The Power Within [PG 13 - I usally rate R for safety]

[Onimusha]

Ok, a few things you should know.

Micky is based on me, bits of this story will have bits from my life involved in it.

There is a lot of lengthy description (People have told me to use it and not to, I?m going to keep it since it makes me look like a better writer) so please don?t tell me about that.

My email address is: [email protected] so if you have any comments please message me/email me on there.

This is my 1st Fan fiction so give me a break if you think the story sucks.

Ok lets get on with things

Theres gonna be a bit of swearing in speech & the term pissed off outside of speech since I can't thin kof a word to replace it with.

Chapter 1 - Friend or Foe?

"I want to be in another place, I hate when you say you don?t understand" - Linkin Park, A Place for My Head

The world renown Captain Stern was eight days into his expedition. At least three hundred under the surface of the Sootopolis ocean, currently navigating Water Route 127, the submarine ?Searcher 1? had yet to discover anything, until now. Captain Stern stopped the submarine, gazing through the murky water the submarine lights stood still, revealing a large golden object. It was an egg, much larger than that of a normal egg, at least three times larger. ?Um, Captain, don?t water Pokemon lay their eggs closer to the surface?? One of Sterns colleagues emerged behind him.

?Yes Jay, they do? Stern replied calmly, not allowing his excitement to show. He knew what this egg was, it was what he?d been searching for throughout the entire journey, although he didn?t inform his colleagues that this was his purpose. Stern slowly moved his hands over to a joystick, manoeuvring a submarine claw to pick up the golden object.

Several years later the egg hatched. A head popped out first. It was a white slender fur neck leading up to a cute shaped head. It?s nose was a golden yellow and it?s ears stood at attention as if it was listening to the sounds of the lab. It?s eyes were a sapphire blue glimmering. Its eyes adjusting to the outside world. It cracked the rest of the shell revealing a rounded body. It had two stick like sensors sticking out of its back. They were the same golden yellow colour as its nose. It had two small wing like arms of the same colour. Its body was the same white as its neck but as it went down to the stomach it became a golden yellow all the way down to its small feet. It had a sky blue triangle on its stomach and Professor Birch immediately knew what this Pokemon was.

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?Ok class, please welcome Michael Hardy. He?s just transferred here from Cambridge High School.? The Teacher introduced a tall boy of fifteen. He had long black hair extending down his back. His eyes were a hazel brown. His skin was a tanned peach. He stood just shorter than six feet tall wearing grey trousers, a white shirt and a Maroon Blazer with a bird symbol on it. He stepped through the brown oak doors of the classroom. There was about twenty students in the class. ?He?ll be joining us for today and will continue with us after the holidays. Do you prefer to be called by anything else?? a women of around thirty asked. Her hair a short chestnut brown, her eyes hidden by glasses.

?Most people just call me Micky? he replied in a low depressive tone. He never like going to school. He wished his dad had allowed him to go on a Pokemon Journey. His grades were good enough for allowing him to leave school when he was ten. However his dad was determined to make sure Micky became a lawyer or doctor or something else highly paid.

?Very well, Class, please Welcome Micky? the Women replied. She was clearly the teacher of the class. The students replied with hi?s and hello?s. Micky walked towards an empty desk near the back of the class. It was in a corner. The desk appeared to be made of plastic. It was grey and had steel legs. Micky sat through a two hour class on law. He was bored mindless but he knew he would pass the class by the end of the year.

After school ended Micky headed home. His school was just outside Lilycove City. A bustling Metropolis. Cars would zoom over the white stone roads. The pavements were always busy. Micky would have to squeeze through crowds of people on his way home. Buildings ranged from being one storey high to skyscrapers of twenty storeys. Lilycove was also home to the largest Pokemon Department store in the Hoenn region. If it was Pokemon related, it could be found in the Department Store. Trainers from all over the world would fly to Lilycove during a sales time when certain items were incredibly cheap. There was also an Art Museum which Micky?s old school had visited on school trips in the past. The thing that Micky loved the most about Lilycove was the beach. It was one of the main tourist attractions. The sand was soft on the skin. It gave a beautiful view of the horizon as the sun would set. Micky would usually do his homework on the beach until the orange glow of the sunset would come down. It was his favourite feature of Lilycove. This day he decided not to go to the beach. It was the last day of the week and now the Summer Holidays began. Eight weeks off of school.

Micky walked up the stairs to his room. He dumped his bags on his bed. He changed out of his school uniform and into a Red Shirt, black trousers bearing two red stripes on either side of his and wore a black jacket. He picked up a wallet and stuffed it into his pocket and then charged down the stairs jumping past the last few steps. He busted out of the door and slammed it behind it. His key was attached to his wallet for convenience. He charged down the road which was empty of cars considering his neighbourhood was quiet. Micky immediately heard a screech from the air. ?Pidegeottttttttt.? Micky turned to look at the sky. He couldn?t make out much more than the figure of a large bird since the rays of sun were blinding him.

?Heya Micky.? An immediately recognisable voice came from the bird as it landed.

?****, Peter?? A boy of similar age to Micky appeared riding the large bird. He had short ginger hair and ginger-peach skin to match. His eyes were a turquoise blue and he stood several inches above Micky. He wore a simple White and Red Jacket, a Black shirt with a Pokeball symbol on its front, and black trousers. Around his waist Micky noticed a white belt with six red and white Pokeballs attached.

?Yeah dude, hows you doing?? His voice was light and calm unlike Micky?s who was still in shock. He hadn?t seen his old friend Peter in five years since he left on his Pokemon journey. Micky had always been jealous and resentful of Peter. He felt he had turned his back on Micky when he left Lilycove five years ago although deep down Micky knew, had their positions been switched he would have done the same.

?Uh, I?m fine..? Micky wasn?t sure how to answer this. He was doing ok until his friend had shown up practically rubbing it in his face that he was a Pokemon trainer. ?Uh, how you bin?? The reality was Micky didn?t want to hear this answer. He didn?t want to hear how happy Peter was about being a trainer and how he?d met so many new people who were so much better than Micky.

?I?m great. Being a Pokemon Trainer owns ***.? There it was, the first emotional bullet wound through Micky?s heart. He had missed an opportunity at happiness because of his dad. ?Dude, you wanna see my Pokemon?? Micky did want to see his Pokemon but he knew it would be bullet wound number two.

?Uh, sure.? Micky mumbled his reply to hide his resentment.

?Well, firstly, meet Pidgeot.? He directed his hand to the magnificent Bird to his right. It stood at a similar height to Micky. It?s eyes appeared to have black eye-liner around it. Its beak was pale. Its wings were spread wide across. On the outside its fur was a pale oak brown but the inside fur of its wings were a cr?me white. Its chest and stomach were the same cr?me colour however the rest of its fur was the pale oak colour. A giant Blood Red mane started from the roof of its head. It extended finely down its back. Near the top there were bits of yellow on its mane but that disappeared as it extended down the fine bird back. Its tail was of similar colour. A combination of Red and yellow feathers.

?Pidgeot? the bird chirped with glee.

?Erm, yo??? Micky replied unsure of how he was suppose to speak to this magnificent Bird that stood before him staring him in the eye.

?Let me guess, you don?t know how to speak to Pokemon?? Yep, Peter hit the nail on the head, Micky had absolutely no clue. ?Just treat them like they were people, they don?t need to be patronised.?

?Ok, hello Pidgeot, can you lend me some money? Micky said sarcastically.

?Uh god. Anyways.? Peter reached down to a Pokeball on his belt. He aimed it towards Pidgeot withdrawing the bird to the ball. The transference was a strange spectacle. A beam of a see-through light red beamed at the bird. As it connected with the bird Pidgeot became a figure of the same see-through red colour. In a second it started fold its shape and retract to the Pokeball.
?Anyway Micky, I can tell your not enjoying this much so?where the **** are you heading?? If Peter remembered his friend well, which he did, Micky would usually be heading towards the beach with his homework to get it done in the warmth of the suns rays.

?I was heading to Fortree city to watch Winonna do some gym battles. You know, like we used to.? Micky remembered when he and Peter were only eight or nine. They would hike up Route 120 to Fortree City bypassing several trainer battles, the so called ancient ruins of a Powerful Pokemon, and the beautiful River Tours. Those days were over though. Micky would trek up there himself. It was tiring with no one to speak to. The time used to fly by but now it went slower than ever allowing the pain of the several hour hike to synch in. Micky looked on the bright side of this. It made him physically fit over time and he was almost fully adjusted to hiking those several hours through the bumpy hills and tall grass.

?Cool, your going to Fortree? That?s my last gym.? Peter opened his jacket revealing seven glimmering gym badges. Gym badges were earned through defeating gym leaders of certain cities. A Pokemon gym was the one thing Lilycove lacked. ?I was gonna go there today. Just came by to see my old mates first.? Micky got that sense of resent again. His friend had earned seven gym badges. It pissed him off so much that his father hadn?t let him leave on a Pokemon journey.

?Uh, well guess we gonna hike up there together like old times then??
?What, walk? **** no. I have Pokemon remember. We can fly.? Peter removed two Pokeballs from his belt. They began as small objects but hitting an activation button would enlarge them to hand size and would make them release its contained Pokemon when thrown to the ground. Peter pulled back his arm and threw the Pokeballs high into the air. They spun elegantly before opening. With that two shapes appeared in the red glimmer. Micky immediately recognised one as the bird from earlier known as Pidgeot however the second one was unfamiliar to him. It resembled a huge dragon. As it took form into its genetic body it revealed itself to be a pale blue. It stood on all fours and remained to be taller than Micky. It?s head was shaped with several spiked bines around it. The wings of this beast were a blood red. It bore eyebrows of the same colour. It?s neck and stomach was a dark cr?me, almost like cr?me had been placed over the blue. It opened its mouth revealing sharp fangs looking to be capable of removing Micky?s head with one bite. It had a long tail of the pale blue its body possessed which looked strong enough to crush Micky?s house with one swing. The beast let out a giant roar shocking Micky making him step back several feet. ?Don?t worry Micky. Salamance won?t harm you. Well unless I was to order him to.? Micky glared at Peter. He sounded serious and at that moment he feared him. Was he really that psychotic? ?Dude I?m just kidding. Come on hop on Salamance.? Peter patted the giant dragon on its head before climbing onto his Pidgeot. Micky slowly made his way towards the intimidating Dragon. ?Micky, he can smell fear, and he don?t like it? Peter pointed out cautiously.

?What so bravery is gonna cover up the smell of my tender flesh?? Micky replied sarcastically slowly making his way to the giant beast. He clambered onto it gripping onto its neck tightly.

?Ok, come on guys, head for Fortree.? Pidgeot flew up first leading the way, seemingly knowing where to head. Salamance followed with Micky gripping ever tightly. The flew high above the sky scrapers of Lilycove and Micky feared for his life knowing that one slip would make him fall to his death. As they flew Micky?s long hair dragged behind him. It glided in the air gracefully. Micky was enjoying himself at that moment. He had never experienced flying in his life but he was loving it. The wind rushing passed his face cooling his skin. He looked down below noticing the forests surrounding Route 120. Although he couldn?t see much more than the tall trees shading the ground below he knew all sorts of amazing creatures lived there. He heard the cries of each Pokemon occasionally.

They landed just outside of Fortree City only twenty minutes later. Micky thought of how little time it took these magnificent creatures to make it through a Route which took Micky several hours to transverse. ?Well then Micky, time to head to the gym.? Peter pulled out the two Pokeballs which stored Salamance and Pidgeot and withdrew them. He then attached the balls to his belt and started walking towards the gym of Fortree. This city was unlike a normal city. Houses were built in trees high above the ground. There were wooden ladders for climbing up to the houses which were all allocated onto wooden bridges, almost like the streets of Lilycove. Each bridge had a street name and each house connected to the bridge had a number. No cars were in Fortree obviously which made the air pure and clean. People and Pokemon lived happily together.

 

[Onimusha]

Chapter 1 - Part II (22000+ characters)

The cities gym was famed for Bird Pokemon as Micky knew well from years of watching the gym battles in the gym. Micky knew full well that Peter would need to use Electric, ice or rock type Pokemon to take down Winonna?s elegant birds. Peter stood outside the gym doors. They could here commotion within. Cheers and explosions lit the whole city with sound. Micky pushed open the gym doors but was greeted with a huge beam of light. He dived out of the way just in time to avoid injury as did Peter.
?Impressive move Brian.? A women?s voice was heard from to the left of Micky. He looked over to see a tall women in her mid twenties standing just outside the battlefield of the Pokemon. Her hair was a dark brown and stretched behind her back with elegance. She wore white jeans, a blue shirt and a white scarf. Her eyes were a crystal colour and they gleamed to the other side of the battlefield.

?Why thank you.? A sarcastic voice from the opposite side of Winonna was heard. A boy of around twenty stood there gleaming back. He wore no shirt showing off a six pack that looked like it had been chiselled in stone. His body was tanned all the way to his head. He had short brown hair and beady black eyes. His trousers were tattered but Micky could make out black underneath the dust. Micky now glared at the battlefield. The first thing to catch his eye was a goose like bird which was a glimmering Blue. It floated in the air, surrounded by a something white and fluffy that can only be described as a cloud. This appeared to be the wings of this Pokemon which Micky knew as Altaria. On top of this birds head was three blue feathers of a slightly darker blue than the creatures body fur. It was a mane that trailed down its back, similarly to Pidgeot?s. The other Pokemon on the battlefield was human shaped. It was nothing like a human other than how it stood however. It had sharp pointy gold ears, a gold face, a sharp pointy nose just like its ears. It had a white moustache which curled downwards. It was a long moustache stretching down as far as its thin gold neck. From there its body became a thin shape. On it were brown plates that appeared to be armour on certain parts of its body. On its shoulders, chest and knees. In its human like hands it grasped two silver spoons. This Pokemon was a Psychic. The spoons were used to help this creature focus its psychic powers. It would practice on many occasions bending the spoons with its mind.
?Alakazam!? the man called. ?Hit Altaria with an Ice Punch.? With that the human shaped psychic launched towards the cloud surrounded bird. It?s fist appeared to turn an icy blue as was the technique of this move. The spoon in Alakazam?s hand was no longer visible and the giant bird stood a high chance of taking critical damage from this move.

?Altaria, dodge it with agility? Winonna yelled. With that the Bird sprung out of the way of the punch with speed as it turned to watch Alakazam fall to the ground fist first. As it landed its fist seemingly shattered as the ice around it broke. ?Ok Altaria, hit it with dragon breath.? With that the Altaria took in one deep breath and spewed green flames from it?s mouth towards the psychic Pokemon.

?Alakazam? the man screamed. ?Tele?? He was too late to give an order. The green spew of Altaria was already upon the psychic. It writhed in pain trying to clamber to its feet. After several seconds of enduring the spew of dragon breath Alakazam was released. Its body blackened from where the dragon had sprayed it. Alakazam clambered to its feet spoons placed in front of its face in a defensive position, but then, the Psychic fell onto its back unconscious. ?Alakazam?? Brian cried loudly.

?Alakazam is unable to continue, therefore Winonna wins the match? a Man announced loudly. The crowd erupted in cheers for their gym leader as Brian rushed over the battle field to check on his psychic.

?Keep at it Brian, you done that battle? Winonna smiled as she said that to the trainer who had retracted Alakazam to its Pokeball. Winonna walked towards the back of the gym towards a set of double doors.

?Dammit Micky.? It was peter. Micky had completely forgotten about him since he was lost in the fight.

?What is it Pete?? Micky asked.

?I gotta wait until tomorrow before I get to fight her.?

?Seriously, stop *****ing dude, watch the rest of the today?s battles, pick up Winonna?s tactics and then find a way around them.?

?Dude, you sound like you know what your talking about?? Peter didn?t like how Micky had almost challenged him. Peter felt he was an experienced enough trainer to not need advice so he replied to Micky?s advice in a condescending tone.

?Dude, I?ve been watching Winonna battle since I was nine. You stopped after a year, she?s advanced in her tactics since you left. She aint a push over.? Micky was angered at his friends arrogance and stormed out of the gym.

?Where you going?? Peter questioned thinking Micky was gonna stay with him.

?Is it any of your business?? Micky was highly pissed off at his friend and at that moment he wanted to be left alone. He walked to the west of Fortree towards Route 119. This route was by far Micky?s favourite. It had a tall mountain were a river began. This created several Waterfalls that came crashing down to the River Flyer. He would normally climb up to the top of the first waterfall giving him a view of most of the route. Climbing to the top of the Mountain would take him almost the entire day. Although it wasn?t impossible it was seemingly pointless.

Half an hour past and Micky stood at the top of the first waterfall. There was several berry tree?s here and a few Pokemon stood by, licking water from the river. Micky wondered up to a large berry tree. It stood around about nine feet in the air and possessed large berries. Micky picked one. It was red and spiked. He peeled off the spikes revealing an oval shaped berry. It was soft and wet. Micky went to take a bite but spat it out immediately. ?Holy **** that?s spicy.? His tongue felt like it was on fire. He dropped the berry and raced over to the water scaring off the few Pokemon drinking the water. He immediately started splashing water into his mouth hoping to rid himself of the taste. Suddenly something smacked right down to his side. It was a fish that appeared to have fell from the waterfall to Micky?s right. It looked to be a huge drop and Mick was amazed at the endurance of this fish. It was a rather large fish with Imperial yellow scales. Its fins were white and it possessed a glum look on its face. Its mouth was wide open revealing a red tongue.

?Karp, Karp, Karp? The creature cried flopping around on the river bank.

?Hold on little guy.? Micky tried to pick the creature up to place it back into the water but it was difficult considering the creature kept splashing out of his hands. Eventually Micky managed to push the creature into the river which seemed to please it. It turned to look at him as if to say thank you. ?You?re a strange coloured Magikarp? Micky said. Most of the creatures known as Magikarp were a red orange colour. ?Hey you want some berries?? Micky questioned the creature who seemed to not understand a word of what Micky had said. Micky ran over to the tree and picked off three berries. They were the same spicy berries Micky had tasted before. He peeled off the spiked skin and fed the small fish the berry. It seemed to enjoy the taste and quickly finished it off. As Micky went to peel a second one the fish dived underwater in fear. ?Hey, where you go dude?? Micky was shocked to see this fish disappear on him as he was feeding it.

?Grr, Hound.? A loud bark was heard behind Micky. He turned to see five dogs behind him growling. Each was black with brown chests and necks. They had bone white Horns and several similar coloured bumps sticking out of their back and ankles. Their tails were thin but became sharp points at the end. One opened its mouth to bark and it revealed a full set of large sharp teeth, appearing quite capable of ripping Micky?s arm right off.

?Uh, hi Houndooms, erm, you guys want berries?? Micky held out his hand in a feeble attempt to win these dogs trust but to no avail as one drew in breath. Micky knew flames would be coming out and he dived into the water.

?Ok guys, just don?t?? Micky trailed off when he realised he wasn?t strong enough to fight the currents. He was being washed off of the edge of the waterfall and he could think of no way to stop it. The dogs barked loudly at him seemingly wishing he didn?t do that. The Houndooms wanted to eat him Micky believed.

Micky?s body washed off of the edge of the waterfall as he fell for about sixty feet. He tried to swing his body into a diving position so he would land more softly into the water that laid below but he failed. His body landed hard on the water smacking against his back and splashing water all over the place. He fell down to the bottom of the river, alive but in pain. His mouth opened releasing air and he tried to swim to the top of the river. He made no progress. He couldn?t swim any higher. He looked down at his feet and opened his mouth again in shock. A jellyfish like Pokemon was gripping at his ankles with its two tentacles. It had a blue rounded head with two red lumps on either side. Micky saw no way out of this. If he didn?t do something he would drown but if he struggled the creature would surely secrete poison into his ankles. Micky thought for a moment and then kicked the creature in one of the large red bumps around its head. He felt a sharp sting in his ankle and saw blood begin to release from his ankle. He knew the creature had unleashed toxins into his bloodstream and he had to get to people fast or he wouldn?t last long. As he swam to the surface his ankle went numb. As his head crashed through the water he breathed in air. It tasted so sweet in his lungs but he knew he couldn?t spend forever enjoying the air. For one that creature could grab him again and secondly he believed he was poisoned, although how bad he was not sure.

As he clambered to shore he was met with an unwelcome surprise. ?Seriously please just **** off? Micky said out of breathe to the pack of Houndooms who had quickly made their way to the shore. Micky looked at his leg seeing the blood trickle from his ankle. The savage dogs licked their lips at this sight and Micky knew he had only one option. Run for it. With that he charged for the thick forests of Route 119. He couldn?t feel the pain in his right ankle through the numbness but it felt as though his leg would snap right off. He heard the dogs bark behind him. Micky was running for his life at a surprisingly fast speed. The dogs were catching up though. One slip up and Micky was dead. He dove into the forests maintaining his speed. He leaped over logs, mud hills and even Pokemon although most had moved out of the way at the sight of the Houndooms. Micky had charged far but he?d reached the end of his run. He tripped over a tree root and the dogs pounced on their opportunity.

The dogs scratched and bit and Micky?s tender skin causing wounds pouring out blood. Micky tried to kick some away but to no avail. He rolled as fast as he could but the dogs continued to chase his body as it rolled until Micky came to a small cliff edge. He was unaware of it and fell about ten feet head first into a rock. His head cracked open and Micky knew he was done for. His face became a crimson mask as blood gushed from the left side of his head. Through the blood he could make out the figure of one of the dogs, followed by two others and eventually the last to. They had Micky trapped. His head in pain, his mind numb as he slowly crawled to the cliff edge feebly trying to back away from the vicious dogs. With that the leader of the back drew in breath. Micky knew a flamethrower was coming. ?Of all the ways to die I?m gonna be a barbeque for a pack of dogs? Micky thought. He didn?t bother to try and move since he knew he was as god as dead at that moment.

He gazed through the blood towards the dog waiting for the blaze to hit him. He closed his eyes but after a few seconds realised nothing had happened. He opened them and saw the five dogs laying unconscious on the ground. ?Holy **** a Miracle? Micky gasped through his shivering voice. From there Micky noticed something float down to the ground from above the dogs. It was shaped like a bird but was much different. It had a cute round nose at its front of a golden yellow. It?s eyes were a glimmering sapphire staring towards Micky sweetly. It had two stick like sensors sticking out of its back. They were the same golden yellow colour as its nose. It had two small wing like arms of the same colour. Its body was the same white as its neck but as it went down to the stomach it became a golden yellow all the way down to its small feet. It had a sky blue triangle on its stomach and two tiny feet complete with only two feathered toes. It glared back at Micky. Was it friendly? Or did it want to eat Micky itself?

"Adrenaline keeps me in the game, Adrenaline, you don't even feel the pain." - Gavin Rossdale, Adrenaline

Author Notes: The event from my life in this is getting my head cracked open by a group of rude-boys. Who are represented by the Houndooms. Peter is based on my friend and more people I know will be inc in this story.

 

[Shadow]

I'll give it a 7/10.

Good vivid descriptions, quotes added a nice touch, good cliffhanger, but a few typos here and there.

PS: I'm not the best rater, I'll never give a 10...

 

[Onimusha]

Ah, so its a good thing you didn't give a star rating then.

Yeah, occasionally the typo's don't show on MS word, infact when I read it through sometimes it doesn't show just cos of the fact its usually like Brian/Brain which when is hard to notice. There was assed in place of asked in chapter 2 I believe & it took ages for anyone to notice

 

[The Vince Knight]

Nice I will give a 7/10 too.
Nice story...

 

[Onimusha]

Hate to be a jackass, but isn't that a bit spammy (Didn't say why, yes I'm trying to boost my ego here)? lol

Chapter 2 - Sight of the Past, Voice of the Future

?Where do I take this pain of mine? I run, but it stays right by my side.? - Metallica, Until it Sleeps

A girl sat curled up in the foetal position in the corner of a padded room. She was in her mid twenties. Her hair was a fair brown, it was straight and went down to the floor. Her eyes were navy blue. Her skin was pale, her lips dry from being locked in the room for so long. A table lay in the opposite corner with a notepad and pencil sitting on top of it. The girl was a mute. She lost her voice through fear. She had not spoke for fourteen years. Ever since the death of her mother. Her mind locked in thought and she started to have flashbacks.

?Come on Mum. They say a legendary Pokemon lies here.? An eleven year old girl climbed up a steep set of stairs. Her hair was blonde, reflecting the small light that broke through the tower she was climbing. Her skin was tanned unlike the present.

?Hold on Kerri. I?m not as young as you, it?s more tiring.? An older women of around thirty five replied. Her hair was raven black. She was a similar height to her daughter. About five feet and a bit. Her eyes were the same Navy Blue as her daughters. She clambered up the stairs behind her daughter. She wore blue jeans, a pink top and a black jacket. An oak brown belt around her waist contained five Pokeballs.

?Yeah mum, I?m aware? Kerri replied giggling, flicking her blonde hair behind her. She wore a red tank top and black trousers with a rose symbol on its side. She started to run up the stairs. Laughing as she went. She wore a white belt with three Pokeballs.

Her mother giggled her reply ?What did that blind guy say this creatures name was?? Kerri and her mother were previously in Pacifidlog Town. A city on the water. They visited a blind man known only as RAGE. He was mutated as a child in a lab. He hid his entire body under a black cloak and grey gloves which showed only three large bulbous fingers.

?I didn?t say this creatures name.? A low creepy voice from behind Kerri and her mother bellowed. The blind man followed behind them. He was believed to be psychic for although he could not see, he walked as though he knew where he was going. ?I still suggest you do not find this beast, for it possesses more power than any Pokemon alive.?

?I thought you said you wouldn?t come with us? Kerri said turning back towards the cloaked man.

?Well, you seem intent on trying to capture this beast, so I will show you the way to his lair, but I will go no further than that? Rage replied in a deep voice.

?Well, that?s all we need Rage? Kerri?s mother replied in a cheerful tone.

The group of three headed towards the top of the stone staircase. When they reached the top they saw nothing but a huge hole in the ground. Light did not reach here and Kerri pulled out a torch and Rage pulled out a lantern. He lit the candle within the lantern giving an orange glow. Rage pulled out a couple of underwater breathers. ?You will need these. I assume you have water Pokemon?? Rage questioned. He knew what lay in the whole.

?Of course we do, it?s my specialty? Kerri replied. Her three Pokeballs contained three Pokeballs. A Kingdra, a Maril and a Sealeo. She triggered the Pokeballs to make them grow in size ready to release the contained Pokemon.

?Not yet young one. First you must climb down there.? Rage Pointed towards the hole in the ground which seemingly had no bottom. With that rage pulled out a large coil of rope from underneath the cloak he wore. He tied it to a nearby pillar and tossed it down the hole. ?When you reach the bottom there will be a small lake. From there you will need your Pokemon to dive with you. It will take a good few minutes so use the breathers. There will be several routes in which you can take. I forget which one it is that leads to the beasts lair but those breathers should let you last at least twenty minutes.? With that Rage backed away down the stairs leaving Kerri and her Mother on their own, leaving behind the lantern on the floor giving off little light.

?I thought he said he?d show us the way to his lair?? Kerri said after she was sure Rage was out of ear shot.

?I guess he only meant he would only tell us the way.? Kerri?s mum was also curious as to what this man meant since he said he would show them the way.

?Well I guess we should climb down then.?

?KERRI! KERRI!? She snapped out of her thought and turned to see one of the Doctors at her mental hospital. ?Kerri, your fathers here.? With that the doctor left and a man of at least fifty entered. His hair was a short curly brown. His eyes were hazel brown. He had a large moustache of brown was underneath his sharp pointy nose. His lips were dried, just like his daughters. There were strands of grey in his hair from his age. He wore a black suit with a white shirt underneath.

?How have you been Kerri?? her father asked. Kerri scrambled over to the desk to reach for her notepad and pencil.

?What do you think dad, I?ve been locked in here for 14 years.? She wrote in a scribbled pencil, however her father had adjusted to seeing it since he visited every couple of weeks.

?Well Kerri, you haven?t shown any signs of recovering.? Her father spoke calmly.

?How?s Micky?? She preferred to speak to her brother. He was nicer than her father. They related better since they both liked Pokemon whilst her father never got over the idea of a Pokemon murdering his wife.

?Your brothers fine Kerri.?

?Have you let him become a trainer yet?? She had spoken with Micky before and she knew he wanted to become one.

?You know he doesn?t want to become one Kerri. He would rather follow in my footsteps and become a well paid Lawyer, or a doctor.? Kerri knew that his dad had no idea what he was talking about, but she had tried to convince him of his want to become a trainer but she guessed that Micky had denied it. He knew he couldn?t leave his father on his own. She signed in defeat. She didn?t want to ruin her father and brothers relationship, no matter how rocky it already was.

?When can I next see him?? She was anxious to see her brother. She hadn?t seen him in months and he was the closest thing to a friend she had for almost fourteen years. Since Micky was aged five they would discuss all sorts of things and despite the age factor and her inability to speak.

?He?s busy with school work? her father stammered, annoyed that his daughter wasn?t too keen on seeing him.

?Look dad, I know you hate seeing me so just leave, send Micky my love.? She practically told her dad to leave, she didn?t want to speak to him. She was twenty five but her father still spoke to her as if she was still that scared eleven year old. She believed it was him who insisted on her stay at the Mossdeep Sanatorium. She believed he hated her for taking her mother with her into the sky pillar. She wished she?d died there too instead of being subjected to a life in a mental home.
?Fine, goodbye Kerri? Her father replied shaking his head as if to say ?your never leaving here with that attitude.? With that Kerri curled back up in the corner of her room, staring into nothingness yet again.

****

Micky stared into the sapphire eyes of the creature standing before him. It closed in towards him and stared at him, its head only a hairs length from Micky?s face. The blood continued to trickle from Micky?s head and ankle. ?Are you an Angel? Micky asked delirious from his blood loss. Suddenly his mind went numb and he could hear a voice.

?No I am not.? Micky was sure he heard these words as his head became stable again.

?Crap? Micky said holding his head. ?Was that you ****ing with my head?? The creature nodded. ?So your not gonna eat me?? Micky was still unsure of this but he was almost totally positive that the Creature wasn?t going to kill him. The creature shook its head. ?Uh, good. Well, can I call you Angel anyway?? Micky wasn?t sure what this creature was but he had to give it a name. The creature appeared to sign before nodding. ?Well Angel? Micky clasped his head wound trying to stop the blood from a escaping. ?Can you, like, uh, help me out here.? Micky ripped at his red long sleeved shirt removing one sleeve which he tightened around his leg, trying to slow whatever toxins the water creature had injected into his body from flowing around his bloodstream.

After Micky was done creating a bandana like bandage for his head he tried to use the creature for leverage to bring himself to his feet. He fell back down to the ground, his body to limp to stand on his own. ?Help? Micky whimpered, his voice trembling through his blood loss. Micky?s mind went numb again and he swore he could hear a voice again, and knew the creature he called Angel was speaking to him.

?Ok, don?t be scared, I?m going to lift you onto me and take you to Mauville City.? With that Micky began to glow and was lifted psycho-kinetically onto Angel?s back. His blood dripped onto the fur of the creature and with that Micky passed out, knowing the creature would keep him safe.

****

?Mum, I think its in here? Kerri whispered to her mother. They were both soaked from being in the water but they believed it was worth it. They saw a large stone tablet on a granite wall. There was something in dots but neither Kerri or her mother could understand it.

?How do we get in Kerri?? Her mother questioned seeing no obvious way in.

?Well, we could try to break down this door, send out your Electrode and make it use explosion, I?m sure that could put a hole through this thing.?

?Uh, fine, Electrode go.? Kerri?s mother activated her Pokeball and released a ball shaped Pokemon. It looked just like a Pokeball only the lower colour was Red and the upper colour was White, the opposite of the standard Pokeball. Also, a face could be made out. A huge grin on the lower side of the ball and eye?s on the upper side. ?Kerri take cover.? Kerri and her mother backed off behind a broken pillar which lay on the floor sideways. ?Ok Electrode, use Explosion.?

?Electrode!!!!? The ball Pokemon screamed before glowing a brilliant yellow and causing a huge wave of sound and destruction. Kerri popped her head up first from behind the broken Pillar. Dust began to settle from the Explosion the Pokemon made. At first Kerri could see the Ball shaped Pokemon. It?s eyes closed, its grin gone. It was unconscious.

?Mum, you better withdraw it? Kerri warned. It?s not good for Pokemon to be unconscious out of their Pokeball?s for too long. Her mother pulled out it?s Pokeball and the red glow formed and withdrew the unconscious ball. The dust settled and Kerri could make out the stone tablet yet again. ?Your kidding me right?? The stone tablet was undamaged. Not a single scratch or indent was visible.

?Well, now what do we do?? Kerri?s mother asked. The ground shook below them. Kerri?s mother feel to the ground while Kerri managed to keep her self stable by leaning on the Stone Tablet. ?What was that?? her mother asked, trembling in fear, her lips shaking as she spoke, teeth chattering as though a blanket of ice was placed upon her.

?I, I?I don?t?? Kerri?s voice trailed off. She looked towards the stone tablet. The dots that were on it originally had reformed in shape. The made out picture of a snake like beast.

The loud screech was heard, followed by a loud roar. Kerri ran over to her mother, hugging her in fear. The stone tablet started to crack at the sound of the roar. The stone tablet collapsed apart. Spreading the stone all over the floor. The dust lifted up as it crashed. Kerri and her mother could make out a shadow, but they couldn?t tell what it was.

****

Micky?s eyes opened. Blinded by light. He couldn?t make out much more than a yellow blur. He started moving his arms, trying to hold something. He heard a crash, as though he knocked a glass over. As he turned to the sight of the crash he could see clearer. The light was no longer in his face. He could see a broken glass on the ground, water spread around. ?****, I only bin awake for a few seconds? Micky mumbled, still not fully awake. He rubbed his eyes and turned to his right. There it was. The Pokemon that saved him, the one he knew as Angel.

?Are you feeling better? The doctors were worried.? He could hear the voice in his yet again. ?Wait don?t speak. You don?t need to, I can read your thoughts. Save your strength and just think what you wish to say.? Micky wasn?t quite sure how to react to this, he went to speak opening his mouth but just as he was about to let it out, he saw sense on what this Pokemon had said.

 

[Onimusha]

?I?m feeling better Angel.? He wasn?t quite used to this way of speaking and was worried other thoughts would slip into his conversation.

?You should take a look at your head. The doctors had to place seventeen stitches in it.? Was Angel serious. Micky sat up on his bed first and slowly made his way to the mirror in the room. He felt around his hair until he felt stitches. Brushing his hair aside he looked in the Mirror. It was a huge gash in his head. He was glad he grew his hair so long since it would cover up the scar in his head.

?Thanks for saving me Angel.? Even the voice in his head sounded thankful. ?What are you though?? Micky had never heard of a Pokemon that was so well acquainted with English. Many over time would learn through training what certain moves meant, most knew them before they began training, but none had ever held conversation with a human.

?I am a the child of a legendary Pokemon? Micky was starting to see how this Pokemon could have destroyed that pack of Houndooms so easily. ?No Micky, I am not very Powerful. My potential still hasn?t been reached. Those Houndooms were just very weak. I?ve spent much of my life in a lab. A professor known as Birch is studying me. Well he was, I ran away.? So she wasn?t very powerful? Well that shocked Micky a lot. Still, he was grateful of this creature, powerful or not, however he felt compelled to contact this ?Birch? person. He was curious about this Pokemon, who claimed that its power was not realised. The Pokemon opened its mouth. From it a Pokeball fell.

?What the **** do you?? Micky was interrupted by thought from Angel.

?Your fathers coming, I sense he dislikes Pokemon, hide me.? With that Angel tapped its nose against the Pokeball withdraw button and was absorbed into the Pokeball. Micky quickly hid it underneath his pillow and awaited his fathers arrival.
?My god Michael, how are you?? Well that was a shock to Micky, he was showing care. Micky was half expecting to be told off for venturing so far out of Lilycove.

?Uh, I?m fine dad.? His father sighed in relief.

?What the **** were you doing on Route 119?? Yep, there it was, his dad being totally pissed off.

?I was just?? Ok Micky needed to think of an excuse, and fast.

?You were admiring the scenery.? That caught Micky by shock, Angel can speak to him even through its Pokeball.

?I was admiring the scenery.? Micky flopped back on his pillow, he knew one wrong move could get him in a huge amount of trouble, and slamming back on is pillow was that wrong move. A red glow shot out from underneath his pillow. Angel started to take form and eventually appeared.

?Oh well done Micky, your ****ed now.? Angel had even adapted to swearing? Well that took Micky by surprise but he couldn?t spend more than a second pondering that for his dad had reached boiling point, his temper about to explode.

?What the **** is this?? Angel ruffled her fur. She didn?t seem to happy with being called ?This?. ?Don?t you try to intimidate me.? Micky?s father was completely red. His face looked like it could explode.

?Dad, don?t call him a this.? Micky stood up for Angel but was interrupted quickly.

?I?m a girl.?

?What?? Micky knew what it meant, he just needed time to process this in his mind.

?I?m not a he.?

?Don?t call her a this dad. He.. She.? Micky corrected himself quickly, he wasn?t used to referring to Angel as a she. ?She saved my life dad. I was about to be dog meat.? Micky voice was high, as though he had just breathed in helium. Micky hated arguing with his father. His father was the only family he had really, aside from his sister who he hadn?t been aloud to see in along time.

?What are you doing catching Pokemon?? Micky?s father screamed at the top of his voice. He believed that Micky didn?t want to become a Pokemon trainer, he felt betrayed. Micky knew this would be hard to explain.

?Look dad, I didn?t catch her, she just gave me her Pokeball.? Well ,that didn?t sound right. It made almost no sense and his dad wasn?t buying any of it, even if it was true.

?You expect me to believe that Michael?? Micky didn?t expect him to believe it. It didn?t sound at all true. So Micky was left with few options. Try to make up a believable story from where he left off. Faint, or try to argue his way out.

?NO I ****ING DON?T DAD, YOU DON?T BELIEVE A WORD THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH, YOU HEAR WHAT YOU WANNA HEAR.? Micky?s throat hurt from that. He waited for his dad?s reply, which he knew full well would begin, with something like ?don?t take that tone with me.?

?HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME.? Micky knew his father too well. ?I thought you decided you didn?t want to become a Pokemon trainer, that you wanted to follow in my footsteps at become a lawyer. Or become something else well paid.?

?NO DAD!!? Micky?s voice went. ?You decided that!? Tears started to form and fall from Micky?s eyes. It had been seven years of hiding this from his father and now he finally let it out.

?What son?? His father slumped down onto a chair behind him.

?Its true Micky?s dad. You decided it, not him.? Angel spoke into the mind of Micky?s father, shocking him.

?Crap, did that?.thing, just speak to me?? Micky?s dad pointed towards Angel.

?Angel, why?d you speak to him? As if he isn?t freaked out enough.? Micky questioned Angel there. He definitely didn?t think his dad knowing that Angel could speak to him was a good idea.

?Yeah dad she did. She?s an intelligent Pokemon.? Micky spoke calmer than he thought. Angel could sense he didn?t like the idea of his father knowing she could speak.

?Tell her not to speak to me again? Micky?s father stood backed in the corner of the room, as far away from Angel as he could get. Micky looked to Angel and started thinking.

?Don?t speak to him ok, he?s a bastard when it comes to Pokemon.?

?Are you speaking to her?? Micky?s father wasn?t sure since all Micky was doing was staring at Angel. Well from his point of view that was all that was happening.

?Yeah dad, she can read minds. I just need to think it and she understands.? Micky remained calm as he said that but he was expecting a bad reaction from his father.

?Look son, I?ll continue this conversation tomorrow, when we get home. Is there anything you need??

?Anything you want Angel??Micky questioned the Pokemon. He figured she hadn?t eaten in a while although he could be wrong.

?A few Sour Pokeblocks maybe.?

?Well dad, can you get me a box of sour Pokeblocks and maybe a KFC meal or something.?

?Uh, ok.? Micky?s father left the room quickly. He feared Angel, knowing it was capable of reading his mind and telling Micky his thoughts.

****

Two days later Micky was let out of hospital. His head and ankle were better and although he had a few scars from where the dogs had ripped at his skin, the doctors said it would grow back in time. Micky had a bandage around areas of his body that had been attacked, his head and his ankle. The Pokeball containing Angel was placed in Micky?s pocket. His father had brought him a new set of clothes on the day which felt good to get into, although Micky was desperate for a shower since he could still feel the dried blood in his hair.

The car journey home was in silence. Micky sat in the backseat away from his father. The radio wasn?t even on. The only sounds were the people outside and the sounds of car engines vibrating. When Micky got home he charged upstairs. He tossed Angels Pokeball on his bed and made his way to the shower. The water showered the blood out of his head, turning the water a thinned colour of blood red. He watched it wash down the drain. It took at least seven minutes to get rid of it all but eventually he was done. After getting dressed into his unusual form of clothing. A see through netted white shirt, black trousers with two white stripes down either side and a plain black jacket he flopped onto his bed, laying in the comfort of being in his own bed again. He looked around his room. It was covered in posters of heavy metal bands. In the corner he had a laptop on top of an oak table. He had an office seat that spun around with a pile of clothes on top of that. In another corner of his room was his guitar. It was most likely Micky?s most treasured present from his father. He got it when he was twelve for his birthday. It was the coolest guitar Micky had seen. It was black however on it there were several Mirrors. He?d seen ones like it on television. It reflected light and shimmered greatly. Micky wasn?t exactly a great guitarist but when he was depressed it would cheer him up to practice on it, and at this time he was depressed.

****

Something moved forward through the dust. Kerri could make out a green head. There were two huge ears sticking out of the roof of its head that were larger than her arms. Its eyes were an evil yellow. Around its eyes was black shaped like Egyptian mascara. Its lips had a light red colour surrounding it. As it opened its mouth to roar Kerri could make out a large set of teeth. The roar blew Kerri?s hair back and it felt like a hurricane. The dust settled further and Kerri could make out a snake like body. Along it was a yellow symbol stretching down its body, shaping into stranger symbols. It had two arms, at least the size of her body each. It ended in claws, like that of a tyrannosaurus rex. Around its body were two large bumps which appeared to be wings, although they looked too small to be able to lift such a large beast, yet Kerri was proved wrong. The creature started to seemingly float. It flew right in front of Kerri and her mother.

?Kingdra, Maril, Sealeo go!? Kerri screamed throwing all her Pokeballs out. The creature blew flames from its mouth directly at the Pokeballs. Kerri watched her Pokeballs disappear into ash. ?What?? She feared for her Pokemon. They were converted matter inside those Pokeballs but they were destroyed. ?Quick mum, do something.?

Kerri?s mother reached for her Pokemon belt. Her Electrode was unconscious so she couldn?t reach for that ball but she reached for a Pokeball. As she threw it the legendary Pokemon breathed in and fire another flamethrower melting that Pokeball to ash. The mouth of the creature started to glow. Kerri was pushed out of the way by her mother and watched in horror. The giant creature fired a beam of light from its mouth. It glowed in the darkness. Kerri felt as though time had stopped. She tried to do something but she couldn?t. That second felt like a year. As it past so slowly Kerri thought about all her mother had done for her. Coming with her on her journey. Giving her first Pokemon to her, Horsea. Now her mother would die because of her being so foolish to not heed Rage?s words of warning. The second past, the beam hit her mother, tearing through her body going right through it. Kerri tried to scream but she was frozen in fear. Her eyes refused to close, her body refused to move, her eyes refused to cry. She seemed like she was frozen in time as she watched the creature severe her mother until all that lay was a charred corpse with a giant whole through its stomach. The creature then looked to Kerri, murder on its mind.

****

?Look dad? Micky said stepping down the stairs. ?I?ve been looking into the owner of Angel, his name is professor Birch, and he gives out starter Pokemon to trainers, and well, I want to get one.? His dad was sitting on a couch looking up at him.

?Fine son, fine!? he said shaking his head in distain. ?Your old enough to make your own decisions I guess.? Micky?s father looked depressed. He?d always hoped his son would become a well paid lawyer like he was. He feared for his sons life out in great wide world. He feared the same thing that happened to his wife would happen to him. ?I guess Kerri wasn?t lying, when she told me you wanted to become a trainer, go pack your things son.? With that Micky?s father left the house, Micky wasn?t sure why but he ran back up the stairs packing all he could. Several sets of clothes, his laptop, and Angels Pokeball.

Several hours later Micky?s father returned to the house. He had a white card in his hand. ?If your mother was around she?d do this for you, but I guess, since she isn?t I should. This is a trainer card apparently. It works like a credit card but it has some sort of tracking device and makes you an official trainer. I put your college fund on it.? Micky?s father handed Micky the card. He was pleased beyond belief. He?d always wanted to become a trainer and now he was. He saw in the corner of his card an ID number and his name underneath it. Below that he could see that he had $35,000.

?Thirty-five thousand?? Micky never knew how large his college fund really was.

?Yes son, a lot of that was from your mother, some of it was from me. Every year of your life I?ve placed a thousand dollars into your account.? Micky started doing the maths in his head to figure out what his mother left him. ?Well son, call me every week, I don?t want to lose touch, and?? He was out of things to say.

?Thanks dad.? Micky went up and hugged his dad, tears of joy rolling down his cheek. Micky stepped out of his house. His bag in hand. His dad closed the door behind him after waving one last goodbye and Micky stepped out into the street, looking forward to life as a trainer.

?All I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you.? - Linkin park, Numb

Author Notes: The only truth in this is near about?s the college fund, the stitches, and the dad who gives up easy.

 

[Onimusha]

Chapter 3: The Adventure Begins

?And I know, I may end up failing to. But I Know, you were just like me with someone disappointed in you.? - Linkin Park, Numb.

?Now how the **** do I make it to Littleroot?? Micky said frustrated that he didn?t think it through. If he asked his dad he would have been able to come up with something. Still, now it was to late, him turning back would show weakness, well at least in Micky?s mind it would. ?Uh god, well, Thirty-Five Grand should be able to get me somewhere.? He looked towards the beach, viewing the sun set beautifully over the horizon. It brought an orange glow over the bustling city of Lilycove, calming it as people retired to their homes to sleep while the night life began for those more youthful or with more time on their hands.

Micky walked his way down the beach, passing several people retreating to their homes, or Pokemon Centers were trainers would dwell in the dormitories. His mothers grave was along this beach, hidden away in a small cave. Micky?s father had buried her here, he thought it fitting since it was her favourite place to be. About twenty-five minutes later Micky had reached the cave. There was a small Lantern laying just inside, Micky pulling out his lighting and giving a small glow inside the cave which was pitch black. Raising the lantern to the gravestone he read:

?Caroline Jane Hardy, 3670 May 17th - 3705 June 13th. Beloved Wife and Mother.?

The gravestone was a black and cr?me marble cubical with the writing inscribed. Above it was a crucifix of the same texture and colour design. The marble was cleaned every week by his father or occasionally himself resulting in a shiny clean tombstone. Behind it, buried several feet below, was his mothers ashes.

?Heya mum.? Micky breathed in a sigh. ?Dad finally let me become a trainer, but I think I tore our whole relationship apart.? He sighed again. ?But I promise mum, if I can?t make him proud. I?ll make you proud.? A tear dripped down his cheek, his emotion getting to him.

?Micky!!? Micky knew this voice but he still posed the question.

?Peter, is that you?? Micky turned to see his friend standing there. He wore black trousers, a green shirt and a purple jacket.

?You can bet your *** it is. I dropped by your house, your dad said you?d be here so I flew over. Hear your heading to Littleroot.?

?So?? Micky saw no reason for him to state this.

?Want a lift??

Micky coughed a chuckle. ?Thanks dude.? Peter released his Salamence, his Pidgeot was already out. Micky figured he was suppose to hop onto Salamence and took a tight grip around its neck again as it took off. As the wind brushed by Micky?s body felt cold. His jacket hung loosely on his body leaving his stomach and chest exposed to the wind, aside from the thin net lining on his body. About half an hour into the trip Micky posed the question ?How long is it gonna take to get to Littleroot!? screaming as he asked.

?Dude, we?re making record time already, we?re like half way across Hoenn already, stop your *****ing!? Peter shouted back as loud as he could yet it still sounded as though he mumbled. Another half an hour or so of Micky and Peter shouting questions back and forth they reached Littleroot. From above it appeared to a tiny village, not a town. It was less than a quarter of the size of Lilycove, houses were made of wood, it appeared to be Aspen wood, although Micky couldn?t tell for sure. This village lacked a Pokemon Center however it had a laboratory which Micky had looked up on the internet when looking for Professor Birch?s location. Micky and Peter stood before a large building, made of the same materials as the houses, except it was much larger. Micky could tell it led to a field at the back, quite likely to be for Pokemon to live and play, although Micky couldn?t see any. It was late and they were probably back in their Pokeballs.

?Well Micky, are we gonna step in or not?? Peter asked sarcastically.

?Yeah dude we are.? Micky stepped forward in front of his friend to the large red door leading to the interior of the lab. He pushed it open and a bell rang, most likely to inform someone that people, or Pokemon, had entered the building. Peter followed after withdrawing his Pokemon back to their balls.

?How can I help you?? A man spun a seat around from his desk. He looked to be about thirty-five or so. He was rather large, but not disgustingly as it fitted his height which was almost seven feet. He had brown hair, not short but not long either, somewhere in between. He also had a beard of dark brown that extended along the bottom of his face, yet he lacked a moustache. His eyes were also brown. He wore shorts of lime green that were tattered with mud, most likely from the outside. His shirt was navy blue and was covered by a white lab coat. It seemed strange to Micky but instead of shoes he wore brown sandals revealing disgusting hairy toes. Micky snapped out of it and replied to the mans question.

?Uh, hi, is Professor Birch around here?? Micky stuttered since he was busy checking out the lab around him. It had white wall paper, several computers and many desks. There was a bookcase filled with books, most likely about Pokemon. There was several boxes filled with Pokeballs. Each was labelled with names such as ?Gary?, ?Jamie?, ?Kent? and others.

?That?s me, and who might you be young man?? The professor addressed Micky, totally ignoring Peter who stood in the background trying to remain unnoticed.

?Uh, hi, I?m Micky Hardy, I think I got one of your Pokemon.? Micky placed his backpack on the ground and pulled out Angel?s Pokeball.

?Is that Latianne?? Micky wasn?t sure, it may have been.

?I?m not sure, I just been calling her Angel, did this Latianne run away? And can it talk to people through its mind?? Micky was pretty sure it was the Pokemon the professor spoke of but he wanted to be sure.

?She spoke to you?? The professor sounded stunned at this, was it really that strange. She spoke to Micky?s father, so what?s so special about this form of communication.

?Uh yeah, is that anything unusual?? Micky moved his face in a way to show his confusion as he spoke.

?Well yes. As far as I know the only other person she has ever spoken to was me.? Micky handed the professor the Pokeball. He in turn released Angel from her Pokeball. ?Hello Latianne.? The professor addressed the creature known as Latianne who appeared to be sleeping.

?Wake up Angel? Micky thought. Angel appeared to pick up on this thought and opened her eyes, stunned to see that she was back in the lab.

?One thing professor, why did she run away?? Micky was worried Angel was being mistreated here, although it seemed near impossible since she could quite easily injure the professor if she felt threatened considering what she done to the pack of Houndooms.

?I?m not sure why, maybe she wanted to explore the world?? The professor looked at Angel and Micky was sure they were communicated through thought. ?Well she said she sensed danger?? The professor couldn?t quite understand this but he accepted it doubting that Latianne would lie to him.

?Well, he saved my life, maybe that?s what she sensed??

?With all due respect Master Hardy, many people get into bad situations, dangerous one?s, I doubt of the millions out there that she can sense she would leave just to come to one persons aid.? Micky saw sense in this, although he didn?t like being patronised like he was.

?Well, uh, I was also wondering something?? Micky wasn?t sure if it was rude to ask this or not but he went for it. ?I heard you give out starter Pokemon to new trainers and well I just became a trainer today.? Micky removed his trainer card from his pocket and presented it to Professor Birch as proof of this since on its day of creation it stated ?5th of July?, also known as today.

?Don?t worry I trust you? the professor said waving his hands signalling Micky to move his card back to his pocket. ?I?m afraid I have none with me at the moment. Its not the time of year for trainers to receive them.? The professor saw Micky sigh in disappointment and he tried to think of something fast and then it clicked. ?In Oldale town, the person who provides me with my starters, I think his name is James Yeoman, maybe he?ll have an early hatchling or something.? A glint caught Micky?s eyes, hope refilled his heart.

?Well Micky, off to Oldale we go then? Peter sad from the back of the room.

?Wait, Peter? The one from five years ago?? The professor recognised him.

?Yeah that?s me, surprised you remember.?

?I never forget a face, how?s my Mudkip doing?? Micky guessed this was given to his friend as a starter.

?He?s doing great, in fact, he?s a Marshtomp now.?

?Really? He evolved a lot in your care.? Micky was getting tired of this conversation and made a grunted cough as though he was clearing his throat.

?Yeah, we better get going, I?ll catch you later.? Peter said waving goodbye. Micky said his goodbyes through thought to Latianne and proceeded to leave the lab behind Peter. He released his Pidgeot again outside.

?Well dude, guess I?ll see ya later.? Peter hopped onto his Pidgeot.

?Hey wait, Pete, what about me?? Micky was expecting to get flown to Oldale town.

?Dude, its like a ten minute walk down route 101, I?m sure you can handle it.? With that Peter took off leaving Micky on his own. Micky proceeded north seeing a sign saying Route ?101?. It was dark and gloomy and Micky tripped several times but he made it to Oldale pretty fast.

He looked around the town. It was small but it was nice to see light again. The houses were made of red brick, all of them appeared to be two storey terrace houses. No cars were visible on the streets although there were small roads for them. Wondering around the city Micky spotted several food restaurants, a Pokemon Market, and a Pokemon Center. The Pokemart was closed but the Center remained open so he decided this was the place to get information on where to stay. As he entered the building he was surprised to see the double doors didn?t open automatically which resulted on him walking face first into them. When he finally realised it was push not pull he entered the building. It was brightly lit. The floor was white, just like the walls and roof. A couple of Pokemon transference PC?s, a large map of the Hoenn region, a couple of sofa?s, several green plants and a couple of flyers for Pokemon trainers. At the back was a red counter, behind it was a large machine used to treat Pokemon.

?Erm, hello, I was wondering, are their any cheap hotels around here or anything?? A nurse appeared from under the counter. Her hair was blonde tied into a ponytail hidden under a nurse hat with a red cross symbol on it. She wore a white dress with a Red cross symbol on it as well. She had a pretty face with cute blue eyes.

?Well, if you?re a trainer you can stay in the rooms out back, although most trainers move on to Petalburg City which has more room and better facilities.? Micky shuffled through his pocket and handed the nurse his trainer card. She verified it in no time and led him through a door to Micky?s left. There was a hallway which led to ten rooms, five on either side. The Nurse led him near to the end and opened the door. Inside were two bunk-beds with dark green covers. There was a door near the back and Micky guess it led to a toilet of some kind. The nurse pointed towards the door. ?Back there is a shower and toilet but you?ll need to bring your own toiletries aside from toilet paper.? Micky nodded to indicate he understood. ?If you need anything just come to the desk and ask. There are four towels back there as well.? The nurse exited the room and Micky guess she headed back down the hallway. He dumped his bag on the top bunk of the bed to his left and brushed his fingers through his hair. After checking out the bathroom he dropped by a small store to get some shampoo, some hair conditioner, toothpaste and a toothbrush. After brushing his teeth, showering and drying his hair he dropped off to bed.

****

 

[Onimusha]

Kerri remained in the corner of her room almost all her life. Always trapped in thought. Occasionally she?d scream what she said in the Sky Pillar. She flashed back into thought.

?Mu?mu?.mum.? Kerri was in shock. Her mother destroyed in front of her eyes by this mythical beast. Her eyes allowed tears to trickle down her cheeks, although the shock refused to let her move she could feel the warmth her tears brought to her cheeks, the only warmth she had at that time. The beast turned to the air, eyes staring a hole through her body. She managed to build up enough strength to crawl backwards. She tried to get to her feet, collapsing to her feet a couple of times but she managed to dive into the small pond by her. Her hands felt cold in the water she crawled into. The creature followed close behind, flying in the air behind her. It drew in breath and Kerri saw the same light in its mouth. She knew she was going to suffer the same fate as a her courageous mother.

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?Uhhhhhhhh?.? Micky let out a huge yawn as he woke. He rolled over his side but fell right off of the bed landing hard on the floor below, emitting a huge bang throughout the room. ?****, ****, ****, ****? Micky cursed feeling the pain dash through his back.

?Are you alright?? Micky heard a girls voice from above although he couldn?t see where it came from since his eyes were closed in pain. This girls voice was sweet and calming. Micky opened his eyes to see a girl of similar age standing over him. She was in a white gown for sleeping in Micky assumed. Her eyes were a calm sky blue. Her skin was white, slightly tanned. Her hair was brown hanging gracefully behind her. She was beautiful in Micky?s eyes, he thought he was still dreaming but the pain made sure he knew he wasn?t.

?Not really.? Micky gritted his teeth after this trying to withdraw the pain. ?Hold on just give me some space.? He motioned his hands to ask her to move back a bit.

?Uh, ok.? With this Micky flicked up to his feet trying to impress this girl, clearly failing, however she seemed relieved to see he was fine. ?I take it your ok then?? The girl asked not sure what to think.

?Uh yeah I?m fine. Who are you by the way?? He was immediately infatuated with this girl and with good reason.

?I?m Purity Campbell? the girl said placing her hand out to shake. ?But don?t let the name fool you ok.? Micky shook her hand and introduced himself.

?I?m Micky Hardy. I take it you haven?t just began your Pokemon journey then?? he could tell this girl was at least fourteen and most people started trainer at ten.

?Good guess Micky. Nah I been training for five years now. I?m gonna challenge Norman of Petalburg gym for my fourth badge.? Well, now Micky knew she was reasonably experienced.

?So, how many Pokemon do you have?? Micky had no clue but he was curious to see how many Pokemon he should have by his third badge.

?Got three. A Ninetales, Milotic and a Kirlia. What you got?? Micky wasn?t sure how to answer this. He felt a little embarrassed but he had to confess that he didn?t have any.

?Got none, haven?t started.? Micky?s face turned red in embarrassment considering this trainer seemed pretty experienced and he didn?t want to seem like an amateur.

?Don?t be embarrassed? she giggled. ?We all started somewhere, but you don?t look ten.?

?I?m not, I?m fifteen.? Purity looked shocked. A fifteen year old had only just started his adventure?

?You serious??

?Yeah, I kinda had an argument with my dad about it and finally allowed to be a trainer.?

?Hmm, interesting, well I gotta head to Petalburg and you gotta go, erm?.? She started rolling her hand asking for help.

?I?m seeing a James Yeoman, he?s a breeder of some kind.?

?Well yeah, well I gonna have a shower get dressed and head off, its nice meeting you Micky.? Purity picked up her bag and headed towards the bathroom. Micky was still in his netted shirt and black trousers from the previous night and he couldn?t be bothered to wait for Purity to get ready. He headed towards the front desk of the Pokemon Center requesting directing to James Yeoman?s house. After receiving some he headed out into Oldale Town yet again. Up to the north of it, near Route 103 there was a large house. Like Professor Birch?s lab there was a field out in the back. Micky stepped forward to knock at the door. After about twenty seconds he tried again but to no avail. On the third try he noticed the door was open. He entered assuming James would encourage that, after all his door was opened.

?Hello?.Anyone here??? Micky spoke loudly, his voice echoing throughout the house. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder, catching him by surprise making him jump in surprise.

?Who are you?? A soft, hostile male voice spoke. Micky saw an old man, at least sixty. He was bald on top but had a large, long, white beard. He wore a brown shirt and dark brown jeans.

?Hi, I?m Michael Hardy, Birch said you might have a Pokemon for me?? Micky said nervously staring at a rake in the man?s hand.

?Professor Birch sent you?? The small tone of hostility went from his voice and he encouraged Micky to come with him. He led him to the field out back. Micky looked around to see many Pokemon. There were several far in the distance who he couldn?t identify, close up was a large Pokemon, it?s body like that of a human yet it looked somehow related to a chicken. It?s body was red, in different shades, except at its head where it had a long blonde main like that of human hair. ?Admiring my blazey?? the man asked seeing Micky staring at it.

?Uh, yeah sorry.? Micky continued to follow him until they came by a horse like Pokemon. It?s fur was cr?me, however its tail looked to be made of fire. It?s mane, it had flames around its hooves and the cutest black eyes Micky had ever seen. ?Is that my Pokemon?? Micky said pointing towards the large Pony.

?If you want it, it?s known as Ponyta. Did Birch give you a Pokedex?? Micky wasn?t sure what this guy was on about. ?I take it from your blank look he didn?t. A Pokedex compiles information on all Pokemon. You can check on what moves a Pokemon knows by pointing it at its brain where it scans it. The Pokedex is a very hi-tech device.? Micky stared blankly, not sure what to say.

?Uh, cool.?

?It?s essential for all trainers. Here come with me, I?ll give you one.? After a few minutes Micky was testing out his new Pokedex on the creature known as Ponyta. The Pokedex appeared to be a red book which opened up to be a screen revealing the information on the Pokemon it was used on.

Ponyta - The Fire Horse Pokemon. Although the fur on Ponyta?s body appear to be on fire they are actually not, however they can be made to harm the bodies of those touching it when Ponyta decides it wants to so beware when touching them.

The Pokedex spoke in a stale robotic voice.

Micky directed the Pokedex towards Ponyta?s head, assuming that?s where it?s brain was and watched the Pokedex load information seeing a ?Loading information? message.

This Pokemon knows: Ember, Quick Attack, Agility.

?Is that all?? Micky asked confused finding it to be unusual for a Pokemon to know so little.

?I?m afraid so? James said. ?You see, three months ago, a Rapidash I was in care of laid an egg. I kept it until it hatched one moth ago, so you see she?s a rather young Pokemon.? Micky nodded. ?So, do you want this Pokemon??

?Of course? Micky said happily. The man disappeared into his house, and returned quickly with a Pokeball in his hand. He held it out to Micky who quickly took it.

?Thanks a lot, really? Micky said a tear of joy almost escaping his eye?s. He encouraged his Ponyta to follow which she did chasing after him. It was shorter than him and looked smaller but that just added to it?s cutely looks. It followed Micky out of the field and to a Pokemon Center. Micky withdrew his newly received Ponyta and walked up to the counter.

The Pokemart was like a normal shop. All the items were held on shelves. There was a desk where the store clerk sat. Micky looked around the store for Pokeballs. He picked up a Pokeball belt for holding them around his waist as well as picking up five Pokeballs, two antidotes which were held in dark yellow cubical flasks, six Potions, held in pink bottle?s, and a paralysis heal, held in a light yellow flask of the same design as the antidotes. He brought them to the front desk. It cost him a total of ninety dollars. He left the building, items stuffed into his black backpack. He headed back towards Route 103, knowing from the Pokemon Center map that it led to Rustboro City, although he?d probably have to run to reach there by the end of the day.

Reaching Route 103 he saw a large trail leading into what appeared to be a forest. The trail seemed to turn out of the distance and Micky could tell this would be no easy trip. He released Ponyta out it?s Pokeball. ?Heya girl. Do ya think your strong enough to carry me to Rustboro?? The little Pony looked at Micky for a moment, guessing how much he weighed before shaking her head. ?Eh, guess that?s alright, you?re a tiny lil thing.? The Pokemon charged on ahead into the woods. ?Hey wait up!? Micky chased after her, clearly being out ran. Eventually Micky caught up seeing the Pokemon staring at something. There was a small worm like creature crawling along the ground. It was a tanned brown colour with several body segments. It possessed a large red nose, the same colour as the feelers below its body. On its head was a stinger and one of similar size was on its tail. Micky pulled out his Pokedex to investigate this creature.

Weedle - The Worm Pokemon. Although it appears to be small, the pin on its head can secrete deadly poison into the blood stream. It?s tail can fire sticky string which slows its foe down to its slow speed.

?Fine, Ponyta, use Ember.? With that the fire horse took in a deep breath and breathed three fire balls towards the tiny worm. The creature was buried amongst flames and when the flames cleared up the creature was lying on its back unconscious. ?Well that was easy.? Micky pulled a Pokeball from his black belt and threw it towards the worm like creature. The ball hit the Weedle and bounced off about a foot away before opening and sucking in the creature. The ball didn?t shake, instead it just clicked shut sparking off a yellow buzz. ?Maybe this wasn?t such a great catch?? Micky spoke towards his Ponyta. ?I wander what I should name it.? Micky thought for a moment and then realised something. ?I haven?t even nicknamed you yet.? Ponyta looked at him as if to say ?Well duh?. ?Hmm, Strider sound ok to you? Micky said thinking off the top of his head. Ponyta nodded but gave a not bothered look. ?Well, anyways, back to naming my Weedle.?

?Don?t bother, Weedle sucks.? A kid?s voice came from behind him. Micky turned to see a kid of at least fifteen standing behind him. He was shorter than Micky. His hair was short raven black, he had an evil looking smirk. He wore a navy blue shirt and light blue jeans. He had two Pokeballs on his belt. ?So, a two on two sound ok to you??

?**** no, one of my Pokemon are unconscious!? Micky shouted.

?Well revive him.? The kid through a triangular bottle at Micky who caught it in his hands. Releasing his Weedle he placed the revive in its mouth. The creature opened its eyes and aimed its stinger at Micky.

?Yo dude, don?t try it, I caught you fair and square, you?re my Pokemon now.? The creature seemed to understand.

?Go Poochyena? the boy cried throwing a Pokeball to the ground. A dog like Pokemon appeared. It had a grey fur all over its body except around its mouth, neck and feet where it was a very dark grey, almost black. It?s eyes were yellow and it?s nose red.

?Pooch? It growled loudly. Micky pointed Weedle towards the dog. The Pokemon slowly made its way towards the dog who was growling at the little bug.

?Ok Weedle, use silver wind.? The bug looked back at him as if say ?You expect me to know that.? ?Erm? Micky looked embarrassed and pulled out his Pokedex pointing it towards the Weedle. In this time the Kid had ordered his dog to tackle it. Micky?s bug went flying across the forest into a large willow tree. The Pokedex lost its connection with Weedle?s brain and disconnected. Micky had no clue what to do. This Pokemon wasn?t fully rested, it was injured by Ponyta previously and was clearly hurt now. He withdrew Weedle, sighing as he did, disappointed in the weakness of the Pokemon. ?**** it then, Strider go.? Ponyta took a moment to realise he meant her and then she dashed off in front of the tiny dog which stood at about a quarter of the pony?s size.

?Bite it Poochyena.? The dog bit at the legs of the pony but leg go immediately. It caught fire from biting the flame fur. ?Poochyena?? Micky smiled while the kid?s evil grin disappeared into a look of worry.

?Come on Strider, take advantage of this, hit it with an Ember.? Ponyta drew in breath before releasing five fireballs at the Dog. It rolled around writing in pain before being reabsorbed into its ball, it was mercy for the dog.

?Ok you got off easy there but you aint getting off easy now, Treecko go.? A tiny gecko like Pokemon appeared standing on its two feet. It had giant yellow eyes with black striped for pupils. Its stomach was orange and it bore a dark green tail about the size of its body.

?Treecko!!!!!? it screeched.

?That?s it Treecko, use quick attack.? The Pokemon charged towards Ponyta head first.

?Use agility and run it out of energy!? Micky screamed. Treecko chased Ponyta through the woods out of view of Micky and his opponent. ?So, who are you?? Micky asked looking towards to his opponent.

?I?m Shane, well most know me as Shaneo? the kid replied. ?You??

?I?m Michael, mostly called Micky.? With that Ponyta came charging out of the woods in front of them. Treecko followed behind breathing heavily. ?Nicely done Ponyta, now blast it with an Ember.? Ponyta drew in breath for several seconds before releasing an amazing eight fire balls followed by charging the burning Pokemon into a tree. Shane withdrew his clearly unconscious Treecko who?s eyes were swirled.

?Well, uh, well done, I guess. But I?ll catch up to you Micky some time, you can bet on that.? Shane ran off back towards Oldale town whilst Micky stroked his Ponyta on his fiery mane.

?Well done Strider.? Micky congratulated his pony. ?Oh, by the way, thought of a name for that Weedle. Rough.? Ponyta gave him a strange look as if to say ?Ok explain now.? ?Well think about it, its been treated rough for the past few minutes.? Ponyta just shook her head as if to say, ?your choice?. With that Micky and Ponyta ran off down the path that Micky believed led to Rustboro.

?And if the wind blows east, would you follow me. And if the wind blows north. would ya stay your course. And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess. And if it blows to the south, would you count me out. And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine. And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away. Would you say I do, if I say I'll be, And walk this road through life with me.? - Kid Rock, Lonely Road of Faith

Author Notes: Well Purity, Peter and Shane are gonna have much bigger roles to play later on. That?s about it. I?m aware this chapter was kinda sucky, but its sorta crucial thing

 

[Onimusha]

Chapter 4: The Lost Town of Harville; The Route to Rustoboro

?Die by my hand, I creep across the land, Killing all of man.? - Metallica, Creeping Death (Edited slightly by me).

Micky was running through the night. He could see very little, his fire horse had long since fell asleep and remained in Micky?s Pokeball. Micky turned on his laptop, uploading a map of the Hoenn region. ?Harville?? Micky noticed within the dense forests on the road to Rustboro was a tiny town known as Harville. Micky switched on his cell phone uploading a navigation feature, checking if he was heading north. He was going north east so Micky changed his course slightly to head north for the town known as Harville and charged forward. His black jacket was zipped up, keeping his body warm where the layer of thin net was. He could still taste the cold on his face, his mouth tasted of sweat, he hadn?t drunk in hours since he and his Ponyta, ?Strider?, had finished off his last bottle of coke. Micky could see very little, the sky gave off a dark, creepy, blue glow which barely lit up the forest enough for Micky to see any further than three feet ahead. He?d been charging through the forest for several hours, several cuts and scratches leaked blood from his face and hands.

?Crap!? Micky shouted loudly awakening several bird who let out several chirps to each other, warning themselves of the human who trod through their territory. Micky had tripped face first to the ground, mud sinking into his small cuts. Wiping the mud out of his face Micky charged ever forward hoping to reach Harville. The map indicated it should be only a few more minutes until he could see it, and fortunately it was right. Micky charged forth seeing light glimmering in the distance like a lighthouse in the ocean. Micky charged forward to see what appeared to be a bomb site. Rubble that looked several years old lay on the grounds. Few houses stood, many appeared to be abandoned all except one which was the beacon that Micky was looking for.

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Kerri braced herself for the huge beam of light that was about to destroy her. Her eyes gripped tightly, eyelid clenching eyelid. Several seconds later she opened her eyes. The creature was flying up into the air until it reached ceiling. From there it dived head first into the lake behind her.

The creature didn?t swim, it burrowed through the water, its serpent like body fitting perfectly through the tunnel back down to the bottom before heading up through the entrance way. It swam upwards again through one of the eight possible tunnels. Of the eight tunnels al but two were dead ends designed to drown hunters of the beast. One led to its lair and one led to the top of the Sky Pillar. The creature knew where it was going and charged up, eventually breaking through the surface of the water and flying through the large pit that Kerri and her mother had climbed down before. The creature had made it through in no time. It flew through to the air above gazing over the Ancient Mountains where the Sky Pillar had been hidden for years, very few people knew its whereabouts and of those Rage was the only who was known to tell people. A top the sky pillar, standing hidden under the staircase ceiling was the cloaked man Rage, gazing at the majestic beauty of this devastating creature. The hole above the deep pit leading to its lair brought light, although the blind man could not see it, he sensed it. ?Did you spare them? Rayquaza?.? Rage asked the beast in his deep bellowing voice. The creature fired breathes of flames into the air, he was about to unleash himself onto the world yet again.

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Micky stumbled up to the house that had lit the way for Micky. He was out of breath panting, leaning on his knee?s. His physical fitness was no match for what he?d been doing for the most part of the day. Micky rang a bell to his left. It was nice to be able to see stuff yet again. The door opened, light beaming out of the house to Micky?s fast, momentarily blinding him. He could make out the figure of an old man. ?Can I help you young man?? he asked. Micky was reminded of James by this person. The beard was similar however this man possessed a grey beard, complete with moustache, grey hair on his head and many more wrinkles. Still, at this point Micky wasn?t bothered, it was nice to encounter human life.

?Yeah?.Isn?t? Micky panted these words and had to catch his breathe again to complete his sentence. ?Uh, isn?t there a Pokemon Center in this place??

?Ah, a trainer. You better come in, you look to be in bad condition.? Micky panted some more before replying a thank you. The house was tiny, a hall way leading to a living room containing a couple of sofa?s, some colourful plants, a green rug and a television. The TV was set to news. Micky ignored the most part of it but he heard something about a ?Captain Stern, discoverer of Latianne is believed to be searching for the mystery of the Sky Pillar.? The word Latianne caught Micky?s attention, but not for too long as the man came into the room. ?So, where have you travelled from?? the man asked.

?I bin travelling all day from Oldale.? The man?s eyebrow rose in shock.

?You must be in very good shape then, it?s a good few hour drive to reach here from Oldale, at least thirty odd miles of dense forest. That route is very difficult to drive through, since so few people use it. Only those in desperate need to get to Oldale fast.? Micky took this as a compliment and brought a small smile up. ?So, you were looking for a Pokemon Center.?

?Yeah? Micky puffed still catching all of his breathe.

The man laughed. ?There hasn?t been a Pokemon Center here for at least fourteen years. Not since the disaster.? This caught Micky?s attention, a disaster?

?What disaster?? Micky asked, curiosity controlling him.

?Never mind, its in the past, well, I have a spare bedroom, you can sleep there, tomorrow I?ll give you a lift to Rustboro City. It?s not good for a young one to over exercise.? The man led Micky down the hallway to a room with a white bed laid down in front of him. ?I?ll prepare a dinner for you, I?m sure you want to have a bath.? The man beckoned Micky towards him whilst Micky dumped his bag on the bed. The room next to Micky?s room led to a bathroom. ?There are towels there? the man pointed to a shelf to Micky?s left holding several white towels. ?Any preference on food, I could make you a roast chicken meal with potatoes and vegetables, or spaghetti, its up to you.?

?The chicken meal will be fine thank you? Micky said gratefully. He was starved but he was desperate to clean himself as well. The man walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Micky locked the door and began to run a bath, using lavender bubble bath liquid.

The steam rose from the white bath surrounded majestically by wood as if it were a hot spring. Micky laid down in the bed, the warm water cleaning his every pore. It relaxed his entire body, he forgot about the shooting pains in his legs and back. As he was relaxed his thought drifted off as though it were elsewhere. He could see images in his head. He saw himself riding what looked to be a larger version of his Ponyta. Latianne was in the background flying by their side.

Micky awoke from his sleep, hearing a knock at the bathroom door. ?Are you ok?? The man asked.

?Huh, oh yeah, almost done.?

?Ok, well your food is ready.? Micky washed his hair, clearing out the mud, he could still feel the stitches in his head, wondering when he would be rid of them. He went to his room, dressing in Black Trousers and a Black shirt with a red dragon drawn onto it like that of a tattoo. He tied his hair back in a Ponytail, soaking out the last drips of water onto the towel that lay below him before entering the room. Food I this age was all processed to resemble that of former foods. It was in fact healthier than original foods. What Micky was eating was in originally made from a Combusken Pokemon combined with vegetables. With the new system of food processing created at least two-thousand years ago, not only did the planets vegetation grow freely, except when it interfered with people?s lives, it also made Pokemon plentiful and over time has constructed the bond between Pokemon a humans.

?So, I never caught your name? the man said, asking Micky his name.

?I?m Micky, you?? Micky asked after swallowing the food in his mouth.

?I?m Martin Charston. But just call me Marty.? The old man replied and stuck out his hand for Mick to shake. He was also eating the same food as Micky whilst watching the television. Micky and Marty discussed all sorts of Pokemon related subjects, but when Micky asked what the disaster was Marty went silent before changing the subject. Micky took the hint and didn?t ask again, knowing he was at risk of losing his room in the house and his free ride to Rustboro.

Eventually Micky retired to his room, sleeping comfortably, his bags and Pokemon belt by his side.

Micky awoke the next morning at about lunch time. He walked into the living room to find Mr Charston wasn?t there. He checked outside and found a few children running about outside. ?Uh, do you know where Mr Charston is?? He asked a young girl of about five. She was running about chasing several other children in some game.

?Yeah, he?s at my house.? The girl pointed towards log cabin, similar to the house he?d stayed in. All the houses here appeared to be made like that. As Micky entered he saw Marty cooking food with a women of about thirty. She had blonde hair, her face was tanned.

?Ah Micky, I suppose you want a lift to Rustboro City, just give me a second to get the food ready to take there. We sell food in Rustboro that we prepare specially with home grown spices. People love it.?

?Here try some? The Lady said to Micky handing him a chip.

?Dam, these are great.?

An hour or so later Micky arrived in Rustboro. Marty dropped him off outside a Pokemon Center. Micky stared in amazement. It was a huge building. The walls were white with a big sign on its side saying Rustboro P.C. The roof was red, the building being at least two storey high, at least three times as wide as the one in Oldale Town, and definitely larger than the Lilycove Pokemon Center.

?If you need anything call this number.? Marty handed him a piece of paper with his number on it. ?See you around Kid, good luck with your journey.?

Micky waved goodbye then stepped into the Pokemon Center, the doors were Automatic, unlike the Oldale Center. Inside it was similar, except larger. There were more trainers, more places to sit, several computers for transporting Pokeballs and what appeared to be a trainer lounge. Micky queued up for access to the counter, several nurses took in people?s Pokemon. A women, similarly dressed to the nurse in Oldale. Her hair was a fair brown, eyes of emerald green controlled the queue Micky stood in until it was finally his turn to get his Pokemon healed.

?Hi, how long does it take for that machine to work, I don?t think my Ponyta is that badly injured but my Weedle is screwed big time.? The nurse giggled at Micky?s comment.

?I take it you don?t know how it works then??

?Nope? Micky said bluntly shaking his head.

?Well, depending on how badly injured your Pokemon is depends on how long it?ll take, if you look in your Pokedex it should give you all the info you need. Anyway, do you want me to heal them??

?Yeah? Micky said grabbing the two Pokeballs from his belt and placing them on the red counter. She took them placing them into a smaller machine.

?Your Ponyta will take half an hour but your Weedle is going to need most of the day, you may need to pick him up tomorrow.? Micky thought about it for a moment before replying.

?Well, I?ll pick up Ponyta in half an hour then, and Weedle when he?s done.?

?Very well, and you are??

?I?m Michael Hardy.?

?Uh, can I see your trainer card please.? Micky pulled his wallet out and removed his trainer card handing it to the women. She scanned it through her computer before handing it back. ?Ok then, come back in thirty minutes and your Ponyta will be ready. The nurse taped a tag to Micky?s two Pokeballs before placing them in the large machine at the back which Micky assumed was the healing machine.

Micky exited the Pokemon Center and sat on a small wall looking through his Pokedex for information on the machine. He set the Pokedex to speak, and its robotic voice explained the machine.

The Pokemon Healer - Created by William Aboideau. The Pokemon Healer, also known as Pokeheal uses the computerised matter form of a Pokemon to heal it?s injuries.

 

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By this stage Micky was already bored and closed up his Pokedex and headed out into the streets. Many cars drove through the streets, reminding Micky of Lilycove. Looking around Micky saw flyers for something called ?The Premier Ball event?. Micky was curious about this and ripped one of the flyers off of a nearby lamppost and took a read.

?The Premier Ball event, for all trainers to enter to win a fabulous prize. All entries should be handed to the Pokemon Trainer Academy by 31st June. Trainers are only allowed to use one Pokemon for a set of elimination battles to determine the winner.?

Underneath was a submission form which had the address of the Pokemon Academy. Micky rushed back to the Pokemon Center and obtained a pen, filling in the form for the event which was to take place in one week. He filled in all the information before walking down to the academy.

The Trainer Academy was a large three storey building. It was secluded on the inside of a park. Several Pokemon and their trainers wondered around the parks greens. The initial building itself was a dark brown with windows everywhere. The front door was a huge mahogany door, standing at least ten feet tall and fifteen feet wide, splitting into double doors. Micky rang a door bell which emitted a huge ringing throughout Micky?s entire body. About half a minute later a women answered the door. She stood at similar size to Micky. Her hair was a light black or a very dark brown. She had her hair tied with a red bow into to bunches at the back whilst it let two long stretches of hair dangle down her back. She wore a pale blue jumper which covered her entire upper body aside from her neck and head. There was a small drape of silk tied around her neck that lay over her jumper. She wore a black mini skirt and pink tights underneath. Her eyes were a unique red brown colour. She smiled. ?Can I help you?? she asked.

?Um, is this where I leave my submissions for the Premier Ball competition?? Micky replied his entry in his hand.

?Yes it is, follow me? the women said leading Micky through the doors. Micky gazed at the hallways. Staring at either end. They were shimmering marble floors of a light grey. As Micky walked down the hallway following the women. On either side were rooms with windows giving Micky a chance to peer in on what was happening in each room. They were classes. Each of about twenty being instructed by a tutor at the front. Eventually Micky was led into a room. It appeared to be some form of Principal?s office.

?May I see your trainer card? the women asked. Micky proceeded to take out his card. The women checked the information on his entry form and his trainer card before handing it back. ?OK, everything seems fine here.? She placed the entry in a pile of what appeared to be other entries. ?Come back on the thirty first to compete and best of luck. I can tell by your card your not extremely experienced which is ok since you?ll be competing with students from the school and any pre-badge entrants.? The women led Micky out of the room and towards the door.

The half hour had passed and Micky returned to the Pokemon Center retrieving his Ponyta. With that Micky set off into the city. The city was large and bustling, just like Lilycove. Skyscrapers of similar size shaded the streets while people pushed shoved through the streets. Micky made his way to a bench and pulled out his cell phone and dialled the number of Mr Charston. It rang a few times before he answered.

?Hello??

?Hey Marty, it?s Micky, whereabouts are ya?? Micky said loudly down the phone trying to cover the sounds of the city.

On the other end of the phone stood Marty. He was standing by a large stool, frying the chicken similar to the kind Micky had tasted earlier. ?Oh Micky, how you enjoying Rustboro??

?It?s ok, whereabouts are you??

?Well, if you look for the Devon Corp building. I?m outside selling fried chicken.?

?Ok, I?ll be there soon? Micky said closing his cell phone to cancel the connection. ?Now where the **** is the Devon building?? Micky shouted shoving his cell phone into his pocket.

?I believe the Devon Corporation Skyscraper is on thirty third street? a bypassing man said. He was wearing blue jeans and a blue and white horizontally striped shirt. He was wearing a blue bandana over his head. He had brown eyebrows and grey eyes. Micky noticed three Pokeballs around his waist belt.

?Thanks? Micky said pulling out his laptop to pull up a map of Rustboro.

About twenty minutes later Micky arrived at the building, seeing Marty?s food stand. Marty waved, flagging Micky over who waved back and made a half run to his stand. ?How?s business going Marty??

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A half hour later Marty had sold all the food Micky and him sat talking. ?Marty, when you said something about a disaster, what did you mean?? Marty?s face turned cold. He started describing it to Micky, lost in thought as he done it.

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Marty was driving home. Route 103 was lush in vegetation. Nidoran ran across the sandy trail leading to Harville. They were tiny little creatures. They had skin like that of a reptiles yet their bodies were shaped like that of a rabbit. The males were purple with darker purple dots, each bearing two ears standing at tension, the insides were green and their teeth bucked. The females were a light turquoise. It had darker turquoise identity dots on its reptilian like skin. The insides of there ears were the same colour. There eyes pure blood red, their teeth bucked like the males.

From the sky a large shadow bore down, heading over Oldale and down Route 103. Pokemon ran back into their forest homes. They knew what this creature was, but the people of Harville just stared up in astonishment. The creature was the same beast that Kerri saw. Some people on the ground below screamed and tried to take cover in their homes, others just stood there frozen in fear. Marty froze in fear staring at this great creature from about a mile away. Rayquaza drew in breath, it stared coldly at the people below before bearing flames upon the town. Buildings crumbled under the sheer pressure of his flames. Bodies burnt, people in flames rolled around the ground frantically, their bodies a mere black shadow underneath the flames which danced around their dying corpses.

The creature dropped down to the ground, crushing several people below its giant, slender body. It sat up, standing about ten feet in the air, using the other half of its body as support. Some people ran from it, other were frozen to the spot. Rayquaza pulled out his arms. Although they appeared tiny compared to its body, they were like that of a humans. Attached to these arms were three claws a piece. Each claw the size of a sword but twice as sharp. Rayquaza started slashing at the people in front of it. Some frozen in fear were decapitated in one blow, others who tried to avoid it suffered lost limbs before finally suffering a deadly stab from a claw. Rayquaza tore through the people of Harville with ease. It swung its tail smashing down any buildings in its way. Some who tried to drive away suffered the huge beam of light that Kerri?s mother received, at with that the cars exploded. It was a merciful death for those inside, compared to the slow torment those who failed to die swiftly endured.

Martin gazed at the horrific slaughter from afar. He couldn?t make out much of it but the screams were heard all over Hoenn. Martin could see buildings crumbling, cars flying through the air through the sheer strength of the beast. In front of him, no more than three hundred metres away from him was a women and her child. She was running with her child, no older than five, gripped to her shoulder, tears running out of his eyes. The women was running for her life and Martin knew he had to do something. Driving forward, he tried to get close, slinging the passenger door open. He was no further than twenty metres away until the creature landed in front of them. It bore its teeth at the women. The child cried for its life, his mother knew she was dead. She made a feeble attempt to back away but was stopped in her tracks by the menacing eyes of the creature. The child on the other hand ran as fast as he could. Rayquaza opened its mouth wide, it lounged its body forward, its mouth covered the women?s entire body before it tossed its head back up, seemingly swallowing the women whole. Martin saw its body shake as the women?s body fell through, she was clearly still alive, her screams were heard each time the creature opened its mouth. Rayquaza slithered forward, stalking its next victim. The child. Martin was frozen, he couldn?t move, he wanted to be sick. He stamped his foot hard on the gas pedal, driving forward at a fast pace, but he was too slow. Rayquaza, using one of it?s sword-like claws decapitated the child before slicing the rest of its body to pieces. The organs of the child lay soaked in blood on the sandy trail.

Rayquaza flew up, and turned his attention towards Martin. His yellow eyes beamed at him, staring a hole through his body. He growled viciously, making the car vibrate. Martin expected to be destroyed in one swift blow. Rayquaza didn?t reach his expectations. Instead, Rayquaza flew up high into the air, as though it was heading towards the atmosphere. Martin couldn?t believe his luck. Although in his mind he wasn?t sure if it was luck at all. Almost everyone he knew had been destroyed. With that though he threw up all over his steering wheel and the front window of his car.

****

Micky was frozen in thought. The destruction that Marty had described ran through his mind. He could visualise the corpses laying all over Harville like a battlefield, blood everywhere, buildings crumbled under flames. ?Dude, I?m, I?m sorry?? Micky wasn?t sure how to speak, he was shocked that this man wasn?t traumatised like his sister.

?It isn?t your fault Micky.? Martin sighed. ?It isn?t your fault? he repeated patting Micky on the shoulder. ?Anyways, your welcome to stay at mine a few more nights if you want, its not a particularly long drive from Harville to Rustboro.?

?Thanks.?

****

Kerri crawled to her feet. She picked up her mothers body. It was stiff, but it was lighter than before. The loss of some of her stomach seemed to have made a difference, although Kerri couldn?t tell. She picked up her mothers body and walked towards Rayquaza?s lair, which was currently empty. Inside was a large room, lit by candles by the walls. Each let out an eerie glow throughout the room. Kerri saw a staircase leading out the back. It was thin, only suited for one person. Kerri, mother in her arms climbed the stairs, tears slowly making their way down her cheek, dripping onto her mothers corpse.

Eventually, after hours of climbing the staircase, Kerri was led to a dead end. She dropped to her knee?s, placing her mother down onto a step. She slumped back and cry, placing her head into her arms. There were lights lined on the staircase, candles giving out a similar eerie glow. They appeared to have been where they were for centuries. Wiping a tear from her eye Kerri looked up. There was an arrow pointing towards the dead end with similar dots to the entrance way inscribed on it. Kerri noticed the dots on the door as well and ran over, rubbing her hands over the dots. She could feel it forming words in her head, she recognised being taught it at school. It was Braille. She started making sense of it.

Your escape is what you seek,
Although your chances look bleak,
Too your left is freedom is yours,
See if you can open doors?.

Kerri looked to her left. There was a candle, she looked closer. As she did she gripped the handle, nudging it slightly. The staircase started rocking, light poured into the staircase. Kerri could feel the rays hit her face, then her tears froze. A chill went over Kerri?s body like a blanket of ice. The cold froze her face, she could taste it on her lips. Kerri ignored this factor and carried her mothers body outside. She was atop a mountain. She could see for miles. It was the highest mountain in the legendary range, where the Sky Pillar was hidden. The stone door closed behind Kerri with a hard thud and Kerri was subjected to the cold, alone.

She survived atop the mountain for two weeks, surviving on the snow melting in her mouth and the Aspear berries which were the only known berry to survive in cold weather like that. Before being found by a mountain ranger. At first a Fearow found her. A large bird. Its feathers were brown trimmed with cr?me, it had a long, sleek, yellow beak, and a light red mane on its head, with same coloured feet. Afterwards the ranger came atop the Fearow. When Kerri tried to thank him, she couldn?t. At first she thought her lips were frozen solid. The she realised, she couldn?t speak. She opened her mouth trying speak but she couldn?t. She knew the words, but they wouldn?t come out.

After fourteen years she had given up. The doctors tried all sorts of therapy, but eventually they came to the conclusion that she was too traumatised to speak and they locked her up in the Mossdeep Sanatorium.

****

Micky lay in the spare room of his new friend Martin. He was half asleep, although he could still hear the sounds of the outdoors. He heard chirps, rustle?s and even what appeared to be laughter. But then he heard a shrill cry. Micky shot up from his bed. He thought he was hearing things but then he heard it again.

?FREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? Micky slung himself to the window, sliding the curtains out of the way. He could see very little, there was a navy blue glow given out by the stars from above, but aside from that nothing. Micky couldn?t see where the cry came from but he knew it was real.

?I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you? - Evanescence, Taking over me.

Ok, this chapter official sucks *** IMO, I hope fore my sake you guys think differently. I think I made this just about readable by adding mass murder and the Kerri explanation makes it an important chap.

 

[SwampertLover]

this is really good! post more!

 

[Onimusha]

Oh my god, I got a reader, yay

Chapter 5: Cry of the Free

?Hope, there's a reason, For questions unanswered I just don't see everything? - Drowning Pool, Tear Away.

Micky grabbed his Pokeball belt, not even bothering to tie it around his waist. He didn?t bother to get dressed, he was worried about what was going on outside. It was only until he opened the door that he realised he?d forgotten to clothe himself. He considered running back to his room to get clothed but then he heard the scream again.

?FREE!!!!?

With that Micky charged outside. The air wasn?t to cold, but in between the wind and his lack of clothes Micky felt the cold cling to his body. Micky couldn?t see much, nothing further than ten feet away was his limit. ?Strider Go!? Micky screamed grabbing one of his Pokeballs from his belt. It slammed to the ground unleashing a huge red glow, taking shape into his fire horse. The glow Ponyta gave lit up the area around him. ?Strider head towards that cry.? Ponyta looked back up at Micky completely oblivious to the fact that she had been nicknamed by Micky. ?Strider?? With that Ponyta realised she had been nicknamed but continued to stare at Micky until she heard the cry as well. With that she charged towards the forest. ?****, I really wish I?d got dressed? Micky said looking at the forest thinking about how many cuts he was going to get.

Charging after his Ponyta Micky ran through the forest. His feet in pain from stepping on sticks and stones, his legs and arms were also scratched, making his skin more sensitive to the cold air. Ponyta was quite a way ahead of Micky but in the dark she stood out clearly. Eventually Micky was out of the forest, now charging on open fields. Ahead of him he could see his Ponyta had stopped. Micky, eventually caught up. His Ponyta stared at the ground. With that Micky looked down himself. On the ground lay a butterfly shaped Pokemon. Its body was a lavender purple, with tiny shoe like feet of cyan. It had tiny little cyan hands and a cyan nose. Its eyes were huge on its head and were a rose red. It had purple antennas sticking out of its head. Its wings were large, they were white and patterned with a very dark lavender, trimmed around the edges as black. ?Free!? it cried lightly. Micky picked up the creature. He noticed its back was scarred with charred black marks. He placed the little creature on his Ponyta?s back. ?Strider, take it back to the cabin? Micky said lightly. With that Strider charged back through the forest, Micky following shortly after.

Back at the cabin Micky had awoken Marty. ?I dunno whats wrong with it, it calls itself free or soming.?

?It?s a Butterfree, it?s bin badly burned? Marty said calmly looking at the Butterfree which lay on his table underneath a clothe.

?Well, what da we do?? Micky said frantically fearing the creatures life.

?Come on we?ll drive it to Rustboro Pokemon Center. They?ll know what to do.?

?Well lets go then? Micky said.

?Um, clothes?? Marty said sarcastically looking at Micky who was shivering.

?Huh, oh right.? With that Micky rushed to his room, slinging on a pair of black trousers, striped with yellow, and a red shirt. He didn?t bother to co-ordinate his clothing.

An hour later Micky and Marty arrived outside the Rustboro Pokemon Center. Micky with the Butterfree in his arms charged into it hitting his arms on the automatic doors which didn?t open in time. Micky rushed to the counter, placing the Butterfree on the counter. ?This Butterfree?s bin badly burned, and it stopped saying stuff on the journey here, I think its in a coma or soming? Micky said frantically to the nurse in front of him.

?You should know to place it in it?s Pokeball when it gets that badly injured? the nurse replied calmly, starting up the Pokeheal behind her.

?It?s not my Pokemon, I found it outside, it was crying out free and stuff? Micky said rubbing the creatures head trying to bring it awake.

?Well, we can?t treat it unless it?s in a Pokeball? the nurse replied looking at Micky. He realised he had to use one of his Pokeballs and immediately grabbed one from his belt tapping it onto the butterfly. Butterfree was absorbed into the ball and didn?t even try to escape the Pokeball.

?Here? Micky said handing the Pokeball to the nurse. She took it, placing a label on it saying Butterfree, knowing there wasn?t time to waste getting the trainers name and information. She placed it in the Pokeheal and looked at the machines summary of the Butterfly.

?It should be fine, it?ll take three days for it to fully heal but you brought it here just in time.? With that Micky sighed in relief. ?Um, can I take down your trainer information please? the nurse asked, now calmer knowing that the creature would be fine.

?Uh, yeah? Micky said bringing out his trainer card. The nurse swiped it through a computer to her left and it brought up all the necessary information. ?Ok, I see you have a Weedle being stored here as well, is that right?? Micky thought for a moment before realising he had a Weedle.

?Yeah, is he done yet?? Micky asked, awaiting his bugs return to his team.

?Yes he is, let me get him for you.? The nurse headed into a room next to the Pokeheal and returned in several moments with a Pokeball in her hand. ?Here he is, as good as new? the nurse said smiling.

?Thanks, I?ll come back in a few days to pick up that Butterfree.? With that Micky walked out of the Pokemon Center, slowing down at the doors to allow them to open.

On Marty and Micky?s return home Micky slumped himself onto his bed immediately, falling asleep with ease.

Awaking thirteen hours later Micky rolled off of the bed. Rubbing his eyes he walked out of the house, still dressed in the clothes he wore he previous night. He looked around Harville. He know knew the reason for the piles of rubble. They were placed atop the land the victims of the disaster were buried as monuments to them. There were four rubble piles, each marking the corners of the town. Looking around Micky saw no sign of Marty?s car. He saw very few people. Guessing most were in Rustboro. ?Well, I may as well get some training done? Micky said mumbling to himself. With that he unleashed his two Pokemon, Weedle and Ponyta. He pulled out his Pokedex and aimed it towards his Weedle?s head.

This Weedle knows: Poison Sting, String Shot.

?That all? Rough you know like nothing? Micky said speaking to his bug. His Weedle seemed offended by Micky?s comment. ?Ok, Rough, you know this area, show us some good training spots.? Weedle started to crawl along the ground on its tiny red feet down to Route 103, heading towards Oldale town. Micky followed and about twenty minutes later they encountered a wild Pokemon. It was a caterpillar. It had green skin with a cr?me underneath. It had black eyes with yellow around its eyes. It had a red feeler at the top of its head, it was one sticking on its head splitting into two as it went above its head.

?Well, its an opponent, Weedle, use Poison String.? With that the little bug rammed the sharp point on its head at the green caterpillar. The caterpillar retaliated by charging its head at Weedle but as it went the sting on Weedle?s tail moved into its way, this time it clearly injected a purple ooze into the creature who fled soon after.

Most of the day was spent training against wild Pokemon, Micky?s Ponyta learned a move called Take Down which involved Ponyta throwing its body at the opponent trying to crush them under its weight. Returning from Route 103, reasonably successfully Micky finally saw people again. They were all in a crowd around two people. It appeared to be a trainer battle.

?Magnemite use Thundershock? A boy cried. He wore blue tattered jeans and a grey shirt with a yellow lightning image on the front. His hair appeared to be short since he wore a light blue cap which appeared to show signs of hair. In front of him, floating in the air was a ball, appearing to be made of steel. It had one giant eye on its front. On its head was what appeared to a screw which stuck out of its head. Similar objects were beneath its eye, sticking outwards. On its sides were two magnets. On its right was a magnet of black, its upper end a blue and its lower a red, indicating the north and south poles of the magnet. On the opposite side was another magnet of black, its upper end red and its lower blue. The Pokemon responded to its trainer?s orders by charging up electricity on its Magnets, launching it towards its opponent.

Its opponent was a duck like bird. It had cr?me brown feathers with a cr?me breast. Its beak was a giant yellow bill, its feet were three webbed toes. In its wings it held a what appeared to be a leek. ?Farfetch?d, use agility, get out of the way? it?s trainer cried. She was about the same height as Micky. She had blonde hair tied in a bunch. She had black leather heeled boots, around her legs she wore bleached jeans leading up to a light blue top with a sun flower sketch print on it and a bleached jean fabric jacket. Her eyes were an emerald green, they shimmered the reflection of the battle. On her shoulder was a yellow mouse. It had a tail almost the size of its body shaped in a lightning bolt. All of the fur on its body was yellow except on its back were several brown fur stripes. Its ears stood at attention, at the end lined with black. Its eyes were tiny and black, reflecting the battle like what appeared to be its trainer. It had two rosy red circular patches on its cheeks.

The electricity charged in the magnets of Magnemite?s formed one giant charge consuming the entire body of the steel ball. In a moment the charge of electricity fired as a giant jolt towards the duck billed Farfetch?d. Farfetch?d moved out of the way just in time allowing the bolt of electricity to hit the ground, charring some of the grass below. ?Now Farfetch?d boost your strength and do a Sword Dance.? With that the bird placed its leek into its bill and spun. What appeared to be miniature knives started flowing around its head.

?Come on Magnemite stop him now!? The male trainer shouted. ?Use Thundershock!? Magnemite done what he did previously, charging the electricity from its magnets aiming it towards the seemingly dancing bird. ?Farfetch?d!? The female trainer called to her bird. ?Dodge it and hit it with a leek slash.? Removing the leak from its bill and holding it in its wing it flew past the Magnemite, hitting it with the leek as it passed. Magnemite appeared to lose its focus as it was hit and the charges on its magnets seemingly stopped. It rolled backwards, remaining floating on its same level as though it were the ground for this strange creature. ?Magnemite, emit Metal Sound!? The male trainer covered his ears as the steel creature made the sound of a cat scratching a blackboard. Everyone else covered their ears after a second of the sound. Micky felt like his head was going to explode, his body feeling limp as his spine felt like it was melting.

 

[Onimusha]

?Now, Thundershock? the male trainer shouted. The female failed to notice this until the magnets started charging.

?Quick Farfetch?d move? but by the time she completed her sentence the bolt of electricity crashed into her bird. Farfetch?d writhed in pain, its eyes clenched shut trying to endure the pain, it?s feathers turning black until it was finally released from its electric torture, collapsing from the air to the ground with a hard thud, sand lifting into the air, coating the fur of the bird. The leek laying above its head. With that the trainer pulled out her Pokeball absorbing the bird in a red glow. She picked up the leak from the ground and placed it into her bag. ?Well done? she said lightly, showing her disappointment and with that she headed off towards Rustboro. People gathered around him, congratulating him on the victory.

?Hey, dude? Micky shouted over towards the trainer. ?Dude, you up for a battle?? Micky said as the crowd started to give way to him.

?Sure why not, but you sure you can handle my Pokemon?? the trainer replied in a ****y tone.

?Well we?ll see won?t we, Two on Two ok with you?? Micky replied smirking.

?Two on Two it is then? he replied throwing a Pokeball to the ground. It opened up unleashing a red glow as he flew back to his hand.

?Hey, how you do that?? Micky said oblivious to the fact there was a Pokemon right beside him. It was an orange coloured bug. It had an armoured like body, with six tiny legs and two large orange claws. It had large, beady white circular eyes with a big circle of black in the centre. It had two red mushrooms sticking out its back, each mushroom had dots of orange on it. ?Hey, don?t blank me how you do that?? Micky demanded.

?Um, the battle?? He said pointing to his Pokemon.

?Fine fine? Micky said running over a few metres from the trainer. ?Rough go? he shouted throwing a Pokeball to the ground, unleashing his worm like Pokemon before Picking it up and re-attaching it to his belt.

?You named your Pokemon Rough?? The trainer laughed.

?Yeah ha-ha, I was running low on idea?s? Micky said back. ?Ok, Rough, Poison Sting? Micky said loudly for all to hear. With that the little bug slung its body forward, its head like a spear aiming for the mushroom Pokemon I front of it.

?Paras, stun spore.? The two mushrooms on its back started to emit gases of some sort as Weedle collided with it. Rolling head first along the ground as it bounced of off the so called Paras, Rough started to show some effect from the stun spore, shaking its head as though it were trying to clear its brain. ?Ok, now scratch? the trainer shouted. With that Paras flung itself into the air, using its right claw to cut across Weedle. The little bug started to trickle what appeared to be its blood. It was a disgusting cr?me yellow, dripping out of its side. Rough started to squirm out of the way.

?Um, rough, string shot.? The little bug turned to Micky as if to ask ?Please just let me back into my Pokeball? before turning its tail towards Paras and firing out a stringy white substance from its tail towards Paras, coating its eyes, blinding it momentarily.

?Giga Drain Paras? he shouted. Paras started to flick its claw around frantically, still unable to see its target. ?Wipe your eye?s? the trainer shouted.

?Rough, Poison Sting again? Micky shouted. With that his bug threw its body towards Paras tail first, ramming its tail into the spine of Paras, right in between its Mushroom like spores releasers. Paras gave out a loud cry as the Weedle continued to jam its spike into the back of Paras. ?Inject the Poison?s? Micky shouted. His Weedle stood tail first on the Paras, its eye clenched shut.

?Paras, roll it off you? its trainer screamed frantically knowing the battle could end any time soon. Paras rolled slamming Rough head first to the ground. With that he started glowing.

?Hey, is this a new move? Micky said quickly pulling out his Pokedex and aiming it towards his bug.

This Pokemon is Evolving

?Sweet? Micky said loudly a smirk forming on his face. The bug started to spray a some form of coating from its tail onto its body. When the glow lifted Micky could see something completely different in front of him. It had grown a little bit longer, its body was a golden tan, its body shaped in separate layers until it reached a round top, its bottom in a spiked point. Its eyes were a large pure black, not even glimmering, seemingly without any form of liquid over it.

Kakuna - The Cocoon Pokemon. When a Weedle evolves it wraps itself in a silky liquid to prepare itself for its final stage of evolution. Kakuna mainly relies on its iron hard defence to survive although it can still sting its opponents with the lower part of its body.

?Um, Kakuna, Rough, whatever, use Poison Sting.? His Pokemon remained unmoving, it stayed stationary. ?Um, dude, listen?? Micky said embarrassed that his Pokemon didn?t do anything.

?Ha ha? the opposing trainer laughed. ?Paras, Slash it.? The Orange mushroom bug charged at the Cocoon, its claw poised to cut.

?Um, Rough, do the defence thingy.? With that his Cocoon shimmered a grey colour just before the Paras hit him. As the claw connected with the cocoon it snapped back, seemingly bouncing off of the defences. Paras fell back first to the ground, its left claw bleeding a green ooze. With that the Cocoon started to spray a white foamy liquid onto the mushroom bug before throwing its body, point first at the creature who was now trap under a string shot. The point jammed into the body of Paras as Kakuna stood on its opponent, who was seemingly unconscious. With that the opposing trainer pulled out his Paras?s Pokeball and as the red glow beamed from the ball converting the organic matter, it withdrew the defeated creature, leaving Micky?s Cocoon standing on its point triumphantly.

?Fine, you won that round but I?d love to see you try and beat this Pokemon. Pelipper, go!? With that he threw a Pokeball towards Kakuna, it landed just in front of Micky's newly-evolved cocoon. As the red glow cleared it formed the shape of a large bird. Most of its body was its beak, which was a large yellow bag, looking capable of placing Kakuna in its mouth. The other half of its body was white fur, except at the tips of its two long wings which had a sky blue tip of feathers, the same coloured feathers were above its head as well. ?Pelipper, use Water Gun!? With that the bird started to spray water at the Cocoon, trying to act quickly Micky shouted out to it.

?The defence thing!? Micky screamed. As it?s body solidified the water hit. The defence had no effect and Kakuna went flying across in front of Micky. Its eyes glared up at Micky, it seemed to be telling Micky its his fault for not knowing what to do. ?Um, Kakuna, get back in there and do String Shot? Micky shouted to the Pokemon laid in front of him. The large beaked Bird flew towards Kakuna.

?Hit it with Wing Attack!? As the trainer shouted Kakuna started to spray its white liquid string at the bird. It hardly covered the beak and failed to have any effect. Kakuna was hit hard with the wings of the bird right into Micky?s feet. He picked up his cocoon in his arms, its eyes were shut. Micky pulled the Pokeball from his belt and tapped the white button at the front beaming red at the cocoon, withdrawing it to its ball. As Micky returned the ball to his belt he pulled off Strider?s ball with his free hand, throwing it onto what was the battlefield for Micky and his opponent.

Out of the red glow came Micky?s fire horse Ponyta. ?Strider, hit that bird with Ember!? Micky shouted. Strider opened her mouth and shot out a ball of fire towards the large beaked bird.

?Water Gun Pelipper? the opposing trainer shouted. With that it sprayed water onto the fire ball, turning it into black smoke before the water smashed into Striders head.

?Crap!? Micky shouted. His knowledge of Pokemon was rather limited but he knew that a fire type like Ponyta would take serious damage from a water attack. ?Strider, Agility!? With that the fire horse, at an incredible pace, charged out of the waters way. ?That?s it, now Take Down!? Strider jumped into the air, ready to slam her body into the bird. She was slightly higher in the air than the bird and was crashing down, but just in time for the bird it dashed out of the way, Strider came crashing down to the ground, the sand kicked up over its body. ?Strider are you ok??

?Ha, risky move, didn?t pay off, Pelipper, Water Gun.? Strider tried to get herself back to her feet however as soon as she was on her feet she was hit by the spray. Her eyes clenched trying to endure the water.

?Strider, Quick Attack!? Dashing out of the water Strider charged head first into Pelipper at lightning fast speed, ramming her head into the large mouth of Pelipper. The bird rolled back landing on its back on the ground. Strider ran up in front of it, throwing her weight onto her hind legs as she stood, ready to slam her feet onto the bird. ?Never seen her do that? Micky mumbled to himself.

?Water Gun now!? The opposing trainer shouted loudly. Before Strider?s feet crashed down onto the bird a large charge of water crashed into her stomach sending her onto her back. The Bird flew back into the air. ?Ok, now, Hydro Pump!? The Birds beak started to leak water, it appeared to be storing water in its mouth. Micky knew he had to do something fast, pulling Striders Pokeball out he triggered it to withdraw her. The glow caught her just in time, pulling her back to her ball as the bird unleashed a huge blast of water which flooded the entire battlefield, soaking Micky and several others feet. Micky shook his head in disappointment, looking down at his Pokeball before re-attaching it to his belt. ?Don?t be ashamed, you did well? the opposing trainer said, this time not in a ****y tone.

?Thanks? Micky said, with a half hearted smile.

Laying on his bed at night Micky thought to himself about the day. He had a somewhat successful day. He had sort of captured a Butterfree, his Weedle had evolved and his Ponyta had learned two new attacks. Still, he couldn?t help but feel disappointed about his first loss in a trainer battle. He couldn?t help think whether there would be a lot more too come or whether he?d start of a winning streak, starting at the Premier Ball Tournament which was due to start in a few days.

?It's not your fault that you're always wrong, the weak ones are there to justify the strong? - Marilyn Manson, Beautiful People.

Author Notes: Well, a somewhat better (IMO) than the last chapter. Well, Micky?s starting to form a team. Getting some practice writing full battles now, which will come in handy obviously.

 

[SwampertLover]

The story has lots of detail and its really cool how it relates to the author in parts

 

[Onimusha]

Thanks, its a good way to relieve aggression, anger depression etc in a ocnstructive manner, that may even be ok for english coursework :paranoid:

 

[Onimusha]

Chapter 6: Golden Ball

?We are the one?s that wanna choose, Always wanna play but you never wanna lose? - System of a Down, Ariels.

Micky lay sat on the sofa of the Rustboro Pokemon Center. He?d been waiting since the morning for some information on the Butterfree he had rescued. ?Are you hungry, you?ve been there for hours.? Micky snapped out of his daze, noticing a ginger haired nurse said to Micky, acknowledging Micky?s existence, unlike so many other people who had passed him.

?Nah, I?m fine? Micky said politely. ?Any news on Butterfree?? Micky said looking over at the Pokeheal.

?It?ll be about half an hour, you should grab a bite to eat, you?ve been here since my shift started.? The nurse?s shift had started hours ago, she?d noticed immediately when she came that there was a boy sitting on the sofa, seemingly unconscious yet his eyes were open.

?Uh???your right? Micky rubbed his eyes and wondered out of the Pokemon Center.

Upon his return he was greeted by the little butterfly. ?Hey there lil guy? Micky said running over to it patting its head. It cried out free before being interrupted by the nurse.

?She?s a she,? the nurse said.

?A what?? It started to strike Micky that asking these pointless questions when he knows the answer was rather stupid. ?Wait, don?t say, I?m slow ok? Micky said smiling putting his hand out in front of the nurse as if to say stop.

?Ok, she seems happy to see you? the nurse said with a smile on her face handing him the Pokeball.

?Why you giving me this?? Micky asked assuming the Butterfree would just be released.

?Well, I think she?s warmed up to you, considering you saved her.? Micky noticed that Butterfree was sitting on his shoulder.

?Free? she cried into his ear. Micky patted her on the head before walking out of the Pokemon Center.

?So, what the **** do we do now?? Micky said looking towards the Butterfree as he sat on the step. She just stared back, using Micky?s hair as a grip for her tiny little hands. Micky pulled out his Pokedex and uploaded the move feature. Aiming it towards the Butterfree he prepared himself for the stale robotic voice.

This Butterfree knows Sleep Powder, Stun Spore, Poison Powder, Confusion, Silver Wind, Shadow Ball, Supersonic, and Double-Edge.

?Holy crap, you know a lot!? Micky thought for a moment and then thought about the up coming premier ball event. ?Ya know, this could work out very nicely? Micky said smiling at his little butterfly.

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The last few days had been spent training with Butterfree. Micky had grown to learn which moves done what and was now fully adjusted to his newest team member. Butterfree had been out of her Pokeball ever since being picked up from the Pokemon Center. She sat on Micky?s shoulder most of the time although she would fly around at times as well. Now was testing time, standing outside the huge doors of the Pokemon academy, Butterfree upon his shoulder, Micky opened the large doors entering. Immediately he was greeted by the same women he had met a week ago. She was wearing pretty much the same thing she wore last time, except her hair wasn?t styled. ?Ah, the last entrant, I take it this is going to be the Pokemon you will be using?? She titled her head towards the Butterfree sitting on Micky?s right shoulder.

?Yeah, I?m using Free.?

?Very well, follow me.? The women led Micky through the hallways until they finally reach a large room. Inside were many trainers, all of them looking to be much younger than him. ?I?ll just need to check your trainer card.? Micky handed her the card whilst Butterfree flew off of his shoulder, flapping its wings it checked out some of its competition. There were more trainers then Pokemon, so obviously some of the people here kept their Pokemon hidden which, itself was a good tactic, that way planning ahead against them wouldn?t happen. There were stands with many people sitting, waiting to view the up coming battles. ?Ok, just sign here? the women said pointing towards a piece of paper with a pen next to it ?and hand me your Pokeballs, Pokedex and Bag.?

?Hold on, why do I have to get rid of my Pokeballs and my bag?? Micky didn?t mention his Pokedex since he didn?t give dam about it, it had the most annoying robotic voice and was only useful for checking moves.

?In order to prevent healing Pokemon with items, checking on opponents moves and switching Pokemon of the same specie.?

?You sure no-one will steal them?? Micky started to remove his Pokeball belt and slide his bag from his shoulder.

?I promise, look I?ll take care of them ok, just ask for Roxanne when your finished.? Micky was comforted by this, he now had someone to blame if his stuff was lost.

?Um, ok? Micky replied handing her his bag which he had stuffed his belt into.

?Well, you first battle will be with Melvin Connor, you will see your name appear on the screen along with your Pokemon choice.? Roxanne pointed to a large screen on the wall. On the screen there was two names already up there.

Kelly Peterson vs. Jamie Amole
(Wigglytuff) (Rhyhorn)

Micky looked towards the centre of the hall. An old man stood up to a microphone.

?Welcome young trainers? he said for all to hear. The room echoed his voice for a few seconds. Free landed on Micky?s cap assuming it was time to stop flying about and prepare for battle. ?Lets begin with our first battle, best of luck to both trainers.?

With that a girl of about ten and a boy of similar age took their places on either side of the arena. The battlefield was marked in white; it took up much of the hallway and had a line through the centre with a Pokeball painted in the exact centre of the line. They released their Pokeballs respectively, sending them hurling only several feet from each other. White glows spat out of the balls and took form.

The first to be noticed by Micky was the girl?s Wigglytuff. It was just over half Micky?s height, its body was rounded and its fur was pink. It had large, cute emerald eyes. Just below its eyes was a large white pelt stomach which covered all of its frontal fur until it reached its feet. It had a small mouth at the start of the white fur, centred in between its eyes but just below. It had two large rabbit like ears of pink, the same pink as its body. This colour of fur was the same as its tiny little arms, which lacked hands or fingers but instead ended in a curve. Its feet were the same, no toes just rounded at its tips, although that they were a bit larger. Centred in between the two emerald eyes, just above was a small swirl of a pink tuff, the root of its mane.

The other white glow had taken form to a giant rhino of rock. At its front, upon its nose was a sharp spike, seemingly made of rock as it was a slate grey. The rest of its body continued like this, spiked into several layers of armoured plating. Its body was very close to the ground, its feet holding it barely above the ground. It had two red eyes, centred on its foe, the Wigglytuff. As its mouth opened to roar it revealed a red tongue and a set of spiky white teeth.

The battle commenced, the male trainer was the first to shout an attack. ?Earthquake!? he shouted. Micky didn?t like the sound of this move and for a good reason. The large beast bounced its body only several feet off of the ground before coming back down. As it landed the entire room vibrated. A large line of breaking ground headed towards Wigglytuff.

?Leap over it? the female shouted. Wigglytuff jumped but was still caught by a lump of rock which hit it directly in its stomach. It fell to the ground, just next to the broken pieces of the arena. ?Come on Wigglytuff, Focus Punch!? The little creature rolled onto its injured stomach then clambered to its feet, its left arm started pulling it up whilst its right arm lay tucked away.

?Horn Attack!? The male shouted. Rhyhorn charged forward head first, its horn pointed towards Wigglytuff. As it was about to make contact Wigglytuff hit it in the face with its right arm, diving to its right at the same time to avoid the deadly horn. Rhyhorn landed on its side, clearly feeling the impact of the hit, yet it still had enough strength to roll back onto its feet. Its eyes showed the pain it was feeling inside unlike its hard rock body. Micky figured one of its ribs were broken, considering it charged pretty fast and the punch hit hard. Wigglytuff wasn?t doing brilliantly either however; it shook its right arm clearly showing injury.

 

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?Wigglytuff, Ice Beam.? Micky thought to himself ?An ice attack?? in shock. Micky never thought the cute pink blob had that sort of power in it. The little pink creature fired a white and light blue beam towards Rhyhorn. Little pieces of ice were visible inside this beam and as it collided with Rhyhorn they shattered around it, giving out a large cracking sound with each split second that Rhyhorn was forced to endure. A few seconds later Wigglytuff had finished with its Ice Beam. It took in a deep breath 7 then looked to its foe.

Rhyhorn?s condition was critical. One side of its body was frozen, included its front left foot. There was a glassy shimmer reflecting the shimmering light into Micky?s eye. The Rhyhorn groaned and then heard its masters call. ?Rhyhorn, Megahorn.? Rhyhorns large spiked horn began to glow. It was a large bright white glow. With that, ignoring the fact that half of its body could hardly move, it charged forward, the ice breaking off of its injured leg. Wigglytuff looked forward to the beast as the horn drilled into its body. The pink blob flew back out of the marked arena into the way of some of the contestants. It was leaking red blood from its stomach from a huge pierce mark through its body.

?Wigglytuff? the girl cried in a fearful voice as she ran across the battlefield to her cute pink blob.

?Wigglytuff is unable to battle; therefore, Rhyhorn and Jamie Amole are the winners.? The girl withdrew her Wigglytuff to its Pokeball before running off, probably to a Pokemon Center. The male trainer ran up and gave his Pokemon a hug on its large side, although its body stood at similar height to his.

Several battles later it was Micky?s turn to prove himself. He was confident in his Butterfree?s abilities but he wasn?t so sure about his abilities. These people seemed to be students of the academy, or at least reasonably experienced trainers, and although Micky was older, his trainer experience was nothing further than watching gym battles in Fortree and occasionally on television. Butterfree flew to the centre of the battlefield which was now further ripped as well as charred from burn marks, several splashes of water and a couple of frozen lumps of ice. Micky?s opponent was an Adam Calloway. He possessed an Azurill. As it released from its Pokeball it revealed itself as a tiny mouse, sitting on a ball attached to its tail. Its body was sea blue except for two tiny ears above its round body which were pink on their inside. It also had two little dots of white on its cheeks and one on the ball on its tail. It had two tiny feet hanging over the ball it sat on and two tiny arms o the same size, and just like Wigglytuff they were just rounded at the end instead of possessing hands.

?Azurill, bubble.? The tiny mouse started firing bubbles at Butterfree.

?Free, dodge it then Double-Edge.? Dashing out of the way of the bubbles Free charged head first into the little mouse, hitting directly making it fall off of its ball and land hard on its back. ?Now scatter a stun spore.? Flapping her wings, Free spread green dust down onto the air below Azurill.

?Azurill, roll out of the way and slam it with your tail!? Azurill was on its feet in moments and flipped into the air, its tail slamming into the right wing of free, making her twirl down a bit before flying away. As it flew the dust kicked up back towards Azurill. After having one breath of it, Azurill could feel its bones stiffen.

?The spore?s hit it Free, now finish it off with Silver Wind.? Free?s wings began to glow. She started to flap her wings violently, creating a breeze, but in that moment its wings released their glow into the breeze. As little sparkles of light flew along the breeze Azuril stood helpless, being hit in moments with the deadly attack. Cuts began to show on its body. Free then charged its head into the body of Azurill. Falling quickly to the attack, Azurill collapsed to the ground back first. Micky was announced the winner and the opponent withdrew his Azurill as Micky?s Butterfree returned to him triumphantly.

The next battle Micky and Free were to take place in was a much harder challenge. It was a fire type known as Numel. It was a tiny camel, only a couple of feet in height. It was a tanned yellow colour of short fur. As it began to grow to the tip of its back there was a grass green patch of fur, dotted around beneath the large patch were little specks of green. At the very top of its humped back was a tiny hole, probably for spewing flames out of. Its belly was a lighter yellow and it bore a small mane of hair only in between its tiny ears at the top of its head. Its eyes gave it the impression of being drunk and it looked to be useless. ?MEL!!!!? Numel cried as it stepped closer to the centre of the battlefield which was scarred from the previous battles that had taken place.

?Don?t worry Free, it may have the type advantage but you can pull this off.? Micky wasn?t sure who he was trying to reassure more, himself or his Butterfree.

?Numel, ember? the opposing trainer shouted. Numel released three fire balls from its mouth whilst charging forward.

?Free, dodge it and hit it with a Shadow Ball.? The flames darted to Free as did the Numel. The first ball missed the left wing of Free but was soon followed by the second. This one skimmed the left wing of Free, causing little damage except a tiny black char mark, however it distracted Free long enough to allow her to be hit directly by the third fire ball. Crashing into her body, the fire ball took her to the ground. Numel leaped upon its opportunity and without order from its trainer threw its entire body towards Free. She now knew to take her own instincts and roll out of the way, knowing Micky would want her to. Getting her body out of the way just in time she allowed the Numel?s body to crash head first into the floor. Free flew back into the air while Numel rolled back onto its feet, bearing a small blood mark from the scratch she received as she landed. Executing her trainers previous order Free prepared a Shadow Ball. Her big red eyes focused, her wings flapping hard until the glowed, she finally created a black sphere around her body.

?Numel, Double-Edge? the opposing trainer shouted. Numel, running head first yet again charged for Free.

?Move out the way and unleash that Shadow Ball!? Micky shouted, knowing that his Butterfree wouldn?t last very long if she took that hit from Numel. Free moved out of the way of the tiny camel that came crashing onto her feet but rolled on her landing. Pouncing on her opportunity, Free released the dark sphere surrounding her body directly at the Numel. The yellow camel was hit side first, however, unlike a physical move, the ball just went right into the Numel before disintegrating. Its effects were clearly visible. Numel started sparking of black charges, its body started to tremble. It slowly tried to move across to its trainer as if to beg him to put it back in the Pokeball however Micky knew this was the perfect opportunity to win the match.

?Double-Edge? both trainers shouted at the same time. Looking at each other as if to say ?hey, that was the move I wanted to use? their eyes clenched evilly at each other. In the mean time Free was making its way swiftly across the battlefield, charging head first, whilst Numel, still in pain from the Shadow Ball, tried to leap forward. Dodging it with her supreme speed advantage, Free allowed the Numel to miss completely and become off balance before charging head first from behind, sending the Numel rolling along the ground from the impact. It looked to be unconscious and the judge appeared to accept this.

?Numel is unable to compete, Michael Hardy and Butterfree are the winners.? Another important victory for Micky. He was beginning to feel confidence in himself, he had overcome a trainer who had the advantage.

A couple of hours had passed, and it had came to the final. Micky and a male trainer, Mark Copeland. Mark was using a Tyrogue. It was slightly larger than Butterfree, was less than half Micky?s height. It stood like a human would. Its body was purple and very slim. It had what appeared to be shoes over its feet that were red. Similarly, it had what were appeared to be boxer shorts of the same red. There were white marks around its stomach and around its wrists. Its arms were tiny compared to its body.

?Tyrogue, Mach Punch!? The tiny Purple Human shaped Pokemon dashed across the arena, left fist first towards Free, at incredible pace.

?Free, send out some Sleep Powder!? As the punch headed for her, Free released a green coloured powder from her wings. Tyrogue went right through it however, Punching Free stomach first. As Tyrogue?s hit connected he landed in the centre of the powder. Its eyes started to look drowsy. It knew to get out of there quickly and ran out of the cloud of powder. Free on the other hand had recovered and was flying high, quite a decent distance from Tyrogue.

?Tyrogue, show of ?em muscles, Bulk Up!? Tyrogue flexed its muscles, focusing its energy into them.

?Free!? Micky tried to think of something effective to use and then it clicked. ?Use Shadow ball!? Free began to execute the attack she had used earlier. Several seconds later she was surrounded by a black sphere.

?Brace yourself Tyrogue!? The opposing trainer shouted. Tyrogue stood there, eyes clenched, preparing to endure the next attack.

?Free, keep on building it?.? Micky trailed off, hoping to say now, but the Tyrogue remained focused, until one eye blinked open. ?Now Free!? She unleashed the ball of energy at her foe Tyrogue. Just as the ball was about to make contact Tyrogue leaped out of its way, letting the ball of energy disintegrate onto the floor below.

?Mega Kick!? Now was Mark?s chance, Free was in Tyrogue?s range. Leaping up, left foot first, Tyrogue prepared to finish of the battle.

?Free, dodge it, Stun Spore, then Silver Wind.? It paid off, tilting her body to the right slightly, Free avoided all contact. Tyrogue landed on its feet, but landed awkwardly, twisting its ankle. Wings flapping, Free released a yellow powder from its wings into the air around Tyrogue. In no time Tyrogue?s had inhaled some of the spore. Its body began to feel stiff, it turned its neck, cracking it slightly, and from the corner of its eye it saw Free flapping her glowing wings. Tyrogue felt a breeze on its body, but it couldn?t move. Instead, it prepared for the attack, fists up and eyes clenched it tried to endure the upcoming attack. The razor sharp blades of light travelled across the breeze, ripping into the flesh of the purple body of Tyrogue. Little trickles of blood seeped out of the wounds; it re-opened its eyes, fists ready only to encounter yet another wave of Silver Wind. This time not so prepared, it felt each little slash go right into it. It fell to its knee?s, one hand grasping its stomach, the other grasping its head. There was still fight left in it.

?Tyrogue!? Mark thought for a moment. Free seemed to dodge every move that he ordered his Tyrogue to execute, so maybe he should try a different approach. ?Tyrogue, Counter!? Micky had never seen this move before. Not sure how to react, Micky decided he had to order an attack.

?Free, Double-Edge.?

The judge looked on, he knew full well what would happen if this failed to knock out Tyrogue. Free, charging head first into Tyrogue, she was grabbed in mid air and slung face first to the floor. Scratching along the surface of the battlefield, the momentum of the Double-Edge carried them both a few feet before free was finally locked in what looked to be a very painful move. Her body as held under the weight of Tyrogue?s, her neck being pulled back by both arms. ?FREE!? Micky screamed across the battlefield. ?Poison Powder.? Micky?s voice trembled, he wasn?t sure if Free could release the powder whilst grounded how she was. Still, Free tried her best. Her wings secreted a purple liquid instead of a powder. A smell started to develop that both Free and Tyrogue could sense. Tyrogue knew it had to move, these toxins had come from Free?s body so she must be able to endure them better than Tyrogue could. Pulling once more on her neck, Tyrogue rolled off of Free?s body until he was a good distance from her. Pulling herself to her feet, Free hovered away from her toxins, which were leaving a chewed away scar on the floor.

?Nice move? Mark smirked. This was the first communication between the two trainers. ?Mega Punch!? Tyrogue?s fist started to glow. He ran forward, as fast as he could towards the injured Butterfly, fist aimed to her head.

?Free, fly higher and drop down Poison Powder, Stun Spore and Sleep Powder!? Micky wasn?t even sure himself if she could secrete all three at once, but she succeeded in avoiding the punch, allowing the Tyrogue to go flying into its trainer, hitting him in the stomach. Tyrogue immediately ran back into the battlefield only to inhale a yellow spore. Its body stiffened harder this time, some of its joints had already suffered this, but now the rest of its body was. Then there was a green coloured spore over Tyrogue?s body. Its eyes began to tremble, trying to stay conscious, knowing if it gave in to the spore the battle would be over. Free finally spread purple powder from her wings. As it landed on the skin of Tyrogue it began to burn into its skin. It yelped in pain, unable to move and in pain. ?Free, finish this off, Double-Edge!? Micky?s favoured move on his bug. She flew back as far as she could, keeping distance for acceleration. Faster than ever, she dashed confidently head first into the body of Tyrogue, knowing there was no way it was moving after enduring all those spores. As she connected she sent Tyrogue back several feet, near to its trainer, who was still gripping his stomach, winded from the failed Mega Punch. Her wings began glowing, she didn?t bother to wait for her trainer to order her to use Silver Wind, she done it from instinct since in a situation like this, Micky would ask this of her. Her wings began to glow; both Tyrogue and Mark could feel the breeze. Tyrogue?s bones remained too stiff to allow it to move. Mark moved out of the way of the breeze seeing the glow leave Free?s wings into the breeze. More slashes went into Tyrogue?s body, until it finally collapsed head, first, blood leaking onto the floor. Mark grabbed his Pokeball quickly from his belt, letting the red glow withdraw Tyrogue. He groaned once more in pain.

?The winner of the battle is Michael Hardy and Butterfree.? Free looked Micky in the eyes, she could see he was overjoyed to hear this, it was his first big win. Nothing small from a tiny hidden away one on one like when he battled Shane, or the wild Pokemon of Route 103, it was a huge victory for the both of them. As Free flew back to her trainer Micky hugged her, whispering a ?Well done? into her ear.

Micky and mark stood before the old man who had announced at the start. Mark received a white Pokeball first. Micky leaned over whispering to Roxanne ?Why is he getting the Premier Ball??

She whispered back ?That?s not the first prize.? Micky was next to receive a Pokeball. It was heavier than most, it was made of gold, well at least the outside, Micky figured the rest of it worked like a Pokeball. The only part of this Pokeball that wasn?t gold was the white release button, and the white line through its centre, which was for allowing it to open.

?Choose the Pokemon you use it on wisely? The old man said, before blinking and tilting his head to tell him he could leave, sensing he wasn?t comfortable with being in front of large crowds. After receiving his bag and belt again, from Roxanne, he tucked the ball safely into his bag, ensuring he wouldn?t lose the precious item.

He left Free in the Pokemon Center, to allow her wounds to be healed whilst he headed off to look for Marty, to tell him of the day. He then realised he should tell his dad as well, maybe he would be proud to know his son is already becoming a successful trainer after less than two weeks of training. Pulling out his cell phone, Micky dialled home. Several rings later, his father picked up. ?Hello?? he said in his deep voice.

?Hey dad? Micky shouted down the phone. ?Hold on let me set it video.? He placed it onto a nearby bench and then looked into it, his father had set it up the same, Micky could see his father. He had a gloomy look on his face, Micky figured it was just a bad day at work.

On the other end his father could see a huge smile o Micky?s face, and he knew it wasn?t the call he was hoping for, the call when Micky would finally give up trainer and come back home to follow in his fathers footsteps. ?Yes son?? He questioned his son?s reason for calling, wondering if there was any point.

?I just won a tournament dad!? Micky smiled, rummaging through his bag for the Golden Pokeball he had won.

Micky?s father looked at it, thinking it could be sold for a lot of money. ?How much is it worth?? His father said greedily, thinking it must be worth enough for Micky to make up for the money spent trying to be a trainer.

?Dad, it?s a Pokeball, and it?s something that shows I?m a good trainer, I?m not gonna sell it!? Micky was offended at his father?s greed. Money seemed to be the way around his father. Whenever he was in trouble he knew could have just bribed him to get out of trouble. ?I?m saving it for a really great Pokemon!? Micky placed it back into his bag.

?Well son, tell me when you want to come home, good luck.? With that he shut off the phone before Micky could even say good bye. Inside the house his father looked around. He threw the phone into a wall, letting it smash to several pieces. He growled loudly, annoyed at his son?s arrogance, or annoyed at his own? He slumped back onto his seat, a mean look on his face and a tear trickling down his cheek. He huffed one last time before throwing the remote control that lay beside him into the television in front, smashing the screen.

?Tear a hole so I can see my devastation? - Disturbed, Remember.

Author Notes: Well, this chapter has been mostly battles, I?m pretty pleased with the last one, I feel it was a pretty worthy battle. Plenty of action in the Premier Ball tournament. By the way, I just loved the idea of a Golden Pokeball from rFerguson?s Fic (Journey of a Champion on Serebii) [I?m sure there was one in the Anime as well]. Near to the end we build Micky?s father into more a of a character, the relationship between Micky and his Butterfree becomes a lot stronger. Also, I?ve decided from now on to call Pokemon He/She/Him/Her instead of it when Micky doesn?t know their genders, since the previous battle?s were really annoying to write.

 

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Chapter 7: The First Gym Battle

?Evolution is a mystery, full of changes no-one sees? - Motorhead, Evolution

Eight days had passed, Micky and his Pokemon had been training hard. Kakuna evolved into Beedrill.

Beedrill - The Poison Bee Pokemon. Its three poisonous stingers can be highly dangerous. Beedrill gather in large hunting swarms and overcome almost any opponent. Although it?s battle is usually fought airborne, it is unable to endure long flights, and therefore doesn?t make a good choice for air based battles. The first spotting of the Beedrill family in the Hoenn Region was in 2997 when the Ninja, Koga, former Elite 4 Member of Kanto, came over, bringing his team of Fuma Ninjas into the Region.

Micky slammed his Pokedex shut; he?d been studying his newly evolved Beedrill for days, learning his moves and good tactics to use when battling with him. Micky stood before a large building made of rock. Slate grey stone spiked out of the building side, some of it getting into the dirt pathway. He was wearing silk black trousers, lined with two red stripes on each leg leading up to a line of red just below his Pokeball Belt. His Pokeball Belt held three Pokeballs. Butterfree, Beedrill and Ponyta. His two bugs? balls were on the right side of his belt whilst Ponyta?s was attached to his left. He wore a red long sleeve shirt with a dragon image sketched on in black. His backpack was left in Marty?s car, he felt he didn?t need it at this time. Micky was glad to finally see wood. An oak door stood before him, pushing through he stepped into an arena. The floor was made of pure, flat rock. It surrounded the white outlined battlefield. Centred was a rock symbol, in place of a Pokeball. The battlefield had several rocks scattered around, and the flooring looked to be bumpy. Micky was glad that he had two flyers for this battle. Micky looked around to see no spectators in the stands. There were a few people gathered around talking on the other end of the room however. Micky stood where he would stand if he was battling, on one end of the battlefield, facing towards what Micky assumed would be the gym leader. ?Um, excuse me, is the gym leader here?? Micky?s shout echoed throughout the arena. He could see the people turn to him.

?You have to sign up!? Micky couldn?t hear the man speak. He rushed over, moving through the battlefield himself. He was about half way across when he tripped. He was about to land on his face but saved himself just in time with his hands, cutting his left one the little. Micky could hear the people whispering something, probably mocking him but then he turned to see he didn?t trip over a rock. He tripped over a rock that moves, most likely a Pokemon. Her eyes opened. They were a cold white, with large black dots in the centre where her pupils were. Her body was shaped as a spherical boulder, except it had many dents in its rock. Some of the dents seemed to form what looked to be eyebrows. It had two human like arms. They appeared to be muscular; dents made it look like steroid pumped veins were upon its arms. Her fists were the same. Five fingers a piece, dented like they were wrinkled. Her entire body was like a light brown crossed with a pale green. She opened her mouth, revealing a mouth with black insides, but bearing no teeth.

?DUDE!!!? She spat into Micky?s face in a low groan.

?Yeah, dude, don?t kill me? Micky said shaking his crawling back slowly, trying to get to his feet. The rock ?dude? used her fists to lift her body above the ground. She walked on her fists towards Micky. ?Hey dude, I said don?t kill me!? Micky shouted at the creature.

?Don?t worry, she won?t harm you? a familiar women?s voice said from behind Micky. He turned to see the same women, Roxanne, from the trainer academy. She walked up to pet the rock before helping Micky up. ?This here is a Geodude, mine in fact? She said. ?I?m guessing from your call you wish to have a gym battle?? Micky turned to her and nodded. She put out her hand. ?I?m Roxanne, gym leader of Rustboro.? She did a small female bow with her skirt to Micky, shaking his hand.

?Wait, you?re the gym leader?? Micky couldn?t believe it. She could have been no older than twenty and considering she seemed to work at the Trainer Academy Micky figured that must have been her job.

?What?s so amazing about that?? She led Micky off of the battlefield as she spoke, her Geodude following behind.

?You?re so young?? Micky spoke shaking his head, trying to justify his case, but in the end he realised, there nothing particularly amazing about it. Gym Battle?s didn?t last very long, and being a gym leader she must be a great teacher at the Academy, so it made perfect sense. ?Uh, never mind.? She giggled at the compliment she?d received.

?Well thank you, but you wish to battle?? Micky started rubbing his left hand on his trousers, making sure there was no dirt getting into the small cut he had received earlier.

?Well yeah? Micky said raising his eyes brows as if to ask ?Why else would I be here??.

?Well, follow me, there?s a free spot for later on, so if you can kill off a couple of hours and come back we can compete.? Micky signed up, showing his trainer card as seemed to be standard. Micky had a couple of hours left to kill; he researched into his Pokedex about this Geodude, guessing it would be in Roxanne?s team.

A couple of hours passed. Micky already had Beedrill out of his Pokeball, ready to use him as number one in his line up. Beedrill?s body looked more like that of a wasp. A large oval tail with yellow and black coils, with one tanned yellow stinger below it. On top of his oval tail was another tanned segment, more of a spherical shape, leading up to his head. He had big evil looking red eyes, with two black antennae, curled from the top of his head, slightly above it, drooping down until they lay just above his eyes. He had black, thin legs on his body and two thin arms, however on the end of each arm was a giant silver coloured spike or stinger. These were his main battle tools. His wings were just like that of a wasp, two see-through silver-white wings, sticking out of his back.

?I?m right on time Roxanne? Micky called out. ?Ready for me?? Micky in fact wasn?t particularly confident in his ability to beat Roxanne, however, he realised showing any sign of weakness could be capitalised on in the same way weakness in battle could be.

?Don?t be over confident, you were facing beginners in the Premier Ball tournament, I assure you, I?m no amateur at Pokemon Battles.? Roxanne stood leaning on one leg, the other relaxed, a Pokeball in hand, holding it with the tips of her fingers as if to say ?let?s go then?. Micky looked around, there were several people watching, although the arena was nowhere near its full capacity Micky guessed there were at least a hundred or so in the arena. He recognised Marty in the corner, he told him that he?d battling Roxanne today.

?Well of course you?re no amateur, you?re a gym leader after all? Micky smirked. ?Anyways, lets get thing going, Beedrill go!? With that, Beedrill flew to the centre of the arena, hovering just above the rock symbol, indicating the centre of the battlefield.

Roxanne threw her Pokeball only a few feet from Beedrill. ?Geodude, I choose you!? Out of the white flash of light formed the boulder that Micky had encountered previously.

?I thought as much? Micky mumbled to himself.

?The following gym battle will be a two Pokemon each gym battle? an announcer echoed into a Microphone for all to in the arena to hear. Micky thought, ?yep that sounds right? when he checked the box for a two on two battle. ?The challenger, Michael Hardy, will be allowed to switch between Pokemon, Roxanne on the other hand must keep her Pokemon out until it is declared unable to fight or she feels it is time to switch it.? He left the Microphone and Micky decided to attack as soon as possible.

?Beedrill, Twineedle!? The wasp like Pokemon charged towards Geodude, right spike aimed forward first, its second one prepared to jab in as well. Geodude closed her eyes as Beedrill?s first spike connected with the roof of her head whilst the second jammed into her right arm. He tried to remove the spike but it remained jammed inside her arm. The crowd cheered this, seeing the advantage turn to Geodude.

?Not a good move Michael, not a good move? She shouted across cockily. ?Geodude, Mega Punch.? Geodude left fist began to glow, she pulled it back and then crashed it into the centre segment of Beedrill?s body. The force un-jammed his left spike and sent him flying all the way back, just a few feet from Micky.

?Beedrill! Are you Ok?? Beedrill glanced at his trainer, pulling himself onto all fours before flying up again. ?Orite, new approach, Poison Sting.? Beedrill charged towards the Geodude, tail stinger first. His tail began to leak a little purple fluid, preparing to secrete a poison into the blood stream, if this Pokemon had any, of Geodude. His tail went in between the eyes of the Geodude. Beedrill secreted all the poison he could before tying to detach. The Geodude showed no signs of being harmed.

?Another bad move Michael. Geodude, Rollout!? The Geodude curled her arms around her stone body, making an even rounder shape. She bounced up once, flipping forward in mid air, before rolling along the ground, Beedrill being crushed as she moved. Her pace kept quickening and she was eventually rolling so fast that he couldn?t even see Beedrill. She eventually stopped, Beedrill laying a foot or so away from her on his back. He tried to move his body onto his feet. He again tried to hover, but his wings were crushed and curled up. The crowd roared, impressed with how quickly Roxanne?s Geodude destroyed Beedrill.

?Don?t worry ?bout it Beedrill, return.? Micky sighed as he withdrew his Pokemon, thinking his false confidence caused no intimidation. Micky re-attached the Pokeball to his belt and pulled off his Butterfree?s.

?Free, kick some ***.? He tapped the button and unlike Roxanne, didn?t throw the Pokeball, seeing as he still hadn?t adjusted to it springing back to the user?s hand, usually crashed into his head instead.

?FREE!!!!? she cried as she hovered at least eight feet above the ground. Some mutters began in the crowd, thinking why Micky was using two bugs.

?Double-Edge? Micky screamed. Free charged head first into the rock, only to bounce off, a cut left on her forehead from the impact. She flew back a little bit, trying to shake off the ringing in her head.

?Geodude, Rollout!? Geodude curled up again, bounced once again and started rolling extremely fast into towards the close to the ground Butterfly.

?Quick, move out the way!? Butterfree moved on instinct anyway, narrowly avoiding contact. Geodude continued to roll in the direction she was heading, towards a curved rock. Roxanne knew what was happening; they had designed the battlefield especially for this. Geodude flipped back towards Butterfree, several feet in the air. Her body crashed right into Butterfree, bringing the both of them to the ground, landing on top of the Butterfly before rolling off. The crowd cheered again, still firmly behind Geodude.

Butterfree lay on the floor, writhing in pain, rolling herself back into the air. ?Free, fly up high.? Free shook off the specks of dust from her wings and flew a good distance above Geodude. ?Ok, Silver Wind!?

Roxanne looked on giggling, she knew the perfect attack for this situation and she was just about to get Geodude to execute it. The Butterfree?s wings were glowing and flapping hard. ?Geodude, now, Rock Tomb!? Micky had never seen this before, but he was just about to see it to his horror. Geodude bounced her body up, before slamming her fist down into the ground, sending chunks of rock flying into the air. One rock connected with one of Free?s wings, making her lose her focus and flip to her side. Her wings stopped glowing, but there was no time to focus on that. The rocks came back down as quickly as they went up, this time all of them covering her body and sending her crashing to the ground, buried underneath the Rocks.

?Free?? Micky?s shout showed his fear. His false confidence left him, he feared the worst. When he heard no returning cry he knew it was time to throw in the towel. ?**** it, I forfeit.? With that Micky ran onto the arena and tried to slide the rocks away, managing only to move one rock off of the pile. He jammed both hands into a small crack and started separate the rocks, glancing in he saw his Butterfree laying unconscious, shaded under the rocks. He brought out his Pokeball and withdrew her, the flash of light unseen within the rocks. He sighed once more before banging his head against one of the rocks lightly, ashamed at his failure.

Roxanne walked over to through the battlefield and patted his back. ?You tried your hardest, you were at a disadvantage, don?t be too hard on yourself. Maybe come back when you have a bit more experience.? Micky walked out of the arena gracefully, not showing signs of weakness on his way out. As soon as the oak door slammed behind him he ran as fast as he could for two reasons; for one he didn?t want any feedback on how he battled, figuring he would be mocked, and he also wanted to get his two bugs healed, since the Geodude had inflicted critical damage on the two of them.

Marty came out of one of the doors and called to him. ?Micky, hold up, it?s not like you did bad or anything.? Micky slowed down and turned to speak to him.

?I ain?t running cos of that! I wanna get Beedrill and Free healed as soon as possible!?

?Well, wait for me!? Marty started to jog over to him, but gave up quite quickly, his age getting to him.

****

 

[Onimusha]

Hours had passed, Micky made his way back towards Rustboro gym, this time only armed with Strider. He was determined to figure out a way to beat that Geodude. He re-entered into the crowd seats, dropping down hard on his *** as he sat in the front row. There were still quite a few people, Roxanne had a new opponent. The trainer was a female, just over five foot. Her hair was a light brown, with blonde highlights; it was made into two curtains at the front on either side of her forehead and tied into a ponytail at the back, starting near to the top of her head. She had sky blue eyes, un-mistakable from where Micky sat; her nose was a perfect shape, leading to perfect rose lips. Her skin was slightly tanned, probably from travel. She wore a white shirt, a bird sketch imprinted upon it, covered with a thin blue jacket. Beneath that she wore a black mini-skirt, leading down to perfect legs in black high heels. She clearly wasn?t a novice since Roxanne was using what appeared to be more advanced Pokemon. She seemed somewhat familiar however.

?Golem, Rollout!? Roxanne was using a large boulder like Pokemon. He was spherical in shape, a green-brown colour. He was almost five feet in radius, except the cracks in between each stone. However, that was just his shell, inside was a brown reptilian like body. His head was like the head of a snake, except it had no scales, it was flawless, plain mud brown, with white eyes tinted with red. Its arms and feet had white claws for nails; however its skin remained the same style. He popped all of his body parts into his shell and started rolling towards the female trainer?s Pokemon.

The Pokemon belonging to the female was only about a foot tall. She had a skirt of leaves. Dark green, then light green. It took up almost half her body. The rest of her body was a light green, lighter than the leaves on her skirt. Her head had two red flowers on either side of her head, each facing away from each other, as well as two tiny arms, seemingly unable to do anything. ?Bellossom! Magical Leaf!? the female shouted, and immediately Micky recognised who she was. It was Purity, the cute girl he met in Oldale town. Although Micky paid no attention, Bellossom spun, firing two glowing leaves from her skirt. As they travelled through the air, spinning as they went, they kept changing colours from aluminous red and green, however Micky was still fixated on Purity.

Golem rolled right into the leaves as the two sliced into the stones, breaking right through them, leaking out thick red blood, stopping it in its tracks. He removed his arms and legs from within his shell, revealing a large gash along his left arm. ?Ok, now finish it off with a Solarbeam.? The flowers on her head started to glow, and soon a yellow beam was fired, twirling as it went, before crashing into the shell of Golem, send him rolling backwards off of the Battlefield and crashing into a wall. Roxanne gasped before rushing over to tend to her fallen Pokemon.

?Golem is unable to compete, Purity Campbell is the winner!? a judge announced. She ran across and picked up her Bellossom, hugging it and lifting it up above her head. Micky saw Roxanne hand something to her soon after, followed by taking her training card to a room at the back on the gym, Micky guessed it was some kind of card update. When she exited Micky realised he had a pretty good opportunity to talk to her. Firstly, he had the hots for her, and secondly he could do with some direction as a trainer.

Rushing out of the building towards the pathway that led to the challenger entrance Micky cut her off. ?Hey Purity? Micky said. She turned to speak to him.

?How d?ya know my name?? She asked with a confused expression on her face.

?I met ya in Oldale town a couple a weeks ago.? Immediately she recognised who he was: the idiot who fell off his bed.

?Oh hi, Micky isn?t it??

?Yeah? Micky said, relieved that she didn?t think he was some sort of stalker. ?I was wondering if you could help me out. I had a battle with Roxanne today, and, well?? Micky felt ashamed to say this in front of a girl he wanted to impress. ?She kicked my ***! But I noticed you seemed to slaughter that boulder.?

?You really have no idea what you?re doing do ya?? She guessed this quite easily, seeing as he had no idea that grass attacks are very effective to use versus rock types.

?Ain?t got a ****ing clue? Micky said shaking his head.

?Well, I need to heal my Pokemon, I ?spose I can give you a little lesson while I wait.?

?Thanks, that would be great.? Micky realised how much of a dork he sounded like after saying that, fortunately it didn?t seem to change Purity?s view on him. Micky thought it was pretty obvious she thought he was some sort of weirdo.

A few minutes later they were both seated on a sofa in the Pokemon Center, Micky was being given a huge lesson on Pokemon. Purity seemed to enjoy explaining it to Micky, maybe it made her feel better about herself to know much more than he did, or maybe she just liked teaching things. So far all Micky had learnt was that using Grass and Water attacks on Roxanne?s Pokemon would be his bets shot. ?What Pokemon do you have??

?Well, I have a Ponyta, a Beedrill and a Butterfree.? Purity nodded as Micky said this.

?Well, those Pokemon don?t fare to well against Rock attacks.?

?Yeah, I?ve learnt that from getting my *** kicked, my two bugs are still being healed.?

?Well, Micky, I believe that all of those can learn Solarbeam, probably the most powerful grass attack, but you?re gonna need to train them real hard to get them to pick up how to do something like that.?

?Wait, you could help me couldn?t you, I mean, your Bell-a, Bell-a?? Micky started rolling his hands asking for help, seeing as he couldn?t remember the Pokemons name.

?Bellossom? she smirked.

?Yeah, Bellossom, you know how to teach a Pokemon Solarbeam, so you could help me couldn?t you.? Micky gave a look of desperation.

She sighed. ?Well, I haven?t really got that sorta time to spend in Rustboro. I mean the Pokemon league is gonna be coming up pretty soon, and I still have three badges to get as well as complete the Victory Road challenge.?

?Well, I could come with you? I mean, where you?re heading there?s gyms right??

She sighed again, she wasn?t sure if she wanted some amateur struggling along with her. ?You sure about that, I mean, you strike me as a city boy, and too be honest, I usually only stop by towns and cities to get food and drinks, not to sleep. You sure you can handle that?? Micky thought for a moment, he wasn?t sure whether he could, but he wasn?t just going to let a girl he fancied and a great trainer just get away because he doubted himself.

?I?m sure I can handle it? Micky smirked confidently.

?Ok, fine, just don?t hold me up ok?? Micky nodded to this, knowing if he shook his head, it wouldn?t help his claim that he could handle it.

****

A few hours later both Micky and Purity had their Pokemon back. Micky noticed four Pokeballs on Purity?s belt. He knew one was Bellossom, but he was curious as to what the others were. Purity was taking him to get some travelling gear, seeing as he explained that he didn?t have a tent, sleeping bag or travelling gear. They walked into a shop labelled ?Campers ?R Us? in black writing, on a green background. It was a small building, with windows labelled similarly to its roof. Entering it they saw a large selection of tents and several boxes labelled with brand names of sleeping bags. ?Well Micky, pick which ones ya want.?

He?d picked out a cameo green tent with a black sleeping bag, along with a large bag for carrying it. ?Just one thing Purity, where do I put my food??

?Well, it, Vita Bread doesn?t take up much room.? She was kidding him right. Vita Bread was plain bread, loaded with vitamins and made for quite a filling meal. Most hikers and travellers took it with them. It was efficient, but Micky had adjusted to normal food.

?Your kidding right?? Micky could tell by the look she gave him that she wasn?t. ?Well, ya know what, I?ll get Strider to carry this stuff and I?ll carry REAL food in my bag.? Micky made sure she understood what he meant by real food.

?Hey your choice? she giggled, shrugging her shoulders. ?Trust me; the routes I take are very difficult for a pony to transverse though.?

Eventually Micky had given in. He bought some Vita Bread, stuffed it in the pocket of his tent back pack, along with some other necessities: his hair conditioner, shampoo, cell phone, toothbrush and paste and of course his laptop, which had to be shoved into the tents section with him. He said his goodbye to Marty thanking him for letting stay with him for so long, leaving his annoying Pokedex with him, considering he had quite a grudge against its voice.

?Anytime Micky, if you ever come by my way again, drop in,? these words stayed in Micky?s head, thinking he?d now have to adjust to sleeping out in the wild. Micky and Purity headed north of Rustboro City, up Route 115. Micky was already beginning to regret his decision to join her. It was an uphill hike for most of the journey. The path was bumpy, definitely not designed for cars to use, barely even designed for people to use, however Purity seemed to find this easy, showing no signs off being worn out. ?I suppose that?s how she got such a perfect body, bloody hiking,? he thought to himself, breathing heavily. Eventually, after at least four hours of hiking, night began to fall. The two of them set up their tents, sheltered from the wind by a cliff edge and a forest of tall green pine trees.

?Well, get some firewood.?

?What! Me? Why me??

?Hey, there?s gotta be an upside to having you around.?

Micky walked off into the Pine forest, picking up fallen sticks and breaking off some branches whilst he was at it. ?Yeah Micky, lets join her cos she?s hot, god dude you are such a jackass,? Micky started mumbling to himself, a huge pile of sticks in his arms. He returned with them about a half hour later, dumping them in a pile, several sticks scattering away. ?Satisfactory?? Micky said sarcastically.

Purity giggled. ?It?ll have to do.? She hurled a Pokeball to the ground, catching it as it sprung back. From within came a cr?me furred canine. It had ruby red eyes and pointy fox ears. From in between these ears was a mane of cr?me fur, curving over its head and halfway down its neck. It had a slender body armed with four legs which lacked sharp claws upon its feet. Where its body ended, nine cr?me tails began, each huddling with each other but yet clearly separate. ?Ninetales, Flamethrower.? The fox breathed out a small flame from her mouth onto the pile of sticks, lighting them brightly and leaving singed grass around it.

?Interesting? Micky scoffed, annoyed that his fire hors couldn?t do a Flamethrower as of yet. Micky moved his tent closer to the flames before he went to sleep. The warmth kept him comfortable as he closed his eyes.

****

The next morning Micky woke up. He scrambled out of his sleeping bag and pushed through his tent. The flames from the previous night?s camp fire had died down, smoke still rising from the crisp sticks. ?Ah!!!!!!? The loud scream from within the pine forest echoed. Several birds flew from the trees. Micky turned to see what the commotion was, standing in his black boxer shorts.

?What the ****?? Micky had learned from his previous encounter with Free. He made sure he didn?t repeat his mistake and put on a pair of black trousers, striped with two red lines on each side, a pair of black shoes and shoved on a long sleeved red t-shirt backwards; this time forgetting to grab his Pokeball belt. Purity has started to stir, awoken from the scream but Micky ignored her and rushed into the forest. After running through the forest as fast as he could Micky saw what the screaming was about. He stood at a cliff edge, outside of the forest, looking over a beach. There stood a teenager, most likely older than him, backed into a corner by the cliff edge. He had on tracksuit bottoms of blue, and a white t-shirt. His hair was a short black. Micky couldn?t make out his face but he knew he was scared. In front of the teenager stood a six foot tall mantis. Its entire body looked like a suit of armour. Its feet had three clawed toes, dug into the sand of the beach. Its scaly skin was a light green as well as a pale yellow. Its feet were large, appearing to be wrapped around it?s a pale yellow legs. Its body was thick, it had indents on its crotch skin. Above that was another small patch of pale yellow skin, but it was then followed by a thick chest and torso of green. Its head was like that of a dinosaur, it was shaped viciously with piercing white eyes. Its ears went sideways and were like spikes. The wings on its back were outlined with skin covered bone. The wings themselves were the pale yellow that it possessed on its body. However, the things that struck fear into the teenager were two large scythes, attached to its arms. They were curved like a samurai sword and looked to be just as sharp. They were white and reflected the sun at its edges, showing just how sharp they were.

The Pokemon drew back its left scythe. The teenager scrambled out of the corner trying to get away only to have the creature fly right into his way. The Pokemon stood as tall as the human, facing him square in the eye.

?You love the way, I look at you, while taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through.? - Linkin Park, Points of Authority.

Author Notes: Ok, definitely not my best chapter. It seemed to go really slow (IMO at least) however I have high hopes for the next chapter since I?ve set it up. On top of that I?ve added in my 2nd Main character which is a big part of this fic. Micky has experienced 1 major *** kicking (Sure Dragonfree will be pleased with that lol, since she was so happy about the chap 5 *** whooping).