Chapter 12
Bad Guys, Bulbasaur and Big Red.
(I'm now switching this to first person, the third person was a bit annoying.)
I began chasing the man "Give me them back!". The man then tripped over a large stone, making him fall into the dirt, he then fell into a nearby river. "Wait, when did that river get there?" I asked my self. I began praying that Charmander decided not to pop out of the pokeball, he would be done for if he comes in that river. I had nothing else to do, but hop in there with the man, and show him who's boss, underwater. So, I jumped in there and gave a few swift punches, missing, and then saw the man hop out. I looked at the tall, skinny, Mexican man. He had dark black hair, an orange shirt, tight blue jeans, and a thick accent. "Where are my Pokemon at?!" I shouted. "Ah, I has no more of your Pokemans. Please, don't hurt me." He began pulling out everything from his pockets and handing it to me. I saw a pokeball. "Hey, whats that?" I asked. "My first Pokeman." It is a Growlithe, I swear! Mama gave it to me when I was 14." He called out the small orange dog. "How cute." I said, petting it. I knew about Growlithe and Arcanine. "Hey, why hasn't it evolved yet?" I asked. "I got an everstone, I can't have it evolve. To cute." He said. "Everstone?" I said, sounding like an idiot. "Ah, you give it to a Pokeman, and it will never evolve. Ever. See, I made a little necklace out of it." He explained. "Uh, I see." I said. I felt bad about wanting to kill the guy. I mean, he seemed pretty nice. Right? I then noticed an imprint of something in his pocket. "Hey whats that?!" I said.
He noticed what I was talking about. "Uh..." Then pulled it out. "Whoa!" It was a knife, he took it out and threw it right at my chest. I began choking. The doctors showed up. This time I was in an out. I don't remember the doctors, the nurse, the pokemon, anything. Not even checking out. I woke up laying where I was before, except I had no knife in my chest. Weird. Then it came to me. My Pokemon! Pidgeotto was still circling the sky. This time with a piece of clothe in his mouth. I ignored that. I hoped over the fence that was blocking my way. I hoped into the river looking for my pokeballs. "No luck!" I tried as hard as I could, but had nothing in my hands except a few McDonalds wrappers and a Budweiser bottle. Neither were helpful in this situation. The river was deeper. Now that I say that, it was probably a lake. Yeah, we'll call it a lake. I went deeper. Finding nothing. My head started aching. It would be a good idea to go back up. I began losing my breath. "*gasps* I can't do it anymore. But I need to continue." I went back under. I found a couple of weird things like rings, milk bottles, and something that sort of resembled a dead body. But, absolutely no Pokeballs whatsoever!
I then went back under and found all of them, which was sort of weird, because I couldn't find them before. I came back up. "Would you like to join me, Pidgeotto?" I guess he said yes because he gladly went into the pokeball I set on the ground for him. He went in and we found a Pokemart. Cool, I guess. I went in... And there it was.... My favorite kind of gum... Big Red! So I went over "How much is this, sir?" I asked the clerk. "Free, nobody likes them at all." he responded. You may find this strange, but I learned something. When life gives you free gum, you don't turn that offer down. So I took the gum and left, feeling pretty good about my new accomplishment, if that's what you'd like to call it. We continued walking, and then we came across a young boy. Maybe 12. Maybe. "I just got a new pokemon, wanna battle?" The boy asked. "Sure, I would love to." He sent out a pidgey. I sent out Pikachu. The boy, for some reason, didn't want to tell his Pidgy to do anything, so I told Pikachu to use thunderbolt. It was a one hit knock out. "Grr. Go, Spearow!" the small bird thing popped out. It flew towards Pikachu, knocking him to the dirt.
Pikachu popped right back up. I didn't have to tell him to get out of the way when the bird hurled toward him at 30 miles per hour. I told Pikachu to take the chance to hit him as hard as he could with his tail while he was low. Obviously, he did. It knocked the bird to the dust and we found it knocked out. "This time, you'll face my strongest one! Go mystery Pokemon!" Why the kid had to call it "mystery" was a mystery to me, but if this was an Articuno, I'd run like a murderer was chasing me. I sat and waited for him to the the dust off of the pokeball, as if it mattered. He was going to throw it into the dirt anyway, so why bother cleaning it off? He threw it and I sat and chewed my gum. I think the Pokemon didn't want to come out, because this thing had to be kicked like a football to get out. The pokemon came out and it was a Bulbasaur. Now, why he called it a mystery is something I don't understand, its a starter pokemon. It may be rare, but it isn't the greatest Pokemon.
It used a vine whip on the child's command and caught my Pikachu in a vine and began thrashing. "Pikachu! Use thundershock and make it go up the vines and shock it!" It was a success. It had paralyzed Bulbasaur and it was stuck there doing nothing while the child began yelling at the "stupid thing" to move. I then called Pikachu back and sent out Charmander. Charmander came out and used ember on my command and then knocked it out. The child began yelling and screaming, blaming it on the poor little dinosaur. "This is all your fault Bulbasaur. Keep the stupid thing, here is it's pokeball. I want nothing to do with the piece of trash anymore!" I wish I had it on camera, because right then Charmander jumped up and used a move that he couldn't do. Flamethrower. And sent the kid flying. It was great. I took the pokeball and captured Bulbasaur. I went and continued, on the way to Celadon City, to fight the next gym leader: Erika.