The Quest for the Legends (version ILCOE) Page 4

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Dragonfree

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Yeah, they were mistakes. @[email protected];; It clearly shows that I was proofreading that at five in the morning...

Alan is somebody who will be introduced in chapter 19.
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

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Ok, that answers my q's, but I got another, (not for you though Dragonfree) Asher: Where in the world did you get alan from? That name isn't even mentioned in the fic...

BOT: I can't wait for the next chapter!!!
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Sorry guys, had to shorten it since spoilers are gone...
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Oh, ok, I get it, you just happened upon her site.. and decided to read huh? *winks* I'm just messin.. or am I? XD OMG I CAN'T WAIT FOR CH 19!!!!
~~Married to PikaPal, My one and only true love!!~~
~~I'm PikaPal's miniture schnauzer!!~~

Clubbies: Official Mew Club, Official Articuno Club, Official Dragonfree Fan Club, Legendary Dogs Club, Shiny Hunters Club, Espeon Club, Fake Pokemon Club, Power Ranger Club, Zelda Club, Pokemon_Veteran Fan Club, Eliana Fan Club, Kingdom Hearts Club, Flygon_Zero Club, Pikachu Club, DF dadragons Club, Sesshomaru Club, Reboot Club

^^ Isn't it cute!! Adopt one at Suita-Raito today!!
Sorry guys, had to shorten it since spoilers are gone...
Color(s) will change periodically..

Dragonfree

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Whee, chapter 19. Big plottyness. I was going to make it longer, but I couldn't resist this cliffhanger. :)




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RATING

Violence: Pokmon battle, very Dragonfree-style.
Gore: Blood.
Sexuality: None.
Profanity: None.
Other: Murder.
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Chapter 19: Good or Evil?

When Mark regained consciousness, he was still in the Pokmon Center, lying on one of the sofas. A crowd of people stood over him; murmurs of Hes waking up went through the group as he opened his eyes. Most of the people left now, but a familiar blue-haired girl still waited.

Mark? You okay? May asked. He mumbled something.

What happened? she inquired. Theyre saying your Scyther attacked you; is it true?

Nah, Mark muttered. It was just the excitement

May very obviously saw right through him, but as usual she didnt ask and just changed the subject instead. Hey, youll be happy when you hear why I waited for you to wake up.

Why? Mark questioned.

I managed to find a guy with an Exeggcute who is willing to let it Teleport us to Green Town. How does that sound?

Great, Mark replied, smiling. May could be very useful sometimes. What time is it? he asked.

Quarter past two, she replied. Oh, yeah, did you get your badge?

Mark blushed. Eh, not really.

May raised an eyebrow. How did it go?

Well, Eevee and Gyarados lost to her Politoed and Vaporeon, and Sandslash and Dratini, who is now a Dragonair, beat her Feraligatr and Quagsire, but then I had just Scyther and Charmeleon left, and

Did they almost kill Charmeleon or something so you had to forfeit? May guessed.

No, Mark replied miserably. I guess I never told you, but Scyther and Charmeleon hate each other.

There was a short silence. Oh, May then answered, seemingly surprised. I didnt know.

Well, Charmeleon basically started taunting Scyther, and then Scyther came and was going to kill him, so I had to recall them Mark explained painfully.

And did you then faint? May questioned disbelievingly.

Er, I took them inside and Scyther, well it was true, he did attack me.

Mays mouth fell open. What? How are you still alive?

He stopped himself just before

But what are you going to do? May interrupted.

What can I do? Mark yelled out in frustration. If hes going to kill me, hell do it before I can do anything about it! He hears through Pokballs and can break out of them! Releasing him would be suicide, trying to get him disposed of some other way would also be, and keeping him in the Pokball makes him a ticking bomb that can explode at any time! Is there anything at all that I can do?

Suddenly, he felt hopeless, small and scared. Why does everything like this happen to me? he whimpered.

Come on, you look silly, May hissed. Just get it through your thick skull that youre not the unluckiest person in the world! Why are you always feeling sorry for yourself? You dont even know if Scyther is a secret assassin and really, if he was, wouldnt he have killed you already? Youre being stupid, Mark. Just stand up, get your badge and stop whining.

Mark felt like he had just been punched in the face, but somehow it was relieving.

Youre right, he said blankly, standing slowly up. Im just being stupid. Ill just go and battle Marge again, and we can go off to Green Town.

Dont take too long, May called after him as he started walking out of the Pokmon Center. Or I might leave without you.

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Mark stepped into the Gym for the second time this day. Marge was still standing at the other end; she bowed slightly when he entered.

Umm, yeah, Im here for a rematch, Mark said nervously. Marge nodded.

And since we were even after two rounds earlier, can we just take one round now? Mark suggested.

Using the same Pokmon? Marge asked emotionlessly.

Eh, Mark got an uncomfortable sting in his stomach, Id prefer not; they wont be able to work together anytime soon.

Then, Marge began, pacing around her end of the arena, you must send out your Pokmon first.

Sure, said Mark, shrugging. Better than nothing.

Go, Scyther and Dragonair!

The mantis and the snake-like dragon came out of the Pokballs, calling out their names.

Interesting said Marge slowly before taking out two of her own Pokballs. Go, Lapras and Starmie.

The sea turtle and the starfish from earlier emerged from the red light, facing Marks Pokmon. He took a deep breath.

Okay, Dragonair, use a Dragonbreath, if you know that, or Twister or something, on Lapras. Scyther can you use Fury Cutter? If not, just a normal Slash. Attack Starmie.

It was first now dawning on to Mark that he didnt know anything about his Pokmons attacks. He remembered Twister from the Pokdex since he checked Dratinis stats in Rainbow Woods, but he had never battled with Scyther before and just vaguely remembered something about Fury Cutter being Scythers signature move. Marge had to think he was an idiot.

Either way, his Pokmon obeyed. Dragonair spun around at high speed, producing a green whirlwind of dragon flames and sending it towards the blue turtle. It let out a high-pitched wail before countering with an icy beam which blasted into Dragonair, clearly leaving him very hurt. Meanwhile, Scyther jumped up and darted towards Starmie. He slashed it loosely and his scythes started glowing faint green. Starmie, seemingly not very much hurt, countered with a beam of ice which sent Scyther flying backwards. He growled as he returned right to the starfish and slashed it again, more powerfully than before.

Both of you, Ice Beam, said Marge calmly. Her two Pokmon both leant backwards, charging up new beams of ice.

Quick, Dragonair, dive! Mark blurted out. Scyther, keep using Fury Cutter but try to dodge the attacks! He knew that Fury Cutter would only increase in power if used many times with not too long between them. If the Pokmon that used it lost concentration, the power would fade completely.

Scyther zoomed down at Starmie and slashed it with his now glowing blades. Dragonair dove into the pool, narrowly avoiding the Ice Beam as Lapras fired it. Starmie aimed well after being struck by Scyther and blasted him into the wall. He shook himself slightly before slashing at Starmie again. With each hit, the glow on his scythes intensified and the slashes got more powerful.

Finally, Scyther slashed Starmie sharply and the starfish collapsed. Marge returned it without words, and issued a command to her sea turtle:

Ice Beam his pool.

Lapras blasted a beam of ice at the pool. The water froze instantly; Dragonair, being underwater, was trapped completely in the middle of the completely frozen pool.

Dragonair, come back, Mark said worriedly, recalling his Pokmon through the sheet of ice. Scyther, keep using Fury Cutter on Lapras! You can do this!

The last words were encouraging, but not convincing. Lapras was not very hurt, but Scyther was getting weak now after having been hit by two Ice Beams from Starmie.

Lapras, Blizzard, Marge said in an icy voice as Scyther rushed towards the sea turtle. Mark clenched his fist while Lapras swung its neck back

A vicious blast of snow and wind obscured the room but it narrowly missed Scyther as he swung out of the way.

His brightly glowing scythe cut powerfully across the base of Laprass neck. The Pokmon let out a screech as blood gushed out; Scyther flew back and landed in the middle of the arena.

I forfeit, said Marge quickly, taking out another Pokball. Out of it came the mermaid cat, Vaporeon. Without a command, it fired a soft stream of water at Laprass cut; for a moment, the stream obscured the wound, but when Vaporeon ended the Water Gun attack, the cut was no longer visible. Lapras winced, but appeared all right.

Marge recalled her Pokmon and walked gracefully across the arena, handing Mark a badge like the one May had.

You battled fairly well, she commented, but rather brutally. She turned to Scyther as she said the last words; he was just finishing licking his scythes clean. He turned emptily to her, looking into her eyes with an odd, blank but somehow tragic expression, and returned to his Pokball.

Sorry, Mark excused awkwardly. Hes a bit strange

Marge didnt reply; she just nodded and then swept around to walk out of the arena. Mark assumed that since he had his badge, he could leave. Hesitating, he turned around and walked out through the door.

May was waiting for him outside.

Got your badge this time? she questioned.

Yeah, Mark replied.

You sound pretty gloomy for somebody whos just won a badge, May commented as she started walking, Mark following.

Mmm, he answered. She just sighed.

You really need to cheer up a little bit, you know. Feel good just once.

Mark was too polite to tell her that he found her extremely annoying, so he didnt answer.

Hey!

A brown-haired boy wearing a green T-shirt ran up to them. Its good I found you; Im in a bit of a hurry, you see - can you teleport now?

May looked at Mark. Umm, I think I have all my stuff, at least, he answered.

Great, said the boy, taking a Pokball from his belt. He threw it to reveal what looked like six pink, creepy eggs with evil grins. They hovered just above the ground, floating slightly up and down.

Come on, Mark, May said, leaning down to touch the eggs. Mark did the same; he couldnt get rid of the feeling that those eggs would bite him, though.

Okay, Exeggcute, said the trainer loudly, Teleport to the Green Town Pokmon Center.

Exeggcute! answered six mischievous voices as the Pokmon started flickering. Then suddenly, Mark discovered that he was in a Pokmon Center; it was one of the pink-furry-carpet ones.

May took her hand off the egg Pokmon, and Mark hesitatingly removed his. The Pokmon started flickering again, and disappeared.

Mark looked around. This Pokmon Center might have had the same architect as the ones in Cleanwater, Alumine and Aquarium City, but it was probably bigger than all three of them put together. That was no surprise, since Green Town was the biggest city in Ouen. It had increased so rapidly in size that it still had that name; in order not to seem like the name was just irony, trees had been planted all around to make it somewhat green.

But the Pokmon Center had no signs of green. Currently its white walls were covered in posters about the Pokmon Festival; it was also crowded with people who were mostly reading the posters and chatting excitedly. A big digital clock on the wall showed the time.

Mark suddenly noticed that May was already standing by a poster, reading. He walked up to her; the poster was a notice that the Gym was closed during the festival.

I think Im going to challenge the Gym Leader now. When are you planning to do it? she said, turning to him.

Not now, at least, Mark answered. I mean, I just came back from the last Gym.

May shrugged. Sure. Bye, then.

Bye.

May hurried out of the Pokmon Center. Mark wasnt sure what to do, but then his eyes found a poster with a big, picture of Chaletwo. The left half portrayed him normally, on a white background; the right half had him colored darker, with the blinding yellow eye open, on a black background. Interested, he walked up to it and started reading.


CHALETWO: GOOD OR EVIL?

Since 870 AW, people have started doubting Chaletwos original claim of not intending to harm any living being. This, of course, is due to the famous Leah-Mary cases.

During his appearance in 870, Chaletwo murdered a twelve-year-old girl by the name of Leah Donaldson using his lethal Death Stare attack, without any apparent reason. After the act, Chaletwo left as he would any other year but this time he took an innocents soul with him.

Leahs family was devastated, and claimed that she could in no way have done anything that might have provoked the Legendary to do this. Most people were doubtful that Chaletwo would commit murder without a reason and the case quickly died down; however when Chaletwo killed another girl the next year, this time fifteen-year-old Mary Goldman from Johto, the voices rose up again fiercely. Two boys followed the next two years



Mark stopped reading. He felt sick already. First Suicune, now Chaletwo! Why were all Legendaries he got the chance to see brutal murderers of some sort? Of course, Suicune had been innocent, since Gyarados was the one who killed the people, but those were apparently murdered within the eyesight of hundreds of people

He must have looked very shocked or pale, because he felt a finger tap his shoulder.

Can I help you?

Mark turned around. The person who asked was a boy who looked a few years older than him; maybe fifteen or so. He had dark, messy hair and something about his face seemed distinctly familiar.

Er not really, I was just reading didnt know about this Mark pointed to the poster.

Ah. The boy looked at him with a somewhat troubled expression. You dont happen to have an interest in Legendaries, do you? he asked suddenly.

Yeah, how did you know? asked Mark, amazed that the boy could just know that from seeing him reading a poster. The boys expression turned still more worried; he bit his lip, but then said slowly:

I think we should talk.


(A/N: In case youre wondering what that year is calculated from, youll see that later.)
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

Still not going to sprite for your fangame. Sorry, but I don't really sprite or give out permission for people to use my fake Pokémon anymore.

Dragonfree

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Age 33
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Seen February 9th, 2020
Posted November 28th, 2012
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19.1 Years
*sigh* When I've written it. Why does everybody keep asking me that when I obviously can't see into the future?
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

Still not going to sprite for your fangame. Sorry, but I don't really sprite or give out permission for people to use my fake Pokémon anymore.

Dragonfree

Teh Spwriter. :3

Age 33
Female
Iceland
Seen February 9th, 2020
Posted November 28th, 2012
1,290 posts
19.1 Years
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RATING

Violence: None.
Gore: None.
Sexuality: None.
Profanity: None.
Other: Nothing special.
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Chapter 20: The Warning

Huh? Mark asked stupidly.

I said, I think we should talk. I really do, the boy emphasized.

Who are you, anyway? Mark asked, puzzled.

Oh, sorry, the boy apologized. My names Alan Ketchum.

Ketchum? Mark suddenly remembered why the boys face was familiar. As in Ash Ketchum?

Er, said Alan and went beet red. Yes, kind of.

Cool! Youre related to him? Mark asked excitedly, forgetting all about a murderous Chaletwo.

Well, yeah, Alan admitted.

How are you related to him? Mark immediately questioned.

Well hes kind of my father. Err Alans gaze darted awkwardly around; Mark barely noticed it as his mouth fell open.

Youre his son? Youre Ash Ketchums son? Mark stared open-mouthed at Alan, not sure if it would be appropriate to ask for an autograph or not. Several people heard him and turned around. Alan screwed his eyes hopelessly shut and looked like he wanted to sink into the floor, then grabbed Marks shoulders and steered him out of the Pokmon Center.

Whats wrong? Mark asked as they came out onto the sidewalk. Alan released him and sighed.

This happens every time I meet somebody

Oh, said Mark blankly. Sorry.

Alan shrugged. Well, its not your fault. Dads famous; of course everybody thinks its great to be his son and get a ton of attention.

Sorry, Mark apologized again. Man, I would love to be his son, he added after a short pause.

I doubt it, Alan just said. Im sure having a famous father sounds nice, but when youve had a famous father for your whole life, youre getting very sick of it.

Mark didnt answer. After all, he had no experience of it. Where are we going? he then asked, noticing that he had been following Alan as he walked down the street.

Home; well have peace there, Alan replied.

Home? You mean to your house? Mark asked wide-eyed.

Yes, Alan answered.

Your house? As in the one where your father also lives? And Pikachu?

Alan sighed. Yes.

Wow! Mark exclaimed, amazed. Can I see them?

Well, Dad is probably working right now hes one of the guys organizing the Pokmon Festival. But I suppose Pikachu might be at home, if he was too lazy to come with Dad...

Can I pet Pikachu? Mark interrupted eagerly.

because of all the kids asking to pet him, Alan finished, rolling his eyes. Look, no offense, but youre kinda predictable.

Mark blushed. Sorry I just always dreamed of meeting Ash Ketchum

Everybody does, Alan muttered. When people meet me, all they want to talk about is him. When people ask me about something, its always Why did you stop Pokmon training after two years? or Why didnt you compete in any leagues? or Is it true that Pikachu isnt one of your favorites? or something else in the direction of Why arent you an exact replica of your father? And everybody thinks I like to have people stare at me just because my father is famous

Mark didnt answer; he felt annoying and stupid.

Anyway; were here.

Alan stopped in front of a rather normal-looking house aside from being bigger than most of the other houses in the area. He stepped up to the door, dug into his pocket to find a key, and inserted it into the lock. After wrestling with the door for a few seconds while muttering some swear words under his breath, Alan opened the door and invited Mark inside.

Mark looked curiously around. The house was somewhat messy, but not exactly a garbage dump either. White walls, mostly green and blue furniture. A ton of photos were hung on the walls, some depicting Ash, some his wife, some Pikachu, some Alan. Both the quality and quantity of the furniture was a bit above what the average person could afford, but not much.

Here, come on.

Alan showed Mark into the kitchen, turned the lights on and inviting Mark to sit down at the table. He hesitatingly took the chair while Alan opened the refrigerator.

Would you like something?

Er I dont really need Mark replied, mainly just for the sake of being polite.

Something to drink? Coke? Pepsi? Alan asked, perhaps feeling that tone in his voice.

Uh, coke, thanks.

Alan took out a bottle of coke and fetched two glasses. After pouring the drink into them, he sat down opposite him.

Anyway Mark started after taking a sip of his coke.

Chaletwo. Alan finished for him.

Yeah, did he really kill four kids?

Yes. Alan nodded sadly. I watched them all.

Huh? Mark asked. Why the heck did you keep coming back too see an evil, murderous Legendary Pokmon stare somebody to death?

He isnt evil! Alan protested.

Killing four random kids sound evil to me, Mark said.

Once you see him, youll change your mind, Alan assured him. Youll just know it. Its impossible that hed kill those kids just for the sheer purpose of being evil.

How do you think you know? Mark argued.

Its just a fact. Ive been there to see him every year since I was born. If there is anything in this world I know, its that Chaletwo isnt evil. Trust me.

They were distracted by a low purr. A big, creamy yellow catlike creature with three stiff whiskers on each side of its muzzle and a gleaming red gem on its forehead trotted into the kitchen. The Persian rubbed itself against Alans hand; he scratched its ears in return.

This is Pamela; shes my pet Persian. Pamela, this is... uh, whats your name again?

Mark, he said. Pamela looked suspiciously at him.

She has a thing about judging people, Alan explained. Either she hates you, and will hiss if you come anywhere near her, or uh oh, I think she likes you. Prepare to be sniffed.

Pamela walked over to Mark and started sniffing at his shoes. She gradually went up his legs, and then put her front paws on the chair to be able to reach his upper half. After looking him in the eyes for a few seconds with a hypnotizing stare, she lowered herself down again and wrapped her tail around his legs, giving him a Pet me look. Alan laughed.

Umm, yeah, Mark said in an attempt to start their conversation again as he stroke Pamelas fur, what were you going to tell me about Chaletwo?

See oh, hi, Vicky.

What looked like a black, floating head drifted through the ceiling. First it freaked Mark out; then he realized that it must be a Ghost Pokmon.

The head floated down and started circling Mark, observing him with curiosity. The Pokmon had long black hair that hovered behind her in uneven, wavy strands, each tipped with red. Red pearls formed a necklace around her neck, which wasnt connected to a body. Her big, red and yellow eyes twinkled.

This is my Misdreavus, Victoria or Vicky. Vicky, this is Mark, Alan introduced them.

Misdree! squealed the ghost happily. Mark smiled; there was something just funny about a head floating in mid-air looking both creepy and cute.

Oh, we get no peace Alan groaned. Mark turned to see what he was looking at. A Vaporeon, like the one Marge had, was walking into the kitchen. Following it was a green raptor with a bright red belly and dark blue leaves on its hands and head, and a nervous Charmander.

Um, this is Mist, my Vaporeon, my Grovyle Racko, and Charlie, who was my starter. Guys, this is Mark.

The Grovyle walked right up to him and grinned.

Grov, said the Pokmon in a greeting of some sort, offering his clawed hand. Mark shook it carefully so he wouldnt cut himself. The Vaporeon started sniffing at his feet like Pamela had, but stopped fairly quickly and curled up on another chair. The Charmander just stood near the wall like he didnt want to get himself noticed.

You kept your Charmander unevolved? Mark asked. Was it because of your fathers Charizard, or did he himself just not want to evolve?

To his surprise, both Alan and Charlie blushed.

Er not exactly, Alan muttered. Charlie uh, just show him

The lizard took a deep breath, faced Mark and closed his eyes. He immediately took a bright white glow and started growing. In a matter of seconds, he changed into a Charmeleon. He smiled awkwardly and then started glowing again; as quickly as before, he changed back into a Charmander.

Mark stared.

Wow, he breathed. Can he become a Charizard like that too?

Alan nodded, still blushing.

Was he born like that or what? Mark asked curiously.

No, said Alan miserably. Its a long story oh, and thats Pikachu.

Mark watched open-mouthed as a well-known yellow rodent stepped inside. Ash Ketchums Pikachu. Mark couldnt believe it. One of Pikachus long, black-tipped ears stood straight up, but the other was almost horizontal, indicating slight surprise. He looked between Mark and Alan, seemingly puzzled.

Pika? he asked quizzically. Pamela, who had been sleeping on the floor, looked grudgingly up and walked out of the kitchen with her tail in the air. Pikachu sneered after her.

Erm, Pikachu, this is Mark, said Alan. Mark, this is Pikachu.

I know this is Pikachu! Mark replied, still staring at the yellow mouse Pokmon. What do you think I am?

Pikachu stepped closer to him and tilted his head. Mark reached out with his hand, not really thinking; he just wanted to get to touch the most famous Pokmon in the world

Mark, Alan whispered, you smell of Pamela.

Mark didnt realize his point until it was too late. Upon smelling his hand, Pikachu released an electric shock from the red pouches on his cheeks. The electricity coursed through Marks body; he stiffened up for a second and managed to fall out of his chair.

Pikachu! Alan scolded, still unable to contain his laughter. Shocking people is rude! When are you going to grow out of it?

Mark crawled back onto his chair. Ow he muttered. That hurt

Piii, said Pikachu, scratching his head.

Sorry about that, said Alan laughing. Hes never liked Meowth, so he wasnt very happy when Dad bought a pet Meowth for me. Then she evolved, and now theyre fully-fledged rivals. Hate anything having to do with each other.

Oh. Mark paused. What were you saying about Chaletwo, anyway?

Oh, yes see the four kids had something in common. Alan was slowly getting back to the dark expression he had worn in the Pokmon Center.

What? asked Mark.

They wanted to catch him.

Mark choked on his coke. What? he spluttered out. You go around saying Chaletwo is oh-so-nice, and next thing you tell me is that he kills people for something that isnt even conscious? Youre contradicting yourself.

I said that was the reason I went back to see him all those years and will do the same now. You, on the other hand, apparently like Legendaries, and looked very taken aback when you saw the poster, so you are definitely within the risk-taking group. Can you tell me honestly whether you want to capture Chaletwo? Just whether you want it, irrelevant of the fact that its impossible and all that?

Mark considered this question with a knot in his stomach. He couldnt deny it to himself.

Id want to catch any Legendary but I still think its wrong to do so

Alan grinned. Look whos contradicting himself now.

Its not the same! said Mark frustrated. Im not contradicting myself; Im saying that my conscious and subconscious minds dont agree!

Well, either way, said Alan, now serious again, I suggest that you dont watch Chaletwo if you dont want your name on the poster next year.

Mark gulped down some more coke. He really wanted to see Chaletwo. After all, he had thought Suicune was a crazy killer but Chaletwo was a real one

Is there any way I can see Chaletwo without the danger of getting killed?

Not really, said Alan. What kills is supposedly not looking into his eyes, just having him direct his eyes at you. Nobody knows whether Chaletwo can kill through video cameras, and nobody has wanted to test that so its not aired on TV anymore. But of course you can probably make yourself a bit safer by concentrating on the risk and not allowing yourself to want to catch him.

Mark still felt uncomfortable about this, but something made him really want to try, however crazy it was it was like something pushed away his fear and told him that he had to see Chaletwo, no matter the cost.

I think Ill try that, he heard his mouth say.

I really, really think you should just forget about it, though, said Alan worriedly.

Nah, Ill be fine, Mark said, more trying to assure himself than Alan. I dont even really want to catch him that much. Just see him. He wasnt sure if this was true. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

Well Alan sounded nervous, good luck.

Thanks for telling me all this, Mark said. Oh, yeah, he mentioned, looking at Charlie, who was still standing by the wall, what is that long story of Charlie?

Er Alan blushed yet again, do you know about Molzapart?

Yeah?

Well er, see, I guess it all started when I was nine. I had a dream one night where Molzapart was talking to Dad. I didnt hear what Molzapart said, though. I told Dad about the dream, and he told me that he had also dreamt Molzapart, and Molzapart had talked to him. I asked what Molzapart had said, but he told me that it was a secret and he mustnt tell anybody, not even me. So basically, I just forgot about it. Well, then I started my Pokmon journey when I got ten, Dad gave me a Charmander, I named him Charlie and headed out. I caught erm, a Pokmon, and then one day Charlie evolved. He didnt want to evolve, but we couldnt stop it so he evolved, and um, well, then I was training with er, my Pokmon, and well, Molzapart appeared to me. And he said that er, he needed my Pokmon for something, and in return he would devolve Charlie. So he did, but Charlie ended up with that ability. So yeah.

Huh? asked Mark, confused. I didnt get one word of that.

Alan sighed. You know, Rick? The Cleanwater City Gym Leader? His first Legendaries were Raikou, Entei and Suicune. He made an attempt to clone them and modify their genes, crazily trying to fuse them into one. The embryo apparently died, and Rick well, threw it out.

Mark nodded. He remembered hearing a vaguer version of this story sometime.

Well, Rainteicune either wasnt dead or was somehow brought back to life.

Wait a minute, asked Mark in disbelief, youre saying you caught a Raikou, Entei and Suicune super-clone fuse?

Well, said Alan, blushing yet again, not super-clone. Just a slightly more powerful clone. And he was just a cub, really, he added. Well, either way, I took him to Dad he was really cute and I didnt know what he was and naturally Dad was freaked. He took him to Gary Oak to do some research on him, but then he was already attached to me, so they asked me just to keep him.

Well, then, a while later, Charlie fainted in a battle. When I took him to the Pokmon Center, he regained consciousness when nobody was with him and started to evolve, and because he was still really weak and hadnt gotten any medicine, he couldnt resist the evolution. Because he didnt want to evolve, he got a bit depressed well, very depressed and I started keeping him more and more inside his Pokball, using Rainteicune instead. When people asked me what he was, I just claimed he was newly discovered and nobody questioned me further because, well, after all I am Ash Ketchums son. Only time thats done me any good, but anyway

Then, one day, I was training in the mountains, and I saw Molzapart. He flew to me, and naturally I was really scared and all, but he told me to wait so I stopped. Molzapart explained that Rainteicune was a Legendary even if he was man-made and should be wild he was pretty grown up then, too but because I really loved Rainteicune, he offered to devolve Charlie instead. In order to do that, he needed to get energy for his technique Devolution Beam, and this energy had to be gotten from another living creature. He therefore used something called Power Drain on Rainteicune which must have been horrible; he was in real pain and then used Devolution Beam on Charlie, but it turned out that because Rainteicune was a modified clone fusion, it didnt have the effect it was supposed to have. Instead, it made his form unstable so that he started to randomly evolve and devolve at the unlikeliest moments, but we didnt find out about that yet since it appeared to have worked.

Anyway, I released Rainteicune, who was very hurt from that Power Drain thing but Molzapart said that he would be all right, and he went away with Molzapart. Then we discovered Charlies instability, and first I thought it would be even worse, but Charlie started gaining control of it after a few days, and now he can evolve and devolve as he wants. So yeah, thats how it happened.

There was a long silence after this story. Mark, naturally, was amazed. Charlie appeared to have found something very interesting about the wall. Alan just sat there awkwardly, every now and then lifting his glass to drink. After a while, Mark looked at his watch.

Um, my friend went to the Gym and she must have finished the battle by now thanks for the story, though. And the coke.

Alan suddenly seemed to snap out of a trance. Wait! he said worriedly. Ive told you way too much I dont even know you you wont tell anybody about Rainteicune or anything, will you? I might just have saved your life and all.

Of course I wont, Mark said simply. Oh, yeah thanks for the warning too.

Alan smiled. Youre welcome.

Bye, said Mark as he stood up before leaving the house.

He was deep in thought.
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

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Whoa, I love this chapter, and I loved that cliffhanger!! Awsome chapter!! I love it!! Keep up the good work Dragonfree, its awsome!! Can't wait till the next chapter!! I'll be waiting!!
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Violence: No real violence, no...
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Profanity: A "****".
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The Pokmon Festival - May 21st: Evolution

Mark was nervous.

He hadnt told May anything about where he had been; he had just claimed he had been doing stuff. Her being her, she didnt question him about that. They had then spent the rest of the day reading the posters in the Pokmon Center, deciding which events they wanted to attend over the next four days and signing up for them. Mark couldnt concentrate on anything; all he could think about was why Chaletwo would kill people for wanting to catch him he couldnt help wondering why only one person each year had wanted to catch a Legendary Pokmon. Even if Alan said it, and even if he was Ash Ketchums son and all, it just didnt make sense. There was no way anybody who stood in front of Chaletwo with a Pokball wouldnt want to throw it. And if that wasnt the reason, what was it then?

He also wondered about Alans claim that Chaletwo couldnt be evil. That made no sense either, unless Alan could read Chaletwos mind. And Mark just couldnt figure out in what other way Alan could have just known that Chaletwo wasnt evil. Maybe he was just biased or something but why would he be biased with a murderous Legendary Pokmon?

Whatever he started thinking, it always ended in a cold shiver running down his spine as he came to some creepy conclusion. He had not had much of an appetite for the rest of the day, and had then had a very hard time sleeping. When he did fall asleep, he dreamt nothing but glowing yellow eyes and the four pearly ghosts of the kids Chaletwo had killed. He felt no better now, as he lay awake in his bed in the Pokmon Center, his mind still revolving around Chaletwo.

There was a knock on the door. Mark? We have to arrive at the evolution-thingy in an hour. If youre still asleep, wake up already, and if youre just sitting there doing nothing, get a move on.

Mark groaned, slowly getting up. Today there was something that had the clich name of The Evolution Solution. It was for trainers with Pokmon who evolved by evolution stones; Mark had spoken to Eevee and he had decided that he was ready for evolution.

After Mark fastened his Pokball belt around his waist, he hesitated, but then took Eevees ball. He looked at it for a few seconds. Go, Eevee, he then said absent-mindedly, dropping the ball onto the floor. The brown furball materialized out of red light and looked up at Mark.

This is your day, Mark said. Eevee just nodded unsurely.

Are you sure youre ready for this? Mark asked, concerned. We can still quit.

I think so, said Eevee nervously. Does it hurt to evolve?

Mark recalled his conversation with Charmeleon after evolution. Well, Charmeleon said it mainly felt amazing but he did mention a bit of pain at one point, yes. He spoke of it like it was very little, though, so its probably not that bad.

Eevee thought a bit. I I think Im ready

Are you sure you want to evolve now? asked Mark softly.

Eevee swallowed, collecting his courage for a second, but then replied: Yes.

All right. Mark smiled. Im sure it wont be so bad. He paused. Would you feel better if you got to be out of your Pokball for a while?

Eevee nodded slightly; Mark bent down and picked him up. His fur was so soft; Mark realized sadly that he could probably never stroke it again.

Mark, are you coming? came Mays annoyed voice from outside the room. He adjusted Eevee in his arms so that he could unlock the door, and opened it. May was tapping her foot impatiently.

Finally, she grumbled, but still took the time to smile at Eevee and stroke his bushy tail. He soon fell asleep in Marks arms, like he just wanted to be comfortable for his last hour of being an Eevee. Mark felt odd; he kind of wanted to quit suddenly now, but Eevee had made his decision.

Why arent you entering Pikachu, anyway? Mark asked May thoughtfully. Doesnt Pikachu evolve with a Thunderstone?

Yeah, May answered, but once Pikachu evolves, it loses almost all of its ability to learn new techniques. So in the long run its a big disadvantage to evolve a Pikachu too soon.

Mark hesitated before daring to ask the next question: What does he think?

May shrugged. I dont know. Havent asked.

Mark wasnt feeling nosy enough to comment on that further, besides that May had always done him the favor of not asking too much; instead, he just changed the subject. Are we getting breakfast anywhere? he asked in spite of himself; he wasnt sure if hed be able to eat much either way.

We can pick something up at a fast food restaurant, said May. Then we have to be at the Green Town Stadium an hour before it actually starts so that you can confirm that youre entering Eevee, and then well, I dont know what exactly happens then. Well find out. Somehow Eevee gets evolved, and we can relax for the rest of the day.

Okay, Mark replied. He shot a glance at Eevee; he was still fast asleep, purring softly.

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Are you signed up for the Evolution Solution?

A green-haired woman with butterfly-shaped pink glasses asked this question politely with a smile pasted over her face. Mark was probably one of the first people to arrive; at least no line had formed yet, which wasnt that surprising considering that even with the rule of entrants having to arrive an hour before it actually started, they were very early.

Yeah, Eevee is entered, he replied through the hole in the glass that separated the gray outside world from the womans booth. The name is Mark Greenlet.

The woman turned to her computer and entered something. She peered uninterestedly at the screen, and then stretched out her hand without looking at Mark.

The entrant, please.

Mark cautiously woke Eevee up. The Pokmon looked noticeably more content than he had before; Mark still felt a little twinge of guilt.

Are you still positive you want to go on with this?

Vi, Eevee yawned, stretching. Mark nodded slowly, taking the Pokball and touching the Pokmon so that it dissolved into red light. As Eevee was zapped into the ball, Mark realized with sadness that he would never hold Eevee again.

The woman still waited, her chin resting in her palm as the other arm, still outstretched through the hole in the glass barrier, moved impatiently. Mark slowly minimized the Pokball and put it in her hand; the pale, delicate fingers closed around the sphere and she looked uninterestedly at it before putting it under a tube connected to the computer. She pronouncedly pressed a key, and the ball was sucked up into the end of the tube.

Here, she said, fetching two buckets from under her desk and handing them to Mark through the glass. He curiously read off one of the buckets:

EVOLUTION STONES FULL SET

Why are you giving us the evolution stones? May snorted from behind Mark. Are we supposed to throw them at the Pokmon or what?

Thats the basic idea, yes, said the woman coldly. May shoved Mark aside to speak to the woman directly.

What? Were supposed to go in there and throw rocks at our own **** Pokmon? Thats totally barbaric!

You might want to keep your temper a little bit until youve heard the full story, the woman replied calmly. Your Pokmon will now, with the aid of the Baton Pass technique and some of our special Pokmon, get their defensive abilities strengthened to the point that they wouldnt feel a Snorlax stomping on them. We guarantee that to your Pokmon, this will simply be a game, and everything would be much easier if you would just look at it the same way.

Oh said May blankly. Well, then its not that bad, I guess.

It certainly isnt, the woman stated, somehow not sounding convincing. Also, she continued as she observed her long, perfect, blood red fingernails, as a safety precaution, we will keep your other Pokmon until the Evolution Solution is over.

She took out two empty, white Pokball trays from a big stack beside her and handed them to Mark and May. They took out all their Pokballs just as a blond-haired boy sped up to them. He ran right into Mays back, and she fell over. Mark was reminded of when he himself had met her for the second time, and smiled as May stood up, muttering swear words under her breath.

Look what youve done! she snapped at the boy. My Pokballs are all over!

She started picking up the spheres that were rolling around on the ground.

Sorry, the boy panted. Mine fell too.

He also started picking up the Pokballs while May groaned.

Just great! Now we need to send out all the Pokmon to know whose are whose!

No need for it, said the woman in the booth calmly. We do an ID check on all the Pokmon before giving them back to you, anyway.

Oh all right. May took the nearest six balls and placed them in the Pokball tray, handing it to the woman. She glared nastily at the boy, who was still picking up his Pokballs, as they continued into the stadium.

The stadium itself was medium-sized and rather plain; it had standard Pokmon arena markings and many rows of seats. There were a few people already there, but not many. Mark and May found themselves good seats, and then just sat and waited as time passed and the seats around them gradually filled up.

This whole thing was a temporary distraction from anything having to do with Chaletwo; however, Eevee had taken his place as what kept haunting Mark as he sat in his seat and waited for the Evolution Solution to start. Maybe he was just paranoid, but if he were subjected to something that was supposed to make him not feel if a rock hit him in the head, he would be very nervous and constantly afraid it would wear off or not work or something. Was Eevee feeling the same? Was he perhaps now wishing that he had just said no when Mark asked him if this was what he really wanted? And what if the stones did hurt him?

But Mark could only wait. It seemed like ages until finally, the crowded stadium silenced and the Pokmon stepped in.

They were all kinds of stone-evolving Pokmon. There werent that many Eevee seeing as most would rather choose their own evolution, and Mark also noticed that Pikachu were somewhat in a minority there were too many Ash Ketchum wannabes in the world. Otherwise there were all kinds of stone-evolving Pokmon. Some of them looked a bit nervous; others seemed just excited. Mark discovered one of the Eevee looking up at him; he wasnt sure if it was really his Eevee, but he waved slightly anyway.

Well, the rules of this game are simple, boomed a voice over the stadium. You throw the stones at the Pokmon, and once a Pokmon evolves, it will also help throwing the stones that you didnt hit with. The game goes on until all the Pokmon have evolved. The stones will absolutely not hurt your Pokmon, so dont worry! You may now start throwing!

The crowd excitedly started opening buckets. Mark wasnt going to throw any stones; May opened her bucket, took out a lime green, smooth stone with a yellow lightning bolt shape inside it, and put it in her pocket admittedly half of the stone was still poking out. All around them, people were throwing evolution stones down to the arena.

The Pokmon scattered, trying to get away from the rain of evolution stones despite knowing that in the end they would get evolved no matter what. All of the stones at first either missed and fell to the ground or hit Pokmon that they didnt affect; the claim that the Pokmon wouldnt be hurt was proven when a Growlithe that got hit by a Thunderstone shook it off easily. The first Pokmon that evolved, however, was a Pikachu that tripped over a Thunderstone lying on the ground. When the rodent came into contact with the mineral, it became enveloped in a white glow as it lay sprawled on the ground and grew, its ears becoming butterfly-shaped, the tail threadlike with a lightning bolt on the end, and the general shape more chubby. The glow faded, and the newly-evolved, orange-colored Raichu stood up. Some people in the crowd cheered.

The Raichu spotted a green, fossil-like stone with a leaf pattern in it, grabbed it and hurled it at a nearby Weepinbell. The Leaf Stone hit, and the green bell-shaped plant Pokmon started glowing white; its body lengthened and a leaf in a kind of a thread grew on its back. When the white light faded away, the Victreebel was upside-down; the Raichu helped turn it over, and then Victreebel smacked its leaf into a bright yellow, flame-like stone so that it hit a reddish brown fox Pokmon with six curly tails a Vulpix. Mark watched it evolve, growing three more tails as the others straightened, and become a creamy yellow Ninetales.

The Pokmon were evolving faster now. Mark saw an Eevee being hit by a blue stone and evolving into a Vaporeon as the Raichu who first evolved offered a Thunderstone to another Eevee. He saw two Flareon at a glance, but as far as he could see, there were no unevolved Eevee left. His stomach churned uncomfortably; his second Pokmon ever had evolved now. There was no turning back.

A weary, white baby seal Pokmon was finally now hit by a Water Stone; once it had changed into a more graceful adult Dewgong, there were only two unevolved Pokmon left, both of them being chased by some of the evolved ones. One was a Growlithe who was clearly enjoying himself a lot; the other was a Pikachu who wasnt enjoying it at all it was in fact giving off flurries of electricity as if to fend the others off. Most of them stopped when they saw this, but some were still following it determinedly.

Thats my Pikachu! May suddenly realized.

Marks eyes widened. The guy who bumped into you must have intended to enter his own Pikachu, and they just used a Pokdex to identify the Pokmon inside so after the balls got mixed up, he entered your Pikachu without knowing it wasnt his

Pikachu, come up here! Its a misunderstanding! May called out to her Pokmon. A few people turned around to see what was going on; Pikachu, now the only unevolved Pokmon in the arena as the Growlithe had given up just a second earlier, answered with a quick Pika! and then hurried upwards past the first rows of seats. Once he came to the row that Mark and May were sitting in, he ran quickly past all the feet and finally jumped into his trainers lap, exhausted. Then he started emitting a bright white glow as Mark noticed that he had accidentally touched the Thunderstone halfway down Mays pocket.

Everybodys eyes were on the blue-haired girl whose Pikachu apparently shouldnt have been there but was still somehow evolving now. She just watched, stunned, as Pikachu grew into a Raichu like the first one to evolve.

Rai, said Raichu, scratching his head.

Oh, said May blankly. No more attacks for you, I guess.

May could be so strange. Mark knew that if there was one thing he would not care about if this had happened to his Pokmon was whether it would learn some attacks or not.

Well, May sighed, guess this event isnt going to be any longer.

It looks like all the Pokmon have evolved and we even got to see an interesting twist at the end! We would like to wish you all to return any evolution stones you may not have used at the entrance. Goodbye, and enjoy the rest of the Pokmon Festival! came the booming voice.

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The name is Mark Greenlet Id like to get my Pokmon.

The same woman from earlier sternly handed Mark his Pokball tray. He attached the balls carefully to his belt; then he had to move out of the line. May had already gotten her Pokmon sorted out, and they walked off.

What did Eevee evolve into, anyway? May asked curiously.

Didnt check yet, Mark admitted, blushing. He stopped and took out Eevees Pokball. He took a deep breath.

Go.

Mark dropped the ball. A beam of red light shot out of it and took shape into something with a catlike head, long rabbit-like ears

And covered in spikes.
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

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EEK. JOLTEON.

*dies* That was SUCH a surprise. Honestly. XD! I thought...nvm. Vaporeon would've been cool too. But JOLTEON. Surprise, surprise~ That's just, wow. I loved this ending of the chapter. It made me hyper. =)

The Evolution festival was pretty confusing, how the evolutions could happen at random, but it's a nice touch of originality. (Jolteon...teh omg. I love it. Just love. <3) I felt a bit bad for May's Pikachu...I always thought it never should evolve. Ah, well, Raichus aren't so bad.

Everything's pretty steady in this chapter (JOLTEON) and I'm glad Eevee finally evolves, through a very original way. 'Twas cool, although my mind was focused on a Vaporeon for a second, or perhaps a Flareon. But Jolteon fits as well. The ending was positively...

^^; Nice job on the chap, Dragonfree! (Jolteon @[email protected])

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That was kewl, I liked.. Loved the orginality of the "evolution thingy" to quote May.. but personally I wouldn't do that, I like to know what pokemon my pokemon is going to be.. just an opinion, still like how you did it, still rate this fic 100/10!
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::GASP!:: Ok I finally got here and read this. I really wanted to see what the hype was about and whether this deserved it or not. And the answer is yes. I guess I'll just go through my review rant before I actually talk.

Grammar/Spelling- Nothing I could see wrong so I give you a 10/10 (keep in mind, that I'm not good at that so, getting a ten from me is like having an ant tell you you're tall)

Plot-Hmm, I like it, still not sure where the actual thing is going, but I like it. 9/10

Characters- This is probably my least favorite portion of your fic. I don't know why, but your characters are kind of like people I would hate if they were real. Mark seems like a wimp and a whiner and May just seems like a troublemaker. I tend to avoid people like that. Also, your Pokemon. The biggest problem I have with your fic is the PKMN's names. I absolutely hate it when Charmanders are referred to as Charmander and Eevee's as Eevee. Would you like to be called Human? It's the same thing. Pokemon are sentient creatures (you do a good job of showing that) and they deserve to have real names, and not names from trainers, but names that would be used by others in the wild. I give you a 7/10 (SRY)

Description- I believe it was you who said you don't need a lot of description (on Dragonfly Cave) and I agree. Unless the thing is extremley important to the story, it just slows the progression down. 10/10

Ok, I think that's that. that brings your fic to a 9/10 on my scale. That also qualifies you as a winner of my Tenebra Award. Not that you really care, but you're only the second person to win that award from me, so.. Congratulations.

Jolteon, ::sigh:: A mi, Me degusta Jolteon (sry, a lil spanish in there) anyway, I obviously would never have done that evolution thingy because, I don't like using stones to evolve evee, UMBREON!! I wish he had evolved to Umbreon, but.. whatever. Oh, and very good job not naming who Ash's wife is, you definitely do not need a crap load of Shippers coming after you. Also, you and I, despite the fact that you severely dislike me, think a lot alike. For example, we both have underwater cities in our fics, (although mines a lil more like the one of Star Wars Episode 1), our main characters both catch a Gyrados as a early Pokemon (3rd for me, 3rd or 4th for you). I just thought Id point that out, and let you know, I didnt steal your ideas.

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The name thing for the Pokmon is about to be explained in this very chapter...

You mentioned two characters you don't like; surely there must be at least that many characters that the reader doesn't like in every fic out there unless the author is really, really bad at making sensible characters. Have you ever read anything where all the characters are people you'd want to be around? I highly doubt you'd want to be around most villains.

What I think you really are complaining about is the fact that here, it's the protagonists who you wouldn't want to be around, not some characters that are there for the reader to hate. But the thing is, real people aren't all likeable. Frankly I don't think you can really subtract from somebody's score on characters for having characters you don't like, to be honest. Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is probably the least likeable character I've ever read about, and that's exactly what makes her so brilliant. You can subtract from the character score for unrealistic or flat characters, but not ones that you don't like.

I hate Umbreon. In the original, Mark bought a Thunderstone to evolve Eevee, actually, so it's not the event's fault...

Anyway, new chapter.
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Violence: Pokmon battles...
Gore: None... just a mention of throat-slitting.
Sexuality: None.
Profanity: None.
Other: Nothing special...
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A/N: I'm afraid that I decided how to start this chapter before realizing that not all of my readers had gotten the ending of chapter 21, so I'll have to clarify it here: Eevee evolved into a Jolteon. The "and covered with spikes" was supposed to make that clear, but I guess it didn't. I'm not going to change the beginning of the chapter to stuff that in, so you'll have to put up with this awkwardness...


The Pokmon Festival May 22nd: The Attack Approval

Mark! Wake up already if you want to train for the Attack Approval before it starts!

He hadnt been sleeping, actually. He had been lying in his bed, staring into the ceiling and thinking. He had dreamt about Chaletwo, with Eevee and Mays Pikachu mixed in, between waking up abruptly. Usually the last thing he remembered before waking up was a pair of glowing, yellow eyes Chaletwos, presumably. If only he knew what it meant

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. The Attack Approval. That was something May was very enthusiastic about; she had picked up a booklet on it on their first day in Green Town, and according to it, the contestants would battle judges and were supposed to basically show their ability to create techniques in battle. If they did it well enough, they would get a license for being allowed to use such moves in the Pokmon League. Mark was really just entering it in hopes of getting an official permission to use Gyaradoss powerful attack in the League; the sea monsters color had now returned to normal and he seemed to be at full power, but it had taken him a while after having used the attack three times in a row.

Mark stood up and quietly dressed; then he opened the door to see that May had given up waiting for him. He sighed and decided just to go and train by himself.

As he exited the Pokmon Center and walked slowly out of the city, he looked around for some sort of a pool of water which Gyarados could be released into. It was very grassy around Green Town. A huge forest called Ruxido loomed in the west and Mark knew that the last Gym of Ouen was located in the south somewhere. He wandered off towards Ruxido, figuring that he could just as well go there as somewhere else.

After about ten minutes of walking aimlessly around in the woods making carefully sure, of course, to know where the exit was Mark still found himself in a completely dry forest. Sighing, he sat down on a rock to think.

A sound was heard. Mark jumped, his heart beating against his ribcage as he stared intensely at the spot where the sound came from.

Leee came a small squeal. A small, curious white head poked out from behind a tree. The head looked kind of alien-like; it would have reminded Mark of an Eevee if it hadnt been for the fact that it had absolutely no visible features except for two big, cute, ruby red eyes that were pointed at him in a hypnotizing stare.

Mark sat still, and the Pokmon stepped out to observe him better. It was about the size and shape of an Espeon apart from having a bigger head; the limbs were slender and catlike. The whole body was pure white, covered in fine hairs, with absolutely no markings or special features at all. Behind it, the creature whipped an incredibly flexible, thin tail back and forth like a pendulum; left, right, left, right, left, right

Ten seconds or so passed before Mark came back to his senses and realized that the Pokmon had just attacked him with Hypnosis. He blinked a few times; the creature, which still stood in the same spot, stared at him without blinking. There was something very creepy about it.

Mark slowly took out his Pokdex and pointed it at the Pokmon. A beep was heard.

Leta, plain Pokmon, said the Pokdex electronically. Its tail has no bones in it and is very flexible. It is usually shy and tends to use its Hypnosis attack to lull its opponent to sleep instead of fighting.

Mark nodded and closed his Pokdex. He stood slowly up and grabbed a Pokball.

Go, Jolteon! Paralyze it with a Thunder Wave!

Mark had checked Jolteon in the Pokdex the day before, just after seeing what Eevee had evolved into. In addition to the evolution, he had gained the ability to use Thunder Wave and Bite.

The yellow Electric Pokmon sprang out of the Pokball. The long spikes he had in place of fur crackled with electricity, and when he came down on the ground, he sent a flurry of sparks flying at the Leta. The terrified Pokmon attempted a run for it, but its muscles stiffened up before it could get away.

Now, Jolteon, use a Bite!

Jolteon nodded and sank his small but sharp fangs into the Letas tail. It cried out in pain and managed with difficulty to raise its paw and attempt to scratch Jolteon, but just hurt itself on the spikes. Mark felt a bit sorry for it, but he shook it off; he was going to catch it.

Slowly, he reached for an empty Pokball.

LEEE! screamed the Leta. Mark understood it as some kind of a call for help.

Leeee, came a chorus of deeper but similar cries from deep inside the forest. The parents were answering. And the relatives. And the friends.

Mark stopped dead, but then threw the Pokball quickly, his heart beating hard. The immobile Pokmon was sucked into it, it wobbled once, twice, thrice

As the ball stilled with a small ping, a deafening roar sounded. Mark quickly recalled the unnerved Jolteon and picked up the Pokball containing Leta. Meanwhile, a whole herd of large, shining beasts emerged from behind the trees and surrounded him.

They were large, resembling horses in size, but had paws with very large, intimidating black claws. Like Leta, they had fine, white fur, but their backs and tails were covered in shiny, metallic armor. In comparison to the rather long neck, the rounded head seemed small; in each head, two red eyes like Letas glinted. But the most noticeable feature of these Pokmon was definitely the metal mask that covered the face. It consisted of three two-foot-long blades: one started between the eyes and continued upwards past the forehead, bending slightly backwards; the other two covered the cheeks, grew below the eyes and then continued on backwards, bending inwards. A kind of spike grew upwards out of each of those two blades slightly behind the eyes, its length varying between the individuals; on some of them it stood pretty straight up, but on others it started off growing backwards but then started bending forward. The three blades met in the muzzle, which was like a rounded chunk of metal.

The Pokmon stood perfectly still while Mark stared terrified at them. Some scratched the soil impatiently while shooting glances at each other. Mark just stood there, the Pokball still clutched in his hand, staring at the monsters.

What is this? asked one of the Pokmons voices from the back; it was noticeably one of the deeper ones. A few of the Pokmon stepped aside to make room for the asker.

Mark gasped at the sight of the Pokmon that stepped forward. It was a bit different from the rest its armor was black like the claws and its fur had a bluish tint, appearing to sparkle slightly. It was a Shiny, and also appeared to be the leader.

This human caught Hope, said a voice that sounded female. We must do something.

The Shiny stared at Mark and the Pokball in his hand for a while.

Leave it, he finally said, turning around. Shes old enough to be caught, and if she was not strong enough to prevent this, she belongs to him now.

Vigor, she is your daughter! the female protested.

The leader turned his head slowly. She doesnt have the Shine.

But shes your daughter! Shes my daughter! screamed the female as Vigor turned and started walking sadly away. He ignored her, and hesitating, the herd followed him. The mother turned desperately to glance at the Pokball in Marks hand, but then followed the herd.

Mark, who had been frozen with fear since the Pokmon came, quickly whipped out his Pokdex.

Letaligon, metallic Pokmon. They are an unusual species in that Shinies are unusually common. They live in groups of around thirty, each with one shiny leader. The armor on their bodies is very strong, but light as well.

He closed the device. He realized that the right thing to do would probably be to release the Leta and let her go back to her mother, but even though he didnt want to admit it, the greedy part of him just wanted a new Pokmon. He made up some quick excuse about her father being mean, and decided to keep her.

Leta, go.




The Pokmon came out of the ball, looking around.

Are they gone? she asked. Mark nodded.

Can I come back here when youve made me strong? She was staring in the direction that the herd had gone off to, clearly upset about her father and determined to prove herself to him.

Mark nodded again. Yes, you can. He paused, but then added: Can you do me a favor? Do you know a lake or something here?

Leta smiled and disappeared behind some trees to the left. Mark followed, laughing.

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Your mother called you Hope Mark said curiously to Leta as she bent down to drink. She had taken him to a clearing in which there was a largish pond; he had sent out his other Pokmon too and they were now drinking or just relaxing and stretching. Is that your name?

Pokmon names dont work like human names, Scyther commented before Leta had the chance to answer. In our language, any sound you make is strictly connected to a meaning, which isnt the most comfortable way to have one special name that everybody is supposed to know you as. We introduce ourselves as members of our species, and then we give each other nicknames as we see fit.

Oh. Mark paused as Scyther lapped up some more water. It doesnt really make any sense, but it still does. I mean, Ive always known that you use the word Trainer as a name when referring to your own trainers, so I kinda shouldve figured that if you used names for each other youd probably also use names for humans but somehow Ive never thought of it that way.

Scyther chuckled. We dont mind just being referred to by the name of our species. Especially if were used to that. You can just keep up what youre doing now; youre not offending us.

Mark smiled. Well, thats good.

I wouldnt want you to call me that anyway, Leta said quietly. Mark nodded.

Er, well, guys, anyway, what I originally came here with you for was training for the Attack Approval thats going to be he looked at his watch, in approximately forty-five minutes. Basically, were supposed to battle some judges and show off our creative skills. Gyarados, you were what I really had in mind

Gyarados just nodded.

Does your special attack have a name?

I call it Dragon Beam, the sea monster replied.

How did you learn it? Mark asked curiously.

I dont know, Gyarados answered dully. I just could do it after I evolved.

Mark was still puzzled about it, but he was at least positive that Gyarados werent supposed to be able to use anything that resembled a red laser beam that could chase the target, freeze, burn, paralyze and defeat a Legendary in one hit.

Oh why do you stay gray when youve used it often? Mark asked, remembering what he had been intending to ask.

Dont know that either, Gyarados just said. But my strength always comes back, even if it takes a while. I experimented a lot with it in the Lake of Purity.

Well, at least, then Ill tell you to use Dragon Beam when I want you to use it, Mark concluded. Guys, any of you got anything special to show off?

The Pokmon looked at each other and shook their heads.

Well, Mark said, shrugging, if you think of something, youll use it. All right?

His Pokmon nodded in agreement; Mark seemed to notice Dragonair giving him a look.

Great. Mark looked at his watch. Wed better get going, I guess.

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Hi, Mark!

Mark turned around. It was Alan, who was standing just outside his house.

Oh, hi.

You going to the Attack Approval? Alan questioned. Its not starting yet. Dad overslept, and hes one of the judges, so hes getting ready now.

Oh. Mark paused. Er are you leaving soon? You came out of the house

Well Alan muttered. I like to be a bit ahead of him. Entering with him is kinda embarrassing.

Mark nodded. Well, then we can go now.

Alan shrugged and they started walking towards the Stadium.

How does the Attack Approval function, anyway, if you get your technique-creating license? Mark asked.

Well, the judges add a thingy to your Trainer card

Trainer card? Mark stopped abruptly. Its added on your trainer card?

Alan looked puzzled at him. Yes, of course. What else?

But what if Mark twiddled his thumbs nervously. What if you didnt have one?

Alan responded with a rush of laughter. Wait, youre serious? he then added worriedly.

Erm Mark replied, blushing. Kind of.

But you have Pokmon! Alan said in disbelief.

Yeah I found Charmander outside, bought a Pokdex and set off didnt remember I had to get a license Mark felt horribly awkward, but he couldnt train illegally forever.

Alan stopped to think for a moment. Then he said: Come. Lets speak to Dad.

Mark followed him doubtfully back into the house, only to meet the famous Ash Ketchum in the doorway.

Mark was stunned for a second. He stared at the dark-haired man who looked like an adult version of Alan. What he found funny was that every time he had seen Ash on TV, he had looked very tidy and formal. Right now he was just wearing rather normal, boring clothes, looking tired and clearly having had absolutely no time to comb his hair, which all stood on end. The yellow mouse Pokmon stood just inside, seemingly saying goodbye.

Mark grabbed the mans hand and shook it nervously. Mr. Mr. Ketchum delighted to meet you err um eh

Nice to meet you. Are you a friend of Alans? Ash asked, smiling slightly.

Not a friend exactly we met the other day

Well, Alan interrupted, basically, hes an illegal trainer and needs a license.

Mark looked nervously at him, worried that this had been way too bluntly put, but Ash just peered thoughtfully at Mark.

Send out your Pokmon, please.

Mark doubtfully reached for his Pokballs, sending out his non-aquatic Pokmon. Charmeleon glared at Scyther, but he ignored it. I have a Gyarados too, Mark said.

My name is Ash Ketchum, Ash addressed the Pokmon. You might have heard of me.

Marks Pokmon nodded in agreement; Charmeleon, however, looked him in the eyes.

Heard of you? he said with a small smile.

Oh! Ashs expression brightened. Nice to see you all evolved and grown-up! I gave you to Ricks son, though, didnt I? Did he trade you?

Charmeleon shrugged. Long story.

Alan, Ash turned to his son, thats Charlies younger brother! Did you know that?

No, Alan replied, looking at Mark. Its a small world, eh?

Well, anyway, Ash continued before Mark had the chance to answer, directing his next question at Marks Pokmon, what do you honestly think of your trainer?

Hes nice, Charmeleon answered. A little foolish, though He shot a glance at Scyther and then at Mark, who just blushed.

He is very kind and cares about us, said Sandslash. Not the best battler, but a good person.

He saved my life, said Jolteon quietly.

Mine too, Charmeleon added.

Hes not bad, Dragonair just said.

I dont know what hes like, he just caught me earlier, said Leta.

And you? Ash inquired, turning to Scyther.

The mantis took his time to answer. He looked into Ashs eyes for a long while, and then at Mark.

I came with him, he then began slowly. I needed him something to give me a purpose after leaving behind all that I ever loved something to make life worth living so I wouldnt lose all sanity I had left and slit my own throat

He raised his scythe in front of his face, staring at his own reflection in the shiny surface.

I guess, he finished softly, that he saved my life too.

Ash looked at Mark in silence for a few seconds, but then said: Your Pokmon have judged. You deserve to be a Pokmon trainer. May I have your Pokdex, please?

Mark handed it to Ash, and he gestured to Pikachu, who darted into the house before returning, holding some kind of a small, box-like device that was around two thirds of his own size. He gave it to Ash, who scratched Pikachu in return before somehow attaching Marks Pokdex to the device and pressing a few buttons on both. A small card, not unlike a credit card, popped out from a slot on the boxs side.

Done, said Ash, handing the card to Mark. He looked at it; it had his name, that horrible photo, little icons of his badges, and a bit of other information. On the back were empty spaces for showing his placements in various competitions such as the Attack Approval.

Thank you, Mark said gratefully.

Thank your Pokmon, said Ash and smiled.

Um, Dad? Shouldnt we get going? Alan inserted. Ash quickly looked at his watch.

Yes, we should, he replied, immediately starting to walk quickly down the street. Mark and Alan ran after him.

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Mark waited in a line. He had been very late, of course; therefore he got the honours of being at the very end of the line. There were three matches going on at a time, thankfully, so it wouldnt be too long to wait.

May had, of course, arrived before him, and was currently battling fiercely with her female Lapras against a small, green fairy with two roses, one blue and one reddish pink, on what could be called its hands. The judge, who was a blond-haired woman, commanded her Pokmon to use a Leech Seed.

Rooseeeelia, the fairy chanted, swaying slightly to the sides before pointing its roses straight forward and firing two dark green, sharp seeds out of their middles. The seeds embedded themselves into Laprass skin; she let out a whimper as they sprouted roots which dug into her hide and started absorbing her energy. Two vines extended out of the seeds and crawled along the ground to the Roselia; it lowered its arms down and allowed the vines to twist and curl around them.

Lapras, use an Ice Beam to get rid of it, May commanded. The sea turtle swung her head back, forming an icy blue orb in her mouth before firing a blast of ice crystals at the long vines that now connected the two battlers.

Roselia, Sunny Day! said the judge quickly, and Roselia raised its roses into the air, looking at the sky while emitting a sweet note. Incredibly, the blanket of clouds high above ripped apart to reveal a gap through which intense sunlight shone, casting a golden aura on the battle between the turtle and the fairy.

And now, Solarbeam! the judge ordered, her Roselia raising both of its roses into the air again. Two golden orbs of light grew in the middle of each rose in a matter of seconds; then the fairy, with a shrill cry, pointed them down at the frost-covered vines from the Leech Seed. Burning hot sunlight blasted at the ice in a bright beam, melting it instantly but leaving the vines mostly unharmed. Lapras seemed to be getting weaker by now, while Roselia was still brimming with energy.

Lapras, use Surf, and be ready. May said these words with uttermost determination, staring at the cute, feminine fairy with disdain. Her Lapras obeyed the command, spewing out a rather weakish-looking wave of water which rushed at Roselia.

Ice Beam! May shouted as soon as the water reached the fairy, who didnt appear to be very hurt by it. Lapras fired another beam of ice towards the Roselia; it braced itself, but its weak, plant-like structure wouldnt last long against an Ice Pokmon. The Ice Beam, however, had another effect, which might have been what May had been aiming for: it froze the water flowing past the Roselia, resulting in her getting completely stuck in a sheet of ice. The fairy moaned; its trainer nodded, looking at May, before removing a Pokball from her waist.

Roselia, return, she announced, recalling the fairy. Go, Arcanine!

She threw forth a new ball; out of it came a huge, orange, striped dog with a thick creamy mane and tail. Mark remembered it as one of the Pokmon the first junior trainer in Ricks Gym had owned; this one, however, seemed nowhere near as aggressive and just stood gracefully still, looking its opponent in the eye, while the damaged vines of the Leech Seed found its feet and wrapped around them.

Lapras, Surf! May said quickly.
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Arcanine, Overheat, the judge countered. Mays turtle was, unfortunately for her, not as fast as the great dog, and the Arcanine started glowing with a hellish red aura before opening its fanged mouth and releasing a big blast of flames. The fire was still intensified by the sun, which was still shining through the gap in the clouds that Roselia had created earlier, and Lapras screeched in a high-pitched voice before dropping weakly down.

Come on! May hissed. Her Pokmon rose with difficulty, spurting out a wave of water; the stream hissed as it came into contact with Arcanines blazing fur. The dog was panting; the attack it had used earlier had clearly used a lot of energy. Once the water attack dissolved, the dog shook itself violently with a small bark.

Surf again! May ordered, but as Lapras prepared to send another wave of water crashing at Arcanine, the judge issued another command:

Extremespeed!

Her Arcanine leant backwards with a growl, and then leapt at Lapras, turning into a blur of cream, black and orange in the air for a split second due to its lightning speed, but then ramming powerfully into Lapras and knocking her unconscious.

Lapras! Lapras! May gritted her teeth as she prodded her Pokmons body with her foot. The turtle was still limp, and May swore loudly before recalling her Pokmon.

You have passed, said the judge shortly. Give your Trainer Card to the guys over there. She pointed at a desk near the entrance. Next!

May walked past Mark on the way out, still fussing.

You werent supposed to win, you know, Mark reminded her. I mean, theyre professionals. I doubt theyre going to lose a single battle today.

Oh, shut up, Mark, she snapped rudely. He shrugged and turned his attention back to the battles, discovering that there was only one boy before him in line. The judge on the right, an elderly man, was just finishing his battle with a girl, and the boy went to him. Mark felt odd being the next person to go; his stomach fluttered uncomfortably. Just a few meters away from him stood Ashs opponent, a very nervous, small boy; the two of them appeared to be finishing their battle, and indeed, soon enough the boy recalled his Pokmon and walked, beaming, towards the desk. Mark took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Hi, Mark, said Ash brightly. Have you decided which Pokmon you want to use?

Mark hadnt, but he still nodded, making a quick decision to leave Jolteon out. He took out his Pokdex and made the change.

You said you had a Gyarados, didnt you? Ash questioned. Are you going to use it?

Mark nodded; Ash took a little remote out of his pocket and pressed a button. The floor on the right side between them started sinking down and then moved to the side under the rest of the floor, revealing a pool of water.

Oh, yeah I should most likely make it clear that your objective is not to win the battle, Ash added. Just battle with as much style and creative use of your Pokmons abilities as you can.

You wont be using your strongest Pokmon, will you? asked Mark nervously. Ash chuckled.

Of course not. We dont want your Pokmon to go down before you can display anything worth seeing. Were using Pokmon around level 50 it tests you better to have you battle against something stronger.

Oh I see, Mark just said.

All right Ash began. Six on six, recalled Pokmon is a defeated Pokmon.

He smiled slightly and took out a Pokball.

Go, Breloom!

The ball opened, releasing a sphere of red energy that formed into a very weird Pokmon resembling a kangaroo in shape. Its lower body was green, but the long tail, the neck, the petal-like collar and the rounded head were beige in color. On the top of its head was a growth, resembling a mushroom, and finally it had blood red claws on its oddly tucked-in arms and the more powerful, bouncy feet.

Mark figured that this Pokmon had to be a Grass type, and reached for Charmeleons Pokball.

Go! Flamethrower!

Breloom, dodge it and then put it to sleep with a Spore attack!

Charmeleon, as soon as he materialized from the ball, took a deep breath and blew out a blast of fire. Breloom, crying out in a high-pitched voice, jumped skillfully out of the way and one of the four round seeds at the end of its tail started glowing with a bright green aura. Swinging its tail powerfully forward, the kangaroo sent a cloud of sparkly green powder at Charmeleon.

Dont inhale it! Mark shouted stupidly, but the lizards eyelids started to drop and he collapsed within five seconds.

Great job, Breloom, Ash cheered. Use a Leech Seed while it cant dodge, and then wait for it to wake up.

Charmeleon! Mark screamed, but he couldnt hear anything through the unnatural sleep. Meanwhile, the kangaroo fired two parasitic seeds like the ones Roselia had used against Mays Lapras, and they sprouted roots that in no time embedded themselves into Charmeleons skin. Two vines grew from the seeds and wrapped around Brelooms legs. Mark knew that the seeds were sucking energy from Charmeleon to Breloom, but he couldnt do anything about it

The lizard stirred and heavily opened an eye. Ash immediately gave the next order:

Mind Reader, now!

The kangaroos eyes glowed red as it fixed its glare on Charmeleon while he rose up; it didnt appear to do anything. He fired silky flames towards Breloom, but it again jumped out of the way.

Use a Dynamicpunch! Ash cried out.

Dodge it! Mark countered. Charmeleon growled as he jumped up, but the kangaroo, its eyes still glowing, jumped up too. In mid-air, its arm sprang out and struck Charmeleon in the face. He was thrown backwards and crashed dizzily into the ground; Breloom landed on its feet.

Charmeleon, Flamethrower! Mark commanded desperately. Charmeleon rose slowly up, but his gaze was unfocused and he dropped down again.

Mark bit his lip, but then remembered that he was supposed to be thinking up new techniques. He wondered for a second; then the part of him that paid attention in Battle Strategies took control of his mouth.

Rage!

Charmeleon stood up again and rushed towards Breloom. The Rage attack would turn pain into power, and was just about Charmeleons only chance. What was more was that this would give Mark time to think over his situation.

While Charmeleon madly slashed and bit the kangaroo while steadily having his energy drained by the parasitic seeds, Mark thought as quickly as he could. May had also gotten Leech Seed used against her; she had gotten rid of it with

Charmeleon, Mark shouted, attack the Leech Seeds vines!

Mark knew that once Rage was used, its power would be lost if another attack was ordered; therefore he didnt want to tell him to use Flamethrower. The Rage attack had to be getting very powerful now, anyway.

Charmeleon started scratching and biting the vines that linked him to his opponent. Ash told Breloom to use a Stun Spore, realizing that it would not help to attack Charmeleon while any pain would just power up his attacks, but Charmeleon wasnt affected a lot by the paralysis; the sheer power he had gained through the Rage attack was enough to move his limbs despite the stiffening powder that he had breathed in. Finally, he managed to hack through one of the vines, but having focused his attention on the Leech Seed for too long, Charmeleon wasnt aware that Breloom was at full health by now and one more order from Ash, this time a Mach Punch, brought him down.

Return, Mark muttered. He thought for a bit; the Breloom seemed like a part-Fighting type since it could use all those punches. He vaguely remembered that kicks and punches did not harm Bug Pokmon a lot or ones that could fly. Nor did Grass attacks.

He smiled. Scyther, do it!

Breloom, Leech Seed! Ash ordered.

Just as Breloom fired two more seeds, Scyther zoomed out of the way. Before Breloom was able to attack, the mantiss scythes started glowing faintly green, and he dashed at the kangaroo to slash it across the chest. It cried out, blood leaking from the gash.

Breloom, are you all right? Ash asked concernedly. The Pokmon nodded determinedly.

Great. Mind Reader! he roared, his Pokmons eyes turning bright red as Scyther returned to slash it again. This time he cut a gash on its shoulder; the kangaroo winced slightly, but nothing more.

Leech Seed! Ash then shouted, and Breloom fired two seeds. They hit dead-on this time, despite that Scyther was still moving. Mark suddenly remembered that Mind Reader caused the next attack to hit no matter what.

The two seeds sprouted roots and grew into Scythers armor, but as the vines started growing out of them to connect with Breloom, Scyther simply cut them in two with a swipe of his scythe. He prepared to attack Breloom again; Ash meanwhile gave another command:

Strength!

Mark suddenly got an idea, and blurted out: Scyther, wait! Stay there and defend yourself!

The mantis looked at him, seeming somewhat puzzled, but still did has Mark said, leant backwards and held his scythes out in front of him as the kangaroo came rushing towards him. Just as Breloom was almost within Scythers reach, Mark made the next order.

Fury Cutter! Slash, slash, slash! Quick!

Scythers super-fast reflexes enabled him to attack immediately. His scythes glowed green again and he slashed Breloom three times: once with the left scythe, once with the right one and once with both. The kangaroo was thrown backwards, bleeding in a few places. Ash hurriedly recalled it and took out another ball as Mark smiled to Scyther.

Go, Graveler!

Ash sent out a big, rugged rock-like Pokmon. Its hide was a dark brownish gray; the body was round with four small, bulgy hands and two stubby feet.

Okay, Scyther Mark inhaled deeply. Try a Fury Cutter.

The mantis dashed immediately towards the rock Pokmon, his scythes glowing. Ash didnt attempt to order his Pokmon to dodge it; it probably wasnt made for trying. Scyther struck the Graveler with his scythe, barely scratching the rock-like hide at all.

Rock Tomb! Ash ordered, and his Pokmon slowly raised its arms. At the same time, the ground in a circle around Scyther seemed to explode upwards and the mantis was buried under rocks, ranging from large chunks to fine dust. He broke out of it in a few seconds despite being severely bruised; unfortunately he had lost his concentration and the glow on his scythes had faded away. Mark took out his Pokball and recalled his Pokmon; Scyther didnt stand a chance.

That was the right thing to do, Ash commented. You know when your Pokmon would only get unnecessarily hurt.

Mark just smiled slightly and blushed. After a short pause, he took out Gyaradoss Pokball.

Go!

The sea monster emerged in the pool and apparently did not decide to roar as he usually did when entering battle. His little red eyes just fixed on Graveler and watched.

Defense Curl, Ash told his Graveler. The rock curled up into a tight ball, tucking its arms and legs into its body. Mark hesitated, wondering if Ash was about to try to surprise him.

Graveler, Rollout! Ash commanded, and his Pokmon started rolling slowly towards the pool, picking up speed as it went. When it came to the bank, it suddenly bounced upwards and rammed into Gyaradoss head before landing on the other side and rolling a bit on.

Gyarados, Dive! Mark shouted, thinking as quickly as he could. Rollout got more powerful each time it was used, he seemed to recall, so it would be best to try and dodge the attack. The sea monster dove into the pool, avoiding the rock Pokmon as it rolled back with more force than before. After missing Gyarados, the Graveler started rolling back again, but as it was in the air flying over the pool, Gyaradoss shape rose from the surface. He seemed like a figure made of water as he hit right into the Gravelers body and threw it aside; then the water illusion faded and his real colors were revealed again. Graveler, hit hard by the blow, rose slowly up, but Gyarados breathed out a blast of crimson flames on his own accord and Graveler cried out before falling unconscious when the dragon flames enveloped its body.

Return, Graveler, Ash said, holding forward the Pokball to recall the rock Pokmon. Manectric, do it.

Ash sent out a dog-like Pokmon. It was blue and yellow with spiky fur and a very odd, pointed mane on its head. Everything about it looked like an Electric Pokmon, so Mark didnt get his hopes up for Gyarados; however, nothing said he couldnt go out with a bang.

Gyarados, Mark shouted, Dragon Beam!

Ash seemed to be about to command Manectric to attack, but paused after hearing the command, most likely wanting to see what Mark was about to pull out of his sleeve. Gyarados closed his eyes with a low growl, and his colors started fading away. Manectric watched alertly, seemingly ready to attempt to dodge. Then, when Gyaradoss body had turned completely grayscale, his eyes opened and fired a red beam.

Manectric attempted to leap out of the way, but the beam followed easily. Ash looked at it with clear astonishment. As the beam hit the dog, it was sent flying backwards, landing harshly by its trainers side.

Do you want to be recalled? Ash asked concernedly. The Pokmon shook its head and growled, standing up again.

Thunderbolt, then.

Manectric jerked its head upwards and howled as its fur started sparkling with electricity. Then it fired a bolt of lightning that struck Gyarados as he was still recharging his energy. With a terrible roar, the sea monster collapsed and didnt get up again.

Gyarados, return, Mark said softly. Go, Sandslash!

The pangolin emerged from the Pokball and observed his opponent.

Sandslash, Earthquake!

Manectric, Crunch!

Manectric was faster than Sandslash, jumped at him and bared its fangs. Sandslash defensively slashed the dog across the face, but Manectric aggressively locked its jaws around Sandslashs front paw. Sandslash sank his other claws into Manectrics hind leg and as the dog yelped in pain, it released him and staggered backwards. Sandslash grabbed the opportunity and slammed his weight into the ground, causing the eerie Earthquake ripple to reach Manectric and take the Electric Pokmon down. The dog howled in pain and then dropped weakly to the ground.

Return, Manectric, Ash said, recalling his Pokmon. You did a good job.

Ash stopped to think for a second, but then sent out his next Pokmon.

Go, Hitmontop!

Hitmontop was an odd creature it balanced upside-down on its cone-shaped head, with its clawed legs and spiked tail sticking out into the air and its arms held in a boxing position. Its head also had funny hair-like flaps on either side of it. Despite not looking very muscular, Mark knew it was a Fighting Pokmon like its relatives Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan, and that family of Pokmon was famous for having quite a bit more muscular strength than could be seen on the outside.

Mark nervously looked at Sandslash, whose injured front paw was still bleeding. He wouldnt exactly last very long, and he wasnt very fast either. Mark wondered if he should switch. The Pokmon he had left were Dragonair and Leta. Leta was a Normal type so that was out of the question, but Dragonair wouldnt do so bad

All right, Sandslash, return.

Mark tried to recall his Pokmon, but Sandslash moved out of the beams way and smashed his paws into the ground again. A second Earthquake attack formed, shaking the Hitmontop badly as the waves hit it.

Hitmontop, Triple Kick! Ash commanded quickly, his Pokmon instantly starting to spin around like a top. Still spinning, it rushed at Sandslash and delivered three blows to his head one with each foot and one with the tail. The pangolin looked unconscious, but while Hitmontop was slowing down, Sandslash suddenly extended his claws and delivered a powerful slash. Hitmontop cried out in pain and somehow managed to leap backwards while still balancing on its head.

All right, Sandslash I guess you want to go on?

Sandslash nodded determinedly.

Hitmontop, Revenge attack!

From Hitmontops scratches, red started spreading out and taking over the Pokmons body. Mark thought it was blood at first, but it was too bright red and was more like a glow than a liquid. Once it was completely red, it rushed into Sandslash again. The pangolin was thrown backwards by the force of the attack, but still stood up again. Mark was amazed; he had greatly underestimated Sandslash when he had intended to recall him earlier.

Now, use a Quick Attack! Ash ordered, and the Fighting Pokmon darted in a blur towards Sandslash again. The blow knocked the pangolin out before he could do anything to protect himself.

Return, Sandslash, Mark said softly. You did a great job.

Slowly, he picked Dragonairs Pokball and threw it into the arena. The blue snake-like dragon formed on the ground.

Give me another good Triple Kick now, Ash said.

Dragonair, try to dodge! Mark quickly yelled.

Hitmontop spun towards Dragonair and prepared to perform the attack it had used on Sandslash earlier; Dragonair twisted his body to avoid the two kicks from the legs, but the tail hit him and knocked him down. The dragon recovered quickly as Hitmontop got out of the way of a possible counterattack, but all of a sudden, startling both Mark and Ash, Dragonairs body burst out in flames. Mark panicked for a second, but the fire died down quickly and Dragonair looked normal.

Dragonair, Mark started hesitatingly, try a

The dragon interrupted by breathing a cloud of flames into the air. Mark looked at him, puzzled, having no idea what just happened. He quickly glanced at Ash; he was nodding absent-mindedly to himself while examining Dragonair.

Hitmontop try a Rolling Kick, Ash then ordered thoughtfully. His Pokmon curled itself into a knot of sorts and rolled towards Dragonair at high speed. The dragon blasted out fire, hitting Hitmontop dead-on; the fighter screamed in pain, but nonetheless performed the attack, delivering a sharp kick to Dragonairs snout before dropping down, exhausted. Ash quietly recalled it.

Mightyena, do it!

Out of his next Pokball came a big, wolf-like Pokmon. Its body had gray, fine fur; however, its back was additionally coated with thicker, pitch-black hairs, along with some black markings on its face and its legs. The canine Pokmon growled quietly at Dragonair.

Crunch! Ash commanded, his Pokmon leaping towards the snake-like dragon and baring its fangs. Dragonair countered with another fire attack Mark was still very confused as to how he could use them and Mightyena, yelping in pain, stumbled backwards without actually coming into contact with Dragonair.

Try a Shadow Ball, Ash suggested, his Pokmon leaning slightly backwards. A jet-black orb of shadow started forming in front of Mightyena, rapidly growing in size. Then the Pokmon barked sharply and the orb shot towards Dragonair. He was hit by it and thrown backwards; the dragon appeared to be shivering as he rose up again with difficulty.

Use a Howl, Ash ordered, and Mightyena raised its head into the air before letting out a long, eerie howl. Mark really had no idea what was up with Dragonair suddenly using Fire attacks and was a bit too confused to be able to give proper instructions to his Pokmon; he just watched Dragonair breathe a long silky tongue of fire which the wolf avoided without much effort.

Another Shadow Ball, now, and make it count! Ash shouted to his Mightyena. It leant backwards again, but this time it was much faster charging up a much bigger orb. It was fired straight at the dragon and he was sent flying back towards Mark. He finally got up again after straining for a few seconds, and then

He flew.
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Dragonair just got a strange expression and floated elegantly into the air, his sleek, snake-like body moving as if he were swimming. He seemed astonished at his own accomplishment for a second; then he appeared to snap out of a trance and focused on Mightyena again.

Shadow Ball! Ash shouted. Mightyena reared up, forming a big orb of shadow in a matter of seconds, and sending it at the dragon. Dragonair retaliated with another Fire attack, but the Shadow Ball took in the flames somehow and the fiery orb hit the dragon in the face. Dragonair dropped limply to the ground, defeated.

Return, Mark said as the Pokball absorbed the blue dragon. He suddenly realized that he had only Leta left, and she was very low-leveled compared to the rest of his team. He bit his lip, but nonetheless grabbed the metallic sphere.

Go, Leta! he yelled, throwing the ball. It bounced off the ground and popped open; the plain-looking shape of the Pokmon he had caught earlier emerged from it and looked timidly at Mightyena.

Ash hesitated. Mightyena, Take Down, but be careful.

The wolf leapt towards the much smaller Leta, growling. It smashed powerfully into her body; she let out a high-pitched squeal, but stood up and stared at Mightyena, waving her tail rhythmically. The wolf was quickly hypnotized, and moments later its muscles relaxed, causing it to drowsily drop down as its eyes closed completely.

Great job, Leta! Mark cheered. Now, um He had no idea what kind of attacks Leta might be able to use; finally, he just decided to make his best available guess:

Tackle!

He was relieved to see that Leta recognized the attack and rammed her small body into Mightyenas; hed have hated to make a fool of himself in front of Ash Ketchum by showing that he didnt even know his Pokmons attacks. The disappointing part was that the wolf was way to big to be even affected by such a tiny Pokmons Tackle at all. Leta did her best a few times, but Mightyena didnt even move and Mark saw Ash smiling slightly at Letas unsuccessful efforts. The white Pokmon seemed to give up, walked a few steps backwards and crouched down. Then she charged towards Mightyena.

Yeah, Headbutt! Mark quickly said in some kind of a subconscious attempt to make it look like he knew what he was doing. Leta slammed her head into Mightyenas body, but unfortunately this woke the wolf up. Mightyena growled and bared its fangs.

Recall her, Mark, Ash sighed. She doesnt stand a chance.

Mark had to admit that he was right. He reluctantly took out Letas Pokball and it absorbed her inside. He looked nervously at Ash.

You passed, he said, smiling. Tell me, though what was that thing your Gyarados did?

Er Mark thought a bit. I dont know, to be honest. He just can do that.

Ash looked puzzled, but like he was realizing something nonetheless. Ah well, he finally said, it probably all has some natural explanation.

Do you know what Dragonair did? Mark asked.

Dragonair? Oh, that was just some clever usage of the Dragon types association with fire. Your Gyarados, however he did something that shouldnt even be possible. He furrowed his brow, seemingly thinking hard.

Well, thanks, said Mark doubtfully before walking off to the judges table.
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You really don't like me do you? NVM, I know the answer and it's not important to this thread.

The name thing for the Pokmon is about to be explained in this very chapter
That's great, but my review is for up to this point. Has it been explained yet? No. Therefore, my complaint stands.

What I think you really are complaining about is the fact that here, it's the protagonists who you wouldn't want to be around, not some characters that are there for the reader to hate. But the thing is, real people aren't all likeable. Frankly I don't think you can really subtract from somebody's score on characters for having characters you don't like, to be honest. Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is probably the least likeable character I've ever read about, and that's exactly what makes her so brilliant. You can subtract from the character score for unrealistic or flat characters, but not ones that you don't like.
The 7/10 had nothing to do with the fact that I despise Mark and May. The subtraction from the score has to do with the lack of Pokemon actually having names. ('cept a few) I told you. It annoys the heck outta me. Chibi Pika, has many characters I would never hang out with in her fic, but I gave her a ten because she had a nice balnce of likeable/unlikeable, made them realistic and GAVE POKEMON NAMES! Without names in fics, PKMN are just animals. Unless there is a specific point the author is trying to make, they need/should have names. As for "flat" characters? Having a protaganist who whines a lot and never, in 21 chapters, gains a shred of confidence in his battling even after ousting many gym leaders. That's flat. Real people would start to gain some confidence. Unless that person is seriously depressed, which if Mark is, you should've mentioned it. Oh, and is there a reason he has so many barbaric/ muderous Pokemon? Or is that just for an extra spice?(no sarcasm intended)

I hate Umbreon
Ok, so? I didn't say Evolve it to Umbron or I'll hack the site and destroy your fic! At least I don't think I did, Let me check.......Nope, I didn't I was saying that while your "Evolution Solution" thing was cool, I would never put my Eevee in it for that reason, no need to bash my fav PKMN.
In the original, Mark bought a Thunderstone to evolve Eevee, actually, so it's not the event's fault...
Again, I wasn't blaming the event I was merely saying why I wouldn't do it.
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You really don't like me do you? NVM, I know the answer and it's not important to this thread.
I dislike quite a few people, but you are not one of them. This is a very common misconception whenever I respond to reviews, because I'm very defensive.

That's great, but my review is for up to this point. Has it been explained yet? No. Therefore, my complaint stands.
Actually, in chapter one Charmander said that he didn't really have a name, which should at least have told you that in this fic Pokmon don't have names as opposed to me just not bothering to make names. Technically, you shouldn't even be assuming that they should have names in the first place. They aren't humans. There's no way to know whether they have names or not. There is no canonical evidence to suggest that they do, actually.

The 7/10 had nothing to do with the fact that I despise Mark and May. The subtraction from the score has to do with the lack of Pokemon actually having names. ('cept a few) I told you. It annoys the heck outta me. Chibi Pika, has many characters I would never hang out with in her fic, but I gave her a ten because she had a nice balnce of likeable/unlikeable, made them realistic and GAVE POKEMON NAMES! Without names in fics, PKMN are just animals. Unless there is a specific point the author is trying to make, they need/should have names.
I don't get your connection between Pokmon having names and characterization. The Pokmon in my fic are not animals; you said so yourself. What does their not having names have to do with anything? They wouldn't be more characterized if they had names, and aren't less characterized because they don't.

As for "flat" characters? Having a protaganist who whines a lot and never, in 21 chapters, gains a shred of confidence in his battling even after ousting many gym leaders. That's flat. Real people would start to gain some confidence.
The flaw in your logic is that he loses all the time and the Gym leaders tend to tell him off even when he wins. He also finds himself just standing there and watching his Pokmon battle without actually having much of a part in it most of the time. He's been losing confidence throughout the fic because of this. Note that he didn't start out thinking he was a loser.

Oh, and is there a reason he has so many barbaric/ muderous Pokemon? Or is that just for an extra spice?(no sarcasm intended)
Only Scyther and Gyarados are what you call "barbaric/murderous", which is not what I'd call "so many". Besides that they aren't "barbaric/murderous". They just have unpleasant pasts.

Ok, so? I didn't say Evolve it to Umbron or I'll hack the site and destroy your fic! At least I don't think I did, Let me check.......Nope, I didn't I was saying that while your "Evolution Solution" thing was cool, I would never put my Eevee in it for that reason, no need to bash my fav PKMN.
I didn't bash it. I did exactly what you did: stated my opinion on Umbreon. If you're allowed to come here and say you don't like Jolteon, I'm allowed to reply and say I don't like Umbreon.
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The 7/10 had nothing to do with the fact that I despise Mark and May. The subtraction from the score has to do with the lack of Pokemon actually having names. ('cept a few) I told you. It annoys the heck outta me. Chibi Pika, has many characters I would never hang out with in her fic, but I gave her a ten because she had a nice balnce of likeable/unlikeable, made them realistic and GAVE POKEMON NAMES! Without names in fics, PKMN are just animals. Unless there is a specific point the author is trying to make, they need/should have names.
Augh, don't drag me into this, Umbra, besides, Dragonfree develops her Pokmon so much better than me x_X;;;
And personally, Dragonfree already explained her name theory to me and I found it brilliant, and I don't even name all of the Pokmon in my fic.

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I dislike quite a few people, but you are not one of them. This is a very common misconception whenever I respond to reviews, because I'm very defensive.
CDould fooled me, but whatever. (I wasn't just basing this on ur review-reply)

Actually, in chapter one Charmander said that he didn't really have a name, which should at least have told you that in this fic Pokmon don't have names as opposed to me just not bothering to make names. Technically, you shouldn't even be assuming that they should have names in the first place. They aren't humans. There's no way to know whether they have names or not. There is no canonical evidence to suggest that they do, actually.
Argh, I read chapter 1 a loooooong time ago, so I didn't remember. Also, I'm not assuming, it's simple logic. If humans lived in the wilderness, we would have to identify each other somehow. It makes sense that they would have "names" (btw, I did like your explanation, although I 100% disagree with it, it was very... original.) And I don't base most of my thoughts of off canon, except that they all say their species names. But, you do, so that's just a disagreement we have.

I don't get your connection between Pokmon having names and characterization. The Pokmon in my fic are not animals; you said so yourself. What does their not having names have to do with anything? They wouldn't be more characterized if they had names, and aren't less characterized because they don't.
Ok, I agree, but that is a very strong opinion of mine. I apologise that you found my grade unnacceptable. Looking back, while I don't change my opinion of the name thing, or not liking Mark, (May, I can handle) I guess you were right, 9/10

Only Scyther and Gyarados are what you call "barbaric/murderous", which is not what I'd call "so many". Besides that they aren't "barbaric/murderous". They just have unpleasant pasts.
I didn't mean to say so many, I wrote that, thhought about, changed it (or so I thought) and posted, sry.

I didn't bash it. I did exactly what you did: stated my opinion on Umbreon. If you're allowed to come here and say you don't like Jolteon, I'm allowed to reply and say I don't like Umbreon.
But, you said, simply "I hate Umbreon" I said, i don't like Jolteon, and would've rather seen it evolve to Umbreon. But whatever, to each his/her own.

Augh, don't drag me into this, Umbra, besides, Dragonfree develops her Pokmon so much better than me x_X;;;
Sry, Chibi. I just... NVm, sry.

Ok, I think I'm just gonna be a silent reader dfrom now on, save us all a lot of trouble.

Fare ye well
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RATING
Violence: LOTS of Dragonfree-style battles of the more violent sort.
Gore: Just slight blood.
Sexuality: None.
Profanity: None.
Other: Deals with death, suicide and murder...
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A/N: This chapter is the first to contain something that appears in a few places throughout the fic: Short blurbs of Pokmon's thoughts during battle. They are just paragraphs written in italics in the middle of battles...




The Pokmon Festival May 23rd: The Pokmon Frenzy Tournament

Mark woke up before May the next day. He had never thought hed ever be relieved to wake up to a nightmare about creepy yellow eyes, but it was not at all pleasant to be woken up by Mays yells every morning, either. He quickly got dressed, and just as he pulled on his socks, there was a loud knock on the door.

Hey, sleepy!

Im up already! Mark called back, walking towards the door and opening it. What event is today again?

The Pokmon Frenzy Tournament, May replied.

What was that again? Mark asked, yawning.

Its a thingy where your Pokmon battle without trainers, she explained. Look, I have a thingy on it. She held up a booklet and then started skimming it.

It says here that its a competition of how well Pokmon can handle their own battles without the limits set by trainers and standard battling rules, she read and looked up. That translates to something where your Pokmon beat each other up and you have nothing to do with it.

Mark considered this. He wasnt the best battler, after all maybe his Pokmon would like to get some time to shine by themselves.

It also says here, May continued, that trainer-free battling helps your Pokmons ability to think independently within battle, and to know their own limits.

Mark nodded. That would definitely help him get some badges; after all, he did usually rely on his Pokmons abilities rather than his own when battling.

Umm, are you entering? he finally asked.

No, she said. I prefer to win thanks to my own strategies, not my Pokmons.

A part of Mark decided to take that as a personal attack, but the other part prevented him from saying anything.

Well, I like the idea, he said decisively. Im entering all of my Pokmon.

Well, the same trainer may only enter a maximum of three Pokmon, May read from the booklet. So that wont work.

Oh. Mark paused for a second. Well, I wont enter Leta, the Pokmon there are probably all much stronger than she is Jolteon really deserves to be in, though; he didnt get to take part in the Attack Approval at all...

It says here you cant enter Pokmon that rely on water to battle, May pointed out.

Then I guess Gyarados cant be entered either, Mark clarified. After a short pause, he sighed.

Im being an idiot of course I have to ask them.

May didnt reply; he took out his Pokballs and sent out all of his Pokmon except Gyarados. He started by briefly explaining the Pokmon Frenzy Tournament.

So, he finished, who wants to enter and who doesnt?

I want to, Leta said quietly.

But Mark protested, startled. There will be really strong Pokmon there

Yes, Leta replied emptily.

Mays booklet saved Mark from trying to convince her otherwise:

Well, the minimum level to enter appears to be 30. It says here that there are five groups: level 30-45, level 46-60, 61-75, 76-90 and 91+. Leta is level 22, isnt she? So she cant enter. The rest of you can, though.

Leta didnt say anything. She just looked down.

Im sorry, said Mark although he actually felt very relieved. What about the rest of you?

Ill volunteer not to be in, said Dragonair after a moments pause. As fun as it would be to fly some more, Im not that interested.

The rest of the Pokmon looked at each other for a while.

I guess Ill pass too, then Sandslash said finally. I dont really care either way.

Great, said Mark cheerfully. Thats all settled, then?

All the Pokmon except Leta nodded. She just stared emptily straight forward.

All right, she finally sighed after everybodys eyes had been set on her for a second.

Im sorry, Leta, Mark said quietly. She just nodded shortly.

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What had been done with the stadium since yesterday was amazing. Tall walls now divided the arena into five parts, one for each level group. The one for level 30-45 was the smallest, while the level 91+ one was the biggest by far. There werent many people accompanying Mark and May on the small section of seats that faced towards the 30-45 part; Mark guessed that almost all of them were probably the trainers of participating Pokmon, like him, or their friends, like May.

Mark noticed that the walls were much thicker than they needed to be; just as he was wondering why, doors slid open on either side of the mini-arena.

Welcome to the Pokmon Frenzy Tournament! a voice boomed out. I will be commenting on the battles today. Lets just start round one!

Two men holding Pokballs appeared in the doors, ready to throw them.

And the first match is between a level 35 male Jolteon and a level 35 female Vibrava named Terra! Let the battle begin!

The men threw the Pokballs; out of them came Jolteon and a weird, green and yellow dragonfly-like Pokmon. It flapped its wings and floated lazily a little above the ground.

Its a dragonfly Pokmon that fly are weak to electricity, arent they? I think May always used Pikachu for them

Jolteon crouched down, charging up electricity in the spikes on his back. The Vibrava watched him calmly; naturally he found it a bit odd, but he nonetheless released a bolt of lightning that shot towards the dragonfly Pokmon. She didnt even attempt to dodge; in fact it was almost like she took the full blast of the attack on purpose.

And its a Thunderbolt! shouted the announcer.

Jolteon tilted his head with a confused Jolti? as the Vibrava kept floating there without reacting to the attack at all. There were no signs of her being in pain, or even having taken the attack at all.

Suddenly she jerked herself upwards and then dived down. She slammed hard into the ground, causing an explosion of ripples as if she had dived into water. Jolteon was too startled to avoid the attack and cried out in pain as he was hit, accidentally releasing a flurry of sparks.

Terra used an Earthquake, but Jolteon is not quite down yet!

Earthquake?

The Vibrava tried diving into the ground again, but this time Jolteon was ready and leapt up just before she landed. He came down on her back, locking his claws into her wings. The Vibrava screeched, flying upwards again in an attempt to shake Jolteon off. In the air, he started charging up more electricity and sending it pulsating directly into her body; she was just as unaffected as the previous time. The Vibrava turned her head around in an attempt to bite Jolteon; he leapt off her in time and she crashed right into the wall.

Ouch! That mustve hurt! came the announcers voice as Terra dropped weakly down to the ground. After looking unconscious for a second, she suddenly got up and blasted sparkly flames at Jolteon. Taken by surprise, he was hit; he felt his muscles stiffen but managed to shake it off.

Nice Dragonbreath there! It almost paralyzed even the limber Jolteon!

Earthquake? Dragonbreath? Electricity not working? This is weird

Jooooolt! he screamed as he turned around and fired the spikes on his backside in a flurry towards the Vibrava. Like tiny, sharp needles, they tore into the dragonfly Pokmons skin and wings; she screeched in pain.

Ooh, clever Jolteon! the announcer said. He gets it! Its safe to reveal now, folks, that the Bug/Flying type that most people assume when they look at a Vibrava is in fact a brilliant disguise, because it is really a Ground/Dragon type!

Everybody in the audience except May was surprised to hear this, Mark included.

But back to the battle, Jolteon is using another Pin Missile in an attempt to eliminate Terra from the match! She was weakened earlier when she crashed, so now we just have to wonder whether hell make it in time!

As Jolteon took a short break to breathe, Terra shot into the air again, clearly preparing for another Earthquake, but Jolteon suddenly leapt at her at incredible speed, becoming a streak of yellow in the air as he struck her with his whole body.

And its a great Quick Attack! the announcer shouted. Lets see if Terra makes it!

Both Pokmon landed on the ground, Jolteon on his feet but Terra on her side. She twitched slightly but didnt get up again.

And Jolteon is the winner! came the announcers voice as the doors on the sides opened again and the men recalled the two Pokmon. Mark noticed that Jolteon was very tired after this battle; he hoped the Pokmon were healed before they had to battle again.

The next battle is between this level 45 female Scizor and Blade the male Sceptile, who is also level 45!

Two new Pokballs were thrown, and the Pokmon emerged on the arena. Mark compared the crimson red, metallic bug with pincers of some sort on its arms and the large, green, bipedal reptile with a fern for a tail. He had always thought Sceptile was ugly when he looked at the illustration in his Pokmonology textbook, mainly because the tail always reminded him of a Christmas tree; now that he saw one in real life, he thought it didnt look so bad.

Meanwhile, the Scizor had been performing weird ninja tricks of some sort on the air, seemingly lost in her own world. The Sceptile raised an eyebrow before suddenly roaring and leaping at her, hoping to take her by surprise; however, she somehow grabbed him by the arm in mid-air and threw him to the ground as easily as a sheet of paper.

Ooh, Scizor pretended to be playing around while she was really building up her power with Swords Dance! Clever move there!

The reptile got up, seemingly mad about being fooled like that. He suddenly plucked a leaf off his own tail; it started glowing as he leapt at her again with a roar, attempting to strike her with the edge of the leaf as if it were a sword. She narrowly blocked it with her pincer, but then said something. The Sceptile nodded and they turned around, walking a few steps back.

I think Scizor just challenged Blade to a duel! said the announcer as the two Pokmon turned around and rushed at each other. Their arms moved like blurs, attacking and blocking attacks, and the audience could only guess what was really happening from the occasional roars as one of them got hit. Finally, they stopped to catch their breaths. The Sceptile was notably more hurt; he had a big bleeding gash on his forehead and quite a few scratches and bruises, while Scizors shiny armor was barely damaged. The reptile looked a lot more tired, too, but he had no intentions of giving up; he grabbed another leaf from his tail and held it in his other hand, and rushed at the bug again.

Poor Blade doesnt have much of a chance here, Im afraid, the announcer explained. His Leaf Blade attack is not very effective on Bug and Steel Pokmon like Scizor at all.

This announcement only made the reptilian Pokmon all the more furious; he started slashing faster and harder with his leaves, and Scizor showed signs of starting to have a hard time keeping up with his speed as she blocked one strike after another. Finally Blade made a fatal mistake; one strike was too low, Scizor saw her chance, leapt into the air and smashed her pincers into his skull.

A sickening crack was heard. A red-haired teenage girl in the audience screamed, presumably Blades trainer. The reptile dropped limply to the ground, his head covered with blood.

The two Pokmon were recalled; Blade was at least still alive since the Pokball worked.
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Blade will now be escorted to the Pokmon Center to be taken care of, the announcer assured. He will be fine. The next battle is Fury the level 40, and obviously male, Hitmonchan, versus Happy the level 38 obviously-female Chansey! Its a battle of the sexes! Who will win?

Mark rolled his eyes. They were selecting Pokmon of at least similar levels to battle, but they kept giving one Pokmon a type advantage over the other. This Chansey was probably dead meat.

The doors opened. A rather humanoid-looking brown creature wearing a purple tunic and boxing gloves walked out on one side, and an egg-shaped pink creature with a happy expression emerged from a Pokball on the other. Fury stretched and yawned while keeping an eye on his opponent, and then faced her to bow deeply. As he rose up again, he suddenly delivered a sharp punch to her head and then a kick to her stomach. Her eyes widening in surprise, the Chansey bounced backwards like a rubber ball, landing on her back and flailing around. Fury walked up to her and smiled apologetically before raising his right fist into the air; his glove sparkled with electricity before he gave the Chansey another punch. She screamed and stopped moving.

Fury stroked nonexistent sweat from his forehead as the Chansey was recalled; Mark saw a dark-haired boy in the audience smack his forehead and guessed that he was Happys trainer. Then the Hitmonchan walked out of the arena. Mark wondered why he wasnt in a Pokball; maybe his trainer was one of those anti-Pokballs people.

Umm, after this, er, great match, well see Jaws the male Feraligatr, level 42, battle Cannon the Blastoise, level 41 male.

Two Pokballs were thrown, opening to reveal two huge, blue Water Pokmon. One was a bipedal alligator like the one the Mew Hunter had possessed; this one was undeniably larger, though. The other was a gigantic tortoise, also bipedal, with two shiny metallic cannons poking out of holes in its shell.

For a while the two just growled, staring at each other and baring their fangs. Then the Feraligatr ran towards Cannon and they started wrestling. Jaws bit the Blastoises cannon; the tortoise Pokmon started pumping water through it with tremendous force, pushing the alligator slightly back. He moved out of the way and then used what was, according to the announcer, a Dynamicpunch. This sent the Blastoise tumbling backwards until he fell over, and while he lay helplessly on his back, flailing around, the Feraligatr smashed his tail into Cannons stomach. With a loud groan, he fell unconscious and Jaws celebrated victory with a few roars. The two Pokmon were recalled.

Next battle! We have this level 36 female Raichu against a level 37 male Umbreon called Wraith!

The two Pokmon were sent out. One was an orange rodent, most likely one of those that had been evolved in the Evolution Solution, and the other was a sleek, black catlike creature with long ears and tail; Mark recognized it as the Dark type evolution of Eevee. It had glowing, yellow rings on its forehead, ears, tail and legs.

The Raichu charged her yellow cheeks with electric sparks before sending a bolt of lightning at the Umbreon. He took the attack and shrieked slightly in pain, but shook it off. His rings started glowing as a black orb of shadow formed in front of him; then it was fired at Raichu and hit her. She was thrown backwards and moaned in pain before standing up again with difficulty.

Raichu started off this battle with a Thunderbolt, but Wraith countered with a nice Shadow Ball! Good start!

Wraith now started kicking sand that appeared under his feet into the Raichus eyes. The mouse Pokmon retaliated by starting to sparkle and slamming her lightning bolt-shaped tail into the Umbreons body. His muscles stiffened, leaving him paralyzed and forcing him to stop but suddenly Raichus body also stiffened with a flurry of electric sparks.

Ooh Wraith used a Sand-Attack, and then Raichu countered with a neat Thunder Wave, which would have given her a nice advantage if only it werent for Umbreons Synchronize ability which causes all special conditions to rebound upon the user! the announcer called. Bad mistake there, Raichu!

Wraith suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out a dark purple liquid. The sticky substance went all over the paralyzed Raichu and started seeping into her fur. She moaned.

Wraith uses a Toxic! Oh, this is deadly!

With some difficulty, the mouse Pokmon sent a bolt of lightning at the Umbreon. He couldnt avoid the attack thanks to his condition, but he clearly had the endurance that his species was known for and took the attack without much trouble while Raichu shivered from the poisoning. Wraiths red eyes glowed, and he seemed to be healed slightly.

That, folks, was an example of a Moonlight attack used in daylight, the announcer explained. You cant really see it because the sun lights everything up, but Wraith just made the moon shine brightly on him, giving him added energy. The Moonlight attack is quite a sight to see in nighttime its a shame you didnt get to have a good look at it. Oh, look, Raichu is using a Thunderpunch!

While he talked, the mouse Pokmons fist had started sparkling, and now she slammed it into Wraiths face. He cried out in pain as the electricity surged through his body, but he clearly knew that he was going to win this battle; he gave a small smile as Raichu moaned and dropped to the ground, fainting from the poison.

And Wraith has claimed victory! the announcer roared as the two Pokmon were recalled back into their Pokballs. The next battle is between this level 35 male Charmeleon, and a level 37 Jynx who is, obviously, female.

Mark looked hopefully up; Jynx had a slight level advantage, but Charmeleon had the types in his favor.

The two Pokmon were sent out at the sides. Charmeleons opponent was a humanoid-looking Pokmon in a red dress. This was, of course, just the standard Jynx outfit, similar to Hitmonchans gloves and tunic, and mainly served the purpose of keeping the people who were bothered by naked humanoid Pokmon at bay; it really limited the Pokmons ability to move freely. Jynxs face, framed by straight blond hair, had purple skin, scary, white eyes and a round, pink mouth.

Charmeleon, who stood on the other side of the arena, looked calmly at Jynx, his arms folded. Then he moved his hand up to his mouth and breathed out a small flame. He absent-mindedly stared at it for a while; in the meantime, Jynx watched him suspiciously.

All of a sudden, the lizard hurled the small ball of fire at his opponent. Jynxs dress was hit by it; she let out a very eerie scream and her purple hand glowed icy blue as she cooled it down.

Clever, the announcer commented. Charmeleon has made up an attack. Wonder if he was at the Attack Approval yesterday?

Jynx all of a sudden ran up to Charmeleon. He seemed somehow hypnotized and didnt try to run away or attack; she came right up to him, closer, closer, closer and then she planted a kiss on his cheek.

His eyes opened wide for a second, but as Jynx backed slowly away, he looked dizzy; Mark couldve sworn he was drunk when he started teetering and muttering something while trying to reach for Jynxs dress. A few people started laughing, including May; Mark felt his face go red.

This Sweet Kiss confused Charmeleon thoroughly! What will he do now?

He didnt manage to do anything at all before Jynx started smiling eerily while staring into his eyes. Mark saw his Pokmon slowly put up a very dorky grin, before his mouth simply fell open.

Jynxs Attract keeps Charmeleon charmed! The announcer snickered at his own pun while Charmeleon stood there drooling. Mark was probably the only person who wasnt in hysterics by now; he wanted to sink into the ground when Jynx approached Charmeleon again and kissed him again, this time on the lips. Charmeleon joined heartily in; while they kissed passionately, Jynx slowly lowered Charmeleon onto the ground and closed her eyes. Charmeleon did the same.

As their lips were about to part, Charmeleons eyes suddenly opened. Realizing what he was doing, he ripped himself free of Jynxs arms, wearing a disgusted expression.

Charmeleon resisted Jynxs Lovely Kiss! That is quite an achievement, mind you!

How could I let myself be humiliated like this?

He spat on the ground a few times, looking at his opponent with disgust before releasing a Flamethrower. It hit Jynx in the face, but before she could do anything, Charmeleons tail flame flared up to double its normal size as he leapt at Jynx and started clawing and biting like crazy.

Charmeleon clearly doesnt like being seduced! He expresses his anger with a Rage attack, and yes, I think Jynx is down!

It was true; Jynx was unconscious, her dress charred and ripped. Charmeleon shot her a nasty glare as they were both recalled.

Our next battle is between a level 43 male Scyther and a male Absol by the name of Armageddon, level 45.

Mark smiled to his mantis as he was sent out; his opponent was a big catlike creature with thick, white fur, a black face, red eyes and a sickle of sorts sticking out of the right side of his head.

Absol! Armageddon hissed, crouching down and leaping at Scyther. He jumped out of the way, but the Absol landed gracefully and turned immediately around to face Scyther again. They circled each other for a few seconds, but then Scyther flew straight at Armageddon with his scythes raised, glowing green. He managed to get a few rapid slashes in before the Absol swished his white-glowing blade and gave Scyther a cut across his chest. They stopped for a second to catch their breaths, but then Armageddon rushed back at Scyther, who blocked the blade with his scythes. He tried attacking back, but the Absol blocked that too.

In the long run, though, what gave Scyther an advantage was the fact that he had two blades while Absol only had one. It didnt take him long to figure out the perfect way to use this to his advantage, and after that Armageddon was dead meat, receiving one slash after another without being able to do anything to prevent it. Finally, the Absol gave up and crouched down on the ground. Scythers expression showed no emotion as the two Pokmon were recalled.

Armageddon surrendered, so Scyther is the winner! said the announcer. The final battle of round one is Casey the female Pidgeot, level 45, and a male Haunter, level 44.

Two Pokmon were released, one of them an eagle-like bird with a crest of very long, golden and red feathers on its head, and the other a weird, wispy, purple shape with sinister eyes and a jagged red mouth. Two disembodied hands which clearly belonged to the creature appeared out of thin air at its sides.

Casey started rapidly flapping her wings; in a matter of seconds, she had whipped up a small whirlwind and sent it towards the Haunter. He let out some comical screams as his gaseous form was beaten around by the whirlwind and finally sent flying in a random direction; Casey destroyed the whirlwind with a few flaps of her wings in the right places as the ghost Pokmon floated dizzily back into the arena.

The Haunters hands started glowing bright red, along with his eyes. The flapping of Caseys wings gradually slowed down as she floated irregularly towards the ground; as she landed there, her eyes closed and she collapsed, fast asleep.

Satisfied, Haunter started muttering to himself and then floated down to the sleeping bird Pokmon. His left hand touched her head lightly and he got an expression like he was trying to remember something; then he nodded and suddenly, a freakishly long, pink tongue came out of his mouth and licked Caseys head crest. As her feathers dripped with salvia, she twitched violently; without waking up, though.

And Haunter uses a Dream Eater attack on the defenseless Casey!

As Haunter licked her again, Caseys eyes opened. She shook herself while standing up, beating the ghost away with her wings at the same time. Haunter hurriedly floated to a safe distance as Casey took off into the air; then the ghost charged up a black orb of shadow in front of him, picked it up in his left hand and threw it at the bird Pokmon. This was a fatal mistake; Casey quickly started flapping her wings fast and the strong gust of wind turned the orb back to the user. Haunter let out a sound somewhere midway between a scream and a laugh before the orb clashed with him and they somehow negated each other out so they both vanished.

Haunters Shadow Ball wouldnt have worked on Casey anyway, as a Normal type, the announcer explained as Casey and what was left of Haunter were recalled. That concludes round one; now its time for the winners of round one to go on to round two!

Mark suddenly now properly realized that all three of his Pokmon had won their battles. He smiled as it struck him that he himself not being a skilled battler ultimately meant that his Pokmon were more skilled than most of the other ones.

Still, it was a fact that a few levels could always beat skill.

Youve already been introduced to all the Pokmon, so now its just starting the next battle! Jolteon versus Scizor!

Mark was startled. Wait a minute, he asked May, wasnt Scizor level 45? Why are they pitting her against Jolteon? They were pairing Pokmon of similar levels earlier!

They probably wanted to avoid making two of your Pokmon fight if possible, May whispered back. Besides, they werent exactly always fair earlier either. Maybe they like seeing one Pokmon get beaten to a pulp and another not needing much effort to win.

But still

May pointed down into the arena, where Jolteon and Scizor had been sent out, and Mark shut up.

Scizor has wings I guess electricity is worth a try.

Jolteon charged sparks in his body and sent a bolt of lightning towards the big red bug. She easily leapt out of the way, and then zoomed straight towards Jolteon with her pincers raised. She clamped both of them around his right front leg.

A sickening crunch followed by Jolteons scream of pain caused Mark to avert his eyes. He immediately regretted having entered Jolteon in the Pokmon Frenzy Tournament at all.

Jolteon, feeling pain like he had never felt before, pumped electricity into Scizors body in order to make her let go. She leapt backwards, leaving Jolteon to look at his awkwardly-angled leg and cringe. He whimpered; Scizor charged at him again, evaded a Thunderbolt and then knocked Jolteon out with a heavy blow to the head.

Scizor has won this battle, and thus we proceed to the next one, the announcer said as Jolteon and Scizor were recalled. Fury the Hitmonchan and Jaws the Feraligatr are next up!

See? Mark directed at May. Those two are somewhere in between Jolteon and Scizor! They could have made Jolteon battle one of them and Scizor battle the other!

May just shrugged. Well, maybe theyre just lazy and are making the winners of the first two battles battle now or something.

The two Pokmon were sent out again, Fury walked by himself rather than being sent out from a Pokball.

Fury was adjusting his gloves for a while, absent-minded; then all of a sudden, he sprang up and gave the alligator a good punch in the stomach.

Furys decided to start this one with a Mach Punch! cried the announcer. Jaws Jaws he uses a powerful Slash attack, but Fury evades it! he continued as the humanoid leapt out of the way of the Feraligatrs claws. Fury uses a Comet Punch Jaws bites his arm ouch!

The red boxing glove on Furys free arm glowed white before he drove it into the alligators jaw.

Fury gets Jaws to release him with a Mega Punch attack! And what does Jaws do

The Feraligatr, stumbling backwards, opened his mouth and sprayed a jet of high-pressure water at the Hitmonchan.

Its a Hydro Pump, but FURY EVADES IT! Wow, thats some agility there! Fury charges he Dynamicpunches Jaws right in the skull! Oww, that mustve hurt a lot! Jaws is kinda dizzy no, wait, hes down! Jaws is down! Fury has won the match!

The Hitmonchan smiled slightly as he walked out of the arena; a Pokball recalled the unconscious alligator.

Next up are Wraith and Charmeleon! the announcer declared as the two Pokmon were sent out. The ringwraith meets the lovebird!

Charmeleon growled threateningly; some people laughed. Looking at Wraith with a gaze that could kill, he breathed a small flame into his hand like he had done in his battle with Jynx, and clenched his fist. Then he darted towards Wraith with a roar; the much slower Umbreon couldnt outrun him before Charmeleon slashed him with white-hot claws. Wraith shrieked in pain as his side was torn up.

Ow, ow, ow! was all the announcer said.

Charmeleon now breathed out a cloud of silky flames as Wraith tried to run away. Not built to dodge, he was hit by the full blast, screaming.

Charmeleon is using quite a strategy here, folks! the announcer explained. He clearly knows that an Umbreons skin is very tough, and therefore heated up his claws before his Slash attack to cut deeper. Then, with open wounds there, Wraith is vulnerable, which serves Charmeleons main goal: making that Flamethrower hurt.

Mark stared at his Pokmon, who was watching closely as Wraith attempted to stand up. That was, to say the least, very well thought-out for a relatively young Pokmon.

Wraith, who had been struggling to stand up, collapsed again. Charmeleon smiled victoriously as the two were recalled.

The next match of round two is between Scyther and Casey the Pidgeot! Its a match of talons and scythes!

The eagle-like Pokmon was sent out on one end and Scyther on the other. Mark noticed that he was exhausted and the cut across his chest was just as bad as earlier the Pokmon were clearly not healed between rounds.

Casey stood on the ground, tilting her head and observing Scyther with an expression of disdain. The mantis just stared into her eyes until she suddenly looked up, spread her wings and took off. Scyther did the same, and they flew at each other. Unlike the very planned duel between Scyther and Armageddon, this was more of a cat fight; they scratched aimlessly at each other as quickly as they could, feathers raining down onto the ground. There was no way to see what was really happening until they took a short break to breathe after kicking each other backwards.

Caseys missing and ruffled feathers were giving her a slightly hard time flying; Mark noticed that she was clearly flapping her wings faster than in her earlier, healthier state. Her left wing bled; Mark wasnt sure if the red in some other places of her body was just blood from the wing or if they were individual wounds. Scyther, on the other hand, had gotten his slash from the earlier duel scratched up to bleed more, along with some minor scratches in various parts of his body.

The two Pokmon flew at each other again; Scythers strategy had changed, however, as he now focused especially on Caseys injured wing like she had been focusing on his cut. Casey started having a harder time maintaining her altitude now, and this enabled Scyther better access to her wing. Finally Casey dropped to the ground, exhausted. Scyther also landed, panting. Mark was surprised to see that only Casey was recalled; Scyther was left in.

And now its the semi-finals! Four Pokmon have gotten this far which of them will compete in the final match? Were about to find out, and in quite a battle Scyther versus his own evolved form, Scizor!
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

Still not going to sprite for your fangame. Sorry, but I don't really sprite or give out permission for people to use my fake Pokémon anymore.

Dragonfree

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Scyther looked oddly up as the red, armored bug was sent out on the other side of the arena. He got up very slowly, clearly completely out of energy but determined nevertheless.

Scizor

Scythers gaze attempted to tear the Pokmon in front of him apart.

Nobody can stop me now Im getting my revenge

He dashed towards her as fast as he could in his current state; she leapt out of the way with relative ease.

Fast for a Scizor, are we?

Not that thats saying much

He darted towards her again; she was about to dodge him in the same manner as before, but he predicted her movement and tackled her to the ground. Scizor locked her pincers around Scythers arm and tightened her grip. This wasnt quite as effective as it had been on Jolteon, since Scyther didnt have any bones to break, but it bought her a second which she could use to get up. Scizor then zoomed at Scyther to attack him, but he smashed his scythe into her as she came within reach and sent her unexpectedly flying through the air, crashing down on the ground. As she tried to stand up, he jumped on top of her and pinned her down, quickly bringing his scythe to her throat.

Prepare to die, Scizor.

STOP THE BATTLE!

Scyther looked up; a tall, dark-haired boy in the top row had stood up.

Its going to kill my Scizor! the boy yelled.

Scizors trainer, the announcer said simply, when you entered your Pokmon in the Pokmon Frenzy Tournament, you signed a paper stating that you were aware of the rules of the Pokmon Frenzy Tournament. Trainers must not interfere with their Pokmons battles.

I DONT CARE! the trainer screamed. THATS MY POKMON DOWN THERE!

The Pokmon Frenzy Tournament is free of all rules and restrictions of normal trainer battles, the announcer said calmly. The Pokmon are free to do whatever they want.

NO! Scizors trainer roared as Scyther turned his attention back to his opponent. But his scythe didnt move.

His gaze traveled back to the trainer, then to her again; then he slowly released her and stood up. Scyther said something, but nobody heard it through the roars of the other crowds. Scizor didnt stand up, clearly admitting defeat; Scyther stared oddly at her as the two of them were recalled.

That was quite a battle! said the announcer cheerfully in some kind of a failed attempt to liven up the dead silence.

I I wouldnt have wanted my Pokmon to be a murderer Mark whispered to May.

She shrugged. Technically, he already is. Even if the Mew Hunter didnt make him kill anybody, hes a predator and

Thank you, May, Mark interrupted coldly.

Well, our next battle is between Charmeleon and Fury the Hitmonchan, said the announcer awkwardly; Fury walked into the arena on one side and Charmeleon was sent out of his ball on the other.

I might add, if you dont hate me too much, said May shortly, that if Charmeleon wins this, the final battle will be Scyther versus Charmeleon.

Mark froze completely, his heart skipping a few beats. She was right; how could he not have noticed?

Oh God he muttered. Theyre going to kill each other

I wouldnt be so sure of that if I were you, Mark, May pointed out. See, even though Charmeleon has the type advantage, Scyther is at a much higher level, and a bigger and stronger Pokmon in general, besides being one of the very reasons that the Agreement tells Pokmon to specifically not aim their attacks to be fatal. So basically, Charmeleon is going to get sliced up.

Mark would have commented on how stupidly calmly she said that, like she didnt care, but he was too busy worrying.

And I cant interfere, as we saw when Scizors trainer tried to

So we just need to hope Charmeleon loses big time now, May finished. Come on, Fury is at a higher level, and fully evolved. Charmeleon isnt very likely to win.

I guess, said Mark, despite being absolutely not convinced. Charmeleon had proven himself to be very clever so far in the tournament, and he didnt look at all about to lose very easily. Mark shifted his attention back to the battle; Charmeleon was just firing a Flamethrower which Fury dodged before punching the lizard in the stomach, chest and jaw in rapid succession.

Fury used a Comet Punch, and Charmeleon doesnt appear to be feeling very good said the announcers voice as the lizard bent over and spat some blood onto the ground. He looked up again, narrowing his eyes, and then breathed a flame into his hand. Fury leapt forward; Charmeleon grabbed the opportunity and threw the fireball. It singed Furys shoulder and he slightly lost his balance; landing awkwardly, he was vulnerable for a second and this allowed Charmeleon to jump on his back and dig his white-hot claws into the Fighters skin. Fury, while obviously in intense pain, didnt let out a sound and stayed on the ground, slowly enveloping himself in a light blue aura. Charmeleon jumped off his back, and while Fury turned around, the lizard formed flames in his throat and released a bright blast of fire to hit Fury straight in the face.

A nice Flamethrower, which has even greater effects due to Furys current state he used the energy he uses to perform Ice Punch to cool down the pain in his wounds, but this made him more vulnerable to sudden exposure to more heat.

The Hitmonchan stumbled a few steps backwards, but then suddenly darted forward again as his fist glowed and delivered a punch to Charmeleons skull. The lizard was thrown harshly backwards, landing on his side. His consciousness seemed to be drifting away when he forced his eyes open and stood up.

Charmeleon is clearly tough! That Mega Punch should have knocked him out for sure!

Charmeleon fired another Flamethrower; Fury was getting too tired to dodge well, and was partially scorched by the flames. After being hit, he held both of his gloved hands into the air before walking out of the arena. It was clear what this was: he had given up. Marks heart sank.

And Charmeleon is the winner! Its time for the final match: Scyther versus Charmeleon! Incidentally, they are both owned by the same trainer this will be interesting

No, no, no, please, no Mark moaned. Im not watching

He started staring at an ancient, moldy piece of pink chewing gum that had been stuck on the back of the seat in front of him. May rolled her eyes and sighed.

Charmeleon grinned with satisfaction as Scyther was sent out on the other side of the arena. He growled an insult, but the mantis barely seemed to notice. He was all absent-minded and strange.

Its time time to advance

Char he growled. CHAARMELEON!

He closed his eyes in deep concentration and clenched his fists.

Mark, May whispered, poking his shoulder, you have to see this.

Mark looked up. Charmeleon was slowly being wrapped in a white glow

Would you look at that! the announcer yelled. Charmeleon is evolving, here at the start of the final battle of the Pokmon Frenzy Tournament! Now this is something you dont see every day!

Mark stared as his first Pokmon changed in shape for the second time. He grew much larger, the horn on his head split into two narrower ones, his head grew longer and more dragon-like, his neck and tail lengthened, and two leathery wings sprouted from his shoulders. The glow faded away to reveal a fully grown Charizard.

He let out an ear-splitting roar, glaring madly at Scyther. The mantis was clearly astonished, but kept calm. Mark noticed that he didnt look about to attack at all for some reason.

Charizard bent over and started coughing up a bit more blood; however, he then appeared to get a better idea and spat it at Scyther instead. His face got covered in it...

Blood.

Blood is red.

It clicked in Marks brain: something red in a Scythers eyes equals disaster. He quickly focused on the chewing gum again.

Charizard took off from the ground, trying out his new ability to fly. Scyther looked at him through a layer of bright red, and then darted towards the nearest moving object with his scythes in the air: Charizards wings.

The dragon growled, swung his powerful, flaming tail and smashed it into Scythers body, throwing him to the ground. He got up again with some difficulty, blinking; the blood was clearing out of his eyes now, but this hesitation gave Charizard a perfect opportunity to smash his powerful tail into Scythers head, knocking him out and driving him face-down into the ground. Charizard flew slowly up with a triumphant smile, raising his tail.

One more attack is sure to get rid of him for good

No, please, no Mark prayed, still staring at the gum and refusing to look at what was happening.

Charizard lowered his tail slightly.

Why am I doing this again?

We hated each other but why? I dont remember him ever doing anything to me

I I got him to hate me back I wanted him to hate me back

I was afraid that he would attack Mark

No I was a jealous little idiot and convinced myself that that was why

Ive matured now but my actions cant be taken back

Charizard stared at Scyther, lowering his tail completely.

What have I done?

He suddenly stopped flapping his wings and crashed into the ground.

It it looks like this terrifying battle ended in a draw, the announcer spoke in a slightly trembling voice. Charizard has given up, but Scyther doesnt seem to be in a very good condition either.

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Mark never really remembered what happened after that. He just came to his senses as he lay in one of the couches in the Pokmon Center and looked at Nurse Joys face going in and out of focus as she told him that Scyther was no longer in critical condition.

He looked confusedly around. The windows were dark and the few people in the Pokmon Center were asleep. May appeared to have been sleeping on the next couch, as she was now sitting and rubbing her eyes as she listened to Nurse Joy explaining something about Scyther.

Mark stroked his forehead and shut his eyes, trying to recall what had happened. It all seemed hazy. He just remembered the battles. He checked his watch; it was half past two in the morning.

Any questions? Nurse Joy asked.

Er, no, Mark replied, not having listened to what she had been saying. May, could you come over here? he asked as the nurse walked back to the counter. Everything seemed out of order in Marks brain.

What? May asked as she sat down opposite him.

I cant remember anything Mark was getting a slight headache too. Can you fill me in on what happened after the battle was over?

May raised an eyebrow. You dont remember it? Thats weird.

No Mark muttered.

Then again, it makes sense, because you were strange, to say the least.

What happened? Mark repeated in frustration.

Well, you suddenly stood up, walked down from the audience stands, cussed your head off at the Pokball people for not recalling them earlier, took your Pokballs to the Pokmon Center, handed them to Nurse Joy without an explanation so I had to tell her what happened, and then lay down here and stopped responding to anything. I waved my hand in front of your face and you didnt even blink.

Huh? Mark asked. Thats weird I dont remember it at all

May just had a puzzled look on her face.

Its odd, really, I wait, Nurse Joy! Charizard! How is Charizard? Mark asked worriedly, suddenly remembering that Charizard existed. The nurse came back and sighed.

Physically, hes pretty much fine just the normal Pokmon battle stuff. But he seems very depressed for some reason; hes refusing to eat or drink, or even respond at all. Im worried hes trying to starve himself.

Can I talk to him? Mark requested concernedly. The nurse nodded and led him into a blue room akin to the one where Mark had talked to Eevee at the Cleanwater City Pokmon Center. May followed doubtfully.

Most of the Pokmon inside were asleep or unconscious, lying in beds with various accessories for each one. Charizard was awake, however; he was lying flat on his stomach in a corner near a window, completely motionless and staring blankly straight forward.

Charizard? Mark asked carefully. The dragon didnt react at all. Mark stood right in front of his eyes, but Charizard still seemed to be staring through him.

Scyther is going to be all right, if thats what youre worried about.

No reactions.

Can he even hear me? Mark whispered to Nurse Joy. She nodded gravely.

He definitely can. He just ignores it.

Something stirred in the other end of the room; Mark was surprised to see Scyther rising slowly up from one of the beds. Finally Charizard showed some signs of being alive; his eyes moved to the mantis and followed him across the room.

Killing yourself wont help.

Scyther said this in a very calm voice, looking straight into Charizards eyes. The dragon closed his eyes and smiled weakly.

Says who?

Scyther chuckled. At least I know what Im talking about. My situation is very different from yours. Your problem is a thing of the past, a foolish mistake, which didnt have any grave consequences.

It could have, Charizard muttered. I could have killed you

But it didnt happen, and thats what matters, Scyther simply stated. It is not going to make you suffer in the future unless you consciously let it.

I was despicable, Charizard breathed. I deserve to die.

Scyther sighed deeply. All right then. Im coming with you.

The mantis raised his scythe to his own throat. They looked into each others eyes for a while.

You wouldnt do it, Charizard said suddenly.

Wouldnt I? asked Scyther dangerously. Im not afraid of death. Ive already died. He chuckled slightly. You know, it actually isnt that bad in itself. But it isnt the ultimate solution you think it is

He paused for a few seconds, but then continued: I cant say I was glad to be back, but I had no intentions of killing myself again. Mark keeps me alive being a trainers Pokmon gives me a purpose. And speaking of which suicide would be a very bad way indeed to thank him for saving your life.

That hit the spot. Charizard looked at Mark for a second; not much, but definitely an improvement. The two Pokmon stared at each other for a little while.

Well, I guess youre right, Charizard finally sighed. Ive been an idiot.

Youre already forgiven, Scyther just said.

Besides we can always die later, cant we? Charizard smiled as he stood up. The mantis smiled back.

Death is not to be feared Mark heard him mutter as the two Pokmon shook hands.
~Butterfree/Dragonfree/antialiasis of The Cave of Dragonflies

Still not going to sprite for your fangame. Sorry, but I don't really sprite or give out permission for people to use my fake Pokémon anymore.