Pokemon Retro-Evolved

Just to clarify guys: I meant that the outside environment (Route 1) is much more familiar to Squirtle than the inside environment (Professor Oak's Lab). Sorry if I was unclear about that.

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Chapter 7 - The Rampaging Rhyhorns



There hadn't ever really been a moment in James' peaceful, middle-class life in which he'd actually been in this much physical danger. He had never even really put much thought into the issue. His parents had always been good to him and had pretty much given him everything he had wanted as a child. He never had a job of his own and, thus far, had been provided for by his parents for his entire life up to this point. They had always kept him safe and out of harms way.

Now that there was some massive, unknown threat actually chasing him down, potentially wanting to KILL him, he wasn't really sure how to handle it. Deciding to keep quiet rather than to voice his growing fears, he sprinted behind Trista who was dragging poor Bobby through tall grass, bushes and branches. Despite her heavy load though, James still had a rough time keeping up with her, and was tiring quickly.

"HURRY UP!" she hollared at the brown-haired 16-year-old as he began lagging a bit. "If you get caught by those things you'll be in a lot more pain than you are right now!"

James somehow doubted that, referring to the fact that his lungs felt like they were going to explode at this point. Regardless, his fear of the unknown kept him running.

His body would give out before he let himself be captured by whatever was following them.

And almost as he was about to keel over from sheer exhaustion, having sprinted through what seemed like the entire length of Viridian Forest, Trista had pointed out a nearby opening in a small hill. A cave? In Viridian Forest? It was odd, that was certain, but James honestly didn't really care at this point. His life was in danger, and he was genuinely scared.

As the three of them dove into the small opening, Trista quickly pulled some green branches and leaves from a corner of the cramped place. With them, she covered the entrance to the miniature cave, making it blend in perfectly with the hill it was located inside.

Sitting cramped and crowded in the tiny area, James found himself stuck between the two other Trainers. Bobby was forced towards the back end of the cave while Trista sat near the entrance. All three of them had their knees to their faces as they sat on the cold stone floor. It was certainly not comfortable, but it was better than getting caught by whatever was chasing them.

The rumbling was growing louder as it appeared that their would-be-captors grew ever closer. Not daring to make a lot of noise, James regained his wind by taking in slow and frequent breaths, trying to keep his sound-output down. Trista was not breathing heavily at all, and Bobby too, was strangely in good shape. Well, he HAD been dragged by Trista the whole way, so there hadn't been a heck of a lot of effort on his part.

Then they came through. The rumbling grew deafeningly loud as the group of creatures charges passed their hiding spot, sending mini-tremors through the earth as the tiny hole in the hill they were hiding in threatened to cave in on itself from the sheer force of the shaking.

As they rampaged by, James was finally able to make out what they were as he peered through the leafy covering Trista had erected. They were large and gray, appearing almost like giant boulders. Yet, they had four legs and were running and had horns on their heads with various spikes jutting off from all angles. Rhyhorns! Quickly taking out his Pokedex, James pointed it at them, putting his ear to the speaker and covering his opposite ear in hopes of drowning out the deafening quakes.

"Rhyhorn," The Pokedex began. "The spikes Pokemon. Its body is clad in a thick hide, and its tackles topple buildings. Unfortunately, it is not smart."

Taking the information in as he put his Pokedex away, the three of them waited for the massive rumbling to cease. It seemed like, after a while, it had stopped just as soon as it had started, and the large beasts were on to another part of Viridian Forest, ready to stomp it into the ground as well. But wait...what was that?

One of the Rhyhorns had been separated from the pack. It layed upon the trampled grass and trees, crying in pain as it called out for any sort of help. There was a dark mist surrounding it and, as James had noticed earlier, it had surrounded the other Rhyhorns which had just run through. Its front leg was obviously very damaged, as it jutted off at a very odd angle. It must've tripped and then been trampled by the other large beasts. It cried out once more, obviously in need of medical attention.

"That's it," James said to the other two. "I'm going out there. I can't just sit here and let that Pokemon writhe in agony."

The 16-year-old, expecting to be shot down by Trista, was pleasently surprised when she simply nodded her head in approval. Looking over to Bobby to confirm that he had understood what was going on, the three of them, together, slowly crept out of the cave they had been hiding in to attempt to rescue the large rock beast as it was now rolling across the ground, desperate for help.

Scanning his surroundings before walking out very far into the open, James was really disturbed by what he saw. The entire forest had been trampled, utterly and completely. Well, a section of it had been destroyed anyway. The Rhyhorns' path was very obvious, as it cut right through the middle of the Viridian Forest. There were trampled trees, stumps, grass and dirt everywhere. The ground wasn't exactly flat, but there certainly were no more trees to speak of in the immediate area. It was horrible.

Slowly walking towards the injured Pokemon, James tried to sneak up on it. The Rhyhorn obviously did not notice him as he got closer in. It was too invovled in its own pain. With its eyes shut and its mouth open, roaring for help, James would be surprised if it would've heard him even if he had screamed. Getting behind the writhing heap of rock, Trista and Bobby had followed close behind him. Quickly, James did the first thing that came to his mind. Grabbing an empty Pokeball from his belt, he threw it at the creature's back. The ball connected, opening up and absorbing the creature in a white light. The ball fell to the ground with the Pokemon inside. Shaking back and forth violently, James feared for a moment that Rhyhorn would burst out and attack him in a fit of rage. It didn't, however, due to its weakened state, and the ball stopped shaking. With a sharp "ding" sound, the red and white orb remained motionless on the trampled and dirt-filled green grass.

"WOOHOO!" James called out, finally realizing what he had actually done. "I just caught my first Pokemon!"

Bobby ran over, high-fiving him as he congratulated him.

Trista said nothing. She was probably upset that James had captured an already weakened Pokemon, so she probably didn't even count it. True, James didn't really battle it, but then again, he couldn't just leave it there to die.

"I guess the next stop is Pewter City for you guys, then," Trista told the two, suddenly. "You have to go get that Rhyhorn healed at a Pokemon Center. There's nothing more you can do here."

Stunned by her statement, James and Bobby couldn't believe their ears. LEAVE the girl alone in this place with dangerous Pokemon everywhere!?

"Are you kidding me?" James asked her. "You expect us to leave you here in Viridian Forest to fend for yourself against these Team Rocket-controlled Rhyhorns? Yeah right..."

Then a voice came from above them, above the cave they had been standing on.
"Good to see you again," The mysterious figure stated.

It was Slate.

He had his Dark Pack again, of course. Apparently, Team Rocket had an overwhelming supply of these things to just keep handing them out to all their grunts. Then James was even more surprised. Coming in from both side, two more Team Rocket members flanked them.

One was very tall and had a completely shaved head. He wore the same Dark Pack and suit as Slate did, but was extremely thin, to the point of being gaunt. He had night-black eyes.

"This is Shackle," Slate said, introducing one of his parteners in crime.

The other was a girl. Well, if you could call her that...because she had all the features of a professional male body-builder. She was tall (although not as tall as Shackle) and had long, curly red hair. She had a strong jaw and pasty blue eyes. She too, had the black suit and Dark Pack.

"And this is Trixy," Slate commented, introducing his other companion.

Completely taken aback but this sudden appearance, Bobby, James and Trista had all taken defensive stances, their backs facing each other. Being surrounded like they were, they were definitely going to have to fight their way out.

"I believe you have something that belongs to Team Rocket," Slate called down to them from his high position. "Hand it over and we might let you go."

Shackle and Trixy began laughing.

"You're right," The silver-haired grunt responded. "We really won't. But we do have more important things to do than deal with you losers."

"Try me," James instantly responded. "Because if I recall correctly, we stomped you last time we fought. You want another beating, I take it?"

Slate simply laughed again.

"Let's see, child," He responded as he took a Pokeball with his metal arm, hurling the now black and white orb towards the trio. His parteners did the same.
The battle was on.


To be continued...
 
Now it's getting tricky. You're dealing with a scenario that requires an unusual amount of effort from James. You're making it dramatic; this is a turn that the anime never dared take. You're handling it well, but bear in mind you're walking on eggshells doing something this good. It's a huge jump.

Are you ready? One, two, leap for it!!!
 
Chapter 8 - Three on Three!



All three of the dark Pokeballs (or Dark Balls, as they were apparently called), exploded and released the Pokemon they contained.

The first of the three Pokemon was a Machop, which came out of Trixy's Dark Ball. It looked like any other Machop, being shaped similar to a human (but much shorter) and having gray skin and three brown ridges coming from the top of its head. But, like the Rhyhorn's, it also had a dark mist surrounding it as well as pitch-black eyes with no pupils. This thing was evil, no question about it.

"MACHOP!" The dark Pokemon yelled.

From Shackle's Dark Ball came a large yellow Pokemon with brown bottoms. It appeared to have a nose like an ant-eater as it stood there, the black mist surrounding it as well.

"Drowzee...," The Psychic Pokemon said calmly.

Slate's ball exploded on the ground, and in a flash of light, another Pokemon appeared. At first, it looked to be like a large pile of purple goo. It was, in fact, just that, except that it had two arm and completely black eyes, just like the other Team Rocket controlled Dark Pokemon.

"GRIMER!" It shouted, as it was obviously ready for combat.

The three Pokemon Trainers looked at their opponents for a moment, deciding which of their own Pokemon they'd use in combat. James only had one choice, having only his Squirtle, so he was the first to take out his Pokeball and launch it towards his closest opponent. This happened to be Slate's Grimer. Squirtle shot out of its Pokeball in a burst of white light, and the blue turtle Pokemon faced off against the purple pile of goo.

Trista was next, selected her Scyther and throwing it towards the Dark Machop. The green bug Pokemon appeared in a burst of light and zipped back and forth for a moment, getting itself warmed up for the coming battle.

Bobby, taking his Pokeball from his belt, knew he'd be better off with Pinsir. Sure, Kakuna was very good at resisting physical attacks, but that tough defense would be no good against an opponent who used psychic attacks. The brown, stag-beetle Pokemon came screaming from its ball, facing off against the Dark Drowzee.

Not waiting even a moment for Team Rocket to issue an order, James gave Squirtle its first command.

"Use bubble!" He told it.

Responding to its Trainer's order, Squirtle took a quick breath of air, followed by a forceful stream of bubbles aimed straight for the purple blob. Grimer, not even moving, absorbed the entire attack. Appearing barely even damaged, it then responded with a sludge bomb, not even needing an order from Slate. Squirtle, seeing the incoming attack, quickly jumped into the air, vauling over the ball of grime as it landed right next to its opponent.

"Tackle it, Squirtle!" James said, seeing the perfect opportunity.

The blue turtle Pokemon quickly lunged itself at Grimer as hard as it could, hoping to deal a heavy amount of damage to the Dark Pokemon. The blob, however, proved very resistant to the attack as it simply recoiled a bit from the shot, rolling and oozing with the momentum of the attack. Reforming itself only five feet away from Squirtle, it quickly spewed a cloud of dark, purple poison towards the water Pokemon.

"That's poison gas! Use withdraw!" The 16-year-old ordered.

Squirtle did as it was told, pulling into its shell and allowing the purple gas to pass right over it, causing very minimal damage. The Dark Grimer didn't stop there though, as it then began sludging its way over towards it opponent relatively quickly, ready to strike it hard as it used its purple arms to push itself up into the air, ready to come down hard on Squirtle and pound it. The water type, seeing this just as it managed to pull out of its shell, only had time to react on instinct. Quickly, it spun itself around, performing a tail whip attack and sending Grimer to the ground as it completely missed its target. It then stood there, stunned for a moment from the attack. Seeing the ripe opening, James gave his order.

"Bubble again!" The Trainer shouted to his water-type Pokemon.

Squirtle obeyed and, just as Grimer was beginning to recover itself, the shots landed hard and clean, the powerful stream of bubbles dealing maximum damage. The Dark Pokemon, severely weakened by the attack, oozed backwards away from its opponent. It did not want any more of this battle, that was certain. Hesitant to attack such a weakened Pokemon, James quickly took his free moment to check up on his partners. Looking over, he saw that Trista's Scyther was engaged head-on with the Dark Machop, neither really seeming to have an advantage as they grappled with each other. Pinsir, too, was fairing quite well. The Drowzee it had been fighting was now on its back as Pinsir repeatedly stomped into its stomach causing the Psychic Pokemon to squirm in pain.

"CHOP!"

And just like that, Scyther had defeated Machop. Only having turned his head away for a moment, James had missed Scyther's lightning quick slash, catching the Fighting-type Pokemon right across the chest and flooring it instantly. And there the three Trainers stood; their Pokemon fatigued, but victorious.

Trixy, Slate and Shackle all stood frozen for a moment. They obviously hadn't expected to be defeated by a group of kids, especially when they had initiated the surprise attack.

"You damn KIDS!" Slate yelled at them. "I SWEAR I'M GONNA GET YOU NEXT TIME!"

And, just like that, the three Team Rocket members, beaten and angry, returned their Pokemon into their balls as they took off sprinting towards the rampaging Rhyhorns. James thought about giving chase, but he knew better. There were probably more members of Team Rocket down that way, as well as a whole heard of Rhyhorns at their disposal.

"Nice work, guys," Trista complimented them. "I'm impressed."

Squirtle then walked over to its Trainer and hugged his leg.

"You did a great job, buddy!" James said to it as he patted its head.

The Water Pokemon closed its eyes as it absorbed the praise. It was happy that it had done such a good job for its Trainer. Seeing that it was a little weary, James decided to return it to its Pokeball to give it a little rest. Who knew when Team Rocket would attack again?

"Well I think its about time you guys got outta here," Trista told Bobby and James.
"What are you talking about?" James responded. "We have to stay here and save Viridian Forest!"

"Affirmative," Bobby responded. "It would be morally reprehensible to leave this place to Team Rocket's bidding."

Trista put her face to her palm it frustration at their ignorance.

"It's Team Rocket!" She yelled at them. "You can't beat them by yourselves! All we did today was stop a few lowly grunts! That's NOTHING! Look, you guys have to leave and go get help! I have a cousin just north of Cerulean City named Bill. He's a Pokemon expert and should be able to help us solve the riddle of these Dark Pokemon."

James was bewildered by the green-haired Trainer's statement.

"You expect us to leave you here by yourself!? And why would we go to Cerulean City when there is a police station in Viridian City?" He asked her, becoming upset himself.

"BECAUSE THE COPS ARE IN ON IT!!" She yelled back, shutting James up very quickly. "Don't you think something would've been done about Team Rocket by now if the police were actually doing their jobs? Their obviously being paid off or something. That's why you guys have to go see Bill. He can actually help us find a way to solve this problem!"

Not wanting to annoy her anymore in fear of her wrath, Bobby piped up quietly.

"And what about you?" He asked as nicely as he could.

There was a moment of silence.

"I'll be fine," She responded. "Scyther and I have been dealing with Team Rocket in these woods for days now. Plus, it'll take those goons weeks to clear this entire place, and I know Viridian Forest like the back of my hand. Trust me. I can handle them. Now get outta here. We're running out of time."

There was really no more to be said, James thought to himself. Watching Trista sprint off into the still-standing sections of the forest, he was motionless for a moment. She was gone now, and he knew he couldn't catch her. Looking at Bobby, but not really needing to say anything at all, the two turned and headed north, towards Pewter City.

Hopefully they could get to Cerulean City in time.


To be continued...
 
Chapter 9 - A Step Forward



After finally making their way out of Viridian Forest, the Pokemon Trainer duo found themselves walking along Route 2 once again, just like they had before entering Viridian Forest. It was getting dark out, this time, and James checked his cell phone clock. It was 7 pm.

"We need to get to Pewter City before it gets too dark out," James told Bobby. "Otherwise who knows what kind of Pokemon we'll come across? Plus, Team Rocket could be following us as we speak."

Bobby nodded in acknowledgement.

"Well, if my calculations are correct, we are only half a mile from Pewter City. If we continue up and over that hill over there we'll be able to see it," The 10-year-old boy with thick glasses told his partner.

So the two kept walking, side-by-side as they picked up their pace a bit. No, they really weren't scared, but James had two things on his mind at the time. First and foremost was getting to Cerulean City in time to save Viridian Forest...and Trista. The second thing was the wounded Rhyhorn he was carrying in a Pokeball. Yes, it was getting rest inside of the red and white orb, but rest alone wouldn't heal the poor Pokemon's broken leg. He'd have to get it to a Pokemon Center, and quickly.

Route 2, all in all, was very similar to Route 1 as far as its basic layout was concerned. The only real difference, James noticed, was the fact that there were many more small rocks and boulders hanging around, and the ground was also a bit more hilly. The grass and trees were still present though, but they were getting increasingly harder to make out with the sun almost completely set by now.

Continuing along their path, the two Trainers were suddenly surprised by a brown and white object zipping past them. As it flew straight towards the direction they were heading, it suddenly turned around in mid-flight, as it flew towards them once again. As both of them dodged out of the way, James quickly whipped out his Pokedex and pointed it at the thing as it flew by once more.

"Pidgey, the tiny bird Pokemon," The metallic voice droned. "It is docile and prefers to avoid conflict. If disturbed, however, it can ferociously strike back."

After hearing this information about their attacker, James wondered what they had done to set the tiny Pokemon off. Certainly they hadn't attacked it. Did they wake it up as they were talking? He really didn't know, but at this point he knew what he had to do. Taking a Pokeball from his belt, he threw the things towards the ground.

Squirtle, the tiny turtle Pokemon, came out and was ready for combat. James had, for a moment, thought about using Rhyhorn, but the thought quickly left his mind. The large rock beast was far too injured to battle, even against a Pokemon much smaller than it. Squirtle took an offensive stance as it faced down the wild Pidgey. The little bird Pokemon stopped zipping around, instead stopping for a moment, obviously surprised to see another Pokemon blocking it from attacking the humans again.

"SQUIRTLE!" the blue Pokemon said aloud to the bird. "Squirtle, squirt squirt!"

"PIDGEY!" the tiny bird screeched as it flew down to Squirtle, ready to strike it down with a Tackle.

Squirtle didn't have time to dodge the fast attack, but it did have a chance to brace itself and, as the bird came in at full speed, the turtle Pokemon managed to stand its ground for a moment. Then, the two of them were launched backwards. Both recovering fairly quickly, James issued the first order to his Pokemon.

"Use Bubble, Squirtle!" The Pokemon Trainer ordered.

Bobby, realizing he was now in between the two combatting creatures, ran over next to James and out of the way of the attack. Squirtle took a sharp intake of air and then released a powerful stream of bubbles towards the flying Pokemon. The attack hit head-on, sending the bird Pokemon stumbling for a moment.

"Now Tackle it, while it's stunned!" The brown-haired Trainer commanded.

Squirtle quickly leapt up into the air towards Pidgey, ready to drive it into the ground with a full-body tackle. The wild Pokemon had recovered by this point, however, and countered with a swift Gust attack. The mini-tornado smacked hard into Squirtle, knocking it off course but still heading for its opponent. Then, by some stoke of luck, Squirtle's now greatly altered direction happened to coincide very nicely with Pidgey's new flight path. Hitting the bird hard, Squirtle smashed it towards the rocks which were now beneath it. Pidgey hit them hard, with Squirtle landing on top of the wild Pokemon. There was no motion from either battler.

"Wow," Bobby stated. "I've never seen a double KO like that before."

James was stunned as well.

"Neither have I," He admitted.

So the Trainer, having succesfully defended himself from the wild Pokemon, returned the weakened Squirtle into its ball. Then, seeing the opportunity, took out one of his empty Pokeballs. Throwing it towards the knocked out Pidgey, the ball quickly enclosed it. Shaking only once before signifying a capture, the ball then remained motionless on the ground. James ran over, picking up the now-full Pokeball.

"YES!" He said loudly.

"Congratulations," Bobby said, patted him on the back. "That is your first legitimate capture of a wild Pokemon."

Normally, James would've sat around to celebrate, but he knew that walking around the wild at night without any healthy Pokemon was probably a bad idea. So, clipping the new Pokeball into his belt, he grabbed Bobby and ran towards Pewter City, hoping to find a Pokemon Center in time to save Rhyhorn.

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It had only taken a few moments. Well, for two of his Pokemon anyway. James had handed over all three of his Pokeballs to the nurse on duty, who insisted that the two Pokemon Trainers call her NURSE Joy. So, after handing their Pokeballs over to be healed, they did. Only five minutes later, both Squirtle and Pidgey had been healed back to full health, along with Bobby's Pinsir and Kakuna. Before he could inquire further, Nurse Joy filled him in on the situation.

"Due to the nature of the injury," The red-haired Pokemon healer started. "Your Rhyhorn probably won't be back on his feet for at least another day. I'm sorry about the delay, but maybe you should be more careful with your Pokemon from now on."
Now, James wasn't an angry person. In fact, a lot of people told him he was TOO nice sometimes. But Nurse Joy, assuming that HE was the one that had injured the Rhyhorn, sent him right over the edge. He was, however, able to control himself at the last moment.

"Excuse me?" He asked her. "I'll have you know that Bobby here and I SAVED that Rhyhorn from Team Rocket, thank you very much. If it wasn't for us he'd probably be DEAD right now!"

The nurse, obviously taken aback by the Trainer's tone of voice, said nothing aside from a murmured apology and something how James and Bobby should return in a day to check up the injured Pokemon. Leaving the Pokemon Center, feeling completely horrible about what he had just done, James decided to go to a nearby bench to sit down and gather himself for a moment.

He and Bobby both too a seat on a stony object. Looking up, James noticed something about Pewter City. Almost every single building was constructed from stones or boulders. He had heard this rumor, of course, but didn't actually believe it until his own eyes were laid upon it. It appeared that the only building not made from stone was the Pokemon Center they had just come out of, with its glass doors and windows and white walls with the pink roof. It certainly was rather futuristic compared to everything else in the place.

There were also quite a few people about the city. At least, there were more than James had seen in Viridian City. He didn't know why, but he guessed it probably had something to do with less Team Rocket activity in this area. They didn't seem to have a strong foot-hold here, he noticed. After all, their HEADQUATERS was located right in the middle of Viridian City. That couldn't be good for tourism...

"What do you think we should do until tomorrow, then?" The black-haired Pokemon Trainer asked James. "This place doesn't seem like it has much to do, despite its size."
The Pokemon Trainer thought about the question for a moment. In truth, he really couldn't figure out a good place to do something to pass the time. Admittedly, it was almost 9pm, so the duo would probably be better off finding a place to stay for the night at this point.

"I say we find a cheap Hotel," James told Bobby. "That way we can wake up early and check on Rhyhorn."

"Sounds good to me!" The Bug Pokemon Trainer replied.

After they left the bench, they didn't have much hassle at all in finding a place for the night. There was actually a nice, reasonably priced hotel only a block down the road from the Pokemon Center. James had some money for his journey, so he offered to pay for Bobby's stay as well. The two slept the night in the place and got up bright and early, full of energy and ready to head off towards Cerulean City.

Stepping outside into the bright mid-day sun, the two realized that they had actually slept much longer than they had anticipated. Checking his cell-phone clock, James realized that it was noon!

"Talk about sleeping in," He said to Bobby. "Well, let's get to the Pokemon Center and check up on Rhyhorn."

After the short walk, the two entered the place were immedietly greeted by Nurse Joy once again. Did she work here all the time?

"Oh, you must be here for Rhyhorn!" She said excitedly, apprently having forgot the entire conversation she had had with James yesterday. She didn't seem upset at all. "Well it's right in here! He's all healed and ready to go!"

She held a Pokeball in her hand. So Rhyhorn was healed and ready for combat. This was something that James hadn't planned for yet. In fact, he was sure that if he used the Pokemon in battle it probably wouldn't listen to a darn thing he said. Not only were Rhyhorn's notoriously dim-witted, but it also seemed like a very powerful Pokemon. It probably wouldn't even respect James as a Trainer yet. And then there was the Pidgey he just caught...

Forcing a smile on his face and taking the Pokeball gratefully, he and Bobby left he Pokemon Center once more, heading East towards Cerulean City. Apprently, they had to go through a place called Mount Moon before they got there. THAT was going to be fun. Taking it all in stride, James wasn't going to let any of this stuff get him down. He needed to get there no matter what so he could save Trista and Viridian Forest!


To be continued...
 
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