TGrayLT
The Legendary Trainer
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Hello everyone! This story is a fanfic of the past, about five years before the timeline of the 6th generation, involving a few of the gym leaders and regional champions of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Kalos. Please take note that I've rewrote this story a couple of times already so corrections are present. Please kindly point them out for me if you have the heart so I can edit it immediately. Enjoy the story and hope you'll understand cuz it's focused more on science.
The Protagonist is a young man at the age of 18. His father is a scientist in Hoenn's Devon Corporation and his mother is a retired regional champion of Hoenn. He was dropped out of Pokemon Trainer's School three years before the start of this story and has been struggling for the reason ever since. His story is what I think is what happened in the past but was not told in the games due to lack of evidence. But it's just a fan fiction.
Please enjoy the story and don't hesitate to give me your feedback and violent reactions!
The Pokemon They Call Life
(A Pokemon Story)
By TGrayLT (pokecommunity)
Chapter 1 -You Chose Me
This was the first time that I noticed Skitty was actually doing the same thing everyday. She chases her own tail during and before a meal, she sleeps on my feet everytime I go sit on the couch and watch TV, and she goes out of the house only to look at mom if whether she goes left or right. Left means mom's buying some food for her and right means mom's strolling in the city or visiting dad. I don't really care much about her, since she is mom's pokemon and I was obliged to care for her, or else. It's just unavoidable to notice these things when you're not doing anything at all.
This time, she's staring at the front door, waiting for mom to come home since mom usually goes back from the market just before dawn.
Mom opened the door and Skitty ran around her feet as quickly as she can. Mom almost stepped on her but I stood up from the couch and grabbed the groceries from her hand to keep her from getting unbalanced.
"Thanks, honey." she said.
I didn't say anything. I put the groceries on the table and waited for mom to say something.
She looked at me oddly and said "Oh! I forgot. Yeah. Grab a bottle of wine and three of those hamburgers that I bought at Reyna's. Your dad loves those."
"Three?" I smiled at her silliness.
"For the three of you." she answered.
"Brandon doesn't eat meat." I said.
She thought about it for a second. This is what she always do. I can't even tell if she really intends to do it or this is just her.
I started counting up. In five, she'll give me a laugh and then say 'Oh, silly me.'
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
She laughed and said "Oh, silly me!"
Just in time.
I grabbed the things she mentioned and waited for her permission without saying a word. I always loved it when mom sometimes has no idea what I was waiting for and she also loved it when I always waited for her to say something.
"Okay, off you go!" she said while pushing me out of the house.
I went outside and looked around the streets first. I didn't want people who knew me to actually see me outside the house. Not that I wasn't popular, I am popular. I didn't hate people. I mean, everyone was once scared of me. Was. But it never went away from me. I still had this uncomfortable feeling when I see someone who knows me. I feel like they don't want to be with me and I knew that they still had that same feeling with me.
On the left, I can just see the Pokemon Trainer's School. The place where everything happened. The place where I lost my future. So, I headed right. On the way, people were just passing by, just minding their own business. I passed through the town center since it's the only way and the fastest way towards the Devon Corporation. The walk wasn't long. And with just ten minutes of walking, I was already at the last overpass before the Devon Corporation building.
I went directly inside without having to have a full inspection since the guards already knew who I was. They only stopped me to check what I carried. They asked me what the wine was all about, so I clearly explained to them that it was for dad and Brandon. Then, they let me go inside. I heard the elevator ringing, so I ran as fast as I could and entered. The elevator door started closing but before it could close completely, someone else screamed to stop the door. I put my hand between the closing door and stopped it from closing. A girl entered and said "Thank you."
It was Leah, a schoolmate of mine and also a current apprentice of the city's gym leader. We weren't really that close but I knew her and she knew me. She told me that she was heading to the fifth floor. That was the same floor as mine, so I didn't havr to push the button anymore.
It was awkward, but she had enough courage to ask me "How are you, Gray?" Using my last name. Since I always told everyone before to call me by my last name.
"I'm fine. And you?" I said awkwardly.
"Same."
The elevator door opened on the third floor and a fat man went inside. He clicked on the fourth floor and the elevator door closed. Did he really had to use the elevator when he's just going up a floor? People today are just lazy. Maybe that's why he's so fat.
The man left when we got to the fourth floor and the elevator door closed again. I didn't say anything to Leah so when the elevator door opened on the fifth floor, we went our separate ways.
I noticed that the door to the laboratory was open and when I had a good look at what dad was doing, I just stood on the entrance and observed him on his work. Dad was already experimenting on one of the Cascoons that he has been doing his research for days now. He was trying to, what? Tickle the Cascoon? Poor thing. I think he's trying to find out about something but maybe, just maybe, he's provoking the poor creature. Dad was always very crazy at his experiments, especially when he gets to the point where he's almost at his conclusions. The Cascoon was hanging on the ceiling while dad was under it, holding a feather. He looked so stupid and funny with his large glasses and dirty lab coat.
"Hello, son." he said without looking at me. Still trying to find something from under the Cascoon.
"I brought wine and some burgers." I said. Then, went to sit down on the chairs near the entrance door and started observing what he was doing. A few others were also around, an old scientist that I have never met before and two guards, one was smoking a cigarette.
He started tickling the Cascoon from below and I couldn't figure out why he was doing it. I could hear the Cascoon complaining about the tickling. She even started jumping around while still hanging from her string shot.
A while later, she released a sort of gas from inside her hard shell. It was coming out from where dad was tickling the Cascoon. The smoke slowly occupied the whole room. I started coughing from the foul smell that the Cascoon released while the others did the same. But then a few seconds later, the smoke dispersed and the people calmed down.
The others complained. I also asked dad "What in Houndoom's tail was that?!"
"Didn't you recognize the smell?" dad said while still coughing. I saw him look closer at the bottom part of the Cascoon with a magnifying glass.
I tried to register the smell in my brain, and noticed that it was the same smell that the Koffing and Weezing releases, only stronger. "It was a Poison Gas attack?"
"Not just a regular poison gas. It's something more." Dad got a syringe from one of the tables. Inside was a dark violet liquid. "This is the liquid form of that gas that the Cascoon just released. And this-" he grabbed another syringe sample from the tables, but this time it had a slightly transparent brownish liquid inside, and said "And this, you see my son, is the liquid form of the poison gas that the Weezing releases."
"What are you saying, that this poison gas that the Cascoon released is much more poisonous?" I asked him, feeling a bit faint.
"Precisely." he said. But I couldn't hear much of what he was saying anymore.
I felt dizzy all of the sudden. Then, I layed down on the ground and couldn't think of anything at all. All I wanted now was to sleep for no reason and I just let myself fall asleep.
The moment I woke up, I was already lying down on a bed with a nurse standing in front of me. The nurse went outside and later, Professor Brandon came with an angry look in his eyes. I expected him to scold me for something that I clearly did not do but he was facing way more farther than where I was. I looked on my left and saw that dad was smiling, sitting down on his bed. My head still woozy from the gas, I think.
"Look what you did, Paul!" Prof. Brandon yelled. "Your son got caught up from the experiment!"
Dad laughed so loud and said to me "What can you say, son?"
I looked at him and laughed with him. I said "I see, you were trying to pull out an experiment if the gas affects human beings with different factors."
"Correct. My theory was correct! Look at all the patients!" he said.
I looked around and saw three more men in the room I was in. Those two guards and the old scientist. I noticed the diferrences that dad was trying out his experiments on. "I see. The factor is of age."
"And one thing. One guard smokes a lot, and the other doesn't. Guess who woke up first, son?" my dad asked me.
My head was still a little dizzy but I managed to sit down on the bed and faced him.
Professor Brandon yelled "How can you let your son-"
"Hush! Brandon! Listen!" dad yelled louder.
I look at the all the patients in the room. Beside me, being the last to wake up, the younger guard still had a hard time getting the frown off his face. While the old scientist and the older guard has no problem at all. Dad was also very happy, so that meant that the headache wasn't there for him anymore.
"The gas has little effect on older people than younger ones." I said. "Or that the older people has more resistance to the poison. The guard who smokes also woke up faster than those who didn't. But what of it?"
"Nicotine, son." he said.
I looked at the the two guards then I realized the aswer. "I see. Nicotine. People who are more exposed to nicotine has a lesser effect from the gas that the Cascoon has released. While those who doesn't smoke, like us, are more affected. Plus the age also has a factor. Both me and that old scientist doesn't smoke, but he was less affected from the poison gas than me. And you-"
"I stopped smoking the day you were born, son." dad said.
"Didn't get affected? Wait, that means those who are used to the aftereffects of nicotine won't have any effect on any poison gas attack."
Dad gave an applause and said "See Brandon? My son doesn't have to graduate from school! He's got more brains than every other student in that damned school."
"But that doesn't mean that you can just use any people, especially your son, as a test subject, Paul Gray." Professor Brandon said but dad didn't listen.
"You have more questions, son?" dad asked me again.
"What was that gas?" I asked him.
"It's simple. It's the poison gas that the Weezing produces but this one has a very huge amount of sleep powder and nicotine." he said.
I thought about what he said for a while. Sleep powder was an attack used by most grass and bug type pokemons. Being a Cascoon, a bug type that lives most of its life on trees, making it almost a grass type also. But Nicotine?
"Nicotine, dad. Nicotine." then the idea struck my head "Wurmple! Before it evolves, Wurmples eat large amount of tobacco to refuel its skin as it evolves into a Cascoon. Though, nicotine is an insecticide, the Wurmples feeds on it and then evolves into a Cascoon to avoid being poisoned in the first place. Due to the effects of nicotine, the Wurmple that's inside the Cascoon starts shedding its skin to produce more armor, besides the String Shot that the Wurmple covers its body with, to keep the Cascoon from breaking from the outside and the inside. And thus, making the Wurmple invincible from outside predators. To break free from its very hard shell, the Cascoon then breaks from the inside using the poison that the Wurmple has been feeding on, by spitting large amounts of the liquid form of that poison gas. As the shell of the Cascoon breaks, the poison would be no more, since it would disperse from burning the Cascoon shells and then comes out the pokemon inside. But since it's been eating nicotine as a Wurmple, the pokemon it evolves to becomes a very poisonous Dustox."
"When the Cascoon evolves into a Dustox, the attack turns into a Toxic attack." dad added, while showing me the syringe of poison liquid. "But this liquid when it's still a Wurmple inside the Cascoon shell has much lesser hydrogen atoms and more nitrogen atoms, thus evaporating faster than your regular old Toxic attack."
Professor Brandon stopped us from talking by saying "I think we have to go back to the lab, now. We have little time left before Mr. Stone will close the research if we don't give him answers."
Both me and dad looked at each other and nodded.
At the lab, both of them were on their computers. I, on the other hand, took the time and effort to pour each of them a glass of wine. I also poured myself a glass and finished mine off before I gave them theirs. I left them and poured myself another glass until I finished all of it. I overheard them, saying things like Professor Brandon asking dad how he knew where to tickle the Cascoon for it to release its gas, and then dad saying that the softest part of their shell was underneath the Cascoon.
He added "As the Cascoon releases its toxic attack underneath its shell, it cracks open due to the acid it contains, and then it uncontrollably release most of the gas that was inside the shell out and attacks the enemy by a very strong poison gas attack. Due to the pressure inside the shell, the liquid stays liquid. But when outside in normal atmospheric pressure, it could easily evaporate in just less than a second."
They started talking more and more but I could only pay attention to some of it. I was busy with cleaning the lab and taking the Cascoons inside their cages for me to release them outside. I waited for them to finish with their conclusions. When dad finally took his coat and briefcase, I took the cages outside the building and put them inside the van. Then, we drove off outside the city towards Petalburg Woods, just a bit farther south outside the city.
We stopped the van just when the forest was starting to cover most of the sunlight and got out. I took the cages one by one outside. As dad opened the cages he said "You know, son. If only you could get just one pokemon for yourself, maybe we could-"
"Let's not talk about that dad." I cut him off.
He opened all of them and started putting them below a tree for them to hang on to when the Cascoons realize that they are already in the forest. One tree per Cascoon. One by one, they used their String Shot to the trees and lifted themselves up.
"You didn't know that they held such-"
"Power. I know dad. Please, you don't have to tell me. I know what happened. I know everything now. I just didn't know what I did at the moment of that battle, but now I know."
He put a hand on top of my head and said "And it was because of you that I started these experiments. I have discovered more uknown but powerful abilities because of what you showed everyone."
I knew that. Of course I knew. And now, I've got more than what it takes to be a trainer. The thought of me being a trainer was too much for me that maybe it would happen again. We didn't talk as we went back home. I ran directly inside my room and, just a little, opened the door, so I could hear my mom and dad talking in the living room.
"The boy knows his stuff. He could be a fine trainer." dad said.
"I told him many times that he already is, but he just jumps out of every conversation of him being a trainer. Oh, if only that Geodude didn't evolve at the moment." mom said and then she started crying.
"Shh." I could tell that dad was holding mom and lowered his voice, saying "Our son wanted it to evolve. He just didn't expect it to jump-evolve into a Golem. But I know my son is a good person. He didn't mean to do it, nor did that Geodude."
I slowly closed the door and jumped on my bed. I didn't care much anymore of what has happened but I still can't believe that I want to hear everything that everyone will say about me. So, I just closed my eyes and fell asleep.
It was when I woke up that I realized that I was having that nightmare again. My mom and dad were with me, holding me inside their arms, both of them still sleeping. I always cry and talk in my sleep everytime I dream about it. But I could only remember the pain, not the details of the dream.
I silently got out of bed and cooked them breakfast. When both mom and dad finally woke up, I told them that I'll be at the hill in Route 115, north of the city.
This was were I would always go when I was still with my pokemon. But I haven't visited this place since what happened three years ago. Now, I have no clue as to why I was even going here in the first place. I just sat down on the grassy field, watching the sea and the sun rise from the horizon.
Since I was already here, I might as well think about what my life would've been if nothing happened. I would've already defeated most gym leaders in this region. I might as well already be the champion. I know I was a very capable trainer, even know that I am unique at my abilities. It's just that I can't control myself sometimes, and I just show everyone how I train my pokemons. I guess that's the problem of having a scientist father and a retired regional champion mother. Too much of their genes inside of me.
I'm already eight years too late of even starting to travel the world and catching all the pokemons. Most kids my age would've been apprentices to gym leaders or even gym leaders themselves. My mother was a regional champion when she was my age already. And me? Currently no pokemon. Not a single gym badge. Not even a single place that I travelled with a pokemon. Nothing.
I do want to do those things, but being at this age and having no pokemon at all makes it more complicated than anyone would expect. I mean I could just start off right away. But-
But-
But nothing could replace Geo.
I noticed something grabbing my leg. I looked down and saw a Ralts. Small thing, with a bowl cut hair and her mouth was open. I could tell that she was looking up at me, even with her eyes covered from her hair. What does this little thing want with me? I noticed a small dark colored stain on the very tip of its feet. So, I got closer to her to check it out. I tried wiping it off but I found out that it was actually her skin. The dark stain is her very skin. I wondered what it might be. We just stared at each other but after a while, Ralts raised both of her hands to me and waiting for me to what? Out of curiousity, I let her grab my face. She let her horn touch my forehead, and every nightmare I had since it happened came back to me. Every memory, every dream, every nightmare quickly passed through my head. Every pain was pushed into my heart and it hurt so badly that I couldn't help myself. I cried and cried, and I could feel my tears falling down my face.
Nothing I could do makes me want to stop. The memories, the pain, the nightmares, everything was coming back. Every dream of Geo, every pain of losing him, every pain of the bullies, the pain I felt when mother was sick, the pain of not seeing dad for a year, the pain of losing my closest friends.
When the pain was already too much for me to bare, I forced myself to push my body backwards, letting go of Ralts. I fell down on the ground and started to breathe heavily. My heart was beating so fast and I was sweating so badly.
"What did you do to me?" I asked Ralts, who in reply just stared back at me.
Her mouth was still open and the little thing stayed in her place.
I waited until I calmed down before standing up. I looked at her again and said "Was that a psychic-type attack?"
Ralts just stared. Not that I could even understand anything she'll say. She'll only say her name and that wouldn't really make me understand about what she did to me.
So, I looked away and realized that the sun was already setting on the other side of the mountains. What did she do to me? How long was I here? I needed to find the answers. That was not a psychic-type attack. I know how the confusion attack feels like, I know what every psychic attack would feel like. No, I should go home. It's already late in the afternoon and I'm sure that my mom and dad will be worried.
I walked as quickly as I can back home. Ralts was following me along the way, even tried to grab my leg, but she couldn't keep up with me. I ignored her, but also want her to follow me home. There was something about this Ralts and I needed to know more.
At the gate, mom emerged from the house and ran to me as fast as she could. She was crying and I could tell that she had been crying since afternoon. "Where have you been?!" she said.
"I told you, I was at the hill." I said.
She hugged me and said "We have been looking for you!"
I didn't expect them to look for me when I was only gone for the whole day, and I did tell them that I'll be at the only hill in Route 115. She said that they were looking for me, didn't they see me there? "Mom, why are you crying?" I asked.
"We thought you weren't coming back." she softly said, still crying.
That was when I realized that I wasn't really gone only for the whole day. "How long was I gone?" I asked her.
"What?"
"Mom, how long was I gone?" I said as I stared at Ralts, who was also staring at me from the gate with her mouth still open.
"Five days. You were gone for five days." she said.
Five days. How did that happen? How was I gone for five days?
"Son?!" I heard dad calling from outside the streets. "Son!" then he ran to me as fast as he could. He asked me the same questions my mom asked but my mom was the one who answered for me.
I didn't have the sympathy for their pain, so I just kept on looking at Ralts while they continued to say their love for me and how much they missed me and how they tried everything to find me. When they finally let go, I pointed at Ralts and said to dad "We need to find out more about her, dad."
They all looked at her.
"Who's pokemon is that?" my mom asked.
"Is it a wild pokemon?" dad asked.
While looking at Ralts, I realized that she had been following me the whole time that I guessed that she wanted me to be her trainer. Or maybe she wanted something from me. Whatever the reason is, she's here and my parents are expecting something good from my five day absence.
"It's my pokemon." I answered.
The Protagonist is a young man at the age of 18. His father is a scientist in Hoenn's Devon Corporation and his mother is a retired regional champion of Hoenn. He was dropped out of Pokemon Trainer's School three years before the start of this story and has been struggling for the reason ever since. His story is what I think is what happened in the past but was not told in the games due to lack of evidence. But it's just a fan fiction.
Please enjoy the story and don't hesitate to give me your feedback and violent reactions!
The Pokemon They Call Life
(A Pokemon Story)
By TGrayLT (pokecommunity)
Chapter 1 -You Chose Me
This was the first time that I noticed Skitty was actually doing the same thing everyday. She chases her own tail during and before a meal, she sleeps on my feet everytime I go sit on the couch and watch TV, and she goes out of the house only to look at mom if whether she goes left or right. Left means mom's buying some food for her and right means mom's strolling in the city or visiting dad. I don't really care much about her, since she is mom's pokemon and I was obliged to care for her, or else. It's just unavoidable to notice these things when you're not doing anything at all.
This time, she's staring at the front door, waiting for mom to come home since mom usually goes back from the market just before dawn.
Mom opened the door and Skitty ran around her feet as quickly as she can. Mom almost stepped on her but I stood up from the couch and grabbed the groceries from her hand to keep her from getting unbalanced.
"Thanks, honey." she said.
I didn't say anything. I put the groceries on the table and waited for mom to say something.
She looked at me oddly and said "Oh! I forgot. Yeah. Grab a bottle of wine and three of those hamburgers that I bought at Reyna's. Your dad loves those."
"Three?" I smiled at her silliness.
"For the three of you." she answered.
"Brandon doesn't eat meat." I said.
She thought about it for a second. This is what she always do. I can't even tell if she really intends to do it or this is just her.
I started counting up. In five, she'll give me a laugh and then say 'Oh, silly me.'
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
She laughed and said "Oh, silly me!"
Just in time.
I grabbed the things she mentioned and waited for her permission without saying a word. I always loved it when mom sometimes has no idea what I was waiting for and she also loved it when I always waited for her to say something.
"Okay, off you go!" she said while pushing me out of the house.
I went outside and looked around the streets first. I didn't want people who knew me to actually see me outside the house. Not that I wasn't popular, I am popular. I didn't hate people. I mean, everyone was once scared of me. Was. But it never went away from me. I still had this uncomfortable feeling when I see someone who knows me. I feel like they don't want to be with me and I knew that they still had that same feeling with me.
On the left, I can just see the Pokemon Trainer's School. The place where everything happened. The place where I lost my future. So, I headed right. On the way, people were just passing by, just minding their own business. I passed through the town center since it's the only way and the fastest way towards the Devon Corporation. The walk wasn't long. And with just ten minutes of walking, I was already at the last overpass before the Devon Corporation building.
I went directly inside without having to have a full inspection since the guards already knew who I was. They only stopped me to check what I carried. They asked me what the wine was all about, so I clearly explained to them that it was for dad and Brandon. Then, they let me go inside. I heard the elevator ringing, so I ran as fast as I could and entered. The elevator door started closing but before it could close completely, someone else screamed to stop the door. I put my hand between the closing door and stopped it from closing. A girl entered and said "Thank you."
It was Leah, a schoolmate of mine and also a current apprentice of the city's gym leader. We weren't really that close but I knew her and she knew me. She told me that she was heading to the fifth floor. That was the same floor as mine, so I didn't havr to push the button anymore.
It was awkward, but she had enough courage to ask me "How are you, Gray?" Using my last name. Since I always told everyone before to call me by my last name.
"I'm fine. And you?" I said awkwardly.
"Same."
The elevator door opened on the third floor and a fat man went inside. He clicked on the fourth floor and the elevator door closed. Did he really had to use the elevator when he's just going up a floor? People today are just lazy. Maybe that's why he's so fat.
The man left when we got to the fourth floor and the elevator door closed again. I didn't say anything to Leah so when the elevator door opened on the fifth floor, we went our separate ways.
I noticed that the door to the laboratory was open and when I had a good look at what dad was doing, I just stood on the entrance and observed him on his work. Dad was already experimenting on one of the Cascoons that he has been doing his research for days now. He was trying to, what? Tickle the Cascoon? Poor thing. I think he's trying to find out about something but maybe, just maybe, he's provoking the poor creature. Dad was always very crazy at his experiments, especially when he gets to the point where he's almost at his conclusions. The Cascoon was hanging on the ceiling while dad was under it, holding a feather. He looked so stupid and funny with his large glasses and dirty lab coat.
"Hello, son." he said without looking at me. Still trying to find something from under the Cascoon.
"I brought wine and some burgers." I said. Then, went to sit down on the chairs near the entrance door and started observing what he was doing. A few others were also around, an old scientist that I have never met before and two guards, one was smoking a cigarette.
He started tickling the Cascoon from below and I couldn't figure out why he was doing it. I could hear the Cascoon complaining about the tickling. She even started jumping around while still hanging from her string shot.
A while later, she released a sort of gas from inside her hard shell. It was coming out from where dad was tickling the Cascoon. The smoke slowly occupied the whole room. I started coughing from the foul smell that the Cascoon released while the others did the same. But then a few seconds later, the smoke dispersed and the people calmed down.
The others complained. I also asked dad "What in Houndoom's tail was that?!"
"Didn't you recognize the smell?" dad said while still coughing. I saw him look closer at the bottom part of the Cascoon with a magnifying glass.
I tried to register the smell in my brain, and noticed that it was the same smell that the Koffing and Weezing releases, only stronger. "It was a Poison Gas attack?"
"Not just a regular poison gas. It's something more." Dad got a syringe from one of the tables. Inside was a dark violet liquid. "This is the liquid form of that gas that the Cascoon just released. And this-" he grabbed another syringe sample from the tables, but this time it had a slightly transparent brownish liquid inside, and said "And this, you see my son, is the liquid form of the poison gas that the Weezing releases."
"What are you saying, that this poison gas that the Cascoon released is much more poisonous?" I asked him, feeling a bit faint.
"Precisely." he said. But I couldn't hear much of what he was saying anymore.
I felt dizzy all of the sudden. Then, I layed down on the ground and couldn't think of anything at all. All I wanted now was to sleep for no reason and I just let myself fall asleep.
The moment I woke up, I was already lying down on a bed with a nurse standing in front of me. The nurse went outside and later, Professor Brandon came with an angry look in his eyes. I expected him to scold me for something that I clearly did not do but he was facing way more farther than where I was. I looked on my left and saw that dad was smiling, sitting down on his bed. My head still woozy from the gas, I think.
"Look what you did, Paul!" Prof. Brandon yelled. "Your son got caught up from the experiment!"
Dad laughed so loud and said to me "What can you say, son?"
I looked at him and laughed with him. I said "I see, you were trying to pull out an experiment if the gas affects human beings with different factors."
"Correct. My theory was correct! Look at all the patients!" he said.
I looked around and saw three more men in the room I was in. Those two guards and the old scientist. I noticed the diferrences that dad was trying out his experiments on. "I see. The factor is of age."
"And one thing. One guard smokes a lot, and the other doesn't. Guess who woke up first, son?" my dad asked me.
My head was still a little dizzy but I managed to sit down on the bed and faced him.
Professor Brandon yelled "How can you let your son-"
"Hush! Brandon! Listen!" dad yelled louder.
I look at the all the patients in the room. Beside me, being the last to wake up, the younger guard still had a hard time getting the frown off his face. While the old scientist and the older guard has no problem at all. Dad was also very happy, so that meant that the headache wasn't there for him anymore.
"The gas has little effect on older people than younger ones." I said. "Or that the older people has more resistance to the poison. The guard who smokes also woke up faster than those who didn't. But what of it?"
"Nicotine, son." he said.
I looked at the the two guards then I realized the aswer. "I see. Nicotine. People who are more exposed to nicotine has a lesser effect from the gas that the Cascoon has released. While those who doesn't smoke, like us, are more affected. Plus the age also has a factor. Both me and that old scientist doesn't smoke, but he was less affected from the poison gas than me. And you-"
"I stopped smoking the day you were born, son." dad said.
"Didn't get affected? Wait, that means those who are used to the aftereffects of nicotine won't have any effect on any poison gas attack."
Dad gave an applause and said "See Brandon? My son doesn't have to graduate from school! He's got more brains than every other student in that damned school."
"But that doesn't mean that you can just use any people, especially your son, as a test subject, Paul Gray." Professor Brandon said but dad didn't listen.
"You have more questions, son?" dad asked me again.
"What was that gas?" I asked him.
"It's simple. It's the poison gas that the Weezing produces but this one has a very huge amount of sleep powder and nicotine." he said.
I thought about what he said for a while. Sleep powder was an attack used by most grass and bug type pokemons. Being a Cascoon, a bug type that lives most of its life on trees, making it almost a grass type also. But Nicotine?
"Nicotine, dad. Nicotine." then the idea struck my head "Wurmple! Before it evolves, Wurmples eat large amount of tobacco to refuel its skin as it evolves into a Cascoon. Though, nicotine is an insecticide, the Wurmples feeds on it and then evolves into a Cascoon to avoid being poisoned in the first place. Due to the effects of nicotine, the Wurmple that's inside the Cascoon starts shedding its skin to produce more armor, besides the String Shot that the Wurmple covers its body with, to keep the Cascoon from breaking from the outside and the inside. And thus, making the Wurmple invincible from outside predators. To break free from its very hard shell, the Cascoon then breaks from the inside using the poison that the Wurmple has been feeding on, by spitting large amounts of the liquid form of that poison gas. As the shell of the Cascoon breaks, the poison would be no more, since it would disperse from burning the Cascoon shells and then comes out the pokemon inside. But since it's been eating nicotine as a Wurmple, the pokemon it evolves to becomes a very poisonous Dustox."
"When the Cascoon evolves into a Dustox, the attack turns into a Toxic attack." dad added, while showing me the syringe of poison liquid. "But this liquid when it's still a Wurmple inside the Cascoon shell has much lesser hydrogen atoms and more nitrogen atoms, thus evaporating faster than your regular old Toxic attack."
Professor Brandon stopped us from talking by saying "I think we have to go back to the lab, now. We have little time left before Mr. Stone will close the research if we don't give him answers."
Both me and dad looked at each other and nodded.
At the lab, both of them were on their computers. I, on the other hand, took the time and effort to pour each of them a glass of wine. I also poured myself a glass and finished mine off before I gave them theirs. I left them and poured myself another glass until I finished all of it. I overheard them, saying things like Professor Brandon asking dad how he knew where to tickle the Cascoon for it to release its gas, and then dad saying that the softest part of their shell was underneath the Cascoon.
He added "As the Cascoon releases its toxic attack underneath its shell, it cracks open due to the acid it contains, and then it uncontrollably release most of the gas that was inside the shell out and attacks the enemy by a very strong poison gas attack. Due to the pressure inside the shell, the liquid stays liquid. But when outside in normal atmospheric pressure, it could easily evaporate in just less than a second."
They started talking more and more but I could only pay attention to some of it. I was busy with cleaning the lab and taking the Cascoons inside their cages for me to release them outside. I waited for them to finish with their conclusions. When dad finally took his coat and briefcase, I took the cages outside the building and put them inside the van. Then, we drove off outside the city towards Petalburg Woods, just a bit farther south outside the city.
We stopped the van just when the forest was starting to cover most of the sunlight and got out. I took the cages one by one outside. As dad opened the cages he said "You know, son. If only you could get just one pokemon for yourself, maybe we could-"
"Let's not talk about that dad." I cut him off.
He opened all of them and started putting them below a tree for them to hang on to when the Cascoons realize that they are already in the forest. One tree per Cascoon. One by one, they used their String Shot to the trees and lifted themselves up.
"You didn't know that they held such-"
"Power. I know dad. Please, you don't have to tell me. I know what happened. I know everything now. I just didn't know what I did at the moment of that battle, but now I know."
He put a hand on top of my head and said "And it was because of you that I started these experiments. I have discovered more uknown but powerful abilities because of what you showed everyone."
I knew that. Of course I knew. And now, I've got more than what it takes to be a trainer. The thought of me being a trainer was too much for me that maybe it would happen again. We didn't talk as we went back home. I ran directly inside my room and, just a little, opened the door, so I could hear my mom and dad talking in the living room.
"The boy knows his stuff. He could be a fine trainer." dad said.
"I told him many times that he already is, but he just jumps out of every conversation of him being a trainer. Oh, if only that Geodude didn't evolve at the moment." mom said and then she started crying.
"Shh." I could tell that dad was holding mom and lowered his voice, saying "Our son wanted it to evolve. He just didn't expect it to jump-evolve into a Golem. But I know my son is a good person. He didn't mean to do it, nor did that Geodude."
I slowly closed the door and jumped on my bed. I didn't care much anymore of what has happened but I still can't believe that I want to hear everything that everyone will say about me. So, I just closed my eyes and fell asleep.
It was when I woke up that I realized that I was having that nightmare again. My mom and dad were with me, holding me inside their arms, both of them still sleeping. I always cry and talk in my sleep everytime I dream about it. But I could only remember the pain, not the details of the dream.
I silently got out of bed and cooked them breakfast. When both mom and dad finally woke up, I told them that I'll be at the hill in Route 115, north of the city.
This was were I would always go when I was still with my pokemon. But I haven't visited this place since what happened three years ago. Now, I have no clue as to why I was even going here in the first place. I just sat down on the grassy field, watching the sea and the sun rise from the horizon.
Since I was already here, I might as well think about what my life would've been if nothing happened. I would've already defeated most gym leaders in this region. I might as well already be the champion. I know I was a very capable trainer, even know that I am unique at my abilities. It's just that I can't control myself sometimes, and I just show everyone how I train my pokemons. I guess that's the problem of having a scientist father and a retired regional champion mother. Too much of their genes inside of me.
I'm already eight years too late of even starting to travel the world and catching all the pokemons. Most kids my age would've been apprentices to gym leaders or even gym leaders themselves. My mother was a regional champion when she was my age already. And me? Currently no pokemon. Not a single gym badge. Not even a single place that I travelled with a pokemon. Nothing.
I do want to do those things, but being at this age and having no pokemon at all makes it more complicated than anyone would expect. I mean I could just start off right away. But-
But-
But nothing could replace Geo.
I noticed something grabbing my leg. I looked down and saw a Ralts. Small thing, with a bowl cut hair and her mouth was open. I could tell that she was looking up at me, even with her eyes covered from her hair. What does this little thing want with me? I noticed a small dark colored stain on the very tip of its feet. So, I got closer to her to check it out. I tried wiping it off but I found out that it was actually her skin. The dark stain is her very skin. I wondered what it might be. We just stared at each other but after a while, Ralts raised both of her hands to me and waiting for me to what? Out of curiousity, I let her grab my face. She let her horn touch my forehead, and every nightmare I had since it happened came back to me. Every memory, every dream, every nightmare quickly passed through my head. Every pain was pushed into my heart and it hurt so badly that I couldn't help myself. I cried and cried, and I could feel my tears falling down my face.
Nothing I could do makes me want to stop. The memories, the pain, the nightmares, everything was coming back. Every dream of Geo, every pain of losing him, every pain of the bullies, the pain I felt when mother was sick, the pain of not seeing dad for a year, the pain of losing my closest friends.
When the pain was already too much for me to bare, I forced myself to push my body backwards, letting go of Ralts. I fell down on the ground and started to breathe heavily. My heart was beating so fast and I was sweating so badly.
"What did you do to me?" I asked Ralts, who in reply just stared back at me.
Her mouth was still open and the little thing stayed in her place.
I waited until I calmed down before standing up. I looked at her again and said "Was that a psychic-type attack?"
Ralts just stared. Not that I could even understand anything she'll say. She'll only say her name and that wouldn't really make me understand about what she did to me.
So, I looked away and realized that the sun was already setting on the other side of the mountains. What did she do to me? How long was I here? I needed to find the answers. That was not a psychic-type attack. I know how the confusion attack feels like, I know what every psychic attack would feel like. No, I should go home. It's already late in the afternoon and I'm sure that my mom and dad will be worried.
I walked as quickly as I can back home. Ralts was following me along the way, even tried to grab my leg, but she couldn't keep up with me. I ignored her, but also want her to follow me home. There was something about this Ralts and I needed to know more.
At the gate, mom emerged from the house and ran to me as fast as she could. She was crying and I could tell that she had been crying since afternoon. "Where have you been?!" she said.
"I told you, I was at the hill." I said.
She hugged me and said "We have been looking for you!"
I didn't expect them to look for me when I was only gone for the whole day, and I did tell them that I'll be at the only hill in Route 115. She said that they were looking for me, didn't they see me there? "Mom, why are you crying?" I asked.
"We thought you weren't coming back." she softly said, still crying.
That was when I realized that I wasn't really gone only for the whole day. "How long was I gone?" I asked her.
"What?"
"Mom, how long was I gone?" I said as I stared at Ralts, who was also staring at me from the gate with her mouth still open.
"Five days. You were gone for five days." she said.
Five days. How did that happen? How was I gone for five days?
"Son?!" I heard dad calling from outside the streets. "Son!" then he ran to me as fast as he could. He asked me the same questions my mom asked but my mom was the one who answered for me.
I didn't have the sympathy for their pain, so I just kept on looking at Ralts while they continued to say their love for me and how much they missed me and how they tried everything to find me. When they finally let go, I pointed at Ralts and said to dad "We need to find out more about her, dad."
They all looked at her.
"Who's pokemon is that?" my mom asked.
"Is it a wild pokemon?" dad asked.
While looking at Ralts, I realized that she had been following me the whole time that I guessed that she wanted me to be her trainer. Or maybe she wanted something from me. Whatever the reason is, she's here and my parents are expecting something good from my five day absence.
"It's my pokemon." I answered.
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