The bad feeling that Jason had been feeling as he walked into the heart of the cave proved true that something was wrong. A lean looking man in expensive looking clothes, obviously the leader, was standing directly in front of a tied down Lapras. It was an odd color, but Jason wasn't paying much attention to that. What he was watching was the poor thing struggling to get free. With hateful eyes, Jason turned to the man. His pokemon tensed, ready to attack if needed.
The man watched him coolly. "Ah, I remember you." His lip twitched. "The young lad that stopped us back in Olivine."
"And I'm here to stop you now!" Jason spat.
The man chuckled. "You may certainly try, but perhaps we should introduce ourselves, hmm? I am Jerl, and you are?"
"Jason," Jason replied in a stubborn voice.
Jerl nodded. "Shall we begin then?" With a sly smile, he pulled out a dark colored pokeball. "Go!"
With a burst of white light, a black pokemon with a head full of feathers appeared. "Weavile!"
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Jason eyed the pokemon before grinning, knowing the perfect pokemon to go up against this ice type. "Go!" With a burst of white light, Cyndaquil appeared with a blast of fire from its back.
"Cynda!" Cyndaquil said happily before turning to face it opponent. For a moment, there was stillness as CYndaquil stiffened. "You," Cyndaquil hissed, suddenly feeling the scars on its back begin to itch.
The Weavile licked a paw carelessly. "Me," he purred, giving a nasty smile. With a wink, he bounded off as swift as a bullet.
Cyndaquil snarled loudly, its back erupting and making the whole cave get hot. Before Jason could call him back, Cyndaquil was gone. Just as he was prepared to run after the fire type, Jerl said, "Ah ah ah," before releasing his next pokemon.
"Lucario!" barked out the pokemon, surprising them all.
Jason nodded to his own. Eagerly, Lucario jumped forward, prepared to face off against its own kind. Grabbing another pokeball, Jason released Chikorita. As soon as he appeared, he ordered, "Go after Cyndaquil," before turning to face his new opponent.
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"How does it feel?" came the taunting voice as Cyndaquil fired another Ember attack. "How does it feel?" came the same question. "To be the only survivor of your family's massacre?"
"Shut up!" Cyndaquil roared, firing more Ember's. "Where is he!?"
"Cyndaquil!" Chikorita called, finally catching up to the fire type.
"Ah, a friend of yours?" Weavile teased as he flexed his claws. The dark pokemon turned its attention back to Cyndaquil. "Where is who?" he asked innonccently.
"You know who," Cyndaquil hissed. "My brother... that murderer."
"Like I'd tell you," Weavile said with a laugh.
"Cyndaquil, what's going on?" Chikorita whispered.
"Oh, don't you know?" Weavile called mockingly as it became a dark blur and used it Pursuit and swept passed them with a graceful ease. "His brother and I killed his family!"
Chikorita gapped, not expecting such an answer. Sure he knew the fire type had a bad past, but nothing like this. Unbiddingly, the grass type began to feel his power surge.
Snarling, Cyndaquil's rage reached its point. Fire erupting from his back, Cyndaquil couldn't help what happened next. The fire surrounded his whole body, and with a violent cry, he rammed into the vile pokemon. The screamed that echoed throughout the cave were bittersweet. "Flamewheel," Cyndaquil remarked in awe, mouth wide with shock. "The attack that came so eaily to my..." Before he could finish his sentence, a bright glow surrounded not only his body, but Chikorita's as well. Their rage against such a sin was giving them power... Once the glowing had stopped, two very new pokemon appeared in their place.
Weavile gritted his teeth angrily. "Like that'll help you!" he snarled, already powering up an icy orb between his paws and firing.
Eyes bright with power and hate, the newly evolved Quilava let out a loud bellow, flames erupting from its head and fighting against the Ice Beam. "That won't help you anymore, either," came the cold reply.
Amber eyes looked at each other, and as one, Bayleef and Quilava nodded as they turned to glare at a glowering Weavile. "Charge!" they roared, one body erupting in flame as the other began to charge with thick, vicious whips swinging about.
Weavile scoffed. "You may have evolved, but that won't be enough!" he roared, body charging with a swift agile body, butt feather's glowing silver. "Take this!" he snarled, spinning and slammed his Iron Feather at Bayleef.
Bayleef scoffed and slammed his vines to the ground, sending his body flying up just as Weavile slammed to the ground and created a small hole. Weavile snarled angrily, only to let out a loud huff as Quilava slammed into him with Flame Wheel. "Oof!" Spinning head over heels, Weavile finally got control of himself with a few simple flips, being sure to put some distance inbetween its opponents. The dark type eyed the two pokemon darkly, now starting to get a little worried. Two on one would be hard.
"This is the end for you," Quilava growled, evolved eyes now fully open as they stared the horrible pokemon. "But not before you tell me where my brother is!" he yelled, mouth wide as the burning hot fireballs exploded from his mouth.
"You just don't get it, do you!" Weavile snapped, flipping high over the fire attack and landing on a tall rock expertly. His face was uptight in a sneer, fangs glistening ever so slightly.
"I suggest you tell him," Bayleef said darkly as he swung his much larger leaf, smiling at the fact that his Razor Leaf attack looked much bigger and sharper. He felt... content.
Weavile scoffed as he blasted an Ice Beam, successfully freezing all of the incoming sharp leaves. With a satisfied look, Weavile slammed a clawed foot on one of the frozen leaves, giving a smirk towards Bayleef.
Bayleef scoffed at the display. "Poison Powder," he said with a deadly look. As the poison attack swept towards Weavile, he blinked once at Quilava.
"Right," Quilava muttered as he used his Quick Attack to get behind Weavile, but stayed low in the rocks where he couldn't be seen.
Weavile looked bored with the display. "Such a slow attack," he said in boredom, already disappearing in a black blur. "You need to speed it up!" he roared, reappearing at a tsunned Bayleef's side, claw glowing a baby blue color. "Ice Punch!"
"Now!" Bayleef roared quickly before letting out a thunderous grunt as the Ice Punch landed a hit on his leaf color.
"I've got ya!" Quilava snarled, coming out from within the rocks, mouth wide open as it blew a mass of stars, but they weren't aimed at Weavile. Instead, they spun around the cave, blowing the Poison Powder towards Weavile.
Stunned, Weavile quickly brought up a claw to his mouth, trying not to inhale the poisonious powder, but it was too late. With a wracking cough, Weavile slowly being weakened and was left open. "Now!" both Quilava and Bayleef roared, spewing flames and leaves everywhere.
With a loud snarl and disgusted glare, Weavile focused his Ice Beam attack, desperately trying to blast their attacks back. The ice attack was good for the sharp leaves, but Quilava's Ember attack blasted right through, burning away at Weavile's chest.
"Rurg," Weavile grimaced, bending over and coughing up a storm, which only worsened the burn on his chest. Being part ice type, his body was slowly misting, indicating that he was losing his freeze, which could be deadly for an ice type. "Scum... traitor," he hissed.
Quilava's fire grew in anger. "You're the traitor!" he roared, charging forward, body comply enflamed in a bright blue, indicating that even his flame knew his anger.
"Nice try," Weavile sneered, using an Iron Tail against the wall and bringing down it own makeshift Rock Slide.
"Keep going!" Bayleef snarled at his friend, spinning his large leaf to send many Razor Leaf's at the incoming rocks. When the rocks kept coming at Quilava, even after the barracage, Bayleef charged, vines flying.
Grateful for his friends help, but almost too furious to take much notice, Quilava continued his charge, loving the look of fear on Weavile's face. The vile thing had never expected his old punching bag to get so strong. "Flame Wheel!" he roared, an enferno all but being created.
"I-ice Beam!" Weavile spat out, completely startled. Cold icy beam flying, Weavile focused all of his strength, but it wasn't even close to being enough. "N-no!" he spat, eyes wide as, at last, Quilava burst through his own attack and ran right into him, sending him sliding on his back as this blasted fire type rested on his stomach, burning him completely. "Bass... tard," Weavile gasped, body no longer the simple black he had been, but a charcoaled black because of how badly he had been burnt. Quilava was going for the kill. "Ice pu-!"
Weavile was cut short as a Vine Whip grabbed hold of his claw and twisted it, easily breaking it as it slammed against a sharp rock. The ear splitting scream that echoed throughout the cave was music to Quilava's ears. "Where is he?" the fire type hissed. "Where is my brother."
Weavile was gasping in pain, completely immoble as Quilava stood on his chest, still burning him. "De... dead."
"What!" Quilava snarled, digging his claw into the wretched Weavile.
"Dead!" Weavile gasped, grasping weakly at the paw with his unhurt one. "When..." he gasped for more air, and regretfully, Quilava let up. "When you escaped," he hissed, voice turning raw as even his insides began to burn, " you used an explosion as your distraction." Quilava remembered. He had burned a gas tank in the kitchens. "He... he was in there..."
For a moment, Quilava stood there stunned, unable to believe what he was hearing, but then, suddenly, a weight left his shoulders. He felt... almost free. As he turned hatefully towards the other murderer of his family, Quilava forced his snout into Weavile's mouth, allowing hot magma to seep into the seizuring pokemon.
"Finally... Now I am," Quilava said with a sigh as he fell to the ground, exhausted as he watched the one he hated burn away. "I... don't want to fight anymore."
With a nod, Bayleef laid next to his friend. As he watched the pokemon burn away, he felt the last of his own resolve burn away. He had dreaded evolving, but he was alright now. Now that he had done it, he felt at peace. He was a fighter, and he accepted that even in his new form, though he knew he would never evolve into his last form, but right now he needed to be at a friend's side. And for now, they both felt their fighting spirit burn away with this pokemon's ashes.
With a sigh, they both returned to their trainer's sigh, only to see a disaster taking place, but they both knew they would not, and could not fight anymore.