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Ytnim June 7th, 2004 2:51 PM

Man how do you write so well? I tried making a fic, had three good characters and everything but I didn't know what to write so I never really started it. Anyway I hope I get to see the end of this, I love it!!!!!

Onimusha June 10th, 2004 12:23 PM

I dunno how I write, just natural I guess :laugh:

Chapter 20: Bleeding in the Wilderness

‘Wake me up Inside, Call my name and Save me from the dark’ - Bring me to Life, Evanescence.

Purity shot up out of her bed, her and Karen sleeping in the Pokemon Centre. Her entire face was covered with sweat. She’d been having a nightmare all throughout the night she’d been dreaming of what it would have been like had Micky been in her position, the only difference was Micky died, and she didn’t. But what wouldn’t stop going through her mind was the fact that he could already be dead. Wandering into the mountains on his own wasn’t a smart idea, especially for someone with as little hiking experience as him. She also couldn’t stop thinking that he had committed suicide. Karen said when he left the hospital he was in such a state that it was perfectly possible for him to have gone out to commit suicide. She started to roll down from the upper bunk. She was so tempted to tell Karen about her nightmare, it was bugging her so much. But she couldn’t wake her over something as feeble as that. Instead, she headed out of the door, wearing a white night gown. She slipped on some white slippers and headed for the Pokemon Centre front room.

She wanted to wash her face but didn’t want to wake the people she shared her room with. Instead, she’d use the public one at the front room. As she reached the front room she noticed the nurse asleep. A rare sight to see a male nurse, usually the job applied more to women, seeming to be more patient then men and more able to cope with the many strange people that would enter Pokemon Centres. Coincidently, the Pokemon Centre faced the mountains that Micky was wandering through, or at least she hoped he was still wandering through them. She wondered up to the window, gazing on that mountain. For some reason she felt drawn to it, as pathetic as it seemed to expect to see Micky when there was a several mile distance between the Pokemon Centre and the mountains as well as the fact it was pitch black, she still stared on. She scanned the mountain side to side, her forehead pressed up against the moist window. After almost a minute of staring, she saw an explosion near the top of one of the mountains. She knew immediately that Micky was up there, maybe it was just instinct, or maybe it was just hope, but either way she raced as fast as she could to wake Karen.

****

Rage lay on his back, felled to the ground by an explosion behind him. He was amazed that he didn’t see it coming, his mind so focused on Micky that he didn’t even think to use his psychic powers to warn him of the explosion. Still, one mere attack from behind would not keep him down for long. Swiftly, he nipped back up to a vertical basis, nipping up with ease, so much faster and effective than Micky ever could. Micky still lay there, completely unconscious, possibly even dead since there was no sign of him breathing so if he was alive, he was breathing very lightly. Micky’s entire body was drenched in his own blood, head to toe, barely a single spot that showed sign of human flesh.

Rage now felt the fury building up in him, angered by this cheap assault that was done onto him. Rage now stood facing a two headed gas-ball known as Weezing and his psychic powers told him this wasn’t the only Pokemon that was going to be attacking him. The double headed gas-ball Weezing unconscious on the floor, the effect of a move like ‘Explosion.’ Rage prepared himself for a physical fight, turning his hands into fists. It was very tempting to use his psychic powers, but at a time like this, it wasn’t necessary to strain his mind. He could easily destroy his foes with his fists and for him, it would be a lot more fun.

“Come on then!” Rage ordered loudly.

“Leave the Kid alone” a voice replied to Rage.

“Or you’ll do what?” Rage replied calmly, hiding his outrage at the sneak-attack that was done onto him. A blast of fire came from the top of a tree, burning the leaves as it passed them. Rage leapt to his side, diving onto the statue’s basing. Again, his psychic powers weren’t finely tuned today, he was unfocused and the need to leap to his side completely took his mind off of things. A bolt of electricity struck him as he landed on the statue, his movement was a too obvious move. He could do nothing to stop it by the time his mind had picked up on the coming jolt. His entire body shot straight as the electricity travelled through his blood stream. His back began to arch as he tried to think of a way to stop this. He had no choice now, this was no enemy to toy with. He felt it necessary to get out of there, sensing more than just one Pokemon out there, and these Pokemon were not ordinary. This trainer was beyond anything he’d expected. He leapt into the air, twirling upwards as he levitated being caught directly by a flamethrower again. He let out a growl of pain before disappearing.

A beam of Pokeball light absorbed the unconscious Weezing. Whoever protected Micky now decided to step forward. He was barely visible in the dark but had Micky been conscious he would have recognised him immediately. He ran over to Micky, dropping to one knee to check on him. He motioned his finger towards one of the treetops, calling his Pokemon forward. From out of the tree glided down the powerful ‘Poltergeist.’ Electrical charges in his eyes, burn marks around his mouth. Necromancer removed the glove from his left hand and felt Micky’s neck. “Still got a pulse” he whispered. He tried to wipe the blood from his face but to no avail. The slight movement of his body jolted more blood from his skull, soaking his face further as well as soaking Necromancer’s. He wiped his face, slinging the blood to his side. “Poltergeist, we can’t do nothing about this” he hissed in his dark voice. He brushed Micky’s hair to his side before rising to his feet, hearing the tramples of feet nearby. Chances were his Weezing’s explosion attracted attention. Necromancer knew that if he stayed any longer it would look like he had done this to Micky. Swiftly, Necromancer rose to his feet and ran, moving very fast for a big guy. Poltergeist had no trouble keeping at the same pace as his trainer, gliding with ease through any obstacle that lay in his path.

****

Rage’s silhouette began to form inside his house before finally turning into him. Upon his teleportation’s completion he immediately ripped off his burning cloak and threw it to the floor. His psychic powers were so quick he managed to fill a pale with water in a second before slinging it over his cloak.

“Oh my God!” a young voice screamed. Pacifidlog was not a town to have people up late at night so what someone was doing up Rage didn’t know.

“Huh” he grunted, his head shooting across to face the window. He was met by the horrified look of a child, a peeping Tom, ironical called Thomas. The small child, maybe only seven or eight lived next door to Rage. His father was an alcoholic and his mother was a prostitute. This child was just as deranged as Rage. Unloved and mentally scarred. He held great interest in Rage, ‘the curiosity of a young child’s mind’ Rage thought to himself usually, seeing this child many days outside his window, almost like a stalker. Today was no day to stalk him though.

Young Thomas began to cry, his face hiding behind thick glasses and a brown fringe which covered most of his head. The poor child had been exposed to the disgusting body of Rage, so twisted and disfigured. The child was lucky that Rage hadn’t removed his black hockey mask, otherwise he would have been exposed to Rage’s horrible face. Thomas stood there, paralysed in fear and disgust. This was the first person to see Rage’s body in over twenty years and he wasn’t pleased. He circled his hands, making the window shoot open and levitated the boy into his house. He couldn’t open his mouth to scream again, it was clamped shut in fear. All he could do was tremble in fear and pray that Rage wouldn‘t punish him too much. “You have stalked me since you were five, am I right?” Rage hissed. The child was forced to nod by Rage’s psychic power. “Do you think you should pay for the annoyance you have caused?” he hissed again. The child was left with no choice but to nod, Rage’s psychic powers not allowing him to do anything else. “Then I shall make you pay” he smirked.

****

Shane, Peter and Trip ran, side by side with Micky’s footprints, Pidgeot flying in the air above, hoping to see a ranger of some sort if Micky was injured. “Micky” Peter shouted, soon followed by Shane and Trip saying it soon after him. They continued to run, Shane with a flash light in hand following Micky’s tracks with the other two behind him. Their ten minute run had led them to Micky. There he was, just how Necromancer had left him. Unconscious and blood soaked. Shane removed a bandage from his bag whilst Peter ran over to his friend, checking his pulse and trying to find some sign of him being awake. Trip searched the perimeter for help and any danger. There was no one in sight, it was just the three of them trying to save Micky.

“He’s alive” Peter shouted, to Trip and Shane, half a smile on his face despite the fact that his situation was only getting worse. Shane rushed over with the bandage, wrapping Micky’s forehead, his hair getting in the way making it a rather difficult task. Still, Shane managed somewhat successfully.

“Now what?” Shane asked Peter, his hands drenched with blood and small spurts of it that had squirted onto Micky’s face.

“I dunno” Peter replied.

“Either of you got a Cell Phone?” Shane asked.

“Yeah, I have one” Trip replied, now by Micky’s side.

“Get help then!” Shane ordered. Trip done what he was asked, dialling for an ambulance.

“Wha-Wha” Micky mumbled, starting to regain consciousness.

“Micky!” Peter shouted at him, cradling Micky’s head in his arms. “Micky! Do you know who this is?” he continued, a test of Micky’s memory.

“You’re” Micky said thinking, pointing his bloody finger at Peter’s face. “You’re um” Micky continued to think. “Peter, right?” he said, his vision still blurred, relying solely on his hearing.

“Yeah dude” he said, now smiling. His friend’s mind seeming to be doing fine and he had full knowledge that Micky’s body could take this kind of punishment. This wasn’t the first or second time he’d got his skull cracked. “When they coming?” he shouted to Shane.

“They coming now, we just need to signal them to our whereabouts” he replied.

“I have that covered” Trip interrupted, throwing a Pokeball into the air. Out of it flew the dragonfly which the group had first met. “Flamethrower” Trip ordered to the Pokemon that was already above the tree tops. Micky’s sight was starting to return to its original ways as he viewed the spectacle that was flames leaving a dragonfly’s mouth. The helicopter got a good look at this and landed on the nearest safe spot available, a patch of grass near to the dusty road, part of the pathway Micky took to end up where he was.

****

Purity had seen the helicopter fly by and she was already in the hospital awaiting it’s return, Karen half asleep by her side. She was almost entirely positive Micky was aboard the vehicle and making his way back to the hospital. “Wake up!” Purity shouted into her friends ear, shaking her as hard as she could.

Karen just slapped her mumbling “lemme sleep” before dropping sideways onto Purity’s lap. Purity just sighed loudly, shoving Karen’s head off of her lap and getting up to wonder to the receptionist.

“Has that helicopter arrived yet?” she asked desperately.

“It’s almost here” the receptionist replied. “Why do you ask?”

“I think my friend is on it” she replied.

“Umm, how can you be sure?” she asked, not quite believing what this girl said.

“He’s an inexperienced teenager who went wandering through the mountains” she said sarcastically, flicking her hair back.

The receptionist shook her head sighing. “If you go to the roof and say what you told me I’m sure they will let you see him.”

****

The helicopter landed on the roof of Rustboro Hospital. Two paramedics carried Micky on a stretcher. Trip mounted upon his Dragonfly ‘Flygon’ and Peter mounted on Pidgeot followed closely behind, landing on the hospitals roof in unison. Trip withdrew his Flygon immediately however Peter kept Pidgeot out for a little bit, taking the time to run to Micky’s side to see if he’d regained consciousness before finally withdrawing his Pidgeot.. He hadn’t, still with his eyes closed. His head was now better bandaged, the blood no longer flowing, not that it mattered. He wasn’t going to be a happy kid when he woke to find his cherished hair soaked in dried blood. Shane hopped out of the helicopter after Micky had been carried out, both his and Micky’s bags on his shoulders, the creepy candles now awake and active. “Micky!” Purity cried out running to his stretchers side, nudging Peter to one side. “What the **** happened” she to her right, directly into Peter’s ear.

“I aint a ****ing clue” he shouted back at her, his voice being drowned in the sound of the nearby helicopter. “We just found him unconscious in the mountain bleeding from the head.”

“You’re the chick who was hanging out with him near Lavaridge aint you?” Shane shouted, recognising Purity’s pretty face after his battle with Micky.

“Yes, aint you that jackass smug mouth bastard who bugs Micky?” she replied, not liking to be referred to as a ‘chick.’

“Yeah sure, whatever” he replied sarcastically.

“Are you lot done arguing?” a paramedic shouted. “Your friend here is gonna need several stitches, he’s gonna be ok, probably gonna have to stay here overnight.”

“Is that a good thing?” Purity shouted back to the paramedic, covering her ears as the helicopter began to take off again.

“It could have been worse” he shouted back at her, another medic rolling Micky’s stretcher into the building. “Follow me” he said loudly as the helicopter reached the peak of it’s loudness, just as it took off.

****

Rage was re-dressed, he now wore a night black cloak, his mask a new one, silver and metal, different to his hockey mask, more of a skull of metal. Thomas floating behind him, chin up high and his toes pointing down, discomfort and fear on his face. “You’ll like where we’re going” Rage whispered evilly. They were heading up a steep slope of stairs, seeming to never end, though this was no struggle for Rage, having to transverse this route many times. Light brown steps that led through a tunnel to the sanctuary of Rayquaza and if anyone knew how to punish Thomas, it was Rayquaza.

It took at least thirty minutes for Rayquaza and Thomas to make their way up the top of the tower. The moonlight left a twilight glow around the deep hole atop the sky pillar. Rage’s skull shaped mask shimmered in the moonlight as he turned to face Thomas. Behind his thick glasses was the crying eyes of a scared child, his short jeans long soaked in his urine, the happenings of the past forty minutes to much for his bladder to take, his red shirt covered in tears. The young boy clenched his eyes shut tightly as Rage placed him above the hole, forcing his eyes open as he rose his left hand up, revealing it from the long cloak. It was hideously deformed, three bulbous fingers, a dead white, defiantly looking to have been burned, cut and never treated. With this hideous hand he waved goodbye to Thomas before slamming his right arm down, dropping the poor child down the hole.

Young Thomas shot down the tube shaped hole like a race car, Rage still in control of his body and the air around it. Only one foot away from crashing to the pool below, Rage finally made him stop. Taking a moment to swirl the water to form a deep tunnel just wide enough for Thomas to fit through. With practically no effort at all, he sent the boy down and up through the difficult to transverse tunnel, eventually shooting up back to open air. His entire body was soaked, though not from water, but even more urine, the poor child so terrified that his body couldn’t take it no more. Unfortunately, he was upside down at the time of excretion.

Rage through him forward, onto a bed of grey sand that was like a beach, the lake that covered the surface of the hole washing up against the bay. Little Thomas, lay there, soaked in his own urine crying his little eyes out. He had the sense to step into the lake, washing some of the smell out of his clothes. He now had no alternative though, he had to follow what appeared to be a path to a broken wall. His curious little mind was in full function, alongside his fear and escape instincts. He clambered over the tattered remains of what appeared to be a wall and made his way to the tomb within. In the pitch black all Thomas could make out was two yellow glows, almost like glinting gold diamonds. He had no idea why, but he felt that he had made a huge mistake in walking in. He turned to face the way he had entered, only to find the wall had been replenished and he was locked in. He backed up to the wall as fast as he could as the glinting gold diamonds moved closer. He began to cry as he tasted the every breath of the creature in front of him. The space between the eyes were as large as his head and he was smart enough to know this indicated a large mouth, probably capable of fitting his entire body inside. He let a small yelp out before closing his eyes and awaiting his fate.

‘All of my endings are waiting to begin' - Circle, Slipknot

Well, pretty basic clean up from my last chapter. A little chapter time for Rayquaza, big time Chapter time for Rage as we promote him a little more. We unite everyone (except that jackass Mark who is left out for reasons behind the scenes) in Rustboro and Micky gets another visit to the hospital and *SPOILERS for chapter 21* new friendships can be made next chapter, another rivalry for Micky will be started and a friend makes his chapter return in the next chapter.

For the big 2 0 this turned out pretty ****.

Shiny May June 13th, 2004 3:21 AM

nice chapters DB !!! ^_^
You know what I mean. Anyways, your fic is excellent in description and all and has a very good plot !!

KEEP IT UP DB !!! ^_~

Onimusha June 13th, 2004 7:36 PM

lol, you even call me that here, typical SG

Anyways, my 21st chapter (and IMO my best chapter)

Chapter 21: Calm before the Storm

‘What I’ve felt, What I’ve known, has never shined through what I’ve shown. Never free, Never me, so I dub thee Unforgiven’ - The Unforgiven, Metallica

Purity shot up awake. Back in the Pokemon Centre bedrooms. Still sharing with Karen and the other two trainers that were with them. She didn’t pay much attention to either of the three, too worried with Micky’s condition. This was the second time he had wondered off without her and the second time he got injured. She was determined to be with him from now on when it came to leaving the safety of the city. He was just too in-experienced to make it through the mountains and forests of the Hoenn Region without someone to accompany him, and she felt she was the one to do that, although after meeting Trip and Peter she was pretty sure that if she left him with one of those two he’d be okay, as long as he didn’t go wandering off like they said he did. She wasn’t too sure about Shane though, he just didn’t seem right. It was like he was pure evil or something, some spiteful glint in his eye or something like that which left her automatically disliking him.

“Is it morning?” Karen asked, everything blurry in her sight as her eyes adjusted to the light that made it’s way through the crème curtains of the window, Purity’s shadow walking around towards the bathroom.

“Yeah” Purity replied.

“Did I dream all that Micky stuff?” she asked, full of questions of the previous night.

“No you didn’t. He’s in hospital with a severe head wound. The think a day or so in the hospital and a week away from journeying will be all he needs to make a good recovery.”

“Does that mean we’re in Rustboro for a week?” she mumbled.

“Well, I am. It’s up to you if you wanna stay” Purity said, knowing Karen wasn’t going to leave, the way their relationship had been going they almost considered each other the sisters they never had.

“Nah, it’s ok, I’ll stay. There’s a Pokemon Contest Hall around here that’s doing a contest, might be worth my while” she mumbled, now fully awake and ready to start her day.

Both of them took about ten or so minutes to get dressed before walking out of the room, leaving the other two trainers snoring away. Purity knocked on the room Peter, Trip and Shane were staying in, waking them and another grumpy trainer from their sleeps. The five of them all made their way to the Rustboro Hospital, prior to having breakfast or even a cup of coffee. Shane moaned the entire way, the rest of them just keeping their mouths shut. Purity had control of Micky’s bag and Pokeballs. She was incredibly tempted to ravage his bag to see what he had but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Despite her curiosity and even the slight bit of her that said ‘You travel with the guy, you have a right to know what kind of stuff he’s carrying with him’ was still not enough to break Micky’s trust.

****

Rage was up all night meditating. When he woke in the morning he sensed no anxiety from any of Thomas’s relatives about his whereabouts. In fact, his mother had yet to notice. His father on the other hand couldn’t give a ****. He just figured he was out playing or fishing or something like that. Rage just smiled upon this. “Heartless souls will soon Perish” he muttered to himself. He rose to his feet, his hands still only covered by the size of his long black cloak. He got up from his cross-legged sitting position and picked up two black gloves from his drawer. He slowly covered his hands before opening his front door. He took one step out before picking up the smell of the sea breeze that coated the water city of Pacifidlog. It was a refreshing, almost uplifting scent.

He took a look around. As useless as it was having eyeholes when he was blind, he did enjoy having them there. Not revealing much of his mangled face to the outside world but still letting the cool air touch his face, one of the few pleasures he had in life. He saw everything around him in his mind, he’d never experienced normal sight. He’d never bumped into anyone, knocked anyone over existentially or anything of the sort. His enhanced senses allowing him to move out of the way with ease. He was known well around the town. Not often would people encounter a psychic person, let alone one as powerful as him. On many occasions he had proven the more powerful psychic against even some of the toughest of Pokemon. There was no doubt he was something abnormal, but over the time he’d been living in Pacifidlog people were used to him. He was nearly the longest member of the Pacifidlog town, living there since birth and nearing the age of one-hundred and thirty.

He took much pride in this town. A lovely scene of calm and peace. Flocks of seagull-like Pokemon flying over the city, not releasing a single dropping upon the town, having so much respect for the town. Why and who made it was always a myth. Some say that the one rock that holds Pacifidlog once sunk a ship, and the survivors made a town around the rock using the broken pieces of the ship to make the town. Others believed that an island was sinking and the people inhabiting in their desperation began to make rafts from the forests, as the island sank the rafts survived and they began to link them together to form a town. Still, everyone knew these were all preposterous beliefs. Still, these myths always added a touch of mystery to the town. One of mans greatest achievements in Rage’s opinion was this town. The town hall covered a sacred rock, rumoured to be the resting place of one of the almighty guardians that would protect this world in times of crisis, though it has never appeared in the past twenty thousand years that man and Pokemon had inhabited the lands. The entire town was made from a special wood that failed to rot. All of it was planks of wood, laid down and stuck together, holding together so finely that despite the motions of the waves it never rocked, though there was never a moment that the town didn’t have slippery streets.

With a population merely of five hundred, the town was pretty impressive, producing great water Pokemon trainers, swimmers, and the like. The kind of thing you’d expect from a town totally surrounded by water, though there was a special nearby island known as Tri Island, well known for the three guardian beasts known as Entie, Raikou, and Suicune. The island itself was merely a place to put the dock, entering the forest that lay there was entirely banned, for disturbing the legendary beasts would spell disaster. They protected a special underground cave, something that was so large that the entire population of the Hoenn region would be safe down there, giving Tri Island the nickname ‘Bomb Shelter.’ A special place for all people to hide should a war begin or an ultra-powerful Pokemon rise.

Rage just spent his time walking, no reason. He wasn’t hungry, thirsty, in need of a swim or even bored. He just wanted to appreciate the scenic view one last time. Rayquaza was sure to have a taste for human flesh and Pacifidlog was the nearest home to man for him to reach. Rage sat, splashing his gloved hand through the water. Not a single Pokemon was visible. Pacifidlog was home to many water Pokemon but not a single one was out to play. Rayquaza’s time to rise was soon and all the Pokemon knew it. He sensed the Seagull-like Pokemon flew east towards Slateport City, the shark-like schools heading west for Evergrande City and the fish swarms swimming north for Sootopolis. All Pokemon that were grounded barked, growled as soon as they were freed from their Pokeballs, knowing what was coming and just wishing their owners would understand them. Some even tried to swim but failed to get far before getting withdrawn to their Pokeballs, most Pokemon that hadn’t already escaped being the bad swimmers. Rage didn’t bother to gather his belongings. He dived headfirst into the ocean and never looked back at Pacifidlog. Not a single person noticed him dive and not a single person noticed he was gone, he just disappeared into the shadows.

****

“Wake up Micky” Purity sang in her heavenly voice into his ear, her sweet words leaving her soft lips and entering the cold ears of Micky. His eyes started to tremble as he was starting to wake from his dream. He turned to his side, feeling Purity’s warm breath on his ear. At first she was just a blur, but then he soon realised it was her. He didn’t know how to react. On one hand, this could be real and she really was alive and well, but on the other hand, this could be another trick to hurt him. All he remembered from when things were real was that she was in a coma and would probably no leave it for at least six or seven months, as far as Micky could tell, she was fine so unless he was in a coma for longer than her, this couldn’t have been real. Still, in the state of mind he was in he couldn’t help but believe this was reality.

Micky shot up a dove opposite Purity, landing perfectly on his feet on the other side of his bed. “Your dead” he said with a confused look on his face, pointing at Purity.

“No I’m not, the doctors just got it wrong. I was just unconscious” she said trying to reason with him, the others just looking on, Micky still not even noticing them.

“No, but I saw you…” icky trailed off, straining his thought, realising that it was all illusion and he didn’t really see her die. He’d only just noticed the others were there, looking at him strangely trying to find reason for him losing his mind when he saw her. “Um, hi guys?” he said, holding left up hand up as a ‘hello.’

“Dude, what the **** were you thinking wondering off in the middle of the night?” Peter shouted, showing his anger at him for causing so much worry.

“I weren’t thinking ****-head” he replied, not liking to shouted at. “It’s a long ****ing story but in basic terms for a dip-**** like you, I was Sleep Walking” he replied in anger, not liking to be shouted at and rather grumpy considering he’d had a rather disturbed night of sleep.

“God, you all behave like lil kids” Trip spat sarcastically. “Pete, the Kid’s just had a **** load of stitches put in his head and Micky, your mate is just worried ‘bout you” he said trying to calm them down. “ Not to the mention the fact that this is a public place and you don‘t need to curse so much” he continued, noticing there were five other people asleep nearby that would probably not want to be awakened by the sound of Micky’s swearing.

“Ok, first things first Trip, I am just as old as you so you can’t call me a kid, secondly…” Micky trailed off realising he couldn’t think of a second thing. “Dammit!” he spat realising his stupidity. “How many ****ing stitches are in my skull?” he shouted.

“Forty Six, and you got twelve on your stomach as well” a doctor said, dropping in when he heard the commotion. “And could you please keep your voices down” he asked nicely, worried about the other patients.

“Forty Six!” he shouted in shock. “And why did my stomach need stitching?” he questioned.

“We found a half sown stab wound on your stomach.”

“Oh yeah” he said, remembering when his Scyther stabbed him.”

“Sorry” Purity said on behalf of Micky. “He’s jus at bit edgy.”

“Edgy!” Micky shouted at her, not taking too kindly to being described that way.

“He’ll be fine once he’s had something to eat and gotten changed” she continued, completely ignoring Micky’s detest for being described as ‘Edgy.’ He only just realised he wasn’t dressed how he wanted to be, wearing one of the hospital gowns that were given as standard.

“Crap, what am I wearing?” he spat, looking down at his clothes. “Purity, gimme my bag, I am definitely getting changed.”

She threw the bag onto the bed as the doctor left the group of them. “Where the **** did you get a stab wound?” Karen asked.

“You know my Scyther?” Micky replied, letting them fill in the blanks.

“Wait, you mean that Scyther was the one that attacked us” Purity shouted at him. “You said the one you caught saved you from it” she continued, her former liking of that Scyther gone.

“Well, it’s not like you’d accept it if I told you otherwise” he reasoned.

“You have a mentally deranged Pokemon that assaulted you and you still using him” she said in confusion.

“He respects me, I kicked his ***” he replied, removing his hospital gown and going through his bag for clothes.

“You what?” she asked, not understanding how Micky could have ‘kicked‘ a Scyther‘s ‘***.’

“I’ll explain later” he replied, putting on his white shirt with the dragon imprint. Peter just looked at him in a new manner. He always knew he was a tough fighter, he’d even been on the wrong end of his fist before which resulted in a lot of blood coming from his nose, but beating a Scyther up just seemed unreal. Micky continued to get dressed whilst the other just waited. He finally emerged from behind the bed in his generic black trousers striped with red and black trainers.

“Well, let’s get some food” he said to them all, acting like the previous shouting hadn’t happened. He looked at Shane suspiciously however, surprised that he hadn’t said a thing, usually being the loudest mouth out of everyone he knew. On the journey out of the hospital he was told by a doctor that he had to come back later on in the day for a check up and he obtained his Pokeball belt yet again.

****

Onimusha June 13th, 2004 7:37 PM

Thomas hid in the corner. Whatever it was that he was with hadn’t touched him. He just had to deal with the intimidation that came with facing such a beast. He knew full well who it was, remembering the stories Rage would tell the kids of the mythical beast known as Rayquaza. Rage was the only person who knew how to reach the Sky Pillar, or if he wasn’t he was the only one who told people how to reach there. He made a business of it, one hundred Pokeyen for him to guide a poor trainer to their doom. Thomas got a free tour to the top of the Sky Pillar and into Rayquaza’s lair, and unlike others he didn’t have to walk. He still hadn’t seen what Rayquaza looked like, not a single light inside what seemed like a tomb which Rayquaza stayed in. The legend of Rayquaza was at the beginning of all time, three Pokemon existed. The creator of all Pokemon, Mew, and two of his creations. Groudon, the god of the land, and Kyogre, god of the sea. The soon became rivals and started ripping apart the world that man had inhabited, killing many innocent lives, so Mew created Rayquaza to stop them. Rayquaza defeated both gods and sent them underground, never to rise again. The people of the world built a Giant Pillar for Rayquaza for live in and called it the Sky Pillar. All of this was myth and legend however and almost no one believed it, including Thomas. Now he started to. The Sky Pillar was real enough and what appeared to be Rayquaza did exist so now he believed all these tales. The trouble was it was too late for him to believe them. It was only a matter of time before Rayquaza would get hungry and from what the myth said, ‘Anyone who disturbed him would face death’ and as far as Thomas was concerned, he had disturbed the beast.

****

“Where we gonna eat?” Shane asked, the first thing he’d said to Micky all meaning.

“I know a guy with a stool where he sells well good food, jus around the corner” he replied.

“What kind of food?” Karen butted in.

“Chicken imitation, Rice, all sorts of stuff, mostly oriental kinds of food.”

“Sounds interesting” she replied. “It’s nice right?”

“Well duh, that’s kinda what I meant by Well Good” he replied sarcastically. The six of them walked around, looking almost like a gang of trouble making Pokemon trainers. Kneazy now awake and active, walking in front of them with an intimidating look in her eyes. Pikachu was still inside his Pokeball however, Micky insisting he stay in there since he couldn’t stand the sound of his cute little voice. The six of them passed the corner and there it was. Marty’s van, a table set up outside of it with food being placed on it. Chances are he’d only just arrived and probably needed help.

“Marty!” Micky shouted running towards the van.

Martin titled his head for a moment, he recognised that voice. He turned around and looked out of his van. He recognised Micky immediately, despite the large white bandage that wrapped around his forehead. “Micky, what you doing here?” he chuckled. He’d shaved his beard since last time Micky saw him, now he had no beard or moustache, just a white uncovered face.

Micky picked up a tray of food and helped placed it on the table, giving him a hand with his work, after all, it was the least he could do since he took him in that night about three weeks ago. “Came back to challenge Roxanne” he shouted back to him as he placed the tray on the table.

“What’s with the bandage?” he asked, worried about his health.

“It’s a long boring story” Micky replied, knowing full well it wasn’t.

“You here for breakfast?” he asked.

“Yeah, my friends as well” he said, doing sarcastic finger gestures as he said friends, not really considering Shane and Trip as friends yet. This was the first look Martin got of the other five, his attention directed at carrying the trays of food to the table.

“Hi” Shane said, flicking up his hand as a ‘hello’ in a nervous manner.

That’s Shane” Micky spat pointing to his pointy nosed rival. “Karen” he continued, pointing to Karen who was dressed like a generic Pokemon trainer in red and white. “Trip” he said pointing to the newest member of the group. “Peter and Purity” he said dancing his finger side to side at the two of them, hiding away at the back.

“Hi” Martin said to them all, dropping another tray onto the table before finally stopping, three trays of chicken, rice and noodles there. As odd as it seemed, he had many regular customers who would stop by, take a seat as though he ran a restaurant and would eat there for lunch and breakfast. A rather successful street business that combined with his pension left Martin in a pretty comfortable financial position. He offered a free meal to the group of them which was eagerly accepted and enjoyed very much by the six of them, his cooking probably being one of the best in the world.

****

Rayquaza sensed it was time to rise again. He glared sadistically at Thomas one last time, thinking about whether he should kill him now or save him for dessert after his killing spree on Pacifidlog. If he didn’t kill him now, chances are he’d find a way to escape, however if he did, he ‘d be flying into Pacifidlog with a full stomach. He licked his right index claw, sharpening his sword like scythe. He moved closer to Thomas and sliced at the boys leg, severing his right foot off with one swipe. He yelped in pain as his leg was removed, blood spraying from the wound into Rayquaza’s mouth. He had a sip of the blood, drinking it like water. He finally gave him one last look, almost as if to say ‘you stay there’ before firing a beam of light at the wall, shattering it in one blast.

Crying in pain, Thomas’s eyes started blurring. However, he caught a glimpse of Rayquaza, light from the outside shining in, revealing his green snake like body. Thomas tried to crawl out of his corner but he stopped when Rayquaza turned his face to him and hissed, spitting some of his own blood back into his face. Thomas knew there was no point in trying to escape now, not when Rayquaza could see him. He wiped the blood from his face and backed away again.

****

“So you have to stay in Rustboro for a week?” Martin questioned, referring to Purity’s comment that he’d have to keep the stitches in for a week.

“Yeah, I guess so” Micky replied.

“Where you staying?” he asked.

“Pokemon Centre most likely” he replied.

“Why don’t you stay at my place again?” he asked, liking the company Micky offered. “You know your always welcome there.” Micky liked this comment, it was nice to feel welcomed somewhere, considering his father had basically disowned him.

“What about them?” he asked, pointing to the rest of the group, knowing that his house was too small to house all six of them and Martin.

“Don’t worry. It’s summer, got a couple of beds on my roof, the bed in the room you stayed in, my room and the sofa which I’ll sleep on” he said, rather selfless of him considering it was his house and he’d be taking the most uncomfortable sleeping spot.

“Well, I won’t be hanging around anyway so that’s one less person to worry about” Shane said, rather rudely.

“Why not?” Karen asked, Micky smiling at the thought of being rid of him, not needing him to gloat about his two victories over him to Martin.

“I only have three badges, still got five to go.”

“You got a year ‘til that Pokemon International five hundred thing” Karen replied, figuring that’s why he wanted the eight badges so he could enter.

“I know, but I wanna be able to rub it in Micky’s face when I completed it and he’s still got two badges” he smirked, his competitive asshole side showing very clearly.

“Up yours Shane, doubt your ever gonna get passed badge number four” Micky spat.

“And this is coming from the Kid who keeps getting his *** kicked by me?” he laughed.

“No, this is coming from the kid who disabled your Grovyle” he replied, knowing that Grovyle was Shane’s first Pokemon and when his Scyther put it out of action it was like driving a nail into Shane’s hand.

“You disabled one of his Pokemon” Purity shouted at him.

“Scy did actually, dip **** one-o-one over there didn’t have the sense to withdraw his Pokemon when it was down” he said, pointing to Shane when he called him ‘dip **** one-o-one.”

Shane had no reply to this, he knew full well it was his fault just as much as Micky’s that his Grovyle wouldn’t be able to battle again. Instead of replying, Shane just glared evilly at Micky. “That Scyther really needs to be sorted out” Purity said to Micky, not liking it a single bit when she found out it was the one who attacked Micky and her.

“He’s mentally ****ed up” Micky exclaimed gleefully. “He’s perfect!”

“Except he don’t listen” Purity interrupted, trying to convince Micky against the use of Scy.

“Yeah, but he knows what he’s doing” Micky replied, smirking at her.

“Ya know what guys” Shane said turning his head side to side. “I’m gonna go to Petalburg City, kick another gym leaders ***, then off to Dewford and do it again.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever” Micky spat, rolling his eyes.

“See ya” he said, getting to his feet and slinging his bag over his back. “Thanks for breakfast” he said to Martin, waving his hand up as he walked off into the distance.

****

Rayquaza dived into the lake outside his tomb, his streamlined body fitting perfectly in the tunnel, drilling his body all the way until he shot out of the roof of the Sky Pillar. Swiftly, he shot all the way into the sky, above the white clouds that covered the Hoenn Sky. His sick yellow eyes glinted as he broke the sound barrier above the town of Pacifidlog. The horrible screech was heard all over Hoenn, people as far as Lavaridge Town hearing the piercing sound. A man drinking a beer on his roof in Petalburg City feeling the glass smash in his hand as the sound shattered it.

Everyone fell to the floor in Pacifidlog, some rolling into the water, burying their heads in the thick ocean to hide themselves from the horrible screeching. The glass on the windows of the wooden hut-like houses shattering sending glass everywhere. The sound finally stopped after a minute, Rayquaza stopped circling the air above Pacifidlog. Now he was just a black shadow in the sky. Everyone looked up, trembling from the sound, barely able to find strength in their knee’s to keep their bodies upright. Rayquaza coiled his body, turning him into a black sun shaped sphere. People looked in awe, paralysed in disbelief. People in the water felt the vibrations as Rayquaza shot up to the atmosphere of the world, only just inside the air trap of the earth, almost able to see the stars despite the brightness of the day. He had ten thousand feet to drop before he would reach Pacifidlog. Everyone on Pacifidlog didn’t move an inch, not even those in the water, they just floated there, waiting for this thing to come down, only praying they would live through this.

‘Great old one. Forbidden sight. He searches, Hunter of the Shadows is rising’ - The Thing that Should not be, Metallica.

Yay, Ray-Ray is back and he’s gonna commit murder, *celebrates*. Be happy Dragonfree, your next chapter will be your favourite. This is a complicated chapter *like why didn’t Rage warn anyone for example.* Anyways, I liked my description of Pacifidlog and I liked my ideas on Rayquaza’ movements, hope you did to. (Has anyone noticed Metallica seem to have lyrics for everything? There's been about two chapters that haven't had Metallica lyrics in them)

Onimusha June 18th, 2004 8:05 AM

Chapter 22: Quenching the Thirst

‘Timeless sleep, Has been upset. He awakens, Hunter of the shadows is rising’ - The Thing that Should not be, Metallica

“What the **** was that?” Micky shouted, making his way from under the table. Car alarms screamed whilst shattered glass lay all over the streets. Such an over-developed city was home to many buildings with glass windows. Micky dreaded to think what happened to the Denham Tower, one of Rustboro’s pride and joy, made entirely out of different coloured glass; the walls, floor, and roof. Micky knew that the hospital would be filled with injured people, so much destruction caused by one piercing sound.

“Ouch” Purity moaned as she tried to get to her feet, holding her head, trying to calm her mind from the horrifying sound.

“Everyone ok?” Peter asked, rising from the ground, falling off of his chair when the sound came.

“Yeah” Micky spat, gripping his left ear tightly, almost positive blood was going to come pouring out of it.

“I’m fine” Marty replied, being helped back to his feet by Micky, not in quite as good shape compared to his youth. Groans could be heard from the streets, people trying to stand, many with cuts all over them from stray glass. Micky took a look at Marty’s van. All of the glass at the front was shattered, so much for the ‘Shatter Proof’ promise it’s makers put in the adverts.

Pikachu burst out of his Pokeball, shooting from Karen’s side. “Pika Piii!” he moaned, obviously in the same pain as everyone else, even the safety of the Pokeball unable to hide the sound.

“Yes Chu-Toy, we know how you feel” Micky spat in distain of the rodent. “Just suck it up” he growled. Micky dreaded to think what Scy would do if he escaped his Pokeball, being as psychotic as he is without the sound angering him further.

Everyone on the streets were up again, the sound of car alarms in the distance along with the sounds of ambulance and police sirens. Micky dreaded to think what it was like for anyone in the air. Helicopters would have crashed, people flying their Pokemon would have fallen to their deaths most likely. One police car passed by, the officers inside covered in their own blood from the glass that shattered into their bodies. However, their intentions were clear. It was their duty to protect the people and that is what they would do. Everyone seemed to have collected themselves now, anyone that was getting up was up and now it was a matter of helping the one’s who wouldn’t be rising to their feet. Just when it all seemed safe, the second wave of sound came. This was even worse than before, twice as long and at least three times worse.

****

Rayquaza twirled around near the atmosphere before driving his body down, breaking the sound barrier again. The people of Pacifidlog, frozen in fear, finally woke from their trance at the sound of the screeching, gripping their heads once more. No one got a good look at Rayquaza, Everyone turned away by the sound. In one minute he had shot down from the top of the atmosphere directly into the town hall of Pacifidlog. The entire building split apart in an explosion of dust and wood. People nearby the scene of the crash choked on the dust as others fell into the ocean from the force of the crash. Anyone nearby the town hall was crushed under the broken wooden walls of the former glory of the town hall. Hissing and roaring was heard as Rayquaza’s silhouette was seen inside the cloud of dust. People stood in shock as the looked at the size of this snake like creature, no one having the sense to run.

A young child screamed, being so young she knew of nothing else to do in a situation like this. The sound of her cries brought a smile to Rayquaza’s sadistic face. The dust was half way to the ground as he shot out of the dust cloud at the young girl. She was the first person to get a good look at Rayquaza, but it she only got to see him for a split second. Rayquaza past right above her, right hand dragging along the plank like pathway of Pacifidlog. He went right above her, the young girls long blonde hair shooting back as he passed in half a second. Everyone’s attention was turned to the girl now. Rayquaza’s first victim was seemingly untouched. The girl had stopped screaming, frozen in shock. Rayquaza was entirely ignored by anyone who had seen him pass. They had to see what would be happening to them. For at least a second nothing was seen, the girl just stood there in shock. Then, blood started to leak from above her forehead, a line of blood forming all the way down the centre of her face down to her neck and all threw her body. Her eyes rolled downwards as she looked at the blood spilling from the perfectly straight cut down her body. Her eyes then rolled into separate directions as her body fell apart, her left side falling forward and her right side falling backwards, all her cuts rolling out for all to see. As soon as she fell apart the panic began, people were frozen in confusion before, now there was no doubt about it, Rayquaza didn’t just look and act like he could kill anyone with ease, he could.

The screaming and running commenced. Some people dived into the water, trying to stay out of Rayquaza’s sight, other people ran into their homes, trying to grab some possessions before leaving, and some stood their to fight. Almost every trainer’s Pokemon left their Pokeballs. Some trainers ordered them to attack Rayquaza. They knew full well who this was even if the people of Pacifidlog didn’t know. There was no way they stood a chance of even grazing Rayquaza, let alone putting up a fight.

Rayquaza shot back into the sky again, taking in a breathe as he did. He circled the air above Pacifidlog before choosing his mark. A giant wouldn’t pathway leading to Tri Island. If anyone stood a chance of survival they would have to reach Tri Island, and Rayquaza wouldn’t let that happen. He shot passed all the people and turned as he reached Tri Island. He then shot back again, spraying flames along every inch of the pathway. Some people dived into the water, in hope of swimming to Tri Island whilst others tried to run away. It took her twenty seconds to burn every body that stood on the wooden pathway. His flames so powerful that they burned the bodies in one shot, the wood of the pathway and the bodies of the people turning to ash.

Rayquaza shot down into the ocean. He now had to stop anyone from escaping by sea. He focused his mind, letting small sparks of electricity leave his body as he swam, moving like an eel in the water. He twirled just once a caused a thirty foot tidal wave to rise, sending it into the city of Pacifidlog, crushing half of the town under the sheer weight of the water and drowning many in the taste of salt water. At least two third of Pacifidlog’s population was in the water and he knew a quick and simple way to finish them off. His body sparked stronger and stronger as he shot out of the water. His entire body glowed yellow as he shot a huge beam of electricity at the water. For at least a one mile radius, the ocean lit up, sparks of electricity shooting up at least ten feet in the air from where Rayquaza had sent the surge. He stopped the attack after one minute, his jolts of electricity at least ten thousand volts in power. Bodies started to float to the oceans surface, all blistered and bleeding from the electricity. Not a body breathing. As it rose to the surface.

Rayquaza turned his attention to the rest of Pacifidlog, still seeing half of it standing, the only part that wasn’t hit by the tidal wave. People cowered together, parents hugging their children, couples holding each other for the last time, and trainers withdrawing their Pokemon for their protection just waiting to see how Rayquaza would finish them off.

****

Micky lay on the ground, writhing in pain as he gripped his ears, trying to recover from the sound. His arms were all cut, little bits of glass jammed in them. He tried to climb to his feet, only to fall down from the ringing in his ears. His friends didn’t seem to be doing any better. Peter was collapse on the floor, trying to reach for a Pokeball, probably under the assumption that they were under attack. Purity was half way to her knee’s, using her chair for support. Micky was trying to get his head around what happened, trying to come up with an explanation for the sounds. He look in front of him to see the police car turned over, mashed up against a wall. The driver probably swerved as the sound came over him and crashed. “Everyone ok still?” Karen asked in a moan, hugging Pikachu who was freaking out.

“****!” Micky spat loudly. “My ear’s are killing me!”

“Join the club” Trip groaned sarcastically.

“**** you Trip” Micky said, barely able to raise his middle finger to Trip.

“Both of you! calm down” Purity shouted aggressively, totally not in the mood for listening to the two of them arguing.

Everyone on the streets started rising to their feet. It looked like something out of a Zombie movie. People rising to their feet slowly then looking around as if it were the first time they had seen the world, although the way the world looked at the time was a new experience. The first wave of sound had just shattered the windows. The second had caused electrical wires snapped, some cars had exploded, fire hydrants were spraying water everywhere, it was sheer anarchy. Some people ran into the shops, seeing a chance to rob the place in the moment of chaos. Others tried to help the wounded to their feet whilst others just ran for their lives. It was decision time for Micky. On any normal day he would have joined in thieving from the shops, but he didn’t want to look like scum in front of the others. Instead he simply asked “What we gonna do?”

“I think we should go back to my house” Martin said. “From the looks of things it’s going to get more chaotic at any moment.” It was sensible thinking and Micky was pretty sure the entire group agreed, though part of him did feel they should go in the direction Shane went just to check if he was ok.

“Yeah, I agree” Micky said, still gripping his head. Micky took a look at the van. It was in pretty good condition aside from the shattered glass which lay on the car hood and the seats. They were lucky it withstood the sound wave, unlike the other vehicles which weren’t strong enough and simply exploded.

“I second that” Peter interrupted, already making his way to the passenger seat in Martin’s car.

“There’s not enough room for all of us in it” Trip pointed out.

“Get in the back then Dip ****” Micky spat.

“Shut up **** head” Trip replied, just as immature in his insult as Micky.

“Please, just shut it you two” Purity pleaded in a groan. Micky was about to have a go at her, something along the lines of ‘Shut your face *****.’ Strangely enough though, he didn’t. His subconscious told him to keep his trap shut and he didn’t know why. But he did and made his way into the back of the truck. Fortunately, Pikachu was in the front with Peter and Karen, leaving Purity, Trip and Micky in the back. It was tempting to argue again, but the group of them sat in silence. They left the back door open for light and to relieve the feeling of being trapped. Something Micky had only just learned about Purity was her claustrophobia. They passed by many people, almost everyone thieving from stores or laying unconscious on the streets. The speed Martin was driving at got them out of Rustboro in no time, Micky assuming they were going to Harville as the sirens of ambulances and police faded into the distance.

****

Rayquaza wasn’t sure how he wanted to finish off the rest of the town. There were so many options available to him. Being so powerful his body was capable of so many attacks. He had two stomachs. One that could produce fire and one that could produce water. Not to mention his ability to freeze the water just as it left his mouth. He was also capable of decapitating them one by, swallow them hole or fire a beam of light that could tear them apart in one strike. Instead, he decided to be more inventive. He began twirling, almost appearing like a green sphere, the wind around him starting to form a twister. Slowly, he dipped his body downward until it had just tapped the ocean surface. The half visible twister now became a giant tornado of light blue water. The tornado went from being about ten feet tall to at least forty feet tall. His spherical shape was visible at the top of the tornado, a black silhouette of a ball that appeared hazy through the fast spinning water.

He started to make his way towards Pacifidlog, bringing the twister with him. The spray of the water started to hit the faces of the soon to be victims. He then sent the twister through the centre of the leftover Pacifidlog town, tearing it in half, absorbing anyone who got in the way into his tornado. The twister was unmatched in power, nothing could withstand it’s power, anything in it’s way getting ripped apart, including people. It was clearly visible that the people sucked in were dead. Red stripes of blood formed on the outside, disappearing after two or three spins into the watery body of the Tornado. Rayquaza took the giant twister a good distance away from Pacifidlog before returning, almost like he letting the tension build up for the people who‘d soon suffer it‘s effect.

Rayquaza drove the twister to Pacifidlog’s side before drilling it at Pacifidlog’s centre again, creating a perpendicular line through it, a large cross of wreckage forming. Now there were only four chunks of Pacifidlog left. Each one holding about ten or fifteen people each. On each chunk, Everyone was huddled together. Children were screaming whilst the adults tried to shield their eyes from seeing what was about to happen. Rayquaza had to make his mind up now, which Chunk would be destroyed first? Rayquaza circled the perimeter of what was left of Pacifidlog, taking a good look at who was left, seeming to be judging them to decide which chunk to aim for. Eventually, he stopped in the centre of all four chunks, anyone likely to meet his wrath.

Rayquaza’s back was turned, and one man saw his chance to escape. Hoping not to be spotted. He dived head first into the water and started to swim away. Rayquaza was just too smart for this person however. As soon as his face met the water he heard the splash. His head shot directly towards him and he hissed loudly, his breath floating over the people of the mans chunk. He let the individual try to escape however, letting him swim at least one hundred metres from Pacifidlog before Rayquaza decided it was time to stop him. He turned to look at Rayquaza, and then he realised that Rayquaza was just stalking him, deciding when he felt like killing him.

Onimusha June 18th, 2004 8:06 AM

More of chap 22
 
In desperation the man turned away and swam faster than he ever had before, but he was no match for Rayquaza’s aerial speed. Rayquaza shot forward, his right hand aimed downwards so that his middle claw dragged into the waves. As his claw touched the man he curled it upwards, flying upwards as well. He had scooped this man from the water perfectly, leaving him still alive but in agonising pain. Rayquaza’s scythe like claw had cut into his genitalia and had hooked at his left shoulder, the rest of his upper body untouched. He flew in front of the people of Pacifidlog, showing him off as if he were a warning to say ‘let me decide which one of you to kill first or I will do this to you.’ The man tried to yelp in pain but he was stopped immediately by the left claw of Rayquaza’s right hand, Rayquaza drilling it into the mans neck so perfectly that he was still alive.

Rayquaza showed him off, letting his blood spill onto each chunk of Pacifidlog before he finally showed mercy to the man, closing his hand into a fist, letting the three finger-like claws and the one thumb-like claw cut into the mans flesh until it finally chopped him apart into four separate pieces, dropping each bit of the mans body into the ocean bit by bit. His entire right hand was soaked in blood now, going from the bone white to blood red. He spun in the air once more to get a quick look at everyone before deciding what he wanted to do next. He’d only just realised that he had barely spilled any blood. He picked a target and jammed his left middle claw into the poor persons stomach. Everyone dove out of Rayquaza’s way, seeing he was only after one of them.

His new victim was a women, probably in her mid thirty’s. She was hooked on Rayquaza’s middle claw by her ribs, her stomach ripped in two on the inside. She was fading away fast and Rayquaza knew this. If he wanted to inflict any more pain on her he’d have to do it quickly. He opened his mouth nice and wide before dropping it down just above her shoulders. The women felt his saliva drop onto her head before he clamped his teeth together, slicing her head clean off her body. He was done with the body now, throwing the body back to where he got it. The headless body squirted blood everywhere as soon as it was released from Rayquaza’s claw. Soaking everyone on that chunk of Pacifidlog in blood. Rayquaza was about to pick another victim, but the a strange noise disturbed his thoughts.

“What the **** is that?” the helicopter pilot questioned, staring at the giant beast Rayquaza who was only about three hundred feet away. The helicopter was for channel four’s news coverage. It had survived the two sound waves without having it’s glass shattered, due to it being locked in a soundproof room. It was the channels pride and joy, being protected at all costs when it was not chasing up a story. It was the fastest helicopter in the world, being able to travel at two-hundred miles per hour. It was small and versatile and very tough, once it was hit by a tornado during a live coverage of the story and it still survived, though the camera upon it’s roof was ripped right out. As soon as the first screech was over, the scientists working for the company detected it’s source. The best news crew was loaded into the helicopter as well as the two best pilots.

“I dunno, Gary, are you getting this?” the female news reporter asked to her camera man. There were two cameras, one attached to the top of the helicopter and one controlled by the camera man. Both camera’s footage was sent live to the studio where TV’s still functioned despite being made of glass, since the whole studio was sound proofed from the rest of the world. The people back in the Slateport City Channel four studio looked on in horror at Rayquaza. The giant beast stared directly at the helicopter, his sick yellow eyes acting as a window to his mind, and everyone knew he had sick intentions. The four people aboard the helicopter were in great danger now, the silver vehicle about to face it’s toughest test yet. It may have been able to survive tornados but it would not be able to survive Rayquaza’s power.

“****, move this thing!” the camera man shouted to the pilots in desperation, his camera getting a perfect look at Rayquaza who had just opened his mouth, a sphere of white light forming in between his upper and lower teeth. The pilots saw this to and the main pilot immediately jolted his joystick sharply to his left. The helicopter tilted to it’s left quickly before turning away from Rayquaza. The camera man, unaware of his surrounding due to having his focus on the camera fell to his side. His camera’s weight dragged him out of the helicopter as his body fell out of the helicopter. He was fortunate, his right foot getting caught in the helicopter’s landing bars.

“Bob!” the female reporter shouted, dropping to her knee’s trying to reach the camera mans leg without falling out of the helicopter.

“Help!” Bob screamed back, still holding onto the camera, the studio getting an upside down view of Rayquaza. “Help me, help me!” he pleaded ,trying to reach his free hand up to the female reporter. The helicopter continued to jolt away from Rayquaza’s line of sight, the giant beast firing the beam of light just off of target, missing the helicopter by an inch. Bob felt the heat of the beam, the one second of the beam passing near to him made him drop the camera, letting it fall to the ocean.

“Grab my hand” the female reporter pleaded. The co-pilot of the helicopter made his way to the back, a difficult task considering the main pilot was jolting side to side, trying to see where Rayquaza was aiming.

“Holy ****!” Bob said, his attention drawn away from reaching his hand to the female reporter. He was now staring at Rayquaza, who was charging directly at the helicopter, looking to be more than capable of out running it.

“Move!” the co-pilot shouted, seeing Rayquaza coming right for them. The pilot jolted the helicopter to the right , narrowly avoiding Rayquaza as he charged by. Bob felt his ankle breaking as the helicopter jolted, the ligament ripping through the flesh. Bob’s sight started to get blinded by blood that squirted out of his ankle. He screamed in pain loudly, his arms flailing in all directions, just praying for someone to take his hand.

Rayquaza’s miss only encouraged him further, liking the chase. He quickly made a U-turn and headed for the helicopter again. “He’s coming back!” the co-pilot shouted again, grabbing Bob by his uninjured ankle, trying to pull him in, the reporter helping him by unhooking Bob‘s broken ankle. The pilot turned again, and this time Bob wasn’t so lucky. The reporter and co-pilot hit the sides of the helicopter as turned and the sheer impact of banging against the sides made them drop Bob’s ankle. The camera mans large body dropped downwards as the helicopter turned away from him. Rayquaza had only just missed the helicopter again, but he didn’t miss Bob, Bob’s large donut filled body hooked onto his right claws, his middle and right claw of his right hand jammed into his body. The female reporter screamed as she saw it happen, the camera atop the helicopter aimed backwards getting a perfect shot of it happening. On normal occasions, Rayquaza would have toyed with the body, but this was no ordinary occasion. A helicopter was successfully avoiding him and he wasn’t going to let that happen. He ripped Bob’s body apart with his two hands and flew for the helicopter again.

“Oh god! Oh god!” the reporter repeated, hands over her mouth in shock that Bob was dead. She was in too much shock to seal seatbelt herself properly so the co-pilot did it for her, slamming the open door of the helicopter shut before returning to his seat. The lead pilot could see Rayquaza behind him, looking at the screen which showed the helicopter’s roof camera’s view. Rayquaza was gaining on them again. He jolted to his right, just as Rayquaza had expected. Rayquaza slipped his right hand out just as he passed by the helicopters back. His sharp scythe like claws torn a large hole through the back of the helicopter, just below the helicopter’s tail. The reporter screamed hysterically as she watched the claw tear through the back of the helicopter.

“****!” the co-pilot cursed loudly. “We can’t outrun this thing” he pointed out to the pilot who already knew this. All he could do was try to tire the creature out until they could outrun him, but Rayquaza didn’t seem to tire at all.

“I know! I know” the pilot shouted, flying forward again as Rayquaza started to gain on them again. As Rayquaza began to gain on them again, he opened his mouth to release flames from his mouth. The helicopter pilot was not fast enough to dodge this. The entire helicopter became engulfed in the lava like heat of Rayquaza’s flames. That was the studio’s last look of Rayquaza, the flames melting right through the camera. The helicopter only just survived, the pilots reactions quick enough to only leave the helicopter in flames for a second, but without the camera they couldn’t see Rayquaza. The situation started to loo desperate for them as the co-pilot left his seat, trying to look through the rip at the back of the helicopter. The reporter was still alive, but she was in total shock, unable to do a thing except, shake, bite her nails and scream. The co-pilot couldn’t see any sign of Rayquaza through the tear in the back. He had no choice but to open the helicopter’s doors once more. He leaned out and immediately saw Rayquaza, but he was too late. Rayquaza had already formed a sphere in his mouth and fired the beam at the helicopter just as the co-pilot had opened his mouth to shout to the pilot.

The survivors on that remained on the broken shards of Pacifidlog looked on as the helicopter exploded, the leftovers of the smoking wreck bombing into the ocean and sinking upon impact. The stalling from the helicopter was over and now it was their turn to die. Rayquaza seemed to do some form of victory dance, twirling upwards before dropping down again. He zoomed right over the broken Pacifidlog, the people thinking he had forgotten about them. The one’s who weren’t totally traumatised began to celebrate, hugging each other whether they knew the person or not, but their celebration was too early. Rayquaza turned around to look at them turning his entire body around. His time for toying around was over, he spewed fire all over the broken chunks of Pacifidlog, quick and painless deaths for the survivors who became ash the moment the flames hit them. Rayquaza shot away from Pacifidlog, finally done with the killing for the day. Corpses and wreckage lay behind him as he flew back to the Sky Pillar.

****

The group was back at Martin’s house in Harville. There was no real change from what it was like when Micky had left, aside from every house looking like they‘d been broken into. Still only having four log cabin houses. As soon as the four of them entered Martin started showing them around.

“There’s two hammocks on the roof” Martin said pointing upwards.

In unison Micky and Purity said “I’m sleeping up there” without realising the other was saying the same until they’d finished, giving each other a strange look that said ‘don’t copy me’ afterwards.

“Fine by me, I don’t like sleeping outdoors” Trip said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Same here” Karen continued. Now everyone’s eyes were on Peter, seeing what he wanted to do.

“I aint even staying, I wanna get to Evergrande City by the end of today, I wanna do that Victory Road Challenge thing” he stated.

“Laters dude” Micky said, waving his right hand as a goodbye to his best friend.

“Aint going yet, gonna stick around for dinner, this guy’s cooking rocks” he said nudging his head to Martin.

“Thank you” martin said, blinking his eyes like a bow.

“What you making for dinner anyways Marty?” Micky asked.

“You’ll see…” he trailed off, making it into a bit of a mystery.

Micky dumped his bag next to the sofa and collapsed onto it back first, getting his leg kicked by Karen for taking up so much room. He folded his body up to make room for her and Trip whilst Peter and Purity sat opposite them. “Do you want any drinks?” Martin shouted from the kitchen. “I have coke, orange juice, and I can make coffee or tea” he continued.

“Coke please” Micky shouted first.

“Tea will do fine, thank you” Karen followed in a more polite manner than Micky who felt at home in the house.

“Tea as well please” Trip shouted.

“Coffee” Purity shouted, in unison with Peter who shouted “Coke please.”

Micky got up and headed for the kitchen to help Martin, strangely feeling that he should, feeling like he was part of the household and not a guest. He came back with the drinks, receiving ‘thank yous’ and ‘thanks’ from the other four.

****

The sun began to set in the west, giving an orange glow over Harville. Everyone was out now. The two kids Micky saw the last time he was here were out, along with what Micky assumed was Martin’s cooking partner who he met last time. The total population of Harville seemed to be about nine people, unless there were some people missing. It had a real family atmosphere, Everyone gathering together to feast on Marty and his cooking partner’s food. There was an old couple sat in rocking chairs, rocking back and forth on the log porch outside their house. The husband of Marty’s cooking partner was chasing after the two children, Micky just assumed they were his. There was also another couple there, looking to be about the same age as Micky’s father. Micky just guessed they did have a child but he was off doing what he was doing, trying to become a Pokemon champion.

Karen seemed to enjoy showing off her two Pokemon to the kids who were very entertained by the cuteness of Pikachu and the speed of Farfetch’d. Purity was helping Marty with the cooking, probably being one of the girls who was brought up helping her mother in the kitchen. Peter and Trip were discussing something on the floor, probably something related to Pokemon, both of them being very impressive trainers, both done with the badge collecting of Hoenn, though from what Micky understood, Trip had also completed badge collecting in Kanto. Micky smiled at this, such a nice atmosphere to be in. For the past month or so he’d be trekking through rough muddy routes, mountains and cities. He’d been injured over and over, been disowned by his father and stalked by some guy in a cloak that seemed obsessed with him. It was nice to just stop, almost like everything had came to a halt so Micky could just take a break, let his body recover, before starting it all again.

Micky felt one of his Pokeballs vibrate on the side of his belt. He looked down, recognising it as Strider’s. He slowly made his way from the gathering, slipping silently into the woods. He released Strider from her Pokeball and let her run about. “What’s wrong Strider?” Micky asked nicely, patting his Pokemon on her head.

Onimusha June 18th, 2004 8:06 AM

and the final 3rd of it, you need to sort out these post limits
 
Strider roared a “Nee-Ya” as a reply to him. Micky just figured she wanted to get out in the open air for a bit. Micky figured he should let them out, throwing Free and Kotaro’s Pokeballs to the ground to release them. Free recognised where she was, the place she grew up in. Kotaro enjoyed the new experience, climbing up a tree to get a good view of the forest. Micky sat down, breaking some fallen leaves as he did. Free floated down and sat on his head, whistling a tune of some sort. It was a nice picture of peace for Micky, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He was tempted to let Scy out of his Pokeball but he figured it would be a little risky, being so close to people and not in a controlled area.

“Why’d you wonder off” a girls voice said from behind. Micky recognised it immediately as Purity. He shot to his feet, scaring Free away, letting her fly off to a tree.

“Pokemon wanted to get out” he replied quickly.

“Why don’t you let them out back there?” she asked, pointing towards the gathering area of Harville. “After all, those kids seem to like Karen’s Pokemon, they’d love yours” she continued, stroking Strider’s head.

“Just thought I’d let them enjoy the forest area” Micky replied, his true reason being he just wanted a small moment to enjoy the peace of self-chosen loneliness.

“Come on” Purity said, gently grabbing Micky by the wrist. Micky just followed, completely enslaved by her touch. Strider followed whilst Free carried Kotaro to the ground before flying after Micky, letting the tiny Nincada Kotaro make scurry along after Micky. Micky rejoined the gathering, right behind Purity who was back to helping with the cooking. Micky observed. In a giant bowl, Marty and the women were making rice, more than enough for everyone. Micky knew it would be nice, Marty adding two eggs to the dish, eggs being a rarity in the new age of processed food. Everything he was making looked to be real. A vegetable stir fry, noodles and soup were to join the rice. A very oriental meal that looked absolutely delicious.

The meal was done about half an hour later. A long table was set up in between all the houses, two long benches placed on either side, even a small round bowl was placed on the far end for the Pokemon to enjoy, Pikachu and Strider even having their own plates. Free, Farfetch’d and Kotaro seeming to prefer the more traditional bowl on the floor. Micky sat opposite Purity, next to Peter and Karen near to the Pokemon. The table soon became fool of noise, conversation and eating combined. Micky felt a bit out of place, being the only one who hadn’t mastered chopsticks, but it was no big deal. It was an interesting dinner for him. He started to learn a lot more about Pokemon and Pokemon Training. He learned about the ‘Victory Road Challenge’ as well as a lot about the elite four of the Hoenn region from Peter, who had every intention of becoming Pokemon Champion of Hoenn.

The ‘Victory Road Challenge’ involved a contestant who had obtained all eight Hoenn region gym badges entering a deep dank tunnel. Very little information about the tunnel was known but many contestants entered at a time and there were plenty of wild Pokemon inside. At the end of this illusive tunnel was the ‘Elite House.’ Five gym sized stadiums that linked together, each one holding a member of the elite four and the final one holding the champion. If Peter wanted to become champion he’d have to battle all five trainers on the same day. The only advantage he had was he knew what Pokemon they used. The first member of the Elite Four, Sidney, was a trainer of Dark typed Pokemon. The second member, Phoebe, trained ghost Pokemon. The third member, Glacia, trained Ice typed Pokemon and the fourth member, Drake trained Dragon typed Pokemon. After this there would be a one hour break for the challenger to revive his fainted Pokemon and treat his injured before moving o not take on the Champion. It’s an uphill struggle all the wall but from what peter said it sounded well worth it. As he described it, “It’s an uphill struggle but once you get to the top, it’s a great view.”

****

“What you are about to see, is unedited footage, of what happened today where Pacifidlog town once was. This video is of a very graphic nature and this station suggests Viewers of a nervous disposition should turn away now” a reporter on channel four said lightly, showing emotion in what he said. The group sat watching an image projected on the wall, the normal television screen being destroyed like all the other glass objects from the day’s screeching. Purity was in a white robe, she’d just had a bath, Trip was dressed but his head was still soaked, a scruffy wet mess. Karen was running her bath now, standing behind the sofa watching the television. Micky figured that everyone in the world was watching this, finally an explanation for what had happened.

The video tape started playing from the point the pilot said “What the **** is that?” From there it was unclear what was happening, however there was one clear shot of the beast that caused the devastation in the day. Micky realised who this was immediately. Having flashbacks of her sister’s drawings of the creature that killed his mother. It was the creature on the television. Micky knew it was. It was in the same place, the same viciousness and fit the description that Micky’s sister had written. Micky couldn’t bear to watch the television, in his mind just realising that his sister hadn’t lost her mind and that everything she said was true. He started shaking his head, shielding his eyes from seeing the television screen with his hand, walking up the stairs uncomfortably. When he reached the top of the stairs he walked right up to the balcony and stared up at the moon, wiping his face as if he was trying to clean it of seeing the beast that had killed his mother and drove his sister to insanity.

“What’s wrong?” Purity asked caringly, running up the stairs after Micky.

Micky pressed his left hand into his temples trying to think how to explain it all. “It’s…” Micky couldn’t even think of a way to finish off his sentence. “It’s…” Micky repeated, shaking his head. He slumped his back into the balcony and fell to the floor, pressing his face into his knee’s, hiding it from Purity. “You’re in for a long night” Micky said looking up at her, finally deciding he had to tell her. “It…It all began when my sister became a Pokemon trainer. I was a little kid and well…” Micky trailed off. “My mother went on the Pokemon journey with my sister. They went to Pacifidlog in search of a legendary beast” Micky said, raising his eyebrow to Purity.

“You mean the one on T.V?” Purity asked, looking down the stairs, noticing Trip and Karen were listening. “Guys, for ****s sake” she said, slamming the door shut.

“Thanks” Micky said gratefully, not liking to have people eves-dropping in his conversations.

“Go on” Purity said, dropping down next to him. “Wait, hold on” she said, walking back towards the door. She opened it and Karen and Trip were there trying to listen into Micky and Purity’s conversation. She gave them a ‘**** off’ look and they left, saying stuff like “Whatever, you can talk all you want.” She slammed the door shut again and slumped next to Micky once more, tilting her head to say ‘continue.’

“Well, I’m not sure about the details of it, but from what Kerri has told me, they entered ‘it’s’ lair” he said, doing hyphenations with his fingers on ‘it’s.’ “From what I understand when they found him he wasn’t too pleased and attacked, killing my mother, but something called it away from Kerri and made him leave them. When Kerri finally got out she was traumatised to the point she couldn’t speak. As you can guess, my dad has been Anti-Pokemon ever since.”

Purity nodded, starting to make sense of Micky’s life. “So that’s why you started training so late” she asked.

“Yeah, was only after I got my *** saved by Angel that I decided I wanted to become a trainer.”

“Angel?” Purity asked, not sure who he was on about.

“The cute white and gold Pokemon that Kerri’s friends with” Micky replied.

“Oh yeah” she replied, remembering when Angel saved them from Scy and when she turned up after Micky’s father disowned him.

“And, well, I’ve been getting stalked by some person” Micky continued, almost one hundred percent sure the person that was appearing in his dreams had a connection to the beast that killed his mother.

“You’ve been stalked?” Purity asked, not understanding what he was on about.

“When Scy attacked us, after you’d ran off, a guy named Koga rescued me” he said.

“Koga? Koga Fuma? The ninja guy that the authorities are after? That guy is stalking you?” she repeatedly questioned, being right about everything except him stalking me.

“Yes, that Koga, and no he’s not stalking me. He saved me but he got defeated by Scy. Then Scy came back for me and someone spoke to me” Micky said.

“Spoke to you?” she questioned, wanting a little bit more of an explanation.

“He said either let him control my body or he’d take it over himself. He basically saved me from being killed and I, well he, cut off Scy’s arms, hence the metal coat thing. When we were in Chimney village, he appeared in my dream and attacked me” Micky said, bringing back the memories of how real that dream was. “And, last night, he attacked me in person…” Micky trailed off. “He used you to attack me in person” he said looking at her in the eyes so she knew he wasn’t joking.

“How did he use me?” she asked, worried that Micky blamed her for the gash in his head.

“I dunno, he lured me away from Trip, Pete and Shane, then he attacked me” he said, trying to make sense of it all.

“But why?” Purity asked feeling a bit guilty despite knowing it wasn’t her fault.

“How am I ‘spose to know?” Micky spat in frustration.

“Sorry, I just dunno what to say in a situation like this” she said out of desperation, not sure what to do.

Micky shook is head in thought before replying with “Look” Micky stuttered. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just gonna go to sleep.” He opened his bag letting out his creepy candles and curled into a ball on his hammock. Purity sensing that Micky didn’t want her to push the matter, wondered down the stairs and Micky didn’t see her again as he drifted into a deep sleep.

****

Rayquaza’s head surfaced through the lake outside his resting place. He took a look around, shaking the water off of his body like a dog would. He slowly slithered his way into his lair, the rocks that once were the Braille wall that sealed him in were nothing more than tiny shattered stones. He looked the blood from his claws and turned his attention to the young human boy who was in his lair. He still ay there, still alive but unconscious through the blood loss. He now had to think what to do with this boy. His blood lust had been satisfied but one more person couldn’t hurt. On the other hand, he could have a meal whenever he felt like it, so long as the body didn’t rot.

Thomas’s eyes started to blink his eyes open. It wasn’t all a scary dream, he Rayquaza before him, hissing warm saliva all over his face. He quickly dragged himself to his foot, only to remember losing one leg and tripping to the ground. He moaned in agony as his face tore on one of the rocks in Rayquaza’s lair. He was much more feisty compared with when Rayquaza had first met him. He was more determined now and Rayquaza knew that this boy would turn out like the last person he had left alone in his lair, a young girl who seemed intent on catching him. Whatever happened to her he didn’t know, but he knew he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. He knocked the boy to the ground with one swipe of his left hand, making sure not to let his claws dig into him.

Thomas felt Rayquaza press his hand down on him, he was trapped in Rayquaza’s clasp, the four claws of his three fingers and thumb slowly beginning to dissect his body each time he moved. Slowly, Rayquaza pressed one of his right-hand claws at Thomas’s neck, sickly caressing his head with the sharp blade, drawing blood out of the his skull. Thomas slowly felt himself fading away as more and more blood trickled out of his body, slowly sliding like a stream in front of his eyes. He made one last attempt to escape, a very feeble one. Almost like he were trying to do a press up, he pushed his body off the ground with his right hand, effectively killing himself as he forced Rayquaza’s claw deeper into the back of his head. Rayquaza, lifted his right hand up and threw Thomas’s body to his side and slithered into a curled ball, sleeping away the terror he’d spread during the day.

‘Cult has summoned twisted sound. Out from ruins once possessed, a fallen city living death.’ - The Thing that Should not be, Metallica

Well, go ‘The Thing that Should not be’ making a record of 3 references. I couldn’t think of any better song for this chapter that I’d heard before. Anyways, here’s my 22nd Chapter, which would have made a much better big 2-0 compared to chapter 20. Anyhow, I’ve got my sound card back now so I’ll probably listen to a lot more songs from my downloaded stuff *considering Slipknot and Metallica are the only bands who’s albums I bought and I couldn’t listen to my downloaded stuff without my sound card* so yeah, you won’t be subjected to Metallica no more. The title ‘Quenching the Thirst’ was originally ‘Quenching the Blood Lust’ but that sounded bull**** so I just went with quenching the thirst.

Ytnim June 19th, 2004 7:48 PM

I just love how this rp is heaps different than normal fics, most people are too afraid to use blood and guts and swearing in pokemon. I can't wait till its finished!

JoWood June 19th, 2004 8:20 PM

Great. I just read this page and it was cool. Brave of you convert the seemingly 'nice' world of pokemon into something more violent. Awesome chapters, got to read the beginning later.

Onimusha June 20th, 2004 7:24 AM

Thank you. I don't think it's THAT brave to make it a lot more violent, I just trying to boost it to a more teenage suitable thing since the Anime really bugs me, being so 'happy' and stuff. Still, thansk for the coments

Onimusha June 24th, 2004 4:14 PM

Chap 23, part 1 of 3
 
Chapter 23: A Different kind of Pokemon Battle

‘You could be my someone you could be my scene. You know that I’ll protect you from all of the unclean’ - Blurry, Puddle of Mudd.

Micky’s eyes shot open. He tried to sit up, completely forgetting he was in a hammock, falling sideways, landing shoulder first on the concrete. “****!” he spat loudly as his right shoulder collided with the floor, his face rubbing against the warm ground as he rolled forward to get his legs untied from the crème hammock.

“Micky?” Purity said, just awaking ,rubbing her eyes clear as she looked at her friend writhing in pain on the floor.

“Yeah?” Micky asked, wondering why she bothered speaking rather than not trying to help him up. His landing wasn’t the worst he’d ever had, thinking back to when he rolled off the cliff when trying to escape those Houndooms, but he had definitely bruised his shoulder.

“You ok?”

“Does it look like I am?” Micky spat in rage, feeling the grumpiness from waking so early. Micky had another thought though. Realising that this girl at the moment was his best friend and being spiteful to her wasn’t the best idea. “Look” Micky huffed. “Sorry, I’m just freaked out by this whole stalking thing and the whole destruction and everything “ he said, rolling his right shoulder to try and relieve the soreness.

“Everyone’s a bit shaken up” she smiled, dropping down to his side, rubbing his shoulder in half a hug. “What woke you up?”

“I dunno” Micky said, only now noticing that night still coated the sky, not a single star in the sky, almost a tribute to what happened the previous day. “I just…woke up” he said with a blank expression on his face, almost wishing he could say something like ‘Someone assaulted me in my sleep again’ or ‘I think I know where that creature is’ but no, it was just a basic boring ‘I dunno.’

“You gonna be ok?” she asked, seeing he’d stopped whining about his shoulder.

“Probs, dunno if I’ll get back to sleep though.” He looked to her as if to say’ stay up please, suffer with me’ and she sensed he didn’t wanna be alone all night trying to sleep.

“Wanna talk?” she asked, brushing her hair with her hand, trying to sort out the mess it was in.

“Yeah. Can I start with how’d you get your name?” He let out a small laugh at the thought of her parent’s going ‘What should we call her? I know, Purity.’

“Wanna know the truth?” she asked sarcastically.

“Why you think I asked?” he replied with just as much sarcasm.

“My real name is…” she stalled for a moment. Her real name hadn’t been spoken for what was soon to be six years, ever since she left home to become a trainer. “It’s Jemma” she said quickly, hoping Micky didn’t hear her properly.

“Jemma?” Micky asked, just to make sure he heard right.

“Yeah” she groaned, not liking her real name ‘Jemma Campbell.’

“So where’d Purity come from?” Micky asked.

“I had a group of friends I was with, it’s a long story but they ended up nicknaming me that” she said, leaving Micky wondering why she wasn’t with those friends anymore and why they nicknamed her Purity of all the names they could have nicknamed her. “And no I aint saying anymore” she giggled, looking at Micky’s confused expression.

Micky let out half a laugh, feeling a little special that he knew her real name and a little disappointed that he didn’t know why. “So, what about your Pokemon?” Micky asked, not making himself particularly clear.

“What about them?” she asked.

“Where did you get them and when?” he asked, turning the conversation in a totally different direction.

“Well” she said, dropping back into memory. “My first Pokemon was a cute little red fox called Vulpix, now my Ninetales” she said, looking towards her bag as though she wanted to get the elegant crème fox out of her Pokemon.

“That the one you used against Flannery?” Micky asked, remembering that day, probably the best battle of his life.

“Yeah, and by the way, you kicked *** in that match” she mentioned.

“I know” he laughed back, no sign of modesty and for good reason, knowing that the win was difficult and very lucky.

“What about the others?” he asked, curious where he got all her interesting Pokemon she had, their battle style as elegant as she was.

“Well, my Milotic used to be an ugly fish called Feebas, one tip you should know about Pokemon raising. If a Pokemon is seemingly useless, chances are it’ll evolve into something great” she said. Micky already knew this in a way, knowing the pathetic Caterpie evolved into one of his most Pokemon Butterfree, as well as Weedle evolving into Beedrill.

“Yeah, I know” Micky replied.

She half smiled, knowing Micky didn’t and was just trying to look smart in front of her. “Well, I caught an Oddish last year which is now Bellossom, the one who was teaching your Pokemon Solarbeam. And just before I met you I caught Kirlia” she finished but then continued seeing Micky’s blank expression when she mentioned Kirlia. “The floating ballerina-like Pokemon” she said.

“Oh yeah” Micky said remembering her from the battle against Flannery.

“What about you?” she asked. “I haven’t seen you ever catch a Pokemon yet you have four.”

He breathed a small laugh realising that despite the fact that almost all his journey he’d been with Purity and yet every Pokemon he caught was when he was separated from her. “I received Ponyta as my starter from some Pokemon breeder in Oldale Town, I totally forgotten his name. On the same day I caught a Weedle which eventually evolved into Beedrill, caught the Weedle the same day I met Shane in fact, and I beat him” he smirked.

“Thought he beat you?” she asked.

“No, that was just our last two encounters, and one of them was fluke” Micky said, trying not to look bad. “Then I met you, then we went off into the mountains and we ended up in hugely deep ****” he spat in a laugh.

“Yeah, I admit, it was my bad making you go through the mountains.”

“Never had much luck in them have I?” he asked rhetorically. “The first time I end up getting stabbed by Scy, the second time I get my skull bashed twice by some freak.”

“Still, go on” she said, wanting to know where Micky’s Nincada came from.

“Well, in that week that I was ‘Dead’” he said, doing little quotation marks with his fingers, “I was getting trained by a guy named Koga to control Scy, and during it I became very well accustomed to his Nincada, and he did the same with my Beedrill, so we ended up ‘Trading’” he said, again putting words in quotation marks.

Purity noticed there was one he was missing though. Whether it was his or not remained a mystery to her but she knew he and the Pokemon were very close. “You left one out” she smirked, thinking of all the Pokemon he’d mention that this one would be the first.

“What?” Micky asked, thinking for a moment and realising who she was on about. “Oh, Latianne?” he replied, checking this was the one she meant.

“Yep, what’s the thing between you and her?” she asked, assuming that the Pokemon was a female by her behaviour and appearance.

“Well, just before I started becoming a trainer, I was attacked along Route 119 by a pack of Houndooms, and there she was. I was have unconscious with a pretty bad head wound and loads of blood pouring out of me and through the blurriness of sight, there she was, kicking all their asses” he said, making it more of a big deal than it really was.

“What about that day that Scyther attacked us?” she asked, that being the first time she’d saw him. “You were talking to her” she continued.

“No I wasn’t?” Micky said, almost a question as to ‘when?’

“I dunno how, but you two were communicating in your minds” she said, remembering how Micky was totally silent around Latianne aside from when he was speaking to her or someone else.

“Oh yeah! She’s like ultra-smart and mega psychic, she can read your mind so if you think words then she’ll think them and you can practically have a conversation in your mind. She has a tendency to come along when she senses there’s” Micky started to yawn, having to pause. He shook his head letting out the cobwebs of the yawn before finishing. “Sorry, she comes along when I’m in trouble and stuff.

“You should go back to sleep” Purity said, seeing it in Micky’s eyes that the yawn he just gave wasn’t going to be the last of the night.

“Yeah” Micky replied, sensing the tiredness within him as well. He slowly crawled his way to his hammock, dragging his body onto it. “Goodnight” he said in a whisper to Purity.

“Night” she replied, smiling at him, although not sure why. Probably just how pathetic he looked when he made his way to his hammock. She laid down on her hammock and watched Micky fall asleep before she went to sleep, making sure she’d be there if Micky wanted to start talking again. He didn’t and she slowly dropped back to sleep.

****

“Watch as they all fall down, Watch as they all fall down, Watch as they all fall down, WATCH AS THEY ALL FALL DOWN!” a voice shouted through the darkness of Micky’s dream. Pictures started forming, first they were different coloured lines, then they started making circles and squares and other shapes, and then finally, they were full coloured visions, almost like watching a movie. People were lined up like domino’s as Micky floated over them, his body not in his own control, he just floated almost like he were a camera filming these people in their line. The terrain was unfamiliar to him, looking to be a desert, grassy plain and ocean all in one.

“Watch them fall!” the voice said again. Micky’s sight turned away from the people and now faced to the sky. From above came a long snake-like creature. Micky recognised it immediately, the same one from the television, the one known as ‘Rayquaza.’ Micky braced himself, his heart thumping like it were about to break. Micky was expecting Rayquaza to attack him, but soon realised that Rayquaza wasn’t heading towards him. Micky looked down in horror as Rayquaza started to pass by the people, about one foot above them but with his scythe like claw down. All lined up, not moving at all, these people were sliced in half. It wasn’t a bloody mess though, just a hazy vision of people falling apart.


Micky shot up, sliding sideways shoulder first to the ground again, not used to waking up on a hammock. He looked to his left. Purity’s hammock was empty. The sun was up, baring down on Micky’s body. Micky threw his thin blanket to the ground, unlike Purity he wasn’t neat and tidy and unlike her, he didn’t place it in a nice folded pile atop the hammock. He ripped his bag open quickly and dragged out some clothes. Pretty much the same clothes as always. Black trousers with double-white stripes on either side and a white fish net long sleeve shirt that barely covered his body, his figure visible through the tiny gaps in between each thin strand of netting, matching well with Micky’s bandaged forehead. He slowly made his way downstairs, the others most likely were awake and eating breakfast, or even lunch judging from the way the sun was baring down on Marty’s rooftop.

Micky was still a little shaken from his dream, his veins feeling cold from the dream, his heart still pounding. He had no idea how pale his face was until he was all the way down the stairs, greeted by Trip saying “You ok? You look well Pale.” Micky didn’t reply immediately, still shaken from the dream that his focus was totally off.

“Huh?” Micky said, still a little dazed, letting everything sink in before replying. “Oh, am I?” he asked, trying to find a mirror.

“Yeah, you look like you seen a ghost” he replied. “You go for another walk about or something?”

“I don’t think so” Micky replied, but the facts were he had no idea. He didn’t even realise what happened on his way to Rustboro was real until he woke up in the hospital.

“Such a dumb-***” he muttered in laughter. “Purity made breakfast, bacon and eggs. She’s a pretty good cook” he said, Micky completely ignoring him after he said ‘breakfast.’ Micky wondered around, following his nose towards the food.

“Took your time” Purity said, greeting him as he wondered into the kitchen. “Sleepy one have a nice dream?” she said in a patronising down, talking to him like he was a baby.

“Huh?” Micky said, still dazed and half asleep.

She clicked her fingers in front of him. “Wake up!” she said at the same time.

Micky’s entire body shook in shock at the sound of her fingers clicking. “Wha?” he said in shock.

“You have a nice dream?” she asked, giggling. “Seems like you still having it” she continued, still giggling.

“No, I didn’t” he said seriously, breaking the ice and making Purity feel uncomfortable and guilty for laughing.

“Was it another?..” she trailed off, not wanting to say ‘Another Stalker Dream.’

“I think so” Micky muttered.

“Sorry” she replied, coming to his side trying to comfort him. Micky wasn’t having any of it, darting out of her reach immediately. “You hungry?” she asked, trying to the change the subject and feeling racked with guilt.

“Yeah” Micky mumbled.

“What do you want?” she asked, hoping to make up for her previous behaviour.

“What you got?” Micky mumbled back.

“French Toast, Bacon, Fired Egg and Sausage” she replied.

Micky couldn’t help but think ‘someone really loves cooking’ but replied with a less sarcastic “I’ll have a bit of everything” feeling his stomach rumbling in excitement at what it was soon to be filed with.

“Ok, want anything to drink?” she asked, her back now turned to him as she started to put some food onto a plate for him.

“Don’t worry, I can make it myself” he replied in a hostile manner. He wondered over to the white fridge and took out a carton of orange juice. He started searching the cupboards for a glass but only found shattered glass.

“There’s no glass from yesterday” she said, holding the plate in hand, French toast on one side, bacon egg and sausage on the other. “There’s a couple of cups in that cupboard that aren’t broken” she said pointing towards the cupboard next to the one Micky was searching in.

“Thanks” Micky muttered, both he and Purity could tell he didn’t mean it though, feeling a bit hurt by what happened before. Purity handed hi ma knife and folk with his plate and he wondered outside into the centre of Harville, eating on the long bench from yesterday’s meal.

“Pika-Pi” a whiny voice chanted. Micky’s worst enemy leapt onto the table of the bench and ran right up to his side. “Pika?” he spoke cutely, tilting his head sideways at Micky.

“Hungry?” Micky asked, cutting up his sausage.

“Pi-Pi” he replied, nodding his cute little head. Micky put his folk out towards the rodent. As Pikachu went to bite it Micky immediately pulled it away and ate it.

Onimusha June 24th, 2004 4:15 PM

Chap 23 Part 2 of 3
 
“Tough luck” Micky spat in despise of the electric mouse. He turned away from Pikachu, not wanting to see the annoyance on his face. Instead of whining, Pikachu took action, using his agility to dive across Micky’s plate, grabbing the French toast from the plate and running off out of Micky’s reach easily. “You bastard, you better give that back” Micky shouted, rising from his seat and walking towards Pikachu. For every three steps Micky took ,Pikachu ran at least an extra ten feet away. “Give it back” Micky said, using the ‘gimme gimme’ hand gesture. Pikachu just shook his head and ran off into the woods. “****!” Micky spat loudly, walking back towards his food in disappointment. Micky finished off the rest of his food swiftly, expecting Kneazy or another Pokemon would pop up and steal the rest of it.

Micky wondered back into the house, grumpier than before after Pikachu’s thievery. He dumped the plate and cutlery into the sink and wondered into the living room. “Get ready!” Karen shouted at him the moment he walked into the living room.

“For what?” Micky asked.

“I’ve got a Contest in an hour!” she shouted back at him.

“A what-what.”

“A Pokemon Contest, it’s like a Pokemon battle but your trying to impress people, not put your opponent unconscious” Purity explained.

“Oh yeah, we got hose back in Lilycove.”

“Well get ready then” Karen shouted at Micky, looking forward to it. This would be her first major Pokemon Contest and Pokemon Contest battling was in her blood. Her parents done it, her brother done it and so would she.

“After what happened yesterday, I doubt they’ll be doing it” Micky said, feeling like it was his duty to be the downer of the day.

“No, I called, they are doing it” Karen replied with glee, so hyper about it. Micky rolled his eyes and wondered upstairs to get his shoes, trainer card and Pokeball belt, just in case he ran into a trainer who wanted to challenge him.

When he returned he replied “satisfied?” to her, arms out showing off his dressing.

“You’re wearing that?” she asked.

“Yes” he stated stubbornly so she knew he wasn’t going to change.

“Fine” she stated. “You look like such a freak” she snapped at him.

“Wup-de-do” he replied rolling his finger in the air. “Does it look like I care?” he spat sarcastically.

“Lay off him” Purity interrupted. “If he wants to dress like a freak let him” she continued, giggling again, thinking a little light humour would mend the rift between Micky and her.

“Like you can say much” Micky huffed at Purity, looking at her clothes. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a no shoulder black top cut at the belly button and long black socks cutting at her knee. Her red thong was visible just above her waist at the skirt and she looked like a total **** with make up that matched the **** look, although after the edginess between them in the morning Micky thought she was one anyway.

“Ok, cut out the fighting, it’s really getting on my nerves” Trip shouted at the three of them, sitting in front of the wall watching the projected image of television on the wall with Kneazy sleeping on his lap like a cat.

“**** it, lets just go already” Micky spat in anger.

“We’re waiting for the taxi dip ****” Karen said in sarcasm.

“Whatever, your paying” he spat at her, slumping onto the couch next to Purity. Micky still had no idea of the reason for that nickname. Unless she was a goody-goody church girl when she was with her group of friends she looked like a total **** and probably was one. Micky realising he knew barely anything about her after knowing her for about a month.

“Nope, you are” she snapped back at him. Micky’s eyed widened before he realised she was joking. “Got ya” she giggled, still behaving like a ten year old despite being thirteen.

“Whatever” Micky spat, arms crossed.

“Pika-Pi” Pikachu’s voice shouted not Micky’s ear behind him, making him jump from the sofa in shock. Karen, Purity and Pikachu erupted in laughter, Trip too busy watching some sort of Pokemon Battling show to notice. Pikachu walked along the shoulder of the sofa giggling in his little rodent voice. Micky wanted to strangle him but he knew he couldn’t do that in front of Karen and Purity, but he knew one day he’d get him.

“Why are you being extra annoying today?” Micky shouted.

“Pika Pika” he replied, probably ‘Cos I feel like it.’

“You’re gonna get yours, I promise” Micky spat spitefully.

“No he aint” Karen giggled, dropping onto the couch where Micky once was and hugging her Pikachu.

Micky walked out of the house, leaving everyone in confusion about hwy he was so grumpy. He sat hugging his legs on the dusty pavement outside Marty’s house, just in front of the grass plain that lay in between the five houses of Harville. He brushed the mud coloured dust from his black trousers and let it rise before falling slowly. Every little detail of the day seeming like a tiny knife in his body. He felt so uneasy every since realising he had some tie with the Rayquaza incident. The only time he felt any form of comfort was when he was talking to Purity, but at this very moment he couldn’t help but get the thought of her being a total **** out of his mind.

“What’s wrong?” Purity asked, dropping next to him.

“Just so uneasy ever since seeing Rayquaza on the television” he replied.

She went to hug him at her side and this time Micky didn’t move, needing the comfort of feeling lie someone cared. “Anyone would feel like that Micky. You bin through loads since I met you. A Scyther attacking you, being disowned by your father, getting your head bashed open and now this” she said, something about her voice comforting Micky.

“You left out what happened to you” he said, turning to her and smiling. She just smiled back, the smile on her face telling Micky it was all gonna be ok. “Thanks” he said, feeling so much better after those few seconds speaking to her.

“Taxi’s here” she said, looking over to see a yellow vehicle marked with black paint wit ha little sign on it’s roof saying ‘Yellow Cab.’ The both of them rose to their feet, Purity shouting into the house for Trip and Karen.

****

It was a pretty boring journey to Rustboro. Basic stuff like ‘How are you feeling’ being said to Karen in regard to her first major contest. In a way, Micky could relate to how she felt, remembering his first gym battle, although it didn’t turn out quite how he’d hoped. He remembered the butterflies in his stomach, the chill in his spine and special feeling he got when he and his Pokemon were in the spotlight. He knew Karen would be having the same feelings but at least this time she’d have the three of them to cheer her on, something Micky didn’t have in his first battle.

They stepped out of the Taxi right next to the Contest hall, Karen paying quite a sum of money for the journey. The streets were still tattered, a clean up effort made the previous effort did not hide the broken windows on every home or clean the blood from the floors. The Contest Hall was pretty badly battered and nowhere near as large as the one in Lilycove. The windows were all broken but the glass had been cleaned away. There was a large crowd outside, people waiting for the contest to begin. There was a big outside saying ‘Only Contest Entrants entering please’ which explained the crowd. Probably wanting to get everything sorted out. It was still twenty minutes until the contest started but it was already crowded and busy as though it had already began. So much less organised than a Pokemon Gym Battle, although part of it was probably due to the happenings of yesterday. Trip Purity and Micky weren’t sure whether to enter with Karen but in the end they did, feeling they needed to support her every step of the way. They entered to find several contest trainers standing about with their Pokemon, giving them their final pep talks and a little petting and love. There was another Butterfree as well as other Pokemon including a pink kitten, a red and orange chick and a blue mouse with a rounded stomach that was most of it’s body, pale white on it’s front, sort of reminding Micky of a water-type Pikachu. Speaking of which, the annoying rodent was sat firmly on Karen’s shoulder, awaiting his first contest ever.

“Welcome, and you are?” someone at the front desk said to Karen, assuming she was the entrant.

“I’m Karen Parkerson” she replied.

The receptionist looked on his list before saying “Ah, and you’re entering with Pikachu” he said, looking at the little yellow mouse that clung onto her side.

Karen and Pikachu replied “Yeah” and “Pika-pi” in unison, showing no sign of nervousness.

“And you three are?” the receptionist asked looking towards Micky, Trip and Purity.

“We’re with her” Purity replied on behalf of all three of them.

“Ah” he said. “I was hoping you were new entries. We are short of many due to what happened yesterday. We need one more to even things out for the qualifying rounds. Would any of you care to volunteer?” he asked, hoping to sort out the problem.

“Sorry” Trip said. “Not my style of battling” he continued.

“Same here” Purity said.

The receptionist now turned his attention to Micky who was in a realm of his own, paying attention to the blue Pikachu which he preferred way more than the Pikachu he knew, giving it lots of attention and tickling it’s belly. “And you?” the receptionist shouted to Micky, gaining his attention.

“Huh?” Micky asked, completely ignorant of what was going on.

“He wants to know if your willing to enter the contest” Purity said.

“I’d be no good” he replied.

“So no different than any other Pokemon battle” Trip added sarcastically.

“Screw you Trip” he shouted back to him, the hostility building between them.

“It doesn’t matter, so long as you have a Pokemon and you can battle” he replied.

“Um” Micky thought for a moment. It would be a new experience, but in the end he declined, not wanting to make an *** of himself in front of a large crowd. The group of them hung around in the contest lounge, giving extra attention to Pikachu except Micky who was totally behind the blue Pikachu apparently known as ‘Maril.’

Fifteen minutes passed and the receptionist started to get desperate. No one seemed to want to enter and he was starting to think he had to get rid of an entrant. Purity saw this and then looked at Micky. She knew his care for Pokemon was just as good as any co-ordinators so she wondered over to the receptionist and whispered a plan in his ear to get Micky to enter.

“Miss Parkerson” he said, calling over Karen who was oblivious to Purity’s plan.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I’m afraid that we have no final contestant and you being the last to sign in, I’m afraid we have to remove you from the contest” he said grudgingly.

Karen was almost about to break into tears and Micky saw this. “Can’t you ask in the crowd?” she asked, stuttering in sadness.

“I’m afraid not, it’s too unprofessional and would make us seem disorganised” he replied. Micky was just thinking ‘What an asshole in his head’ before realising that if he entered that would even things up and Karen could stay in the contest.

It was probably the most selfless act he ever done but he fell right into Purity’s plan. “Hey, contest dude” Micky shouted over to the receptionist.

“Yes?” he asked.

“If I enter, can she stay in?” he asked.

“Well yes but you said…”

“Never mind what I said, I’ll enter” he stated interrupting him. Karen immediately hugged him, so happy that he would enter to keep her in the contest. Purity smirked, feeling like a genius at how easily she manipulated Micky.

“Great!” the receptionist said. “Just fill it this form and your set” he said with glee in his voice.

Micky grabbed a pen and started filling it out. Then he noticed that part that said ’Pokemon.’ he had no idea which to use. He knew there were five kinds of contest. Cool, Cute, Beauty, Tough and Smart, but he had no idea which type this was. “Um, what type of contest is this?” he asked, feeling like an idiot.

“It’s a cute contest” Karen said, wanting to do whatever she could to help. Micky thought Cute and immediately thought this was a job for either Ponyta or Butterfree, but which one he wasn’t sure. Eventually ,he ended up flipping a coin, resulting in him choosing Ponyta. He wasn’t sure if she’d be well suited for the contest but he didn’t expect to make it through the first round, this was just so Karen could enter the contest.

“You will be battling Greg Taylor” the receptionist said to Micky.

“Hey, you’ll be battling me” a guy said behind him. He was about the same height as Micky with rugged black hair. Micky only just realised that he was the owner of the adorable Maril and any form of confidence he had before was shattered.

“Hi” Micky said, stuttering as his confidence went.

“Best of luck, I think it’s really admirable that your willing to enter this contest to help Your friend. I’ll try to go easy on you” he smirked, shaking Micky’s hand before walking over to pick up and hug his Maril.

Micky took a deep breath in before grabbing a Pokeball from his side and dropping it to his side. Out of it popped Scyther, bumping his head on the ceiling much to his dislike. “Scy” he growled, blinking as he looked up and the ceiling.

“Oops” Micky said, withdrawing Scy again. His nerves were shaking, he was walking to his first contest unprepared and he couldn’t even grab the right Pokeball. He got it right the second time ,sending out his fire horse Strider. She was a cute Pokemon, probably able to win the judges favour with her looks, though in battle it would probably be a different matter. Micky gave her a little pep talk in her ear, explaining the situation. She seemed pretty eager to enter, way more confidence than Micky.

“Would all trainers make their way to the Contest main hall please” the receptionist shouted to all the trainers hanging about in the lounge.

“Good luck Micky” Purity said. “We’ll be cheering for you” she said on behalf of Trip and Kneazy. She gave him a little good luck kiss on the cheek which totally confused Micky, but she knew what she was doing. He’d totally forgotten his anxieties about the Contest and she knew full well it would work that way, though Micky was still absolutely confused, having to be dragged by Karen through the pink doors that led to the main Contest Hall.

It was empty aside from the judges. Micky looked around. He was used to sitting in the crowd, watching in Lilycove. But he wasn’t used to being in this position, now the one who would be on the one foot high wooden stage. Preparing to battle was much different here. Trainers would all have their Pokemon by their side, listening to the judges. “Welcome all!” the lead judge bellowed across the room. “I’m afraid we are missing many more than we would have wished, due to yesterdays incident we will have a two minutes silence in respect for the many lost. I am assuming you all are familiar with the rules, from what I have read you have all entered a contest aside from Miss Parkerson” he said, picking out Karen from the crowd. The crowd hushed, Micky not sure why until he started hearing whispers about her parents, apparently ‘Legendary Co-ordinators.’

“Um, I aint familiar with the rules” Micky said grudgingly, raising his hand in the air, but he’d rather look like an idiot in front of these guys than everyone when he got himself disqualified.

The receptionist wondered up to the judge and whispered in his ear, probably explaining the situation to him. “Ah, I see. Well, we shall begin with the appeal stage where each trainer gets to make an appeal with a move of their choice. After that we shall begin the battling stage, are you familiar with the ‘Cute Contest’ battling style?” he asked.

“Sort of, you wanna look cute in front of the judge rather than beat your opponent into unconsciousness?” he asked, making sure he was right.

“Yes” the judge laughed. Micky figured this would come in handy, winning a judges favour by lacking any real contest battling talent would be pretty effective.

“I think I got it” Micky replied.

The judge walked from the podium, now heading over to the judges table. Micky nudged to Karen. “What is it?” she whispered, feeling uncomfortable in the crowd of people who knew so much about her parents.

“What move should I appeal with, Strider doesn’t know anything” Micky whispered as he thought of the word to use for it, and then the obvious one came to his. “She don’t know anything Cute” he finished.

“Can you get her to fall asleep on command?” she asked. Micky looked to Strider and immediately Strider dropped to the floor with her eyes closed.

“I think so, but how do I wake her up?”” Micky asked.

“After ordering her to Rest give her this.” Karen presented Micky with a berry. It was pretty big, three inches in size, pointy at the top in a pale blue with a pale brown semi-circle at the bottom.

“Chesto Berry?” Micky asked, not totally sure about his berries.

“Yes, it’s juices will wake up any Pokemon or human for that matter in an instant” she said. Sounded like a good tool to use and Micky assumed it was legal if Karen offered it to him.

“Thanks” Micky whispered.

“No problem, you entered this contest so I don’t get kicked out, you deserve all the help you can get” she finished as all the trainers noticed the crowds coming into the stands.

****

There was a two minute silence before the Contest began. The appeal stage was done in groups of four, overall there were six groups of people, Mick being the twenty-forth entrant. He was relieved to know he wasn’t in the same group as Karen, not wanting to have to face her, although the other trainers would be just as tough, but at least there was no personal relationship between him and them and he could go all out. He was still grouped with the guy with the Maril, his name a distant memory already. He prepared to go, his group the fifth and final. Karen had done well in this stage, her Pikachu using a move called ‘Attract’ which picked her up an average of eight from the three judges. Micky hoped that this ‘Resting’ technique would work.

Out of the group of four he would be the third to appeal. The first to go was someone using a Pokemon called Volbeat, about two feet tall with a bee striped stomach of yellow and lavender. His head was shaped oddly, also lavender, with a scarf like head of red, twirls of antenna’s on his head and two black legs and two black arms with bee like see-through wings on his back. Fit the cute description in a way, appealing with a move called ‘Water Pulse.’ The move involved spraying water in a twirl above his head and letting it drop to his sides like a fountain for seven seconds before he stopped, wasting three seconds of his appeal time, but no one noticed and he got eight points, just like Karen did.

The second person to appeal was a female trainer, using some form of lobster. She was a blood red in shape with a light crème shelled stomach. Two tiny crab claws, the upper half red and the bottom half crème executed an attack called ‘Bubble.’ Out of both claws, as they opened, sprays of bubbles released, circling the Pokemon before popping in a spectacle of bubbles, overall earning seven points.

Onimusha June 24th, 2004 4:16 PM

chap 23, part 3 of 3
 
“Strider, Rest!” Micky ordered. Strider dropped to her side and fell asleep in the cutest of positions, her entire body spread out and her mouth open, slowly breathing breath out. The crowd gave out an ‘Aww’ at this, looking so cute on the floor. Micky figured it was partially a pity vote and aided by the crowd adoration of Strider, but he got an eight and half, a huge confidence boost for him. He could hear Purity out there, cheering for Strider and getting the crowd cheering on Micky. Micky walked over and put the Chesto Berry in her mouth and she shot up awake.

The final move was done by the Maril, the circular mouse executing a move called ‘Ocean Surf’ which was similar to the Water fountain like ‘Water pulse’ aside from it ending in rain drops that smelt of the sea, overall getting seven putting Micky in the lead of his group, much to his surprise.

****

It was now battle time. Micky observed Karen’s battle very closely, Purity next to him as he leant against the spectator stands. It was interesting. One minute of sparring off moves to impress the judges, totally different to what Micky would normally do. Pikachu used moves that annoyed the opponent more than anything. Pikachu was up against a Pokemon known as Sandshrew. Another mouse like Pokemon, big blue eyes that showed nothing but focus, an entire body that looked like it was part of the desert. His stomach was pale white, turning into pale yellow with rough skin that would suit nicely for his natural terrain. It was patterned like many squares of yellow with black marked around it. On normal occasions, this Pokemon would dominate Pikachu in battle, being a ground type that had the advantage of being immune to electricity.

Sandshrew led with a move called ‘Sand Attack.’ Spitting sand from his mouth towards the rodent in an attempt to blind him. Pikachu was too fast for this kind of offence, leaping to his left and using a move called ‘Double-Slap’ which was pretty much a pathetic damaging attack, but it’s main focus was to annoy the opponent as well as look adorable in front of the crowd. Micky hated to admit it, but Pikachu did look sweet in front of them. Pikachu quite simply slapped Sandshrew’s left cheek with his right hand before slapping his right cheek with his open left hand, giggling as he did. Sandshrew’s trainer ordered him to retaliate with a mimic but he didn’t have time to slap back, Pikachu jumping behind him and pushing him forward to the floor face first. Karen’s orders were pretty effective, she knew what she was doing in her first contest. Pikachu started to celebrate, looking even cuter doing cartwheels and jumping around with his fist in triumph shouting stuff like “Pika-Pika!”

“Sandshrew, Flail!” he ordered.

Sandshrew tried to execute the move but was stopped by Karen ordering “Tail Whip.” Pikachu smacked his tail into Sandshrew’s side, knocking him off balance and easy target for another push, falling back to the ground. The time ran out, a loud beep indicating the end of the minute and Pikachu’s advance to the next round, earning nine point two points which on top of his original eight, put he and Karen on the top of his group whilst the Sandshrew received only four points which left him at the bottom of his group.

****

It was now the final battle of the group stages, the one that would determine who from group six would qualify to face the winner of group five. Micky was in the best position with the best amount of points. The first battle winner was the man with the Volbeat, overall earning six points. It wasn’t the most impressive of battles, the loser getting three points. All Micky had to do was get five and half or more points and beat this Maril trainer and he was through. Not a half bad tale to tell in the future that his first ever contest and he got through the group stages.

“Strider, Hypnosis!” Micky ordered on the moment the beep emitted. The latest move she had learned, at least according to Trip’s Pokedex. Micky was dying to try the move out and now he could try it out. Her eyes started to glow purple before she started to put the Aqua mouse to sleep.

Maril started to teeter from side to side at first, before realising he needed an order now. His trainer realised this to and gave an order immediately. “Water gun!” he shouted to Maril. The circular blue mouse done just this, feeling a little off his head. He sprayed a blue spray into Strider’s face and the hypnosis stopped, the attack done huge damage to her, her fiery body cooling as she felt pain. Maril now had full control of his body, the tiredness stopping. “Tail Whip” the trainer ordered to his Maril.

Strider got hit by the big ball on the springy tail of Maril, not doing an damage but distracting her enough to be hit by another Water Gun, this time knocking her to her side. Strider roared in pain and her eyes glazed over to her trainer, looking desperately at Micky for an order. “Ember!” was the first thing to come to Micky’s mind, despite the fact that he knew it wouldn’t have much effect. The battle stopped being cute, from the moment hypnosis was attempted it became serious and using a fire attack at this time was not a smart idea. Strider done hat she was told despite knowing it was a stupid idea and with ease, Maril shrugged it off as though the three fire balls spat at him were rain drops. He retaliated with another water attack, this time the ‘Ocean Surf’ style attack, the salty smell a give away. Strider writhed in pain and Micky was tempted to withdraw her and throw in the towel but before he could, something strange happened.

As the water was spraying over her, her body began to glow so bright, the sheer size of the glow making Maril turn away and stop her spray. Slowly, the glow got bigger, and Micky realised it wasn’t the glow, it was Strider growing in size. Strider’s legs grew in size, longer and wider. Her body grew with it, under the glow it was visibly getting larger, becoming more of a horse shape. Still glowing, Strider rose to her feet, the glow grew once more, blinding Everyone for a moment as she stood before everyone in her new form.

She was no longer a tiny Pony, she was bigger than Micky, a true horse in size and a stallion at that. She stood at about six foot tall at her head. Her face looked less cute, more like a fighter. Her eyes had changed from a cute deep black to a sinister diamond red. Her head had grown a horn that lay just above her two eyes, crème in colour, just like the rest of her body, a unicorn like horn. Her ears insides were fiery red and the mane of fire had grown by much more, trailing behind her at about the same length as Micky’s hair ,but much thicker. Her tail was also longer, a much thicker blaze of fiery fur. Her ankles remained surrounded by small flames and her hooves had grown bigger, but still were black. She was proud of her new body, standing tall with her head up high. She was bigger than Maril in the first place, at least double his height, but now she was about three times taller and much more intimidating. With one hiss she made Maril fall backwards in fear. Maril ran away, hiding behind his trainer’s ankle.

The battle was over, the beep went off and signalled the end of the ‘fight.’ Micky walked over to his unicorn like Pokemon, stroking her new mane and tickling her under her chin. She was still the same Pokemon as before in her mind, loving the attention she received, only this time she was bigger than Micky, no longer the tiny little Pony that didn’t look able to do anything except spray flames and attack smaller opponents.

Micky looked at the score boards, both competitors received six points for the battle. Chances were that last moment evolution synched Micky and Strider many points, especially after Maril’s reaction. “The judges have declared this match a draw, and due to the previous round, Micky and Strider move onto the next stage” the lead judge announced.

Micky’s mouth was opened in shock, but a smile started to form and he hugged his Pokemon by her neck. “Hear that, we move on” he smiled to his Pokemon, so glad that his previous eight and a half points put him above he previous battles winner.

****

Micky couldn’t believe it and neither could Karen, Micky had made it to the second round of a Pokemon Contest. He only had to defeat this next trainer, come in second or first in the second appeal round and beat the final trainer and he would be the winner. These rounds would last two minutes and the final battle would be three minutes and Micky had high hopes of making it that far, already very proud of his and Strider’s accomplishments so far. He was still stunned in awe of her new form, obsessing over the little changes. She didn’t look that different, she was a lot bigger and she had intimidating eyes but even the little things like her the larger size of the flames or the unicorn appearance that her new horn gave her. Still, he had to pay attention to the first of the qualifier contest battles, Karen and the ever annoying Chu-Toy against some guy called Frederick or something like that and his Delcatty, a cat-like Pokemon that walked elegantly almost as if she owned everywhere she moved. Her fur was crème and smooth, around her head she had purple that looked so unnatural, almost like a helmet, although it was part of her body, surrounding her ears making them grab more attention than her cute little cat face.

“Pi ka Pi ka” Pikachu chanted continually, already acting all ‘Cute’ in front of everyone. Delcatty didn’t take to kindly to this, growling with her teeth gritted in an attempt to intimidate Pikachu which came to no avail, if anything making her seem a lot less cute.

The beep sounded and Frederick immediately began his orders, beginning with “Sing” as the first order. Well, the move sounded cute enough, but the effect wasn’t. The song was beautifully sung but had one very bad effect. It was so harmonic that everyone’s eyes started to falter and eventually close. It was only by luck that Pikachu punched Delcatty in her jaw whilst she sung that everyone shot back awake, although some had already been soothed into sleep. “Tickle! Frederick ordered, one of the few able to stay conscious in the arena.

“Double-Slap!” Karen ordered to Pikachu. The rodent done as he was told, despite the fact that Delcatty was tickling him under his arms. He couldn’t help giggling as he tried to slap Delcatty, missing one of his slaps through the laughter.

“Now, Covet!” Frederick ordered once more.

“Quick Attack!” Karen ordered. As Delcatty went to knock Pikachu with her right fore leg, Pikachu dodged and ended up right behind his opponent and tackled her from behind. The technique looked cooler rather than cute but either way, it impressed the audience and the judges as well as giving Pikachu the upper hand, allowing him to use ‘Thunder Wave.’ Out of his two rosy red cheeks charged blue sparks, eventually sending a wave of sparks into Delcatty which stunned her for at least thirty seconds, passing much of the time of the battle as Pikachu celebrated, showboating and chanted “Pi Ka” over and over, winning over more points until the beep finally sounded. The judges ruling in favour of Pikachu obviously.

Micky realised this wouldn’t be too tough. The first contest battle he had to win and earn points, though this time all he needed to do was win the fight, and with a new strong Pokemon like what trip’s Pokedex referred to as ‘Rapidash’ Micky figured this would be easy going. During the second battle, Micky paid practically no attention to the second battle, busy checking out her moves on Trip’s muted Pokedex.

Ember, Flame Wheel, Hypnosis, Horn Attack, Take Down, Rest, Tackle, Solarbeam

Micky smirked as he saw Solarbeam listed, the Pokedex reader her mind and deciding that the move she had learned was good enough to classify as Solarbeam. The battle seemed to be pretty good, bringing ‘Os’ and ‘Ahs’ from the crowd, but Micky had no care, he was focused on his next battle. The winner was eventually an owner of a Combusken, the same kind of Pokemon that Flannery had used as her final choice that got his *** kicked by Micky’s Nincada. His next battle was against a Poochyena, a Pokemon Shane used in Micky’s first ever battle, and just like then, Micky was confident Strider would make it two for two in her streak against Poochyenas.

Micky walked onto the main stage with pure confidence, Strider in her new form by his side with just as much. He couldn’t believe it, but he was getting hugely passionate about Contests. He never looked at them like he did now. At first, back at Lilycove, he’d watch all these obsessive trainers walking in, all covered in make up and their Pokemon all changed to look the role, and it was impressive and dazzling, but it all looked so phoney. The battles were about appearance, not about winning, and that’s what turned him away. But now, now he was very into it all and all prepared. He had to impress the judges but he figured by making his opponent Poochyena look bad. All the Pokemon were still intimidated by this new Pokemon ‘Rapidash.’ Poochyena was shaking as he made his way onto the main stage but was reassured by his trainer who stood his ground, not letting a sign of fear show through his cold stare.

The beep sounded and Micky ordered Strider to lead with an ember. The three fire balls missed their target, the Poochyena dodging but this wasn’t going to break Micky’s confidence in any way. “Nice try, Flame Wheel now!” Micky ordered. Strider moved herself into a standing position of intimidation, as her body stood on her back legs two balls of fire emitted from her two front ankles, leaving trails of burnt wood as the rolled forward and hit Poochyena in the side before galloping horn first at the poor dog, sending him flying off the stage before his trainer even got to give one order.

The crowd didn’t take to kindly to this performance, too vicious for the performance someone in a ‘Cute’ Contest was giving. Micky gave the birdie to the crowd, his middle finger stuck right up and that was it. The judge wasn’t having any of this kind of behaviour from a competitor in a contest. He signalled for the beep to emit earlier than normal and announced Micky’s disqualification, his behaviour to the crowd to unprofessional. Micky gave the middle finger to the judge and with a smirk on his face the security appeared. “I’ll make my own way out” Micky spat at them, nudging his head to Strider to make them back away. The security officers were always prepared for something like this, releasing Pokeballs from their belt. Out of Each Pokeball came the four armed muscular being ‘Machamp.’ Micky had encountered one in Koga’s possession, those these one’s he had no intention of befriending. Seeing the odds were uneven, Micky grabbed a Pokeball from his side, releasing the already enraged Scy. The six Machamps backed away immediately. Just like Cleopatra, Scy could set a thousand ships, probably never to return out of fear of him and he sure as **** could make four Machamps back away. “Exactly” Micky spat to the security guards. “Now are you gonna let me make my own way out or not?” Micky asked sarcastically and rhetorically. The guards and their Machamps split into two sides and Micky made his way towards the door, the fans booing him as he did. Strider led him to the door whilst Scy hissed from behind.

Purity and Trip had no idea what to do. On one hand there was Micky with Scy and Strider by his side quite capable of anything at the time but on the other hand Karen needed their support. Purity looked to Karen and in Karen’s eyes she could tell she was saying ‘go stop him before he does something stupid.’ She tapped Trip on the shoulder and he knew what decision she had made and Kneazy by his side, headed for the entrance of the Contest Hall. She burst out to find Micky sitting on the steps of the Contest Halls entrance, his Pokemon withdrawn to the confides of their Pokeballs that sat on his belt. Purity was the first to make her way to Micky, leading with “You gonna be ok?” as her first words.

Micky let out a small ‘humph’ of breath before saying “never again.”

“Never again what?” she asked.

“Am I ever entering a contest, homo-sexual **** heads” he spat in distain of the crowd.

She laughed a little bit before saying “You’re probably banned from ever entering another Contest Hall now.”

“Oh well” he laughed. “Wonder how Karen’s doing?” he said.

“Guess we’ll have to wait and find out” Trip interrupted, his first words to Micky since he began the contest.

It took about ten minutes for Karen to come out, head down in shame. “I got second” she huffed, disappointed at the fact she hadn’t won.

“That’s still good” Purity said, hugging her friend by the side. The little electric rodent was by her side, just as disappointed with a silver medal around his neck, the string of the medal coloured brown, the traditional colour of Rustboro.

“Yeah, you done better than me” Micky laughed.

“What the **** was up with that by the way?” she asked.

“They booed me, I birdied them, simple” Micky laughed.

“You see the way those security guards reacted?” she asked, laughing her head off at their cowardice.

“Yeah” he laughed with her. “Scy, the Pokemon that can wet a thousand pants” he laughed, the intimidating power of his murderous Pokemon.

They calmed down a bit, still laughing about the happening of the contests at Marty’s food stand. He loved the idea of what happened, Scy’s intimidation power, Micky’s one finger salute to everyone and the fact that Karen came second, her efforts paying off nicely, though not as nicely as she would have wished. The thing that bugged Micky the most was he entered because of Purity’s manipulation, although it was for good, Micky had a laugh and most importantly, he gained a valuable improvement to his first Pokemon. He knew considering the way the day had started it was turning out rather brightly and on that thought he began to eat his lunch.

‘Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have. Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back’ - Easier to Run, Linkin Park

Well, a somewhat surprising Chapter even for me. Initially I was expecting to get the contest and a gym battle in *and evolve Scy* but when I got to the 5th page I jus thought ‘this won’t work.’ In basics, an odd chapter and way too long for my liking but i had to finish the contest no matter how long it took. Somewhat depressive lyrics at the end but they were the best suited as far as I could think *the 1st in ages not with Metallica in it, OMG the world is ending again :p* Anyhow, the previous chapter was hard to follow up so this was the best I could do. On another note, I injured my hand punching the wall, I don’t think it’s that serious, I have broken one of the knuckles but I can still type ok-ish, so it won’t effect how quick I pour the chapters out which is what YOU the reader care about.

Onimusha June 29th, 2004 12:28 PM

Chap 24, Part 1 of 2
 
Chapter 24: Re-Match in Rustboro

‘Somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of something I can never be’ - A.D.I.D.A.S, KoRn.

Trip, Micky, Karen and Purity wondered through the Rustboro Shopping Mall. It was nothing compared to Lilycove’s, still huge though. Four levels of all sorts of stores, ranging from clothes stores, take away restaurants but most importantly to Micky, Pokemon Stores. Before they’d even been walking for a minute, Micky had already ran off, a large red and white sign saying ‘PokeMasters’ Micky dashed off, trainer card in hand ready to spend as much as it took to get him fully loaded with Pokemon related items. Purity pushed Trip in the back and he knew she was ordering him to go with him and make sure he didn’t do something stupid like buy a Magikarp, which many unsuspecting trainers have done in the past, including herself, except it was a Feebas she bought. However, like she said, the ugliest and most useless of Pokemon can become the greatest.

The moment Micky stepped through the doors he was bewildered by all sorts of useful items. Micky jumped up to take a look at the signs. There were ten aisles. The first sign to catch Micky’s attention was ‘Pokemon Pleasers.’ What it was exactly was a mystery to Micky, but he was about to find out. He started to make his way in between the shelves. A few people were crowding the aisle, looking at the shelves. There was one big box of ‘Poke block Cases’ next to ‘Berry Blenders.’ On the opposite shelf were ‘Massage Cases’ and ‘Massage Oils.’ Everything in this section seemed to expensive, some of the ‘Massage Oils’ costing one thousand dollars. Micky shook his head in disappointment, not intending to spend all his money on something so simple.

Trip popped up behind him asking “Found anything good?” Micky shook his head as a reply wandering out of the ‘Pokemon Pleasers’ aisle and into the ‘Pokeballs’ aisle. He wasn’t sure why he bothered to. He was already set for Pokeballs, still having two more in his bag alongside his Golden ‘Premier’ Ball that he’d won a while ago in this city, still, there were some interesting Pokeballs here along side the normal red and white orbs. The normal Pokeballs cost one hundred dollars a piece or four hundred and fifty for a pack of six, however there were other options. Micky looked around at the many choices. A ‘Great Ball’ as it was called. The semi-sphere at the bottom was white just like any other Pokeball however the upper semi-sphere was blue, however, one halo stuck out on the upper semi-sphere, blood red in colour, probably some form of a grip, selling for three hundred dollars and not looking interesting enough for Micky to buy, although they did attract Trip’s attention, taking three of these Pokeballs and purchasing them at the counter whilst Micky looked around some more.

Micky’s attention eventually became fixated on something. In front of him, encased in glass boxes and selling for about one thousand dollars a piece were ‘Evolution Stones.’ He read their description on the label beneath.

Evolution Stones, essential for the evolution of certain Pokemon. By simply coming into contact with an evolution stone, certain Pokemon can evolve into better forms and these are the only way to evolve them.

Seemed simple enough, but which ones to get was what Micky was wondering. Their were six in front of him, all beautiful stones and all probably capable of serving a purpose. The first was the ‘Fire Stone.’ Encased inside it’s glass box, shaped smoothly. Much of it’s shape was a see-through amber-like solid. Like the mosquito found trapped in amber, this stone had red flame shape within itself. Next to it, also encased inside a glass box was the ‘Leaf Stone.’ It was a grassy green rock with a dark green leaf engraved on it’s surface. Next to this one was the ‘Thunder Stone.’ Another smooth amber-like rock, only this one was green in colour and much like the ‘Fire Stone’ it held a symbol within, this one a lightning bolt. The beside that was a ‘Water Stone.’ Another see-through smooth rock, ocean blue in colour with water droplet symbols of sea blue within it’s centre. They all seemed like attractive items but which to have bothered Micky. He eventually caved into his greed and grabbed one of each despite the cost. Trip hadn’t served his purpose in coming with Micky to the shop, Micky grabbing items which he didn’t even know how to use and in his naivety, believed they would be of immediate use to him.

He approached the counter, the four glass boxes being carried one atop the other in Micky’s arms delicately. “Whoa” the man at the till exclaimed, amazed at how much this kid was buying. “That’s a lot of stuff” he continued.

“Well, they all looked so tempting” Micky said, almost like he was trying to explain a crime.

“Well, that will be four thousand please” the man at the till said to Micky. Micky handed over his trainer card but before swiping it through his machine, he had to ask Micky one more thing. “Would you care to purchase the rare and elusive Sun and Moon Stones?” he asked, using words that made them sound well worth Micky while.

“I didn’t see them on the shelves” Micky said, feeling like he had missed something.

“We keep them in the safe out back” he said.

“How much for?” Micky asked, eager to purchase them as well, thinking these stones would be able to evolve all his Pokemon to more powerful forms.

“They normal sell for about five thousand a piece” he replied.

“Oh” Micky said, disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to obtain these ‘elusive’ stones.

“However” he continued, feeling that the amount this kid was buying a cut in the price was perfectly acceptable. “Since you have been spending so much, I think I can give you a discount” he said, Micky’s face turning from a frown to a smile. “I’ll sell them both to you for six thousand” he said.

Micky couldn’t resist, an over all save of four thousand dollars. “Ok” Micky replied with a huge smile. “I’ll take them.” The man disappeared, returning in a mute with two golden boxes, opening them to show Micky the two expensive stones. The ‘Moon Stone’ wasn’t smooth at all, shaped like a rough oval or an odd shaped potato. It’s colour was a silver grey, looking mysterious and attractive. The other, the ‘Sun Stone’, was shaped like the sun, an orange and golden brown in colour. The centre was twirled like it were a fossil whilst the outside was golden brown with flaky flames like the sun.

“Be very careful with them, they are very valuable and very sensitive” he said, almost as if he would spit on the other stones when he saw those two. He swiped Micky’s card and when it was returned he could feel it was ten grand lighter, slightly below fifteen grand left on there. Still, he was pleased with his purchases and received a free ‘PokeMasters’ backpack with his purchase to place his stones in. He had them removed from their boxes and wrapped in protective foil before leaving, Trip asking him what he had bought when he returned from the shelves, a shocked expression on his face when he found out how much Micky had spent. They had to call Purity’s phone from Trip’s Pokenav before they could find them, searching up and down the lower two levels before finding out they were in the clothes store at the top level.

Micky had the new backpack slung over his left shoulder, the stones weighing more than they’re cost, Micky having to put a lot of effort into staying standing. They made their way through the crowd and into the store known as ‘The Gap’, searching high and low for Purity and Karen, eventually Micky sensing Chu-Toy’s presence that they found their way, Karen admiring shirt and Purity checking out some swimsuits which Micky knew she would definitely look hot in. Micky was greeted by Pikachu barking ‘Pika’ at him with the purpose of annoyance. Purity held the bikini top in front of her chest and asked “What you think?” to Micky which was a pretty pointless, even she knew full well he’d say ‘looks great’ even if he didn’t think that just because it was polite to say so.

“What did you buy?” Karen asked, putting down the top deciding it was out of her price range.

“Evolution Stones” Micky stated with a smirk on his face.

Purity’s eyes opened wide in surprise. She knew how expensive those were and she was shocked someone as new to Pokemon as Micky would want to buy something which he probably had no idea how to use. “Which one’s did you buy?” she asked.

“Um, what were they called again?” Micky asked, already forgetting there very basic names.

“Just show them to us” Karen interrupted. Micky slung his backpack to the floor slowly and undone it, pulling out the evolution stones one by one to show to his friends. He unwrapped them one by one, Fire Stone first and Sun Stone last. Pikachu approached them out of curiosity, sniffing each of them and he immediately triggered the thunder stone. Both the Thunder stone and Pikachu began to glow and Micky dreaded to accept what was just about to happen. Pikachu’s shape started to change in the blinding light. His body grew to double his original height, so still only two feet tall and way below Micky’s height. His body grew more a lot wider though, a lot more fat forming on him. His tail went from a short thunderbolt to a long string-like mouse tail, tipped at the end with a small Z-like lightning bolt.

The blinding white light finally stopped and Karen stared in shock at the change her cute Pikachu had taken. His fur had completely changed, now a tanned orange with a white stomach. He still had short arms, tipped at their ends with dark brown boxing glove-like fists. His back was still marked, three tiger stripes of dark brown above his long, thin dark brown mouse tail that was tipped with a yellow lightning bolt. His feet were tiny compared to his body, tanned yellow like the rest of his fur but tipped at the toes with dark brown fur. He still lacked a neck, just a slight curve change as his face began, still having the same face shape aside from the new tanned brown colour and yellow circles around his cheeks where there used to be rosy red. His ears were hugely different, curled as they stuck to his head, tipped at their tops, dark brown on the outside, electric yellow on the inside.

Chu-Toy looked at his new body in surprise, looking under each tiny arm and looking to his toes before trying to look at his back, failing to see it all properly, although he saw his new tail and admired it very much. “Pikachu?” Karen said, still shocked at the change. Micky looked at the Thunder Stone. It was still like green amber, however, the thunder symbol that once lay inside it was no longer there, just an abyss of see-through green.

“That bastard broke my Thunder Stone” Micky spat in anger, still a little shocked. “You asshole, that cost a grand” Micky spat again. Chu-Toy could sense Micky was about to charge after him and he already began running. Micky leapt to his feet and began to charge after him. It was a difficult chase, Chu-Toy being half Micky’s size and able to dive through the people in the aisles whilst Micky had to push and shove. The new Chu-Toy dove through a clothes rack, gaining a five metre or so distance from Micky whilst he tried to transverse the aisles and clothes racks to get closer to the larger rodent, however he got him cornered by the dressing rooms. He was still the same idiotic rodent and walked into the dressing rooms and was trapped by Micky. Micky started to make his way to the dressing rooms and Chu-Toy realising he was trapped, locked himself in one of the seven private dressing rooms. Micky stormed into the dressing room, looking around seeing no sign of Chu-Toy and he knew he was hiding in one of those rooms.

Micky walked to the nearest one, pulling it open swiftly and finding it empty. The way he moved, it was almost like he was a horror movie killer stalking the final victim. He opened the second room, another one empty. Chu-Toy was all huddled up, feeling like he was gonna wet himself in suspense and fear. It wasn’t his fault that he evolved, it was an accident and he didn’t want to evolve and now he’d be lucky to live to the next day, Micky hunting him with all the fury in the world and little Chu-Toy only able to release weak electric jolts on him which wouldn’t stop him from beating the **** out of him. Micky dragged open the third door and he was met with a shock.

“What you doing asshole?” a women screamed at him, throwing a high-heeled shoe at his chest to get him to get away. She looked somewhat familiar to Micky but the way she was screaming at him he had no time to put his finger on who she was. She slammed the door shut as Micky backed away, his mindset totally off of the new Chu-Toy.

“I’m sorry” Micky shouted looking upwards, trying to get his words to go over the door.

“What the **** were you doing perv?” she shouted back at him enraged by his actions.

“There’s an evolved Pikachu that I’m chasing after” Micky shouted back to her.

“Well he’s not in here” she replied. “And it’s called a Raichu” she said. Chu-Toy over heard this and realised that was what he’d be referred to now, no longer ‘cute little Pikachu’ but ‘big bad Raichu’ he thought to himself.

“Well, he stole my stone and I’m mad at him” Micky shouted. “Sorry to intrude on your privacy” he said, real heart in his apology.

Micky saw a security officer making his way into the dressing rooms and he realised that this wasn’t going to have a pretty ending. “Is everything ok in here?” he asked in a stern tough voice.

“Yes officer, everything is fine” Micky replied in a hope to make him leave.

“I wasn’t asking you. Ma’am, is everything ok?” he asked, shouting at the door. The door slowly opened and the lady who was inside made her way out.

“Yes everything is fine officer” she said. “Thank you for your concern” she replied, speaking in a very posh voice and entirely coherently to make it seem like nothing had happened. As much as she didn’t like the situation, she didn’t want to see some boy getting dragged off to a police station for something that was clearly an accident and felt no need for that to happen.

“Ok ma’am” the officer replied. “But I’m watching you” he growled, pointing his finger at Micky sternly.

When the officer had left Micky said “Yo didn’t have to do that” appreciatively.

“I’m a forgiving person” the women replied.

Micky started to recognise her. Her hair was done up in two bunches and tied with pink ribbons that went nicely with her black hair and her face was pretty, still youthful and looking like someone in her early twenties. “Wait” Micky said. “You’re Roxanne aren’t you?” Micky said, finally, remembering who she was, the first trainer to beat him.

“Yeah” she giggled, almost like nothing had happened before, Micky lucky that she almost entirely dressed when he saw her otherwise she would have made a much bigger deal out of the matter.

“I’ve been meaning to sign up for another gym battle. You beat me before” Micky said. “I’m Micky Hardy” he said, shaking her hand.

“Oh yeah, you’re friend, um…” she thought.

“Purity” Micky interrupted.

“Yeah, she came by, I’m ‘spose to call her when i see you, she’s worried about you” she said.

“I know, already met up with her, she’s somewhere in this store” Micky replied.

“Oh, good” she replied.

“Let me guess, you want to ask for a battle?” she asked, guessing they were Micky’s intentions, in returning to Rustboro.

“If you wouldn’t mind” Micky said with a hopeful look in his eye. “I improved a lot since we last met, I have two badges now” he said, hoping somehow his improvement would encourage her to battle him.

“Well done” she giggled, clearly not giving a **** how much he’d improved.

“So, when can I battle you?” Micky asked, hoping it was some time soon.

“If you come by the gym later on you can find out, I dunno these things off by heart” she said. “Good luck with your training and probably see you later” she said, carrying a bag with some clothes inside it away.

As she left, Micky rose to his feet, his door to door search over and he was now going to simply ask where Chu-Toy was. “Ok Rodent” Micky shouted. “Come out, I aint gonna hurt you” Micky said, sincerity in his voice.

Onimusha June 29th, 2004 12:29 PM

part 2 of 2
 
Eventually, the newly evolved ‘Raichu’ finally made his way out of the door, apology and a sad expression on his face. Micky huffed and muttered “Come on” before leading the large rodent out of the dressing room. It took the ma while to find Karen and the rest of the group, all of them, especially Karen, frantically searching for the two of them before Micky unleashed his anger on the Rodent. Karen hugged her new rodent has he went running to his trainer for comfort after the shock of change. “One grand down” he muttered to Trip in distain, taking his bag of stones back from him.

****

It was a very expensive day for the group of them. Purity bought some new clothes as well as Karen, Trip done pretty much nothing except say “Ooh, look at that” and “I could really use something like that.” Micky was grumpy the entire time, still annoyed about spending a grand on a stone that evolved the most annoying thing in his life, though he was thankful that Roxanne was very forgiving and he could probably get another shot at the Stone Badge. Micky insisted on them going to Rustboro Gym, intent on beating Roxanne. The group seemed fine with it, the new ‘Raichu’ not having the guts to argue with someone who he’d just screwed out of a grand.

It wasn’t crowded at all, not a single person inside the gym, not even a receptionist. With nothing else to do the group made their way into the gym battle arena. Micky had his Pokemon belt at the ready, memorising where his newly evolved Strider was, defiantly his first choice Pokemon if he could get a battle now. Roxanne was there, surrounded by Pokemon, all of them looking to be of the rock-type. He recognised most of them. The two armed boulder ‘Geodude’ that kicked his *** last time he battled, the evolution of Geodude known as ‘Graveler’ and the evolution of Graveler known as ‘Golem.’ There was also a Pokemon he didn’t recognise, standing at about seven feet tall was a Pokemon new to Micky. It was a giant stone statue, standing on two rock legs that looked like the wooden legs you’d find on old sailors. His entire body was smooth and sea blue, almost like he was carved like a relic and painted by an artist. His eyes were practically invisible, two indents in his rocky form that were two black eyes, the sort of colour you’d find on someone who’d been in a very vicious fight. The one feature that stood out on this creature was his nose. A giant pink-red colour, shaped like a human nose but much bigger, at least three times bigger than a human nose, although aside from the legs at the bottom of this creature he looked like one giant face, aside from two tiny arms that rolled at the side of his head.

“Um, you told me to come by if I wanted to battle” Micky shouted, drawing Roxanne’s attention.

“Oh, yeah…um, sorry about there being no receptionist, she’s busy with her parents, they are injured” she said grudgingly.

“Take it there’s no battles today then?” Micky said in a disappointed voice.

Roxanne thought for a moment, mostly seeing Micky’s disappointment and yet the same determination to be the best that she had around his age. She couldn’t resist saying “Well, I could do a short one on one battle now if you wanted.”

“Are you serious?” Micky asked, his face lighting up with joy.

“Yeah” she said. “Assuming your ready” she continued.

“Who would referee?” Micky asked.

“I think one of your friends could count to ten” she replied.

Micky looked at them and couldn’t resist saying “I don’t think any of them can count to five, let alone ten.”

Raichu giggled and Purity also seemed to find it funny, though Trip didn’t seem to like it and took offence saying “I’ll ref it!”

“Well great, take a spot over there” Roxanne said, pointing Micky to the challengers position, a least one hundred metres away from Roxanne’s spot. Micky had Strider’s ball in his grip, just dying for Trip to say the word ‘Begin.’

“Are you ready?” Roxanne shouted across to Micky.

“Yeah!” he shouted back, Pokeball now in his hand and waiting to be released to the floor.

“Challenger, are you ready?” Trip asked, acting like a professional referee. Micky nodded in reply and he turned to Roxanne. “Gym Leader, are you ready?” he asked.

“You bet” she replied.

“Begin!” he shouted loudly. Immediately, Micky threw his Pokeball forward, out of the red blur formed his freshly evolved Strider. Roxanne pointed her finger to Geodude, feeling despite Micky’s advancement from being a newbie trainer that he was still no match for her Geodude. The double armed boulder curled herself into a ball and rolled forward like a soccer ball kicked by a professional, moving swiftly for a rock. Strider showed no sign of being impressed by this, hissing at the rock as she awaited an order.

“Solarbeam!” was Micky’s first order, knowing this move would tear a hole through the rock if it hit.

Roxanne laughed and ordered “Rock Throw!”

Micky didn’t know why she laughed until he saw why. Strider’s horn started to glow as she took in as much sunlight as she could, but when she fired the beam it was barely visible, looking like a string of green light that barely tapped Geodude. “There’s not enough light in here” Purity shouted as an explanation. Geodude retaliated with her order, smashing her muscular rock fist to the ground to send rocks into the air before slamming them towards her foe. The first rock Strider dodged however the second one hit her in the left fore leg as she tried to avoid it. She fell to the ground and became a sitting duck for the third and forth rocks.

Geodude looked towards her trainer for another order. Roxanne gave her what she wanted and ordered “Magnitude.”

“Ember” Micky cried to his Rapidash, trying to encourage her Pokemon to fight on. The fire-horse kicked the rocks off of her, not willing to go down yet. She rose to her feet just as Geodude executed her move, throwing herself at least six feet into the air and slamming hard into the ground in a ball shape. The ground shook as the battlefield cracked from Geodude towards Strider. She dove out of the way as the ground where she once was exploded in a spectacle of broken rocks. She done what she was ordered, spraying three fire balls at once at her foe that look so small compared to her. Geodude took the hit like it were a pat on the back, not even clenching her eyes shut as the fire balls exploded on her face.

“It’s not very effective on rock types” Purity shouted to Micky as advice.

“****e!” Micky shouted back. “Um, Double Kick!” Micky ordered, thinking quickly back to her Pokedex moves. Strider ran towards Geodude, only twenty or so metres in distance between them when she was caught totally off guard. Without an order, Geodude leapt off of the ground using her tremendous arm strength and grabbed Strider by the neck, dragging her to the floor in a painful hold. Her entire weight kept the fire-horse on the floor, choking the life out of her as her arms wrapped tightly around her throat, her rock-like body scraping along Strider’s fiery neck. Despite the heat that Strider’s flaming mane gave off, Geodude held her position, inflicting way more pain on her foe than she was receiving. Strider tried to roar in pain but was cut off by the hold tightening. “Strider, roll out of it” Micky ordered desperately. She wasn’t escaping that Submission hold with ease.

“Just give it up, she aint gonna escape” Roxanne shouted at Micky.

“Strider, get to your feet with Geodude around your neck” Micky ordered. Strider looked at Micky like he was insane as she put herself in more pain looking her trainer in his eyes. But she could see he had a plan and started to do what he said, despite the huge weight bringing her neck down. In pain, the unicorn made it to her feet and awaited an order, praying it would be quick. “Now, kick Geodude with your legs” Micky ordered, seeing Geodude hanging just in front of her two forelegs. Strider down as she was told, kicking twice with her right hoof first before following it up with a kick from her left. Geodude was clearly showing pain from this attack which struck Micky as odd, figuring that rocks would be tough enough to endure this kind of damage, however, Geodude was starting to show signs of give. Her grip around Strider’s neck slowly dropping with each kick until she finally began to fall, getting caught by Strider’s right fore foot and sent flying over the battlefield and landing almost into Roxanne, only a metre or two away from her. It was the most amazing kick Micky had ever seen and Strider wasn’t done, running in Geodude’s direction to continue the punishment.

“Horn Attack!” Micky shouted to Strider. As she ran she ducked her head down, her horn shining a blinding white like the light during her evolution. She sped to Geodude so fast and Micky was nerved with anticipation, dying to see how much damage this would do to his foe. Geodude lay there, looking directly at Strider before shocking Everyone in the room. She slammed her fist down to the ground hard. Crack lines formed in a rugged line as the went towards Strider. The attack was aimed a little off target but Geodude managed to trip her as she went falling neck first to the ground, a circle of the battlefield exploding behind her as chunks of rock fell everywhere, Micky recognising this attack as ‘Earthquake’, and a powerful one at that. Strider lay writhing on the floor, a huge piece of the battlefield holding her down.

Trip proceeded with the count, both Micky and Roxanne looking shocked at Geodude’s attack. Micky was already running around the battlefield, trying to reach Strider, shouting stuff like “Get up!” to his Pokemon in desperation, seeing the tables turning on him. Trip had reached a count of seven by the time Micky had made it near to Strider, running like an Olympic athlete, powered by desperation. Strider was barely able to blink, the fall when she tripped taking a lot of strength out of her and the impact from the chunk of battlefield crashing on her had put her out of action for the rest of the battle as Trip finally counted off to ten. Upon hearing ten, Micky leapt onto the broken battlefield, trying to help Strider, getting at the rock in an attempt to move it. Geodude, being a professional Pokemon helped Micky and her opponent out, dragging herself over to Strider and lifting the rock off of Strider, despite it being at least eight times larger than her. She easily threw it to her side on Micky’s behalf giving Micky the chance to help his Pokemon up. Grudgingly, Micky withdrew Strider to her Pokeball, dropping his head to the dusty floor in disappointment.

“Don’t worry” Roxanne said to Micky. “You’ll find about one in five hundred trainers actually beat gym leaders, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of” she said, patting Micky on his back. Micky shook his head with gritted teeth feeling like a total failure. He eventually rose to his feet and looked at Roxanne as if to say ‘I just don’t get it.’ He got to his feet, shaking her hand as he went in an attempt to look professional.

Micky exited the gym, his three companions and Raichu following behind him as he went towards the Rustboro Pokemon Centre. Purity was trying to convince Micky that it wasn’t that bad but Micky wasn’t listening to anything she said, disappointment draining the blood from his face so that all you could see was the paleness of his mind. Micky dropped off Strider’s Pokeball in the Pokemon Centre, not saying any more than “Ok.” His Pokemon looked to have pretty serious injuries, the nurse replying that it would be at least eight days until he could retrieve Strider back at full form. The day suddenly started to drop downhill for him, the moment Geodude released his final attack signifying the vertical drop of his happiness. Micky was crushed, he really thought he was a good enough trainer to defeat Roxanne but he clearly wasn’t, making costly mistakes throughout the match that no good trainer would make, from not realising the lack of sunlight for his Pokemon’s Solarbeam to ordering a fire attack on a rock type Pokemon, totally unprofessional and senseless, even desperate in it’s own way. Trip was no longer mocking and vengeful, he didn’t take Micky’s cocky insult at the beginning of the match to well but it would be going too far to mock Micky in the state he was in. The only person disappointed in his performance was himself but he didn’t see that, even Roxanne was impressed with the battle, he began with more than an experience disadvantage, Strider the fire type being hugely weak to Geodude the rock type, not to mention the fact that this was Strider’s second battle of the day and her first battle in her new unicorn body.

“Micky, snap out of it!” Karen shouted at him, snapping her fingers in front of his face. He stopped in his stride and growled an evil glare into her face. She froze in her tracks, seeing he was in no mood for orders, even if they were for his own good.

“I need some time on my own, I’ll see you back at the house later on” Micky spat, frown all over his face and a soulless look in his eyes that froze the hearts of anyone who looked into them. He wandered off alone away from the group, Trip wanting to chase him but stopped by Purity, knowing that in a mood like this only bad could come of company.

****

Micky had wondered through Rustboro for an hour, bumping shoulder first into anyone who got into his way, his mind elsewhere and his body like a zombie, no mind or soul, simply trying to escape. He’d reached the northern mountains of Rustboro, finally finding his mind. Up there in the mountains was where his soul was, his body at first glance of it proceeding to climb up the steep cliff face to the mountain above. His flesh tore on sharp rocks as his body grabbed at any kind of grip it could find, the blood that was spilt merely grip in his mindless body. He was in a world of his own, and this was where he was most vulnerable. Micky’s mind and soul were like a ghost of himself, gazing over at the peaceful ocean that lay west of the northern Rustboro mountains, the water route that led to the Kanto Region. Micky’s body finally made it up the mountain, clambering towards it’s see-through white image of itself. Slowly, he walked into place and let his body redefine who controlled it. Micky fell to the floor as both soul and body connected, rising up to find his hands coated in a thick layer of blood and his body tattered and torn. His trail of thought was gone, whatever he’d been thinking as his body wandered through Rustboro remained a mystery and what his soul had thought was just the same.

Micky started to wipe his hands on his shirt, staining his white fishnet shirt with red hand prints. “You should be more careful” a dark voice hissed. Micky shot around immediately, his focus drawn to the mysterious voice, but the identity of the speaker no longer remained mystery. Micky recognised him immediately, even in new attire.

“You bastard!” Micky spat aggressively. Standing before him, still almost seven feet in height, hidden in a silver hockey mask and a huge black cloak was his nightmare. The one who came of Micky at night, day, sleep and wake for reasons that had yet to unfold before Micky. “Why the **** are you here” Micky growled, Scy’s Pokeball firmly gripped in his hand, ready to yank from his belt and throw to the floor.

“You should know my friend” he hissed back.

“I am not your friend” Micky spat, almost ready to cry from locking up his anger inside, his body begging him to release every ounce of hate onto this person.

“That has yet to be seen” he laughed like a maniac.

Micky had had enough. He threw Scy’s Pokeball to the ground and in an explosion of red light formed the giant mantis. “Scy, Slash him!” Micky ordered, pointing his finger directly at the cloaked man. Scy looked in the direction Micky’s finger pointed then looked back at Micky as if to say ‘Is this some kind of joke?’ “Scy!” Micky shouted again, wondering why his Pokemon hadn’t accepted his order.

The cloaked person rose his left hand and tapped Scy’s Pokeball on Scy’s head, withdrawing Micky’s Pokemon. “He can’t see me, in fact, no one can, I’m all in your head” he laughed.

“Bu-Bu” Micky stuttered, trying to say ‘But you smashed my head open.’

“But I cracked your head open” he said. “No no, you cracked your head open, I just controlled what you saw, felt and done” he muttered, explaining some of what happened.

“But, there was someone else” Micky said, actually having a real conversation with something that said he was all in Micky’s mind.

“Ah of course. The one and only Necromancer and his psychic companion, the powerful ghost, Poltergeist” he laughed, speaking of them like they were gods. “Yes, the one and only saw me, his mind twisted enough to see me.”

“So why the **** you do this huh?” Micky asked in anger.

“Why do I do what?” he replied, obviously understanding the question.

“Why have you been attacking me since I met Purity. Why? First you save me from Scy, then you attack me in my sleep, then you attack me in my consciousness, it doesn’t make sense” Micky shouted, almost about to burst into tears of frustration.

He laughed, loving to see all this hate cause Micky to suffer, not a single shred of pity shown for the boy.

‘Not only do I not know the answer, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE QUESTION IS!’ - My World, Metallica.

Well, a confusing chapter, officially going to make this 1 day span over 3 chapters. Another evolution, another battle and another visit from big bad Rage. A somewhat enjoyable chapter to write. This broken hand if anything has improved my writing, giving me more determination.

Onimusha July 1st, 2004 5:01 PM

Chapter 25: The World Shaken Again.

‘Realized I can never win, Sometimes I feel like I have failed, Inside where do I begin, My mind is laughing at me’ - Did My Time, KoRn.

“Do ya think Micky is ok?” Purity asked in a worried tone. They had all returned immediately, not wanting to miss Micky at all.

“Come on, he has a Scyther with him and a Rapidash, he won’t have any problems, I’m worried about the people he runs into” Trip replied, not worried at all about Micky’s condition.

“I suppose you’re right” she giggled, picturing Micky and Scyther beating the **** out of every police officer in Rustboro.

“Seriously, just watch the television” Trip said, watching the World Pokemon Federation, looking forward to the Pokemon International One Hundred, quite possibly the biggest Pokemon trainer event ever, and he had one year to prepare. His entry form was already entered along with hundreds of other trainers, Purity still had two more badges to obtain and a year to do that. The Knuckle Badge of Dewford Island Gym and the Mind Badge of Mossdeep City Gym. She also had high hopes that Micky could get all this done as well, but she wasn’t positive that Micky could even obtain all eight badges, let alone prepare himself for the kind of battles they hold at events of this nature, the slightest slip up would get exposed and broken open, nothing like the battles he was used to. The only reason he could beat the current gym leaders was because they weren’t using their top teams, required to use lower level Pokemon depending on a trainers progress.

“Ok” she said, dropping down to watch the amazing battles that these top class trainers would put on.

****

Micky was still face to face with the masked man that haunted his dreams, both of them staring each other down, the masked man clearly winning, not a trace of fear in his body. He’d yet to give Micky a reason for his actions in since Micky had asked. Micky’s question remaining unanswered in the minute after he had asked. It took Micky that full minute to realise that if this masked man wasn’t real ,then he could simply walk away. “Yo dude, if you’re not real then I can just walk away” Micky said cockily, making his way towards the path leading down the hill.

“Too Too Cocky” he laughed insanely, putting his right hand out and dragging Micky through the air and in front of Micky.

“Hey, you asshole” Micky spat.

“Watch your mouth” he growled, shutting Micky’s mouth with his psychic powers.

Micky tried mumbling “Let me go **** head” but he failed to. Now he reverted to basic human self-defence instincts, kicking a guy in the nuts. The cloaked mans mental powers fell apart as he grabbed his downstairs genitalia. Micky swung his right fist into the silver mask as hard as he could. The mask cracked in five different ways from the centre of Micky’s punch, his fist going numb through pain as one of his knuckles dislocated through the force of fist on mask. He tried to moan in pain but the cloaked man retaliated, rolling his hands before releasing the palm of his hand forward towards Micky’s chest, sending him flying back, his back scraping along the rough ground, ripping through the thin netting of his fishnet shirt.

“Bad move Kid, very bad move!” the cloaked man growled at Micky, walking towards Micky, waving his hand over his face just once, mending the silver mask in the moment it was hidden from Micky’s sight. He used his left hand to lift Micky back up from the ground and put him level with him, both heads directly face to face with Micky’s feet dangling a foot over the ground. With one straight jab forward, the cloaked man slammed his fist into Micky’s stomach and let him drop knee first to the floor as he gripped his winded stomach.

Micky lay on the ground accidentally in a bowing position from where he gripped both his right hand and stomach. “Yes, Bow to me” the cloaked man growled in a sinister voice.

“**** you!” Micky spat back, punching his foe in the genitals, striking him hard again. He proceeded to grab himself in pain again but with ease he healed his pain with his hands as he punched Micky in the face, drawing blood from his mouth as he fell sideways to the ground, his neck twisting so hard that he lost all consciousness immediately. Behind the silver mask of the cloaked man he smiled, tapping Micky’s head with his foot as a way of effectively spitting on him. He walked away, diving off of the cliff face of the mountain, disappearing into the water and never surfacing.

****

Micky slowly made his way back to his feet, a little dazed and feeling pain all over his face. He tried to use his right hand to push himself up but fell back down from the shock of it. His hand hurt with each movement he made with it and he started to realise that what he thought was his imagination must have happened. His jaw felt bruised at it’s left side from the punch he’d received and his stomach and chest felt like a cane had lashed them, still leaving Micky winded. He made it to his feet with his left hand, ripping his torn fishnet shirt from his body as he gripped his hand. The knuckles of his ring and middle finger couldn’t be seen, all inward with a thick layer of bruised skin above them. He was pretty sure they were broken, barely able to move his ring and middle finger’s along his right hand. He shielded the wound behind his left arm as he found his evolution stone bag. He released Scy from his belt and told her “I need to get to Harville, think you can do it?” He nodded and Micky slowly clambered stomach first onto her, gripping her around the neck with his left arm.

Micky gripped around his neck as hard as he could as he flew at about thirty miles an hour, bouncing along the downhill path. The made their way along the outside of Rustboro, slinking passed through the forests, the branches of the trees slapping on the skin of both Micky and his Pokemon, ripping small tears into the tough scales of Scy and the soft flesh Micky. It was at least a two hour journey, Micky feeling faint with a dry throat from the dizziness, his body still trembling. Scy could feel it along his neck, down his back to the tip of his tail, it was a horrible feeling, knowing the person that he battled for was injured badly, spitting blood out of his mouth, probably having a tooth out of place from such a hard punch to his side. Micky dropped from his mantis, falling hard on his back rather than landing on his feet.

He withdrew his Pokemon and stumbled towards the door, the night already putting a purple veil over the sky with loads of stars twinkling light to the ground below as Micky knocked on Marty’s door with his left fist. He fell through the door as soon as it opened, crumbling into Trip and falling to his feet. “****!” he shouted.

“What!” Karen shouted, running to the door, screaming as she saw Micky laying there. Micky couldn’t tell how badly battered his face was, cuts and bruises all over it alongside his bleeding knuckles and shattered look that covered his face. He groaned as he heard the scream, trying to bring himself to his feet with Trip’s aid, hurting his hand further as he lifted him by his right arm. Micky was dropped onto a chair. Marty had only just left the kitchen, Purity miles ahead of him, the two of them working on dinner in the kitchen.

“What happened to him?” Purity shouted at Trip.

“I dunno, he just came in like this” he replied shrugging his shoulders.

She grabbed Micky by the chin, making him look her in the eyes. “Micky, who done this to you?” she asked.

“That guy” he mumbled.

“What guy?” she asked. Micky just looked back and in his eyes she could tell he was saying ‘the same guy who busted my head.’ “Quick!” she said in hysterics. “Call the hospital” she replied.

“There’s no point, its just my hand” Micky said, lifting his wounded hand up. “The rest is barely anything” Micky muttered, remembering the previous day and it’s results, his injuries nothing in comparison. “Just get a bandage or something” Micky mumbled, wanting to fall asleep, the fight with the cloaked man draining him of all his energy. Purity pulled his right arm to the side as Marty started to encase it with a bandage. Trip ran to get some ice and Karen tried to talk to Micky and pull him out of the parallel dimension he was slipping into, his focus elsewhere yet again.

The newly evolved Raichu snapped Micky out of it, giving him a small shock in his leg that jolted him upright in shock, slamming his hand into the arm of the chair, ready to tear Chu-Toy to pieces. The sheer force of his collision with the chair stopped him, but he couldn’t help but hiss at the rodent, kicking him to one side as he disappeared off up the stairs in pure anger. Purity wanted to follow but she knew not to, figuring if she turned up with food it might ease him into calming down, at least around her.

Marty and her finished off cooking, making a vegetable stir fry with rice. She walked up the stairs, T.V tray in hand to check on Micky. He was sitting there, looking up at the darkened sky, staring at the twinkling stars, looking like he was asking the question ‘Why me?’ Above his head danced the floating candles, their waving flames the only light on at the rooftop. Purity put the T.V tray on the ground and took a place next to Micky like she always did when she felt he needed to talk. “What?” Micky grunted in a bitter spit from his dried throat. His mind was so set on hate that his natural instincts told him to choke her until she collapsed to the floor lifeless, but he held back his sick urges with all his strength.

“I brought you some food” she whispered softly. “You must be hungry” she commented, seeing how dried his lips were.

“So what if I am?” Micky asked, not a single sign of gratitude.

“Then you should eat” she smiled, bringing the food over to him. “Come on” she said, nudging his shoulder. “It took me and Marty ages to make, the least you could do is try it.” Micky looked into those eyes and caved in with ease, her emotional blackmail so effective. Micky took a bite, adjusting to using his left hand for eating. He didn’t want to show it but he loved the food they’d made and he had no choice to but to show it. “You like it then?” Purity asked, smiling because she already knew the answer.

“It’s ok” Micky muttered, still not in the mood to be nice.

“I’ll be right back” she replied, wandering back down stairs to get her food. Micky burned a slice of cooked lettuce in their flames to feed them. Micky continued to eat, glad he only needed a folk since there was no meat to cut. Purity and Micky just ate in silence, Purity smiling as she did, knowing with each second he got calmer.

When he was finally finished she asked “Want more?” Micky nodded, still not wanting to talk unless there was no other way. She still could tell he was almost ready to talk, no longer looking as scary as a dragon, more like a small boy hiding in a tiny hole. When she returned, Micky dug into the food again, still using the food in his mouth as an excuse not to discuss the matter with his friend, despite how inevitable he knew it was.

He’d eaten at least three servings of her and Marty’s food before finally giving up on using it as an excuse not to speak, his stomach feeling like it would explode. His new excuse was “I need a bath.” Still, Purity new this was just stalling for time and she helped him remove the bandage and got him a towel, striding along confidently to the living room knowing it was only a matter of time before Micky became an open book. She was almost positive she could solve Micky’s problem, or at least help.

On the television, the image directed to the wall which gave off a blurred image of the original, there was nothing on ‘The Pokemon Channel’ in the advert breaks except adverts for the one hundredth Pokemon International. Trip’s Kneazy looking ecstatic about it, the first of these tournaments that she would have a chance of competing in. Purity had high hopes for it as well, it was the talk of every Pokemon Centre, every Pokemon Trainer and every region, the Super bowl of Pokemon training where legends are made. Karen showed no interest in it however, not interested in that style of battling, preferring her contest battling and wishing there was an event of that calibre for contest trainers, the trouble was that it was only a big thing in Hoenn, all the other regions seemed to show no interest in it.

Pokemon Championship Battling, the P.C.B was being televised, until an interruption happened. “We excuse you for interrupting your programming but we have breaking news. The Pokemon referred to as ‘Rayquaza’ who stormed Pacifidlog Town and caused havoc all over the world has been sighted by a hiker, leaving the legendary mountains north of Tri Island. He is heading towards the Johto region and mass evacuations have already begun. We shall bring you more soon” a female reported said.

“Um, should we, uh, erm” Karen said, trying to say ‘This must have interest to Micky.’

“I get the feeling he already knows” Purity said in reference to what has been happening in the passed few days.

Micky didn’t know for sure but sitting in that tub he could only hear things that he thought were just his thoughts. In his mind was “Guess what’s happening now” from the sick voice of the one he hated and the breaker of his hand.

“Your death?” Micky muttered to himself.

“Death has something to do with it” he chuckled evilly. “Maybe you should check the television!”

“Why?” Micky asked uncomfortably.

“I don’t give answers” he replied.

Micky rose out of the bath, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist and below. He ran out of the bathroom and shouted “What’s happening on television?” desperately, fearing that what Nightmare had said was in fact a lie.

Karen looked at Purity as if to say ‘How’d you know he knew?’ before saying “Rayquaza has risen again, why did you ask?” with a worried look on her face.

“****!” Micky spat with aggression and worry, knowing for sure he had some role to play now. He was worried that this role was to be one of Rayquaza’s victims. ‘Why not?’ Micky thought. ‘My mother was killed, maybe he wants to finish the rest of my family.’ He rushed up the stairs, water staining everywhere he walked as he shook his soaking head trying to convince himself that this wasn’t happening.

Purity followed behind quickly, her arm grabbed by Trip who said “give him a minute to get dressed.” He had a point, as little as Purity liked it.

The reports interrupted the battle again, this time a video one. On camera were people near the ‘Tin Tower’ of Ecruteak City, gathering there in hope that another mythical spirit would rise and protect them, the Rainbow Pokemon, seen by few but the protector of many. It was known well for the most common Legendary Pokemon to leave it’s home, last sighted twelve years ago when it shot down the helicopter of an escaping Team Cipher Leader in the Oore Region. Now they hoped to see him again as the green snake-like creature got ever closer to Ecruteak City. The people’s hopes started to rise, from the roof of the decrepit burn scarred building that was the tin tower started a rainbow. Red, Blue, Yellow, Orange, Purple, all of them, pouring out of the tin tower. Slowly, all the colours started to change. Every light that lit the worried streets of Ecruteak shut off, every television stopped, every source of power left and the city turned to dark. Now everyone’s eyes were on the changing rainbow, going from all blue, to all red, to all purple, ever changing in it’s colour. Rayquaza’s figure closed in and the black shadow became the only thing people could see in the dim. The people of Ecruteak watched as Rayquaza made circles around the twin tower, dropping ever closer to the ground before he actually game to ground level. The camera looked directly at him, the first true image of his face. He didn’t take too kindly to this and sped right at the camera as the television screen turned to static in Marty’s home, a shocked silence falling over everyone in the house for the moment that the entire world stopped in fear.

‘Is that the moon? Or just another light that lights this dead-end street? Is that you there? Or Just another demon that I meet?’ - The House that Jack Built, Metallica

Well, you’re probs gonna have a go at me for adding another legend to this fic but with the world nearing it’s end, don’t you think it’s necessary for the legends to rise? I started to lose interest in this chapter, dunno why. Anyhow, added the current event in my life, breaking my knuckle. Replaced the wall with Rage’s Silver mask and I figured Micky needs to have a thought of name for Rage so I chose Nightmare. To put it pretty simple, a rather average/below average chapter but meh, is building up to something…

Shiny May July 2nd, 2004 2:37 AM

hey micky !!
nice chaps I've told you before what I think about them and I stil feel the same and give Karen a bit more airing time !!!!!! :D I deserve better then that :D

Onimusha July 2nd, 2004 7:57 AM

:p. It's hard, you have yet to find a huge role to play, a bit liek Trip, I was kinda sent offcourse when we got rid of Mark *for being a Jackass IRL*

So far I foudn roles for most others

Marty: New father figure
Purity: Temptress, eventually hsi heartbreaker
Peter: Best mare, drops in a lot *my future artist*
Necromancer: Protector, sort of rival
Shane: Rival

With Trip he is sort of Peter's rival but Peter needs but with Karen, well, it's just contests and she has not much else to do *not exactly a temptress, more like a sister to Purity* I need to find her a proper role i nthe fic, it was hard to sldie her when her brother was kicked out.

Onimusha July 2nd, 2004 6:15 PM

Chapter 26: A Legendary Battle

‘I’m always Ready to die but you’re killing me - Metabolic, Slipknot

Micky had only dressed his legs in his red and black trousers when he stopped. He could feel it tingling all over his skin, the candles could as well, it was something not normal. The candles sensed it to, their flames going out in fear. The wind started blowing hard, almost like a helicopter were about to land in front of Micky. His wet hair zoomed behind him, the moisture sliding off of each strand, the moisture on his body soaring up his neck and face until the wind finally stopped, a dark shadow surrounded by an aurora of smoky purple gas formed in front of him, his body shaking in the chilling cold as he was wrecked by fear. He put his broken right hand out of reach as he clenched the left one, ready to take on Nightmare once more. As the figure formed, he realised he wasn’t Nightmare at all, though it wasn’t like it was someone he wanted to see anyway.

The shadow split into two, on one side, a lumpy see-through purple body formed, two alert red eyes staring into Micky’s soul, a long tongue salivating at the thought of eating it. The pointy ears sense the fear and the evil shiny white teeth showed in his smile, the veer famous Poltergeist holding his special Urn in hand stood by his master, the seven foot tall Necromancer, still dressed like a dead cowboy in his black leather trousers, black tank top, black leather trench coat and black Undertaker hat. “What the **** are you doing here?” Micky spat.

“Because you need me” he spat back, wiping his hand over his black moustache and beard standing out over his pale ghost-white skin.

“I need nothing from you” Micky replied defiantly.

“You know you do” he said back. Micky hated to admit it, but if Nightmare’s words were true he did, if he could see Nightmare and make him leave then he would be the most useful bodyguard available.

“And so what if I do?” Micky growled, locking eyes with Poltergeist for a long enough moment for his spine to be chilled as he felt the life inside him get re-arranged. Neither of the two wanted to show any sign of weakness.

“Then maybe we can catch this guy” he replied.

“What the **** are you on about?” Micky growled.

“This guy seems very keen on finding you” Necromancer started to explain. “And both me and you know he has something to do with Rayquaza.”

“So what if we do?” Micky growled aggressively.

“Then maybe we can stop Rayquaza…” he said mysteriously. Either way, Micky couldn’t argue, they owed it to the world and if Necromancer’s assumption of Nightmare had some sort of connection with Rayquaza, stopping him may stop the vicious dragon.

****

People ran screaming as Rayquaza bore blue flames to the ground and surrounding buildings. With each spray the concrete and bricks would explode, any one caught by the blast would be instantly injured if not killed, the force of the bricks like cannon fire. Within a mile radius of the Tin Tower bodies lay like it were a battle field. The rainbow had finally stopped switching colour and from the corner of his eye, the giant beats Rayquaza caught a glimpse of this, his attention immediately drawn away from the masses. Every gasped as nothing but light shined into the sky from the Tin Tower, turning the dark coated sky into an eerie twilight noon.

Slowly, from within the light wings started to rise. The wings must have been at least ten feet in length and two feet high each, the first sight of them revealing golden red thick feathers, as more of it was revealed, about halfway down each two foot high wing it changed about halfway down, thick emerald green feathers glittering in the moonlight that still shined through the artificial noon. A head started to reveal itself slowly, even Rayquaza stared in awe like the crowd. A rooster like head rose through the artificial light that he gave off. She had a long rooster red neck, just before it reached the head a ring of emerald gold wrapped around her neck beneath the thin pointed head. Her face was also rooster red with a beak of gold and a tuff of feathers upon the roof of her head, also of beautiful gold. Her two eyes were huge, diamond red in the centre, surrounded by egg white, black around the actual eye like mascara. It was a dramatic moment for Everyone watching as she finally began to leave her home, however instead of flying out, people took cover as they saw the tin tower start to glow, white beams of light shooting out from the cracks as they knew what was about to happen. The huge tower, almost like a skyscraper, exploded in multiple directions, the rocks knocking down buildings and people alike, however they also effected the floating Rayquaza, knocking him to the floor, the hardest hit he’d ever taken in his life.

People started to rise from their shields as the rocks cleared, standing up to gaze once more at the beautiful Ho-oh. At her neck her body cut off into white, rounded like a plump chicken, two big thin chicken like legs sticking out from beneath her, black in colour and sharp at the toes. She had a huge peacock like tail with golden feathers. She went to roar, opening her enormous beak to give a huge cry the could be heard worldwide before gazing eye to eye with Rayquaza.

****

“What in the **** was that?” Micky spat, rising up and uncovering his ears from the thick cry that reminded him of the screech that Rayquaza gave off.

“Ho-oh” Necromancer said.

“What?” Micky spat in confusion.

“Ho-oh has risen from the Tin Tower” he repeated but in more detail.

“Who or what is Ho-oh?” Micky asked.

“The Rainbow Pokemon” he said in a stale tone, although it beat the Pokedex’s voice. “Last seen twelve years ago in the Oore region. She has risen again to battle with Rayquaza and drive him from Ecruteak.” Micky couldn’t help but look at Poltergeist, guessing this is who he was getting the information from. The blinding light flashed from the Johto region, sending Micky covering himself again, however Necromancer and Poltergeist stood their ground. Micky was sick of Necromancer’s chilling company and flicked open the trap door that led back down the stairs.

“Are you ok?” Purity shouted, realising something stopped him from fully getting dressed.

“What’s happening at Johto?” he asked desperately, hoping that Necromancer was wrong, one legendary creature flying around was bad enough, another really wouldn’t help.

“Reports are saying Ho-oh has broke out of the tin tower and is fighting with Rayquaza in the sky.” Micky’s jaw dropped, two overly powerful creatures duelling in the sky.

“Micky?” Karen said in worry, seeing the life draining from Micky’s face. “Say something” she ordered, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“Oh god” Micky mumbled, realising Necromancer was right.

“What? What is it?” Karen asked. Marty was already getting the bandage ready as well as a pack of ice, half expecting Micky to faint. Trip really wasn’t that bothered however, sitting on the chair watching the reports.

“Necromancer’s upstairs” he groaned.

“Necromancer?” Trip said shooting up from his seat, now totally interested. He practically praised Necromancer, he was his favourite Pokemon Trainer, having style, talent and power. “The Necromancer?” he asked.

“We met him about a week ago” Purity said, seating Micky on the couch.

“Can I go…?” Trip asked.

Karen immediately cut him off saying “No!”

“Why not?” Trip asked in a whinge, wanting to see the legend in person.

“Because I said so” she said.

****

Ho-oh and Rayquaza fought in the air space of Ecruteak City, only a thousand feet or so above the ground. The people below could see flames being sprayed back and forth. Ho-oh’s flames, known as the ‘Sacred Fire’ were a powerful red, almost like they were the flames of the sun itself. Rayquaza’s flames known as ‘Dragon Breath’ were a sky blue, shimmering like sun on water. The artificial noon that Ho-oh had created was gone, it was now a twilight display of power and speed. It was impossible to tell who was doing better in the fight, not a single flame hitting either Pokemon. Rayquaza shot up higher, his speed advantage very Ho-oh very clear, however it wasn’t game over for Ho-oh yet, not even close. She shot up with her foe and continued to duel with him into the night sky, their shadows only visible in the moonlight until eventually they were no longer visible. People waited for at least half an hour before finally leaving, now determined to help the others.

****

Marty re-wrapped Micky’s hand in the bandage as he sat, trip whining to Micky about not getting to see Necromancer, Karen and Purity trying to help Micky, but right at that moment, all he wanted was to be alone. His crowded feeling was made larger by Necromancer’s presence, slowly the trap door opened and the legend himself made his way down the steps, Poltergeist floating behind him. “Oh my god!” Trip exclaimed seeing his favourite trainer in front of him. “It really is you” he said. He went to run up to him but Micky grabbed him by the leg with his left hand to stop him, knowing Necromancer wasn’t one for fans jumping up and down in front of him.

“How is he doing?” Necromancer asked.

“How did you get in here?” Marty asked, feeling his house was at risk to burglars and unwelcome intruders like Necromancer himself.

“He teleported in” Micky stated.

“Why are you here?” Purity hissed, still not forgiving Necromancer for not warning the group of the murderous ghosts.

“Because of Micky. He is my bait for catching who he calls ‘Nightmare’” he replied bluntly.

“You’re using him as bait?” Purity shouted, wanting to punch the man.

“He would have been attacked him anyway, I am simply trying to stop this ‘Nightmare’ person.”

“You’re sick” Purity spat.

“We all have opinions” he replied, approaching Micky. “How are you doing?” he said, patting Micky’s shoulder in his tough grip.

“I’m fine” Micky growled through his gritted teeth.

“Good Good” he replied.

“Where are you staying?” Marty asked, not too keen on having this man in his house.

“I’ll sleep outside” he said.

“Ok” Marty replied rudely, not offering his home to the likes of Necromancer.

“You must be feeling tired!” Micky said, more as an order of ‘**** off now’ rather than a caring thought.

“Yes, I must!” he hissed, walking towards the door. Trip didn’t want to see him go but he knew Micky wasn’t letting them two communicate. Necromancer walked out the door, much to Trip’s dismay however it was a huge relief for everyone else. Micky returned upstairs, Purity sensing now was the time to talk to him. Trip started to discuss with Karen the reasons for the group not liking Necromancer with Marty.

Upstairs, Micky started to put on a black t-shirt before sliding on his long black spider-web wristband over his taped hand. “Are you ok?” Purity asked.

“I’m being attacked by a cloaked guy and then that jackass shows up” Micky groaned. “Why would I be ok?”

“Sorry, it was a stupid question” Purity apologised, putting her left arm around his shoulder and sitting next to him. “I’m just worried about you” she sympathetically.

“I know” Micky said, leaning his head on hers. “I just dunno what to do” Micky continued.

“Well, you know I’m willing to help you with anything” she stated.

Micky smiled, feeling cared for replying with “I know.”

“You ready to tell me what happened yet?” she asked. “Or do you still want to?”

Micky huffed before saying “I guess you deserve to know” grudgingly. “I’m not sure who he is” Micky explained. “He says he’s not real when I see him, just that when I think he’s there he’s tricking me and controlling me. I’m not sure I totally believe that though” Micky said.

“Where does he fit into all this?” she asked, nudging her head towards the wilderness where Necromancer was wondering.

“According to this guy who’s attacking me, he saved me when my head was being battered.” Purity didn’t know whether she wanted to believe this or not. She did want to believe there was some good behind his cold stare but she wasn’t sure she could believe that, not after what happened in Grave Mansion. “You know, I’m tired” Micky said, lying but feeling an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, almost like there were butterflies puking inside his stomach, his throat felt like a horde of crickets were rushing through it and his temples were pounding. He was worried this was ‘Nightmare’s’ work or even Poltergeist’s, but he blamed it on the amount of food he ate in his mind, not wanting to accept that it could be something else. He slumped himself onto his hammock, saying goodnight to Purity. She said her goodnights back, sliding Micky’s blanket over his back before walking off, leaving Micky alone and thinking.

****

Onimusha July 2nd, 2004 6:17 PM

In the nights sky, Ho-oh and Rayquaza continued to fight, soaring through the clouds like two kids playing tag, only this was a much faster and more vicious game of tag where one wrong move could send one of the competitors falling to the ground and to their deaths. The purple glow the starry night gave was lighted up every few seconds by the sprays of the Sacred Fire and Dragon Breath Flamethrowers shooting back and forth between the two of them, the occasional slow in pace from the leader so that he or she may end up behind their opponent and may get the sight advantage. This fight didn’t look like it was going to have a finish anytime soon, all that was clear was anyone who got caught in the middle would have a hard time getting out of the middle.

****

Since Necromancer’s arrival, Micky had yet to have a bad dream involving ‘Nightmare’, the presence of Poltergeist and him seeming to scare ‘Nightmare’ away. Micky was actually able to rise out of the hammock without his heart racing and his face dripping with sweat. They’d spent the past three days in Harville, Marty taking a day off alongside his weekend, Marty eventually accepting Necromancer, although Purity and Karen still held their grudge against him, Micky however took no side, just enjoying not having another injury on his already badly wounded body. He’d arranged a final re-match with Roxanne at the end of the week and was just counting down the days. No word of Ho-oh and Rayquaza’s location had been heard, however Rayquaza had yet to return to his Lair in the Legendary Mountains and Ho-oh had yet to return to the remains of the Tin Tower. Worrying speculations had began, maybe they had decided to work together against the world, or maybe Ho-oh was dying and Rayquaza had one last blow to deal before returning to what he was doing.

Necromancer shared a breakfast with the group, Kneazy, Raichu and Poltergeist sharing a little table and eating their own meals, Raichu too scared to steal anything off of Micky’s plate, however he feared Necromancer even more, at least Micky showed emotions such as anger, hate and disgust that would at least give Raichu half a chance of a warning. With Necromancer, he hid all his emotions under that blank stare, his tone of voice never changing and the loudness of his words barely changing in volume. Everyone feared him though, or at least that’s the vibe that Raichu got, but he was wrong and both Necromancer and Poltergeist knew it. Purity no longer felt any fear of him, she only felt distain for him, not trusting a word that left his mouth. Micky also didn’t fear him, what Raichu assumed was fear was in fact respect. Micky respected him as a trainer, as a protector, but most importantly, as a person. Micky was the one who knew what happened to him, and he was amazed how he managed to go on without killing himself, but he still did not like the chill in the air whenever he was around.

“Blu! Blu!” a voice chanted from above. Upon Micky’s head landed a Pokemon new to him. It was a tiny thing, about the size of a pidgin. She had a plump body like one but her much smoother feathers, all of them the same colour of sky blue. Her wings were like two one foot long cotton clouds. Her beak was like that of a pidgin small a pokey, grey in colour just like her two tiny feet. She had one tail feather, thick and stern, sticking out of her behind. Her head was connected to her body without a neck, flatly rounded at the roof. At the top of her smooth her was one stalk like feather, split in two at the end, draping down like leaves from the stalk that lay above her head.

“Get off!” Micky shouted, slapping her off his head. The Pokemon pecked his hand, feeling she had to defend herself from Micky, enraging him as he shot to his feet and by instinct went for his Pokeball belt with his broken right hand, hurting it again.

“Aww” Karen said, thinking the Pokemon was so cute. “Here” she said in an adoring tone, holding out some food in her hand. The cute little Pokemon floated over to her and started pecking food from her hand. “And what are you called?” Karen asked the little bird who was too busy pecking food from her hand to give her Another look.

Swablu - The Cotton Bird Pokemon. Swablu has light and fluffy wings that are like cottony clouds. This Pokemon is not frightened of people. It lands on the heads of people and sits there like a cotton-fluff hat.

Trip put away the Pokedex after Micky gave him a cold stare, the stale voice the most annoying thing he could think of, except of course, Raichu. “So you are called Swablu?” she asked pointlessly. Swablu nodded once she’d finished eating from her hand. “Do you have a family?” Karen asked, her love of the creature she’d just met sickening Micky to the point he had to leave the table out of disgust. Necromancer seemed to have the same feeling as Micky and unlike the rest of the group, followed after Micky as he walked into Marty’s house to watch television. Micky’s had no knowledge of this and at first feared Nightmare had returned when he saw him in the corner of his eye.

“What?” Micky asked, wondering why Necromancer had followed him.

“The same reason as you, it’s not my style to watch a girl falling in love with a cute Pokemon” he said coldly.

“Whatever” Micky mumbled, turning on the television, Marty finally getting a new glass screen for it. He flicked to the Pokemon Channel again, this time World Pokemon Federation re-runs were showing and both Micky and Necromancer knew watching it was a bad idea, expecting to see a match with Necromancer in it. Eventually, he flicked to a Reality T.V show, a family of six who were absolutely unable to live together. Necromancer didn’t show a sign of enjoying the program, the pale stare on his face remaining. Eventually Micky had to ask “Are you even capable of showing emotion?”

“Of course” he replied bluntly, no change in expression, tone, or volume, all the same old same old.

“I’ve got a new Pokemon!” Karen exclaimed, running into the house with a Pokeball in hand. It didn’t take Necromancer or Micky more than a second to put two and two together and realise that the cotton winged Swablu was the one she had caught.

“By any chance Swablu?” Micky asked sarcastically.

“Yeah, she’s so cute” Karen said delightfully.

“Oh great” Micky spat sarcastically, not caring much for a bird that sits on his head whenever she feels like it.

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but isn’t it” she said with joy.

****

Three more eventless days passed. Karen had been introducing her Swablu to the rest of her team, Necromancer had been silent, not speaking unless spoken to and even then he was still pretty brief, still, his job of keeping Nightmare away was working perfectly fine. There was yet to be a single bit of news on Ho-oh and Rayquaza, people were starting believe that the crisis was over and Rayquaza would be gone forever, their hopes to high for Micky and Necromancer’s liking. The two of them both knew that Rayquaza wasn’t going to be gone like that, but at least he was out of their worries for a while, no sign of either Nightmare or Rayquaza. Still, Micky had better things to focus on. His re-match in Rustboro Gym was today and this time he had more in his corner than four people cheering for him, this time he’d have the legendary trainer Necromancer in his corner, almost like an advisor as well as a way to get cheers on his side of things.

The journey there was in a limo, Micky’s first time in one, Necromancer’s wallet large enough to afford something like this when ever he felt like it. It was a classy way to enter Rustboro, great finger foods on a tray for them to nibble at, lots of room with leather seats and black windows that allowed the passenger to look outside but the public left unable to see who was inside. Necromancer’s prized Pokemon Poltergeist was within the confides of his Pokeball, a bit of a distraction if he was out of his Pokeball. The limo pulled up outside Rustboro Gym, crowds already gathering outside the gym as the queued to watch the hometown hero Roxanne in action. The limo pulled up and immediately the crowds attention was drawn to the group. Necromancer was first to step out, bringing a shocked hush from the crowd. Micky followed him as the rest of the group, basically his cheerleaders left the limo. Micky and Necromancer headed towards the trainers entrance as Purity, Karen, Marty and Trip joined into the crowds. Whispers were heard in the crowds, talk such as ‘Who’s battling?’ and ‘If he’s getting backed by Necromancer he must be good.’ This was a partial confidence booster for Micky but the fact that he had such a great trainer backing him was as much a confidence boost that he needed, even if their was still some tension between them.

Micky had to wait for about ten minutes, having a final pep talk from Necromancer, he still didn’t change in emotion, sounding as cold as ever, but his words of wisdom were ones that would help. “Roxanne uses Rock Type Pokemon as you know well” he said bluntly. “Lead with Kotaro, the Mind Reader Dig Combo should wipe at least one Pokemon out, try for Giga Drain to boost his energy in the second battle. If he gets any further go by instinct. Free has plenty of techniques for slowing your opponent and possibly knocking them out, and finally, Scy, he is sheer power. That won’t pay off in this gym, but when executed in the right places, damage can be caused in huge amounts. Target the weak spots of their rock bodies with the technique Brick Break, it’s a technique quite capable of breaking steel to pieces when executed correctly. I’m sure you’ll know what to do” Necromancer finished, backing away from Micky, his dead cold eyes unblinking as he turned to face Roxanne’s entrance door. Micky clenched at Kotaro’s Pokeball with his left hand, the cold of the metal mixing with the sweat of his palms. Slowly, the doors opened and a great ovation was heard for Roxanne, crowd reacting in their numbers, all on their feet for the gym leader. She smirked and nodded her head to Micky as if to say ‘back for more’ as the referee began to state the rules for the battle. The bell sounded and Micky threw his Pokeball forward, determined to win this time.

‘Don’t let me slip or drop the ball’ - (SiC), Slipknot.

Firstly, raising Ho-oh was more of a way to go a little further in the fic with Micky not getting his *** kicked by Nightmare/Rage and Rayquaza distracting the world, I’m running out of inventive ways to kill. Anyway, the 3rd times a charm so lets all hope it works out, especially with Necromancer in Micky’s corner. Well, Karen had a pretty empty team (Raichu, Farfetch’d) so I gave her one more and a new competitor for her contests. Again, Trip ahs so little to do *dude, you really put me in a tough position* Anyway, Rayquaza Vs Ho-oh is an excuse to give the chapters a little time away from Ray-Ray ‘til it’s time for Micky to confront him and Necromancer is to keep the bed bugs away :D. Anyway, not my best but not my worst *My best IMO is reserved by Chapter 22 and my Worst is obviously reserved by Chapter 13*

Onimusha July 8th, 2004 10:11 AM

Chapter 27: The Third Time’s a Charm

‘It’s just how it seems, hot and heavy and dirty and mean’ - Motorbreath, Metallica

Roxanne’s Pokeball exploded in a flash of golden light, from within out of the red glow formed the giant blue statue that Micky had seen before, the thing that looked like a giant face with tiny arms and legs with a big fat red nose. Micky couldn’t help but think this thing was on drugs, her eyes rolling around like she hadn’t a clue where she was. Kotaro was totally out of place, not even a foot in height compared to this seven foot monster. Micky got the nod from the pale faced necromancer and shouted hi first order, “Use Dig!”

Kotaro‘s jumped up before dropping head first into the ground, his two front claws digging as his body spun, tiny chunks of mud and rock spiralling around. “Harden!” The already rock hard skin rippled before clearly stiffening, the originally smooth surface becoming rough and bumpy.

“Mind Reader!” Micky shouted. Beneath the surface of the battlefield, Kotaro picked his spot and spiralled his body through the thick rocks, popping out the ground behind the giant statue and leaping head first into her back, not a single speck of damage done. “Um, Necromancer?” Micky said looking to his advisor as if to say ‘why didn’t that work?’

“Nosepass is very tough and lacks weak points, any more advice and I’d be doing the battle for you” Necromancer said bluntly. When Micky turned to face the battlefield again he found his beloved Nincada jumping around, avoiding blue jolts of electricity that fired from the nose of the ably named ‘Nosepass.’

“Nosepass! Body Slam!” Roxanne ordered. Slowly, the huge statue like Nosepass fell forward towards Kotaro, the little bug leaping out of the way as Nosepass was about halfway to the floor. Nose first, Nosepass crashed into the rocky floor, dust rising around him as Kotaro leapt onto the back of Nosepass, his deep black eyes looking to Micky for an order.

“Dig into it’s back!” Micky shouted. The little Nincada jumped into the air and dived claw first again, much to Micky and Kotaro’s surprise he was perfectly capable of the order, twirling his body as his claws ripped into the rough back of the statue-like Pokemon as she groaned loudly, Kotaro disappearing into her body leaving a large gap and popping out of the battlefield about a metre away. Nosepass wasn’t moving and it was safe to say she was out cold, probably with some very bad damage that would need a lot of repairing, if a Nincada could make it all the way to the ground via Nosepass.

Roxanne returned Nosepass before the count had even begun and she threw a new Pokeball forward, shouting “Aron, go!” Necromancer was seeming to be impressed with Micky‘s performance, his cold eyes seeming to glimmer for a moment before going back to cold and heartless, only Micky getting a view of this. His attention returned to the battlefield. This Pokemon did not look like a rock type. He was about a foot high, still bigger than Kotaro. His body looked like that of an iron puppy’s, four legs all in opposite directions held up a tiny silver body which had two holes on each half, the front head shaped like a rock, only smoother and silver, two cute sky blue eyes on either side, a hole just above each eye and two below, almost like a nostrils and eyebrows. His stomach was the only rock like thing about him, grey stone, practically touching the floor because his legs were so tiny.

Micky was not even going to allow a moment for Aron to realise where he was, immediately ordering “Shadow Ball!” The deep black eyes of Micky’s Nincada began to glow and a ball of pure black formed, an aurora of purple, small sparks jolting off. He sent the ball skidding along the rocky floor right in between the eyes of Aron, exploding in a bang of black liquid that sparked off purple jolts before disappearing from sight.

Aron had slammed his eyes shut as the ball hit him, opening them just now to see the Nincada following up his attack as he charged claws first towards Aron. “Rock Tomb!” Roxanne ordered. Aron jumped about three feet in the air and slammed back down, sending rocks flying up below the Nincada who was only a metre from Aron. Kotaro went flying into the air with the rocks, falling in between the rocks after reaching a metre in the air, landing back first as the rocks came down above him, crushing his body in the ‘Tomb’ that the broken chunks of battlefield created.

“Kotaro!” Micky shouted, trying to think of an order to free him. “Dig outta there!” Micky shouted. Underneath the one foot tall pyramid like pile of rock, whatever was happening inside was not visible, all Micky knew was that his order had been given and he could only hope. The count reached seven when the rocks seemed to crumble inward, the referee stopping. Micky smiled, almost positive they crumbled inward because Kotaro had dug a hole. “Mind Reader!” Micky ordered. He gave it a second before continuing with “Now! Hit him!”

Aron looked around desperately before being knocked into the air, landing on his iron back which exposed the weaker rock. “Giga Drain!” Micky ordered. Kotaro leapt onto the rock belly of the upside down Aron and jammed his right claw into the rock, picking the right spot to dig it directly in. He then pulled his claw out, the hole made giving way for him to suck the life out of Aron. From the barely visible mouth of the tiny bug he slid a black tube like tongue out, sliding it into the slit he had made and as he began to replenish his energy. Aron eventually managed to roll the Nincada off of his body after three seconds of his energy being drained, the damage visibly done as he could barely Hold himself up. “Now, Slash!” Micky ordered.

“Take Down!” Roxanne ordered in unison with Micky. Aron dodged the left swing from the Nincada’s fore-claw, but Kotaro failed to avoid Take Down, Aron flipping himself back first into the body of Kotaro, crushing it under all his weight. Kotaro didn’t even managed a groan, just laying flat and empty on the ground as Aron stumbled to his feet. Micky tried shouting encouragement to Kotaro, but eventually the referee hit ten and Micky had no choice but to bring his Nincada back to his ball.

Micky took no time in slamming Free’s Pokeball forward, shouting “Stun Spore!” before his Pokemon had even fully formed, still, Free heard the order and immediately started dropping yellow powder over the battlefield, surrounding Aron immediately. The uphill battle for Aron had already began before Free had been released into the fight, his bones started to stiffen and the fight had gone from an uphill battle to a vertical climb.

Aron was almost frozen in place when he finally got an order, his order being “Rock Tomb!” again. He barely had the strength to jump and only just managed to get his feet off the ground when Free flew into him, tackling him with a Double-Edge that sent both Pokemon rolling along the rocky floor, Free coming out of it pretty well, still airborne and flying onwards, making a U-Turn to dump more yellow spores on the fallen Aron. The body of Aron was battered but the heart was still strong, defying the pain that ran through him he rolled onto his feet again, his originally smooth metal was now scarred with scratches from the battlefield floor as his stomach leaked a grey liquid that looked like thinned concrete.

“Free! Silver Wind!”

“Aron! Metal Claw!”

The orders were given, the limping Aron starting to charge for the flying Butterfree who’s wings were glowing a pale gold. Aron leapt forward, right fore-leg drawing out three sharp claws to take Free out of the air and to the floor. The two were only a foot in the air but Free’s speed advantage was greatly taken advantage of, Micky’s Pokemon dodging to her side letting Aron land hard on the floor, his three claws scraping along the ground as the silvery gold leaf-like cuts of Silver Wind bore down on Aron’s back, tiny little slices made in the iron hard armour of Aron’s back. Aron still made an effort to stumble up, but the count was already at six and Roxanne knew he barely stood a chance of standing by ten. At eight Aron slipped and his head rubbed along the floor, just laying there and hearing the heart breaking ten go by. Roxanne withdrew her Pokemon and looked up at Micky as though she was saying ‘having Necromancer in your corner had really helped you.’

Necromancer gave a nod of approval to Micky and Roxanne threw her final Pokeball forward shouting “Graveler, go!”, feeling a sense of desperation with Micky having to healthy Pokemon on his side and she was left with one. Her Pokeball opened and she knew this decision was crucial. A rough pale brown rugged rock came out, about three feet in diameter, his two eyes and mouth on the upper half of the roughly rounded Pokemon. Out of the lower half of his body were two thick legs with no knee, feet like that of a human aside from the rugged bumps that coated it. Near his chest he had two thick muscular arms, no elbows, just a small yet thick arm with human like hands. On top of his head, at the sides were more arms. Big and muscular like the other two arms but this time with elbows, allowing them to bend, most likely the main arms of this creature.

“Sleep Powder!” Micky ordered.

“Spin Punch!” Roxanne ordered in unison with Micky. As Free made her way over Graveler, dropping the green spores, her opponent took a swing at her. He spun his entire body, sending the spores away. Free’s spores came much to his advantage, the green powder hiding him from Free’s sight as he leapt towards her, still spinning. He caught her with the back of left upper arm, Free’s neck twisting as her body rolled down to the floor, her right wing slapping down hard onto the rocky battlefield.

“Free! Get up!” Micky shouted desperately. Even with the one Pokemon advantage, he did not want it to come down to one on one., the last time it happened like that Micky did not come out on top and even with Necromancer in his corner he felt it would not be enough.

He turned to look for advice. A nod was all he got and Micky turned back to the battlefield to see Free had managed to get to her feet, though not in the air. She stood facing Graveler, waiting for that final blow that would put her unconscious, her body a wreck that could only get to her feet from the order of her trainer. “Psychic!” Micky shouted.

“Mega Punch” Roxanne shouted back, seeing Micky was not deciding to withdraw his injured. Free’s eyes glowed pure white but she did not have the time to launch the attack. Graveler slung his upper right fist forward, the rock hard bumpy knuckles cutting into to the tender flesh of Free and drawing red blood from her body as she fell back to the floor. No amount of shouting and pleading would bring her back up and Micky knew this. Necromancer shook his head and he had no choice but to bring back his Butterfree.

Micky groaned, in his left hand he gripped his final Pokeball, Scy. The technique he had taught with Necromancer’s help, ‘Brick Break’, was new to the both of them. Micky eventually threw Scy’s Pokeball forward, Scy exploding out, much to the crowds pleasure, all of them knowing a Scyther always puts on a good show, it’s in their gene’s and in their pride. His shoulders coated in a metal cover that held them together, his scythes glinting in the light and his mouth spitting in hisses. Scy smirked, enjoying the roar he got from the crowd.

“Alright Scy, like we practice” Micky said to his giant mantis. “Sword Dance” Micky ordered. With his body hovering just above the ground, he placed his scythes out straight either way making his body like a cross before turning them sideways, passing them passed his body into an X. From here he banged them side to side to make a metal on metal sound before cracking them edge to edge before jamming them diagonally above his head, his body looking like an X as he remained in the air, finally relaxing his body after a few seconds of stiffening his body, totally focused in attacking his foe.

“That may look pretty but this isn’t a contest” Roxanne said smugly. “Graveler, show them how to battle, Comet Punch!” Roxanne ordered. For something as big and heavy looking as Graveler, he moved incredibly fast. The rock like creature ran swiftly towards Scy, leaping in the air, taking aim with his upper right fist glowing.

“Now! Brick Break” Micky shouted, the nod from Necromancer that he received a moment before telling him now was the time. Scy, hovered to his side, letting Graveler begin to fall to the ground as he drove his knee into the exact centre of Graveler’s front, a groan exiting the creatures mouth as he fell flipped forward and landed back first onto the battlefield. A visible injury had been caused by the knee to the front from Scy. Graveler’s font was dented, small chunks of rock from his body laying broken on the ground around him.

Groaning, Graveler made it back to his feet, the extra two arms a great aid in pushing him up. “So there is more than dancing in your Scyther” Roxanne smiled, looking at Micky, her eyes saying ‘this really is just a front for the crowd, I know full well you wouldn’t come in here without fight in your Pokemon.’

Micky smiled at this, feeling respected. He continued to impress, ordering Scy to use “Steel Wing!” Scy’s two wings seemed to glint silver as he flew towards Graveler, tackling him with the steel of his shoulder and the hardness of his wing, going right through Graveler‘s body, knocking the creature into a backwards roll onto his stomach as he chipped a chunk of Graveler’s shoulder from his body.

“Iron Slash!” Micky ordered, sticking to power attacks. Scy took a place hovering by Graveler’s left side, almost like an executioner, his scythe the equivalent of an executioner’s axe. The right scythe hardened and glinted silver as he drew his scythe back, ready to chop Graveler in half.

“Rock Tomb!” Roxanne ordered, this attack seeming to be her most favoured. Graveler pounded both of his left fists into the floor and the battlefield beneath Scy broke and shot upwards, testing Scy’s speed and instincts. The rocks shot upwards but Scy managed to escape them, shooting his body back as the rocks flew up in front of him. “Rock Throw!” Roxanne continued. Behind the veil of rocks Graveler got to his feet, Scy blind to this and Micky’s attempt to inform Scy of this failed. Graveler grabbed four of the rocks as they began to fall, the first one launched from his lower right arm into Scy’s stomach. Scy, totally of guard gripped at his stomach after the rock smashed when it connected with his body. He landed to his feet, practically kneeling as Graveler threw the second rock from his lower left arm, taking him down by the legs, Scy landing headfirst to the battlefield, mostly from the surprise than the force of the attack. The third rock was thrown from his upper left arm, landing hard on the winged back of Scy as he tried to rise to his feet. Graveler took his time with the forth attack, walking just in front of Scy to enjoy the moment. With all four hands he gripped the final rock and slammed it down as hard as he could, smashing apart on Scy’s head.

“Scy!” Micky shouted. “Get up!” Micky ordered desperately. Scy’s body began to glow a blinding white and Micky smiled as much as he could. He remembered this very well, his Pokemon was evolving, much to his delight. In the blinding white light, Graveler in shock, Scy got to his feet, his body starting to change in shape as smashed Graveler on top of his head, knocking Roxanne’s Pokemon to the floor. Scy’s scythes started to turn into thin arms, two huge claws on either end. His head became rounded at the front, three spikes sticking out of top. His body remained thin the pelvis rounded at the bottom. His legs were thick and smooth, loosing feet that were replaced by spiky points. Out of his back, the wings remained, though they looked thicker and stronger. After almost half a minute, the light disappeared and Micky could see Scy in his full new form. He was blood red all over except at his waist, in between his stomach and pelvis was black. He looked like he was made out of iron, having that glimmer and thickness that gave him that appearance.

“Scy! Finish him off with a Brick Break!” Micky shouted with a huge smile on his face. Scy glared at Micky, almost confused, staring at Micky with his new yellow eyes, like cats with slit like pupils. “Scy?” Micky asked. He was just as confused as Scy. Micky wondering why Scy wouldn’t obey, Scy wondering why this kid though he could order him. Micky turned his attention to Necromancer, the only one in the entire building who wasn’t whispering in confusion. “What’s going on?” Micky asked.

“He’s not listening” Necromancer replied coldly.

Onimusha July 8th, 2004 10:13 AM

“Ten out of ten for observation” Micky spat sarcastically, clapping his hands. “I mean why the **** aint the listening?”

“It happens sometimes” Necromancer replied, still as cold as ever.

“Well give me some advice!” Micky ordered desperately.

“Duck” he replied.

“What?” Micky asked, wondering what the **** he meant.

Necromancer pointed his finger to what was behind Micky and repeated himself, saying “Duck” once more.

Micky turned around with a confused look on his face but didn’t even get around to seeing what was behind him. The huge red claw of the new Scy hitting him in between the eyes and sending him falling to ground like a tree that had just had it’s base chopped. Necromancer removed his hat and slid off his leather trench coat, never taking his eyes off of Scy’s eyes. He reached for Poltergeists Pokeball but as he was about to throw it, Scy knocked his hand to the side, sending Poltergeists ball rolling to the side just before Necromancer got to prepare it for releasing it’s being within. Necromancer saw Scy about to take a swing at his head with his left claw, he ducked under it like a boxer would and took a punch at the back of Scy’s head. Not a single bit of damage was done to Scy, he simply turned around and glared eye to eye with Necromancer for a moment before kicking him in the leg with his iron hard leg before knocking him down with his left claw. He turned his attention back to Micky. By this point members of the crowd were fainting or trying to throw Pokeballs forward. By law, the security officers had to restrain them against their will. Scy widened his right Claw and gripped Micky by the sides of his ribs, lifting him into the air. Micky could tell in his glare that he was saying ‘this is what people who order me get.’ Micky was already in a bit of a daze, the hit from Scy not enough to bust blood out of his body but enough to give him a ringing in his ears. Micky could still feel, the claws closing and crushing his ribs.

Graveler charged towards Scy, jumping up a foot in the air before curling himself into a ball and rolling into Scy’s body. The force of the collision caused Scy to release Micky from his iron grip and send both Pokemon through the arena wall. The two landed on the concrete path outside, cracking the pavement. Graveler was belly to belly with Scy, his advantage of surprise gone when Scy smashed both of his claws onto the head of the giant rock, cracking rocks everywhere and making him limp and unable to control himself. Scy pushed Graveler off of his body with ease and got back to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs that Graveler had caused. Necromancer had also gotten back to his feet but showed no concern for Scy or what he would do, so long as it didn’t involve him. Scy did not want to go back for Micky, knowing that Roxanne and Necromancer had plenty of powerful Pokemon that would eventually take him down with their overwhelming numbers. Instead, he turned to look at the city, seeing it as fresh blood for him to spill.

Scy hovered towards the streets of Rustboro, people backing away screaming, knowing that the look in his eye was not that of a peaceful Pokemon. Scy began to target people, the first target was a tall man in a suit, chosen by Scy for the convenience of distance and the fact that he looked so uptight. He charged at him and smashed his face with his right shoulder. The man fell back first to the floor, blood flying from his nose as he did. He was knocked out with the first hit, though still breathing clearly. He wanted to attack him again but some brave but stupid teenager tried to stop him, leaping onto his back. Scy dropped as fast as he could back first into the concrete pavement, sandwiching the teen in between the concrete and his metal body. He rose back to his feet to find everyone else running. Left or right were his options. Standing on both feet he ran to his right, more people fleeing in that direction. He stuck both of his arms out and using his ever amazing agility, ran into the crowds knocking everyone down with his tough metal arms combined with the force of his speed knocked anyone in their way to the floor. As he hit the final person in the crowd he let himself fly into the air, gliding and turning, seeing a couple of those hit trying to get back to their feet. He wasn’t going to allow anything like that and glided passed them, kicking them in their face with his tough lower legs, breaking their faces open when he hit them. It didn’t take anymore than a minute for a horde of police to be at the scene. There were twenty police officers on foot and one police car, a very appetising fight in Scy’s opinion. A news helicopter arrived on the scene at the same time as the police’s arrival and began filming Scy against his will.

****

“Did you hear about Scy?” Karen asked on the video phone. She was busy speaking to Mark and Marty’s house, all of the group except returning to Marty’s house except Necromancer and Purity, the two of them by Micky’s side alongside Roxanne.

“Sort of, what happened?”

“A lot of injuries” Karen replied.

“How many?” Mark asked inquisitively.

“Five broken ribs, broken arms, broken legs, a broken jaw, brain damage and a broken neck.”

“****!” Mark replied in shock. “Is Scy still alive?” he asked.

“Oh, no no, that was the police, Scy’s fine” Karen replied.

“Oh” Mark replied, almost about to break into laughter at mistaking who received the injuries. “Well, how is everyone else?” Mark asked.

“Purity’s fine” Karen said, glazing her eyes over, knowing that’s the only one of them he cared about.

“What about Pikachu?” he asked.

“Oh, he evolved into a Raichu” she said with a smile.

“He did? Where’d you get a Thunderstone?”

“I didn’t, Micky bought one, and well, it’s a long story” she said.

“Turn that **** thing off” Trip ordered. “Purity’s probably trying to call” he continued.

“Shut the **** up asshole!” Karen replied angrily.

“I probably should go” she mumbled to Mark. “Say hi to mum and dad for me” she finished, waving goodbye. Mark waved back as she disconnected the phone line.

****

“****, I can’t get through” Purity cursed, slamming her phone shut. She was in a room with Roxanne and Necromancer, Micky in the surgery room getting the stitches removed from his head and getting his hand x-rayed, the smack around the face and crushing from Scy only giving him minor damage, nothing else for them to do but sort out his hand and stitched head.

Micky wandered back to the group about ten minutes after going in. The doctors analysis of his hand showed a broken bone in his ring finger knuckle that would heal in a few weeks. Necromancer didn’t say a word to Micky, not even doing so much as blink when looking at him. It was Roxanne and Purity doing all the talking and convincing that ‘it’s not your fault that Scy lost it.’ From what Micky had gathered his Pokemon had evolved into a Pokemon called ‘Scizor’, though he was yet to hear an explanation of his Pokemon’s behaviour. The group escorted him to the police station, the events of the day, though not his fault had the requirement of his side of the story. With Roxanne on his side though, he was convinced he’d not be imprisoned, though Scy’s fate was still difficult to perceive.

****

It reached late in the day before they could leave, Micky’s side of the days events recorded on camera, Roxanne saying she’d represent him in the courtroom, much appreciated by Micky, although she explained she felt it her duty being the main trainer of Rustboro. Until then, Scy was in her possession. On the trip home he felt like his Pokeball belt was naked, even with Strider back on it. Scy had always been a core member of his battling team, and now he’d evolved he’d lost his mind. It was like how Micky first found him, demented and murderous. Necromancer wasn’t saying a word to Micky and Micky knew he was feeling some form of emotion, but in his cold eyes Micky couldn’t see what. Maybe he felt guilt for not being able to stop Scy or maybe disappointment for Micky not being able to control his Pokemon. Maybe even happiness, in that sick demented mind of Necromancer’s, Micky thought it was perfectly possible for him to enjoy the damage and injuries Scy had caused.

The limo ride back home just felt so empty for Micky. He knew it wasn’t caused by the hit on the head he got earlier, no internal damage had been done and only a little external bruising. Maybe Scy wasn’t adjusted to his new body and wasn’t able to hit Micky in the right spot to cause huge damage. He actually felt like crying, feeling that had Scy obeyed he would have defeated Roxanne and have badge number three, as well as getting the added bonus of impressing his friends and Necromancer.

Upon arrival, Micky was the one getting all the attention, hearing stuff like ‘Are you ok?’ and ‘What’s happening?’ despite the fact that Purity had already called to explain the situation. Micky wasn’t in the mood for talking, running upstairs away from everyone else. Purity tried to chase after him but was stopped by Necromancer. “Let me talk to him” he said.

“Like he needs to be depressed more” Purity growled back at him.

“You really think he needs some **** talking to him? Unless you plan to do the only thing a **** can do to please a guy I suggest you leave him to me” Necromancer spat coldly, almost showing emotion as he called Purity a ****.

“Don’t you dare talk to her like that” Marty threatened.

“What do you think you can do to me? Old man” he hissed.

“****ing ****” Trip interrupted, getting between the three of them. “Shut the **** up!” he continued. “Just leave him the **** alone!” he shouted. “If he wants to talk he’ll say something, until then, just shut up!” Everyone in the room was shocked. No one had seen Trip this emotional before, especially on the subject of Micky, but the worst thing for all of them was the fact that he was right. Purity hated to do it but she just gave a look of hate to Necromancer before turning away and grumpily slumping herself on the couch. Necromancer walked out of the house and Marty headed for the kitchen. It seemed like Karen and Trip were the only one’s not fighting.

Micky sat upstairs and slid open his bag, removing his black laptop. It was times like these he needed someone he’d known all his life. He typed in the number of Peter’s Pokenav and began writing an email.

Dude, life is really ****ing me over right now. I got a broken hand, three fat *** scars on my head, some ****er who won’t stop stalking me, a dad who’s disowned me and now one of Pokemon has been taken into custody. Dunno whether you’re out of victory road but please, for the sake of my demented sanity, please ****ing get the **** out of there. I’m so sick of the *** clowns I’m stuck with at the moment. Seriously dude, anyways email back.

After that he loaded up a search engine and typed in ‘Pokemon: Abnormal behaviour in after evolution.’ Thousands of links popped up but the first to catch his attention was the one that took him to Professor Birch’s section on ‘Abnormal behaviour after evolution.’

Personality Revolution

Occasionally, after a Pokemon evolves, it’s behaviour will be different than before. This is known as ‘Personality Revolution.’ When a Pokemon experiences the first day of it’s evolution, it may have memories of how it was previously.

There was a ‘Click Here For More Info’ button but Micky read on, preferring it at the basic level.

Permanent Cases

In some unfortunate cases, the Pokemon will remain the same way when s/he prefers being his or herself before meeting their trainer. This can cause a permanent change in behaviour and usually cannot be cured. The only way known to change this is by changing trainers during a ‘trade’ since the Pokemon will resent his/her original trainer for changing their personality.

Micky hoped that this wasn’t a permanent case. If it was then, from what he’d read, he would be forced to trade Scy, and he didn’t want to lose one of his most valuable team members. Micky looked over the edge of Marty’s roof, hearing the sound of someone trouncing through the mud. In the moonlight, Micky could make out Necromancer’s figure, the hat a dead give away. Micky wanted to shout ‘Necromancer’ t get his attention and talk, but then he remembered how cold and emotionless he was, and he knew he didn’t need that.

****

“How‘d it go?” Micky asked Roxanne. It was just the two of them sitting in her gym on the crowd stands, three days after the incident with Scy. She had cancelled all the battles for the day, the trial for Scy being held that day, Micky surprised that the trial came so quickly.

“Well, he’s on warning. You’re lucky that he was fresh from evolution, it’s like an insanity plea” she giggled, despite the fact the situation was serious. She handed Micky Scy’s red and white orb, placing it in his hand.

“Should I let him out or do you think he’s still mad?”

“Up to you” she replied.

“Do you think this is a permanent personality change?” Micky asked, worried about what he’d read the previous day on Professor Birch’s website.

“There’s only one way to find out, I’ll get my Pokemon ready” she said, reaching for her Pokemon. She threw the statue-like ‘Nosepass’, the two armed boulder ‘Geodude’ and the four armed boulder ‘Graveler’ as well as a Pokemon that he’d not met before, well he had met him before but he never learned his name.

“What’s that?” Micky asked pointing to a large ball like boulder, his body a shell with his two legs, two arms and head sticking out. The ball was dark brown, lumpy like loads of small rocks stuck together, the arms, legs and head sticking out were a rough brown, looking like the skin of a lizards.

“Golem” she said. “I think it’s safe for you to release your Scizor” she stated.

Micky took a breathe in before letting Scy out, gripping the Pokeball as he released him in fear of him losing it, that way he could easily return him to his ball. When he was released, he found himself surrounded by the four rock type Pokemon, almost like police escorts for a major criminal. “Scy!” Micky called to his Pokemon. “Use Sword Dance” he asked, wanting to test if he’d obey him yet. Scy hissed and instead of following orders he slammed his right claw into Nosepass and kicked Golem with the pointy end of his right foot, smashing a hole into both Pokemon. Micky didn’t take more than a second to bring Scy back to his Pokeball and slumped his head down, the two Pokemon that were harmed groaning and the other two all prepared to attack. “****!” Micky huffed,

“Don’t worry” Roxanne said, comfortingly rubbing his back. “I’m sure he’ll come around soon.”

“I dunno” Micky said. “From what I read, if it isn’t permanent it would take him a day or so to snap out of it. It’s bin three days now and he’s still the same murderous killer I found him as” Micky mumbled in a depressed tone.

“Well, I wouldn’t give up hope yet” she replied, still trying to comfort Micky. “How did you stop him from being a murderous killer exactly? And you don’t mean he was one literally…right?”

Onimusha July 8th, 2004 10:14 AM

“I was being serious” Micky said grudgingly. “When I found him he literally was slicing a person in half. The only reason why he listened to me is ‘cause I kicked his *** in a sword fight.” Roxanne looked at him all confused. “It’s a long story but beating him in a fight was a once in a lifetime fluke, so that won’t work” Micky huffed. “I think I’m gonna have to face the harsh reality that I’m not a good enough trainer for him” Micky moaned.

“Don’t say that” Roxanne replied, feeling Micky was a good enough trainer and just had some terrible luck. “Don’t think anyone can control that Scizor if you can’t” she continued.

Micky couldn’t believe he was saying it but from what he read, Scy probably despised his existence and Micky didn’t have the power to control a Pokemon that despised him. His mind was made up, he was gonna trade. He got up from his seat and walked out of the gym, Roxanne returning her Pokemon to their Pokeballs. When Micky finally made his way out he immediately had questions like ‘what’s gonna happen’ chucked at him from everyone but Necromancer, still standing coldly and heartless, not even giving Micky a second look.

****

“You have Email” a stale computer voice said as soon as he popped his laptop open. Micky smiled, thinking ‘thank god, I need his help.’ He opened his email inbox and there it was, the reply from Peter. He eagerly opened it, his best friend and clearly a great trainer would definitely have the solution to his dilemma.

Ok dude, I’m coming

“What the ****?” Micky said confused. He tried re-clicking the email just in case he’d only gotten some of the email but it was the same thing again.

Just like the email said, Peter was coming, and he did. Only a hour or so after Micky had read Peter’s email he dropped out of the air outside Marty’s house, Pidgeot floating to the top and chirping at Micky. He felt like saying ‘I can’t believe you’ when he saw Peter but he found himself thinking ‘but he always does something like this.’ In the end he greeted his friend with a handshake shoulder hug and a “Took your time dude.”

Peter just laughed and shrugged his shoulders, smirking. The smirk soon turned to shock when Necromancer stepped out of the door to see what the commotion was. Peter’s jaw practically dropped as he said “Mick, is that who I think it is?”

“Yeah” Micky grudgingly said.

“How the **** you meet him and why the **** is he hanging out with you?” Peter asked, shocked that a jackass like Micky could land someone like Necromancer as a companion.

“It’s a long story, my suggestion is to leave him alone and let him do what he does best which is nothing” Micky whispered, not wanting to annoy Necromancer, but he heard it all and not to Micky’s knowledge, under that cold stare he felt emotion. He felt alienated, just like he’d been all his life. But as much as it hurt, he’d learned to convince himself that pain only made him stronger, physical or emotional.

“So dude, what’s the problem?” Peter asked, thinking it better be a good one to drag him away from challenging the elite four. He could rest in the comfort of knowing that he had been recorded of completing the victory road challenge and was allowed to challenge any time he wanted.

“My Scyther” Micky said, suddenly realising it was a Scizor now, quickly snapping “I mean my Scizor” as his correction.

“What about it?” Peter said. “Scizor is a good Pokemon to have” he continued.

“He won’t listen, in fact he’s attacking me and anyone who tries to control it, I think he’s had one of those permanent personality changes.”

“Dude…” he replied, thinking of something to add on. “That sucks” he finished, not exactly one of the most inventive things to add on.”

“Well, what can I do?” Micky asked, looking to him since he was so much further ahead of him in experience.

“Trade him, I know a great website” Peter said enthusiastically.

“Wo-Wo-Wo” Micky said waving his hand in Peter’s direction with his broken hand doing the ‘naughty naughty’ thing with his hand. “Rewind a moment. Is there any other way?”

“Unless you can do what you did to make him like you when you first caught him, then no mate, soz.”

Micky huffed thinking ‘I can’t beat Scy in a sword fight again’ before replying with “Fine, show me this ‘website’ then” doing quotation marks with his finger’s on website.

Micky showed him into the house, introducing his long time friend to his friends. All of them recognised him, all except the alienated Necromancer who was feeling hateful emotions towards Micky, tightly gripping him hands into fists. The house seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Necromancer sleeping outside, Marty on the couch inside, Trip in Marty’s bedroom, Karen in the spare bedroom, Purity and Micky on top and now there was Peter sleeping in the bathroom. In the end, Peter never got around to showing Micky the website for trading Pokemon.

****

Micky was laying there, still awake, gazing at the stars. Purity’s breathing was a soothing sound, but not enough to put him asleep. He was too focused on Scy to sleep. The night was darker than usual, not so much a twilight, almost like a black netting was covering the stars, making their lights so much dimmer. Necromancer was experiencing a similar thing, though he was being kept awake by the fact that he actually felt emotion, the alienation from Micky really getting under his skin and making it’s mark in the metaphorical heart of Necromancer’s that he never thought existed.

Rage was pondering who to strike. He could sense the depression in Necromancer and the hatred he was feeling for Micky, but then again, Micky was an easy target. If Necromancer had no care for him, then who was stopping him for striking once more. Rage was always left pondering to himself the question ‘Why don’t I just kill him?’ He definitely sensed something unpredictable about that boy. He served a future purpose, but whether it was to aid him or not was what bothered Rage. Every time he made contact with the boy, rather making his future clearer, it seemed to shroud it more. He would get visions of Micky standing by his side, unleashing his power on the world through his Pokemon, but then he’d see the same scene in his mind, seeing Micky unleashing his skills on Rage. It just didn’t make sense and Rage was frustrated by this a lot. He just thought ‘Would Micky being dead really change my future by that much?’ His mind was eventually made up. He wasn’t going to kill Micky, he was going to let Necromancer do it for him.

He focused his mind and began talking to Necromancer, putting his voice in his head. “Micky hurt you, he must pay” he hissed.

“What?” Necromancer said out loud, knowing the voice in his head was new to him.

“Make him pay, he hurt you once and he will again, unless you stop him.” in his sleep deprived state, Necromancer was very vulnerable. He would usually have a strong mind immune to psychic influence, but today he wasn’t. He shot up to a sitting position before rising to his feet and looking up.

“Micky!” he hissed, loud enough for someone awake to hear but not so loud that people in their sleep could hear him.

“Necromancer?” Micky thought aloud. He slid to his feet off of his hammock and walked to the roof edge, the night suddenly feeling a whole lot colder.

“Get down here” Necromancer replied, motioning his hand to Micky.

Micky shook his head and rather than waking Marty by going through the downstairs, simply leapt from the top of his roof to the floor, only a ten foot drop that resulted in Micky falling as his feet hit the ground, though how he’d get back up remained a mystery. “What?” Micky asked.

Necromancer tried to think about what he was doing, but his body wouldn’t let him think. Partially of his own accord and partially of Rage’s, Necromancer threw his right hand forward and grabbed Micky by the throat, his thick hands crushing Micky’s throat whilst the leather of his glove burned as it rubbed against Micky’s neck. Micky tried mumbling “Let Go!” but he couldn’t. Necromancer lifted Micky in the air, his legs dangling about three foot off of the ground as the air started to choke out of his lungs. Micky knocked Necromancer’s cap off in an attempt to hit him with his left hand, his legs kicking at his chest and stomach too feebly to have an effect. Micky’s eyes started to blur and he knew that as much as it would hurt him, he had only one chance of escaping this choke hold. He braced himself for huge pain and smashed the cast that covered his right hand into the left temple of Necromancer. The impact knocked the cast into his knuckles, causing Micky to groan loudly as he was dropped to his feet, tumbling to the ground as he landed. Micky saw Necromancer teetering from side to side, shaking his head, the blow only minor but enough to give Necromancer a ringing in his head.

Micky pounced on the opportunity as he saw Necromancer’s legs wide open. Still on his knees he slammed his cast into Necromancer’s privates, hitting them with the upper part of his cast, barely hurting Micky this time but greatly harming Necromancer who immediately reached for his gentiles, falling backwards to the ground. Groaning in pain, still feeling the airlessness in his breath, Micky’s airless cries were heard by Purity upstairs, his voice sounding so hoarse. It took her almost half a minute to realise that Micky was shouting as she tried to wake from her sleep. Necromancer sat up, shooting right up. Micky felt terror ripping through him, thinking ‘I hit this guy in the nuts with a cast and he sits right up?’ Necromancer rose to his feet and disrobing himself of his trench coat and freezing Micky to the spot with those deep evil eyes as he began to walk slowly towards Micky.

Frantically, Purity searched for Micky before finally noticing the sounds of below. She flung her head over the roof walls to see Necromancer walking towards what looked like the front door, Micky out of sight. “Necromancer, where’s Micky?” she asked completely confused. At that moment Necromancer completely snapped out of the trance he was in. He suddenly started realising what he was doing and now he was showing emotion. He was showing regret, in his eyes Micky could see it and so could Purity. She realised he had done something to Micky and took no time in rushing down the stairs waking everyone up as she did. Micky watched as Necromancer started to run, leaving behind his trench coat and hat, only taking his Pokeball belt. By the time Purity and the rest of them had made it outside Micky was left alone, his back pressed up against a post, his body shaking out of confusion, shock and fear.

****

Everyone had stayed up all night except Karen who was just too shattered to keep her eyes open. Micky wanted to go to sleep but with everyone barraging him with questions, how could he? Why was the first question to pop out of Purity’s mouth. How was he suppose to know? He just muttered back “I dunno.”

“What happened?” Popped out of Peter’s mouth.

Micky mumbled again, this time a “Not much.” He really wasn’t in the mood to talk but his friends didn’t seem to pick up on this. Trip seemed to, otherwise he just had no interest in it, and the same went for Marty, though he seemed about as out of action as Karen was, trying to wake himself up with coffee. Eventually ,Micky stormed off to bed grumpily, the rest of them drifting off to sleep, all but Micky and Purity. Purity was determined to get something out of Micky, everything seemed to be surrounding him, like a magnet he seemed to draw trouble.

“Why does this happen to you?” Purity asked.

“What you mean?” Micky mumbled, laying on his hammock with his eyes shut tightly.

“This stuff. I mean, first Scy, then the **** in the mountains and now this. Why does all the bad **** in the world seem to get drawn to you?” she asked sympathetically yet aggressively.

“I dunno” Micky muttered.

“You do” she smirked. I can see it in your eyes every time something bad happens, you know what’s going on.”

Micky was just silent, refusing to state for a fact hat he knew or he didn’t know. He really wasn’t sure how to reply. He always seemed to know half of what was going on. He knew Necromancer’s past, but he didn’t know what was in his mind at the present. He knew there was something stalking him, but he didn’t know why. It frustrated him, and it frustrated him further that Purity expected Micky to know everything about it. In between his frustration and the fact he felt threatened, Micky really had the urge to hit her right around the face. He was just feeling hatred all over. Rage was getting fatherly confused. If Micky out of instinct could fight his way out of murder from Necromancer and was capable of surviving the attack he put on Micky both times then he definitely had some reason for being. It was just so frustrating that unlike others, Rage couldn’t foresee his future accurately. All he knew, is when Micky finally finds him, it will be something special.

‘Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep’ - Toxicity, System of a Down

Well, at first I was really enthusiastic about this chapter, then I started to lose interest when it became a lil less interesting *probably a small touch of block* I’m thinking of proofing all my previous chapters *since Dragonfree is too busy with her new modding job on SPP*, although the next chapter is all in my head and just needs me to get some skill. Anyway, kinda boring after the battle but there ya go, hope it kept you entertained for ten minutes.

Onimusha July 16th, 2004 4:13 PM

Chapter 28: Scy’s new trainer

‘And I will Just Say Goodbye’ - Fade to Black, Metallica

“Ok dude. Just register here and enter the chat room” Peter said, pointing to a red button that said ‘register.’ It was just Micky, Peter and Purity in the Pokemon Centre. Everyone else was helping Marty at his stool. They’d entered a special room full of computers. Apparently, with the right equipment you could store objects in virtual reality in much the way Pokemon were stored in Pokeballs, which is why this a Pokemon Centre was the best place to go when you wanted to trade Pokemon at long distances or you left Pokemon with a friend and wanted to retrieve them. Micky filled out his registry form, basic stuff like name, age, address, and there was one new to him. Trainer ID number. He had to ask Peter what this was. Apparently all trainer cards had a designated number, Apparently how a trainer could be tracked. It sprung back to memory how the police done this when Micky first saw Scy. He registered everything, eventually making his screen name on ‘www.trade-a-mon.com’ as ‘Micky-Onimusha-Hardy’ in as his screen name when Micky-Hardy failed

He put on some sort of head set and placed his Pokeball belt in a box and in moments, as far as he was concerned, he was in a totally different world. It looked just like reality, however, there were obvious things that told him that it wasn’t. In the air floated big signs with writing on them like ‘Bald, you need Mr Hair’ or ‘Wanna see me in the all, click here!’ Internet adverts stalking the sky, people Micky had never met were wondering the floor. Eventually he wondered up to someone, a tall long legged blonde, asking for directions. “Excuse me, where am I?” he asked.

“The triple W of course” she replied in a bimbo-like voice.

“The triple W?” Micky asked, not familiar with internet talk.

“The world wide web silly” she replied.

“Oh, um, how do I get to trade-a-mon.com?” Micky asked, really only on here for that, though this did seem very interesting.

“Well, look for it on a search engine” she said.

“A search engine?”

She shook her head in disbelief of Micky’s lack of internet knowledge and eventually pointed to a giant red train in the distance. “The search engine” she continued. “Talk to the driver, say where you wanna go, he’ll find it for you.”

“Thanks!” Micky said, running towards the giant red train. It looked so old, like one of the trains you’d see in a western movie. The man Micky assumed he was suppose to ask looked just like a character out of one as well, thick bushy black moustache, brown cowboy hat and dressed in a one piece jean tank top thing. “Um, am I suppose to ask you how to reach a website?” Micky asked.

“Yep, that’d be me you wanna be asking” he replied, sounding like a cowboy. Micky really could swear this was all an act, it was too western for it to be real, but then again, he was surrounded by a freak show. There were all sorts of people here, ranging from the elderly, little kids as well as all branches of society, goths, grungers, townies, rudies, almost every ethic group, they were all here.

“Um, can you take me to www.trade-a-mon.com please?” Micky asked nervously.

“Why of course, you ‘ere must be one o’ them trainer sorts right?”

“Yeah” Micky laughed nervously, thinking this guy was telling a very unfunny joke.

“Well, get out on back and we be delivering you there shortly now!” he replied. Micky wondered into the carriage at the back, about twelve other people filling the forty seats that were spread out at two either side. Micky got himself a double seat to himself and after about a five minute wait, the train zoomed off, Micky looking outside the windows only seeing a blur of all the colours of the rainbow.

“Places in Baxton!” the driver shouted. A man and who appeared to be his wife got out of their double seat and left the train before it drove off again. It was four stops, each with about a five second gap in between them before Micky’s destination was finally found. He stepped out of the ‘Search Engine’ and stared in amazement. There was a sign saying ‘Welcome to www.trade-a-mon.com, we hope you enjoy your stay’ that stood before what could only be described as a Coliseum and phone booths. This thing was just like the ancient Roman Coliseum, about two hundred feet in height, a strain on the neck to look at. He marched closer, many people passing by, People entered the phone booths and as soon as the door closed it sprung open again, the person inside missing and room for the next to walk right in and disappear as well.

Micky felt like such an idiot, not having a clue what was happening. He ended up poking some chubby kid of about thirteen on the shoulder, requesting explanations for what was going on. The kid replied “If ya wanna trade Pokemon, it’ll take you to the ‘Union Room’ and from there you can search for the Pokemon you want and see if you can get it. If you want to see Pokemon battles or compete in them walk into the coliseum.”

“Thanks” Micky said gratefully before running off towards the phone booth shaped boxes. The moment he entered the curtain closed. Nothing seemed to happen. In frustration he stepped out and found that something had happened. He stepped into a seemingly endless abyss of a white room, standing in front of a door and a robotic female voice shouted “Username and Password please.” Startled, Micky jumped to his left before realising what the computer was asking.

A keyboard was presented in front of Micky and he typed in Micky-Onimusha-Hardy and his password ‘Johnny Pot Smoker.’ The door opened and Micky stepped into what he assumed was ‘Union Room.’ It was a giant green room, tiled with white in the centre of every eight green tiles on the floor. Micky felt like an idiot again as he had to request help from another bystander. Some girl, probably only ten or so, holding a candy bar in hand began to explain in her sweet little voice. “Go to the front desk and get one of these” she said, holding a blue cell phone like item. It flicked open and looked like a Pokedex inside. “You enter the Pokemon you want to trade in here and when someone wants it will beep, and you can meet with them” she said with a cute little lisp.

“Thanks” Micky smiled, moving through the crowds to the front desk. After getting his name listed he was handed one of these cell phone items called a ‘Union Phone’ and listed Scy as the Pokemon he wanted to be rid of. After about ten seconds the phone beeped. The moment Micky clicked ‘Answer’ he was teleported out of the main union room into a white room that looked like it had no end. Feeling a little bit sick, he stood face to face with the trainer after Scy.

“Hi” the trainer greeted. She looked kind of scary, a little bit taller than Micky and definitely older. Her eyes were a cold icy blue, piercing fear into Micky as he tried to introduce himself. Her hair was about as long as Micky, a natural fiery red. She was pale all over, looking ice cold and starved for food, almost anorexic thin. She was wearing a black cape. She seemed to favour black leather, her tank top, trousers and boots made of it, fitting incredibly tightly on her body. Her voice was so much nicer than her appearance, seemingly nice compared to this cold heartless appearance she had.

“Um, hi” Micky said nervously, flapping his left hand up.

“Zuidra Gonfu” she smirked, putting her hand out.

“Micky” Micky said awkwardly, shaking her hand realising that her skin didn’t just look ice cold.

He shook her hand politely as she asked “You have a Scizor?” with a smile on her face.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I have a lot of Pokemon that I’m willing to trade, I’ll show you a list” she smirked, incredibly determined to get Scy as quickly as she could.

“Wait! Wait! There’s something you should know ‘bout my Scizor” Micky said, his responsible side getting the better of him.

“What?” Zuidra asked, worried he had some sort of crippled Scizor, or even worse, he was lying.

“He’s a little bit…” Micky started to say, thinking of a way to described Scizor’s mentality. “He’s a lil, well, very” Micky started rolling his hand as he started to think of a good word to use leaving Zuidra tense and on edge, wanting to know what Micky was going to say.. “A little bit insane” Micky eventually said grudgingly.

“Cool” she smiled, now totally eager to obtain Micky’s Scizor.

“Well, it really isn’t” Micky replied, not exactly the best person at making his Pokemon look great.

“I come on” she said sarcastically. “A mental Pokemon would be perfect as a guard for my base” she smiled.

“Your base?” Micky asked, not understanding a what she meant. All this time Micky had assumed she was a trainer, why would she have a base, unless she meant a caravan of some sort.

“Secret Base, my one is huge, my Electabuzz smashed a hole into Ornerier Mountain. There’s huge inner tunnels and a brook for my water dragons that pours out as a spring out of the side of the mountain.” Micky really couldn’t be bothered to listen to the story of her base.

“Well, I’m only giving him to you if you’re sure you can handle him and when I’m sure you can” Micky stated, not wanting to feel responsible should happen to this girl referring to herself as ‘Zuidra’

“Well send him out and see” she smiled.

“Um, I dunno if I wanna do that” Micky said unnerved.

“Oh come on, you have the Pokeball, you can withdraw him if he does something stupid.”

Micky thought for a moment before grudgingly grabbing the red and white orb in his hand. He tapped the release button and let out the giant steel mantis, his nerves shaking. A smile formed on Zuidra’s face as Scy formed. Micky stared coldly at him as he turned aggressively to look Micky in the eye. That cold stare soon turned to him attempting to attack Micky. He launched himself at Micky who was already prepared for it, diving to his side and hitting an invisible barrier in the white abyss. “Scizor stop!” Zuidra ordered, shouting at Micky’s Scizor. Scy turned and looked at her in the eye, Micky trying to reach his Pokeball to withdraw him, the red and white orb rolling on the floor from where Micky had let go as he dived. Scizor went to hit Zuidra but he couldn’t. She didn’t flinch she didn’t try to move, she stood her ground as she froze him in place with her ice blue eyes.

“Scy, I dunno why you’re even bothering, this is the web, you can’t hurt me” Micky spat cockily, only just realising they were in a cyber world. “Come on, gimme your best shot asshole” Micky shouted.

“Micky it’s…” Zuidra tried to say, interrupted by Scy kicking Micky directly in the stomach with his right leg, the hard steel smacking into the bone of Micky’s abdomen.

Micky fell back off of his chair as the helmet that put his mind in virtual reality came flying off. He landed hard on the back of his head before effectively doing a back roll onto his knees, gripping his stomach with his left arm and the back of his head with his right. “****!” Micky spat.

“**** are you ok?” Peter shouted dropping down to Micky’s side.

“****, Pokemon can attack you when you aren’t in a real world?” Micky asked rhetorically.

“Yes” Peter shouted. “And get back in there, you’re almost rid of that thing!” Against Micky’s will, Peter shoved the helmet back on. Micky was immediately back where he was before and Scy was there to greet him, hissing as if to say ‘Sure I can’t hurt ya.’

“Scizor, don’t” Zuidra asked.

Micky looked up at Scy angrily but Scy knew that this was gonna be a trade and he’d do anything to get away from Micky, even if it meant obeying another trainer. He preferred this trainer though, she was fearless and controlling. The kind of trainer he wanted. He didn’t want to leave Micky unharmed but he had no choice, at least until he was official no longer under his control. Zuidra withdrew Scy with Micky’s Pokeball and tossed it to him. Micky caught it in both hands and got to his feet. “Proof enough?” Zuidra asked, referring to when Micky said she needed to be able to control Scy before she could get him.

“This still isn’t real life, I doubt he’ll act the same then” Micky said, still a little reluctant to loose his Scizor.

“Jesus Christ, what I gotta do to prove to you that I’m a good enough trainer?” she asked in frustration.

“Look, I dunno” Micky muttered thinking. “Where in Hoenn are you, I can trade with you personally and see if he obeys” Micky said, the best thought he had.

“I live in Kanto” she said rolling her eyes.

“Kanto?” Micky said, the thought never occurring to him.

“Yeah, I said that didn’t I?” Zuidra replied the frustration sinking in and becoming rudeness.

“Look, what’s your screen-name?” Micky asked. “Lemme think about it and I’ll get back to you ok?”

“Dragonfree” she muttered. “When do you intend to, ‘cause if another Scizor becomes available I’m gonna take it” she replied, almost a threat.

“Ok. I’ll come back on this site tomorrow, I’ll get in contact with you, ok?” Micky asked.

“Very well” she groaned back.

“Think you can wait that long?” Micky asked.

“Yeah.”

“Ok good, now how do I get out?”

“Your watch” she said.

“I’m not wearing a watch!” Micky said, glancing to his right wrist to see a black watch on it. “Ah, I see” he smirked. She smiled and nodded and Micky pushed down on it. There was a flash of black before Micky found himself staring into the virtual reality helmet. He removed it and found the computer screen as black as what he saw, reverting back to normal after ten seconds. Micky felt the pain on his back and head return and his hand was no longer free from the cast and functioning, now back to being tightly restricted and putting him in pain with each movement. The watch now gone and probably only appearing in the internet.

“Well?” Purity asked.

“Well what?” Micky replied.

“You know what” Peter spat back.

“I’m gonna speak to her tomorrow” Micky said bluntly.

“Why didn’t you trade now?” Peter asked.

“I just don’t think she knows what she’s getting into. I mean, this is Scy we’re talking about. He kicked almost every **** on the Rustboro police force a few days ago, I really dunno if she can control him” Micky said, thinking about what would happen to her if Scy didn’t obey and feeling it would be on his conscience.

“Ok dude, you are fifteen. Why are you acting like a responsible adult?” Peter asked.

“What is it with you guys and the word dude?” Purity asked. It only just struck Micky and Peter that they seemingly couldn’t refer to anyone as anything but dude and dudess. “You sound like a bunch of stoners” she stated sarcastically.

“That’s ‘cause we are” Micky replied sarcastically.

“Oh ha ha” she spat back.

“Dudes, back on topic, answer the question Micky” Peter ordered.

“See what I mean” she said.

“Yeah” Peter spat. “Sure Sweetheart” Peter continued. He still hadn’t totally warmed up to the idea of having her around. He had pretty sexist views of women, really seeing them as mere sex objects and nothing more. He saw no purpose to Purity’s existence, in his eyes she was just gonna slow Micky down and he really thought he should get rid of her, Karen as well. With Trip being an experienced trainer, Peter felt a bond with him.

“Dude! Dudess!” Micky shouted, now intentionally calling them dude and dudess just to annoy Purity. “Calm it ok, lets just go find Marty and the others ok?”

They eventually agreed with Micky and Micky grabbed his Pokeball belt and the group left the computer room, heading into the crowded streets of Rustboro. With ease they found Marty again and were back to helping him. Karen had all her Pokemon out, all of them helping out. Farfetch’d and Swablu floated around the streets with a sign hanging from their beaks advertising Marty’s store, Raichu used helped pass the plates onto the table but aside from that he was an all round annoyance, Sneasel on the other hand was much better, using her icy powers to keep food frozen until Marty needed it cooked.

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