his team. It was a two legged Pokémon with a heavy black and silver look on its chest, going down and covering the femur bone, leaving the patella, and continuing where it left with paw feet. It was about four and a half feet tall, about a head shorter than Jerry. It had the general human shape of a head, but with silver armoring crossing its face, covering most except the mouth, which had sharp white fangs noticeable. From the opening below the nose and the small holes in it to breath, the mouth (much like a Houndour except without a muzzle or snout) was white covered, with the rest of the face in black. It had a silver armored helmet that covered the top half of the face, leaving small slits opened for the eyes. Its ears were about two inches long and coming out of the side opening of the helmet. Lastly, its arms were just about the length of an ordinary child that was its size.

Watsfere was another combo of two types, water and electric. Jerry didn’t even know how Watsfere could survive with those two elements, considering it could possibly destroy itself, but it just so happened to never happen. Watsfere was basically another Gastly, except it did have legs. What it lacked was arms. It was a round shape and blue with streaks of lightning bolts of yellow crossing all around the body. Its ears were very small, but it was said to have the sharpest hearing of all Pokémon. Unlike Jurnite, Watsfere’s eyes were visible. It had black button eyes. Lastly, its height was about two feet.

Yes, unbelievingly, there was already a seventh generation of Pokémon with only five different regions: Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Orre, and Kinus. But, the sixth and seventh regions were already in discussion with Nintendo, the Prosby and Tekaz regions.

Currently, Sceptile was beaten up a bit with only a little below half of its health bar displayed on the scoreboard. Noctowl was okay, just needed a few health points higher, nothing a potion couldn’t do. Jurnite had exactly half of his health and Watsfere was full on health.

Jerry pulled out two elixirs from his bag and gave it to the sixty-nine level Sceptile and the seventy-four level Jurnite. Unlucky for Jerry, his lowest healing item was a super potion. He shrugged, and used it on the sixty-six level Noctowl anyways. He left the level seventy Watsfere alone.

“Alright guys, everyone ready?” Jerry always expected to get replies, but when you were in stadiums and in contests, your Pokémon never replied. They just waited for orders. Jerry hoped that in the future games the developers would make it more realistic.

The minutes ticked by. After each number from the minutes place went down, Jerry got more nervous. He was going to fight someone with a legendary. When one minute came, he called back his Pokémon.

The last second ticked, and the announcer announced their battle.

“Alright folks, the last battle of the day is here!” the crowd cheered. By now, Jerry had spotted his friends. After the first match, Andy had left. He didn’t want to spend too much money on just watching, but Jerry was pretty sure he probably went out to train his Pokémon. That or he tried Starfox again.

“Tonight, we got rising star user Trainer1337 against a new challenger that can shatter Trainer1337’s reputation, Legend-ary-fool!”

Legend-ary-fool stood at the exact opposite place from Jerry. He was wearing the Hoenn region outfit, except with green hair to match the Emerald version outfit.

The announcer said his usual speech about the trainers. The two trainers weren’t listening to him, but were looking at each other with a determined look. Jerry had his hand over his Sceptile’s Pokéball, getting ready to grab. He saw Legend-ary-fool getting ready to get a Pokéball too, which was obvious of what his choice was.

“Begin!” shouted the announcer.

Jerry grabbed Sceptile’s ball and threw it. “Go Sceptile!” he shouted.

“Mew, take them out!” shouted the other trainer.

In an array of lights, the two Pokémon appeared before the trainers. They did their normal roars of entrance, usually meant to frighten the opponent’s Pokémon, but that only happened in a twenty percent chance.

Before Jerry could begin to think up an attack to use, Legend-ary-fool blurted out, “Use Psychic!”

Mew’s eyes started glowing with a blue shine in them. A ball of energy formed in its hands in a faster than normal rate, and it shot it to Sceptile. Jerry had no time to give an attack. Before he could even utter the word “dodge,” the blast hit Sceptile and it disintegrated into a blue digital force.

This surprised Jerry. That was extremely fast. He looked at the sore board to see his opponent’s Mew’s stats, and was shocked. Everything was maxed out, and it was at level 100.

He knew he should probably use Jurnite, him being a dark type and all, but he was also a fighting type. Legend-ary-fool had only one Pokémon to move him about, and that was Mew. He must have felt confident on winning.

“Watsfere, you’re up!” said Jerry, tossing the Pokéball. As soon as the Pokémon landed, he shouted, “Water Pulse!”

“Metronome,” said Legend-ary-fool.

Watsfere was ready to shoot out sprays of water, but was pushed back by a powerful hypnosis.

“No,” said Jerry silently.

“Psychic, now!” yelled his opponent.

Mew teleported to the half asleep Watsfere. It used its most powerful attack on the small creature, knocking it right out of the ring, ending it.

This is going by faster than I thought, thought Jerry. Two of his most faithful Pokémon had just been knocked out of the way like toys. Watsfere soon disappeared in a red glow. This is an impossible fight, I can’t win this!

“Noctowl, your turn!” Jerry had no idea which attack to use. Quickly, he tried to think up an attack. Nothing came to mind. He started to panic.

“Mew, another psychic!”

Mew started the ball again, but before it could throw it, Jerry shouted, “Confusion!”

The psychic energy ran straight forward to Noctowl, but in a twisted light show of shadows, a path was created between Mew and Noctowl. The Psychic stopped seconds before hitting Noctowl, and vanished into nothing, making Noctowl’s attack stronger as he shot it back to Mew, in which hit squarely on the chest.

“How did you land a blow on Mew!” yelled Legend-ary-fool.

“Your name’s right, you are a legendary fool!” said Jerry, “I know it’s a bit of the wrong time to bring up the anime, but it’s not always going to help if you have the strongest Pokémon!”

“Mew, Ancientpower!”

The opponent’s side went red as rocks tore away from the floor and melted in the air. The ground was easily put back together. With a strong will, Mew attacked with a red beam. It hit Noctowl almost knocking it out, leaving it with only two health points.

Jerry shoved his backpack off and took out two super potions. “Come here Noctowl!” he shouted. His Pokémon came back, letting him spray the potions on it. It was left with more than half of its health, but Jerry had no more potions. Just elixirs.

“Alright, get out there and win!” Right when Noctowl returned to fight, Jerry commanded, “Use Take Down!”

“Psychic!”

Noctowl didn’t have enough time to dodge out of the way. It was hit, and blown to the sides, where it disappeared in a blue digitalized light.

No, thought Jerry, I have only a fighting type left!

There was nothing he could do. He had only one chance to beat Legend-ary-fool, and he had to be against a psychic type using a fighting dark type. Jerry sighed, and threw the Pokéball. Jurnite was released and did its roar at Mew.

“Come on Jurnite! This is our one chance to defeat him. Dodge any psychic attacks thrown your way and try to attack from the back! Now, Take Down!”

Jurnite did a roar in its language and then ran towards Mew.

“Psychic, Mew!”

Jurnite ran as fast as Mew could get its Psychic ready for a blow. Right when he was about to put his full force on Mew, Jerry shouted, “Agility!”

With agile speed, it seemed to vanish in front of Mew’s face, making it throw the Psychic and miss. Legend-ary-fool got annoyed.

“Continue the last attack!” yelled Jerry. Jurnite became visible right behind Mew when it stopped from its run, and then tackled from the back. “Yes! Now continue with Mega Punch combos!”

Jurnite pushed forward and managed to move Mew before it could get out of the way. with its claws, Jurnite punched several spots of Mew, not stopping.

“Protect!” Mew made a pink ball and stopped the punches from Jurnite. “Now push it!” with this command, Mew made the pink ball protecting it increase, slamming it into Jurnite and pushing him away and onto the floor.

“Jurnite, dodge any attacks that come your way for now!”

“Mew, Psychic again!”

Mew formed up the attack yet again. It started glowing, showing that this was the big one. Mew shot out the attack. There was no way that Jurnite could escape this blast by running.

“Fall to the floor, Jurnite!” yelled Jerry. Jurnite immediately fell to the floor, making the Psychic hit every spot of air in its path above. It completely missed Jurnite. “Torment!”

Jurnite jumped back up and put his hands together. He slowly moved them apart, then stepped back swishing his hands in the air, then aiming right at Mew, where a dark gas swiftly hit. It didn’t harm Mew, but it managed to stop its constant use of Psychic.

Legend-ary-fool looked more annoyed than ever.

“Hit Mew with everything you got!”

Jurnite ran with quick agility getting behind Mew. Mew barely was able to turn around to see the attack coming.

“Protect again!”

Mew wasn’t able to perform the attack this time though. Jurnite hit it squarely and pushed it across the floor. It got up again, getting ready to attack, but was confronted with a swift fist each time hitting it. Mew’s health points were going down, fast.

Finally, Mew was able to use protect, in which Jurnite just hit a ball that moved a little by the force of the speed.

“Push!”

The ball Mew made grew, as before, and knocked Jurnite back, but not enough to fall. He regained his balance and was ready for his trainers command.

“Go with Mega Punch Jurnite,” yelled Jerry. Jurnite ran with a fist closed tight, jumped into the air, and thrust it down on Mew. It hit, taking Mew down to the ground. Mew’s health points were now at very low standards.

“Let’s try a different approach Mew,” said Legend-ary-fool. “Try transform and hit it with everything you’ve got!”

And so with that, the transformation of Mew began.

Mew’s shape and body was already changing. Jerry had to think of something to stop it very quickly.

“Jurnite, don’t let it finish transforming!”

Jurnite made a dash for Mew, but then a flash blinded him and made him fall to the floor of the arena. After a final flash, a copy of Jurnite stood in front of him.

Before Jurnite could do a thing, Mew ran up with the same speed and hit directly at him in the stomach, making his health points go down.

Jurnite landed on the floor, and just as quickly, Mew was going to slash at him.

“Jurnite, dodge!”

Jurnite moved away from the slash, making Mew fall to the floor. With its other hand, Mew aimed for a slash again. Jerry commanded another dodge, in which Jurnite flipped himself up and landed on his two feet, dodging away from the clawed swipe, and ready for the next command.

Mew jumped back up too, and they both just stood there in silence. The crowd (which had indeed been cheering them on the whole time) became just as silent.

“Slash!” yelled both trainers, and their Pokémon came together, running, then slamming into each other, both hitting directly.

The hits pushed them back and made them fall to the floor. Quickly, they got up and waited again.

“Mew, transform back and use Psychic!”

Oh no, thought Jerry, Torment must be over already!

Before he knew it, Mew was back to being Mew, and was ready with another psychic. Jerry had to think of another move really fast. He looked at the scoreboard closely. Quickly, he thought up something within the seconds he had.

“Faint Attack!”

The psychic blast was shot just as Jurnite ran at Mew. A huge flash appeared blinding the entire arena, then smoke from the blast indicating it hit. The blast was so powerful, it made Jerry fall to the ground.

In the smoky arena, Jerry slowly got up. The smoke cleared away, slowly, and showed the winner. Jurnite stood above Mew, who had the last 5 remaining health points taken away by the faint attack.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems that,” at the last second of the word ‘that,’ a horn was heard throughout the room. “The winner is Trainer1337!” yelled the announcer, and the crowd went wild.

Mew disappeared from its spot under Jurnite, and Jurnite did the same. Legend-ary-fool was looking, opened mouthed at how he lost with a legendary. Then, in a blue light like the rest, he disintegrated.

The crowd ran out of the stands as soon as the gates were opened and met Jerry, all around him. The announcer squeezed through the crowd and got right up to Jerry.

Jerry could spot Irene in the crowd, then started to look for her Scyther brother. Irene’s brother was nowhere to be found, like Andy.

“Congratulations Trainer1337, you’ve won the all expense free visit and stay at the new Sayaran Island with any lucky other person, let it be Pokémon, trainer, or breeder.”

Jerry took the tickets the announcer was flashing at him, and soon the entire room started to ask him questions and getting tips out of him.

That’s what he liked about playing these types of games online. If you play right, you know what it feels like to be a celebrity.

[Random_Fan]

Well, the first chapter has been completely re-written now, with more action, better discription, and such. ;)

Chapter 5: Deep in Secret

“Well, you know how it is,” said Jerry. He was having a couple of friends over at his place. Andy was there too. They were at the kitchen, just talking and passing a jug of orange juice as they talked. Funny thing is, Jerry’s other friends didn’t even know he was still into Pokémon.

What they were talking about wasn’t even related to Pokémon. They had just finished helping out Jerry’s father and brother at fixing the back doors. Andy got some bruises on his hands along with splinters from the broken version of the door; no wonder they were making fun of him. Still, like most, Andy didn’t take it personal. He did however act like he took it personal.

“Will you guys just shut-up,” he said, though not mad. He had the mad voice, but his expression was completely opposite.

Jerry and his three other friends laughed. Suddenly, Jerry’s dad walked into the room.

“Good job guys,” he commented, “we actually got to finish before sun-down.”

His responses were a bunch of “hey”s and “what sup”s from Jerry’s friends. Jerry’s dad walked out of the room just as quickly as he came in.

“Hey, have you guys tried the new ‘Grizzly War’ game?” asked Ronny, one of Jerry’s friends.

Everyone in the room replied with “oh yeah”s and others.

“Dude, that game owns,” answered Andy. He started to show a simulation of the war field with his hand gestures on the table, and explaining a layout he had tried on it once.

And the rest of the night went on like that. Until 10:00 AM.

By then, Jerry’s friends were already leaving. They said their good-byes as usual and left the house as if they had never even arrived. It was cool to have them around; they really did help out with this type of stuff.

Jerry stood in front of the door. Now he was just in thought. He stayed like that for moments more, and then a knock on the door came.

He turned around and saw a blurred image through the blurred window of the door. He could tell it was Andy from a block away.

“Forgot something?” asked Jerry as he opened the door.

“No man, but I got an arrangement for you.”

“Arrangement? What the heck are you talking about?” Jerry let Andy into the hall and closed the door.

“I’m talking about the tournament you won, jackass,” said Andy. Jerry didn’t even flinch. He was used to hearing that from friends. It was like the new compliments.

“Alright, what about them?” asked Jerry. Andy jumped onto the couch like as if he owned the place, putting his feet on the shoulder-rest. Jerry just pushed the feet off. “Get your feet off this thing, something happens and it comes out of my allowance. What is it you wanted again?”

“I want your ticket.”

Jerry didn’t say anything. It was just quiet for a moment. Not because Jerry couldn’t believe what Andy said, but he was trying to remember what he was talking about. A click went in his mind, and he said, “Oh, that. Wait, what?”

“I’ll give you all the Pokédollars I have dude, just please let me get onto that island. It’s like what I’ve been fantasizing about all week!”

Jerry took another silence, trying to thing up a good comeback. Nothing came up in his head.

“What the heck man? Fantasizing? You need a life,” said Jerry. “I got tickets for the biggest thing in this world, Andy, but only two. Sure, I can take you, but I’m sorry man, but I’m taking Irene.”

“You said ‘but’ twice,” answered Andy, trying to act like a grammar police. He rolled his eyes and got up from the couch. “Come on, I really want this more than anything! Name your price and I’ll match it.”

“My price is to go with Irene. You should go on a date while I’m gone with Irene, seems like you really need one.”

“Yeah, really smooth Jerry. I take the real chick, you take the cyber chick.”

“Shut up. The point is, no, I’m not gonna let you take these tickets I got away. You’re not going to make me. This is something that’ll get me friendship stats higher too.”

Andy let out air in a rush from his mouth, slinking back down onto the couch. He got up again, and started for the door. “I’m gonna get a smoke.”

“Really?”

“No. See ya Jerry. You change your mind, you know where to find me.” With that, Andy walked out the door and down the street, heading to his long walk home.


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There were trees everywhere. They towered over the land, not letting any of the remaining sunsets in. The dead leaves brushed as short grasps of wind passed by. Two people around the age of 20 ran through the forest. It was getting real dark.
Their feet crushed against the ground in a pounding race. It was a guy and a girl. They passed a tree, and hid behind it.

“Is it still following,” asked the guy. The girl slowly looked passed the tree, trying to see something, anything.

“I think it stopped following us,” she said. She backed away from the tree and took a better glance. Then, to her right, the branches started shaking, then stopped, startling her and making her scream in fright.

“Come on, let’s go!” yelled the guy, as he ran at her and pulled her from the wrist. They ran again. This time, there were leaves falling everywhere indicating something was walking among them.

The girl couldn’t look away from them. They made her more frightened, and she was getting to feel she should stop and shake in fear.

“No, don’t stop! That’s what it wants us to do. Just keep moving!”

There were no objections. They continued their sprint. The sun disappeared behind the trees, leaving them in sudden darkness. The guy kept moving, and pulling. Until the floor broke away.

They both screamed, but the guy grabbed onto the ledge. The girl wasn’t so lucky. She fell down what seemed like a bottomless pit. Her screams echoed all around the walls.

“No!” yelled the guy. He stayed there for a moment. then the tree’s branches started shaking again. That snapped him back to life.

He climbed back up, trying to get above and keep running. He pulled and pulled, trying to get on the ledge. Then claws were swiped right at his face.

They didn’t hit, but made him fall down the bottomless pit too. He screamed, but only for a little while. He hit solid ground soon.

Normally, it would’ve killed someone to fall from the height. But he wasn’t in a normal world. He was in the virtual world.

He looked around, trying to find his friend. She was nowhere to be found. The top was covered again in leaves, waiting until the next unlucky victim fell down the trap. The man stood up and started wondering around.

There was a hall of leaves leading to a cave entrance and then more leaves. He heard branches behind him, so he did the only logical thing to do. He went into the cave.

Leaves brushed at him everywhere. He started to call out the girl’s name, trying to get her to respond. Soon, he made it to the other side leading to more trees and more leaves. As he walked forward, he found that it led to a dead end. He walked back slowly, and hit another wall. He turned around and saw the way he had entered locked out, leaving him trapped in a cage of trees.

He started screaming, trying to get out. Then, he heard the noises of leaves. He stopped screaming, and listened.

“Hello?” he called out. There was no reply. After a short moment, the guy continued. “Hello! Can anyone hear me!”

He ran over to the other side in the darkness. He started banging at the side of the trees, trying to get out. He reached down, and took out a Pokéball. He released his Medicham.

“Medicham, protect me at all costs.”

The Medicham nodded in agreement, looking around and ready with a fighting pose. There was silence from all corners.

Then, he heard whispers. Slowly, the guy turned around and looked through the cage. He saw his girl, but not how he wanted to. Tears started to well up in his eyes at the site before him. He didn’t notice his Medicham was being choked by a dark power, and see it disappear in blue light. He just cried.

Then the claws raked at his side, ending his pain.