Chapter Two
Rugged rocks, and wind beaten trees, closed off Jacob's pathway, so he had absolutely no idea what time it was, unless he looked at his watch, what the weather was, and whether it was still light, or dark. This pathway had been trudged on by so many feet, that it was distinctly noticeable, even amongst the gloom of the trees and rocks. Shanks was purring contendedly in Jacob's backpack, the constant rhythmical pumping almost lulling Jacob, himself to sleep.
Lunch was eaten in complete silence, as there was no one to talk to while eating it. Shanks was still sleeping, mind you. Somehow, thought Jacob, his father even managed to make a normal salami sandwich into a gormet meal. He shook his head, downing the last bit of orange juice from his thermal flask, that oddly, kept his juice cold.
"Mudkip, use Mud-Slap!"
The cry srartled Jacob, as he silently berrated himself for almost falling asleep. He quickly shoved the remains of his lunch into his backpack, rudely waking Shanks up iun the process, and crept off in search of the sound. He had a vague idea what it was, because no one would yell that loudly, unless they were in a Pokémon battle.
He peered between two trees, and saw where the sound had come from. It was, indeed, a Pokémon battle.
There was a young boy, definitely younger than Jacob, who was thirteen. This boy seemed closer to ten, or eleven. He was dressed rather simply, in a pair of denim shorts, and a white tee-shirt. It was easy to see that he was the energetic sort of person, because his knees were scraped, and bandadges were all over his body. His hair was black in colour, and matted with dirt. Obviously, he had been on the road for a while.
By his feet was a Mudkip. The little blue Pokémon was desperately shoving large amounts of dirt through the back of his legs, away from his master. At first, it seemed like he was digging a hole, but when jacob looked in the direction the mud was being flung towards, he saw what the Mudkip was really doing. He was using Mud-slap, on a male Nidoran. The Nidoran was now covered with mud, that was forcefully being hurled toards him. The anger in his little purple eyes were evident.
Gowling, the Nidoran shook himself free of the dirt, and turned to face the Mudkip. Opening his mouth, Nidorn let fly a barrage of small poisonous white needles at Mudkip. The Mudkip's trainer was too slow in calling out a command, and the Mudkip was hit straight in the face with the needles. However, as the flow of the needles stemmed, Mudkip seemed perfectly alright, with not a single scratch on his face.
"Ha, the stupid Nidoran, Mudkip is a part ground Pokémon, so poison attacks don't hurt him at all. Mudkip, use Water Gun!"
Opening his mouth wide, the Mudkip released a jet of powerful water, that headed straght for Nidoran. Nidorn made to jump out of th way, but Mudkip was too fast, and Nidoran was hit by the Water Gun, and sent flying. Just as it hit the tree behind it, the boy reached for his poké-belt, and plucked an empty poké-ball, flinging this red and white orb at the Nidoran. Normally, the Nidoran would have been able to repel this with a quick shot of Poison sting, but it was weak, and unprepared, so the poké-ball hit the Nidoran, and sucked it inside. The ball hit the ground, and began to shake unrelentlessly, until finally, the capturing power of the poké-ball out-lasted the power of Nidoran, and he was captured.
The boy did a little victory dance, picking up Nidoran, and hugging Mudkip. It was then that Jacob stepped out of the trees.
"Hello, are you Chester?"
