Gil was nearly howling in anger as ge gazed about the mutated forest he he stormed off into after running away from that Tai fellow. The trees were twisted and ugly, looking like some messed up Tim Burton artwork and the whole forest stank of something fowl. The shadows seemed to creep along the ground like snakes, slithering about at Gil's feet, but that wasn't what got to him. It was what had met him. These laughing, mocking,
disgusting ghosts.
They floated around him, jeering in their native tongue, perhaps thinking that Gil would be an easy target to harass, but Gil was in no mood. He was in no mood for some slave, some hopeful,
some ghost to distract him from what he now knew he had to achieve.
"Growlithe," Gil growled, lip curled, eyes narrowed. If one were to have seen him at professor Oak's, they would never recognize him. Parnoid and jittery little freak that he had been gone was gone. Instead was a paranoid, animalistic beast of a boy. "Strike them down!" he roared.
The ghost scattered as Growlithe's angry howl echoed throughout the area, knowing that an attack would surely hit. "Growli!" Muzzle wide open, blasts of burning hot fire balls were launched into the air and made the cool air sizzle.
"Shuupet!" the the ghost wailed, body trembling as it flailed from pain. Yellow eyes glowing eerily in the darkness, it opened its mouth wide and let out an earth wailing Screech that sent Growlithe to the ground covering his ears in agony.
Gil slammed his own hands to his ears but laughed with a fanatic gleam in his eyes. "Nothing will stop me from destroying all of you," he spat. "Growlithe, Ember!"
Still whimpering, Growlithe managed to open his muzzle to fire a few fire balls before he slammed his mouth shut and slammed his paws back over his ears, but that was more than enough to stop that horrid Screech.
"Shup," Shuppet groaned, closing his eyes at the impact before his whole body glowed as it attacked Growlithe with a Night Shade.
Gil watched his pokemon yelp as his mind was attacked. Gritting his teeth in anger, because no disgusting ghost hurt his pokemon, and snarled, "Bite! Make it disappear!"
"Growl lith!" Growlithe barked in confirmation. Pawing at the ground to get his bearings, Growlithe shot out, rage evident in his eyes with revenge on his mind for that attack. "Lithe!" Sharp teeth glittering in the dark was all the warning Shuppet got before Growlithe latched onto his body, teeth sinking in with murder on his mind, and to Gil's glee some sort of black murky substance began to bleed out.
It looks like sh*t, Gil thought with a deranged grin before growling as the surrounding Shuppet surrounded the two.
"Pet shup!" they shouted, using Knock Off to, quite literally, knock Growlithe off.
"Li!" Growlithe yelped, landing awkwardly as more than he could handle began to pound into him.
"Murkrow, get out here!" he yelled, throwing his pokeball like a grenade into enemy territory.
With a blast of white light, the devilish black bird arose into the air and cawed, "Murkrow!" before aiming his sight on his partner being attacked. "Krow!" Beak wide, a blast of Icy Wind brushed over the crowd, Growlithe barely giving a shiver since his fire sac kept his body warm.
"Pet!" the Shuppet hissed back, beady eyes glaring as they began to attack the new arrival.
"I don't think so," Gil hissed. "Growlithe, Bite, and this time I want it to disappear for good."
With a nod that did show some regret, Growlithe latched onto the closest Shuppet he could reach and clamped down. "Suupet!" the ghost pokemon wailed, wriggling about as Growlithe's saliva began to coat its body.
Gil laughed with glee. "Ember! Burn it back to hell!"
Closing his eyes and lowering his ears, Growlithe unleashed the brutal attack that would hurt anything at such a close range. "Lit," it said mournfully but still respectful of his master's orders. Oh what he would give to make this world peaceful again.
The Shuppet's scream was true agony. This was what true pain sounded like, and if it had been anything other than a ghost, Gil would have trembled, but it was a ghost, and Gil just grinned that demented grin of his.
"Lithe," Growlithe coughed as the Shuppet finally faded away from within his mouth and licked his jaw.
"Shu pet shu," the Shuppet began to murmer, obviously in fear. Without another word, the many ghosts made a break for it.
"No!" Gil spat, snarling at their retreating backs. "After them! Ember and Pursuit!"
With a mocking laugh, Murkrow turned into a haze of dark energy and slammed into the retreating pokemon, cawing as they slammed to the ground in pain. "Krow!"
Gil's grin widened as he began taking a few steps forward to follow after his pokemon and the retreating ghosts, but a soft, "Sabe," stopped him in his tracks. He turned, blinking as he gazed upon a Sableye and feeling extremely uncomfortable. He was beginning to believe that this was the one that had the gaze that had been stalking him for a while, but he had felt that way with Tyler's Sableye. Did that mean that this Sableye belonged to Tyler, and if so, where was the older boy?
"Who are you?" Gil questioned softly, hearing his Growlithe's snarls in the background as it took down the Shuppet.
Sableye cocked its head before opening its mouth into a razor sharp grin that should belong to the cheshire cat. "Saaa," it breathed before running past Gil and off into the heart of the forest.
Wa- wait!" Gil stuttered, holding a hand out as if that would stop the pokemon.
Growlithe finally released the unconcious Shuppet it held in its mouth while Murkrow closed its beak from one last Icy Wind and gave its frozen opponents a baleful glance before following after their trainer in confusion, having no idea what was wrong with the boy.
What had caused him to chase after something when there wasn't anything there?
Gil panted as he ran off the Sableye.
Where are you leading me to? he wondered, feeling as if his heart was in this chase. Gil wondered, truly wondered, if he was chasing his freedom.