From A Different Perspective

[Gibby]

Updated News: Sunday, June 19, 2004

Ok, it took me a month, but I finally finished Chapter Three: My New Life. I would really like some replies as to how people feel about this chapter. Thank you for reading my FanFic and enjoy reading From a Different Perspective.

Coming soon:
Chapter Four: The Time of My Life

 

[Gibby]

Chapter One: Introduction

FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

Written by: Gibby

Edited by: SweetKoyiBa

Chapter One: Introduction​

The roar from the crowd was deafening. Thousands upon thousands of people have showed up for this year?s Pok?mon Tournament. From the smallest child to the eldest adult, they came to the stadium, where few trainers have ever ventured. Most people are there to watch the spectacular battles; from the explosions, to the unique one-of-a-kind attacks. Others are here to gamble, to chance their luck on who will be the victor. Today, people are shouting louder than usual. Maybe it has to do with this being the last day of the tournament. The winner of the tournament would be determined after this match.

The stadium stood in the middle of a sea of trees. Redwoods, Maples, and Dogwoods surrounded the stadium, like it was some kind of holy sanctuary. Off to the north, Mt. Moon loomed. Its blue shadow loomed over the plain. The moon was peeking from behind the mighty mountain, afraid to come out into the open.

From on top of the grassy hill, I watched the Pok?mon battle, not knowing why they were fighting. The trees helped keep us hidden, my mother and me that is. We sat there, watching them attack each other, one right after the other.

I have to admit, the battle was spectacular. There were two different Pok?mon going at it with all they had. Standing on a flat grass field, now with some dirt showing from the fighting, they were surrounded on all sides by observers that wanted to see what would happen next,. They fought with every ounce of energy they could muster. One of the Pok?mon I knew. I saw one similar to him when I was little, back when I was still learning how to defend myself.

Several years ago, we lived in a nice plane. We still do. The plane was surrounded by trees, mostly Redwoods. Redwoods gave of this scent, like the smell of a rushing spring, that we liked.

A Nidorino came charging in, wanting to take our land for its own. His light purple skin sparkled from the noon sun. You could see some scars on his back, treasures from his past victories. He came, flashing his horns, as is the custom of Nidorino?s to do. He snarled and growled, grunted and snorted, trying to scare us away from our home. >I claim it for myself! I want all you Pikachu?s out of here now!< he gnarled at us, rising his head so that some sun reflected of his forehead horn, making it seem sharper than it really is.

The land had belonged to our ancestors, so we weren?t going to let it go that easily. We would fight to the bitter end. I stood up, ready to join in the fight for our land. But, my father wouldn?t allow me. >You?re too little. You haven?t learned how to defend yourself. You stay here with your mother. Let us go fight him.< he told me. He hurried off, to join in the fight to chase the Nidorino away.

It took ten of us to chase him off. He was much stronger than we had anticipated. From the way he fought, you could tell that he must have belonged to a human at one time or another. When we combined our energy, we were able to make him leave. We got to stay on our land.

I looked at my mother. Her yellow fur was as clean as ever. Her black tale swayed back and forth as she watched the fight continue. >What is that other Pok?mon, mother? I?ve never seen one of them before.<

The Pok?mon I didn?t know swung its arms at the Nidorino, causing a ray of black to glide towards the Nidorino. Dust filled the air, making it hard to see if it hit or not. The crowd went wild when they noticed that it hit, yelling of their satisfaction for this tournament. But the Nidorino just tossed his head and continued to fight with every thing that he had. You could barely hear the attack that the trainers were yelling.

She looked into my eyes deeply. She knew how uneducated I was. >That is a Gengar. You remember the Gastly that passed by that one time? A Gengar is just the Evolved version of him.< she turned her head to watch the fight again.

The Nidorino jumped around, dodging all the attacks that the Gengar leashed out. Then he jumped for the Gengar itself, trying to attack with a Horn Drill. The horn on the Nidorino?s head started to spin rapidly. He was ready to strike, but since Gengar is a ghost type, the Nidorino?s attack just went through his dark, dark purple vapor skin. The Nidorino fell to the ground, the Gengar just starting at him with its ghostly grin.

>Oh.< I said, looking to the ground. >Well, what are they doing down there?<

?Gengar! Use Night Shade!? it trainer yelled. The Gengar must have heard his trainer over the crowd because Gengar started to float up to ten feet in the air. The next thing that happened, the air around Gengar warp around itself. Dark psychic waves of focused energy blasted from Gengar, toward the Nidorino, filling the stadium with ultra violet rays of pure darkness. Dust and dirt flew into the air, filling the stadium with brown like mist that hung around for a couple of seconds. It smacked the Nidorino, sending him flying into the walls surrounding the battle field, shattering it and sending peaces of it all over the field. The crown went wild as the judge declared that Nidorino was unable to battle. Nidorino?s trainer grabbed his Pok?ball from his belt. ?Come here, Nidorino!? he said harshly. A red beam of light shot out of the red and white sphere, retreating Nidorino into the ball. The trainer then started to think of the next Pok?mon he should use, as he put Nidorino?s ball back onto his belt.

Continuing to watch the battle, she said, >A Pok?mon battle is happening.<

The trainer seemed to have finally come to his decision and pulled a Pok?ball from his belt. ?Go Onix!? He threw the Pok?ball into the open, giving his Pok?mon plenty of room to get out. A snake like figure, around twenty-one feet long appeared from the Pok?ball. The big, round, gray boulders that formed its body slithered from side to side. It looked like it was restless. You could tell that this was one of his stronger Pok?mon.

>Why?< I asked.

People started to yell angrily at the trainer. They knew that Rock type Pok?mon didn?t have a chance against Ghost type. But the decision was final. Onix would have to be his last chance at winning the tournament.

>Because, their trainers what them too. That?s what they do.< she told me sadly. I could tell she was sorry for those Pok?mon.

I look at my mother and saw her staring at me with her big, jet black eyes. A tear come rolling down her red cheek. Her face was low, the way a mothers face looks when they find out that their child is leaving the heard to form their own. >Promise me that you will try your best not to be captured and forced to fight.<

The Onix screeched as loud as it could, causing the Gengar to cover its ears. Then, it tried to throw some rocks at the ghost Pok?mon, but was not successful. They just passed right threw, causing no affect what so ever.

>I promise mother< I declared to her. >I?ll do my best to stay away from them.<

>I know you will son. Come, let us go home.< The sound of the crowd faded into the blue night as we headed home.

Next:
Chapter Two: What I Feared Most

 

[Gibby]

Chapter Two: What I Feared Most

FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

Written by: Gibby

Edited by: SweetKoyiBa

Chapter Two: What I Feared Most​

It was late at night. My entire family was asleep. The trees cast shadows down into the valley, like sharp teeth. Mt. Moon couldn?t be seen. Its blackness blended in with the darkness of the sky. The only Pok?mon that were still up were the night dwelling ones; Rattata, Zubat, and Clefairy are just a few.

I couldn?t sleep. I kept twisting and turning. The Pok?mon fight was still fresh on my mind. The way those Pok?mon looked during the fight; the way they seemed to enjoy fighting, for some reason. They had a gleam in their eyes. But what could they be enjoying? They were slaves to those humans. They weren?t allowed to make decisions for themselves. They didn?t seem to have any freedom to do anything they wanted to do.

I got up from my mothers side. She didn?t stir. I didn?t want to wake her up and make her worry about me. She continued to lie there, like there is nothing that she is afraid of. She was one with the forest.

I decided to take a walk, try to calm my nerves, maybe talk with some of the night dwellers in the forest. I?ll be back before my mother notices I?m gone.

The sound of the wind rustled threw the leaves. Even though it was too dark to tell, the leaves were starting to change colors from the brightest of green, to the off set colors of red, yellow, and orange. The sent of fading Dandelions was in the air. The only light came from the moon. There were no stars out tonight; a strange phenomenon that only happens during a full moon when the Clefairy sing.

Those Pok?mon were always great conversationalists. They always have a story about the stars, it seems; like they might have come from them, a long time ago. You could hear the faint sounds of some Butterfree flying off into the darkness, in search of a mate.

I was walking, enjoying the sights and sounds of the night. The fight was running threw my mind, over and over. I was trying to figure out what they must have been thinking.

Then, I heard something off the my left. As I quickly turned, I saw some leaves from a shrub stir; some fell to the dirt ground. I knew something was behind them. Standing at the foot of the mountains, I couldn?t see much. I was terrified but also curious of what it could be. I decided that I would take a quick glance, but to be ready to pounce away if it ended up being a threat.

As I moved closer a black, shadowy figure come into view. Since the creature was in the shadows of the shrubs, I couldn?t tell what it was. It could be a Geodude that come down from the hills, but it was too big. Well, how about an ever sleeping Abra? They?ve been known to come here sometimes when the nights are cool and dark. But, alas, no. It was too warm for them to be here at this time. It could have been a Scyther, with their twin blade arms. But, they are only day Pok?mon. they don?t come out during the night. None that I knew anyway.

I decided that I had hung around long enough. I need to get away before the creature saw me. As I was getting ready to leave, the black, shadowy figure moved its arm to its waist. That was when I knew what it was. It was a human! And this human must have been a Pok?mon Trainer!

I started to run away as fast as I could. I headed deeper into the forest. I figured that I knew more about this forest then that Pok?mon Trainer did. But I was too slow. Before I made it into the shadows of the tall trees, the trainer yelled, ?Ekans! Go!? He throw a Pok?ball right in front of me. It landed five feet in front of me, and opened, letting out the Pok?mon that was destined to battle me. A purple snake, around four feet long, came out of the Pok?ball. Its yellow stripes rapped around him like gold bracelets. The Ekans was ready to fight; it knew what its purpose was.

I was trapped. There was no place for me to run. I was going to have fight, to defend myself. Standing in front of the Ekans, I stared into its eyes, its bright yellow eyes, waiting for it to strike. The trainer stayed in the shadows. I could tell, though, that the human was pulling a new Pok?ball, ready to throw it at me when I was weaker. He is going to try and capture me.

The Ekans didn?t need any instructions from its trainer. It knew what its job was. The Ekans started by using a Leer attack on me, trying to lower my defenses. Everything seemed to change opposite colors. The black sky turned sparkling white, while the white moon turned pitch black. The world turned itself over. The ground was above me and the sky was below be. I fell from the attack, becoming confused as to which way was up and down.

The Ekans, seeing that I let my guard down, came up to me and wrapped itself around me, making it where I couldn?t move, nor escape. It squeezed itself tighter, making it harder for me to breath. >NO!!!< I bellowed. If I didn?t try something, the Ekans would make me weak; weak enough for the trainer to capture me. I couldn?t let him do that. My mother was still asleep at home.

I?m going to have to attack. But how? I decided that I should attack with my sparks. Mine weren?t very strong, but they should be enough to get the Ekans off of me. I concentrated, focused my mind and feeling into using my electric attack. What happened next surprise me. Bright yellow and white bolts filled the area. Sparks went left and right. The trees were lit every time a shock exited me, showering them with florescent light. Yet it didn?t seem to hit the Ekans that was around me. I missed. My one chance at defending myself, and I failed.

?Ha. Look at that. It can?t even control its own Thunder shocks. Man, if you could control your attacks, you would be a great one to have.? the trainer hissed from the shadows. The trainer came out of the shadows, revealing to me my new master. Wearing a red and blue shirt, with kaki pants, he looked to be around forty-something. His graying hear was long in the back, and swayed when he moved. He threw his arm into the air, ready to throw the Pok?ball at me, ready to catch me.

I wasn?t going to let him catch me. I wasn?t going to become some kind of entertainment for this human. I decided to try one more attack; one that my father taught me, a long time ago.

It was a bright, sunny day. All the other young ones were out playing. They were enjoying themselves, running and chasing each other threw the woods. I stayed behind. My father told me that he wanted to teach me an attack, the first attack he taught me.

My father took me into an open field. Surrounded by trees, it was hard to imagine that something like this could be here.

As we walked out into the open, I saw a tall stack of grass. My father had been piled it up to be around three feet tall. My father told me we were going to practice on this stack.

Telling me to stand to the side, he walked up to the stack. He explained to me what he was going to do. >this attack is a basic attack. Simply, you swing your tale at your attacker. It doesn?t hurt them a lot, but it startles them just enough for you to ether get another attack in or to run away.< Then he swung his powerful tail.

What I saw was a black blur. One second his tail was behind him, the next, it was in front of him and the grass went flying into the air. As the grass flew into the air, the grass circled around the aria. After a few seconds, the grass fell back down to the ground; landing all over the open plain.

We took turns practicing on the pile. After each hit, we went around and gathered the grass to pile back up so we could continue to practice.

I focused my mind onto what my father taught me to do. I moved my tail as far away from the Ekans as I could, then with all my might and strength, I swung it into the side of Ekans. I must have done it right, because the Ekans grip on me loosened, enough for me to get out and start to run towards my home.

As I was running, I hollered >Yes! I?m going to make it back! No human will ever catch me!<

At that time, I felt something hit me on the back. It stung worse than a Beedrill?s sting. Before I knew what had happened, my molecules started to separate; they were being pulled into the Pok?ball that hit me. Twisting and turning, changing and morphing, I was sucked into the Pok?ball. The next thing I knew, I as in darkness. Everywhere I looked, nothing penetrated the feeling of being in this dark dungeon.

I was caught. I tried to free myself. I pushed and wiggled, but to no prevail. I was trapped. I was now some trainer's Pok?mon. Oh no, what will my mother think? I told her that I would try my best to stay away from these things. She doesn?t know that I went for a walk. When she waked up and realizes that I?m not there, she will be worried. I?ll never get to see her again.

From inside my Pok?ball prison, I could hear what was going on outside. It was muffled, but I could hear. A faint sound of some beeping. Seven of them in a row, each one a different tone. Some high, some low. Then I heard the trainer talking to someone.

?Hello??..Is Professor Oak there??..May I speak with him for just a minute??..Hello, Professor Oak? This is Chris. I caught another one for you??Yes, this one is different from the other three you have. If I remember correctly you said that you had a Bulbasaur, Charmander, and a Squirtle. And you told me that you have four young, up-coming trainers.?.Well, I caught your fourth Pok?mon?..It is a Pikachu?..Yes, I know that they are one of the hardest to handle?..Yes, I will bring it to your lab. I place it with the other three. Is that ok??..ok. I will see you in a minute.?

Oh no. I?m being sold to some one else. >Please! I don?t want to go! I want to stay with my family! Why can?t you people understand that? I just want to go home!< I cried in my dark, dull prison. No one heard, and no one cared. It seems like no one will be coming to my rescue.

Next:
Chapter Three: My New Life

 

[Gibby]

Chapter Three: My New Life

FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

Written by: Gibby

Chapter Three: My New Life​

Years. That?s how long it felt. I couldn?t tell what was going on outside my prison. Trapped in an endless sea of darkness, I waited; Waited for the time when I would be released again, for the time I would get to enjoy the sight and the feel of the bright sun again.

I could feel tears coming to my eyes. Remembering the way my mother smiled at me when I came home at the end of a long day of play gave me a burning hatred for my capture. I decided that once I was released from this contraption, I would attack him head on. I might get lucky and stun him enough to escape.

In the middle of my fantasy, I heard something. I heard a creaking sound. A sound that trees make when the wind blows them and they bind. Then, I heard this clicking sound, a faint sound, yet defiantly there. The sound of foot steps came to my ears, too. Not knowing what was happening, I waited.

?Hay, Professor Oak, I brought you the Pok?mon.? Chris said in his stern voice. I could feel the force of my Pok?ball being moved, I?m being lifted up; shown off like some kind of a prop.

?Hay, Chris.? a rough sounding voice said. The voice come from someone that sounded stressed out, like he might have been up all night. ?Will you please place the Pok?ball right here?? he asked. I then heard a humming sound, and some clanking.

?Why are you putting it there? Why not display it like the other three?? Chris asked the Professor, showing off his arrogance.

?Well, like I told you before, this Pok?mon is hard to tame. It has a wild nature that takes force to be broken. I will only show it to those that I think have the ability to control it, without having to beat it to a pulp.? the Professor told Chris. I could hear the grunts of approval from Chris, then I felt myself being lowered down.

Down, down I went, and was placed onto some contraption. I could feel myself being lowered, much slower this time, more careful; like the way a mother cares for her eggs. She doesn?t want to harm the egg so she moves it slowly if ever.

Finally, I felt the jerk of the contraption stopping. Then a buzzing sound above me. Then Nothing happened. I could barely hear the voices from outside my dungeon. They were so muffled I couldn?t make out what they were saying.

Waiting in the blackness is one of the worse feelings I ever felt. I knew that someone would eventually come to take me away. They would come and make me fight for them, for their entertainment, for their joy.

After several hours (what felt like centuries to me), I heard some muffled talking. I couldn?t make out much, but I could tell that someone was there to get a Pok?mon. I prayed that I would be picked. That way, I would get out of this darkness and I would have a better chance of finding a way to escape.

I wasn?t lucky that time. Instead of choosing me, I made out the sounds of another Pok?mon; one that I haven?t heard before. It sounded like it was calling itself a Squirtle. I?ve never seen one of them, so I couldn?t visualize what it looked like. That is when I remembered that Chris said to Professor Oak. ?If I remember correctly you said that you had a Bulbasaur, Charmander, and a Squirtle.?

Putting two and two together, I figure out that there were two other Pok?mon besides me. I have never heard of any of them. But since I knew that there were three other trainer?s that wanted a Pok?mon, I would eventually get selected. I would eventually be released.

So, I waited. Soon after the first person left, another trainer came. This trainer came and went just like the last one, only this time the trainer took with him another Pok?mon. I didn?t catch which one he choose, but it narrows the selection down to two. I will be released soon. I will be free. Free to avenge those that have captured me.

A few hours later, a third trainer came. Just like the first two, this one came and went, without so much as a thank you to the ruff voiced person that gave them their Pok?mon. I knew now that I was the only one left. No other Pok?mon were left. The next trainer would have to pick me. I would be free.

Judging from the time the first three came and went, I would have to guess that the fourth and final trainer was a late starter. Straining my hearing, I could hear the faint sounds of the ruff sounding person yawning. I?m guessing that he was ready for this other trainer to come and take me so he could get some rest, maybe take a nap for an hour or two.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the forth trainer came. I could hear the muffled sounds of the trainer and the ruff sounding person talking. It seems to me like they are talking about the other three Pok?mon.

I then felt a little jolt. Me and my Pok?ball prison started to move upwards. Just like we come down, we started moving up, slowly and carefully.

Once the rising stopped, I could hear what was going on more clearly. I could make out the voice of the trainer, the one that would be taking me. He sounded young and arrogant. Judging from his voice, I would have to guess that he was around the age of twelve or thirteen.

I felt my Pok?ball prison being picked up. Knowing that I would eventually be released, I prepared myself.

?Now Ash, be careful with this Pok?mon. This one is a wild one. It hasn?t been properly trained so it will make for a tough challenge.? the ruff sounding person said.

?Don?t worry Professor Oak, I will take good care of him.? the young trainer said. Then I felt my self being thrown down.

?I choose you! Pok?mon!!!? I hit the grown. I then felt myself going through the process of my molecules being separated and put back together again. The feeling was strange, new to me, I didn?t like it. I never wanted to go through that sensation again.

After several seconds, I was outside. I could smell the scent of fresh flowers coming in through the window. I could hear the sound of Pidgey flying outside. I looked around, taking in all that was around me.

I was in a room. Machinery surrounded the outskirts of the room. No wall was untouched. Blinking lights and buttons and levers covered all the machinery. The sun shined through the windows, I could tell that it was late morning, almost noon time.

In the center of the room was another machine. This one had three open Pok?ball lying on in. the fourth Pok?ball (the one I was in) was being held by a young boy. Still in his pajamas, green shorts and a green shirt with a yellow strip down the front, it was obvious that he just got up. His black hair was a mess, but his eyes were fixed on me. They were wide with concern. They seemed to pierce right into me, like he was judging whether I was worthy of him.

Standing next the this young boy was an older man. Gray hair was noticeable on his once brown colored head. He wore an open white coat that he wore over a white shirt and kaki pants. I?ve seen him before. He use to come around our home and watch us, like he was studying us or something.

Several months ago, I was with my friends. The sun was setting and it was about time for me to go. On the way home, I noticed that there was someone behind me. I looked and noticed that it was a man in a white coat.

But instead of a Pok?ball in his hands, he held a pin and a journal. He was scribbling frantically in his journal, trying to get every detail into it as fast as he could.

I didn?t want to hang around much longer. I ran home, but the man fallowed me. Running through some tree thickets, I made it home, but the man came through also. I ran on to my father, yelling that there was a trainer there to capture us.

My father just laughed. He knew this man. He told me that he wasn?t going to capture us. >In fact, he just wants to watch us. He is a Pok?mon researcher. I is trying to figure out what makes us do what we do. He just wants to watch and learn.<

A new hatred grew in me. If this person didn?t want to capture me, then why did he have me brought here to be given to this trainer? I was going to give him the shock of his life when the young trainer came up to me and picked me up.

?Oh, look at the little Pikachu!!? he said as he lifted me up. ?Man, we are going to have so much fun. We will go around and collect those gym badges and see all sorts of stuff.?

I then focused my thoughts onto this trainer. I used a simple Thunder Shock and he started to sizzle.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!!!

?AWWWWWWWWW!!!!?

Electric shards flew around the room. The young trainer fell to the ground with electric burns on his arms. I was released and walked around a little bit.

?Now Ash, you should remember that Pikachu is an electric Pok?mon. He may be young but he can sure shock you if you give him the chance.? Professor Oak told Ash. Professor Oak walked over to a desk and picked up a white box with a red cross on it. Opening the box, Professor Oak pulled out some bandages and some ointment. Putting the ointment on his burns then rapping them with the bandages, he helped Ash with his electric burns.

?Now remember Ash, if you get shocked, put some of this Electric Shock Ointment on the burns and rap them with a bandage. It may take a little while, but they will eventually get better. Just be careful next time, ok?? Professor Oak asked Ash. He then gave Ash the ointment and some bandages.

Ash looked at his arms and noticed all the bandages rapped around them. I could tell that he was thinking if it would be wise to keep me. I hope he releases me once we are outside.

Professor Oak walks over to the desk again and picks up a red gadget and some Pok?ball. He hands them to Ash. ?Here Ash. This is your Pok?dex. It automatically records data on Pok?mon that you have seen or caught. And here are six Pok?ball to get you started. Hope you have a nice time on your Pok?mon journey.?

?Thank you Professor Oak, I will.? Ash said to him. He then walked over to me and asked me, ?Would you like to go outside now??

I looked up at him. His face was scratched from my Thunder Shock, but his eyes were sincere. He really wanted to know if I wanted to go out side. I looked at the door and he got the message. He walked over and opened the door and stood to the side to let me through.

I walked over and looked out the door. The sky was blue, more blue then I have ever seen it before. I could see the shadow of Mr. Moon in the distance. Trees surrounded the mountain making the mighty giant seem like it was farther than it really was. My family was somewhere out there, and I was going to go and find them.

Looking more closely to where I was standing, I saw a new forest. But not a forest of trees, this was a forest of houses. Bright reds and browns from the roofs surrounded this building. It seems that this building is on top of a hill. I looked down and saw the houses surrounding this building. This must have been the main attraction of this city. Some rock steps surrounded on both sides by lush green grass led down the hill to the dirt road. At the bottom, there was a small crowd of people watching and waiting. They must have been family and friends of Ash?s.

Occasionally I hear the sound of a honking horn coming from off in the distance. I?ve never heard that sound. It must be another on the these human?s creations.

I was getting ready to make a run for it when I noticed that this building was surrounded by a fence on all sides. The only opening was where all those other people were. It seems that I will have to wait until we are out of this place. Maybe when I get closer to that exit, I will try and run.

Ash started to walk down towards the crowd. He wasn?t ashamed of still being in his pajamas. He walked right up the crowd and said, ?I have just received my first Pok?mon!?

The crowd cheered and celebrated for a few minutes. Then a women came up to Ash. It must have been his mother. She told Ash to be careful and gave him his backpack with all the necessities in it. I walked over to him and looked at the crowd.

The women that was Ash?s mother had long dark red hair. Her face was young, like she took care of herself when she could. But some wrinkles were starting to show around her mouth, smiling wrinkles I think. Wearing a pink shirt and a blue skirt, she seemed younger than she really should be.

I noticed that the crowd was diverse. There were some young people and some old; tall and shot; fat and skinny. A couple of them held a sign that said, ?Go Ash!? in red letters.

?Now Ash, I want you to know, I have packed your underwear, clean socks, food for a week, clean clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste,?????..? Ash?s mother started to say. She seemed to have fit his entire room into that little pack he was holding now.

Ash looked at here funny and she stopped with here rambling. She then reached into her picket and pulled out some rubber gloves. ?If you ever need to wash anything, use these, that way you will not get sick from all those impurities in the water.?

?Thank you mother.? Ash said while turning read and stuffed them into his backpack also. He then looked at me and said to everyone, ?This is Pikachu. He is my first Pok?mon.?

Some of the younger children then ran up to me. They started to poke and probe me with their fingers. I was starting to get annoyed and was about to do another Thunder Shock when I was lifted my by Ash. But I was too far into the process and couldn?t stop. Ash received the full blast of my Thunder Shock and had to be helped by Professor Oak again, who by the way came out with me and Ash earlier.

?Now Ash, your journey will be a difficult road. Only those with confidence, determination, and love for their Pok?mon will be able to over come it. I will give you some advice, the closest gym from here would be the Pewter City gym. I would recommend going their first. Make sure to capture some more Pok?mon while you are out there.? Professor Oak told Ash. Ash?s mother then kissed him goodbye and everyone started to cheer him on.

I walked behind Ash. I might be able to escape him from hear. Just as long as he doesn?t realize that I left, I will be able to make it kind of far before he notices.

Then, a young child from the crowd yelled to Ash, ?Hay, Ash, why isn?t your Pikachu inside it?s Pok?ball??

Ash then looked at the child and started to say something, then stopped. He pulled out his Pok?ball and threw it at me. I didn?t want to go inside that thing again, so it hit it with my tail, knocking it out of the way.

Ash picked up his Pok?ball and tried again. This time I head butted it away. Ash then looked at Professor Oak and said ?why doesn?t Pikachu want to go inside his Pok?ball??

Professor Oak told Ash, ?Well, some Pok?mon find them constraining, and just don?t like enclosed spaces like that. Just let him stay out.?

But Ash wasn?t sure if he wanted me to stay out. He must have known that I was going to try and escape. The next thing that he did, he pulled out the rubber gloves and some rope from his backpack and tied the rope around my waist.

I tried to Thunder Shock him again, but with the rubber gloves on, I didn?t do much to him. Now I knew why my mother didn?t want me to get captured. They don?t treat us like equals. They enslave us. Just like this trainer is doing to me, they don?t care about what we want, they only want to use us for their pure enjoyment.

This was the time that I told myself that I would never do anything that this trainer asked me to do.

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Chapter Four: The Time of My Life