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Onimusha April 17th, 2004 12:08 PM

Micky woke from his sleep. He heard what sounded like rustling but could see nothing. The sky was purest black, stars hidden under clouds. He titled his head to his left. A light was in the distance, in the direction of the training ground. Scyther was gone, as he checked Koga the other Pokemon belonging to Koga were gone as well. Micky grabbed his Pokeball belt and tied it around his waist and started to run down the muddy path heading towards the light that seemed so distant.

As Micky charged down the path he felt the wind against his face as he started to slide down the steep slope. The light was much closer now. He could make out three human like figures in the distance, as well as a floating blur that he assumed was Weezing. Maybe a twenty minute run was left and then he would be there, asking why Koga was up so late. As he got closer he saw what was happening. He could see Scyther wrapped in a metal suit all over except his wings and scythes which were gleaming in the fires light that was at the centre of the battlefield. Opposite him stood Machamp, all four arms holding a sword each, his body covered in a metal armour coat just like Scyther. “Keep this clean you two, remember, this is just training, not a proper fight.” With that Machamp leaped over the fire towards the mantis, his right upper arm swinging its sword at Scyther’s head. Scyther retaliated with a block from his left scythe whilst taking Machamp off of his feet with his right scythe, the blade not cutting into the metal armour. “Machamp, I’m disappointed, one point to Scyther.” Scyther flew a small distance from Machamp triumphantly. Machamp nipped up from the ground and turned his body to Scyther, growling, clearly not liking being tripped so easily. He done a little show boating, twirling his blades, drawing Scyther’s attention to the upper right and lower left blades, slowly making his way towards Scyther without him noticing, Scyther’s focus drawn to the twirling blades that even dazzled Micky.

“Stop showing off Machamp” Koga was not impressed by Machamp’s skills, however all the Pokemon seemed to be, their eye’s focused on Machamp’s twirling blades. In one swift movement Machamp threw his lower right blade at Scyther who blocked it quickly but didn’t have time to block the upper left one which connected with his stomach armour. Machamp charged in then, his upper right blade knocking the two scythe‘s down as the lower left blade cracked into Scyther‘s metal helmet, making a loud bang before sending Scyther to the ground, his scythe’s holding the back of his helmet, the sheer force of the two metals connecting being enough to hurt his head. “Impressive Machamp, two points.”

“Now, this sword fight’s cool and ****, but why are you doing it?” Micky asked, making all the Pokemon and Koga turn their heads swiftly to see Micky emerge from the shadows.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“What you think I came here to ask you?” Micky laughed.

“Hmm, Machamp, help Scyther up” Koga ordered turning his head to Machamp who done as he was told, tossing his blades into the tall grass.

“And another thing, why’d you give Scyther back his Scythe’s?”

“He needs to re-adjust to using them if he’s going to be a good Pokemon for you.”

“Um, haven’t I stated before, I don’t want that psycho?” This was a rhetorical question but Koga just let out a laugh.

“I’m afraid you have no choice Kid. Scyther is yours and you will take care of him just like he will take care of you.” Micky didn’t like hearing this although Scyther’s eyes seemed to say ‘fine.’

“Scyther is a psychotic bastard, I am not trusting him to take care of me.”

“Kid, you don’t understand do you. He may hate you for defeating him, however he has a respect for you. You spared his life and he owes it to you. Although Scyther may be an angry Pokemon, they live by a code that they always keep to, he will protect you with his life. You only have to worry about him being brain washed, which is were you taking care of him comes in.”

“But..” Micky really didn’t like this situation, he had Latianne to take care of him but there was no way of convincing Koga of this.

“Just accept it Kid” Koga ordered. Koga’s voice was commanding, he clearly would make a great dictator.

“Uh, whatever.” Micky had given up all hope for arguing with Koga, he knew there was no way he could win. Scyther hovered over to Micky and landed about a foot in front of him. His beady eye’s glaring through his metal helmet. Micky looked him directly in the eye and at that very moment, Micky knew Koga was right, Scyther would defend him with his life, he could see it in the eyes of the psychotic mantis which served as a window into his mind. Micky smirked, raising his eyebrow slightly. “So Scy, we cool then?” Scyther nodded. “Well, wanna meet my Pokemon team then?” At that very moment Micky realised, he didn’t know what his team was. He only knew there were three. He didn’t want to seem like an idiot in front of Scyther however so he removed the three Pokeballs in his hand and threw them towards the battlefield. Micky stared in awe at his Pokemon. A beautiful butterfly formed, its wings sparkling a purple, a pony that had a flame like mane and tail as well as a large wasp with sharp pointy stingers, gleaming in the light of the fire like Scyther’s blades did. Micky didn’t know what they were called however, he’d forgotten. “Um, Koga, a lil help here, what they called?”

Koga chuckled. “The wasp is Beedrill, the Butterfly is Butterfree and the horse is Ponyta.”

“Ah” Micky nodded. “Scy, meet Beedrill, Butterfree and Ponyta.”

Scyther glared at them all, intimidating them. “Scy” he hissed loudly, as if he was telling them not to mess with him.

“Free!” The Butterfree cried in retaliation, making sure Scyther knew she wouldn’t be intimidated.

“Free, that was it, I called you Free” Micky shouted, some of his memory coming back. At that moment Beedrill and Ponyta realised he had forgotten everything although their suspicions had aroused when he couldn’t remember what his Pokemon were. Both Micky’s Pokemon started praying that Micky had no memory of their nicknames. Micky pointed to Beedrill who started to shiver, hoping Micky had forgotten what he called him. “And I called you…” Micky said trailing off into thought. “It began with Ro, or doe or something, it was um?” Beedrill looked at him as if to say ‘please give up’ but then it clicked. “Rough! That was it.” Even Koga laughed at the name. “Dam that sounds crap.” Beedrill let out a cry of glee. “But, since you seem to like, I’ll continue calling you it.” Beedrill couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Micky misinterpreted his happiness and on the spur of the moment, in fury, Beedrill charged forward stinger first to hurt Micky. Scyther stepped in immediately, his left Scythe blocking the stinger. “Whoa, Scyther, don’t kill him, he was just coming to hug me.” Beedrill and Scyther both knew he wasn’t but Scyther done as he was ordered and didn’t attack the angry wasp.

“Well, this re-union is nice n’ all but we have some training to do” Koga shouted loudly. Ponyta turned to Koga, thankful that he’d interfered before Micky remembered what he called her.

The night of training continued, Muk was teaching Ponyta how to do a Flamethrower, a long blast of flames, apparently more effective than the fire balls of an ember. Beedrill and Weezing were practicing a move Koga called ‘Sludge Bomb’ which involve spraying out a large blob of purple ooze that stank worse than Muk. Scyther continued to fight with Machamp sword to scythe whilst Butterfree tutored Nincada the move Silver Wind, one of Micky’s favoured moves. Micky sat on the ground next to Koga, encouraging his Pokemon with comments such as “Your doing great” or “That looked well good.” Koga was silent during all of this which unnerved Micky. He wasn‘t giving out any “You can do better“ or “Stop showing off“ comments to any of the Pokemon.

“What’s up with you now Koga?” Micky finally brought up enough courage to ask however his voice still sounded scared.

“I’m thinking” Koga replied in a fearsome, deep voice.

“’Bout what?” Micky realised it could be the giant mantis. “Scyther?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Are you thinking about why he was so violent.”

“No, I already know why! I’m thinking about the past we have…”

“Whoa, wait, you knew that psycho before it went on a killing spree?” Micky said in shock, his eyes opened wide. “Why did it go killing people anyways?”

“It was recently escaped from the Uma Corporation. They were going to kill him for failing to kill me”

“What, you mean that thing is an assassin?”

“Yes, it is, born for that purpose. In the past two years it has successfully killed eight Fuma Ninja’s.” Koga turned to Micky, his eyes piercing his mind. “One of them my brother.”

“Wait, that thing killed your brother?” Micky said in shock pointing to Scyther. “And you didn’t kill it, in fact you put its scythe’s back on.”

“Yes. He was following his trainers orders.”

“Still….Wait, you say Fuma Ninja’s?” Micky suddenly remembered what his Pokedex had said about Beedrill. “You mean, you’re the guy who brought Beedrill’s over here?”

“I’ve done a lot more than that” Koga chuckled.

“Such as?” Micky started rolling his hands asking for input.

“I was the gym leader of Fuschia City, was in the Elite four of Kanto and I was the leader of the Fuma clan”

“Wait, you were a gym leader?”

“Yes.”

“Cool, but what was the Fuma clan?”

Koga’s eyes rolled to his side as he flashed back into his memory. “Four-hundred years ago, a Ninja clan formed, promising to protect all the Pokemon of the world. My family formed this clan. We perfected a deadly technique, toxic, and with this technique we came into control of Fuschia gym. A hundred years ago, the Uma Corp began. They began in Fuschia city, but now they are a well known world wide organisation. What people don’t know, even oblivious to many of its employee’s, is its dark underbelly. They take part in many illegal activities. Pokemon stealing, murder and worst of all, Genetic Engineering. As soon as we learned of this we became determined to stop them. A secret war until twenty years ago when we made a mistake. We bombed a building of innocent employees and since then we’ve been on the run from the law as well as the Uma Corporation. I left my daughter, Janine in control of our gym and haven’t spoken to her since. The Fuma clan’s favoured Pokemon, Beedrill came with us. The death of their trainers set them free as one by one, assassins like Scyther over there, took member after member to their graves. As far as I know, I’m the last one left.”

“Whoa..” Micky was in shock, Koga’s life was unbelievable. “So, why did you spare Scyther’s life?”

“Although he has tried to kill me, and has killed many of my friends, the Fuma clan was built to protect all Pokemon, and that is what I shall do.” In a way it made sense to him but I another way it didn’t. Still, he could see this was breaking Koga on the inside and he left the discussion as it was.

****

Morning light broke. Micky’s father had stayed in a Mauville hotel the night. He slept in the clothes he wore on his way to Slateport, a change of clothes not on him. He ordered a Taxi to Rustboro City Police Station, his mind focused on one thing. Upon his arrival he exited the yellow taxi and stepped forward to the double doors of the huge building. A giant, navy blue skyscraper, the best in Hoenn. A small Jail kept at the roof, training near the middle and the bulk of the force close to the bottom. White, automatic double doors opened for David as he walked forward into the main reception. A giant grey walled room, a grey-green marbled floor leading to a black desk with a ginger haired women at the front. “Hi, I’m David Hardy, I’m here about my son.”

“Your son?” The receptionist wasn’t sure who he was on about.

“He’s missing, thought to be dead….”

“Oh, I’m sorry sir, we haven’t found him yet.” The receptionist felt guilty about not realising immediately but that guilt soon left her.

“Yes, and what are you doing to find him?”

“Well, we have several squads out searching for him, and it was on the news” she replied quickly and desperately.

“OH YEAH, THAT’S WORKING SO WELL” he shouted in anger. Some security guards started to approach, seeing that David could go mad at any moment. “Oh, and what are you guys gonna do?” he asked sarcastically.

“Sir, calm down, we are on your side.”

“YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN. MY SON’S BODY IS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE AND YOU GUYS CAN’T EVEN FIND IT.” On the spur of the moment David’s anger took over him and he swung his right fist at one of the officers, knocking him to the ground in one blow. He then elbowed the other in the nose causing him to bleed as more officers approached. The fight soon ended, he got one more punch in before he was locked to the ground in an arm lock and was soon arrested and being dragged kicking. He used his phone call to talk to his daughter, telling her his situation before being interviewed by an attorney. Purity was called of the incident as well which added more to her guilt.

****

Purity didn’t sleep the previous night, it showed in eyes. Her usually calm, sky blue eyes were red around the blue which was more of a grey blue. She didn’t yawn, it was guilt keeping her up and she didn’t feel the urge to sleep. She wore a black mini skirt that brought out her depression, black boots and a red shirt cut at the belly button. She dyed her hair black on an impulse as her depression and guilt started to show in her dress style. When she finally reached the upper levels of the skyscraper, she was led to a white interview room where she met face to face with Micky’s father, all that stood in between them was bullet proof glass.

“So you’re the ***** who got my son killed?” David’s left eye was black from the trip up there. It was hidden from Purity’s view due to the way he titled his head.

“Look I’m sorry, but you think Micky would want you getting yourself arrested?”

“You think Micky liked being killed because of some *****?”

“Look I’m sorry and…” She couldn’t think what to say, she knew it was hurt fault no matter how much she tried to convince herself it wasn’t her fault. Right then she burst into tears and ran out of the room, unable to talk to him anymore.

****

A week or so had past. Micky’s father remained in prison due to constantly attacking the guards. Purity had given up Pokemon training and was back at home, still living with her Pokemon as pets as well as her parents. During the week Micky had made much progress as along with his Beedrill. The other Pokemon had finally learned toxic. Scyther, Nincada and Micky had been getting along well to, learning moves from each other, Micky had even picked up how to do techniques from them so he could tutor other Pokemon it. More importantly, Micky had much more enhanced senses and abilities. The week of hard training with only five hours sleep a night paid off. He was going to face Koga one on one. The agreement was, if he could take Koga off his feet just once, Koga would believe he can handle Scyther long enough to withdrawn him back to his Pokeball should he be brainwashed.

The warm Hoenn sun beamed light across the mountain range. The training ground lit up all over, the Pokemon taking shade in front of the tall grass, just out of the suns reach as the prepared to watch Micky and Koga fight. “Are you ready” Koga said in a deep voice. He wore a white robe tied with a black belt around the waist. He held a kendo stick in hand.

“You bet” Micky smirked, slamming his Kendo stick at his palm. He wore the same clothes he’d been wearing all week. He had cleaned them everyday however, finally getting rid of the blood stains. His hair was tied in a ponytail at the back, stretching down to his waist with two curtains dropping at each end, one that was red and one that was blonde. He shook his head to lose his last trail of thought before charging at Koga, his Kendo stick drawn back as he went to crash it into Koga’s skull. In one movement Koga had ducked under this and thrown Micky over his shoulder. Micky had been training a lot for events such as this and using Koga’s back as though it were a floor he flipped himself forward, landing on his feet. Koga, being an experienced Ninja, knew not to turn his back on an opponent and turned immediately, before he’d even straightened his back out. Micky went for a kick to the head with is right leg but Koga just blocked it and grabbed it with his free hand. He went for a sweep with his Kendo stick however Micky jumped this and landed a kick right to the back of Koga’s head. Koga dropped his Kendo stick and grabbed his head. He’d underestimated Micky and never saw it coming, yet he stayed footed. Micky landed on his side after planting the kick but nipped up again and started to attack with his Kendo stick. Koga was caught in the ribs with the first shot but soon started to block with his arms and legs. His flexibility allowing him to block each and every hit until he finally caught it in both hands and broke it in two with his knee and then held the two as weapons.

“****!” Micky shouted backing off quickly. His gaze turned to Koga’s former kendo stick in the corner of his eye as he rolled forward to grab it. The two continued fighting. Neither of the two making any progress on he other until got a small shot to the leg with Koga’s in, the small distraction enough for Micky to take advantage and hit Koga in the back of his head before doing a grounded sweep sending Koga face first to the ground. Although Koga sprung up in only a second later he felt a sense of accomplishment, he managed to get the advantage over a Ninja leader, something for him to be proud of, even though had it been a real fight he’d have been dead a moment later.

“Impressive he said” rubbing his head in disappointment and pain. “But you know had that been a real fight I’d have killed you before you’d even started.”

“Yeah yeah.” Although Micky knew it was true he had an ego and wanted to defend it.

“Well, as I agreed, I will take you back to where I found you, hopefully it’ll bring back memories.” Micky had the same hope. “Just one thing, I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve made good friends with, ‘Rough’ as you call him” he said, using sarcasm fingers as he mentioned Micky’s Beedrill’s name. “And I know you like Kotaro…”

“Yeah…”

“So…I was thinking, do you want to trade?”

“Trade, as in you keep Beedrill and I keep Nincada.”

Onimusha April 17th, 2004 12:09 PM

“Yeah” Koga said with a smile on his face. He’d never really built a bond with Kotaro, he was a newly born Pokemon, only a few months old, and Kotaro didn’t seem to like Koga’s training style.

“Um, what you think Rough?” Micky looked towards Beedrill who was hovering in the shade. He seemed to like the idea, for one, Koga didn’t think Beedrill liked being called Rough, also he preferred Koga’s style of training, he knew what he was doing whilst Micky hadn’t a clue. “He seems to like the idea, yeah sure, why not?” Koga laughed in glee.

“Great, I’ll give you his Pokeball then, come back with me to the cave.”

They made their way to the cave, a long walk, not for Micky’s Pokemon however, all, including Beedrill, were returned to their Pokeballs except Scyther who remained hovering, still not possessing a Pokeball. Upon their return, Koga entered the cave an exited with two Pokeballs. He returned Nincada to his Pokeball and handed the other to Micky. “Use that for Scyther” Koga said. He done just this, withdrawing Scyther, still suited in his armour coat, into the Pokeball. “Never remove that Metal Coat until he evolves. His body isn’t fully functional, the coat keeps him stable.”

“Ok, got it, don’t get rid of the coat.”

“And now for the trade” Koga smirked. Micky removed Beedrill’s Pokeball and handed it to Koga in his right hand and accepted Kotaro’s in his left. He attached it to his belt where Beedrill’s place was and took a last look at Beedrill’s Pokeball before seeing him released from his Pokeball. He waved goodbye before turning away and walking.

“Hey, wait a min, I don’t know where I’m going?” Micky said, realising what an idiot he appeared to be. Koga just laughed.

“Follow me” he said laughing, waving his hand to motion Micky to follow. A twenty minute walk finally led them to a flat stone ground soaked in dried blood. “This is it.”

“Um, this isn’t what I expected?” Micky said confused, expecting to be closer to a city.

“Well, over there” Koga pointed to the north “is Fallarbor Town.” He pointed to the south afterwards and said “And down there is Rustboro City, have fun Kid” he said smirking and tapping Micky on the shoulder. Micky just watched him walk away into the distance, wandering what to do, whether to go north or south, still not sure of who he was.

‘If you wanna Step Up then Step Up cos your gonna get knocked down’ - Drowning Pool, Step Up

Author Notes: Well, less gore than 8, a bit more action IMO, my longest chapter yet. David’s reaction was a bit like my reaction when I heard my dad was dead. First there was just a shocked reaction but as soon as it sunk in I went mental. When’s Micky getting back his memory though :P.


Holy **** It was bigger than 40,000 characters

Ytnim April 18th, 2004 3:27 AM

This is a great Rp I love it!!!! More, more, I want more!!! If I don't get more I'll go on a killing rampage like that scyther!!!!!

Onimusha April 18th, 2004 7:31 AM

lol, *POSTS next chap*

Chapter 10: Re-Union

‘I tried to kill the pain but only brought more’ - Evanescence, Tourniquet.

Kerri sat in her padded room, feeling that life was not worthwhile. She blamed herself for her family falling apart. It was her fault that her mother got killed. Now she felt it was her fault that Micky left to become a trainer and was probably laying face down in a ditch somewhere, and now her father was locked up in prison and it was all her fault, well at least that’s what she thought. She’d sharpened her pencil to the point it could break the skin and prepared to take her life. She hid behind her table, out of the doctors view and pulled back the pencil, ready to stab her left wrist vein. She sobbed a last tear before jamming the pencil down through her vein. Blood started to squirt from around the pencil, all over the white floor of her padded room. She removed the pencil which was soaked in blood before dropping it to the floor. She started to feel numb all over her left arm as the blood started to drain from her. She grabbed the white bars that covered the window and looked over at Shoal Cave in the distance. She’d seen a magnificent bird there once. Ice blue feathers, a dark grey parrot like beak, a snow white breast, stunning red eyes, topped by three dark ice blue feathers. A long magnificent tail that’s trailed through the sky behind its dark grey legs, clawed at the end. She was hoping to see that magnificent bird again, before she died. She placed her hand through the bars and touched the window, soaking it in the red that leaked from her wrist.

****

Micky stood gazing over at the sea. He saw some white birds flying in a flock in the distance as the sun shimmered over the ocean. He still had no idea which way to go. South was Rustboro City and North was Fallarbor Town. He sat for a moment, glancing in each direction before he remembered something. By the waterfall was a cave that intrigued Micky. “**** it, cave it is” Micky shouted to himself, running over towards the waterfall.

The water crashed down hard on the river bank, white foamy water at the base of the waterfall forming from the impact. Micky brushed his hand through the clear water and then stroked back his hair, darkening it in the moisture. The crash of the waterfall covered a rustling sound in the background, however, in a split moment Micky noticed it, jumping to his feet and turning to see a yellow rodent in front of him which looked strangely familiar. He stood about one foot in the air, his ears twitching. They were tipped at the end in black, his eyes beady and black. His cheeks were a rosy red, his nose black and shaped like that of a cats. He dropped to all fours revealing his tail. A yellow tail spiked in the shape of a thunderbolt, chestnut brown fur at its base. His back was striped in chestnut brown fur as well. He started to run forward to Micky, his tail dragging along the ground in a line. He stood at Micky’s feet and then put himself back onto all fours, glaring up at Micky. “Pika! Pika!” he shouted in a loud cute voice.

“What what?” Micky said, not understanding what the little rodent wanted.

“Pika-Pi” he shouted again, pointing his left paw towards the waterfall that led into the cave.

“Hey little rodent!” He shouted. “There is no way I’m committing suicide cos a tiny rat told me to.”

“PI-KA-CHU!!!!!” the rodent shouted at the top of his lungs, pausing in between each syllable.

“Saying it loudly and slowly does not make it any easier to understand dip-****” Micky shouted back at the creature, frustrated with the rat.

“Pika-pi” the rodent replied.

“Get a new vocabulary” Micky shouted back angrily.

“PIKA” the rodent shouted back.

“No!”

“Pika!”

“NO!” Micky shouted back angrily, turning his back to the creature who just ran in a circle in front of him. “Please, ****, Off, Little, Annoying, Rodent” Micky shouted back, pausing in between each word.

“Pika” the little rodent shouted back shaking his head.

“Don’t make me set Scyther on you!” Micky shouted, reaching for his Pokeball. The rodent saw Micky’s hand reach for that Pokeball and seeing that the only way he could get Micky to follow him, he quickly leaped up, grabbing the ball from his belt and dashing off to the edge of the Waterfall. “No little Rodent, come on, I didn’t mean it, come on, give me back Scyther, hey, I’ll you what, if you come with me to Fallarbor, I’ll get you a Pokeball and catch you, how’s that sound?” Micky was fearful of losing what was most likely his most powerful Pokemon. The little rodent just shook his head and dived into the river, being dragged down the waterfall. Micky let out a small sob. “****ing Rat” Micky shouted grumpily, shaking his head and running towards the river, diving in at the end, being taken down by the waterfall.

****

Purity still hadn’t got over the fact that she’d led someone to what was probably his death, she feared she never would. She still had Micky’s bag, it lay in the corner of her room. She would have given it to Micky’s father but since he was in prison, she doubted it would be a good idea. The objects inside would probably get stolen. The one that attracted her attention the most was the golden Pokeball, hidden in a pocket inside the bag. She wondered where Micky got it. She noticed that Micky had plenty of money from his trainer card, still, she’d never seen anything like that Pokeball before. As tempting as it was to take it ,she resisted the temptation, the guilt of getting him killed was bad enough, let alone the guilt of stealing a Pokeball from him. She figured that it could be used in his grave if they couldn’t find his body. She slumped back on her bed, her elegant fox Ninetales to her side. Ninetales had a crème fur all over he body, straight clean crème fur on much of her, in between the tails and breast, a crème mane, fox ears of crème standing at attention, a thick crème breast of fur, a long elegant mane of crème, ruby red eyes, a wet black dog nose and a tail that split into nine, long elegant thick tails, twirling gracefully, each moving with a mind of its own. All of Purity’s belonging from her Pokemon adventure were upon an oak shelf. Her black Pokeball belt with her five gym badges attached to it. Her trainer card laying flat on the shelf, her red Pokedex, now useless, standing upright, opened along with her bag, full of items such as potions and Pokeballs.

****

Micky got washed up onto a rocky bank, well, it felt like a rocky bank. Only a small crack of light broke from the gap that Micky was washed through, still, not enough for Micky to make out where he was. “Little Rodent?” Micky’s shout echoed throughout the cave, any person in there would have heard it. Micky could here some flapping in the distance before he heard the cute voice of the rodent.

“Pika-Pi” He shouted loudly over to Micky.

“Thingy, come on, gimme back my Pokeball” Micky shouted back desperately. He started to crawl in the direction of the rodent’s voice. Micky could see a small light form in the rodent’s direction until it became a fully glowing white light. He could make out the rodent’s thunderbolt like tail, glowing a brilliant white. From this glow Micky could make out some of the rodent’s yellow body. He could see the Pokeball he was after being held tightly in his mouth. “Come on yellow thing, gimme back my Scyther” he said desperately, his hand out hoping for the ball to be dropped onto it. Instead the little creature placed it into his hands and ran off. Micky climbed to his feet and chased after the rodent, unsure of where he was going, only knowing that he had few choices left and only one led to him getting back his Scyther.

The rodent led him deep into the cave. Micky could make out several Pokemon in the shadows, they seemed to ignore the rodent and his presence. He tripped several times, one time was over something moving, probably a Pokemon, fortunately it didn’t react, it just groaned. The little rodent was still running ahead, letting out “Pika” every now and then to make Micky catch up. He eventually saw the mouse stop, eventually catching up to him.

“Ok give me back ball now!” Micky shouted into the rodent’s ear.

His ear twitched and he let out a “Pi-Ka-Chu” as he pointed his finger forward. Micky looked at what he was pointing at and saw a long cliff-face heading downwards. He saw something, a large glowing yellow object, spiky in shape, un moving.

“Um, you want me to do what?”

“Pika-Pi.” He pointed again, drawing Micky’s attention to a girl, lying dead next to the glowing object.

“Sorry little bugger, I don’t raise the dead” Micky said, not shocked at all, seeming to have memories of worse.

“Pika” the rodent said running down some sort of ledge towards the girl. Micky chased after him, determined to get back his Scyther. When he finally caught up to him, the rodent was holding the girls hand, ignoring the Pokeball that he’d stolen, dropping it to the ground. Micky re-attached it to his belt and turned away, climbing up the cliff face. “Pika pi” the rodent shouted.

“What, sorry dude, I refuse to carry a dead person, and to be honest, that glowing object is really creeping me out.”

“Pika Pi” the rodent replied. Micky walked back to him and knelt down beside him.

“Look little Rodent, I’m sorry if this was your trainer, I’m sorry she’s dead, and I’m sorry, well I’m sorry for everything, but do me a favour and **** off, please!” The rodent grabbed Micky’s hand and place it onto the girls neck. He could make out the girls figure, she was thin, probably younger than him. She was wearing a white shirt and what appeared to be jeans. Her hair was a long blonde, getting over his hands. But then he realised why the rodent had made him touch this dead girls neck. She wasn’t dead at all, she was alive, he could feel her neck throb. “****” Micky shouted in shock as he felt her neck throb. “Um, what do I do, she not dead, she, dead, but like not, dead? What the **** am I saying, that makes no sense.” Micky was confused, he didn’t know what he was doing, he’d never paid attention in medical class.

“Pika Pi.” Although Micky didn’t understand he guess it was something along the lines of ‘I’m a Pokemon, how do you expect me to know?’

“Um, CPR, aint that it?” He shouted. He remembered something to do with punching people’s chests. “Um, know, that’s to wake dead people up, um, its…” Micky strained his thought and slammed his fist against the glowing spiky object beside him. He heard the object grunt. “Oh, ****, **** **** **** **** **** ****” Micky shouted, seeing the object starting to move. “Um, the girl” he shouted, slinging the girl over his shoulder and running up a pathway.

The creature started to unfold. Its wings were a bright electric yellow, spiky in shape, beneath it, its feathers were a pure black. Its eyes opened, revealing a sickening dead white, lined with black around it entering a pure black centre. Its beak was a long, orange spiky point, looking capable of ripping through flesh with one swipe. It started to move forward on its orange clawed feet, warning off Micky and the girl he was carrying. As it saw them start to leave, the creature curled back up into its spiky ball shape.

Micky charged forward, unsure of where he was going. He was just following the rodent in whatever direction he went. The cave seemed to be an endless circle. Pokemon that lurked in the shadows hissing at Micky and the mouse for awakening whatever the creature was. “PIKA” the rodent shouted, being a long way ahead of Micky, trying to encourage him to catch up. The rodent clearly didn’t know where he was going. He led Micky through bumpy paths sending him falling. Fortunately the unconscious girl took most of the falls when ever he tripped. The rodent’s tail gave out little light, only enough for Micky to make out the path he was taking and the figures of the Pokemon looking on. The little rodent finally led Micky out of the cave. The light hurt Micky’s eyes as he squinted. He’d adjusted to the dimness of the cave, the sun bore down to brightly as Micky dropped to the ground, dropping the girl on her back as he did.

****

Shane glanced at his Dynamo Pokemon badge that clipped nicely to his jacket. He brushed back his spiky black hair and let out a smirk as he headed towards the cave known as Fiery Path, hoping to get a new addition to his team. He wore crème-brown trousers, grass stains covering much of the left leg from his training with Grovyle, the evolved form of his Treecko. He wore a navy blue short sleeved shirt, a camouflage vest atop it. His Pokeball belt was black, tied around the waist, three Pokeballs attached. He had a brown bag slung over one shoulder. He slowly made his way to the caves entrance. The cave itself was the inside of a volcano known as Mount Chimney. Inside was the home to many fire Pokemon. Deep inside rivers of lava flowed, the veins of Mount Chimney giving the cave the name Fiery Path. Shane slowly removed a flash light from his bag, flicking it on as he took his first step inside the cave. The air was much different than on the outside. It smelt thicker, smog like. Shane could feel the water droplets in the air, any water inside the cave had surely evaporated from the heat. He couldn’t make out much in the cave, the flash light was too small to light up much more than the ground he was about to tread on.

Shane heard a small rustle. He turned his flashlight to its source as fast as he could but saw nothing. He heard the rustle again. He turned the flashlight again, still no sign of where the movement came from. Nervously, he made his way forward again. The rustle continued, Shane kept turning to see where it came from but to no avail. Eventually, he was drawn to a passage way. Smoke was rising from the ground which felt rough, like it were a sandy path. His flashlight started to flicker. Micky tried to smack it stable again with his hands but failed to influence it in anyway as it finally went off, leaving Shane in dark. He held his hands out, rubbing them against the cave walls, trying to keep himself in a straight line. He felt something brush across his leg. He quickly slammed himself to the walls edge, trying to stay out of the way of whatever had rushed past him. He heard something cry “BEE!!” e reached for his bag and removed his Pokedex. As he flicked it open the small light it cave out revealed enough for him to see something right in front of him. He backed away quickly, sliding on his *** through the sandy trail. The creature started to step forward, stepping on the buttons of Shane’s Pokedex.

“Ok, get away or I’ll get my Pokemon on you” he said in a threatening voice, reaching for one of his Pokeballs. The creature started to growl, small drips of fire started to fall to the ground from the creatures mouth. Shane kept backing away, his right hand clenching the metal sphere in his hand tightly, tapping the activation button, ready to defend himself should the creature attack him. He brought himself to his feet quickly and started to run. He could hear the creature charging behind him. He turned his head to his behind, seeing the figure of the creature still charging after him. He went to open his Pokeball but caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. He turned his attention to the amazing sight in front of him.

****

Kerri gripped the white bars tightly, feeling her body go numb. She pressed her head in between the two bars she clenched, tears running from her eyes. She suddenly felt the urge to look away and threw herself onto her bed, bleeding red onto the blankets. She didn’t know why but she covered her eyes. She heard a huge explosion to her side. A beam of light crashed through the padded walls. Kerri prepared herself for whatever was going to come through the gap in her wall. She expected the creature from her nightmares, the one that killed her mother. However the head that stuck itself through the wall was not the sick twisted face of Rayquaza. Instead, she saw a cute little head pop over. The creature’s sapphire eyes looking so innocent and caring, the golden fur that sat atop her head making her look like an Angel.

Latianne started to speak to Kerri in her mind.
‘Come on Kerri, the doctors will be coming through there soon’

‘Who are you?’

‘Well, your brother calls me Angel.’

‘You know Micky?’

‘Yes, now come on!’

Kerri took her chances with the creature, trusting what she said. She jumped onto the Pokemon, gripping her neck, staining it with the blood from her wrists. Latianne flew off before any of the doctors could break through the door. All they found was a lot of wreckage and blood.

****

Onimusha April 18th, 2004 7:31 AM

Shane stood in awe. What appeared to be an endless river of lava washed along in front of him. It glowed majestically, lighting up everything near it. The heat was practically unbearable however, making Shane cover his eyes and try to turn from it. He was met by the creature that was chasing him. The Pokemon stood about two feet in the air. He had a small tail, small legs and small arms, all the same length as each other. Much of the creatures body was a light red, all of it except his stomach and lips which were a light yellow. The creatures eyes were white centred with black. His head was puffed up in bulges as though it were popcorn building up inside a bag. His claws were white, three on each hand and foot. The creature opened his mouth. “Magby!” he shouted, trying to force Shane to back away. Shane done just that but also threw his Pokeball to the ground. He was after another member of his team and now was the time to get him.

“Grovyle, Go!” Shane shouted at the top of his lungs. The white glow started to form into the shape of a gecko. Upon Grovyle’s wrists were three turquoise leaves, two sticking in opposing directions, one staying straight above his arms. Much of Grovyle’s skin was a light green, starting from his streamline head to his two-toed feet. Grovyle’s eyes were a sickening yellow, a tiny black dot were his pupils were. At the top of his head started a long turquoise mane that stretched all the way past his tail. His tail itself was like two long turquoise leaves, stretching long behind him, slightly tapping the ground. Underneath the chin of Grovyle started an orange coloured skin, travelling all the way down to his stomach which then rounded, one green line through it. Grovyle hissed at creature that stood before him. The two were of similar height, however, Grovyle was the quicker of the two, starting the battle off by jumping over the creature, stepping over his head as a taunt.

“Grovyle, Slam that thing with your tail.” Grovyle’s leafy tail hardened as he twirled to hit the creature across the face. A loud slap-like sound emitted as the tail of Grovyle connected with the odd shaped head of the creature. The creature retaliated simply by jumping onto Grovyle’s back. Grovyle tried to shake him off but as he did one, his left arm caught on fire. “Grovyle, Leaf Blade” Shane shouted. Grovyle stalled for time, letting the leaves on his wrist catch on fire before slinging his fists sideways, intentionally missing the creature with his fists, letting the flaming leaves slash along the creatures face, drawing red blood as he did. The creature fell to his *** as Grovyle tried to shake the flames off of his body, eventually successful when he rolled on the ground. “Nice work Grovyle, now Zubat, go!” From Shane’s Pokeball a bat came. It had small wings, lined with lavender on the inside. Most of the bats body was a dark purple. He had two small fox-like ears, lined with the same lavender as its wings on the inside. The bat had a thin body leading down to two small feeler like legs, not capable of anything more than feeling what it touched. The creature relied on sound to determine where she was going. She opened her mouth to let out a supersonic pulse and sensed where the creature was. She bore four sharp teeth inside a pure black mouth that dribbled a purple acid in place of saliva.

“Zubat, Poison Fang!” The bat charged forward, fangs out as far as they could go, secreting a purple liquid from inside her gums. As she went to clamp down on the opposing Pokemon, he just dodged out of the way, releasing a fire ball from his mouth at the back of Zubat. She let out a huge cry as the flames started to burn her skin. Seeing his fellow Pokemon in trouble, Grovyle threw himself at the back of the fire breathing foe, sending him to the floor face first. Pouncing on her opportunity, Zubat slammed her body into the back of the creature before biting into the creature’s neck as though she were a vampire, sinking the poison into the blood stream of the strange creature. Shane pulled a Pokeball out of his bag and threw it at the weird creatures head, sucking him into the sphere. The ball rocked three times on the ground before it finally sparked, indicating that it had locked the creature in. Shane then withdrew his other two Pokemon, placing them onto his Pokeball belt with his newest team member.

He slumped down to the ground, rubbing his sweating eyebrow clean. He saw bubbles start to form at the surface of the lava river. As one bubble popped a new one formed. The started to pop and form faster and faster until Shane saw something rise. Its body was a rounded orange-yellow shape, rising from the ground. Two large flame like wings rose from the lava. Yellow-orange feathered with flames. The creature rose its long rooster like neck from the lava revealing a slender long beak attached to a small rounded head. A mane of fire trailing down its neck. It turned it’s attention to Shane. The creature started to flap it’s huge wings, lava dripping down it’s body, splashing onto the lava river below. Eventually, two long legs were revealed from the flames. A dark orange in colour, three claws on each foot. Shane thought more lava was going to fall but it turned out to be its tail, a long yellow line of fur, seemingly on fire. It’s eyes pierced through Shane’s body as he slowly backed away. Shane wasted no time in running down the path he came from, trying to get away from the giant flaming bird. He picked up his Pokedex from the sandy path and headed into the pitch black.

****

Micky had followed the rodent down the side of a mountain, the girl slung over his shoulder. He didn’t know why he was still bothering with the rodent. Maybe he felt sorry for him or maybe he was attracted to the girl. Either way, he was following the yellow mouse down a long path. He saw a sign saying ‘Route 114’ but it was a long time ago and he was probably off of it. Micky was starting to tire. He was in good shape but he was not used to carrying people as he hiked, and he was nowhere near muscular. “Please let me sit down, your trainer’s heavy” Micky moaned to the mouse that charged ahead of him. The rodent just ignored him, continuing to run ahead. “Hey, don’t blank me!” Micky shouted, annoyed that the rodent has ignored him previously.

“Pika Pika” he shouted back.

“Look, why don’t you evolve, and carry her?” Micky shouted back sarcastically.

“Pika!” The rodent proceeded to run ahead of him again as Micky followed. Eventually, the rodent stopped, letting him rest. The rodent brought him a berry of some kind, probably a token of thanks. Micky accepted it, enjoying its sweet taste. The girl started to stir, tossing and turning and making small noises. Micky didn’t know what to think of this but the rodent simply ran over to her, tapping her, trying to get her conscious.

“Come on thingy. We better get her to a hospital or something, she starting to spasm.” Micky slung her over his shoulder again. “Come on, you lead the way, I got amnesia, I dunno where I’m going.” The little rodent ran ahead of Micky, leading him along the path further. It was at least a thirty minute run before Micky finally saw signs of civilisation. A wooden bridge went over a river leading out of the mountain side, probably connected to the waterfall that Micky came from initially. Beyond that bridge Micky could see some sort of town. “Nice work rat, you finally done something right.” The yellow mouse seemed to take offence to Micky’s comment and shocked him slightly, making him drop the girl as he did. The girl’s head hit the ground head first, not that Micky noticed, he was too busy fiddling with his left index finger where the rodent had shocked him. “You little ****” Micky shouted, only just noticing the girl starting to move. “Crap, she waking up!” Micky shouted, dropping to his knee’s to try and wake her up.

“Pika Pi” the little rodent shouted, probably saying something along the lines of ‘thank you captain obvious.’ Micky started to slap the side of her face, trying to get her to wake faster. As her eye’s opened she noticed Micky slapping her. She hit him as hard as she could with her right fist, thinking he was attacking her. Micky fell to his side grabbing his left cheek as the girl got up and grabbed her rodent and started to run. The rodent slithered out of her arms and ran back to Micky, checking on him.

“Pikachu, come on” the girl shouted in a sweet yet worried voice.

“Pika” the rodent named Pikachu shouted in defiance.

“Why aren’t you coming?”

Micky shoved the Pikachu out of his way. “Cos *****, I was dumb enough to save your life” Micky shouted, grabbing his cheek in pain. “Ah ****, you got and strong right hand” he shouted again, spitting in pain.

“Wait, you saved me?” she said, her voice now confused.

“Yes” Micky growled. “Hence me saying, I was dumb enough to save you.” Micky turned his attention to Pikachu. “God, I can’t believe you wanted me to save this *****” Micky shouted. Pikachu seemed to take offence and bit him in the ankle. “Ah ****!” Micky shouted, kicking at the rodent.

“Pikachu stop” the girl cried out. The rodent stopped biting Micky and ran over to his trainers side.

“Ok, that’s it little Rodent” Micky shouted, pointing to the Pikachu. He bent down to grab his ankle. “I swear to you, one of these days, I’m gonna kill you!” Micky threatened.

“Ok, calm down, sorry for punching you, I thought you were like, trying to do something to me” the girl shouted, frustrated at the little battle that was going on I front of her. “I’m Karen Parkerson” sticking out her arm, for a hand shake. Micky just ignored it.

“I’m, um” Micky started to think, trying to bring back memories of his name. “I dunno, for the past week I been referred to as Kid. That’s about all I know” he said bluntly, still gripping his cheek.

“You don’t know your name?” Karen giggled.

“I got amnesia ok” Micky growled.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Karen said, shocked.

“Yes, I am” Micky said angrily. “Anyway, what was with you and the unconsciousness-ness?” Micky asked, getting himself into a tongue twister.

“Well, I saw that glowing object, and when I went down to it, some floating rock down something to me, and then, I like, fell asleep” she said, not sure of herself.

“Great, freaking great, I carried a sleeping girl out of a cave thinking she was dying” Micky said, banging his hand against his head in anger.

“Look, come with me to Fallarbor, we can find out who you are and stuff” she smirked.

“Whatever” Micky said, not bothered.

****

Latianne landed outside Professor Birch’s lab with Kerri on her back. Latianne’s fur coat was soaked in the blood of Kerri. She’d tried to stop the bleeding but to no avail. Fortunately, she knew Birch would be able to help. She indicated to Kerri to go into the lab and spoke to Birch through her mind, telling him what had happened.

“Why did you do this to yourself?” Birch questioned, his hand covering the wound, squeezing tightly. Kerri tried to do some signs to tell him what happened but Birch failed to understand. Eventually Latianne explained she was a mute. “So your Micky’s brother?” Birch asked, bandaging her wrist at the same time. Kerri nodded. “I know you must think he’s dead, but Latianne has assured me that she’s positive he’s alive, she just can’t locate him because he doesn’t seem to know who he is.” Kerri sighed in relief, a good excuse for why Micky was missing.

****

“Hi, I’m looking for the missing people’s department” Micky said bluntly to the receptionist at the Fallarbor police station.

“Do you want to report a missing person? If you do can you fill out this form” the receptionist said handing a paper and pen to Micky. “You have to wait for them to have been missing for twenty four hours however.”

“No” Micky said, dropping the pen and paper to the counter. “I am a missing person, I wanna report me being alive!”

“Ok, what’s your name?”

“I don’t know!” Micky shouted desperately. “I got amnesia.”

“Ok, do you know what the situation was when you went missing?”

“Yeah, it had something to do with a Scyther.”

“Wait, you say a Scyther?”

“No, I said a Pikachu, what do you think I said?” Micky growled sarcastically. The women picked up a phone and started to talk to someone on the other end, saying she thinks she’s found the boy who got killed, and he hasn’t been killed.

****

Night was about to fall, Micky and Karen just sat around on the ground. All of Micky’s Pokemon were out of there balls, the same with Karen’s. Micky recognised her Pokemon from somewhere, but he still couldn’t figure it out. She had some sort of duck Pokemon as well as the little rodent known as Pikachu. The duck flew about, his outer feathers were a pale brown, under his wings and at his breast were crème feathers. His beak was a duck bill where he carried a leek. Micky was asked to wait there by someone apparently. He still had no idea why but he agreed, curious to see who it was that wanted to see him. In time a yellow taxi pulled up next to them. Micky got to his feet, ready to greet whoever it was. All of his Pokemon stood still, waiting to see who it was, Ponyta and Butterfree having a decent idea of who it was. Karen got to her feet and stood beside Micky, coming up to just under his shoulder. The door opened. Micky saw one leg come out first. Slightly tanned before another came out. A girl exited and Micky recognised her immediately, feeling memories start to come back. The girl smiled and hugged Micky as hard as she could, feeling all the guilt leaving her. “I was so worried ‘bout you Micky” she said happily, almost in tears of joy.

Micky hugged her back. “God that’s right, I‘m called Micky” he said, finally remembering who he was. He left the hug and turned to his Ponyta. “And your Strider” he said smirking. Ponyta shook her head as if to say ‘You had to remember didn’t you.’ Everything started to flow back to Micky. Purity picked up two bags from the backseat of the taxi and handed one to Micky. “I’m guessing this is mine” Micky said sarcastically, feeling a little overwhelmed as his memory started to come back.

“Yeah” she smirked. “I’m guessing you found him?” Purity said turning her attention to Karen.

“Actually, he found me” she smirked back.

“No, actually, that annoying rat over there” Micky interrupted, pointing to Pikachu “found me and dragged me through a cave until I found her” Micky said, pointing to Karen.

“So, why didn’t you tell someone sooner?” Purity asked, trying to figure out why Micky didn’t just go to a police station immediately, instead of waiting a week.

“Well, I got a bit of memory loss, of course, seeing you brought back quite a bit” he smiled. He could see the tear of joy in Purity’s eye but then felt his mind go numb.

‘Welcome back’ he heard a voice say in his head, immediately realising who it was as everything started to flow back.

‘Hi Angel’
he thought to himself.

‘Was worried about you.’

‘Yeah, I was worried about me to.’

‘I’m with your sister, I’ll see you soon.’


Micky rummaged through his bag until he found his cell phone. He flicked through his phone book until he found home and clicked call. The phone continued to ring until it finally came to the answer phone. The joy of memory all went when he thought to himself the possibilities of what had happened to his father. He hid his sad emotions from the girls however and just placed his phone back into his bag, claiming he was checking on his messages.

The group spent the night in the Fallarbor Pokemon Center, Micky laying on the top bunk thinking, hearing the girls snores which didn’t help him get back to sleep. It was nice to finally have a change of clothes and a proper shower, his hair feeling so much cleaner after using shampoo in a shower rather than a waterfall. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on sleep, however, all through the night, the whereabouts of his father bothered him. He conversed with Latianne all through the night in his mind, trying to learn every little detail, but even Latianne wasn’t sure of what had happened to his father. In time his mind finally drifted into unconsciousness as his body prepared for the next day.

‘It’s bugging me, grating me and twisting me around’ - Muse, Hysteria.

Well, amnesia sub-plot is over *Be happy Trip* and the trainer story continues. If you haven’t guessed, those three birds will have a big part to play later on. Karen is going to be a permanent part of my fic (Based on the 1st proper follower of my Fic Shiny May) and there’s still a few more characters to be introduced. Micky’s rival Shane makes his 2nd appearance and Micky now has an annoyance with him (Pikachu and Micky, the hate relationship :P). Over all, this chapter was more of a filler/explanation chapter than anything, sorry about that, nowhere near as good as its previous which was one of my favs. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it.


You guys need to sort out your post limits

Onimusha April 26th, 2004 10:46 AM

Chapter 11: A Trip to Lavaridge

‘I see the future and the future is bleeding’ - New Abortion, Slipknot


Micky’s eye’s started to blink open. He heard the spray of the shower, the water droplets pounding against the tiled floor, wondering which of the two girls was in there. He rolled to his right, the blanket sliding off of him as he went hurdling to the ground, landing with a hard thump. “****!” he screamed loudly, shooting pains in his back. Purity started to stir upon hearing the loud thump, finding Micky laying there on the ground, rolling around grasping his back in pain.

She smiled. “De-ja-vu” she smirked, climbing out of her bed to help him up.

“From now on, you sleep on top bunk” Micky shouted.

“Keep it down” Karen moaned grumpily, clearly still tired. It took Micky a few moments to realise that if she wasn’t in the shower, and Purity wasn’t, then who was?

“Wait, Karen, if you’re here, who’s in there?” Micky said confused, pointing his finger to the door that led to the shower.

“Some guy who was here last night” she mumbled, dropping her head into the pillow, her blonde hair in a squashed mess, nothing like Purity‘s which was still as perfect as normal. Micky rolled his eyes practically telling himself ‘duh, its not like we own this room.’ Micky reached under Purity’s bed, grabbing his black bag, removing a set of clothes. Black trousers, two white striping on each side, a black shirt, a white dragon in print upon it. Two white fishnet wrist bands, stretching from the wrist to the top of the arms and his black cap, all in his arms, waiting for the bathroom to be empty so he could get dressed.

****

Micky’s Pokeball belt tied tightly around his waist, his hair dropping down just below his shoulders, his back pack in his right hand, hanging by its strap. The four red and white orbs, Strider, Scy, Kotaro, Free al ready for activation. Micky knowing which ball contained which Pokemon. Fallarbor Town, although large, was nowhere near the size of Lilycove, most likely half the size. There was no Pokemon gym here, in fact, very little to do with Pokemon training. However, Pokemon Contests were a big thing here.

The group were heading to Karen’s house for lunch. Too far for the group to have journeyed to the previous day, quite a walk away, on the edge of the town, several miles from the Pokemon Center. The walk there was interesting. Micky passed several trainers with their Pokemon. Although tempted to challenge them to battles he could tell they were contest trainers just by their style. They would train with their Pokemon, co-ordinating their moves, controlling them with Pokeblocks, the equivalent of Candy to Pokemon.

About an hour later they finally arrived at Karen’s house. It was further out of Fallarbor than Micky initially thought, a good trip down Route 113. The house itself was more of a cottage. Only one floor however very large, probably as large as his home back in Lilycove had they placed both floors next to each other. The outside was painted in white, thick black planks of wood for decoration on the outside like that of a Tudor house. The roof was thatched with brown straw, a chimney puffing smoke out from the roof. The front garden was fenced by a small hedge. More of a boundary marker than something to keep people out. The front garden had many berry plants growing. Micky recognised some of the berries however many were new to him. Karen rang the door bell as a loud chime emitted. A women answered. About as tall as Karen, her hair was black, a lot like Micky‘s, a deep dark colour. Her eyes were blue, standing out from her hair. Too bright a colour to go well with her hair. She didn’t look like Karen’s mother but Micky guessed she was considering the hug Karen gave her. Micky and Purity greeted her with a handshake and followed behind Karen into the house.

The inside of the house was floored with dark oak wood. The walls were painted in light uplifting colours. Yellows and oranges down the hallways. In the living room the walls were painted in Sky Blue. The room itself was cosy. A fire burning on one side. Two sofa’s, both crème with brown pillows upon them. The room had several large pictures. Micky could tell immediately it was people from Karen’s family. Her mother was in one, next to a Ponyta similar to Micky’s. Gold and Silver Trophy’s were inside some form of Trophy case. A chestnut brown Mahogany Case with a thick layer of glass protecting the Trophy’s. A silver lock on the right hand side opened. Micky was tempted to open it but knew it would be rude of him and resisted the temptation to take a first hand look at the Trophy’s. He slung himself onto one of the sofa’s next to Karen.

“I’ll be right back” the women said to the group, disappearing into what Micky guessed was the kitchen. There was a nice smell coming from the room she entered. It smelt like a roast chicken with all the trimmings. Micky was mentally licking his lips at the thought of this, forgetting his worries about his father that he’d kept in so tightly from the girls.

“Take it that’s your mum” Micky said, leaning over to Karen.

“Yeah” she replied bluntly.

“You look nothing like her” Micky whispered, making sure her mother didn’t over hear.

“Don’t be so rude” Purity said loudly, slapping the back of Micky’s head, not so much to hurt him as to say don’t do that.

“Yeah, I’m adopted” Karen replied.

“Ah!” Micky said, everything making sense now. “So, who’s trophy’s are those?” Micky said pointing to the Trophy cabinet.

“They’re mine” a low mans voice said from behind Micky, making him jump to his feet. “Calm down kid” the man chuckled. Micky guessed he was Karen’s father, since he didn’t look anything like her as well. He was about six foot tall. His hair a thick ginger mess. His eyes were brown, welcoming in their own way. He was quite large, a jolly fat man look. He was wearing jeans and a white tank top that revealed his very hairy arms. He was stained in some form of oil.

“Dad, get dressed properly” Karen moaned at him.

“I will, I was just outside sorting out the car.”

‘That explains the oil and the sweat smell Micky thought to himself.’

“So, what are these trophy’s for?” Micky questioned.

“Pokemon Co-ordination.”

“Wait, you’re a Pokemon Co-ordinator?” Micky asked.

“Well, I was. I’ve stopped now. Leaving it to my son and daughter now.” It took Micky a moment to figure out that Karen must have been a co-ordinator and took him several moments to realise she had a brother.

“Wait, you have a brother?” Micky said turning to Karen.

She sighed a “Yeah” showing her distain for him.

“Yeah, he’s in his room. Karen, why don’t you introduce them before lunch.” Karen sighed and got up, heading out of the lounge, Micky and Purity following behind on instinct. Karen led them through the hallways again until the reached a white door marked with a red sign. In white it said ‘Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be shot again.’ Not exactly welcoming but Karen walked in without knocking anyway.

“Hi Mark” she said grumpily. A boy of similar height to Micky stood in front of them. He looked to be the same age. His skin a pale white, creepy, seemingly like he was dead. His hair was a short jet black. His eyes were brown, quite similar to his fathers. He looked like he was related to Karen’s parents. He was wearing a black shirt, grey sweats and white sneakers. His room had posters all over it of music bands. Drowning Pool, Metallica, Slipknot, however, one thing caught his attention. Something that looked like a punching bag. It was about five feet tall. A purple-blue. It was rounded at the top, getting thinner as it got down to the bottom. Micky couldn’t help himself. He approached it.

“Cool, you got a punching bag” he shouted. Mark was about to say something but before he could Micky was testing it out. He smashed it hard with his right fist. It dropped down onto its back before shooting back up and colliding with Micky’s crotch. He fell to the ground, grasping his privates in pain. “Your punching bag attacked me” he shouted. It only took him a moment to realise it must have been a Pokemon and it was only a moment later that he got confirmation.

“WAA-BAA” the creature shouted. His eyes opening to reveal two tiny black dots. Nothing compared to his huge mouth which revealed a massive rosy pink tongue.

“Let me guess” Micky said sarcastically, feeling out of breath from the pain he was feeling at his privates. “Woba the Punching bag Pokemon” he said sarcastically.

“Actually he’s a Wobbuffet.”

“Whatever the **** he is, I demand vengeance” Micky shouted, bringing himself to his feet and running at the Wobbuffet, kicking him in the head. Wobbuffet just fell onto his back and sprung back up, head butting Micky in the groin again. Micky grasp his privates again, jumping up and down in pain, making sure he didn’t fall to the ground.

“Ok, stop” Mark said. “Your not gonna harm him more than he harms you. He‘s got a unique way of doing double the damage inflicted against him back at the aggressor.”

“What the **** did you say?” Micky said, confused at what Mark had just blabbed.

“Anything you can do he can do better” Mark replied bluntly.

“Oh really?” Micky said, as though it were a challenge. Micky approached Wobbuffet once more and punched him in the head. As he saw Wobbuffet drop to the ground he jumped out of the way, letting Wobbuffet miss him. “Ah, in your face punch bag” Micky laughed aggressively, pointing his finger at Wobbuffet’s head. Wobbuffet, seeing an opportunity to inflict pain back at Micky opened up his wide mouth and clamped down on Micky’s finger. Micky cried out in pain, trying to push Wobbuffet off of his finger. Wobbuffet refused to relinquish his finger until Mark told him to. Micky jumped away from Wobbuffet, shaking his finger, still grasping his privates in pain a the same time. Purity slapped him on the back of his head. Not so much to inflict pain, more of a ‘Stop being a twat’ slap.

“Do you mind Purity, I’m in enough pain as it is” Micky snarled at her.

“You quite down hitting Wobbuffet?” Mark asked sarcastically, finding humour in Micky’s stupidity.

“Yeah yeah” he growled, dropping to the ground on his ***.

“Ignore my idiotic friend here” Purity said, putting her hand out to Mark. “I’m Purity.”

He shook her hand. “Pretty name” he replied. Karen shook her head in disgust, seeing her brother had taken interest to Purity. Micky would have as well, but he was to focused with himself and the punching bag like Wobbuffet.

Karen, Micky, Purity, Mark all sat at a long wooden table. The surface was smooth, well carved, only broken by the navy blue table mats that lay in front of each of the teenagers. Micky sat facing Purity, Karen and Mark growling at each other across the table. Micky was sat next to Karen, not particularly comfortable since Pikachu was at her feet, his tail brushing against Micky’s trousers, unnerving him. Karen’s mother started to advance from the door, a large silver plate holding a golden brown turkey. Behind her, Karen’s father advanced, two plates, one in each hand, the trimmings of what looked to be a delicious roast. “Wow, this looks delicious” Purity shouted enthusiastically. “How long did it take you Mrs…um” Purity trailed off.

“Parkerson” Karen’s mum interrupted, taking a seat at the far end of the table, her husband seating soon after her on the opposite end. “But just call me Anna.”

“Ok Anna” Purity smiled. “So how long did this take?” she asked quizzically, looking in awe at the golden brown turkey, sweet smelling smoke rising from it. Karen’s father went up to it with a knife a fork in his hands, starting to cut it apart.

“So, what do you kids want?” he asked, cutting into the side of the turkey.

“I’ll have a leg dad” Mark said immediately.

“Mark, let our guests choose first.” Micky had recently noticed Mark’s interest in Purity, an immediate sense of competition fell over him, even though he didn’t even really know if he liked her that much, after all, she had almost got him killed. Still, Micky felt he had an enemy in him.

“I’ll have a leg please” he smirked, trying to spite Mark.

“Ok then.” Micky soon received the turkey leg, much to Marks distain. Karen took the other leg, just to annoy her brother, although Purity was reluctant to choose before him, showing her interest in him as well.

It took almost an hour before the group had finished everything. Micky and Mark had started an unofficial ‘Who can eat more contest’, Micky losing by several potatoes. Micky was fighting the urge to burp, Mark looking pretty satisfied with himself, glaring evilly into Micky’s eyes, almost telling him ‘You can’t win.’ Karen and Mark helped take away the plates whilst Micky got out of his seat, trying to shake off the stuffed stomach feeling he had. Purity started stroking Pikachu, tickling his rosy cheek, much to Pikachu‘s delight. Both Karen’s parents had disappeared into the kitchen to help their children leaving only Micky, Purity, Pikachu and Wobbuffet in the room. Micky was tempted to make some kind of move but Wobbuffet’s eyes were glaring at him, making him feel uncomfortable and distracting his attention.

****

The four of them sat in Karen’s garden. The time was nearly three in the afternoon, the sun pounding brightly on the soft green grass. All the Pokemon were out of their Pokeballs. Scy was off doing his own thing, far from Micky’s view, whilst Kotaro, Free and Strider were playing some form of tag game with Kirlia, Ninetales, Bellossom, Pikachu and Farfetch’d. Wobbuffet and Micky were participating in a staring contest, neither of them taking their eyes off of each other. Mark was busy trying to charm Purity, Karen was keeping her eyes on the Pokemon, occasionally turning to the group, ashamed to look at them. She could sense some sort of rivalry building between Mark and Micky, in a way she was glad it was happening. She didn’t like her brother because he always seemed to be the favourite. He was her parent’s real son, he was always better at contests, he was always the smarter one at school, he was older and got more privileges. She also had some distain for Purity as well. She seemed like a total **** to her, always confused as to how her parent’s named her. She also disliked Micky as well. He always acted like a total idiot, although she was starting to believe it was natural and not just some façade, and he hated Pikachu. However, she did like him for carrying her out of that cave after a Pokemon had put her to sleep, so, in a way, he was her favourite.

As night began to fall, Micky and Wobbuffet were still left staring each other. Micky eyes telling the story, looking bored and in pain. The Pokemon had returned from the game, now laying down, resting their bodies. Scy was still out doing his own thing. Purity was still leading Mark on, much to Karen’s distain, no matter how little she liked him. The group were now focused on Micky and Wobbuffet. “Micky” Karen shouted loudly, almost singing his name as she did.

“What?” Micky growled, not even slightly moving his head.

“Dinner time is soon, and the amount of food you ate today, I’m guessing you like my mum’s cooking.”

“I’ll eat when I beat Wobby here” Micky replied, still in a grumpy growling voice.

Purity wondered over to Karen a whispered in her ear “That’s not gonna get his attention.” She then wondered directly behind him and grinned, enjoying her idea. “Micky” she shouted, enticing Karen, Mark and the Pokemon to see what her plan was.

“What Purity?”

“Turn around.” Mark and Karen let out sighs of disappointment, expecting something better.

“No” Micky replied bluntly.

“Pikachu, come here, help me get Micky to turn around” she said, slapping her knee to get Pikachu to run over to her. Pikachu started to advance to her.

“You really think your gonna get me to turn around just to see that annoying yellow rat?” he spat sarcastically.

“Hey Pikachu, give me back my bra” she shouted in desperation. It only took Micky half a second to turn and another half to realise he was a total idiot for turning. She smirked evilly. “Got ya.” Micky shook his head in disgust with himself. Mark seemed to find humour in falling for it as well.

“*****” he spat evilly. He then turned his attention to Wobbuffet. “And you Wobby, I’m gonna beat you at something one of these days” he shouted aggressively, poking him. Wobbuffet poked back harder, living up to his competitive personality. “And you Pikachu” he said turning to the yellow rodent. “I’m gonna do something to you” he said slowly. “Just don’t know what” he said evilly, getting to his feet and walking back into Karen’s house, annoyed that the last few hours he’d spent in the staring contest with Wobbuffet had failed. Purity felt a little bit guilty considering how long Micky had spent on that staring contest but she knew it was for the best since he stood no chance of winning.

****

Onimusha April 26th, 2004 10:47 AM

The group stayed for the night. Micky and Mark sharing one room, Karen and Purity in another, neither Micky or Karen pleased with the arrangement. Micky was busy trying to shake off the bloated feeling from the amazing dinner the group had as he lay on the soft mattress. The bed was cool, the window had been open all day, finally closed at Micky’s request. “You like her don’t you?” Mark said, half chuckling it. Micky stirred for a bit, taking a moment to figure out what he was saying.

“Who?” Micky replied, knowing he was on about Purity, still, feeling he should make sure.

“You know you idiot” Mark replied sarcastically. “Karen, you got the hots for her, I can tell.” Micky took a few moments to take this in. He was busy trying to come up with a reason for not liking Purity as he spoke, it took him several seconds to finally reply, all the proof Mark needed to believe Micky fancied Karen. “See, I knew it. You fancy my sis.”

“I..” Micky really hadn’t the mental capacity to think up an answer so he just stopped there, laying back on the pillow. He could here Mark laughing through the night under his blanket, finding humour in believing that Micky fancied his sister.

****

Micky dressed himself. From what the radio had said the previous night it was going to be a warm day. He wore a long sleeve fishnet shirt, basically a thin laying of red over his skin which was half visible through the netting. He stuck with his normal red striped trousers and tied his hair back in a pony tail. Mark was half dressed, a tank top and white boxers. His hair was a scruffy mess from the previous night, he’d probably slept funny. He barged into the on suite shower before Micky, not showing any courtesy. Micky was stuck in an uncomfortable position, with the ever annoying Wobbuffet. He decided not to bother waiting for Mark to complete his morning routines and wondered out into the hallway. No one else was awake. Just Micky. He could hear the girls, a light snoring, cute in a way, coming from their room. Micky wondered further, looking in around in the lounge. Still no sign of anyone. He flicked on the television, lowering the volume as soon as he could so that he didn’t wake anyone.

“This is Channel Four news. Today, the world renown Captain Stern has set off on an Expedition to find the legendary Rayquaza” a new reporter announced. It changed from the reporter to footage of Captain Stern speaking. He was by no means a clean cut man. He looked nothing like a sea captain. He had half shaven rugged facial hair around his chin and cheeks. His hair was a mess, much like Marks when he had just woken up and he wore thick black glasses, making him look like a total nerd.

“Yes, it has long been argued whether we should search for this beast” he spoke in a low powerful voice, making up for his wimpy looks. “However, I believe that if we can use the power this creature posses, it would be for the better of the world. I think he would be a solution for the global warming that we have felt recently, and judging by scientists calculations, if we don’t do something soon, the ice caps could melt, causing global floods. Legend says that Rayquaza has the power to control the weather, as written in the prehistoric legends of Kyogre and Groudon, Rayquaza was the one who controlled the immense weather effects these beasts put upon this world and sent them away. If we can raise him again, I believe he can stop the global warming that is sure to get worse.” This program was intriguing Micky quite a bit. A legendary Pokemon being searched for. Sounded like a worthwhile project. “We are going to receive funding from the Uma Corporation and hope to begin our search in a months time.” Micky couldn’t shake the name ‘Uma Corporation’ out of his head. It sounded familiar but he couldn’t think where. He just figured it was something that he still hadn’t remembered from the amnesia.

The broadcast turned back to the reporter. “In other news, preparations for Pokemon International One Hundred have begun. The president of the Pokemon International has promised this to be the greatest spectacle the world has ever seen. If the last one’s is any indication it truly will be. The one held four years ago at the Indigo Plateau of Kanto was voted the best so far in the five hundred year history of Pokemon International. The event, due to be held at Ever Grande City will be the largest ever. It will be done over a two month period, twice as long as all the others. Entrants are required to have obtained all eight badges of either the regions of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Baxton, Meier or Sheddon. Just like all the other Pokemon Internationals, this one will have all three tournaments. Singles Battles, Double Battles and Partnership Battles.” Micky stopped paying attention there, sensing something in the room. He turned to see Pikachu glaring at him from his shoulder. He leaped off of the seat, making Pikachu giggle. He flicked off the television and wondered off towards Mark‘s room, snarling at the rat.

****

Micky and Purity set off again, leaving behind Mark and Karen after an amazing breakfast. They told their plans to the Parkersons before leaving, Purity giving off another flirt to Mark, much to Micky’s distain. Micky gave the middle finger to Pikachu and Wobbuffet when no one was looking before they left. The two of the decided to take the cable car route to Chimney Village and then take a hike down to Lavaridge Town where Micky would attempt his second go in a Pokemon Gym for his first badge whilst Purity went for her sixth badge, clearly out of Micky’s league training wise. Micky was determined to collect all eight of the Hoenn Region gym badges by next year when the Pokemon International came along. If there ever was an opportunity to prove to his father that being a Pokemon Trainer was right for him, it was at the Pokemon International One Hundred.

The route started to get dirty. Micky and Purity had to trudge through ash soaked grass fields. The ash most likely a side effect of being so close to a volcano. It was a very depressive site. Tree’s soaked in grey, fields of smelly ash, no sign of trainers or Pokemon. Micky was starting to see Purity’s reasons for wanting to go through the mountain range. Micky was hoping to see some Pokemon, nice additions to his team of four before he challenged the Fire Gym of Lavaridge. He still had no idea how he was going to manage this. He knew all of his bugs would be extra weak to the flames of the fire gym and Strider had no real advantage in there either. From what Purity had told him, a good strong Water type or Rock type would be his best bet. He’d been looking over his Pokemon’s moves. Scy was probably his best sided with Free. He still intended on using Strider, knowing she could do with some more experience. Micky and Purity had barely said a word to each other since leaving Karen’s home. There was just nothing to speak about. Micky was a bit jealous of Purity’s flirting and he was pretty sure Purity could sense that. It was an awkward situation to be in. Micky only finding comfort in the fact that it could just be his imagination that she could sense his jealousy.

The cable car ride was worse. At least when they were walking they were actually doing something. Now they were trapped together in a cramped box for about twenty minutes with nothing but some weird music in the background that was driving Micky to the point that he wanted to jump out of the car and fall to his death. “So…” Micky trailed off, trying to get Purity to say something.

“So…” she said rolling her eyes as if to say ‘this situation is bad enough as it is, don’t make it worse.’

“You like Mark then?” he said, not so much in a tone of interest, more of a ‘I don’t care this is just for conversation’ tone.

“Not particularly” she giggled. “It’s fun to lead guys on” she smirked. “You fancy Karen from what I’m told” she giggled. Micky felt like slapping himself for not arguing with Mark the previous night. In a way, he thought it was a good thing. It made it seem like he wasn’t interested in her, lifting that awkward ‘I have the hot’s for you’ situation.

“A bit” Micky said, just to convince her he was interested in Karen and not her. She just giggled, shaking her head.

“Stupid little Micky” she smirked in a patronising tone. Micky raised his eyebrow in confusion. “Why didn’t you ask her to come along with us then?”

“Well, um..” Micky was starting to see that lying wasn’t really working for him. “Well, she’s a Pokemon Co-ordinator, and plus I hate that Pikachu.” Seemed like a plausible excuse.

“Whatever” she chuckled. The conversation continued in a similar fashion, making the twenty minute journey go so much faster. As they exited the cable car they could smell the change in the air. They could smell a sweet scent. Almost uplifting. The ash was so much cleaner up here, almost soothing. Much nicer than the thick smog that clogged up much of Route 113. The town look like it was made of chocolate. The buildings were all made of wood, or at least what looked like wood. The ground was flat brown and black rock with some sand paths spread around. What appeared to be the Pokemon Center was more of a weird hotel. All towns are required to have a Pokemon Center but this town seemed to be having a laugh. It was just a tall brown building with ‘Pokemon Center’ painted in black on a sign just outside of it. Still, Purity and Micky made their way to it. The door wasn’t even automatic. It was a basic wooden door. When they went in they were in for a big shock. It was just as nice as the Rustboro Pokemon Center. The floor was tiled in white, shimmering clean. The walls had many paintings over a light red wallpaper. An uplifting atmosphere. A pretty blonde nurse sat watching a television. Micky was about to speak but Purity stopped him. “Down boy” she giggled in a whisper to his ear seeing his immediate attraction to the nurse. “Let me do the talking” she whispered. “Excuse me” she said loudly to the nurse.

“Oh, hi” she replied. Clearly not having to have done anything all day. She made her way to Purity. “How can I help you?” she asked.

“We’re Pokemon Trainers, we were hoping to get a room here” she said bluntly.

“Ah. We rarely ever have Pokemon trainers come by here. There’s very little use for a trainer that this town has. You two are the only one’s who have come by here in a week” she said. “Anyway, you can take a look at the rooms, decide which ones you want.” She pointed to a red door near the back. Micky and Purity made their way through it. A staircase led them up to three different floors, each floor having four rooms each. They both selected top floor rooms. Micky dumped his bag In the room, taking only a jacket, his Pokemon belt and his trainer card. He knocked at Purity’s room, trying to get her to leave her room. He found on the phone. She waved at him to go away which he did. She came out of her room about a minute later. They planned to check out the town for anything interesting.

The town was pretty useless to Pokemon Trainers. More of a stop over or holiday place. There was only one thing of interest. The Mount Chimney Lava lake. Just as it sounds. A Lake of Lava where the volcano could erupt at any time. It had been dormant for almost a thousand years, yet it still, it was clearly active. The lava bubbling, heat rising in smoke clouds. It was an interesting sight for both Micky and Purity. “An ideal training ground” she smirked. Micky hadn’t much of a clue what she was on about and just looked at her strangely. “Around here” she said. “Its rugged, its bumpy, absolutely perfect for training.”

“I guess” Micky said shrugging his shoulders.

“Well come on then, lets train them. After all, that’s why your with me isn’t it. So I can teach you how to be a good Pokemon Trainer. Why your travelling with me aint it?” Well, it was half true what she said. He was travelling with her for that reason. He was also travelling with her because he was attracted to her but he wasn’t going to just straight out say that.

“Yeah, I guess so” he replied.

“Well, you were saying about Solarbeam. Lets see if we can teach your Pokemon it then.” Purity proceeded to throw a Pokeball to the ground, releasing Bellossom. The weird plant like Pokemon that he could swear was wearing a Hawaiian Grass Skirt. Micky threw all four of his Pokeballs to the ground, releasing all four of his Pokemon. “Well, they are all potential Solarbeam users” she said. “Whether they have the mental capacity to learn it or not is another thing though.”

****

It was long and tiring trying to teach it to them. Free seemed to pick it up quickly and had the hang of it. She blasted apart rocks with the powerful beam of light. Kotaro has some idea of what he was doing. His Solarbeam couldn’t break rocks, but he could put dents into them. Strider had only mustered up enough strength to leave a black mark on the practice rocks. Scy, on the other hand, refused to even try, eventually being returned to his Pokeball. The night was falling, both Micky and Purity eventually deciding it wasn’t light enough for the Pokemon to be able to continue, sunlight being the power source of Solarbeam.

Onimusha April 26th, 2004 10:48 AM

They headed back to the practically empty Pokemon Center. The nurse was still watching television, barely greeting them, just put up her hand in a ‘hey.’ Micky waved Purity good night and slung himself onto the bottom bunk of one of the two bunk beds. He drifted into a deep sleep with ease.

Everything started to look hazy. Grey smoke seemed to cloud the grass field which he stood upon. Why Micky was there he didn’t know. He looked around. Nothing, no one except the fog. He reached for his Pokeball belt only to find it wasn’t there. He was still In the same clothes. The red fish net shirt and the black trousers striped with red. On instinct he started to walk forward, well, at least what he thought was forward. He blinked and everything changed. The fields, the smoke, it was all gone. He was in a wooden room. It was large, the size of the bottom floor of a house. It was made entirely of wood. The floor, the walls, everything. There was a table, a water stain upon it. He looked around. Nothing to be seen, not even a door. He step towards the walls, starting to grab at them, scraping at the surface. He turned away from it. His heart jumped and he slammed himself against the wall, trying to create some distance between the two. The person stood at almost seven feet tall. Micky could see nothing. A black hockey mask covering the person’s face. Cold white eyes were visible through the peepholes of the mask. Micky could tell immediately that this person was a man just through his cold stare. White scars were painted on the black mask, looking to be designed for intimidation. This man hid his body under a large purple cloak that hung off of his body, forming rolls. He could see three large bulges where his hand was, hidden under a black glove, the other hand just the same. The cold eyes went from the sick white to the glowing red.

“Michael Hardy” he said in a deep low voice, sending chills down Micky’s spine. He slowly slid to the ground, through fear and astonishment. The man looked down to him. “You have a very big role to play in the future. You and I, we will change his world, together…” he trailed off. He raised his right hand slowly. Micky started to rise up, being lifted telekinetically until he wasn’t even touching the ground. “Do you understand?” he snarled in a much more threatening voice.

“Who, who, who are you?” Micky stuttered fearfully, his eyes widening in terror.

“In time you will know..” he growled. He then proceeded to thrust his left hand forward, sending Micky through the wooden walls.

Micky awoke from his sleep, sitting up so fast that he ended up slamming his head on the bottom of the upper bunk. He fell back onto the bed, his head in pain, yet he was so short of breathe that he couldn’t even gasp a curse word. He gripped his head in pain and rolled to his side. Landing on his knee’s on the floor. He looked up, brushing his hair to the side, allowing him to see properly. Morning light beamed through the white curtains. “I slept that long?” he gasped, still out of breathe from the dream. He heard a knock at his door.

“Are you alright?” Micky sighed in relief. Purity’s sweet voice seeming to make the whole dream disappear.

“Yeah” Micky gasped.

“Ok, get dressed, I wanna make it to Lavaridge soon” she shouted.

“Ok!” he shouted back to her, heading towards the shower.

****

Micky put the dream behind him, classifying it as just another nightmare. The day was going to be cooler than the previous one. He dressed himself in black trousers, double-striped with white. He wore a white shirt, a dragon imprint in black. He had a long wristband of black along his arm, stretching from the starts of his fingers until out of sight under the short sleeves of the t-shirt. It was made like it were a thick spider web, huge gaps visible, worn for fashion and not for function. On his right arm he put a white elbow support on, his arm aching from sleeping uncomfortably. He shook his head like a dog would to get rid of the water in his hair before picking up his bag and carrying it out of the door and down to the lobby of the Pokemon Center. Purity was waiting for him at the bottom. A different nurse sitting at the bottom. The two of them sitting on a green sofa watching the television. Micky slung down next to Purity. Much of the space on the sofa was taken, eh was very cramped up next to her. Micky felt strangely calm being so close to her. Maybe it was something in her perfume. He could smell a lemon scent in her hair, a soothing rush through his brain. Micky turned his attention to the television. It was on the Pokemon Battle Network. They were watching the World Trainer Federation. Most likely the most famous division of a Pokemon Trainer League aside from the official ones that took place every year. It was places like this that money was to be made out of being a good trainer, and good money it was. The W.T.F was one of the most recognised organisations. Many winners of the Pokemon Leagues joined this federation. This was the kind of place Micky wanted to end up in. Earning great money, living the high life, and doing something that he was beginning to love.

“And we prepare to watch what is bound to be a brilliant much for the W.T.F Heavyweight Single’s title.” Micky knew what this meant. It would always be a one Pokemon on one Pokemon battle, except in the cases of the team battles. There were two divisions. Cruiserweight division. Where all Pokemon must weigh two hundred pounds or less, and the heavyweight division, were all weights were legal. The heavyweight division usually being the main highlight of any organisation similar to this. “Tonight, we see Necromancer’s Gengar, known as Poltergeist, take on Johnny Conqueror’s Slaking, known as Ace.” the announcer continued. Micky hadn’t watched this program in ages, not since he was a young child. Still, he didn’t want to see other people living out what he wanted to do, he wanted to do it himself. He nudged Purity. She took the hint and got up. The two of them said goodbye to the nurse and headed out of the door. Micky heard a sick gong come from the television. It was a church bell sound, edited to sound sicker and more freaky. Micky felt it in his spine, the sound really freaking him out, making him think about his strange dream again. He shook his head to get the thought out of his head and stepped out of the Pokemon Center, following Purity.

****

Micky and Purity had made their way down about half of the mountain side. Still, Micky hadn’t seen a single Pokemon. He was starting to get desperate. If the gym leader requested a four on four Pokemon battle he had no idea how he would do it. The mountain was very steep. The only way to keep balance was to use the many rocks that littered the steep grey slope. The air was much clearer than up at Chimney Village. Micky guessed it was the wind blowing the ash away. “Purity” he shouted down to the cute girl who was charging her way down the mountain side.

“What?”

“Can I take a rest?”

“Fine!” she shouted. Micky slumped down on top of a rock. “I’ll see you at Lavaridge Pokemon Center.” She laughed and then continued to run. Micky slowly pulled himself to his tired feet and slowly stumbled down the side of the cliff. Purity seeming to be miles ahead.

Finally, very slowly, Micky had made his way nearly to the bottom of the slope. He could see Purity quite a way ahead, talking to someone. It wasn’t to long before Micky could see what was going on. Purity pulled a Pokeball from her belt and through it to the air, it landed hard to the ground and fro within came her nine tailed fox. Her opponent turned, and Micky recognised him immediately, no blur of amnesia at all. “Wait a sec Purity” he shouted.

“Purity?” the guy smirked sarcastically.

“Yes Purity” she spat back. The guy raised his eyebrow in sarcasm, looking at her dress style. A mini skirt and a shirt cut at the belly button, didn’t quite spell the name Purity.

“Shano is my rival” Micky shouted, jumping down the last ten feet of the slope.

“Micky” Shane said rising his eyebrow at him.

“Shaneo, how’s you bin? Still crap at Pokemon Training?” he smirked.

“Well, that’s settle this with a battle then” he smirked, a Pokeball in his hand. Micky grabbed a Pokeball from his belt, knowing it was Scy. “One on One ok with you then?”

“You bet” Micky growled. He was thinking of this as an opportunity to impress Purity. The both of them threw their Pokeballs at the same time. Scy exited Micky’s Pokeball whilst an odd shaped red reptile exited Shane’s. His head was weird bulges, like popcorn bubbling up inside his head. Micky was regretting his choice in Pokemon, seeing that Shane’s choice was a fire type.

“Magby” the creature shouted.

“Scy” was the growl Magby received in return.

“Scy, hit that ugly ***** with a slash” Micky shouted.

“Magby, flamethrower!” Scy flew towards Magby as the weird creature sprayed a long twirl of red flames at Scy. He barely dodged it but was distracted to much to hit Magby with his Scythes. Instead he just crashed into Magby with his back sending the two to the ground. Scy flew to the air as fast as he could whilst Magby nipped up like Micky usually did when he was knocked to the ground. The two Pokemon faced off again, waiting for orders from their trainers.

“Scy, Fury Cutter!” Micky shouted loudly. Scy flew at Magby with both scythes glinting like the metal coat he was wearing. Scy jammed his left scythe forward, Magby, moved to his side but was caught in the back by Scy’s left scythe. Blood started to draw from Magby’s back as he yelped in pain. Scy then flew up high, right scythe dripping with blood, his left scythe drawn, ready to be soaked just like his right. Magby dropped to his knee’s, and looked up to Shane, almost begging him to return him to his Pokeball.

“Magby!” Shane shouted, as he saw the sun shining from behind Scyther’s body, gleaming onto Magby’s face. Scy’s eyes glinted evilly as he dove down, left scythe pointed sharply, aiming for the chest as he dove down, at lightning fast pace. Magby rolled out of the way on instinct, Scy’s blade jamming into the ground, half way deep into the soil. Micky could see Scy trying to pull his blade out from the soil, using his feet as leverage. “Magby, Flamethrower” Shane shouted.

“Scy!” Micky cried out, “endure” he screamed, not able to think of any other move. Scy clenched his eyes shut as the flames over came him. Scy’s skin started to melt into the steel. He was unable to breath. What was only a few seconds seemed like years. Finally Magby stopped breathing out the flames and caught his breath, revealing a charred Scyther. His entire body was scarred in black, except on the opposite side of Magby, which was still green and silver, although partially charred.

“Magby, another flamethrower!” Shane shouted.

“Scy! Get out of there” Micky shouted. Scy was trying to get his scythe out of the ground but to no avail. The heat overcame him again as he lost all consciousness. When Magby stopped breathing out the flames Scyther was half laying on the ground, only being slightly held up by his scythe which was still stuck in the ground. Micky withdrew him to his Pokeball in surprise. “****” he spat. “Dam it!”

Shane smirked evilly. “I see that you still suck at Pokemon training.”

“So, you beat me once, I beat you once” Micky said cockily. “Next time I’ll beat you Shaneo, trust me!” Micky growled.

Purity shook her head. “Come on Micky” she said grabbing his arm, dragging him out of his stare of with Shane.

****

They arrived at the Lavaridge Pokemon Center. Micky was anxious to get Scy healed before taking on the Lavaridge gym leader. The plan was in fact to be in Mauville city by the end of the day. Micky was unsure if he would be ready for the gym leader in time. He was trying to think of a way to beat a fire gym leader with only two bugs and a fire horse. He took a step into the Pokemon Center, Pokeball in hand and hoped he would be ready.

[/I]‘I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder’ - The Rasmus, In the Shadows

*Yawns* Another slow boring chapter. Well, a build up to the end already (Pokemon League, got the final battle all in my head and everything). Anyways. I assure you the next chapter will finally be back onto the battles etc.[/I]

Ytnim April 27th, 2004 12:34 PM

It was a good chapter even with the lack of battles

Onimusha May 3rd, 2004 10:25 AM

Thanks, anyways, I gonna give you my next one

Chapter 12: Overwhelming Odds

‘Do I have the strength, to know where I’ll go?’ - Metallica, Frantic

“I’m afraid he will be In the Pokeheal for at least the rest of the day” the nurse said to the distraught Micky.

“But, we need to be in Mauville City by the end of today” Purity interrupted. Micky still couldn’t see why Purity wanted to be in Mauville so badly but Micky wasn‘t going to protest against it.

“Well, we could send your Pokemon to the Mauville Pokemon Center, assuming you’d be able to pick it up..” the nurse trailed off raising her eyebrow.

“Yeah we can, come on Micky, we got a gym to beat” Purity said quickly, dragging Micky away from the counter by his hand.

Purity had already arranged the gym battles in advance for the two of them. Micky was to participate in a four on four originally, fortunately, he managed to arrange it so it was a three on three after explaining his situation. Purity was going to participate first though, a four on four battle. Micky took a seat before the crowds would gather. He had a nice position, front row centre, perfect view of the battlefield. A very large arena, this gym would probably be able to hold some Pokemon league qualifier matches. The field itself was the size of a football pitch. It was brown rock, much like that of Chimney Village. There were many holes in it, steam rising from each one. The gym leader was a pretty girl, probably about nineteen or so, about six foot tall. She had sort of a rock girl look. Wearing jeans, ripped at the knee’s and a black t shirt cut at the belly button, a fire symbol on the chest. She was a fiery red head, most likely dyed to suit the gyms fire specialty. It was tied up like it were flames, raise high above her head, eventually dropping down to her shoulders at the ends.

Crowds gathered within the half hour building up to the match. The gym leader, known as Flannery, played to the crowd, waving to them and blowing kisses, even throwing her green jacket into the crowd where a few people fought over it. She was clearly a very popular gym leader, attractive, young, and most likely a brilliant trainer. Micky watched closely, hoping to find a weakness in Flannery’s battle style to even up the odds.

Purity entered, Pokeballs already in hand. A few guys whistled, annoying Micky in a way, but he held in his anger at their behaviour and stayed focused. “The following contest will be a four on four Pokemon battle for the Heat badge. The challenger is allowed to switch between her Pokemon, however the gym leader is not. There will be no time limit to this match!” an announcer shouted. “Trainers, select your Pokemon!” he said. “Go!” he shouted as the two Pokeballs flew into the battlefield. Purity’s ball exploded in a huge flash of blue see-through light forming into a long snake of about fourteen foot. As it started to clear, the creature started to coil herself, eventually standing her head about seven foot into the air, using the other half of her long streamline body as balance. The creature was a clean light crème all over. Two pale red long ear like covers dropping down each of her side from her head, laying on the ground. At her tail was four peacock like feathers, coloured in turquoise, lightened with a shimmering red, scaled in red and blue, like that of a snake, linking slowly to the end of her long body. Her eyes were pure black all over, coated with red. A long crème point stuck up her head, two thin curled lines, like antenna’s, stuck out of the sides of her head.

Flannery had released a small white camel. The same specie Micky had faced In the Premier ball tournament. A small yellow camel, shaped almost like a toy horse. The hump of her back coloured with dots of green, a small tuff of fur on the roof of her head. A Numel. This one was slightly larger than the last Micky had seen. Her eyes stared into the crowd, looking around. There was a few seconds gap between the release of the Pokemon and the battle beginning. Both trainers Pokeballs rolling back to their feet, picking them up and placing it on their belts. Numel looked around at the crowd, locking eyes with Micky for a split second before focusing on her opponent.

“Milotic” Purity shouted. “Water Gun!” The creature opened her mouth, a thick slit across the front of her face, no teeth, as far as Micky could tell there was no tongue, it was just a black emptiness, until a blue spray of water came flying out towards Numel. The tiny yellow camel dived out of the way, narrowly avoiding the spray which drained into the holes on battlefield. Milotic started to sliver her body forward, slowly crawling her way towards the Numel who was cowering in the corner of the battlefield, awaiting an order.

“Numel, Rock Tomb!” Flannery shouted. Micky had seen this move before. A deadly trap, although Milotic seemed to large to be trapped as easily as Free was. Numel, ran close towards Milotic, dodging a second and third Water Gun before leaping into the air, over Milotic’s streamline body, landing hard on the other end. The ground seemed to bulge below her body, Milotic rolled to her side as some lumps of rock crumbling over the surface, breaking the originally smooth rock battlefield. Numel charged forward head first, knocking one of the broken rocks into the neck of Milotic, making the crowd roar for Flannery. Milotic slithered along the crowd. “Numel, tackle!”

The tiny camel charged towards Milotic, her head lowered. “Milotic, Iron Tail!” Milotic threw her body up, the tiny camel running right underneath her, jamming in shock, tripping slightly. Milotic then dropped to the ground and spun herself, her long slender body, right to her tip shimmering in silver before she struck Numel hard with the tip of her hardened tail, sending the tiny Camel into the crowd. Flannery knew if her Pokemon did not return to the battlefield by the count of ten she would be counted out. Flannery doubted if Numel was even conscious after being hit so hard. Still, the camel showed heart, slowly clambering out of the masses, trudging down the steps. The announcer had reached a count of nine, both Purity and Flannery knew there was no way Numel would make it onto the field in the next count, and she didn’t. The announcer ordered a bell ring to indicate the elimination of Numel, much to the crowds dismay. Flannery returned her camel to her Pokeball and then threw another to the battlefield.

From within the Pokeball came a similar Camel, though much larger. His body stood about two metres In the air, two grey volcano shaped humps on his back. His entire body was covered in red hair, except on his sides. Each side of his body had three circular patterns of pale blue. His eyes were glum, almost like he was asleep. Around his face was a large brown nose and mouth, both mixed into each other. “Erupt!” he groaned.

“Milotic, return” Purity cried out, withdrawing her long snake like creature to her Pokeball. She threw another towards the field. Her fire fox Ninetales formed, pacing backwards and forwards gracefully, her eyes focused on her foe. “Ninetales, Will-o-Wisp!” Purity cried out. The large camel just looked glumly as his foe charged forward. Ninetales opened her mouth, moaning something along the lines of tails before breathing out a pumpkin shaped fireball towards her foe, who was showing no signs of trying to dodge the attack.

“Camerupt!” Flannery shouted. The pumpkin shaped ball of flames crashed into the head of Camerupt, still he showed no sign of reaction as the ball broke, tiny fire balls floated in the air around Camerupt, until, finally they exploded, spraying flames all over Camerupt’s face. “Amnesia!” With that, Micky could see it in the dull eyes of the camel. Camerupt rolled his eye’s into the back of his head before blinking, his eyes facing forward again. Micky guessed that this move makes the Pokemon forget any pain it’s in previously. “Now Camerupt, Earthquake!” Flannery cried out. Camerupt took a small leap off of the ground before crashing back onto the battlefield. A long line of cracks started to form in a straight line, heading towards Ninetales. Ninetales tried to jump out of the way but was taken off of her feet by the braking rocks that sprung off of the battlefield. Ninetales lay on the ground, her left fore leg bleeding, not a good sign.

“Ninetales, Quick Attack!” Micky watched as Ninetales clambered to her feet slowly, picking her spot before making a quick dash across the battle field, colliding into the side of Camerupt who had barely moved since being released from his Pokeball, and showing no signs of wanting to change that, allowing Ninetales to knock into his side. Camerupt practically shrugged it off, as though he hadn’t been hit.

“Camerupt!” Flannery called out loudly. “Eruption!” she shouted. Camerupt closed his eyes shut, his body seeming to grow fatter before taking one deep breathe in. His body went completely thing for a moment as large balls of fire started to explode out of his two humps, liquid fire dripping down his sides as more and more balls of fire came out. His body relaxed again, dripping with liquid fire as the balls of fire came crashing down onto the battlefield, several landing hard onto Ninetales. She was soon buried underneath three flaming balls, they were like burning rocks, almost like another version of Rock Tomb. Ninetales moaned loudly as the final explosions of the miniature Armageddon ended. Now all that was heard was the announcers count. A space of about three seconds in between each count until he finally reached the count of ten. He signalled to the person controlling the bell as it sounded, indicating Ninetales’ loss. Purity returned Ninetales to her Pokeball, the heap of burning rocks still lying there.

Purity took a deep thought as to which Pokemon she was going to use now. She was considering Milotic again, since she had the powerful water attacks, and unlike Numel, this Camerupt didn’t like to jump around trying to avoid the hits. On the other hand she could also use Kirlia, a powerful psychic. No matter what, she didn’t want to have to resort to Bellossom who would most likely be destroyed with one hit, being so fragile to fire. She knew time was counting down on her. Flannery opened her mouth and cockily shouted “We aint got all day girl!” Purity made her choice. She grabbed the a Pokeball and hurled it towards the battlefield, thinking to herself if her choice would pay off.

****

Kerri sat on the roof of Professor Birch’s Laboratory, Latianne by her side. She was where she had always wanted to be. She loved Pokemon, and now she was with them. She wasn’t trapped in some padded room, or tied in a strap jacket. She was free. She could wonder through Littleroot Town whenever she wanted. Best of all, she had someone to talk to. Latianne. The could speak through mind, no need for pen or paper, no need for sign language, all thought. She hadn’t been this happy since the day she won her first gym badge. Latianne was in tune with Micky’s mind, almost keeping an eye on him. Latianne and Kerri would help Birch out with the Pokemon, caring for them, keeping their eyes on some of the eggs, even a little bit of research help.

Kerri was even considering trying to become a Pokemon trainer again, maybe if she could some how legally be freed from the Mossdeep Sanatorium. Until then she’d just befriend the many Pokemon she was surrounded by, her favourite obviously being Latianne.

‘Is Micky ok?’ Kerri thought to herself, locking eyes with Latianne.

‘Don’t worry, he’s ok.’

‘What’s he doing?’

‘Watching a battle, well, I think so, I’m just going by his thoughts.’

‘Is he battling?’

‘I don’t think so.’

‘I wish I could read minds like you can…’
Kerri thought. She turned her eyes away from Latianne and focused on working at the lab again.

****

Purity’s Pokeball sprung open, a red glow forming. Both the crowd and Flannery gasped in shock at Purity’s choice. She had chosen Bellossom, the unique flower Pokemon. Micky stood up, wanting to shout to Purity “Why did you choose her?” but before he could Purity had already ordered Bellossom to use Petal Dance. The grass skirt like lower body started flash between silver-blue and silver-purple before Bellossom jumped up, firing two leaves from beneath which also glowed between the silvery colours.

“Camerupt, Eruption!” Again, the large camel seemed to get bloated but before he could even send out his burning rocks of Armageddon, he was hit by the first set of leaves. Small tears in his skin could be seen as blood started to leak out from beneath his thick fur. Bellossom sent out another set of leaves which again connected with the large camel. Micky heard him groan in pain as he began to move properly for the first time. “Camerupt! Earthquake!” Flannery ordered, fear in her voice, knowing that Camerupt was weakening. Camerupt tried to leap into the air but was caught in the face by one of the leaves sent from under the glowing skirt of Bellossom. He fell to his side, most likely from shock than pain. He rolled to his side and eventually back onto his feet, shaking his head to rid the cobwebs of shock out of his brain.

“Bell-a!” Bellossom cried in her cute light voice.

“Bellossom, Sludge Bomb!”

“Camerupt, Overheat!” Flannery cried. Bellossom squirted purple ooze from the two flowers on her head. In a big splatter it collided with Camerupt’s body. Camerupt stood still for a moment, focusing his mind. He began to glow a fiery red and within a moment he spewed a long trail of flames towards Bellossom who was frozen to the spot in fear. The flames went right into her, a silhouette of her figure visible through the thick flames. The attack lasted only a few seconds but as soon as the flames had cleared Bellossom was visible underneath, flailing around, her body on fire. She rolled to the ground, a feeble attempt at clearing the flames. “Now, Stomp!” Flannery shouted. Camerupt made his way over to Bellossom and took a leap into the air before landing feet first on the burning flower. Purity withdrew her to the Pokeball rather than waiting for the count to begin, knowing Bellossom, even if she could stand after the count of ten, had little chance of survival. It counted as a forfeit, returning a Pokemon to its Pokeball during a count so the bell sounded to indicate the loss. Two Pokemon had fallen two this Camerupt and she knew it was time to get a type advantage and threw her Milotic’s Pokeball to the battlefield.

“Milotic! Hit that thing with a Hydro Pump!” Purity ordered. Camerupt knew he couldn’t move in time to avoid this so instead he braced himself for what would be a very painful attack. A couple of bubbles emerged from Milotic’s mouth as water started to dribble from the crack in her mouth. Milotic’s eyes closed, Micky could see her body moving as the water was climbing up her throat. She snapped her eyes open and took one last aim on her target before unleashing a thick spray of water, much wider than a water gun, much faster than a water gun, and by far, more powerful than a water gun. Camerupt’s eyes were closed tight as the water collided with his already bleeding body. He stood his ground, groaning in pain as he endured second after second of the Hydro Pump. After ten seconds he was finally released. He tilted from side to side for a few moments before finally collapsing onto his right side, unconscious. A smile formed on Purity’s pretty face, she’d evened up the odds. Flannery sighed and returned her Camerupt to his Pokeball. She frowned at Purity and threw a Pokeball toward her Milotic.

From within the Pokeball came a slug that appeared to be made of lava. His entire body was glowing red, his body a widening at the bottom as though it were lava spilt from a cup. He had a sick sadistic grin on his face, two red lumps dripping from either side of his mouth. His eyes were glowing yellow, sick beady black pupils. Upon his back was a grey rock shell, just like that of a snails, marked with dents that formed circles. A small flame rose from his neck, in between his head and shell. “Magcargo!” Flannery shouted out to the red blob. “Fire Blast!” The rocky shell on the back of Magcargo’s body glowed red before he breathed out a thick fire ball. The fire ball rolled along the ground like it were a football. As it collided with Milotic, it exploded into an X shape of flames. Milotic’s sight was blinded by the flames and she failed to see Magcargo’s next move. Without order, just through instinct, Magcargo fired a beam of white light. It took no time to collide with Milotic’s body. The attack only lasted a second but the damage was done. Milotic fell to the ground, rolling in pain. Milotic moaned a whale like cry as the announcer began to count her out.

“Come on Milotic, get back up!” Purity cried in desperation. “Please!” she shouted once more. The announcer reached a count of six before Milotic finally raised her head up.

“Rock Slide!” Flannery cried.

Onimusha May 3rd, 2004 10:25 AM

Almost a split second later, through instinct, Purity screamed “Protect!” Magcargo fired rocks from his mouth towards Milotic. The snake like water Pokemon covered her body in what looked to be a see-through blue coat. The rocks broke as they collided with the protective force field. “Ok, now, Water Gun!” Milotic released a thin spray of water from her mouth, connecting with the sadistic face of Magcargo who’s eyes were clenched in pain as he was soaked. Milotic took another deep breathe before spraying another load of water at her foe.

“Return!” Flannery shouted, forfeiting her Magcargo, knowing that something as slow as a slug wouldn’t be able to dodge any more water attacks so only had one option, to endure them, which he was failing to do. “Go, Torkoal!” she shouted soon afterwards, throwing her Pokeball to the battlefields centre. From within came a large tortoise, about half a metre in height, similar in diameter to Camerupt. Her body was a fiery orange, five claws on each toe, shimmering white. Her skin was scaly, lines of grey-black. A tortoise like face, she breathed white smoke from her nostrils. Her shell was a coal black. There were four glowing red stones indented on her shell, surrounding her centre which was a hole, like a volcano. Smoke was also rising from within her shell as well, escaping from what acted like a chimney, the volcano hole upon her back. She opened her eyes, a glowing red evil peepers. She groaned angrily as more and more white smoke escaped from her body. “Smokescreen!” Flannery shouted. More and more white smoke escaped from her body until all that was visible was a black outline of where her body was. The entire battlefield was hidden, Purity was coughing as the smoke started to cover where she was. Even area’s of the crowd suffered the smoke, including Micky who had already covered his face with his sleeve.

“Twister!” Purity shouted, choking out her order. Milotic’s silhouette began to spin. A tornado shape started to form with the smoke, much to the crowds relief as all the smoke that steamed from Torkoal’s body was poured into this twister. The tornado grew stronger and stronger, wind was picking up within the arena, cold and strong. “Now, finish the job!” Milotic leaped out from the Twister, seeming to back flip onto a landing as the tornado moved forward towards Torkoal, sweeping her off her feet and slinging her across the battlefield, her body dragging along the ground roughly. She swung her body to her side and got back to her feet, shaking her head violently, regaining focus.

“Torkoal, Smog!” Torkoal puffed up her cheeks before blowing out. Out of her mouth and hole atop her shell came purple smoke, much like that of the smokescreen, only this was poisonous. Fans switched on to blow the smoke ay from the crowd and towards the battlefield.

“Milotic, blow it away with a Hydro Pump!” Milotic took a deep breath in but as she went to fire out water, nothing came out, just air and a tiny spit. She tried again but failed to conjure up anything. The smog came closer to her and soon she was being choked by the poisonous purple gas. Her moans were heard throughout the gym and by the time the smoke had cleared she was laying unconscious on the ground, being counted out. She failed to hear Purity begging for her to get up and was counted as unconscious, the bell sounding to indicate her loss. It was now down to a one on one. Kirlia verses Torkoal. Purity withdrew her Milotic and threw Kirlia’s Pokeball towards the battlefield.

Kirlia stood at about three feet in height. She had thin legs of alien green, what appeared to be a skirt, which was actually her scaly skin flapped in both directions, a pale white. Her body was of the same colour, tiny in size. Two handless arms stood out on either side, leading from the shoulders to a thin neck. Her head was shaped as a sphere, two brown-red eyes gleaming around the arena. She had a helmet like cover around her spherical head, two sides dropping down over her ears, similar colour as her legs. She had two blood read antenna stuck out from either side like another set of ears, used for emitting psychic pulses. “Ok Kirlia, Psychic!” Her two blood red sensors began to glow white as Torkoal began to rise from the ground. The tortoise looked around desperately, scared out of her mind, never having experienced this type of attack before.

“Torkoal, flamethrower!” She took a deep breath in, still being levitated in the air.

“Light Screen Kirlia!” Purity shouted. Her sensors stopped glowing white and began to glow purple. Torkoal was dropped to the ground, losing balance and stumbling as she fired flames at Kirlia. A ball of see-through purple surrounded Kirlia’s body, the screen about one foot away from her body. The flames clashed with the purple Light Screen and bounced off, firing towards the ceiling, a black burn mark was left as a result. “Ok, now, Hypnosis!” Kirlia’s antenna’s began to glow white again, her eye’s glowing a sick red, enticing Torkoal’s focus.

Torkoal started to rock side to side, her mind going numb. Her eyes slowly closed and she to the floor head first. “Torkoal! Sleep Talk!” Whether she heard the order from Flannery or not wasn’t obvious but her mouth began to move, practically kissing the battlefield. She slowly brought herself to her feet, still snoozing. She breathed out fire balls into random directions, an ember attack. Any that came close to Kirlia reflected off of her Light Screen.

“Kirlia, Hidden Power!” Kirlia’s entire body began to glow a blinding white. Micky shielded his eyes, but saw moved his hand just enough to see Kirlia fire a beam of light from her head at Torkoal, sending her flying to Flannery’s feet. A splash of water was left at the end of it, Torkoal lying unconscious at Flannery’s feet. The young gym leader dropped to her feet and held her tortoise by her head, trying to bring her conscious again but to no avail, Torkoal eventually being counted out as the bell sounded. Flannery sighed and withdrew her Torkoal back to her Pokeball and re-attached it to her waist.

A person behind her handed her a small black box, much like the kind of box you’d store jewellery. Purity was busy hugging her Kirlia in celebration, as Flannery started to walk towards the battlefield centre, box in her left hand. She snapped it open. Micky stood on his feet and looked in, taking a direct look at the beautiful object. It was no bigger than a buttercup flower. It was shaped like a flame, the bulk of it was made of a shiny ruby, around its edges it was golden, it was a Hoenn gym badge. One of the eight required for entering the Pokemon League of Hoenn or the Pokemon International, something Micky was determined to be a part of. Micky was now looking forward to his gym battle, an opportunity to win a precious jewel such as the heat badge that Purity was being presented with. She removed a black case, similar to the one containing the heat badge. Inside Micky could see five badges all lined next to each other as she placed the sixth into the box. She had two more badges to go, whilst Micky still hadn’t even received his first badge. He’d found only weakness in Flannery’s fighting style, her Pokemon lacked speed, that would be his one advantage, his bugs could outrun her fire types. He shook his head and walked off, heading towards the outside, ready to congratulate Purity on her hard fought victory.

****

There was a large pool made of slate stone outside the Pokemon Center. Smoke was rising from the pool, giving it a clouded look. It was open to anyone within the community and their Pokemon, seemed like a good idea to Micky, his Pokemon were resting inside and by it, Ponyta not wishing to dip into the Water and Nincada and Free resting on the soaked sides. Micky patted his Ponyta on her head as he walked over to check on his Pokemon. The old couple who were there before had left, it was now empty aside from Micky’s Pokemon and now Purity’s, the one’s who were still conscious, Kirlia, Milotic and Bellossom, Ninetales completely out of it. The others just injured, resting their wounds in the pool. It was only a few moments later before Purity had dived in, she’d disappeared into a changing room and was out within a few moments in a black bikini, jumping into the pool alongside her Milotic. “These People are right, this is relaxing!” she shouted in glee, partially from her victory and partially from being in the warm pool. Micky just shook his head and petted his Ponyta, thinking to himself ‘you got the best chance of all of us in our match.’

Micky wondered off towards the Pokemon Center again, hoping to get an update on his Scyther’s condition. “Where you going Micky?” Purity asked, leaning on the pool’s edge.

“See if Scy’s ok” Micky said in a nervous tone of voice, knowing in only an hour or so he’d be facing Flannery.

“Nervous aren’t ya?” Purity said cockily.

“Yeah” Micky muttered.

“Nothing to be ashamed of” Purity giggled, guessing he was muttering because he felt it was a sign of weakness. “Come here” she giggled again. “Seriously, loosen up, relax a lil” she said. Micky wondered over to her, more lured to the fact that it was her than the idea of calming his nerves.

“What?” Micky muttered, not believing she could calm him down at all. He had a mental figure of himself in his head, shaking as though he were wrapped in a blanket of ice.

“Hop in, it’s well relaxing” she muttered. “Seriously!” Micky just shook his head.

“There is no way I’m getting my clothes soaked, I aint even got any swimming stuff” Micky said bluntly, breathing half a laugh.

“Oh come on” she shook her giggling. “You know you want to” she said in an enticing tone, still laughing. Micky still shook his head. This time it was more of a ‘I don’t wanna admit I like you’ argument than a ‘I don’t wanna get wet.’ Instead Micky just sat on the edge of it, his *** being slightly soaked. Purity laughed, she had an idea to get Micky into the pool, most likely a way that would take his mind off of the gym battle he would be having. She grabbed him by his hair and threw him in, sending in under the water on his back. Micky gasped for air and desperately pulled himself above the waters surface. He spat out water and then coughed, choking out the last drops before shaking his head like a dog trying to dry its hair. For a moment he actually liked it. He saw it as Purity showing she’d warmed p to him, but he soon shook that out of his head and began to moan about what she‘d done.

“What the **** are you doing?” Micky shouted at Purity who was laughing her head off.

“Laughing at you” she spoke as she continued to giggle. Micky slowly clambered his way out of the pool, Strider moving out of his way, wanting to avoid being splashed with any water. “Oh calm down Micky, it’s only water” she smirked. “And now you don’t need to worry about getting your clothes any wetter so you may as well stay in here.” In a way Micky saw sense in what she was saying, and the water was relaxingly warm. He brushed his hair to one side and slid into one of the corners. Purity’s idea had worked, he’d totally forgotten about the gym battle, he was too busy being agree with her and relaxing in the warm pool. Kotaro crawled by Micky’s side, letting out a small chirpy sound.

“I don’t believe you sometimes” Micky said shaking his head at Purity.

“My idea worked though” she smirked cockily. Micky clapped sarcastically at her.

“Well done, *****” he spat.

She just laughed it off shaking her head. “Takes one to know one” she giggled childishly.

****

Micky was shaken awake by Purity, he’d fell asleep in the comfort of the pool, still fully clothed. “What” Micky moaned grumpily, his head hurting from sleeping oddly.

“Come on, you got a battle to go to” She said, slapping his face to wake him up, still looking as hot as ever in her bikini.

“What what?” Micky moaned, shaking his head and blinking his eyes.

“You against Flannery, you got about ten minutes to get dressed and get ready to battle her.” Micky was still figuring out what she was saying but he soon leaped up and out of the pool in shock.

“****!” he cursed loudly.

He quickly jumped into the changing room and dressed himself. He was dressed in plain black still trousers this time, still in a white shirt, only a different one, imprinted in black with a flame. He grabbed his Pokeball belt and withdrew all his Pokemon and rushed off towards the gym.

Upon entering he was greeted by the announcer and what seemed to be a warm welcome from the crowd, although he soon realised it was for Purity and not him by the whistles the guys made at her. When Flannery entered there was a much bigger roar for her. Micky blew his hair to his side and thought over his battle tactic in his head one last time. He grabbed the cold sphere that contained Strider from his belt. The announcer went through the standard stuff and finally, the moment came. “Trainers, select your Pokemon” he announced. It was the moment of truth for Micky. A chance to see if he was a worthy trainer. He hurled Strider’s Pokeball to the battlefield’s centre and watched as his fire pony took form, a Numel, smaller than the one Flannery used against Purity. Micky shook his head, wiping his hair behind his shoulder and glared at the battlefield.

“Numel, tackle!” Flannery shouted.

“Agility!” Micky shouted in response. With ease, Strider dodged Numel and raced around Numel. “Now, Take Down!” With all her strength she threw all her weight at the yellow camel. Numel’s ribs felt crushed as she rolled to escape a second hit from the pony. As Numel rolled onto her feet she was met with a kick to her small head. She rolled back again, avoiding a second kick . “Flamethrower!” Strider sprayed fire into Numel, sending her further away. Micky’s confidence was building, Strider was ruling Flannery’s Numel with ease. “Another Take Down!” Micky ordered, wanting to keep the aggression on. She acted on it, crashing down on Numel yet again. The crowd cheered for Micky and Strider, liking their aggressive style. Even Purity and Flannery were impressed. Purity had never seen Micky battle before but she was wondering how someone with so little experience could be so dominating.

“Numel, Double-Ed…” Flannery trailed off as Ponyta knocked her down again. Strider hadn’t taken a hit yet Numel was barely able to crawl up by the count of six. As soon as she was back up she was knocked down again. “Ember!” Flannery cried. Strider dodged the fire ball with ease and rammed her head into Numel’s side, sending her to ground, scraping across the ground. “Screw it, return!” Flannery shouted, forfeiting her Numel, knowing there was no chance of Numel defeating Ponyta at the pace she was going at. “Well done” Flannery spat sarcastically, boiling up with rage. “Go, Growlithe!” Flannery shouted, throwing a Pokeball towards Strider.

Onimusha May 3rd, 2004 10:26 AM

Out of the ball came a dog. Much of his fur was a fiery orange, marked with black tiger stripes on his back and legs. His face was like that of a dogs although his ears were a lot like a tigers. He had a crème-orange bushy tail, shaped like a flame. A large tuff of crème-orange hair was upon his chest and shaped like a flame on his head as well. He growled viciously at his foe, Strider. “Growl!” he barked.

“Growlithe, Agility!” Flannery shouted. Within moments Growlithe was dashing around the battlefield.

“Do Agility as well!” Micky shouted. It was soon becoming a speed competition between the two Pokemon. In time the two collided. Strider fell to the ground, shaking her head, trying to rid herself of the pain. Growlithe remained on his feet, growling.

“Crunch Growlithe!” Flannery shouted. The dog leaped upon Strider and bit at her neck. Growlithe tasted blood, however, he didn’t have that killer’s instinct, spitting the blood from his mouth and biting at another area.

“Strider, Quick Attack!” Micky shouted in desperation, feeling his momentum beginning to stop. Strider swung her body to knock Growlithe off and sprung to her feet, ramming head first into Growlithe’s side. This only angered him further and he leaped into Strider, eventually biting at her right front leg, again, drawing blood. This time, he was in rage and continued to bite, ignoring his lack of a blood lust.

“Knock him back!” Micky shouted to Strider. She tried to attack but couldn’t get an aim on him, breathing fire all directions. She eventually shook him off and sprayed fire at him. He returned the blast twice as hard. Strider shook her head as she collapsed backwards. Slowly, she pulled herself back to her feet, bleeding from all over. “Quick Attack!” Micky ordered again. Again, Strider charged head first at the dog. Growlithe dodged the attack with ease and then tackled her legs, sending Strider back to the ground. With a small hiss of fire she distracted Growlithe enough hot bring herself to her feet.

“Return” Micky shouted, withdrawing his Pony back to her Pokemon, substituting her for Free, who he sent out immediately afterwards.

“You sure about that?” Flannery questioned cockily, seeing the flying bug was clearly weak to her fire type.

“She’s right, it’s not a good move, you should stick to Ponyta” Purity whispered behind him.

“Strider is getting her *** kicked” Micky whispered back to her. “She needs a rest.” Micky then turned his attention to the battle again. “Free! Stun Spore!” he shouted. Growlithe wasn’t even paying any attention to the battle, he was still stunned at Micky’s choice. The yellow dust secreted from Free’s wings as she flew over the dog. Growlithe’s bones started to stiffen as he inhaled the spores.

“Growl!” the dog moaned in a puppy like voice.

“Now, Double-Edge!” With the advantage of speed Free rammed her body into Growlithe’s side, knocking him to the ground. Without waiting for the order she prepared a Silver Wind, her wings glowing a light gold. Growlithe winced his eyes open to see the wings glowing. He knew what was coming and wouldn’t allow it. Ignoring his trainer he sprayed a flamethrower directly into the stomach of Free. She was knocked down to the ground in a second, her body burning. She was completely unconscious, not even moving a wince. Grudgingly, Micky withdrew Free back to her Pokeball. Just like Purity, he was left with a tough decision. He could either send out his fresh Kotaro into a disadvantaged battle or he could send out Strider again who wasn’t fresh at all, in fact, he doubted she even had the strength to go on. He was wishing he still had Scy. He could handle this battle with ease, a combination of Power and Agility.

“Come on kid, we aint got all day!” Flannery shouted, smirking at how easily Free was defeated. He sighed and threw Kotaro’s Pokeball forward. As the tiny bug formed, some of the crowd began to laugh.

He could hear their whispers. ‘What an idiot’, ‘Does he even know what he’s doing?’, ‘He’s gonna get his *** kicked so bad!’ and stuff like that. Micky blocked them out from his mind, just focusing on Purity’s encouraging words. She was the only one in the arena who had any faith in him. Micky had never fought a battle with Kotaro, he had only helped him with practising whilst he was with Koga. This was his time to see if the two of them could work well as a team.

“Kid, you really don’t know what your doing do you?” Flannery smirked. “Growlithe, Flamethrower” she giggled. At least Free was fast and airborne, Kotaro was grounded and slow. The dog spewed his flames towards the bug, even in his own mind he was laughing, although this soon turned to horror as the flames went right into the bug but were soon reflected off, having had no effect. The crowd looked closer. They could see a see-through blue field about a centimetre from his body, a Protect. This only enraged Growlithe further and he sent a second flame at the tiny bug. In one moment, the bug leaped from his position and dodged the flames.

“Kotaro, Dig!” Instead of clawing a hole of his own he took advantage of the holes that spewed steam from the ground. Inside the hole was a large floor of warm sand that released steam. “Mind Reader!” Micky shouted to his bug. Kotaro heard the orders from above and focused his deep black eyes. He turned his senses to sonar and picked his spot. He walked just below Growlithe, a tiny bit behind him. He leaped into the air and dug into the ground that was above him. In a moment he had popped up underneath Growlithe, ramming his entire body into his stomach. Growlithe went flying into the air, shocked by the power of the creature. “Now, Shadow Ball!” Kotaro’s black eyes glowed a sick white as a small black sphere formed in front of him. Small jolts of purple electricity sparked within the ball before Kotaro sent it into Growlithe’s face. Unlike Free’s the ball exploded in his face. Just like Free’s, Growlithe seemed to be showing after effects, small purple jolts sparked off of him as he laid on the ground unconscious. The entire arena was silent in shock, all but the announcer who began to count out the dog. Flannery’s face was dropped with shock whilst Micky’s lit up with surprise.

The bell rang as the announcer reached ten, the unmoving Growlithe finally returned to his Pokeball by a gym leader shaking from shock. She removed a warm sphere from her belt, she was after a new tactic. She wasn’t going to try and burn this bug, she was going to crush it. She threw her Pokeball to the battlefield with all her might. From within, a Pokemon of around three feet tall came a human shaped chicken. She had clawed dark brown feet like that of a rooster. Three long claws at the front, one small claw at the back. Above the dark brown ankles was thick fiery red feathered legs. At her waist began a sun yellow feathered upper body with two long arms on either side of the same colour. Three clawed fingers with a sharp thumb on either hand. Her face was also like that of a roistered. Sun yellow with three fiery red feather sticking on the top of her head. Burning orange eyes glared at the bug, a similar coloured small beak at the front. She hissed “Combust” at the bug before standing at a stance, right leg only tapping the ground, left leg purely being used as balance, arms up in a defensive karate stance.

“Combusken, Step on that bug!” Flannery shouted. The chicken looked at her trainer strangely, wondering why she didn’t order a fire attack. She then proceeded to do has her trainer had ordered and prepared to stomp her foot onto the bug.

“Harden!” Micky shouted, remembering how he had done that to the bug before. As Combusken’s dropped down to Kotaro’s back she was met by the tough solid body of Kotaro. She looked down, thinking she’d stepped on a rock but she still saw the bug glaring up at her. She then proceeded to keep on stomping on Kotaro in rage, but to no effect. When she finally gave up Kotaro pounced on the moment and sank his claws into her ankle, sending blood spraying from her right foot. Combusken fell to the floor, her cries like sounding like a horrible screech. He then leaped onto her back and jammed his right claw into her spine. Again, Combusken cried loudly. Flannery just stood in shock, her jaw dropped as far as it would go.

“Combusken..” Flannery trailed off slowly, looking into her Pokemon’s eyes as she started to fade away in the blood loss. The sun yellow feathers were drowned in blood stains as the announcer counted to eight. The crowd were still in pure shock as the announcer finally reached ten. The bell sounded.

Micky stood in shock still, taking a moment to let the victory sink in. He felt someone leap onto his back, screaming congratulations into his ear, Purity. Small smirk started to form on his face. “Ownage, Own-****ing-nage” he shouted loudly, gripping Purity’s head as he did. He couldn’t believe it. A victory against all odds. He stared directly into Flannery’s brown eyes, in his mind he was saying ‘And you thought I was an idiot.’ The two knew what he was saying. Flannery was in pure shock still as a man approached her from behind, the black box in hand. Micky smirked thinking about the shiny badge that lay inside.

It took Flannery quite some time to build up the strength to walk over to Micky who was currently picking up his Nincada, celebrating the victory. Eventually, she finally walked over to him, still gazing into nothingness in her confusion and shock. As she handed Micky the box he flicked it open and smirked. A beautiful heat badge that he had earned. As he exited many people ran up to him, congratulating him on the amazing upset victory. He made his way to the Pokemon Center again, making sure Scy was going to be sent to the Mauville Pokemon Center later in the night.

****

“Mauville City, the gambling Centre of the world!” Micky shouted in glee.

“Yeah, and your to young to do anything” Purity giggled at him sarcastically.

“Well, I can always try, I hear they let off kids around here” Micky smirked back at her.

“Trust me Micky, your going to be too busy with the gym here.” She said, making sure he didn’t lose sight of the main purpose of coming their. “But I have a surprise for you” She sang mysteriously.

Micky truly was in for a surprise. When the two arrived at the Mauville Pokemon Center he was met but his worst enemy. Pikachu leaped up onto his shoulder and shouted “PIKA!” into his ear before being pushed off. Micky closed his eyes, praying not to see what he expected to see when he entered the Pokemon Center.

“WOBBA!” was shouted as a sarcastic greeting to him from Wobbuffet as Karen and Mark started to say their hellos to Purity and Micky.

“Your kidding me right?” Micky said at Purity. “Now I aint got a problem with Karen and, well, Mark, he bugs me but the thing I’m more worried about is these two!” Micky shouted, pointing at Wobbuffet and Pikachu. “Why did they have to bring Chu-Toy and Punching Bag!” Micky shouted in rage.

“What do you expect?” Mark laughed sarcastically at him. “I aint leaving Wobby behind.”

“Yeah, and I’m not leaving Pikachu behind” Karen shouted and Micky, although she gave him a look that said ‘I’m flattered that you like me but no thanks.’ Micky gave an evil glare to Purity which said ‘I can’t believe you told her that.’

It was definitely an uncomfortable night for all four of them. They all shared a room in the Center. Micky slept on the bottom bunk, below Mark. Purity slept opposite them on the lower bunk. Although she didn’t know it, Micky was staring at her, lost in thought as he did. Mark was oblivious to this, just like Micky, but he also was staring similarly, in awe of Purity’s perfection. He Micky sighed loudly and slammed his head onto the pillow, trying to go back to sleep, the box containing his Heat badge in hand. Mark, looked at her a bit longer before he finally collapsed unconscious. Wobbuffet was asleep in the room corner however Pikachu had watched the whole thing from Karen’s bunk, sitting next to her. He let out a small laugh, the two of them falling for the same girl. He got pleasure from imagining the two of them fighting over her, liking his sadistic sense of humour. He hated the both of them. Mark was always mean to his trainer Karen and Micky was just plain to him. Personally he felt them to fighting was something they deserved.

****

The prison warden opened David’s jail cell. David was to be released this morning, free to leave. He was informed of his sons survival. He blamed Micky for the situation eh was in. If it wasn’t for him leaving on his Pokemon journey and getting himself nearly killed he wouldn’t have lost his senses and attacked the police officers. He had an evil glare on his face as he coldly stared a hole through every prisoner and guard. All he had on his mind was making sure Micky would not continue his journey. He had ordered a taxi ahead. He’d heard that he was in Mauville city, so he ordered a taxi bound for Mauville. A vein was forming on his forehead just thinking about talking to Micky about it.

He arrived at the Mauville Pokemon Center at about eight in the morning. Micky, Purity, Karen, Wobbuffet and Mark were all still snoozing. Pikachu was awake however and ventured out of the room, travelling through the halls and eventually into the front room. David was sat there on the sofa, glaring back at him, waiting for his son to come out from his room. Pikachu stared back at him, his rosy red cheeks sparking electricity of anger and intimidation. He hissed before standing at a stance, ready to shock David should he approach him.

‘I’m the man, I’m the King, I’m the one that’s Pure Inside.’ - Soil, Halo.

Well, what will happened to Micky…I’m creating a bit of a rivalry between Mark and Micky. I’m also gonna turn Purity into a bit of a ****, basing it on two of my friends (No offence Ally and Emily :P well even though they will never see this, Ally as the personality basis and Emily as the dress basis). I think I made some pretty good battles, now why did Koga give up Kotaro, maybe next chapter all will be explained…:P. Anyways, I quite liked this chapter, hope you guys liked it.

Onimusha May 9th, 2004 2:11 PM

Chapter 14: Electric Battle

‘You've taken everything and oh I can not give anymore’ - Here to Stay, KoRn

The red glows finally formed. Scy nearest to Micky, his metallic upper body attracting the electricity towards him. Opposite him, a metal ball with two magnets on either side made her shape, levitating above the ground. Micky had already encounter this Pokemon before, she was a Magnemite, just as large as the last Micky had seen. Her one eye glared at Scy as her magnets started to spark, charging electricity. “Scy! Slash” Micky ordered. Scy shot forward, right blade pushed to his left side, left blade at his front, standing straight up in, in perfect line with his nose, a line between his eyes. As he passed the floating ball he shot his right arm forward while sending his left back, a double cut as the force of the two blades connecting sent Magnemite spinning away to his left while a calm Scy landing on one knee in a meditating position. Both scythe’s formed a cross and on instinct he performed his sword dance, an X at his front, then sending both in a diagonal downwards position, an upwards stand, upwards diagonals and finally back in a cross at where the scythe’s passed just in front of his groin. He hissed his name sickly and turned around with a confident glint in his eye. Somehow, the unique routine had boosted his chi and inner-confidence. He was ready for anything.

Magnemite remain floating as she twisted her magnets in some form of a dance. “Ha Ha” Watson laughed loudly, impressed by the dance of Scyther. He applauded slowly, mocking Micky, Scy not liking it one bit and feeling rage building up inside him. “I heard about you from Flannery. She was impressed and shocked, but rookie tactics will not work on someone as experienced as I. Slashing metal does nothing and you’re gonna have to try harder than that” Watson said loudly, stalling the fight. “Charge!” Watson ordered. The battle was back on and both smirked, though Purity had a worried look on her face, not feeling the confidence Micky had, though when he looked back at her she had to show faith in him and gave him a confident nod.

Micky turned his head back to the battlefield to see Magnemite spinning her magnets all around her metal ball like moons orbiting a planet but much faster. “Spiral Kick!” Micky ordered. This is something Scy had yet to test out in battle. The two of them had been practising it back at Chimney Village. Scy ran forward, wings not moving as he leapt into the air about a metre in front of Magnemite and began to turn, spinning his back to hr as he levelled his body sideways. In mid air he’d turned entirely and was now ready to attack, a metre in the air with his right foot level with her head and his body horizontal to the ground.

In a moment of realisation, with reflexes kicking in quickly he shouted “Tackle”, Magnemite reacting quickly. As Scy was in mid air Magnemite ducked and dipped under the body of Scy as the giant mantis missed the kick but use his athletics to turn in mid air, landing on his feet dropping a few steps backwards as he landed, facing Magnemite. Before Scy could gain full balance Magnemite crossed her magnets in front of her face as she threw herself forward into the chest of Scy. Scy attempted to cross his scythe’s in front of himself but failed to do it in time. The tackle took in down perfectly, landing on the upper of his back and the back of his neck. The metal was unforgiving and his back felt it, sharp pain stung his back as the cold floor chilled his skin. His body bounced once as his arms flopped down and his eyes sharpened with the pupils being a door to his agonising pain.

“Scy!” Micky cried out. He knew something was wrong, that landing just too bad for anything to be ok.

“Ha Ha” Watson shouted again with a huge smile on his face. “The mighty Scyther falls” he chuckled, by far the most cocky of gym leaders out there. These words stung Scy’s ears like a screech in the ears of a young child. He twitched, his neck shooting his head to his left as both his scythe’s twitched and flicked up before collapsing again, almost like he was having back spasms.

“Scy!” Micky cried out, half a mind to withdraw him. “Come on dude!” Micky begged, not wanting to go down in such a humiliating way.

“Ha Ha. Here’s a lesson you will never forget, both of you!” he said with a cocky smirk. “Centre your charged energy Magnemite. Bring it within and release the most devastating Thunderbolt you have ever used” he ordered sickly.

Scy heard this and it was now and never time. The pain making him stronger and Watson’s words making fuelling his desire, he drew in all his strength as Magnemite hovered above him. The charged glow of yellow that surrounded her centred at the screw that was at the upper of her ball shape. A ball of sparks formed, almost like it were balancing on the screw as all her electrical power charged. Her eye blinked once and it was now or never. The moment her eye opened the bolt would be released. Sucking up all the pain and agony Scy nipped up to a vertical standing, knocking Magnemite to send her eye upwards as she released her Thunderbolt into the ceiling, hitting three of the lights as a charge of at least three seconds of electricity cut apart the lighting on the left side of the arena. A huge smile grew on Micky’s face as Magnemite was sent spinning back by a knock from Scy’s powerful left blade.

“Alright Scy!” Micky shouted, fists clenched ready to raise in victory and face smirking with a focused look of determination. “Rapid Spin!” Micky ordered. Using his wings to pick himself into the air, Scy twirled rapidly as the techniques name implied, continually spinning like a bey blade as both scythes stuck out. Magnemite couldn’t do anything as the fast spinning Scy sent himself into Magnemite’s direction, his scythe cutting so quickly that it dug right into Magnemite’s metal ball body and dug in at least half the way through, just below the giant eye. Scy stopped spinning after a second when he felt Magnemite on his scythe, the stopping revealing the Magnemite stuck on Scy’s left scythe.

“Shock Wave!” Watson ordered.

“Shoulder tackle!” Micky ordered. Magnemite’s weak body attempted to generate electricity from her weak magnets as Scy pushed her off of his left scythe with the right, following it up with a shoulder tackle with his left shoulder as he used a swift agility to launch himself. Whatever power Magnemite had charged was lost in the tackle as she fell back again, barely able to levitate any higher than a foot above the ground. “Now hit with one **** of a powerful stomp” Micky ordered with a sinister smirk on his face. Scy was very happy to do this and with a sadistic smile he pulled his right foot up as the Magnemite shut her eyes tight, wishing she hadn’t been created. Scy’s right foot stomped right down in a flash, so powerful that the metal below his foot shattered and thee metal ball was sent down into the ground along with his foot. He ended up on his left knee, his leg all the way in the hole, the length of his leg at least two feet which proposed the question, ‘How deep down is this Magnemite?’

Watson was no rookie and he knew his Magnemite was completely out of it. Watson ran onto the battlefield after receiving a nod from the referee and placed his Pokeball just above the hole and withdrew his fallen. He ran back to his normal stand quickly, grunting curse words as he picked out his second Pokeball. Throwing his ball directly down and letting it skim he released his Pokemon, the ball shooting back to him via magnets after a few seconds. His second choice was an Electrode. A giant ball of about four feet in diameter. He was a giant Pokeball in appearance. The upper half of him white, the lower half red. He had a clear face on him. Two dots for eyes with narrowed eyebrows above them that frowned sadistically. A huge white teethed grin on the lower half of his body smirked his sadistic thoughts. “E-lect-trode” he said robotically.

“Scyther” Scy hissed in reply.

“Mega Kick!” Micky ordered.

“Rollout!” Watson ordered in unison. Electrode began to roll forward, being slow at the start but picking up speed as he got ever closer to Scy. Foot glowing, Scy lay in wait, his right leg kneeling behind him as his left kneels in front. Electrode rolled around Scy picking up speed until he had enough. He powered himself at around eighty miles and hour as he charged at Scy. Now was Scy’s moment and just before Electrode could do anything, Scy kicked, scooping with his toes underneath him and launching him like a football up into the air, Electrode crashing into the ceiling of the thirty foot high arena as another light was destroyed, this one on the centre of the ceiling. Hitting the ceiling was just the start of Electrode’s pain as he came back down to the ground with a few junks of the brick ceiling and a couple of lights following. He crashed and bounced like a basketball as the rest of the pieces came down on top of him, firstly the lights that smashed apart on his rounded body and then the bricks which smashed into the spherical body and inflicted huge amounts of pain as each bit collided.

Watson’s jaw was dropped as Micky ordered “Basement dropkick” to Scy. Micky’s giant mantis charged forward, one agility forcing him forward quickly as he dropped horizontal to the ground just an inch above it as he sent his two feet into the Ball’s face. The last minute agility gave him that needed boost to send the Ball flying back at full force, crashing into the barricade between the audience and the arena.

Scy nipped up again, making a kung-fu stance with his scythes as he waited for his next order. “Screech!” Watson ordered to Micky’s surprise as his mouth opened, ready to make an order. The crowd and Watson covered their ears but Micky and Scy were slow to think as a deafening Screech filled the arena. Micky’s mind felt like exploding as he collapsed to his knee’s with eyes clenched as Scy cried out, both trainer and Pokemon suffering greatly for at least ten seconds, though it wasn’t like the crowd, judges and gym leader were let off easily, no amount of ear covering could drown out the sound of Electrode’s screech as the giant ball rolled to what would most likely be classified as a standing position, despite the creature’s lacking of legs, but in basics his face was looking towards Scy.

Micky opened his eyes, laying on the floor in agony with a ringing remaining in his ears. He rolled to his side to Scy in a similar position, writhing in pain, on the floor. For some reason he was affected much worse than Micky, maybe his ears were extra sensitive or maybe he was just playing possum. Either way, Micky began a barrage of orders. “Scy! Get up” Micky barked loudly in Scy’s direction. “He’s gonna attack. Nip up! Do something” Micky shouted desperately, seeing Electrode rolling around trying to pick up speed.

“Ha Ha!” Watson laughed, smelling victory. “Rollout!” he ordered.

The moment Scy heard this he knew it was now or never again. He shot up from the ground but he was too late. The red and white sphere shot at his chest sending him back down to the ground. He nipped up again but Electrode knocked him back down. “Scy, Super Kick!” Micky ordered. He nipped up again, but this time more prepared, leapfrogging over Electrode as he made Another pass in an attempt to knock down Scy. The shock of missing Scy made the ball stop and make a leap in the air attempting to knock Scy down from the head. All he was met with was a stiff side kick from Scy, the giant reptilian foot hitting Electrode square in the teeth, sending the ball twirling back to the ground. “Wing Attack!” Micky ordered.

“Volt Tackle!” Scyther twirled up in the air before diving downwards towards Electrode as the ball charged a jolt of electricity and tackled the Scyther in the stomach. It was barely anything but Scy had been fighting so long and the effects of Magnemite were catching up to him and he collapsed as all the pain shot through him again, however, Electrode was in just as bad a state, barely able to role himself for what would be considered “Standing” to him. A battered and bruised Scy rolled to his side and pulled himself to one knee before fully standing but Electrode put him back down again with a small jolt of electricity. The battle had been cruel to both of them and Micky had to think of something smart, and he had to think of it fast.

“Scy!”

“Charge and then Thunder” Watson ordered with aggression, interrupting Micky. Electrode formed a ball of yellow light around his body as he charged energy.

Micky added up the odds of Scy moving in time and he realised Scy wasn’t going anywhere, he could see it in his eyes. There was no fire in them, no will to win, no desire, his spirit was broken by wounded bones and as Electrode looked ready to fire Micky sighed and withdrew Scy to his Pokeball dropping his head in disappointment, mostly disappointed with himself and not Scy.

Micky grabbed another ball from his belt and tapped himself on the forehead, the cool metal sphere helping clam his frustrated mind, his skin red with rage. He threw his ball stylishly and unleashed Strider, his Pokeball zooming back to him due to magnets set around the arena. Micky didn’t want breathing time for Electrode and ordered “Ember” immediately. The fire pony shot some balls of fire but Electrode rolled out of the way immediately and was left untouched.

“Swift!” Watson ordered. The oversized ball dipped himself back slightly as he formed three stars at his left, right and top, sending them in stereo at Strider. She galloped out of the way but Swift was known and used for it’s homing ability. The stars made a U-turn as they missed and charged at Strider, hitting her from behind the second time, knocking her off balance as she skidded to the ground.

“Headbutt!” Micky ordered. Rolling back to a vertical standing, Striding charged in Electrode’s direction.

She was too fresh and Electrode was too battered for this to be a fair contest. In an act of desperation Watson made his order. “Explosion!” he cried out. Even Electrode didn’t want to do this but the moment his trainer ordered an Explosion his mind would switch itself off and he would glow white. As Strider leapt in the air to ram her head into the ball he exploded like a bomb. The entire arena filled with smoke as Micky shouted out to his fire horse, fearing for her life.

“Strider!” Micky shouted. “Come on!” Micky ordered with desperation. “Say something, do something, come on” Micky said, getting more desperate with each call. The arena was covered in black smoke until someone turned on the fans and the smoke was sucked into a vent, revealing a hugely scarred battlefield. Electrode lay inside a wide crater that looked like something you’d find on the moon. Somewhere near the crater’s edge lay Strider, severely injured barely moments into the battle.

Both Micky and Watson knew their Pokemon weren’t going to move again and withdrew them in unison. Watson gave Micky a nod when he saw Micky clenching a Pokeball in his hand and in unison they threw their Pokeballs, a fair way to do things. Out of Micky’s came his favoured bug ‘Kotaro’ while out of Watson’s came a sight that gained Chu-Toy’s attention. A female Pikachu, looking the exact same to Karen’s in everyway, except Micky didn’t have a grudge against this one.

Onimusha May 20th, 2004 12:14 AM

He could hear Karen’s Pikachu cheer for his fellow specie from the crowd. Kotaro wasn’t so friendly to the rodent. He wasted no time in waiting for orders and leapt from the ground at the Pikachu. He jammed his two claws towards the Pikachu’s neck but was no match for the little rodents speed. He got kicked back, sent rolling along the ground back to his feet as the rodent rose to her feet, sparks charging from her cheeks.

“Pikachu! Thunderbolt” Watson ordered. Pikachu went ahead and fired a huge bolt of electricity at her opponent. Kotaro leaped out of the way, letting the electricity mark the steel in a brown black colour. Pikachu sent a second bolt of electricity but was yet again unable to hit.

“Kotaro, Shadow Ball!” Kotaro’s eyes glowed a sick white, Micky enjoying how this move worked watched as the sparking dark ball formed. Pikachu wasn’t going to hang around and let herself be harmed and let out an electric shock on the bug, distracting his attention from his shadow ball, leading to its destruction.

“Pikachu! Quick Attack!” The tiny rodent charged head first towards Kotaro. The bug wasn’t going to be hit that easily though. He dived out of the way, slashing the Pikachu’s stomach as he narrowly avoided contact. Pikachu rolled on the floor, grabbing her stomach where she was caught by the slash. Leaking blood onto the cold steel.

“Pika-Pi” she cried in a moan. “Chuuuuu, Chuuuu” she continued to cry. Karen’s Pikachu leapt from his trainers lap and jumped over the guard railings and in front of Kotaro, stopping him from reaching the fallen Pikachu.

“Chu-Toy, what you doing?” Micky shouted at Karen’s Pikachu.

“Pika-Pika” he spat back at Micky, glaring his eyes at Kotaro. Karen started to make her way to the guard rails but was stopped by a security guard. She started to call out to her Pikachu but he showed no sign of changing his mind. He felt it was his duty to protect another of his kind, especially from someone like Micky.

“Look Chu-Toy, either you get your *** out of there or I’m gonna get your *** out of there personally” Micky threatened. Watson’s Pikachu rose to her feet as Micky spoke. She walked up to Karen’s Pikachu and began conversing with him, in their language, although Karen’s Pikachu still refused to take his eyes off of Kotaro.

‘What they saying?’ Micky thought to himself, also thinking ‘Latianne, read my thoughts’ as loudly as he could to drag her attention from the Pikachus.

‘The female was saying ‘His threats may be as empty as his skull but I still think you should leave, you’re gonna get me disqualified’ and the male is arguing pretty basically.’

‘That Chu-Toy said I got an empty skull?’

‘Yep’
Latianne giggled. Micky just shook his head in anger.

“Ok, enough of this crap!” Micky shouted, drawing both the Pikachus attention’s away from each other and onto him. “Kotaro, slash them both” Micky ordered. Kotaro didn’t take a moment to think about this. He didn’t know Karen’s Pikachu well at all and he was pissed off with him anyway, considering he had interrupted what was likely to be a quick victory. Firstly he leaped onto Karen’s Pikachu, cutting at his back and then his chest. He wasn’t fast enough to catch Watson’s Pikachu however and missed the cut by an inch or so. Watson’s Pikachu didn’t take to kindly to this sneak attack and whipped him with her tail. Her attack was only enough to slightly injure his face and send him back a few steps. Kotaro hissed at her but was caught off guard by Karen’s Pikachu who kicked him to the side.

“Pikachu, get out of there!” Karen pleaded loudly. Pikachu ignored her completely and continued to move on the attack.

A loud siren started to sound as the announcer spoke into the microphone. “Due to outside interference, Watson has been disqualified.” The crowd were not too pleased with that decision, and started to boo. Even Micky wasn’t pleased with the decision, though he wasn’t going to argue considering a win is a win. It just seemed like a tainted win morally. Watson was also not going to contest the decision, he knew not to argue with officials, although he was planning to have a stern word with his security. Karen’s Pikachu and Kotaro were still attacking each other. Pikachu didn’t bother with any precision strikes with electric attacks, being a contest Pokemon most of the time didn’t allow him to perfect the art of damaging attacks.

Micky didn’t want to but he had to. Despite his want to see Chu-Toy destroyed by Kotaro, it wouldn’t make him look to good in front of Purity to allow it. He brought back Kotaro to his Pokeball and gave the middle finger to Pikachu. Pikachu didn’t take kindly to this and ran towards Micky. He leaped up towards him to bite him but Micky just dodged it and kicked him back. He was tempted to continue to attack him but Latianne got in between the two. With just a stare at either one of them she made them back off.

Pikachu eventually ran back to Karen and Micky saw his friends leaving and took it upon himself to walk over to Watson to collect his badge. Watson had no problem with handing Micky his new badge, however he didn’t show any sign of pleasure in handing it over, no sign of seeing Micky as the better trainer, just an admittance to his bad security around the battlefield. Micky walked off with his shiny new badge inside his jacket pocket, following after Purity and Angle who were on their way to leave the arena. Micky only received boo’s from the crowd but he just returned to them his middle finger.

Micky locked eyes with Pikachu at the first sight of him, very annoyed with him screwing with his match, completely ignorant of his usual staring contest rival Wobbuffet. Micky didn’t even say two words to any of his companions. He simply nodded his head at them to follow him as he made his way towards Rustboro along Route 117, as he and Purity had planned in Lavaridge.

‘I dunno even what to say. I’m an idiot a loser’ - Take a Look around, Limp Bizkit

Well, finally re-written from that absolutely appalling original. I figured it’d be interesting to build the hate relationship between Micky and Pikachu if he actually won Micky a match. Anyway, nothing special about this chapter, however thanks to Iveechan who’s interesting conversations enabled me to draw enough bother to re-write this, thumbs up to ya :D. Micky has good crowd control hehe

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Chapter 15: From the Grave

‘To cry is to know your alive’ - Buried Alive by Love, HIM

Micky didn’t say two words to any of his companions. He walked at least ten feet in front of them at all times, letting their whispers to each other fall into the cold wind. He felt like a failure, winning a battle through a simple disqualification of his opponent, thanks to Karen’s Pikachu. The night began to fall upon them. They’d been walking along Route 117 for hours but saw no sign of anyone. The road was as silent as a grave and as spooky as one as well. Fog was starting to form across the road as the sky started to fade away into darkness, leaving a creepy twilight from the distant stars that gave an eerie glow through the thick fog.

Micky could hear a crunching sound in the background. It sounded like footsteps on broken glass. Micky ignored it for the time, just assuming it was one of the group. It was soon brought to Micky’s attention that it wasn’t part of the group by Angel as she started to tell him she sensed something unusual around them. Micky started to grip at his Pokeballs, stopping in his tracks. “What is it?” Purity whispered into Micky’s ear.

“Angel says something unusual is nearby” he replied through his gritted teeth. ‘Where is it?’ Micky asked Angel in his mind. The crunching sounds began to get louder and Micky clicked the buttons on his Pokeballs, making them ready to be released. His team wasn’t at their best, Scy and Strider still injured from the battle at Mauville gym.

‘It’s getting closer’ Angel replied. Micky began to look around, seeing nothing through the fog. Micky raised his four Pokeballs to a higher level and let them drop to the ground, releasing all four members of his team. Strider was scarred with black from her previous battle, Scy also scarred, but nowhere near as bad. Micky picked up his Pokeballs from the ground and re-attached them to his belt as Purity released her three of her four Pokemon, the snake-like Milotic too large to fit on the road..

A black silhouette was visible through the thick fog. It looked human. Whatever it was, it stood at around about seven feet tall. At it’s head there were two lines like the creature was wearing a cowboy hat. Micky was almost totally positive this was a person, seeing the arms and legs of the shadow walking forward. “Who are you?” Micky shouted out loudly. There was no reply, just a cold silence. Micky nodded his head at Scy, making him get set for a fight. “Who are you?” Micky shouted again, a bit of desperation in his voice.

“Gar!” was the reply Micky finally got. A creepy breathe of the creature that sounded like it was throwing up. Whatever this was, Micky was now convinced it wasn’t human. The shadow-like silhouette stopped approaching. Micky was breathing heavily with fear, hoping his Pokemon could destroy whatever this was should it try to harm him.

Two red lights began to shine next to the silhouette. Micky hadn’t a clue what it was for a moment until he realised they must be eyes. Two shining lights, glowing a creepy blood red next to the silhouette of a person. “Ok, enough of this crap, who is this?” Micky shouted, now a combination of fear and anger.

Purity began to cower behind her Kirlia as the silhouette began to approach. Micky clenched his fists tightly, not moving an inch backwards, standing his ground, preparing himself for whatever was going to approach. “The road is not safe at this hour” a deep dark male voice spoke, sending chills down Micky’s spine. “One should not come so close to Grave Mansion when light is gone” he continued. Micky brushed his hair behind him, his attention partially focused on the two red eyes that were still a small distance from him.

“Who, are, you?” Micky stuttered one last time ,pausing in between each syllable.

“Is it any of your business?” the man replied.

“Yeah, I think so” Micky nodded as his voice showed both sarcasm and anger.

“I am Necromancer” the man replied, still in his dark creepy voice. “And you are trespassing in my territory” He continued.

“Wait” Purity spoke, no longer scared knowing who this was. “You’re the trainer of the W.P.F Champion aren’t you?” Purity said. “That Poltergeist thingy” she continued.

Necromancer let out a evil chuckle. “It is nice to be recognised” he replied.

“Who is he?” Micky asked to Purity, still having no clue who she was on about.

“Don’t you watch T.V” Mark shouted, now approaching the one who was originally scaring the group.

“Um, you’ve met my dad dip-****, you really think I got to watch Pokemon related Television?” Micky said sarcastically.

“Ok, whatever. The W.P.F, World Pokemon Federation. This guy is like the best trainer there” he said pointing to Necromancer. The eyes that were in the distance began to approach.

“Yes, your friend is correct” Necromancer said, still in his bone chilling voice. “And this here is the champion himself” he continued, his right arm now pointing towards the shadow that approached through the fog. “This here is Poltergeist” he continued. From the fog finally came the so-called champion. The creature walked on the ground, standing about six feet in the air, just a bit above Micky. His entire body was a pale violet. It seemed like it was fur on his body although not entirely visible since this creature was see-through. A ghost of some sort. He was mostly a rounded body, shaped a little bit like an egg, except at the top and bottom of his body it was flat. His legs and arms were only a foot or so in length. His head was part of his main body, not connected by a neck, seeming to have no shoulders. In between his two tiny arms was his huge mouth. A sadistic smirk that stretched all over his face, grinning with a mouth so open that his bone white teeth were visible. Above this mouth were two blood red eyes, a black pupil in the centre of each eye. Above these were two fox like ears, same colour as his body, the pale violet. What looked like a small tail dangled behind him, partially visible between his legs. One thing just didn’t seem right about this creature, and soon Micky knew what it was. Micky stared directly into its eyes and he realised what he was doing. Looking down, Micky saw a golden urn floating off of the ground. It was almost like a trophy but without any arms for holding. Micky looked to Necromancer.

“Yes, in there is what you think.” How did he know what Micky was thinking is what questioned him.

“You mean?” Micky stared oddly. “Someone’s ashes?” Necromancer nodded.

“Who’s?” Micky asked in confusion.

“My father’s” he replied.

“You dad‘s?” all of them asked in unison.

“Yes” he nodded. “I shall explain later” he continued. Micky turned to Poltergeist, the creepy ghost Pokemon, still playing with his Urn. “It is not good for you lot to be wondering around in the dark, especially around here. You can stay at my house for tonight” he said, still in his chilling voice. Micky couldn’t quite make out what this guy looked like however he noticed some sort of trench coat trailing behind him. Micky withdrew his Pokemon to their Pokeballs, assuming he’d be safe enough with Angel nearby. The rest of the group followed Necromancer, Purity, Mark and Karen seeming to be excited to meet this person, Micky still pretty clueless as to who he was, he just assumed he was some freak.

Necromancer was at the head of the group leading them to what looked like a giant mansion. At the back of the group was Poltergeist, still playing with his Urn. Aside from Kerri and Micky the entire group seemed to be in amazement that they’d actually be sleeping in the house that Necromancer lives in. A long trail of hard mud surrounded by grass led to an entrance way. A large black gate held up on either side by two stone pillars. From the pillars was a long black fence, lined like the bars of a prison, sharp spikes on top of each black bar. Necromancer pushed his hand forward, about a foot away from the entrance. As he pushed his hands forward the doors slammed apart making way for the group. The group all stared in awe at what appeared to be Necromancer’s psychic powers, although Angel knew it was in fact Poltergeist who made the doors move. The group made their way along a stone path that led to the doors of what was a huge gothic mansion. The walls were stained as though they’d been burned. All the tiles were black, the windows showed no sign of light, everything was an eerie black.

Necromancer stood at the front door. The door itself was huge, at least ten feet in height and width. It was made of thick dark brown wood scarred with black burn marks. Necromancer stood in front of it for a moment before it finally opened, again it was thanks to Poltergeist. The group started to make their way into the pitch black that was ‘Grave Mansion.’ Necromancer stopped in the middle of the front room. He put both his arms out on either side as candles all over the place began to light. The candles in this house weren’t on tables or hanging on the walls, they levitated in the air. They’d rise above you if you came towards them as though they had a mind of their own. The room was half visible in the eerie light given by the candles. Paintings floated in the air just a few inches from the walls, twirling around, dancing like their were real people. Most of the paintings were of people, old and young. There was a long stairway leading up to a corridor on the second level. All the carpets were black, patterned with what appeared to be trails of blood. “Freaky house” Mark said, seeming to be very pleased with it. “Where we sleeping?” he asked, still smirking as if he’s gonna love sleeping in this house.

Onimusha May 20th, 2004 12:15 AM

“Poltergeist, show them to the guest rooms” he ordered. Poltergeist levitated his golden urn up the stairs. Micky assumed he should be following it and so he did, everyone else following behind him. The urn floated down the corridors. More creepy candles were down the hallway. It seemed that the urn was following the trail of blood, whether that was a good thing or not is what Micky wanted to know since it was unnerving to be following a trail of blood to where he was going to be sleeping. The urn finally stopped at the end of a long corridor. The blood trail had also stopped and ended in a huge splatter. The urn nodded to either side, pointing at the doors. Micky opened a black door to his left and began to investigate it whilst the rest of the group dispersed into separate rooms.

Micky’s room was nothing like he expected. The room was huge and in the centre was the mattress, king sized. There was no wallpaper. There were blood stains up and down the wall and one painting of an old man with a slash through it, most likely the effect of a knife. The windows were open, the wind blowing black netted curtains either side. Floating candles were also in this room. It seemed like nothing in this house had electricity. Micky dumped his bag down and changed his clothes to silk black trousers lined with two white stripes on either side and a white shirt with black tiger stripes imprinted on it. He left the room, saying bye to the candles which seemed to return what he said by jiggling side to side before flicking out their flames. Micky walked down the corridor, carrying the golden urn with him, figuring he should return it to Necromancer.

As he descended down the stairs he saw no sign of Poltergeist or Necromancer. With the golden urn still in hand he started to check out the giant mansion. He made his way to a room on the right. Micky guessed this was the living room, or one of them most likely. Three red sofa’s sat facing a large burning log fire place. This room also had the floating paintings but also it had something different to others. Dead roses in a vase were in every corner. Micky moved onto the room next door to this one. This room was a kitchen. The floor was tiled like a chess board, black and white squares wall to wall. Wooden tables with a large array of knives prepared but no sign of meat to cut. Everything was pretty medieval, an oven which requires log fire, a huge spit for roasting meet, it all seemed so barbarian like in the age of imitation food and balls that can absorb living matter.

Micky finally came across Necromancer, in the room across from the living room he’d been in. Black sofa’s littered this room, along with more dead roses and another fire place. His face was blocked by the black hat that he wore on his head. A pure black hat, ringed around it’s edges like a cow boy hat. He was still wearing a long black leather trench coat. Micky could make out a slightly lighter colour of black leather on his trousers. He was wearing what appeared to be a black cotton tank top, although Micky wasn’t entirely sure due to the trench coat. There was no sign of Poltergeist however so Micky just put the Urn on a nearby table. He sat down on a sofa opposite him and looked over readying himself for a conversation with Necromancer. “So” Micky started. “You live here?” Micky asked, knowing the answer would be yes.

“Very perceptive aren’t you?” he replied in his cold chilling voice, the sarcasm missing under the deathly growl.

“So dude, what the **** is up with this place? It’s creeping the **** outta me” Micky said pretty bluntly.

“It’s a long story” he muttered back.

“News Flash, there’s no TV here, I aint going nowhere” Micky replied sarcastically. “Seriously, where and how did you find this place and what the **** happened to it to make it so creepy?”

“It’s called Grave House” he replied. “It was built over a thousand year old graveyard a few hundred years ago. It has been famed for ghost sightings, people going missing and unsolved murders.” Necromancer took in a deep breath before he continued. “I was buried alive here with that very urn” he said, turning his face to the urn, still not fully visible under the hat, although Micky could make out what looked to be a black goatee beard.

“You were buried alive?” Micky asked, starting to realise why this guy was so screwed up.

“When I was five, my father died, because of the house. Something in here, killed him...and well my mother…she.” he was interrupted by the arrival of Karen, Angel and Kerri. Micky just assumed they should end the conversation there and they did.

“Hi, Karen, sis, Angel” he greeted to the three of them. Necromancer was as silent as a grave.

“Hi” Karen replied to Micky. Kerri just waved to both Micky and Necromancer.

It was only a matter of time that Purity and Mark eventually made their ways down. Purity was dressed in a white dressing gown whilst Mark was still in his street clothes. “So, what’s for dinner?” Purity asked Necromancer. He just tilted his head either side. Although his face wasn’t visible it was obvious he was shaking his head. “No dinner?” Purity asked in shock. “Don’t you eat?”

“Hey, Purity, give him a break, he given us somewhere to sleep for the night, can’t expect him to feed us as well” Micky said, feeling sorry for Necromancer about their previous discussion. “We got anything proper on us?” Micky asked. The group started to shake their heads, even Pikachu and Wobbuffet did. Finally Micky noticed his sisters hand in the air, drawing attention to herself to say she had food. “What you got on you?” Micky asked. She ran up the stairs, returning in a few minutes wit ha bag and what appeared to be microwave food. “Well, that’s nice and stuff Kerri, but, we can’t cook that” Micky said to her bluntly.

“There’s food in the cupboard” Necromancer said in a dark mumble. Micky didn’t realise he had spoke at first and when he finally figured it out he still had to do what he always does and ask what he said again. He replied in the same tone with the same words, yet this time slightly louder. Micky headed towards the kitchen, followed by the group leaving Necromancer all alone. When they got to the kitchen they started flapping open cupboards until they found one that had tins of food. Tinned Sausage imitations, baked beans, sweat corn, all sorts of tinned food, probably enough to last a year, and it seemed to be that they had been in that cupboard for years. They were still edible so Micky started up a fire with the medieval oven and started to boil the tinned food.

The group had made a somewhat decent meal and placed it all out on plates for all of them and Necromancer. When they brought it back to the lounge Necromancer was nowhere to be found. The candles remained floating around but gave no sign as to what direction he went. The urn was gone and there was just silence. The silence was soon broken by the group speaking about the house as well as other stuff, ranging from childhood stuff to conversations about the stuff leading up to the lot of them meeting. Eventually they all started to leave, beginning with Kerri who felt a little out of place having to write down what she wanted to say, Angle leaving with her. Karen left afterwards and feeling a bit out of place, Purity did so to, leaving Micky and Mark talking to each other. It wasn’t the easiest conversation for them to have, in between them both liking Purity and Micky’s hatred for Wobbuffet, they weren’t exactly good friends. The conversation was mostly about Pokemon until eventually Mark said he was tired. Micky had no intention of sleeping in this house and just lied saying he’d be up soon.

Micky wanted to know where Necromancer had gone off to, also interested in how he ended up how he was. He headed down the corridor, waving his hand to encourage some candles to follow him. Micky could see no sign off him in the house and was ready to give up until he finally found what appeared to be him. Laying on a long brown table, laid out like he were about to be cremated was Necromancer, the golden urn floating above him. Micky took a moment to think what he was going to say before finally blurting out a “So this is where you got off to.”

The moment Micky finished speaking he sat up, breathing in air loudly before turning his head to Micky. He was no longer wearing his black hat, Micky could see his hair and face. His eyes were cold and dark, no sign of colour within them. His hair was long for a guy. Nowhere near as long as Micky’s but it stretched down to the bottom of his neck. It looked to be dirty and greasy, probably going for the been dead for years hairstyle. He had black beard, moustache connected with it, seeming never shaven in his life. His skin was a pale dead white, a chilling sight. Micky was right when he assumed this guy was wearing a black tank top, baring his arms that were as pale as his face, aside from the tattoos that were printed on them. Micky could depicts some, zombie like creatures in green flames, all sorts of other stuff that resembled pain and death also upon his arms. His cold eyes never left Micky’s face, always staring at him waiting for him to continue speaking.

Micky sensed he should continue speaking, seeing as Necromancer seemed to be in no mood to start off a conversation. “So….you weren’t hungry?” Micky said, hoping for some kind of reply.

“No” he replied coldly, still focused now staring at his eyes, mentally burning a hole through him.

“You wanna tell me the rest of what happened?” Micky asked, hoping to be answered with yes.

His eyes focused away from Micky, now staring into nothingness in thought. “You don’t have to you know?” Micky said in a somewhat caring way.

“My mother lost her mind when my father died. His death was unexplained. He was found hanging from a chandelier, a few feet above the ground.” He paused for a few moments to take in the emotion that he must have locked away all his life. “Him and I were the last of the family bloodline that owned this house and so the deed was turned over to me. I was only five, still not understanding what had happened. My mother fired all the maids and servants that worked for us. She started to lose her mind, losing self control, obsessed with blood, writing Murder all over the walls.” Micky was lost in the story, just listening and imagining life from his position.

“She held a party the night we cremated my father. I woke in the middle of the night to find the main ball room empty. When I flicked on the lights I found everyone’s body hacked to pieces, yet no trace of blood. That was barely the start of the nightmare. I tried running up the stairs but I was welcomed by a tidal wave of blood. There was so much of it, almost every drop that could have came from the bodies that lay on the ball room floor. I could feel myself drowning as I fell down the stairs from the force of the blood. When it finally ran out I found myself laying on the concrete outside, blood soaking the front doors, concrete and even the dirt. I sat up to find my mother digging a hole in the ground. I tried running to her for comfort but she was having none of it. She smashed my skull with the spade. I lay there, my vision blurred under my own blood. She picked me up and threw me into a coffin, next to my dad’s urn. She slammed the coffin shut and I can only guess she threw it into the hole. I felt my body fall almost ten feet. I scratched, clawed and screamed trying to get out but my mother wouldn’t hear me. I could hear her throwing dirt onto the wooden cell that I was trapped in.”

He closed his eyes, Micky could only guess to try and hide tears. He knew this guy was definitely the tough guy kind of person. Micky could tell he wasn’t going to speak no more when he slammed himself back into the dead position. Micky walked off, thinking about everything Necromancer had said to him. He lay awake in bed, watching the floating candles dance in their own little twirls, circling Micky’s bed, and creating patterns that soothed him off to sleep. Micky could finally see why Necromancer would keep these creepy things around. He finally drifted off to sleep, starting to dream what Necromancer had told him.

‘Put me in a homemade cellar, put me in a hole for Shelter. Someone hear me please, all I see is hate, I can hardly breathe and I can hardly take it’ - Purity, Slipknot.

Well, the basis for Necromancer’s behaviour, look and style is based on WWE’s Undertaker. The story is a mix of ‘The Shining’ and the story of ‘Purity’ from crimescene.com which is about a girl being buried alive by an ex-boyfriend as well as a bit of my own of course, And before you ask, yes the name Purity is taken from the same girl from the story, although she is actually based on people I know, just the name is taken from it. I am also aware this is left on a cliff hanger but meh, just means you’ll have to read the next chapter :P.


Well, your finally up to date with TPM with my fic so expect the next chap this sunday and the next 1 the sunday after etc

Ytnim May 20th, 2004 4:16 PM

Yeah I know this seems pointless and stupid but I'll post it any way. Your Fan Fic Rocks!!!!!!!!!! There is no way to describe how good it is. Well I hope that you continue with this great Fan Fic!!!!!!

Onimusha May 21st, 2004 4:48 AM

Well, I intend to finish it off but here it seems to be pretty much ignored.

Anyways, posts next chapter which he finished yesterday.

Chapter 16: Date With Death

‘Let this heart be still’ - Mama Said, Metallica

Necromancer shot up into the sitting position from the table, awaking from his sleep to the sound of rattling. He rolled to his feet and grabbed an axe from under the table, his self defence against an intruder. He knew full well this wasn’t an intruder. This was something that would happen every night. This house wasn’t safe for guests and he knew that full well. Attached to his Axe were five Pokeballs, an efficient way to keep all his defence in one place. With one brush of his hand he’d knocked off all five Pokeballs and released his four Pokemon. He motioned his hand as he sent them an order. Five different rooms were being occupied, five different ghosts would protect the occupants.

He placed his hat upon his head and covered his arms with his trench coat. Slowly he made his way towards the staircase, axe at the ready for any physical being, as unlikely as it was. He was hoping for the cause of the racket to have been Poltergeist, but he was almost guarantied that it wasn’t. A white silhouette dashed across the upper hallway right in front of Necromancer. For him it was nothing but a normal occurrence. A ghost of one of the victims of the house. This one was often seen by him. The maid of his great-great-great grandfather, found stabbed in her bed, knife in her back with no traces of finger prints, footsteps or any indication of who done it, the first victim of many to the house‘s bloodlust. Necromancer dropped his axe to the floor, now positive it was no intruder. Now all he could do was hope his Pokemon would stop the restless spirit in time.

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Purity rocked side to side in her sleep, the result of a nightmare that was soon to become reality. The white silhouette of the former maid started to slip through her bedroom door. A sadistic smile formed on the half visible face of the women’s ghost. From under the door she picked up her knife, the weapon of choice that she had slid under the door. A small huff of breathe left Purity’s lips as a strand of her blew away from her. The maid walked up to her like a mother checking on her baby, a sign of love and care in her stride, re-living her days of life when she would take care of her masters child. She brushed Purity’s hair from her cheek, revealing her beautiful face totally in her sight. The care left her stride, the grin returned to her face as she raised the knife up, holding it with both hands tightly, ready to puncture her chest. Purity started to stir, noticing her hair had moved subconsciously.

It was now or never time for the maid to kill Purity. She thrust the knife down with all her might, only missing her heart by an inch. Blood sprayed violently from the wound as the maid pulled the knife from her body. Purity’s eyes shot open as she cried loudly in pain, only to be silenced by falling into an unconscious state. The maid’s ghost dropped the knife onto the white torn blanket and rushed off through the walls, knowing it was only a matter of time that someone would burst through the doors, hearing her cries. Slowly, the red stain spread along the blanket, staining up through the sheets. Kerri was first to burst through the bedroom door, her loss of voice making her unable to scream. She just covered her mouth and closed her eyes turning away and running for Micky’s door for help.

Necromancer was in the room in no time, watching three of his Pokemon pass him by, trying to chase the maid’s ghost. When Micky got to the room his jaw dropped, almost preparing himself for tears. He wanted to be sick but he was in such a state that he couldn’t. He looked over to Necromancer and he could see it in his eyes. He knew full well there was a homicidal ghost in the house and he was still fine with putting him and his friends at risk. So many emotions rushed past him. Depression, sickness, but the one he let out was anger. He threw his right fist right into Necromancer’s jaw followed by a kick to the groin, sending him down. Micky leaped onto him, pounding his face as hard as he could, getting at least five punches in before he was dragged off by Mark upon his arrival, shouting sense into him, telling him they needed to get Purity to hospital as soon as they could. It pained Micky to admit it but he was right. He called an ambulance from his mobile as soon as he could and tried to find a way to stop the bleeding for the time being.

Micky’s hands were soaked in Purity’s blood when the ambulance arrived, some of his face and hair when he tried to brush it aside. Tears washed some of his face, somehow managing to break out of the steel cold eyes from the stare of hatred he gave Necromancer. Mark and Karen went in the ambulance with Purity, Micky said he wanted to be left with Necromancer but Kerri knew he would snap and wasn’t about to leave her younger brother alone. The eyes of the two were so fixated on each other it was like they were having a conversation. Both eyes were as cold as steel, Micky’s telling Necromancer how much he blamed him, Necromancer’s saying it wasn’t his fault and he’s never going to take the blame for it. Latianne tried to talk some sense into Micky but he blocked out all her mental pleas.

After about twenty minutes of Micky and Necromancer staring holes through each other, Micky’s cell phone rang. Micky ignored the noise it emitted, not wanting to take his eyes off of Necromancer. Kerri took the phone over to him, prodding his shoulder with her finger to make sure he knew she has brought it to him and to make sure he was aware it was ringing. “I know!” Micky hissed through his grit teeth to his older sister. “I don’t want to be told that she is dead” he continued, still through his gritted teeth. “Hang it up!” he ordered to her. She refused to so Micky snatched it from her and done it himself. He proceeded to drop it to the floor and continued to stare a hole through Necromancer.

The phone rang again. This time Micky crushed it with his foot, slowly stamping it into pieces. Kerri didn’t like the way this was going at all. She gave Micky a look of desperation that begged Micky to see sense. Micky barely caught a glimpse of it, his eyes were too focused on watching Necromancer. Part of him believed it was perfectly possible that Necromancer did stab her, or even sent out whatever killed Purity on purpose. Both Micky and Necromancer had their eyes locked on each other through the night like they were insomniacs. As light broke through the cobweb covered windows the both of them hissed. Kerri was totally unconscious, Angel was still locked away in her Pokeball, not making a mental peep. Micky knew he had the perfect opportunity to take a strike at Necromancer. Necromancer was thinking in the same way. ‘Everyone is asleep, he’s gonna attack me.’ He prepared himself to block anything Micky would send at him.

Micky and Necromancer would have been nose to nose if it wasn’t for the one foot height advantage Necromancer had. Micky strained his tired stiff neck upwards, glaring at Necromancer’s creepy face. Micky struggled to restrain his hate, but to no avail. The size difference, the location and the fact that his sister would shoot awake any time soon was nothing compared to what his anger wanted him to do. Micky, with all his might, threw his right fist into Necromancer’s stomach. Fully prepared for this, in less than a second of Micky’s punch connecting with Necromancer’s stomach, he had Micky’s throat held in his right hand in a choke. He pressed him against the walls, holding him in the air with his one arm, using the wall for some leverage. “Now you listen here!” he grunted. “It is not my fault that your friend died. I did not know one of the ghosts would wake and I do not, and I repeat, I do not like you!” he hissed through his gritted teeth. He pressed his face so close to Micky’s that their noses were crushing each other. Micky’s eyes focused on Necromancer’s, Necromancer returned this gesture as both said their words to each other. Kerri started to stir and Necromancer dropped Micky down to his feet. The shock of it made Micky fall to his left knee as Necromancer turned his back to him, his trench coat dragging behind him.

Micky spat to the ground in distain as well as the feeling of failure, letting Necromancer get the last word. He rose to his feet and shook his sister awake. She gave a look of shock, her eyes blurred. “Come on, we’re going to Mauville hospital” he said quickly. Micky now wanted to know what the phone call was about, now that his mind was off of Necromancer.

****

After a short ride on Angel’s back, both Micky and Kerri landed outside of the Mauville Hospital. The giant building was like a skyscraper. The bottom floor was the lobby, where all information about the patients were kept. The walls surrounding it were all badge stone. A giant red cross sign stuck above the automatic glass doors. Above this floor were more than twenty floors of glass, small black lines all equally split along each side, representing the whereabouts of the thin walls that separated groups of patients. Micky withdrew Angel to her Pokeball and handed it to his sister. The both ran to the lobby front desk, somewhat reminded of a Pokemon Center by the red tiles and white walls. All that was missing was the trainers. Everyone in the room seemed to be depressed about something. Still, no sign of Mark or Karen so they knew they’d have to ask where they were.

They were directed to the ninth floor by the receptionist, saying Purity and two people who came with her were sleeping there. As the doors opened, the stench of illness entered their noses. Micky wanted to hurry this up as much as he could, Kerri seemingly in agreement. Both made their way around until they found the five of them. Purity laying unconscious with something hooked to her arm, beeping away, her body hidden under the white blanket. Karen was sat with Pikachu in her lap, sitting upright with her eyes closed on a chair next to the bed. Mark was laying on a bed nearby, Wobbuffet next to him, looking just as clueless asleep as he does awake.

Feeling a certain rivalry between Mark and himself, he chose to wake Karen by poking her with his index finger. She shot awake within the first poke, no wake up stalling, no trying to figure out what was going, it was like all this time her eyes had just been closed but no unconsciousness. She sighed in relief once she’d taken a moment to calm down from the shock of being woken. “Finally, you got here” she said, relieved to see he actually cared, considering he hung up the phone on her the previous night.

“Yeah” he said, not showing any sign of emotion, just a simple reply. “How is she?” he said, a slightly more depressed tone.

“She’s in a coma” she replied. “The shock of the stabbing put her body into a lifeless state.” She shook her head a huffed in sadness. “She may never leave this coma” she continued, a tear starting to form. “What did Necromancer say?” she asked, hoping that maybe he had the answer to how to help her.

“Nothing important” Micky replied in a hiss.

“Is he coming?” she asked, hoping to hear what he has to say, knowing Micky was lying about him saying anything.

“Not with me here” Micky replied, still having his teeth gritted tightly.

“Do you wanna call her parents?” Karen asked, hoping she wouldn’t have to deal with their reactions.

“No” Micky replied bluntly. “I need to get to Rustboro, I can’t waste time calling people” he said. He couldn’t believe he was saying this but he didn’t want to spend time hanging around in depression. As emotionless as he appeared, he had to leave.

“Your still gonna continue Pokemon Training?” she said shocked at his lack of care.

“I can’t sit around grieving, especially over someone who isn’t dead yet” he replied, now digging out his most hateful uncaring side to hide his depression.

“I can’t believe you” she said loudly and hatefully. “You’re just gonna run off when your friend is on the verge of death.”

Micky looked away in anger, a vein forming on his forehead. He grabbed her like Necromancer grabbed him, gripping her throat tightly with his right hand. “Now listen here” he said, just like Necromancer had said. “I’ve known her for less than a month, therefore, it is not my duty to hang about until she dies.” The loudness of his voice woke mark, finding his sister in what appeared to be a threatening position.

Onimusha May 21st, 2004 4:48 AM

Being his duty as the bigger brother, he leaped from his sleep to attack Micky. Kerri tried to restrain Micky but Mark was already laying fists into him before she could. He busted Micky open with his right hand, drawing blood from the left side of his forehead. Micky retaliated by slinging him over to the ground and laying punches into his face. Kerri managed to drag him off but only to be pushed to the side, Micky now totally focused on destroying Mark. He pounded away at his face and nose, drawing huge amounts of blood all over his fist. Doctors eventually dragged Micky away, trying to restrain him. He pushed them away and took one last shot at him, kicking him in the chin, before finally running off, heading back towards Grave Mansion. Mark was helped onto a hospital bed, trying to restrain him as well as stop the bleeding, Karen hiding away in fits of fear.

Now on his own, with no one by his side for comfort, the feeling of isolation consuming him. His feet ached from the pain of running, the more it hurt, the faster he ran. The sun was still rising, Micky was yet to have breakfast, still surviving on what he’d eaten the previous night. Hours into his run he finally saw the giant gloomy mansion in the distance. He clambered over the fences, the gates closed since his sister and his leaving.

His shirt, now torn from the steel fences. His feet were soaked in blood, several toe nails broken to the point they drew blood, but nothing was stopping him from getting at Necromancer, or so he thought. The door was locked and no matter how hard Micky pounded and kicked it wouldn’t open. The more inventive side of himself kicked in. A small statue of a Pokemon known as Gastly was at the steps. Micky picked it up and took aim at a window before shattering the dirty glass. A giant hole stood out among the dusty glass as Micky leaped through it, breaking whatever survived the statue. Glass sliced into his skin as he landed on his side onto a carpet of broken glass. His right arm was slit in multiple places as well as his right leg, although his already bleeding forehead seemed to be untouched.

He slowly rose to his feet, small pieces of glass piercing his hands as he rose up. “Necromancer!” he shouted loudly and hatefully. “Get out here!” he screamed as he continued to shout. “I know you’re in here!” he shouted. He grabbed a large chunk of the broken glass in his hands and clenched it tight until it drew blood from his fingers. “Come on you sick freak!” he spat. There was pure silence except from the sound of Micky’s blood dripping onto the floor. Eventually, Micky slowly heard a sound. Not footsteps. It was the sound of something rolling. That something soon became visible. Necromancer’s Urn appeared near the stairs, rolling on its side. The Urn began to roll its way down the stairs, bouncing as it dropped down each step. Slowly the golden Urn rolled to his feet. Micky turned his face from in like he’d just had a sniff of a Muk’s droppings. It tapped his foot again. Micky expecting to see Poltergeist somewhere but no sign of him, just a sign of his powers. Micky picked it up in his hands to be surprised by the top popping up. He dropped it to the ground. It made a loud bang as it crashed to the floor as a wrapped up piece of paper rolled out. Basic curiosity made him pick the paper up and unroll it. It was a note from Necromancer.

Micky, I figure I should write this since I do not wish to say it to you in person. After what happened to your friend, I’m afraid I cannot stay in this house no more, although it is not directly my fault I cannot help but feel partially guilty.

“Partially?” Micky spat sarcastically. “It is your fault.” Still, Micky continued to read.

I have the urge to tell you the rest of what happened to me. You are the first person to ever hear anything about it.

“And what makes you think I care?” Micky said, as though he were talking to Necromancer rather than reading what he’d written.

After what happened I’m sure you don’t care much.

“Wow, what a news flash” he said sarcastically.

Still, I’m going to continue. I was stuck in that coffin. If you loo where you slept, you’ll find a coffin underneath the bed. I was trapped in the box with nothing but my father’s ashes. I started to feel light-headed and my vision blurred away. I was slowly fading away. I heard a clutter above me, the sound shocking me back to consciousness. The coffin started floating up and the door flung open. I sat up quickly, just like I did last night. My mother was laying on the floor dead, her eyes missing from her skull. Floating above her was a ball of gas. He was the un-evolved form of Gengar, which is currently what Poltergeist is, and will be nothing more, Gengar being the last evolution form of his kind. When I first found him, juggling my mothers eyes, he was a Gastly, as gas ball. I tossed my mothers body into the hole and Poltergeist moved the mud over her, she was registered as another missing person from the house and I was the last of my family line left. Since then, I’ve become a Pokemon Trainer, raising Poltergeist through the ranks of evolution until he became what he is today, a champion. Still, I hope your friend Purity gets better, I honestly do, but it was not my fault. Can you do me the favour of locking up the house please? I also left you a gift in the coffin that was under your bed. Anyways, this is the end of my letter.

There was a line of pen where the full stop was drawn, like he was dragging the pen off of the page. Micky made his way up the stairs, the letter still in his right hand, now stained with blood. He entered the room in which he slept to find the coffin, now in the centre of the room, no bed now. He slowly approached it, backing away every now on then, hoping to flick it open in one movement, not having to get to close. After circling it a few times he just ran up to it and shoved it over, sliding it open. Out of it, five of the floating candles rose. Micky smirked. “Not a bad gift” he said, being accustomed to them. Not to mention their practical use for when he was out in the world.

He exited Grave Mansion via its door, locking it on the way out as well as boarding up the broken window. The five candles following behind him. He walked away from it, heading towards a mountain, the way to Rustboro City. When he’d made his way to the top of the small mountain he gazed back towards Grave Mansion. It was still easily visible, the size really making a difference. The candles seemed to wave goodbye to the house before following Micky along the mountain path.

****

Purity shot up awake, her coma lasting a mere twelve hours. She could feel the pain of the stab wound still, screaming loudly for the time she didn’t. Karen tried to hug her better like she were a sister, mark on the next hospital dead with a broken nose from the previous attack. Doctors came rushing to her, injecting morphine into her arm, claming her down again. She woke again, the drowsiness of the morphine putting her out for about three hours. It was reasonably late at night, about eight. Her wound still hurt, but only when she moved in certain directions. It was hard to adjust to, but she was starved and before she even bothered asking what happened, she demanded food.

She ate dinner with mark and Karen, Kerri had already left, feeling guilty about Mark’s nose. Once she’d finished with the meal, the first question on her mind was “Where’s Micky?”

Karen had to think how to reply to this. She wasn’t expecting her to leave the coma condition so quickly. “He left, leaving Mark a souvenir.” She nodded her head over to Mark, obviously implying the bloodied nose. “Just like us, he thought you’d still be in the coma. The doctors must’ve made a major mistake, they said you’d probably never leave that coma.”

“So…where is he?” she asked, hoping to get an answer, since he‘d been her closest friend for almost a month.

“Dunno” she said bluntly. “He stormed off and he destroyed his mobile so, I just don’t know” she continued.

“Well, you gotta get me to Rustboro, he must be heading there” she said.

“You just been stabbed” Karen replied, shocked at how she wants to be friends with a guy who practically said he didn’t give a **** about her.

“So, he’s my friend, and he’s thinking I’m dead thanks to you” she replied, now blaming her, even though she knew it wasn’t her fault.

“Look, just forget about him ok, he went and assaulted my bro and me, whatever respect I had for hi before is gone. Just forget about him, doubt he was a good friend anyways.”

“Don’t tell me who to be friends with Karen” Purity threatened back to her. “He obviously gives a **** if he snapped that much” she continued, gripping her chest from shouting so much.

“Look, whatever, just don’t expect us two to come with you, I don’t want anything to do with that jackass” she said to him, moving her fingers between Mark and herself when she said two.

“Fine!” Purity replied, knowing that Karen was bluffing. She slumped back on her bed in a strop and stopped the conversation there. Grudgingly, Karen started to discuss the prospect of re-meeting with Micky.

‘I’m Ok, Just Go away and into distance let me fade’ - Invisible Kid, Metallica.

Author Notes: Well, I’d like to think someone would react the same way as Purity would if I were to just run off, but that aint likely, but oh well, my fic, my imagination, my rules :P. Well, next chapter, Micky is all by himself except those cool little candles. I think its time another Pokemon got caught or at least evolves so that might (MIGHT, not will) happen. Oh, by the way, as tempting as it was to kill Purity and Mark I just couldn’t. Would **** up my future plans to much *I have the ending all set out and unfortunately, them two have a part to play, although Purity is starting to **** me off and, well mark is to.*

Ytnim May 21st, 2004 7:34 PM

I can't wait for the next chapter!!!!

Onimusha May 22nd, 2004 5:44 AM

Yeah, you're gonna have to wait until I complete it now, lol, Pokecom is fully up to date with TPM as far as my fic goes now.

Onimusha May 24th, 2004 9:37 AM

Chapter 17: Battle Mountain

‘Every time I lose myself, you find me, Redefine me’ - Redefine, Soil

A yellow taxi pulled up outside Rustboro City Gym. Karen, Pikachu and Purity exited, Purity barely able to walk with her knife injury. They still hadn’t told her parents and she had no intention to, it would be the perfect excuse to make her stop Pokemon training. Mark was totally against the idea of finding Micky, as far as he was concerned he was nothing to him, and despite his liking for Purity there was no way he was gonna endure Micky’s annoying personality, especially after what he’d done to both him and his sister. Karen wasn’t keen on seeing Micky again either, however Purity was starting to grow on her like the sister she never had and although what Micky had done was unjustified, he had saved her life at one stage and the way she saw it, it evened out enough for her to forgive him.

The three of them made their way to the gyms entrance, Pikachu unsure of entering since it was a rock and ground gym and any argument that lead to a fight would result in him losing most likely. The three of them knew there was little chance of Micky being there already but there was no harm in asking. They walked around to the back to enter the reception area. They requested to speak to Roxanne but were told she had yet to arrive at the gym. In a way it was a good sign, Micky wouldn’t have left Rustboro without obtaining the stone badge. Still, now they had to make sure they would know when he did arrive, and they needed Roxanne for that.

****

Micky woke to find the sun burning down hard on him. He’d slept on his jacket during the night, his sleeping bag left behind in Grave Mansion accidentally. He boiled himself some water and made a pot noodle for breakfast. He fed the candles some paper, the way they ate apparently, burning paper in their flames. Seemed odd to Micky but it was cheap and efficient. Micky tidied up where he’d been, sorting out his hair and his clothes. He changed from all black to just his boxers, practically walking around naked, the weather too hot for him to be able to wear his clothes.

The mountain path itself was empty. The ground was smooth, covered in smooth sand. It was clearly not designed for cars; a tunnel that went through the mountain served that purpose. It seemed that few people were interested in walking the mountains slopes. Micky however, was interested. He was determined to find another Pokemon, he realised his team was unbalanced, three bug typed Pokemon. I nice strong Rock type would benefit his team greatly and he was determined to find one. The smooth path was fine, but Pokemon wouldn’t take routes like this, they would be in the tough hiking areas, living in caves and thriving in holes and drops.

Eventually, after walking a good half a mile or so of the mountain path, he found a low cliff-face, small enough for him to climb up, only fifteen feet or so. He directed the candles to float up top as he started to climb, gripping the pale brown stones that stuck out as stepping stones to the above. It took Micky about half a minute to finally grip the top of the cliff face. He could feel grass and mud on his fingers as he tried to swing his right leg up. He finally hooked himself on top of the cliff and rolled to his side, his practically naked body covered in sand from the climb. When he finally got his feet he knew he’d found what he wanted. His eyes saw what appeared to be natural stone pillars, six of them. He took a close look at them. They were about ten feet tall marked in what appeared to be Braille, language of the blind. The six pillars were surrounding a big giant rock which looked like a cave with no entrance. There were two pillars at the front, one on either side and to at the back, seeming to be in perfect symmetry.

Micky circle the thing several times but eventually gave up. If he wanted to get in this cave he’d have to use Pokemon. He reached to his bag, removing his Pokeball belt. He threw his four Pokeballs one at a time, first releasing Scy, then Strider, then Free and finally Kotaro. “Free, Strider, Solarbeam!” Micky ordered. “Kotaro, Shadow Ball! Scy, Silver Wind!” His Pokemon gave him a look that said ‘you gotta be kidding!’ Micky looked at them for a moment in confusion, almost as if he were demanding them to explain why they wouldn’t. “Guys!” Micky shouted in frustration. His Pokemon still refused to attack the large rock. Enraged by their disobedience, Micky withdrew his Pokemon back to their Pokeballs and slung his Pokeball belt over his shoulder, tying it around his arm. He flicked his hair back in anger and spat to the ground. He knew a powerful Pokemon had to be inside that cave. Anything with Braille inscriptions and six stone pillars surrounding it had to be worth catching. Micky started to walk away from the rock, continuing to move away from the cliff-face he’d climbed in search of a rock Pokemon.

“You shouldn’t be disturbing great Pokemon” a familiar voice called. He knew immediately who it was by the smug, self-absorbed sound of his voice. “Your Pokemon know that and so should you” he continued, speaking like he was some great professor of Pokemon. Micky turned to face him. He was successful at matching the voice to the person. Standing there, atop the rock that stood about fifteen feet in the air was the creepy sadistic face of his rival Shane. His pointy nose and evil smirk making Micky want to smash his face to pieces with his hands, still covered in dried blood from the previous day. He jumped down the fifteen feet of the rock and landed perfectly on his feet, only a few feet from Micky. He was dressed well for the weather. Wearing pale green shorts that revealed his incredibly hair legs. His shirt was like that of an archaeologist’s, a short sleeved crème t-shirt. All he needed was the hat and a camera and he’d be perfect for the look. Even his Pokeball belt was like an archaeologist’s, pale brown. Micky could see seven Pokeballs attached to that very belt. Not a good sign for Micky to see his rival so far ahead in Pokemon, still, Micky knew it was always quality over quantity seeing as the longest battle they could have was four on four. “Miss me?” Shane smirked sarcastically.

“Oh yeah dude, I missed you loads!” Micky replied sarcastically. “How did I last so long without having a thorn in my side?” he questioned rhetorically at his rival. “Let me guess, you want to battle, seeing as me and you are one a piece.” Micky really had too much on his mind to be able to focus on a battle. Although he hid it, he was deeply worried and depressed by her condition, however, as a training he could not reject a battle challenge should Shane propose it, and Micky knew he would. The floating candles circled above Micky’s head like a halo as though they were reading his depressed thoughts.

“You’re running out of insults dude, you only managed to piece together a crappy sentence. I am disappointed with you” he said sarcastically.

“Oh you have me so wrong Shane” Micky replied. “It’s not that I can’t find insults for you, it’s just there are so many that if I were to list them all I’d be here for years, and unlike you, I have things to do with my life!”

“Ouch Ouch!” Shane replied with total sarcasm. “So harsh dude, so harsh! One thing though. What‘s with the lack of clothes? I mean, come on!” he started to laugh. “You should be trying to hide that little thing, not trying to get him out!”

“And you think I’m harsh?” Micky replied, continuing the tradition of sarcasm as he raised his eyebrow. “A shot below the belt, dude, I am ashamed of you.”

Shane just smirked and shook his head at Micky. “Come on dude, let’s get this battle started. Here, I’ll even make this easy on you, seeing as you lack talent, I’ll send my Pokemon out first giving you a chance to select a Pokemon with a type advantage.” Shane had already observed which Pokemon Micky had from atop the rock and he knew what Pokemon to use. A nice strong fire type could handle three of his Pokemon so he knew Micky would send out his Ponyta just so he didn’t get the type advantage. His Magby had the power to destroy the fragile pony with ease so he chose his Magby. He threw his half red half white orb to the ground and from out of the pink-red see-through glow came his two foot tall fire Pokemon.

“How predictable” Micky smirked. “And now I suppose I’m supposed to throw out my Ponyta?”

“Makes sense don’t it?” Shane said.

“Yeah, don’t it just” Micky said. Micky removed a Pokeball from the belt tied to his left shoulder. Shane narrowed his eyes onto it as if to say ‘what you waiting for, just send that **** pony out already’ but Micky wanted to let him bask in his own confidence. Micky remembered how Kotaro destroyed the fire types in Lavaridge gym and he knew there was no way Shane could have been s skilled as Flannery. Micky spat to his right before throwing his Pokeball forward, only an inch away from Magby’s face. The glow took shape and formed his underestimated bug Kotaro. He let out a small chirp as Micky picked up his Pokeball, Shane looking in shock at Micky’s choice.

“Um, dude, you wanna rethink your choice?” he said, his plan completely shattered. He now had to revert back to his spray the bug in flames tactic.

“Nah” Micky said. “Kotaro, Dig!” Micky ordered, not giving Shane a moment to think out his new plan.

“What?!” Shane shouted. “You gimp, we haven’t even started properly. We aint even decided how many Pokemon we’re using!” Shane complained, knowing that even his flamethrower plan was screwed until the bug rose to the ground again, and chances were he’d get the advantage by getting a cheap shot in.

“Ok, how does four on four sounds?” Micky said quickly, brushing some sand off of his shoulders.

“Fine” Shane said shaking his head with wide eyes as if to say ‘that all you gotta say for yourself you cheating bastard.’

“Great, Kotaro, Mind Reader!” Micky shouted, loud enough for the bug to hear beneath the dirt. Although it appeared that nothing had happened, Magby knew his mind was being read and that his position on the ground had been identified. He started leaping around, hoping that Kotaro would rise up and miss him as he jumped.

“Magby!” Shane thought for a moment about what he could do. “Endure!” Magby stopped his prancing about now focused on toughening his body to take the hit he was about to receive.

“Kotaro!” Micky shouted. “Surface Cut!” he shouted. Kotaro twirled himself to the surface of the grassy ground, leaping out just behind Magby and slashing his foe’s back with his right claw. Magby let out a growl of pain, his mind still focused on surviving the attack. The blood started to spray from Magby’s spine like it were leaving a hose. Kotaro’s attack had hit a major blood vessel in Magby’s back and unconsciousness would arrive soon to the fire type. Shane had too much pride to let his Pokemon go down without a fight.

“Magby, Ember!” He ordered, knowing he could take down the bug in one shot if it hit. As much pain as Magby was in, he took in a deep breath.

“Protect!” Micky ordered just before Magby let out his breath. A line of fire shot from Magby’s mouth at Kotaro, only to be met by a see-through jade green protective sphere that surrounded the bug. The flames got absorbed into the shield and failed to have any effect on the bug. Micky smiled a self-pleased smirk before ordering his Nincada to use “Façade.” The bug’s body glowed a bright white before leaping at the bleeding Magby. The sheer speed of the bug knocked Magby to the ground. He jumped about a foot away and narrowed his eyes on his target, awaiting orders. Magby tried to rise to his knee’s but he just slipped on the soft grass, breathing out a small puff of black smoke from his mouth.

“Kotaro!” Micky shouted, more of a warning Shane to withdraw his Pokemon order rather than a start to an order he was going to give to his Pokemon.

Shane let out a breath of disappointment as he withdrew his Pokemon. “You cheated dude, that’s the only reason why you won” Shane said, trying to hide his embarrassment at losing when he had the type advantage. “Grovyle, go!” he shouted. He now sent out his two foot tall grass gecko, seeming like it were a bird with it’s wing like arms that would shoot leaves at his foe. The bug and grass type glared at each other for a short time, awaiting their orders. Grovyle heard the commotion from his Pokeball and felt a certain respect for his foe. Overcoming his disadvantage, something even he doubted he could do.

Finally, the tension starting to bug Micky, he decided on his order. “Kotaro” Micky growled, pointing his finger forward like a fascist, letting the sweat exit his pores as the sun boiled down hard on him. “Silver Wind!” he ordered.

“Agility!” Shane ordered to his Pokemon, not wasting any time. The Nincada’s eyes started to twinkle as his claws shimmered a silvery green as the gecko started to run circles around his foe, preparing to avoid the attack he would soon receive.

“Mind Reader!” Micky ordered yet again. Kotaro was having a difficult time now. Not only did he have to focus on preparing the silver wind, he also had to read his foes mind to determine his position. Realising his mind was being read, Grovyle used his sharp claws to scurry up one of the stone pillars before leaping to the top of the large stone tomb. This was only a minor set-back for Kotaro. He aimed his claws towards the top of the large rock and readied himself to scatter silver wind cuts across Grovyle as soon as he came into range.

“Solarbeam!” Shane ordered. Ignoring the fact that he was likely to be hit by Silver Wind, Grovyle leapt from the top of the rock using his lightning fast speed to totally avoid the spot Kotaro was aiming for. The sun bore down so hard that it was only a matter of seconds before Grovyle had absorbed enough solar energy to fire a huge beam at Kotaro. As he past over Kotaro he took the light in using his leafed wings. As he landed he rolled himself into a turn and face Kotaro who had already turned to face his foe. He was met by a long beam of yellow light that twirled majestically in the split second it took to hit it’s target. The Nincada went flying back ,the force of the light beam sending him back first into the giant rock. The huge blast stopped after a few seconds, allowing the Nincada to slide down the rock’s face, letting it slowly roll to the grassy floor in an unconscious mess.

“****!” Micky cursed loudly, completely shocked that this happened. Micky was now left with the choice of three Pokemon. His Ponyta, Strider, would have the type advantage but she lacked experience and was likely to be outrun by this Pokemon. Free on the other hand had plenty of experience prior to her capture and during the time Micky had her, however she had no true advantage over her foe. Then it came to his psychotic Scyther, Scy. Not once had he won a battle when used by Micky, but Micky knew if Scy could keep his temper he’d be able to pull off a win against Grovyle. Determined to make this successful, he spat to the side and brushed his hair back, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he did. He removed Scy’s ball from his shoulder and threw it to the ground, letting him take his full form at just above six feet tall.

“Still got that piece of crap with you?” Shane smirked, knowing that if he could enrage this Pokemon it would make victory so much easier. Scy growled and narrowed his eyes on Shane, looking at him as if he could be another victim of his scythe. Unfortunately, he had given up that life, his respect for Micky made him feel that it was his duty to protect him, and that was a full time job. Shane’s hairstyle and evil look reminded him so much of his former trainer, so focused on becoming the best that he had no care for anyone else. He would put him in his place, he had to prove to Micky he was a worthy Pokemon as well as destroy his foe. “Quick Attack!” Shane shouted to his Pokemon. Both Micky had Scy were completely unfocused and within a second of receiving his order, Grovyle had knocked his opponent to the floor, using all his speed to his advantage. Scy got back to his feet as quickly as he could, but he wasn’t fast enough. Using his right, wing-like arm, Grovyle threw his body at the waist of Scy like he were a spear and took the giant mantis off of his feet and back to the floor, skidding himself back to his feet.

“Scy, Double Team!” Before pulling himself to his feet, Scy figured out what he was going to do. Grovyle charged at him again but this time Scy flew above him, letting the gecko’s momentum send rolling along the ground. When Grovyle got back to his feet he was met by three Scyther’s. Or what appeared to be three Scyther’s. The nature of double team was for the Pokemon to leave an image of itself in a place it was. It was rare for a Pokemon to be able to use this technique and Micky had only recently learned of it, but he was already pleased with how it was working. Grovyle had no idea which to aim for and looked over to Shane for advice.

“Attack the middle one!” Shane shouted. Grovyle speared his body at the centre image of Scyther but went right through it. He landing on his side, scraping his back along the ground. The middle Scyther was now gone, leaving him with a choice of two others. Both Shane and Micky had no idea which one was Scy, he moved too quickly for them to get a good look. Shane ordered Grovyle to aim for the one on his left. Grovyle again attacked in his spear like quick attack but again went right through it. This time he was more hesitant in his attack and lowered his momentum enough to avoid falling to the ground.

“Ok! Scy, now hit that thing with an Ariel Ace!” Micky ordered. The Scyther didn’t move an inch. “Scy!” Micky shouted desperately.

“Guess he doesn’t like taking orders” Shane laughed. “Grovyle, hit him with a Double-edge!” Shane ordered. Grovyle had no hesitance in his attack. He took aim and fired his body at the Scyther skull first. Again he went directly through the Scyther, so much momentum in his attack that he went sliding almost six metres. Both Micky and Shane looked on in confusion as the Scyther illusion disappeared from view. Grovyle pulled himself to his feet, his back bleeding from the speed of him scraping along the ground. “What the **** do you think your playing at Micky!” Shane shouted desperately, never encountering something like this.

Onimusha May 24th, 2004 9:37 AM

“Scy!” Micky called out confused. “Where are you?”

“If that piece of crap don’t show itself when I count to ten, you can consider it disqualified!” Shane shouted, convince Micky had cheated and withdrew him to his Pokeball. “One!” Shane counted slowly. “Two!” he continued, narrowing his eyes on Micky’s Pokeball belt, expecting to see Micky throw him out again, caught red-handed cheating. Grovyle’s focus was where Shane’s was, focused on Micky’s Pokeballs. “Three!”

“Scyther!” a sadistic voice hissed. The three of them started to look around in circles, wandering where he’d popped out of.

“Scy!” Micky shouted, now positive he was going to win, happy knowing his Pokemon hadn’t chickened out and ran. “Ariel Ace!” he ordered. Grovyle looked around desperately, awaiting an attack from the giant mantis. From the corner of his eye, Shane spotted the glint of the metal coat upon Scy from the top of the rock.

“There he is!” Shane shouted, pointing to the top of the rock trying to get Grovyle prepared. Shane was too late though. Scy glided down from the rock swiftly and cut across Grovyle’s face as he flew past him. Grovyle fell back and done a backwards roll before landing flat on his stomach, taken out by shock and power. Blood leaked from his cheek from where the scythe caught his face. Scy now prepared to stab right through the spine of this Pokemon. He was going to put this Grovyle out of action permanently. He gave Shane a look as if to say ‘You want this thing to last any longer, I suggest you withdraw him now!’ Shane was having none of it, shouting at his Pokemon to get back up. Scy had been in the same position as Grovyle before, belonging to a trainer who cared more about victories than his Pokemon’s health. He hated to punish Grovyle but it was the only way to teach a lesson to Shane. Scy sharpened his right scythe and flew up to the air, about twenty feet above Grovyle’s body. The gecko could barely squirm, trying to rise to his feet only to fall back to the ground. Shane had one last chance to withdraw his Pokemon but he didn’t. Scy took only a second to drop his scythe down the twenty feet right into Grovyle’s back. Grovyle cried in pain as blood started to squirt from his back. He continued to cry until he began to cough up blood. Scy forgot how much he enjoyed this, the cry of others, maybe belonging to Micky wasn’t such a bad idea.

Micky turned away at the sight of the blood spurting from Grovyle’s back. Scy pulled his scythe from Grovyle’s back and licked the blood from it. Shane had no choice but to withdraw his Pokemon back to his Pokeball. “Your sick!” Shane spat at Micky. “What kinda **** has a Pokemon like that!” he shouted in disgust, knowing if it were him he’d be happy to have a Pokemon like that, but this wasn’t him, it was Micky and to him it wasn’t fair. “Hey! Asshole” Shane shouted at Scy. “Try cutting this!” he shouted, throwing a Pokeball forward.

The Pokeball split open and the red glow took form. The creature stood at about three feet tall, although standing on all fours. Her body was at least a metre and a half in length. Her body was arched, from front to tail it was scaled in silver metal, each new scale spiked with a rounded lump with two black holes on either side as though it required screws to keep the plates on. Beneath these metal scales was a dark grey rock body, with four equally sized legs. Around her each ankle was a metal line, beneath those were her feet, each with three silver toes. She opened her mouth to growl revealing a pink tongue, not what Micky expected. Her eyes were a steel-cold blue, targeting on Micky for some reason.

“Scy!” Micky had to think what he could do to this. It was obvious that something made of steel wouldn’t be easy to cut. On the other hand, charging into it would probably fail as well.

“Lairon! Rock Slide!” Shane ordered before Micky could even think of a move to use. Lairon opened her huge mouth and from within it she fired several small rocks at Scy. The sheer force of the rocks made them smash on impact. Scy showed clear signs of being affected. He clenched his eyes shut as three of the rocks smashed on his skull, one of them busting a hole in his head. Scy fell to his knee’s, disorientated from the numbness caused by the adrenaline rushing to his head. “Now, Tackle!” he ordered. Micky was still clueless as to what he should order. Lairon charged her heavy body into Scy’s ribs. He was too disorientated to move out of the way and was knocked to the ground, the heavy Lairon using her front left foot to crush Scy’s ribs. Unlike Shane, Micky wasn’t going to let his Pokemon suffer. Much to Scy’s dismay, Micky withdrew him back to his Pokeball.

Micky took a moment to brush his hair back and re-think his strategy. He needed something that was fast but relied on attacks that worked effectively against metal. He knew the perfect choice. Fire was good against metal and ponies outrun huge chunks of rock and metal so he threw to what was Shane and Micky’s battlefield his fire pony. As she was released she twisted her neck side to side and puffed out some smoke from her nostrils. “Strider! Ember!” Micky ordered. In no time Strider had fired three balls of fire at her foes face. Lairon just closed her eyes and let the fireballs explode on her skull. Small black burn marks remained on her skull but she showed no sign of being harmed.

“Water Pulse!” Shane shouted. Micky doubted the big chunk of metal would be able to do that but he was in for a huge shock. Lairon gaped open her huge mouth a fired a thick spray of water towards Strider. The pony dodged the attack just in time.

“Strider!” Micky shouted. “Flamethrower!” Strider ran towards Lairon’s side and sprayed a long line of flames at the chunky metal and rock side of Lairon. A huge circle of burn marks formed on her side as the flamethrower stopped. Still, Lairon showed no sign of give and waddled her body to face her foe.

“Earthquake!” Shane shouted. Lairon used her forelegs to push her self onto her two hind legs, holding the standing position for a few seconds before finally slamming her two front legs to the ground. Cracks moved swiftly in a straight line towards Strider. The line of broken ground stopped about a metre away from Strider as the ground beneath her seemed to crack in a large circle around her, jolting upwards before falling apart in two semi-circled pieces with the Pony trapped in between the two. The sheer force of the attack had the pony disorientated and injured, not to mention trapped. “Now, Skull Bash!” The pony, her sides scarred, tried to use her three free legs to pull her left hind ankle from the ground but to no avail. Lairon lowered her head to the point she could barely see where she was headed, relying on the fact that she’d already taken aim and was only going to run in a straight line, her foe not going anywhere. With one last desperate attempt to save herself, Strider sprayed a long line of fire towards her foe as she charged forward. Lairon charged oblivious to the flames that burned her skull. Micky had no choice but to return her, bringing her back to her Pokeball just in time to save her from being hit by the burnt skull of Lairon.

Micky had no choice left now, he had to send Free out. He slung the Pokeball forward as his Butterfree shot out, as chirpy as ever, floating circles around and around. “Free, Sleep Powder!” Micky ordered, not giving her time to enjoy the fresh air outside her Pokeball and not giving Lairon a second to take aim on her opponent. Butterfree above Lairon dropping a thick fog of green mist that held small silvery spores. By the time all the spores had hit the ground Lairon had her eyes clenched shut, totally asleep, rolling to her side as though she wanted her tough belly rubbed. Free wasn’t going to grant that. By instinct of battle orders she’d received previously, she started up Silver Wind. Her wings began to glow the golden colour they always did before she finally started to flap her wings hard, sending the small cuts of light towards Lairon. Each leaf shaped Silver Wind cut through the tough stomach of Lairon as blood began to trickle from her wounds. Micky smirked as the helpless chunk of metal lay their, receiving the torture Free laid upon her. Shane didn’t need to be told, he knew Lairon wasn’t waking up any time soon and unlike his treatment of Grovyle, he withdrew her.

Free flew around celebrating her triumph, her wings singing soulfully, flicking between their usual white colour, to a glowing purple to a glowing green, as though she were trying to intimidate Shane. Shane knew that he needed something fast to take down this Pokemon and he knew the perfect choice. His newly evolved Golbat, evolving from his Zubat in Lavaridge Gym. He through the Pokeball forward, his Pokemon breaking out of it before it hit the ground. From out of the Pokeball came a huge bat, at least five foot in height, each wing about two feet in length however only one foot in height. Just like Zubat, her body was mostly a pale purple, her wings a light violet on the inside but the same pale purple on the outside. Most of her body was her mouth, stretching at least four feet of her five foot tall body. Inside this mouth Micky could clearly make out a long black tongue and two huge white fangs on the upper and lower parts of her jaw. She had two thin legs with wide, yet thin feet, designed for balance most likely. Her ears were tiny, just tiny triangular lumps sticking out of her head. Unlike when she was a less evolved Zubat, she had eyes now, white circles with a black bead in the centre, the gift of sight pretty pathetic since she saw only in black and white, but still she had never experienced any better and to her this was a brilliant new sense. She decided to stand on the ground and wait for an order, rocking from side to side, balancing on one foot at a time, wrapping her wings around her body, hiding her mouth.

“Golbat! Poison Fang!” Shane ordered. In no time the bat was off of the ground and flying, her fangs dripping a purple liquid.

“Free, dodge it and Stun Spore!” Micky ordered. Just like she was told, Free flew to her side, leaving a yellow powder in Golbat’s way. Golbat’s mouth was stretched so wide that there was no avoiding the spore for her. As she flew through the yellow powder she breathed in some of the silvery spores into her lungs, hidden away at the back of her throat. Her lungs being so tiny, they filled up with the spore fast and started to pump them around her body, assuming it was air. Golbat felt her body stiffen as the spores circulated around her body. She gagged, trying to throw them up, but to no avail. She dropped down to the ground, trying to shake off the stiffness in her body. “Now, Double-Edge!” Micky ordered.

“Sludge Bomb!” Shane shouted as a retaliation order. Free glided down as fast as she could, her skull a battering ram, powered by her own speed instead of toughness. She wasn’t met with what she wanted. Golbat spat a thick purple liquid over Free as she glided towards her and dived out of the way just in time to let Free ram the ground head first, fortunately she landed in grass and didn’t take too much damage. Still, she was blinded by the hot acid that burned her skin. She clenched her eyes shut, knowing if any got into her eyes blindness would follow unless she got major surgery quickly.

Body still stiff, Golbat waddled over to the poison soaked Free, jaws gaped wide open, ready to finish her order from earlier, a deadly poison fang. Her mouth was so wide that she could probably fit Free inside it, however all she had to target was a vein. She considered this revenge, Free put a paralysis spore in her bloodstream, she’d put toxins in Free’s. All four fangs leaking poison, she clamped down on Free’s body, targeting two different veins on her back. Free cried out in pain as Golbat clamped down on her and Micky knew the severity of the attack. He withdrew her before Golbat could even open her mouth to let Free out. It pained Micky to admit defeat but he had to, his Pokemon was going to faint quite soon if let out of her Pokeball any longer, at least inside her Pokeball the poison would be slowed. Typically, Shane was very happy about his victory, a huge smirk all over his face when Micky withdrew his Pokemon. Shane withdrew his Golbat to her Pokeball, still smiling all over.

Clapping could be heard in the distance along with the flapping of wings. Both Micky and Shane tuned their attention back towards the giant stone tomb. Sitting there, still clapping his hands slowly was Micky’s good old friend. Standing next to his Pidgeot stood Peter, no change in his appearance aside from his clothing. He smirked at Micky’s failure, finding it funny that his friend was so far behind him. “Still an amateur Micky!” he smirked sarcastically. “And who’s this then?” he said, his attention now turned to the person who defeated his friend.

“Shane, and who the **** are you?” he replied, not welcoming Peter at all, considering how patronising he was to both him and Micky.

“He’s my friend Peter” Micky sighed. “And despite the asshole personality he is still my best friend” he continued.

“And why am I not surprised that you’re friend would be an asshole” Shane replied sarcastically.

Peter jus laughed at the two’s behaviour. He could tell immediately these two were rivals. It was pretty standard for a trainer to find another trainer of similar level to compete with often. Clearly, Micky was the weaker trainer, though he had only seen the last battle of the two. What Shane and Micky’s purpose for being here was he didn’t know, however his purpose for being here was to visit the tomb of a Regi, one of three tombs that no one could open. “So, what are you two jackass’s doing here?” Peter asked bluntly, curious to how these two ended up in the same place.

“Passing by” Micky said.

“Meditating” Shane replied. Peter laughed at this, he was not one to take stuff like meditation seriously.

“Well, why we’re here, any of you two up for an *** kicking? Or in your case Micky, another one.” Micky really didn’t like Peter’s cocky attitude, he knew full well he had a five year head start and in anything else Micky would easily kick his *** all over the place.

“Well, your friend just had all four of his Pokemon destroyed by me so I guess it’s me and you isn’t it.”

“I guess so” Peter replied. The both of them gripped at a Pokeball, Peter not going to start with his Pidgeot, as much pride as he held in her, he wasn’t sure it was a smart idea to send out a Pokemon that this guy knew about.

“Hold on a sec” Micky shouted. “Last time I checked you were *****ing that we didn’t say how many Pokemon we were using Shane” Micky said smugly.

“One on One fine with you?” Shane asked to Peter.

“Just fine” he replied.

“Well, go!” Micky said sarcastically, making his way towards the stone tomb, hopping onto Pidgeot asking him to fly him up to the top so he could get a good look at the battle. Pidgeot seemed to like Micky’s logic and stayed up their with him as the battle was about to commence.

****

Purity and Karen had waited for two hours until finally, Roxanne arrived. “You here for a battle?” Roxanne said sweetly, finding it cute to find the two of them laying there in a deep sleep on a couch, using one another as a pillow.

“What?” Purity muttered, still regaining consciousness from her sleep.

“Are you here for a battle?” Roxanne repeated, leaning over to her ear so she could hear her better.

“Huh?” It took her a moment to process what she said, her mind moving slower than usual. “Oh, no, I already beaten you” she said shaking her head.

“Is your friend here for one?” she said, looking over to Karen who was still out of it.

“No, we’re waiting for a friend to turn up. We were going to ask you for a favour” she said.

“What kind of favour?” Roxanne replied, a little annoyed at Purity’s rubbing it in.

“He doesn’t know I’m ok and he stormed off. We think he’s coming here for a battle and we were hoping you could give us a call if he came. We’re worried about him, he’s in quite a state” she said.

“Oh, of course” Roxanne replied, quite willing to help. “What’s his name?”

“Michael Hardy, he’s got black hair, a bit less than six foot.”

“Ok” she replied. “I’ll tell my receptionist to inform me if a Michael Hardy signs up for a battle. What’s your number?” she asked.

“It’s 0783459786” she replied, her number memorised. “Thanks” she said, still a bit blurry from lack of sleep.

“No problem” Roxanne replied nicely, wandering over to her receptionist to give her the information.

“Come on Karen” Purity said, shaking her friend awake.

‘Keep Searching, this search goes on’ - Frantic, Metallica

Oh well, this chapter was going to include the Peter vs. Shane battle but it was getting a bit long so I figured I’d post it as it is and do the next battles in the next chapter. I found this chapter quite easy to write, things are starting to pick up IMO, and now we know the Regis are in the fic as well as the legendary birds, may as well have them in it, getting a little legend heavy but you guys know full well the end of the world is going to happen in this fic and we need plenty of all-powerful-Pokemon trying to stop Rayquaza don’t we? Anyways, the next chapter will come along soon, after all, the rate I’m going at this fic will be done by summer holidays.

Onimusha May 28th, 2004 10:30 AM

Chapter 18: Battle of the Best

‘One, Two, Three Go!’ - Step Up, Drowning Pool

Two red and white orbs landed on the grass and sent out their respective Pokemon. From Peter’s a Pokemon known as Swampert emerged. A Pokemon that stood at five foot tall and at least a two hundred pounds of sheer muscle. Her head was wide and oval shaped, like an egg on it’s side. Her head was a sea blue which carried two large fins above her head that were a much darker navy blue. Her eyes were yellow with black pupils that gave the cold look hatred. Out of her two cheeks stuck out two giant orange whiskers, most likely for underwater swimming. She had two muscular arms of sea blue, each having two orange fins sticking out of the lower part of the arm, just above her three fingered hands. Her stomach was wide yet flat, a pale grey, however this colour was only found at her front. Two thick muscular legs stuck out on her sides, now back to the sea blue colour. The orange fins were also on her legs, probably to help her swimming. Finally, at the back of her body was a huge fin like tail, it’s length the same as the height of her body, about five feet and very thick, probably a very powerful battle weapon. Micky had seen this Pokemon before, used in Fortree Gym. Whether Peter would use similar tactics as the trainer of it when Micky saw it remained to be seen.

Shane’s Pokemon was human shaped and stood at about four feet tall, an Alakazam, something Micky became familiar with in Fortree Gym. He was nothing like a human other than how he stood however. He had sharp pointy gold ears, a gold face, a sharp pointy nose just like his ears. He had a white moustache which curled downwards. It was a long moustache stretching down as far as his thin gold neck. From there his body became a thin shape. On him were brown plates that appeared to be armour on certain parts of his body. On his shoulders, chest and knees. In his human like hands he grasped two silver spoons. This Pokemon was a Psychic. The spoons were used to help this creature focus its psychic powers. It would practice on many occasions bending the spoons with his mind from what Micky understood about Psychics.

Both Micky and Pidgeot who was next to him knew this would be an interesting battle, two fully evolved Pokemon in the hands of very capable trainers. “Oh the tension” Micky said sarcastically, taking the **** out of their waiting ,letting their Pokemon get a good look at each other and determine their strengths and weakness‘.

“Alakazam! Ice Punch!” he ordered. Alakazam tossed the silver spoon in his right hand into the air and clenched his right hand in a fist as it started to glow an ice blue. He charged forward at Swampert, ready to launch his attack.

“Swampert! Protect!” Shane ordered. Swampert pushed her right hand forward as a see-through green see-through shield formed in front of her, Alakazam’s punch shattering on the screen, the ice on his fist breaking on the screen. He fell back on the floor *** first, the spoon he’d levitated falling on his head due to loss of concentration. He reached for the spoon but only to be met by Swampert stamping her left foot on top of it, gazing down on the fallen Alakazam. Using his Psychic powers he sent her flying back, making her stumble backwards upon landing. Quickly he grabbed the silver spoon in his right hand.

“Kinesis!” Shane shouted. Micky and Pidgeot stood in awe of this move. Alakazam slung the silver spoon from his left hand towards Swampert’s head. It cracked in between her two eyes and landed on the floor. Alakazam drew the spoon back to his hand with his psychic powers and turned his head to Shane for an order. “Blaze Kick!” he shouted. His right foot started to glow white, around his ankles fire began to start as he ran towards Swampert, lifting his right foot forward and leaping up, kicking him around the face, leaving a black mark from the burn around her cheeks.

“Swampert, Ocean Surf!” Peter shouted. Alakazam tried to block the attack but to no avail. A huge spray of navy blue water that knocked Alakazam to the floor and kept him there until he was released from the powerful blast that left the bowels of Swampert. “Body Slam!” Peter continued, knowing he could pounce on the moment. Swampert put her arms out on either side and dropped on top of Alakazam belly first, crushing him under her two-hundred pound weight.

When she rose back up to her feet Alakazam was gripping his ribs in pain, trying to roll onto his feet. “Psychic!” He shot his right hand forward and pushed Swampert back again, taking the time to rise to his feet before shooting her back once more.

“Confusion!”

“Focus Punch!”

Shane and Peter spoke in unison. And their Pokemon reacted similarly. Swampert’s eyes glinted as she took aim on Alakazam. At the same time, Alakazam’s eyes closed as what appeared to be a twirling see-through black hole hit Swampert’s face. She fell to the ground, her focus shattered, landing hard on her huge tail.

“Now, Thunder Punch!” Shane ordered, seeing now to be the perfect chance to destroy his opponent’s Swampert. Alakazam ran forward, right hand freed of the silver spoon that was now levitating in the air, sparks of yellow escaping his clenched fist.

“Ocean Surf!” Peter ordered again. Confusion was easily seen in Swampert’s eyes, the blast of psychic power messing with her mind. She tried to focus on her foe that was charging towards her but to no avail. She sprayed her foamy water in a completely different direction. Alakazam saw her use of the move as a blessing and shoved his fist into her throat, the electricity conducting and entering her bowels, shocking her insides. Alakazam leapt away from her as she started to cough, her insides suffering a strong electric current that torn at her organs. A white foam started to escape her mouth, before a load of a liquid brown dirt was thrown up, almost like liquid mud. She fell to the ground, coughing up more of this liquid mud. She turned her gaze to Alakazam who was standing waiting for an order. Micky didn’t think this would be happening. Someone who had completely the Hoenn Region Badge collection being beaten by someone who had about as much experience as Micky, well at least that‘s what Micky assumed.

When the battle looked like it was finished, Swampert shocked all five of them. She sprayed the liquid mud at Alakazam, soaking him in wet dirt, blinding him long enough for Swampert to get the advantage. Without waiting for an order, Swampert pounded her muscular right fist to the ground, sending crack lines speedily towards Alakazam, the crack stopping a foot in front of him as the ground below him jolted up before falling in half, just like what happened to Strider, the move classified as ‘Earthquake.’ Alakazam fell down, just like Strider, he got trapped in between the two broken semi-circles, unlike Strider, it wasn’t his foot, it was his long moustache. “Nice One!” Micky shouted out to Peter and Swampert. Micky was almost positive Swampert smiled at him, liking to be cheered on.

“Alakazam!” Shane shouted to his Pokemon. “Get up!” Alakazam looked over to him as if to say ‘you get trapped in this and try and get out.’

“Swampert, finish it off with one more Ocean Surf!” Peter shouted, knowing this finally blow would end the battle. Swampert tried to focus her insides properly, even though they were torn and ripped, the two different stomachs mixing their fluids, she managed to pull off what looked to be the same move she’d pulled off before, firing a long twirling spray of navy blue water at Alakazam, the force of it ripping him out of the crack and sending him skidding along the ground. Dirty and wet, Alakazam still managed to pull himself up, however he was met with another ‘Ocean Surf’ that pushed him back to the ground, taking him down from the legs, his head cracking hard on the wet muddy grass. “Crush Claw!” Peter finally ordered. She carried out this order, slamming her right palm straight into Alakazam’s face, pushing his head deep into the mud, clearly unconscious. “You want to do the count Micky?” Peter smirked, now just rubbing it in Shane’s face that he’d lost.

Micky was all for Peter’s cockiness when it wasn’t directed at him and felt like rubbing it in Shane’s face that he’d lost. “One!” Micky said sarcastically, sticking out his right index finger to indicate where he’d counted to. “Two” he said at least five seconds after his first count. Shane took the hint and knew his Alakazam wasn’t rising to his feet any time soon. Grudgingly, he withdrew Alakazam back to his Pokeball.

“Yeah Yeah!” Shane shouted over to Micky. “You seem to be forgetting who kicked who’s *** five minutes ago!” he continued, determined to bring Micky’s mood as low as his was.

“We have a nice set of battle’s going on here, mind if I join in?” a voice shouted from above. This was the first time the group had actually looked to the sky. Up there they could see some form of dragon flying in circles, his shadow now visible as it blocked the sun out on the floor below. Slowly, the dragon circled his way down towards the ground until a person became visible on his back. The dragon slowly dropped to the ground, letting his trainer hop off. He was much shorter than all three of the trainers, standing at about five foot three inches, maybe four. He carried dark brown shaggy hair, looking like he’d never cut it in his life. He was of white skin just like the others, hazel peepers below his brown eyebrows. His body was pretty average in size, nothing too muscular but nothing too puny. He was definitely dressed for the occasion, wearing grey shorts, a camouflage shirt and a brown backpack.

His Dragon also looked designed for the occasion, having a huge Dragonfly as a Pokemon. About seven feet in height, carrying wings of about three feet in length and one foot in height was what looked to be a very powerful Pokemon. At the roof of his head was a long tuff of dark green hair. His eyes were huge and shiny, taking up almost all of his head. They were like two chunks of red amber with a fly in the centre as their pupil. His mouth was rounded at the front, just a slit on his leaf green face. He had a long thin neck of the same colour, ideal for holding when he flew. His neck began to widen about a foot beneath his small bob of a head and at that point his wings appeared. They were both shaped like diamonds, the sharp pointy end attached to what would be counted as his shoulders, although in reality it was like he had no shoulders. Around the outside of these wings was a thick red lining, inside was cameo green skin. His body started to round below the wings, forming something as wide as a horses back, two small tyrannosaurus rex like hands, thin with three claws at the front ,probably too small to be of any use. His legs were big at the thighs, however very tin below that. Upon each thigh, half way up, was dark green skin that looked like a coating of dust. His tail was long, striped with his leaf green skin and his dust-like dark green skin, ending with three leaf like points, each, like his wings, cameo green on the inside, lined with red on the outside.

“Trip Ericson, your next opponent” he greeted himself to Peter, his left hand out for shaking, his right hand withdrawing his dragon back to his Pokeball.

“Peter Mills” Peter replied shaking Trip’s hand. “Very abrupt and straight to the point aren’t we now” Peter said to him.

“It’s the only way to get things done these days isn’t it” he replied.

“I suppose” Peter replied.

“Hey Hey” Micky shouted, waving both hands like he were trying to land a plane. “Did I just become invisible?”

“Yeah, and what about me?” Shane said loudly.

“No one cares about you” Micky shouted.

“Why don’t we have a Pokemon battle and see who’s cared about then?” Shane shouted.

“Why don’t we have a fist fight and see who comes out on top then?” Micky replied.

“Boys, Boys” Trip said in a calming patronising tone. “There’s no need to fight” he continue, shaking his head at their childish behaviour. “You” he said, turning his attention to Shane. “Who are you?”

“Shane Cullen” he replied.

“And you? Guy with so little fashion sense that he can only choose his underwear, who are you? He said to Micky, taking the **** out of the fact he was wondering around in his white boxers.

“I’m Micky Hardy” he spat. “And you wanna talk about appearance’s?” Micky shouted at him, annoyed with Trip for barging in and taking the **** out of him. “Let’s ask your barber when you last got that piece of **** on your head cut.”

“You wanna talk about hair cuts?” he replied. “Why don’t we ask the barber when you last got yours cut, I was a bit turned on until you talked, then I realized you weren't a girl.” he replied.

“Dude Dude” Peter said, getting in between Micky and Trip, despite the distance between them already. “You really don’t wanna go there” he said. “He gets well touchy when people diss his hair and he has a great right hook, trust me, I had to get surgery on my jaw” Peter said, remembering when Micky snapped at him when he was drunk.

“Whatever” Trip said.

“Besides, you wanna battle me, he’s the weak one” Peter continued.

“This should be good” Shane laughed, spitting to the floor. “Battle of the big mouths and small brains.”

Micky actually found this quite funny, something he wished he’d said. “Kick his *** Pete!” Micky shouted.

“Trust me Micky, the only *** your gonna see kicked is this guys” he said, pointing to Peter.

“That’s yet to be seen hasn’t it” Peter snapped back.

“Three on Three fine with you?” Trip asked.

“You bet” Peter replied. Trip backed off a good distance from Peter, marking the already scarred battlefield which was at least fifteen metres in length. He nodded at Shane as if to say ‘**** off boy, this is my spot now!’ Shane left the stop, taking a seat next to the rock, not bothering to join his rival Micky or Peter’s Pidgeot.

“Kneazy, go!” Out of Trip’s backpack came a Pokemon. The Pokemon that came out landed on her feet, raising herself upright, standing at about three feet tall. Almost all her body was a dark turquoise. She had tiny thin arms and legs, looking to be very agile. On the ends of both her arms and legs were two sharp grey claws, so agile that she could balance on the point of just one of them. Her head was a sphere, in between her white eyes dotted with red pupils was a golden gem, several black eyelashes curled above either eye. She had two different ears, her right ear was a tiny dark green triangle, the other a large rabbit like ear, blood red in colour. She had a tiny body, barely any fat or muscle on her. On her *** were two blood red tails, leaf shaped, stream-lined in design, matching her agile appearance.

“What the **** is that?” Micky shouted, never seeing anything like it in his life.

“Here” Trip replied, grabbing a red book-like object from his bag and throwing it to Micky.

Micky flicked it open and knew exactly what it was. The dreaded, stale, robotic computer, the Pokedex. He aimed it towards Kneazy and let it talk in it’s annoying voice.

Onimusha May 28th, 2004 10:31 AM

Sneasel, the Claw Pokemon. Sneasel scales trees by punching its hooked claws into the bark. This Pokemon seeks out unguarded nests and steals eggs for food while the parents are away.

There was more information but Micky couldn’t stand it’s voice any longer. Micky through the Pokedex back to Trip.

“Pidgeot, go!” Peter shouted. In a moment, Pidgeot shot away from Micky and landed on the battlefield.

“’Gee-ot” he chirped.

“Pidgeot! Peck!” Peter shouted.

“Agility!” Trip ordered back. As Pidgeot flew in to poke Kneazy with his beak, the Sneasel leapt to her side. As Pidgeot flew in for another attempt, Kneazy scratched up some mud at flicked it into Pidgeot’s eyes, blinding him until he crashed into the ground. “Slash!” Kneazy used her long claws to slice into the fallen Pidgeot’s right wing, removing several feathers. “Fury Swipes!” Trip continued. Using both claws this time, Kneazy cut apart at her foe’s right wing again. Crying in pain, Pidgeot finally flew from the ground, his eyes finally clear enough for him to see where he was going.

“Pidgeot, Tackle!” Peter ordered. Right wing bleeding, Pidgeot flew head first towards the abdomen of his opponent. Again, Kneazy dodged the attack, letting Pidgeot miss.

“Kneazy, Shadow Ball!” Her eyes glinted just before they began to glow red. She made a sphere shape with her hand, creating a black ball as they past over, purple sparks shooting out of it as she sent it firing forward. It exploded on his neck, the purple sparks still remaining, jolting in and out of his neck. “Now, Sword Dance!” Pidgeot was stunned, his body entering a state of paralysis as he fell to the ground. What looked like swords began clashing together around Kneazy, her eyes glinting at the same time. “Finish him off with Slash!” Trip ordered.

“Feather Dance!” Peter shouted, much too late. Kneazy had already pounced on top of Pidgeot and had her right hand claws glinting high above her head. She used her left hand to move his head to the side and took aim on a large vein on his neck. Just before she slashed down on his neck, Peter returned his Pidgeot to his Pokeball, throwing another forward.

Out of this Pokeball popped something Micky was familiar with. This Pokemon was huge, looking like it could be ridden. He was six feet tall from his front legs to his head. His body was patterned with tiger stripes, although his actually boy shape was that of a dog. He had a long crème mane that moved in the wind like it were fire, stretching from the roof of his head down to in between his two fore legs. His entire face was of the same fur coat. The only change on his face from the fur coat was his ears, just like his body, an orange short fur. He had wolf-like eyes, the look of murder visible in them. He had a wet black nose, just like that of a normal dog. Around all four of his tiger like ankles was more of the flame like fur. His tail was very similar, though on a much larger scale. It stuck up in the air, six feet in the air just like his head, flopping down at the top. Unlike a tiger’s tail, it was much bushier, a huge lump of fur, more like a larger scale of a squirrel’s tail. He opened his mouth to roar “Arcanine!” revealing a perfect set of teeth. Four major Canine’s sticking out above the others, all a clean white. His tongue stuck out, dripping saliva and sweat probably like other dogs, releasing his sweat by his tongue.

“Return Kneazy!” Trip said, knowing his Pokemon had a type disadvantage. Sneasel, agile as ever made her way to her master’s side in no time. “Portal, go” he shouted, throwing a red and white orb forward. From within the Pokeball came something very unique. The Pokemon floated in the air, looking like a bunch of different pink and blue polygons put together, about two feet in length and one foot in height. His head was shaped like roughly, multiple sides to it with corners that appeared like they were tidied up with sand-paper. At the tip of his nose was a sky blue polygon, attached perfectly to the rest of his light pink head. He had two white eyes on either side of his head, tiny dots of black on each one. Instead of having a neck, his head was connected to his body by the tip of each polygon, the bottom of his head and the top of his main body. The main polygon of his body was sky blue at the front, however it cut off about one eight of the way into it, a visible line dividing the two different colours, light pink and sky blue. A big stick of sky blue stuck upwards out of the back of his main body’s polygon, much like a tail. On either side of his main body were two equally sized triangular prisms of sky blue. Almost like feet, though he didn’t need them since he was floating. The only part of his body that move was his head. His body stayed stationary, aside from floating through the air.

“Porygon, the Virtual Pokemon” Trip said before Micky could even ask what he was. “I downloaded him from virtual reality to reality from a computer and caught him on the spot.” Trip then stopped and prepared to give an order. “Psychic!” he shouted. Portal’s head twirled in unison with both of his leg polygons, the first time Micky had seen his legs moving. He then twirled his entire body whilst spinning his body parts. The twirl from what appeared like a see-through black hole appeared in front of the Porygon before hitting Arcanine. The giant dog stayed his ground although he clearly showed pain from the attack, his eyes shut tightly as if to say ‘it’s not there’ to the pain. “Tri Attack!” Trip shouted, following up on his advantage. From the tip of Portal’s nose, three triangles fired, one of red, one of yellow and one of blue. They twirled, forming a triangle shape, leaving behind a trail of red, blue a yellow light before crashing into Arcanine’s face, again forcing his eyes shut but remaining on his spot.

“Arcanine, Fire Blast!” Peter ordered, knowing he wouldn’t win by letting his opponent hit him over and over. Arcanine breathed in hard and fired a huge ball of lava like fire. As the ball hit Portal’s body it exploded into five big liens of fire before dissolving into the air. Almost like an X with an l sticking upwards out of it’s centre. Portal remained in the air, back-flipping as he was hit. “Extreme Speed!” Seeming like he hadn’t even moved, Arcanine had pounced on top of the Porygon and was biting away at him. It was pretty feeble to try and destroy the Porygon since he wouldn’t bleed, however he could be destroyed and Arcanine was getting pretty close to doing that with his sharp teeth.

“Conversion!” Trip ordered. The Porygon’s body set on fire, huge flames came bursting from his body, shocking Arcanine long enough to set himself free. “Thunderbolt!” His legs twirling and his head spinning, he began to charge sparks out of his body before he finally fired a beam of yellow light that sparked off electricity. As it hit Arcanine’s face he flinched, originally going for an attack, now having his focus shattered. “Hyper Beam!” Now this was an attack Micky was rather familiar with, an often used attack in Pokemon battles. Porygon’s nose began to glow a bright white where there was once blue before firing a long beam of white light into Arcanine’s face. From this attack, there was no standing his ground for the large dog. He was knocked to his side as soon as he was hit, sent rolling back several times. Portal’s attack wasn’t finished, rather than continuing to fire in the original direction, he aimed downwards, now hitting his foe whilst he was down. After almost half a minute of the attack Porygon was all powered out. Black marks remained on the orange body of Arcanine, the fire dog still shivering in pain, his eyes half open and half closed as they tried to forget what their body was put through.

“Pete!” Micky shouted. “This is when you should withdraw your Pokemon!”

Peter hated knowing that Micky was right, but he had to accept it. He took back his injured Arcanine and threw his final choice to the battlefield. “Heracross, I choose you!” Peter shouted. As the Pokeball set free it’s Pokemon, Trip withdrew his Pokemon, knowing that after a move as power consuming as hyper beam, his Porygon wouldn’t have the strength left to fight on effectively. Peter’s Pokeball revealed a huge human-shaped bug. His Pokemon stood at about two feet shorter than Peter, most of his height being in his foot long horn. This entire Pokemon’s body was pale blue except for his claws which were all bone white. His horn split at the top into two smaller horns that looked like antennas. For most of his horn it was a couple of inches thick. Beneath that horn was his two eyes, the horn just above the centre of both eyes. Both eyes were white with clear black pupils visible, similar size to a human’s. Below the centre of both eyes was his nose, shaped like a pigs except it was blue. To the right a left of his right a left eye respectively, were two ears, although unlike normal ears, they sat atop several inch long sticks and were spherical in shape. His body was like a box, the upper part of his body larger in width than the lower part which was dented with several lines. Two either side of his body, just above the centre of it were two arms, in length they were like a teenagers, although in width they were no bigger than a young child’s. His arms were accompanied by two blades on each arm that stuck out like razors. Two claws were upon his two fingered hands. His legs were pretty similar, long but lacking in size. There was only one razor sharp blade per thigh, and only one toed feet, somehow balancing on one large foot claw, clearly not a Pokemon that was good at his kicks.

“Sleepax! Go!” Trip cried, hurling a different kind of Pokeball. Like most Pokeballs, it’s lower half was white, yet the upper half was black marked with yellow. Still, when it came to releasing it’s Pokemon it was no different. It exploded open, releasing the red blur of light that began to form a Pokemon. At first, all Micky could see was his back, a dark pale blue, topped with cat like ears. This creature’s body consisted mostly of his stomach, Micky could make out a wide stomach even from behind. His arms seeming tiny compared to his body. His arms were just one foot, no bending in the middle, probably making them rather useless. His legs were the same, only a foot in length on his seven foot body, two big foot like feet that kept only three claws but left a circular print on the floor. The creature now turned to face his opponent, his front now coming into sight. His face was strange, fat and chubby with eyes that squinted so tightly that they looked like two small liens on his face. His mouth looked to be smiling, basically like a black slit through his crème facial skin, although when his mouth opened to yawn, it turned from a small line to a huge gaping hole that could probably swallow Micky whole. This Pokemon must have had an eating obsession, his stomach was pretty similar to his face. Chubby and rounded in shape, almost like Buddha’s stomach, seeming to connect with his chin being so huge that it hid any sign of a neck. The huge creature that looked to weigh a whole ton dropped onto his huge ***, seeming to make the earth shake as he did.

“Snore” he groaned out of his huge gaping mouth. “Snore, Snore, Snorlax!” Micky guessed his name was Snorlax or Snore-Snore or something like that, though he was nick named ‘Sleepax.’

“Megahorn!” Peter shouted to his Heracross. The giant bug’s horn glowed white as he rammed it forward at the huge stomach of Sleepax. As his two-pointed horn connected with the sumo-like Pokemon he failed to have any visible effect, his horn simply bouncing off of the creature, the sheer momentum knocking him onto the floor back first, almost comical in the way he bounced off of the huge creatures belly.

“Sleepax, Body Slam!” Trip ordered. Sleepax rose back to his giant feet before taking in a breath and dropping on top of Heracross stomach first. Heracross tried to cover his eyes from what was about to crush him as the huge body of Sleepax crashed down onto his foe, something like a ton of weight falling on top of Heracross. The giant Pokemon finally rolled off of Heracross, probably feeling uncomfortable having his giant belly on top of a clawed Pokemon like Heracross. Although he left his position on top of Heracross, he did not rise to the ground, instead he just lay by his side, probably too lazy to bother doing anything else. Heracross was left there unconscious, his body pressed into the mud from all the weight.

“One!” Micky shouted, feeling this was the time for him to take the **** out of Peter.

“**** You!” he shouted back at Micky.

“Two” he continued, sticking his tongue out. Peter growled, swallowing a lot of pride even considering bringing his Pokemon back after he was only hit by one move. “Three” Micky shouted out loudly.

Peter growled once more before muttering “**** it!” and withdrawing his Heracross from the ground.

“Now Peter, I’m no Pokemon expert, but losing after one move is bad isn’t it?” Micky said sarcastically.

“You’re right Micky” Peter said, surprising them all. “You aren’t a Pokemon expert” he spat.

“Sleepax, return!” Trip said, withdrawing his giant Pokemon back to his black and white Pokeball. “You didn’t even knock out one Pokemon” Trip laughed. Peter growled, ready to punch Trip’s face until he couldn’t see daylight again.

“Calm down Ladies!” Shane shouted, noticing Peter’s hissing and spitting. “So Trip, why are you here?” he asked.

“Probably the same as you guys, checking out the tomb of one of the legendary Regi’s.”

“Am I the only one here who found this by accident?” Micky shouted.

“Yes!” Peter shouted, annoyed at his best friend who mocked his loss. “Only an idiot doesn’t know this is the tomb of a Regi!”

“And only a **** trainer loses all his Pokemon without taking one down of his opponents” Micky shouted back, needing some form of come back.

“So what were you doing here Micky?” Trip asked.

“Was hoping to add another Pokemon to my team, then you lot showed up.”

“Heading for Rustboro as well?” Trip continued to question.

“Yeah” Micky replied.

“Same here” Peter said. He was in fact lying, he was only there to visit the tomb of the Regi, this being the last tomb he needed to visit of the three. He just didn’t want his friend to become better friends with this ‘Trip’ person, especially after he was beaten by him. “Guess I’ll tag along with ya” he said, pushing Micky into a corner that made him let his friend join him whether he liked it or not.

“Um, ok” Micky said, knowing he couldn‘t just say ‘no, I just wanna go with Trip‘ for both the reasons that it would upset his friend as well as make him appear attracted to another guy.

“Oh so your just gonna leave me out then?” Shane asked loudly.

“Yep” Micky nodded, not too keen on Shane.

“You’re a bit cruel aint ya?” Trip stated.

“You don’t know this ***-clown like I do” Micky replied.

“What the ****?” Shane shouted. “You barely even know me dip-****.”

“I know you well enough” Micky replied.

“Hey Hey” Trip said, waving his arms as if to say ‘tone it down a notch.’ “Shane, you wanna tag along?”

“I suppose since I’m heading for Rustboro” Shane replied. Micky was rolling his eyes back into his skull as if to say ‘I come here looking for a Pokemon and I get these three ***-clowns following me.’

****

All four of them had made it about half way to Rustboro City now, however the night was falling and they needed to rest. Micky had no idea what he’d do if a Pokemon turned up, all of his being badly injured. The group had seemingly set up a camp. All three of the sleeping opposite each other making what appeared to be an X around the main camp fire, created by Trip’s dragon-fly, a Pokemon known as Flygon, nick-named by him ‘Tarokuntei.’ One thing Micky noticed was Trip liked to keep ‘Kneazy’ out of her Pokeball. She was a lot like Karen’s Pikachu, wandering around wherever she felt like wandering. Shane and Micky had no relationship of this kind with any of their Pokemon, however Peter seemed to have one similar to that of Trip’s with his Pidgeot, although Pidgeot did go in his Pokeball when he wasn’t needed. Peter’s main reason for keeping her out, according to him was ‘He makes a nice scout for Pokemon worth catching as well as shortcuts and the like.’ It did make sense but Micky was sure he had a tighter bond than just that. The three of them stayed up, telling each other tales of their journey, their past at the such. Micky felt a bit left out, hearing Trip’s tale of being trapped in Ice Cave or Peter’s tale of ‘the Underwater Cave near Mossdeep City.’ Micky guessed this was all bull**** but he couldn’t help but sense truth in what they said, even if it was only part true. It now came to Micky’s turn. What kind of tale could he tell, ‘I fell off of a cliff when three Houndooms were chasing me’ which probably would last five minutes, or how about ‘I got stabbed by a Scyther.’ Strangely enough, the two sounded like intriguing stories, still, Micky doubted they would believe him and to be honest, his mind was totally focused on the fact he left Purity behind lying on a bed awaiting her death. He just said he hasn’t been a trainer long enough to have an interesting story, however he could tell that Shane was making one up.

“I saw a giant bird fly out of a river of Lava!” All three of them agreed it sounded like Bull**** but Shane insisted it was true and continued to tell them how it all happened. It was a good enough story to send Micky into a deep sleep until he would wake in the morning.

‘Where I lay my head is home’ - Wherever I may Roam.

Well, Micky gets 3 more *** clowns to come with him to Rustboro and we learn a lil bit more about the Regi’s whereabouts and that all 3 of them are in it some how. Trip is a better trainer than Peter and Shane is just as much of an *** clown as ever. Also, Trip is in fact Trip the mod on Serebii (and the guy on TPM and BMG). Anyways, I present to you, Chapter 18.

Onimusha June 1st, 2004 11:05 AM

Chapter 19: Whisper in the Willow

‘Off through the new day’s mist I run’ - Of Wolf and Man, Metallica

“Micky” a heavenly women’s voice spoke softly into Micky’s ear, somewhat familiar. “Wake Up Micky” the voice continued.

“Wha-What?” Micky said, his eyes blinking open.

“Come to me Micky!” the voice whispered, the sweet sound seeming to travel on the light breeze. Micky sat up, rubbing his eyes, still in his boxer shorts, his Pokeball belt laid by his side. Micky looked on at his three friends, all laying there snoozing as well as Kneazy. “Come on” the sweet voice continued, trying to draw him way from the distractions around him. Without even bothering to think about it, Micky wondered in the direction of the voice, his body too numb from awaking to realise how cold it was in the early hours of the day, before the sun had even rose. “Your walking in the right direction” the voice said, encouraging Micky to keep at where he was going. It was only a matter of time before he was met with his first obstacle.

“What do I do now?” Micky asked after walking face first into a cliff-face.

“Climb” the voice replied. Without thinking, Micky began climbing, cutting his knee’s and arms on sharp stones that poked from the cliff-face. “Climb, Climb!” the voice ordered, still sweetly.

“I’m Trying, I’m Trying” Micky replied. When he finally got to the top of the cliff-face, his body finally recognised the temperature, beginning to shiver all over as his teeth began to chatter, slamming into each other. “It’s” Micky tried to say through the sound of his chattering teeth. “It’s very cold” he whined.

“Come to me and the warmth of life will come over you.” Micky was too entranced to bother arguing and believed every word this heavenly voice spoke. Slowly, Micky made his way to the whispers call, trampling over leaves that were soaked with the morning dew. His feet were starting to wrinkle in the cold water, turning a very light peach as warmth drained from them. Micky eventually dropped to his knee’s, his feet so numb that they couldn’t keep him up. He was crawling, his hands digging into the mud as he dragged his body forward.

“Where am I going?” Micky shouted.

“To a better place” the voice replied. Micky continued to crawl in the direction of the voice until, finally, he came to some sort of shrine, tucked away in the mountain. Even in the dark, Micky could make it out. The base stood at about two feet tall and six feet in diameter, made of rough crème brick held together by black cement. There was a statue atop this basing, it was of what appeared to be a women. She had a goddess like face and a thin body like that of a models. Almost entirely naked except for what looked to be a clothe that covered her private parts as it twirled around her. She had long hair carved on the statue, being so long that it covered her ***. If this statue was of a real person she must have definitely been treated like a goddess, possessing such a perfect body, long legs, what seemed to be perfect hair that had some form of crown made of leaves on top of it. This entire statue was made of perfectly smoothed crème rock, although why it was placed in such a remote location remained a mystery.

“Are you here?” Micky called out to the surrounding tree’s.

“Yes” the heavenly voice called out. Micky immediately turned to face the statue, his knees trembling. The five foot tall statue began to glow a bright yellow, so bright that Micky had no choice but to block the light from his eyes with his hand. As the light died down, Micky could make out the body moving. The light finally disappeared and Micky could make the beautiful women. Her skin was a light peach, not a single speck of imperfection. Micky soon became fixated on her eyes, a beautiful bright blue. Her hair was brown, somewhat familiar. He soon realised who he was staring at. Her bpd half covered by a white clothe, Micky was staring at Purity. It all came together for him, the familiarity of the voice, the beauty of the statue.

“Pa” Micky was hardly able to breath, not even sure of what was going on, whether it was just some sweet dream or whether it was real. “Purity?” Micky asked. She nodded. Micky felt like he was going to collapse, overwhelmed by the situation. His knees went entirely numb as he collapsed forward onto her. She grabbed him as he fell, the clothe still somehow remaining in place. She started bringing him to his feet, his eyes looking up at her in awe of her beauty, still unable to believe she was there. He could feel her, see her, hear her, she was no dream at all, she was there.

****

Kneazy started to stir, waking up earlier than usual. She started to scurry through Trip’s bag, looking for breakfast. Her claws may have been useful for battling ,but when it came to opening bags all they could do was tear. She had three options that resulted in food. Option one was to rip the bag open and hope to find food inside his bag and in turn, face the consequence of annoying him. Option two, wake up Trip and face the consequence of annoying him. Option three, wake someone else up and annoy them. In Kneazy’s own mind, she figured she wouldn’t be seeing the rest of them again, so she went to wake one of them up. The nearest was Shane, snoring away, after the loud snorting noise he would make the horrible nose whistle. It amazed her that he didn’t get awoken by the sound of his own snores. She started to prod him with her long claws. He didn’t react at all.

“Snee- Snee” she said, trying to get him to wake up. She eventually gave up, seeing she wasn’t going to wake this guy up without hurting him. She then turned for Micky’s sleeping spot, him being so stupid that he forgot his sleeping bag. When she had made her way over to his spot, all she could find was his bag and his Pokeball belt. She started to look around for him, scurrying in all directions, finally, finding his footprints heading off into the mountain. The last time she saw him, he was asleep in his boxer shorts and from the looks of things, nothing had changed. A fifteen year old boy wandering practically naked through a mountain with no Pokemon by his side in temperatures nearing freezing point. She had no choice but to wake everyone up, and she was going to wake them the best way she knew. She took in a deep breathe before releasing a horrible sound, like cats nails scratching at a board, she released the sound of a move known as ‘Screech.’

With huge pain in their ears, Peter, Trip and Shane shot out of their sleeping bags, Peter being trapped in his bag and unable to cover his ears. “Stop! Stop!” Trip shouted to his Pokemon. She done as she was told, although the effect lasted, Peter barely able to hear, a ringing remaining in his ears.

“What the **** was that about?” Shane shouted, enraged by the Pokemon. She started to point at the spot where Micky was. All three of them realised why she had woke them.

“Micky!” Peter shouted loudly, an echo remaining afterwards. “Micky!”

“Dude, that is not gonna work” Trip said bluntly.

“Well, do you have any idea what would work?” Peter asked sarcastically.

“Try sending out Pidgeot to scout the mountains whilst we follow his footprints” Trip replied. His idea was good but Peter had too much pride to just give it up like that.

“Yeah, I was thinking of that, I just figured I’d shout for hi first” he said in a feeble attempt to cover the fact that Trip was right and he looked like a jackass.

“Bull****” Shane said. “Pure Bull****!” He quickly gathered up Micky’s gear and shoved it all together in his bag and started carrying it in the direction of Micky’s footprints. He then turned to face the other two who were picking up their stuff. “Well come on then!” he ordered, surprising even himself at the fact that he was actually worried about Micky.

****

Micky knelt in front of her, gazing in awe, her hands so comforting, resting his head in her arms. Micky felt like he was dying, the shock of seeing her making him barely able to breath. His teeth were chattering as his body shook all over from the cold. She sat behind him, almost hugging him to try and keep him warm. It was only the that he started to see. He gripped her hands tightly, feeling like he was going to die. He suddenly realised how cold her hands were. His sight was starting to blur but he could make out her hands had changed colour. They were now a cold light grey, all the blood drained from them. He turned to look at her face. She looked so different now. Her face was bloodless now, except for a few clots of purple where the blood had been trapped in the deadness of the cells. “Pure-Purity?” Micky asked, wondering what was going on, almost delirious now. Her formerly beautiful sky blue eyes began to turn grey, eventually rolling back into her skull as her head dropped backwards like it had broke. Micky let go of her hands, letting her body drop onto the floor. Micky slowly rose to his cold feet and looked on. Lying there was what he considered dead perfection. He felt tears rolling down his eyes. He didn’t know why he liked her, he’d only known her for a month or so, but now she was dead.

“You like her, don’t you?” a deep dark voice said into Micky’s ear from behind him.

Micky was in too much emotional pain to even turn to see who was speaking to him. Through Chattering teeth he replied “Yes” in a sulking voice. “I do” he continued.

“Do you want to see her alive again?” the voice asked.

“Of course” he said, almost bursting into tears. “But that’s never going to happen.”

“I can make it happen” the voice said, speaking about himself as though he were god. Micky turned to see him, ignoring all the emotional pain, seeing a chance for what he wanted to happen.

“You can?” Micky asked, his attention entirely directed at this person. He recognised him from somewhere. The three bulges hidden under black leather gloves. The endings of the gloves invisible under the brown monk-like cloak. His face was hidden under a black hockey mask, no sign of hair or anything under the hood of the cloak. “Wa-Wait a minute” Micky said, now recognising him. “You’re that guy who-who” Micky started to stutter, the cold getting to him. “You’re that guy who attacked me in my sleep” he said finishing off his sentence by pointing at him.

With Micky recognising him, Rage had only one option. It was highly unlikely he’d be trusted by Micky after assaulting him in his dreams, but now, this was reality. With his left hand he slapped his pointed finger down whilst with his right hand he grabbed Micky’s head and rammed it into the base of where Purity’s statue once was. As Micky’s shivering body went head first to the ground Micky took one last glimpse over to where Purity’s body lay, only now, it was no longer there. He finally realised it was all imaginary, she was never really there.

Micky’s skull bounced off of the stone base, left temple first. The sheer force of the collision sent him right back up to a vertical basis with blood spraying from the broken vein on his left temple. He took another look into the black eyes of this unknown person before his head was slammed down another time. This time, he went down forehead first, his legs collapsing below him as he drifted into unconsciousness, the blow was less powerful, the grip of his adversary loosening when his legs gave way. Still, he did not fail to bust Micky open a second time. With his forehead smashed open and leaking blood along with his temple, Micky’s eyes started to blur as he prepared for death. Micky rolled to his side almost on instinct, falling from the stone basing to the muddy floor. He knew it would be the last thing he felt as the dew covered grass tickled his numbing back. He looked upwards to find this person staring down on him, only a human-shaped blur of brown and black. “If you ever want to see that pretty little friend of yours again, I suggest you quit Pokemon training. That is, assuming you survive…” the man said deeply and darkly, only faint last words in Micky’s mind as his eyes closed and he drifted off into another world.

‘Hold on to me love, You know I can't stay long, all I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid’ - My Last Breath, Evanescence.

I know it’s a short chapter but I wanted to leave you all in suspense. Will Micky be alive when Trip, Peter and Shane find him or will this be a good excuse to end this fic before it gets any crapper. Oh well, at least Micky got to see that ***** Purity before he went into ‘the other world.’ Anyways, I missed Rage so he had to make another appearance, this fic is nothing with out that Mental ****er :-P (Well it is but I still like him).


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