Royal
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- New York City
- Seen Jun 23, 2019
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THIS IS A WARNING TO THOSE WHO WISH TO READ IF YOU HAVEN'T YET SEEN THE RATING SIGN: This fanfiction is rated "R" due to extreme violence, gore, death, and some other violent material. If you think you cannot handle that, GO BACK – DO NOT READ ON! If you think you can handle it, alright…
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~Prologue~
So, you must have read many stories of how trainers started their journey and defeated gyms and leagues but this time, this story, is different. My name is Jess and I'm a junior in the Viridian City high school. But you see, the world you read or even seen is different than what it really is. Sure, we still have Pokemon battles, but in others stories Pokemon are said to be creatures easy to tame and not to become violent creatures…
Ha! That's a complete lie. But you will meet people who's Pokemon love them from the very start. Pokemon are actually vicious, monstrous creatures in battles – most are close to tearing each other's throats out in battle. Every single one is like that – well, maybe except for easy-going nurse Pokemon like Happiny, Chansey, and Blissey. But the rest… phew… I'm surprised people made a sport out of watching them kill each other…
Anyway, enough of my introduction; let me get right down to business – I'm one of those people who don't own a Pokemon. Yeah, I'm seventeen and I don't own a Pokemon – got a problem with that? I usually sit in the sidelines with my senior boyfriend Ian during gym classes watching the violent Pokemon battles. Let's just say they have to bleach the ground after each battle and that's the time where I get to babble to my boyfriend of how dangerous Pokemon can be to other Pokemon, to people, and even to themselves. He always agrees, but he owns Pokemon of his own however only calls them out if he needs protection from, like – I'm just guessing here – a wild Pokemon maybe. Some people, however, like Malthus Kraine, don't even care about Pokemon and love to see them fight. His Feraligatr is one vicious Pokemon and was close to killing several other Pokemon in battle – it did paralyze a poor Flaaffy and the poor Pokemon had to be put down in a Pokemon Center.
So, here I am, writing down everything that comes to mind during those disturbing gym matches. It was a Weavile and an almost defenseless Ivysaur. The Ivysaur was covered with bloody wounds – slashes along its body and gashes where its forehead was almost ripped open made by the Weavile's lethal claws. The Weavile had a wicked grin on its face as the Ivysaur's blood dripped down its own claws. The Ivysaur was panting nearby, blood dripping down into its red eyes.
The Weavile gave out a high-pitched battle cry before jumping forward to slash its claws along the Ivysaur's face once more.
The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles as the Ivysaur slumped to the ground. The Weavile waved its claws toward the stand, proud, as the Ivysaur's trainer ran up to the wounded Pokemon.
"Jeez," Ian spoke at my side. I looked at him as he shook his head, almost disgusted. "The battles are getting more and more violent every day."
"You're telling me," I said as I interlocked my fingers with his. "They should make battles illegal."
"What's that going to do? People are still going to battle," Ian pointed out.
I slumped in my seat. "I guess you're right."
"Look, Malthus is up."
I looked up quickly to see the red-haired kid walk towards one of the ends of the stadium with a grin on his face. The refs must have cleaned the stadium faster than I had thought. "And Nick's facing him," I spoke as his opponent, a blonde-haired junior walked to the opposite site of the stadium. A maroon and white Pokeball was clenched in his hand.
"Nidorino!" Nick shouted as he threw the Pokeball forward. "You're first!"
In a flash of white light, the small, purple creature appeared. It had a dark violet battle with an almost warty, rough texture. A long horn grew out of its forehead between its eyes. It had long, ragged ears and rounded claws on its feet. It opened its mouth to shout its name in a battle cry and long fangs bordered the inside of its mouth.
A small section of the crowd cheered.
I heard Ian heave a breath. "Poor Nidorino," Ian said in a long whisper. "Newly evolved and it's going up against Malthus's monstrous Pokemon."
I looked at Ian quickly before looking back at Malthus as he threw a Pokeball forward. "Take out that puny Poison type, Primeape."
In another flash of bright light, the furry monkey appeared. It had two red boxing gloves on its thin, black arms and its body was covered in shaggy, tan-colored fur.
And then the battle began…
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