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

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Yeah I know this seems pointless and stupid but I'll post it any way. Your Fan Fic Rocks!!!!!!!!!! There is no way to describe how good it is. Well I hope that you continue with this great Fan Fic!!!!!!
 
Well, I intend to finish it off but here it seems to be pretty much ignored.

Anyways, posts next chapter which he finished yesterday.

Chapter 16: Date With Death

?Let this heart be still? - Mama Said, Metallica

Necromancer shot up into the sitting position from the table, awaking from his sleep to the sound of rattling. He rolled to his feet and grabbed an axe from under the table, his self defence against an intruder. He knew full well this wasn?t an intruder. This was something that would happen every night. This house wasn?t safe for guests and he knew that full well. Attached to his Axe were five Pokeballs, an efficient way to keep all his defence in one place. With one brush of his hand he?d knocked off all five Pokeballs and released his four Pokemon. He motioned his hand as he sent them an order. Five different rooms were being occupied, five different ghosts would protect the occupants.

He placed his hat upon his head and covered his arms with his trench coat. Slowly he made his way towards the staircase, axe at the ready for any physical being, as unlikely as it was. He was hoping for the cause of the racket to have been Poltergeist, but he was almost guarantied that it wasn?t. A white silhouette dashed across the upper hallway right in front of Necromancer. For him it was nothing but a normal occurrence. A ghost of one of the victims of the house. This one was often seen by him. The maid of his great-great-great grandfather, found stabbed in her bed, knife in her back with no traces of finger prints, footsteps or any indication of who done it, the first victim of many to the house?s bloodlust. Necromancer dropped his axe to the floor, now positive it was no intruder. Now all he could do was hope his Pokemon would stop the restless spirit in time.

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Purity rocked side to side in her sleep, the result of a nightmare that was soon to become reality. The white silhouette of the former maid started to slip through her bedroom door. A sadistic smile formed on the half visible face of the women?s ghost. From under the door she picked up her knife, the weapon of choice that she had slid under the door. A small huff of breathe left Purity?s lips as a strand of her blew away from her. The maid walked up to her like a mother checking on her baby, a sign of love and care in her stride, re-living her days of life when she would take care of her masters child. She brushed Purity?s hair from her cheek, revealing her beautiful face totally in her sight. The care left her stride, the grin returned to her face as she raised the knife up, holding it with both hands tightly, ready to puncture her chest. Purity started to stir, noticing her hair had moved subconsciously.

It was now or never time for the maid to kill Purity. She thrust the knife down with all her might, only missing her heart by an inch. Blood sprayed violently from the wound as the maid pulled the knife from her body. Purity?s eyes shot open as she cried loudly in pain, only to be silenced by falling into an unconscious state. The maid?s ghost dropped the knife onto the white torn blanket and rushed off through the walls, knowing it was only a matter of time that someone would burst through the doors, hearing her cries. Slowly, the red stain spread along the blanket, staining up through the sheets. Kerri was first to burst through the bedroom door, her loss of voice making her unable to scream. She just covered her mouth and closed her eyes turning away and running for Micky?s door for help.

Necromancer was in the room in no time, watching three of his Pokemon pass him by, trying to chase the maid?s ghost. When Micky got to the room his jaw dropped, almost preparing himself for tears. He wanted to be sick but he was in such a state that he couldn?t. He looked over to Necromancer and he could see it in his eyes. He knew full well there was a homicidal ghost in the house and he was still fine with putting him and his friends at risk. So many emotions rushed past him. Depression, sickness, but the one he let out was anger. He threw his right fist right into Necromancer?s jaw followed by a kick to the groin, sending him down. Micky leaped onto him, pounding his face as hard as he could, getting at least five punches in before he was dragged off by Mark upon his arrival, shouting sense into him, telling him they needed to get Purity to hospital as soon as they could. It pained Micky to admit it but he was right. He called an ambulance from his mobile as soon as he could and tried to find a way to stop the bleeding for the time being.

Micky?s hands were soaked in Purity?s blood when the ambulance arrived, some of his face and hair when he tried to brush it aside. Tears washed some of his face, somehow managing to break out of the steel cold eyes from the stare of hatred he gave Necromancer. Mark and Karen went in the ambulance with Purity, Micky said he wanted to be left with Necromancer but Kerri knew he would snap and wasn?t about to leave her younger brother alone. The eyes of the two were so fixated on each other it was like they were having a conversation. Both eyes were as cold as steel, Micky?s telling Necromancer how much he blamed him, Necromancer?s saying it wasn?t his fault and he?s never going to take the blame for it. Latianne tried to talk some sense into Micky but he blocked out all her mental pleas.

After about twenty minutes of Micky and Necromancer staring holes through each other, Micky?s cell phone rang. Micky ignored the noise it emitted, not wanting to take his eyes off of Necromancer. Kerri took the phone over to him, prodding his shoulder with her finger to make sure he knew she has brought it to him and to make sure he was aware it was ringing. ?I know!? Micky hissed through his grit teeth to his older sister. ?I don?t want to be told that she is dead? he continued, still through his gritted teeth. ?Hang it up!? he ordered to her. She refused to so Micky snatched it from her and done it himself. He proceeded to drop it to the floor and continued to stare a hole through Necromancer.

The phone rang again. This time Micky crushed it with his foot, slowly stamping it into pieces. Kerri didn?t like the way this was going at all. She gave Micky a look of desperation that begged Micky to see sense. Micky barely caught a glimpse of it, his eyes were too focused on watching Necromancer. Part of him believed it was perfectly possible that Necromancer did stab her, or even sent out whatever killed Purity on purpose. Both Micky and Necromancer had their eyes locked on each other through the night like they were insomniacs. As light broke through the cobweb covered windows the both of them hissed. Kerri was totally unconscious, Angel was still locked away in her Pokeball, not making a mental peep. Micky knew he had the perfect opportunity to take a strike at Necromancer. Necromancer was thinking in the same way. ?Everyone is asleep, he?s gonna attack me.? He prepared himself to block anything Micky would send at him.

Micky and Necromancer would have been nose to nose if it wasn?t for the one foot height advantage Necromancer had. Micky strained his tired stiff neck upwards, glaring at Necromancer?s creepy face. Micky struggled to restrain his hate, but to no avail. The size difference, the location and the fact that his sister would shoot awake any time soon was nothing compared to what his anger wanted him to do. Micky, with all his might, threw his right fist into Necromancer?s stomach. Fully prepared for this, in less than a second of Micky?s punch connecting with Necromancer?s stomach, he had Micky?s throat held in his right hand in a choke. He pressed him against the walls, holding him in the air with his one arm, using the wall for some leverage. ?Now you listen here!? he grunted. ?It is not my fault that your friend died. I did not know one of the ghosts would wake and I do not, and I repeat, I do not like you!? he hissed through his gritted teeth. He pressed his face so close to Micky?s that their noses were crushing each other. Micky?s eyes focused on Necromancer?s, Necromancer returned this gesture as both said their words to each other. Kerri started to stir and Necromancer dropped Micky down to his feet. The shock of it made Micky fall to his left knee as Necromancer turned his back to him, his trench coat dragging behind him.

Micky spat to the ground in distain as well as the feeling of failure, letting Necromancer get the last word. He rose to his feet and shook his sister awake. She gave a look of shock, her eyes blurred. ?Come on, we?re going to Mauville hospital? he said quickly. Micky now wanted to know what the phone call was about, now that his mind was off of Necromancer.

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After a short ride on Angel?s back, both Micky and Kerri landed outside of the Mauville Hospital. The giant building was like a skyscraper. The bottom floor was the lobby, where all information about the patients were kept. The walls surrounding it were all badge stone. A giant red cross sign stuck above the automatic glass doors. Above this floor were more than twenty floors of glass, small black lines all equally split along each side, representing the whereabouts of the thin walls that separated groups of patients. Micky withdrew Angel to her Pokeball and handed it to his sister. The both ran to the lobby front desk, somewhat reminded of a Pokemon Center by the red tiles and white walls. All that was missing was the trainers. Everyone in the room seemed to be depressed about something. Still, no sign of Mark or Karen so they knew they?d have to ask where they were.

They were directed to the ninth floor by the receptionist, saying Purity and two people who came with her were sleeping there. As the doors opened, the stench of illness entered their noses. Micky wanted to hurry this up as much as he could, Kerri seemingly in agreement. Both made their way around until they found the five of them. Purity laying unconscious with something hooked to her arm, beeping away, her body hidden under the white blanket. Karen was sat with Pikachu in her lap, sitting upright with her eyes closed on a chair next to the bed. Mark was laying on a bed nearby, Wobbuffet next to him, looking just as clueless asleep as he does awake.

Feeling a certain rivalry between Mark and himself, he chose to wake Karen by poking her with his index finger. She shot awake within the first poke, no wake up stalling, no trying to figure out what was going, it was like all this time her eyes had just been closed but no unconsciousness. She sighed in relief once she?d taken a moment to calm down from the shock of being woken. ?Finally, you got here? she said, relieved to see he actually cared, considering he hung up the phone on her the previous night.

?Yeah? he said, not showing any sign of emotion, just a simple reply. ?How is she?? he said, a slightly more depressed tone.

?She?s in a coma? she replied. ?The shock of the stabbing put her body into a lifeless state.? She shook her head a huffed in sadness. ?She may never leave this coma? she continued, a tear starting to form. ?What did Necromancer say?? she asked, hoping that maybe he had the answer to how to help her.

?Nothing important? Micky replied in a hiss.

?Is he coming?? she asked, hoping to hear what he has to say, knowing Micky was lying about him saying anything.

?Not with me here? Micky replied, still having his teeth gritted tightly.

?Do you wanna call her parents?? Karen asked, hoping she wouldn?t have to deal with their reactions.

?No? Micky replied bluntly. ?I need to get to Rustboro, I can?t waste time calling people? he said. He couldn?t believe he was saying this but he didn?t want to spend time hanging around in depression. As emotionless as he appeared, he had to leave.

?Your still gonna continue Pokemon Training?? she said shocked at his lack of care.

?I can?t sit around grieving, especially over someone who isn?t dead yet? he replied, now digging out his most hateful uncaring side to hide his depression.

?I can?t believe you? she said loudly and hatefully. ?You?re just gonna run off when your friend is on the verge of death.?

Micky looked away in anger, a vein forming on his forehead. He grabbed her like Necromancer grabbed him, gripping her throat tightly with his right hand. ?Now listen here? he said, just like Necromancer had said. ?I?ve known her for less than a month, therefore, it is not my duty to hang about until she dies.? The loudness of his voice woke mark, finding his sister in what appeared to be a threatening position.
 
Being his duty as the bigger brother, he leaped from his sleep to attack Micky. Kerri tried to restrain Micky but Mark was already laying fists into him before she could. He busted Micky open with his right hand, drawing blood from the left side of his forehead. Micky retaliated by slinging him over to the ground and laying punches into his face. Kerri managed to drag him off but only to be pushed to the side, Micky now totally focused on destroying Mark. He pounded away at his face and nose, drawing huge amounts of blood all over his fist. Doctors eventually dragged Micky away, trying to restrain him. He pushed them away and took one last shot at him, kicking him in the chin, before finally running off, heading back towards Grave Mansion. Mark was helped onto a hospital bed, trying to restrain him as well as stop the bleeding, Karen hiding away in fits of fear.

Now on his own, with no one by his side for comfort, the feeling of isolation consuming him. His feet ached from the pain of running, the more it hurt, the faster he ran. The sun was still rising, Micky was yet to have breakfast, still surviving on what he?d eaten the previous night. Hours into his run he finally saw the giant gloomy mansion in the distance. He clambered over the fences, the gates closed since his sister and his leaving.

His shirt, now torn from the steel fences. His feet were soaked in blood, several toe nails broken to the point they drew blood, but nothing was stopping him from getting at Necromancer, or so he thought. The door was locked and no matter how hard Micky pounded and kicked it wouldn?t open. The more inventive side of himself kicked in. A small statue of a Pokemon known as Gastly was at the steps. Micky picked it up and took aim at a window before shattering the dirty glass. A giant hole stood out among the dusty glass as Micky leaped through it, breaking whatever survived the statue. Glass sliced into his skin as he landed on his side onto a carpet of broken glass. His right arm was slit in multiple places as well as his right leg, although his already bleeding forehead seemed to be untouched.

He slowly rose to his feet, small pieces of glass piercing his hands as he rose up. ?Necromancer!? he shouted loudly and hatefully. ?Get out here!? he screamed as he continued to shout. ?I know you?re in here!? he shouted. He grabbed a large chunk of the broken glass in his hands and clenched it tight until it drew blood from his fingers. ?Come on you sick freak!? he spat. There was pure silence except from the sound of Micky?s blood dripping onto the floor. Eventually, Micky slowly heard a sound. Not footsteps. It was the sound of something rolling. That something soon became visible. Necromancer?s Urn appeared near the stairs, rolling on its side. The Urn began to roll its way down the stairs, bouncing as it dropped down each step. Slowly the golden Urn rolled to his feet. Micky turned his face from in like he?d just had a sniff of a Muk?s droppings. It tapped his foot again. Micky expecting to see Poltergeist somewhere but no sign of him, just a sign of his powers. Micky picked it up in his hands to be surprised by the top popping up. He dropped it to the ground. It made a loud bang as it crashed to the floor as a wrapped up piece of paper rolled out. Basic curiosity made him pick the paper up and unroll it. It was a note from Necromancer.

Micky, I figure I should write this since I do not wish to say it to you in person. After what happened to your friend, I?m afraid I cannot stay in this house no more, although it is not directly my fault I cannot help but feel partially guilty.

?Partially?? Micky spat sarcastically. ?It is your fault.? Still, Micky continued to read.

I have the urge to tell you the rest of what happened to me. You are the first person to ever hear anything about it.

?And what makes you think I care?? Micky said, as though he were talking to Necromancer rather than reading what he?d written.

After what happened I?m sure you don?t care much.

?Wow, what a news flash? he said sarcastically.

Still, I?m going to continue. I was stuck in that coffin. If you loo where you slept, you?ll find a coffin underneath the bed. I was trapped in the box with nothing but my father?s ashes. I started to feel light-headed and my vision blurred away. I was slowly fading away. I heard a clutter above me, the sound shocking me back to consciousness. The coffin started floating up and the door flung open. I sat up quickly, just like I did last night. My mother was laying on the floor dead, her eyes missing from her skull. Floating above her was a ball of gas. He was the un-evolved form of Gengar, which is currently what Poltergeist is, and will be nothing more, Gengar being the last evolution form of his kind. When I first found him, juggling my mothers eyes, he was a Gastly, as gas ball. I tossed my mothers body into the hole and Poltergeist moved the mud over her, she was registered as another missing person from the house and I was the last of my family line left. Since then, I?ve become a Pokemon Trainer, raising Poltergeist through the ranks of evolution until he became what he is today, a champion. Still, I hope your friend Purity gets better, I honestly do, but it was not my fault. Can you do me the favour of locking up the house please? I also left you a gift in the coffin that was under your bed. Anyways, this is the end of my letter.

There was a line of pen where the full stop was drawn, like he was dragging the pen off of the page. Micky made his way up the stairs, the letter still in his right hand, now stained with blood. He entered the room in which he slept to find the coffin, now in the centre of the room, no bed now. He slowly approached it, backing away every now on then, hoping to flick it open in one movement, not having to get to close. After circling it a few times he just ran up to it and shoved it over, sliding it open. Out of it, five of the floating candles rose. Micky smirked. ?Not a bad gift? he said, being accustomed to them. Not to mention their practical use for when he was out in the world.

He exited Grave Mansion via its door, locking it on the way out as well as boarding up the broken window. The five candles following behind him. He walked away from it, heading towards a mountain, the way to Rustboro City. When he?d made his way to the top of the small mountain he gazed back towards Grave Mansion. It was still easily visible, the size really making a difference. The candles seemed to wave goodbye to the house before following Micky along the mountain path.

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Purity shot up awake, her coma lasting a mere twelve hours. She could feel the pain of the stab wound still, screaming loudly for the time she didn?t. Karen tried to hug her better like she were a sister, mark on the next hospital dead with a broken nose from the previous attack. Doctors came rushing to her, injecting morphine into her arm, claming her down again. She woke again, the drowsiness of the morphine putting her out for about three hours. It was reasonably late at night, about eight. Her wound still hurt, but only when she moved in certain directions. It was hard to adjust to, but she was starved and before she even bothered asking what happened, she demanded food.

She ate dinner with mark and Karen, Kerri had already left, feeling guilty about Mark?s nose. Once she?d finished with the meal, the first question on her mind was ?Where?s Micky??

Karen had to think how to reply to this. She wasn?t expecting her to leave the coma condition so quickly. ?He left, leaving Mark a souvenir.? She nodded her head over to Mark, obviously implying the bloodied nose. ?Just like us, he thought you?d still be in the coma. The doctors must?ve made a major mistake, they said you?d probably never leave that coma.?

?So?where is he?? she asked, hoping to get an answer, since he?d been her closest friend for almost a month.

?Dunno? she said bluntly. ?He stormed off and he destroyed his mobile so, I just don?t know? she continued.

?Well, you gotta get me to Rustboro, he must be heading there? she said.

?You just been stabbed? Karen replied, shocked at how she wants to be friends with a guy who practically said he didn?t give a **** about her.

?So, he?s my friend, and he?s thinking I?m dead thanks to you? she replied, now blaming her, even though she knew it wasn?t her fault.

?Look, just forget about him ok, he went and assaulted my bro and me, whatever respect I had for hi before is gone. Just forget about him, doubt he was a good friend anyways.?

?Don?t tell me who to be friends with Karen? Purity threatened back to her. ?He obviously gives a **** if he snapped that much? she continued, gripping her chest from shouting so much.

?Look, whatever, just don?t expect us two to come with you, I don?t want anything to do with that jackass? she said to him, moving her fingers between Mark and herself when she said two.

?Fine!? Purity replied, knowing that Karen was bluffing. She slumped back on her bed in a strop and stopped the conversation there. Grudgingly, Karen started to discuss the prospect of re-meeting with Micky.

?I?m Ok, Just Go away and into distance let me fade? - Invisible Kid, Metallica.

Author Notes: Well, I?d like to think someone would react the same way as Purity would if I were to just run off, but that aint likely, but oh well, my fic, my imagination, my rules :P. Well, next chapter, Micky is all by himself except those cool little candles. I think its time another Pokemon got caught or at least evolves so that might (MIGHT, not will) happen. Oh, by the way, as tempting as it was to kill Purity and Mark I just couldn?t. Would **** up my future plans to much *I have the ending all set out and unfortunately, them two have a part to play, although Purity is starting to **** me off and, well mark is to.*
 
Yeah, you're gonna have to wait until I complete it now, lol, Pokecom is fully up to date with TPM as far as my fic goes now.
 
Chapter 17: Battle Mountain

?Every time I lose myself, you find me, Redefine me? - Redefine, Soil

A yellow taxi pulled up outside Rustboro City Gym. Karen, Pikachu and Purity exited, Purity barely able to walk with her knife injury. They still hadn?t told her parents and she had no intention to, it would be the perfect excuse to make her stop Pokemon training. Mark was totally against the idea of finding Micky, as far as he was concerned he was nothing to him, and despite his liking for Purity there was no way he was gonna endure Micky?s annoying personality, especially after what he?d done to both him and his sister. Karen wasn?t keen on seeing Micky again either, however Purity was starting to grow on her like the sister she never had and although what Micky had done was unjustified, he had saved her life at one stage and the way she saw it, it evened out enough for her to forgive him.

The three of them made their way to the gyms entrance, Pikachu unsure of entering since it was a rock and ground gym and any argument that lead to a fight would result in him losing most likely. The three of them knew there was little chance of Micky being there already but there was no harm in asking. They walked around to the back to enter the reception area. They requested to speak to Roxanne but were told she had yet to arrive at the gym. In a way it was a good sign, Micky wouldn?t have left Rustboro without obtaining the stone badge. Still, now they had to make sure they would know when he did arrive, and they needed Roxanne for that.

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Micky woke to find the sun burning down hard on him. He?d slept on his jacket during the night, his sleeping bag left behind in Grave Mansion accidentally. He boiled himself some water and made a pot noodle for breakfast. He fed the candles some paper, the way they ate apparently, burning paper in their flames. Seemed odd to Micky but it was cheap and efficient. Micky tidied up where he?d been, sorting out his hair and his clothes. He changed from all black to just his boxers, practically walking around naked, the weather too hot for him to be able to wear his clothes.

The mountain path itself was empty. The ground was smooth, covered in smooth sand. It was clearly not designed for cars; a tunnel that went through the mountain served that purpose. It seemed that few people were interested in walking the mountains slopes. Micky however, was interested. He was determined to find another Pokemon, he realised his team was unbalanced, three bug typed Pokemon. I nice strong Rock type would benefit his team greatly and he was determined to find one. The smooth path was fine, but Pokemon wouldn?t take routes like this, they would be in the tough hiking areas, living in caves and thriving in holes and drops.

Eventually, after walking a good half a mile or so of the mountain path, he found a low cliff-face, small enough for him to climb up, only fifteen feet or so. He directed the candles to float up top as he started to climb, gripping the pale brown stones that stuck out as stepping stones to the above. It took Micky about half a minute to finally grip the top of the cliff face. He could feel grass and mud on his fingers as he tried to swing his right leg up. He finally hooked himself on top of the cliff and rolled to his side, his practically naked body covered in sand from the climb. When he finally got his feet he knew he?d found what he wanted. His eyes saw what appeared to be natural stone pillars, six of them. He took a close look at them. They were about ten feet tall marked in what appeared to be Braille, language of the blind. The six pillars were surrounding a big giant rock which looked like a cave with no entrance. There were two pillars at the front, one on either side and to at the back, seeming to be in perfect symmetry.

Micky circle the thing several times but eventually gave up. If he wanted to get in this cave he?d have to use Pokemon. He reached to his bag, removing his Pokeball belt. He threw his four Pokeballs one at a time, first releasing Scy, then Strider, then Free and finally Kotaro. ?Free, Strider, Solarbeam!? Micky ordered. ?Kotaro, Shadow Ball! Scy, Silver Wind!? His Pokemon gave him a look that said ?you gotta be kidding!? Micky looked at them for a moment in confusion, almost as if he were demanding them to explain why they wouldn?t. ?Guys!? Micky shouted in frustration. His Pokemon still refused to attack the large rock. Enraged by their disobedience, Micky withdrew his Pokemon back to their Pokeballs and slung his Pokeball belt over his shoulder, tying it around his arm. He flicked his hair back in anger and spat to the ground. He knew a powerful Pokemon had to be inside that cave. Anything with Braille inscriptions and six stone pillars surrounding it had to be worth catching. Micky started to walk away from the rock, continuing to move away from the cliff-face he?d climbed in search of a rock Pokemon.

?You shouldn?t be disturbing great Pokemon? a familiar voice called. He knew immediately who it was by the smug, self-absorbed sound of his voice. ?Your Pokemon know that and so should you? he continued, speaking like he was some great professor of Pokemon. Micky turned to face him. He was successful at matching the voice to the person. Standing there, atop the rock that stood about fifteen feet in the air was the creepy sadistic face of his rival Shane. His pointy nose and evil smirk making Micky want to smash his face to pieces with his hands, still covered in dried blood from the previous day. He jumped down the fifteen feet of the rock and landed perfectly on his feet, only a few feet from Micky. He was dressed well for the weather. Wearing pale green shorts that revealed his incredibly hair legs. His shirt was like that of an archaeologist?s, a short sleeved cr?me t-shirt. All he needed was the hat and a camera and he?d be perfect for the look. Even his Pokeball belt was like an archaeologist?s, pale brown. Micky could see seven Pokeballs attached to that very belt. Not a good sign for Micky to see his rival so far ahead in Pokemon, still, Micky knew it was always quality over quantity seeing as the longest battle they could have was four on four. ?Miss me?? Shane smirked sarcastically.

?Oh yeah dude, I missed you loads!? Micky replied sarcastically. ?How did I last so long without having a thorn in my side?? he questioned rhetorically at his rival. ?Let me guess, you want to battle, seeing as me and you are one a piece.? Micky really had too much on his mind to be able to focus on a battle. Although he hid it, he was deeply worried and depressed by her condition, however, as a training he could not reject a battle challenge should Shane propose it, and Micky knew he would. The floating candles circled above Micky?s head like a halo as though they were reading his depressed thoughts.

?You?re running out of insults dude, you only managed to piece together a crappy sentence. I am disappointed with you? he said sarcastically.

?Oh you have me so wrong Shane? Micky replied. ?It?s not that I can?t find insults for you, it?s just there are so many that if I were to list them all I?d be here for years, and unlike you, I have things to do with my life!?

?Ouch Ouch!? Shane replied with total sarcasm. ?So harsh dude, so harsh! One thing though. What?s with the lack of clothes? I mean, come on!? he started to laugh. ?You should be trying to hide that little thing, not trying to get him out!?

?And you think I?m harsh?? Micky replied, continuing the tradition of sarcasm as he raised his eyebrow. ?A shot below the belt, dude, I am ashamed of you.?

Shane just smirked and shook his head at Micky. ?Come on dude, let?s get this battle started. Here, I?ll even make this easy on you, seeing as you lack talent, I?ll send my Pokemon out first giving you a chance to select a Pokemon with a type advantage.? Shane had already observed which Pokemon Micky had from atop the rock and he knew what Pokemon to use. A nice strong fire type could handle three of his Pokemon so he knew Micky would send out his Ponyta just so he didn?t get the type advantage. His Magby had the power to destroy the fragile pony with ease so he chose his Magby. He threw his half red half white orb to the ground and from out of the pink-red see-through glow came his two foot tall fire Pokemon.

?How predictable? Micky smirked. ?And now I suppose I?m supposed to throw out my Ponyta??

?Makes sense don?t it?? Shane said.

?Yeah, don?t it just? Micky said. Micky removed a Pokeball from the belt tied to his left shoulder. Shane narrowed his eyes onto it as if to say ?what you waiting for, just send that **** pony out already? but Micky wanted to let him bask in his own confidence. Micky remembered how Kotaro destroyed the fire types in Lavaridge gym and he knew there was no way Shane could have been s skilled as Flannery. Micky spat to his right before throwing his Pokeball forward, only an inch away from Magby?s face. The glow took shape and formed his underestimated bug Kotaro. He let out a small chirp as Micky picked up his Pokeball, Shane looking in shock at Micky?s choice.

?Um, dude, you wanna rethink your choice?? he said, his plan completely shattered. He now had to revert back to his spray the bug in flames tactic.

?Nah? Micky said. ?Kotaro, Dig!? Micky ordered, not giving Shane a moment to think out his new plan.

?What?!? Shane shouted. ?You gimp, we haven?t even started properly. We aint even decided how many Pokemon we?re using!? Shane complained, knowing that even his flamethrower plan was screwed until the bug rose to the ground again, and chances were he?d get the advantage by getting a cheap shot in.

?Ok, how does four on four sounds?? Micky said quickly, brushing some sand off of his shoulders.

?Fine? Shane said shaking his head with wide eyes as if to say ?that all you gotta say for yourself you cheating bastard.?

?Great, Kotaro, Mind Reader!? Micky shouted, loud enough for the bug to hear beneath the dirt. Although it appeared that nothing had happened, Magby knew his mind was being read and that his position on the ground had been identified. He started leaping around, hoping that Kotaro would rise up and miss him as he jumped.

?Magby!? Shane thought for a moment about what he could do. ?Endure!? Magby stopped his prancing about now focused on toughening his body to take the hit he was about to receive.

?Kotaro!? Micky shouted. ?Surface Cut!? he shouted. Kotaro twirled himself to the surface of the grassy ground, leaping out just behind Magby and slashing his foe?s back with his right claw. Magby let out a growl of pain, his mind still focused on surviving the attack. The blood started to spray from Magby?s spine like it were leaving a hose. Kotaro?s attack had hit a major blood vessel in Magby?s back and unconsciousness would arrive soon to the fire type. Shane had too much pride to let his Pokemon go down without a fight.

?Magby, Ember!? He ordered, knowing he could take down the bug in one shot if it hit. As much pain as Magby was in, he took in a deep breath.

?Protect!? Micky ordered just before Magby let out his breath. A line of fire shot from Magby?s mouth at Kotaro, only to be met by a see-through jade green protective sphere that surrounded the bug. The flames got absorbed into the shield and failed to have any effect on the bug. Micky smiled a self-pleased smirk before ordering his Nincada to use ?Fa?ade.? The bug?s body glowed a bright white before leaping at the bleeding Magby. The sheer speed of the bug knocked Magby to the ground. He jumped about a foot away and narrowed his eyes on his target, awaiting orders. Magby tried to rise to his knee?s but he just slipped on the soft grass, breathing out a small puff of black smoke from his mouth.

?Kotaro!? Micky shouted, more of a warning Shane to withdraw his Pokemon order rather than a start to an order he was going to give to his Pokemon.

Shane let out a breath of disappointment as he withdrew his Pokemon. ?You cheated dude, that?s the only reason why you won? Shane said, trying to hide his embarrassment at losing when he had the type advantage. ?Grovyle, go!? he shouted. He now sent out his two foot tall grass gecko, seeming like it were a bird with it?s wing like arms that would shoot leaves at his foe. The bug and grass type glared at each other for a short time, awaiting their orders. Grovyle heard the commotion from his Pokeball and felt a certain respect for his foe. Overcoming his disadvantage, something even he doubted he could do.

Finally, the tension starting to bug Micky, he decided on his order. ?Kotaro? Micky growled, pointing his finger forward like a fascist, letting the sweat exit his pores as the sun boiled down hard on him. ?Silver Wind!? he ordered.

?Agility!? Shane ordered to his Pokemon, not wasting any time. The Nincada?s eyes started to twinkle as his claws shimmered a silvery green as the gecko started to run circles around his foe, preparing to avoid the attack he would soon receive.

?Mind Reader!? Micky ordered yet again. Kotaro was having a difficult time now. Not only did he have to focus on preparing the silver wind, he also had to read his foes mind to determine his position. Realising his mind was being read, Grovyle used his sharp claws to scurry up one of the stone pillars before leaping to the top of the large stone tomb. This was only a minor set-back for Kotaro. He aimed his claws towards the top of the large rock and readied himself to scatter silver wind cuts across Grovyle as soon as he came into range.

?Solarbeam!? Shane ordered. Ignoring the fact that he was likely to be hit by Silver Wind, Grovyle leapt from the top of the rock using his lightning fast speed to totally avoid the spot Kotaro was aiming for. The sun bore down so hard that it was only a matter of seconds before Grovyle had absorbed enough solar energy to fire a huge beam at Kotaro. As he past over Kotaro he took the light in using his leafed wings. As he landed he rolled himself into a turn and face Kotaro who had already turned to face his foe. He was met by a long beam of yellow light that twirled majestically in the split second it took to hit it?s target. The Nincada went flying back ,the force of the light beam sending him back first into the giant rock. The huge blast stopped after a few seconds, allowing the Nincada to slide down the rock?s face, letting it slowly roll to the grassy floor in an unconscious mess.

?****!? Micky cursed loudly, completely shocked that this happened. Micky was now left with the choice of three Pokemon. His Ponyta, Strider, would have the type advantage but she lacked experience and was likely to be outrun by this Pokemon. Free on the other hand had plenty of experience prior to her capture and during the time Micky had her, however she had no true advantage over her foe. Then it came to his psychotic Scyther, Scy. Not once had he won a battle when used by Micky, but Micky knew if Scy could keep his temper he?d be able to pull off a win against Grovyle. Determined to make this successful, he spat to the side and brushed his hair back, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he did. He removed Scy?s ball from his shoulder and threw it to the ground, letting him take his full form at just above six feet tall.

?Still got that piece of crap with you?? Shane smirked, knowing that if he could enrage this Pokemon it would make victory so much easier. Scy growled and narrowed his eyes on Shane, looking at him as if he could be another victim of his scythe. Unfortunately, he had given up that life, his respect for Micky made him feel that it was his duty to protect him, and that was a full time job. Shane?s hairstyle and evil look reminded him so much of his former trainer, so focused on becoming the best that he had no care for anyone else. He would put him in his place, he had to prove to Micky he was a worthy Pokemon as well as destroy his foe. ?Quick Attack!? Shane shouted to his Pokemon. Both Micky had Scy were completely unfocused and within a second of receiving his order, Grovyle had knocked his opponent to the floor, using all his speed to his advantage. Scy got back to his feet as quickly as he could, but he wasn?t fast enough. Using his right, wing-like arm, Grovyle threw his body at the waist of Scy like he were a spear and took the giant mantis off of his feet and back to the floor, skidding himself back to his feet.

?Scy, Double Team!? Before pulling himself to his feet, Scy figured out what he was going to do. Grovyle charged at him again but this time Scy flew above him, letting the gecko?s momentum send rolling along the ground. When Grovyle got back to his feet he was met by three Scyther?s. Or what appeared to be three Scyther?s. The nature of double team was for the Pokemon to leave an image of itself in a place it was. It was rare for a Pokemon to be able to use this technique and Micky had only recently learned of it, but he was already pleased with how it was working. Grovyle had no idea which to aim for and looked over to Shane for advice.

?Attack the middle one!? Shane shouted. Grovyle speared his body at the centre image of Scyther but went right through it. He landing on his side, scraping his back along the ground. The middle Scyther was now gone, leaving him with a choice of two others. Both Shane and Micky had no idea which one was Scy, he moved too quickly for them to get a good look. Shane ordered Grovyle to aim for the one on his left. Grovyle again attacked in his spear like quick attack but again went right through it. This time he was more hesitant in his attack and lowered his momentum enough to avoid falling to the ground.

?Ok! Scy, now hit that thing with an Ariel Ace!? Micky ordered. The Scyther didn?t move an inch. ?Scy!? Micky shouted desperately.

?Guess he doesn?t like taking orders? Shane laughed. ?Grovyle, hit him with a Double-edge!? Shane ordered. Grovyle had no hesitance in his attack. He took aim and fired his body at the Scyther skull first. Again he went directly through the Scyther, so much momentum in his attack that he went sliding almost six metres. Both Micky and Shane looked on in confusion as the Scyther illusion disappeared from view. Grovyle pulled himself to his feet, his back bleeding from the speed of him scraping along the ground. ?What the **** do you think your playing at Micky!? Shane shouted desperately, never encountering something like this.
 
?Scy!? Micky called out confused. ?Where are you??

?If that piece of crap don?t show itself when I count to ten, you can consider it disqualified!? Shane shouted, convince Micky had cheated and withdrew him to his Pokeball. ?One!? Shane counted slowly. ?Two!? he continued, narrowing his eyes on Micky?s Pokeball belt, expecting to see Micky throw him out again, caught red-handed cheating. Grovyle?s focus was where Shane?s was, focused on Micky?s Pokeballs. ?Three!?

?Scyther!? a sadistic voice hissed. The three of them started to look around in circles, wandering where he?d popped out of.

?Scy!? Micky shouted, now positive he was going to win, happy knowing his Pokemon hadn?t chickened out and ran. ?Ariel Ace!? he ordered. Grovyle looked around desperately, awaiting an attack from the giant mantis. From the corner of his eye, Shane spotted the glint of the metal coat upon Scy from the top of the rock.

?There he is!? Shane shouted, pointing to the top of the rock trying to get Grovyle prepared. Shane was too late though. Scy glided down from the rock swiftly and cut across Grovyle?s face as he flew past him. Grovyle fell back and done a backwards roll before landing flat on his stomach, taken out by shock and power. Blood leaked from his cheek from where the scythe caught his face. Scy now prepared to stab right through the spine of this Pokemon. He was going to put this Grovyle out of action permanently. He gave Shane a look as if to say ?You want this thing to last any longer, I suggest you withdraw him now!? Shane was having none of it, shouting at his Pokemon to get back up. Scy had been in the same position as Grovyle before, belonging to a trainer who cared more about victories than his Pokemon?s health. He hated to punish Grovyle but it was the only way to teach a lesson to Shane. Scy sharpened his right scythe and flew up to the air, about twenty feet above Grovyle?s body. The gecko could barely squirm, trying to rise to his feet only to fall back to the ground. Shane had one last chance to withdraw his Pokemon but he didn?t. Scy took only a second to drop his scythe down the twenty feet right into Grovyle?s back. Grovyle cried in pain as blood started to squirt from his back. He continued to cry until he began to cough up blood. Scy forgot how much he enjoyed this, the cry of others, maybe belonging to Micky wasn?t such a bad idea.

Micky turned away at the sight of the blood spurting from Grovyle?s back. Scy pulled his scythe from Grovyle?s back and licked the blood from it. Shane had no choice but to withdraw his Pokemon back to his Pokeball. ?Your sick!? Shane spat at Micky. ?What kinda **** has a Pokemon like that!? he shouted in disgust, knowing if it were him he?d be happy to have a Pokemon like that, but this wasn?t him, it was Micky and to him it wasn?t fair. ?Hey! Asshole? Shane shouted at Scy. ?Try cutting this!? he shouted, throwing a Pokeball forward.

The Pokeball split open and the red glow took form. The creature stood at about three feet tall, although standing on all fours. Her body was at least a metre and a half in length. Her body was arched, from front to tail it was scaled in silver metal, each new scale spiked with a rounded lump with two black holes on either side as though it required screws to keep the plates on. Beneath these metal scales was a dark grey rock body, with four equally sized legs. Around her each ankle was a metal line, beneath those were her feet, each with three silver toes. She opened her mouth to growl revealing a pink tongue, not what Micky expected. Her eyes were a steel-cold blue, targeting on Micky for some reason.

?Scy!? Micky had to think what he could do to this. It was obvious that something made of steel wouldn?t be easy to cut. On the other hand, charging into it would probably fail as well.

?Lairon! Rock Slide!? Shane ordered before Micky could even think of a move to use. Lairon opened her huge mouth and from within it she fired several small rocks at Scy. The sheer force of the rocks made them smash on impact. Scy showed clear signs of being affected. He clenched his eyes shut as three of the rocks smashed on his skull, one of them busting a hole in his head. Scy fell to his knee?s, disorientated from the numbness caused by the adrenaline rushing to his head. ?Now, Tackle!? he ordered. Micky was still clueless as to what he should order. Lairon charged her heavy body into Scy?s ribs. He was too disorientated to move out of the way and was knocked to the ground, the heavy Lairon using her front left foot to crush Scy?s ribs. Unlike Shane, Micky wasn?t going to let his Pokemon suffer. Much to Scy?s dismay, Micky withdrew him back to his Pokeball.

Micky took a moment to brush his hair back and re-think his strategy. He needed something that was fast but relied on attacks that worked effectively against metal. He knew the perfect choice. Fire was good against metal and ponies outrun huge chunks of rock and metal so he threw to what was Shane and Micky?s battlefield his fire pony. As she was released she twisted her neck side to side and puffed out some smoke from her nostrils. ?Strider! Ember!? Micky ordered. In no time Strider had fired three balls of fire at her foes face. Lairon just closed her eyes and let the fireballs explode on her skull. Small black burn marks remained on her skull but she showed no sign of being harmed.

?Water Pulse!? Shane shouted. Micky doubted the big chunk of metal would be able to do that but he was in for a huge shock. Lairon gaped open her huge mouth a fired a thick spray of water towards Strider. The pony dodged the attack just in time.

?Strider!? Micky shouted. ?Flamethrower!? Strider ran towards Lairon?s side and sprayed a long line of flames at the chunky metal and rock side of Lairon. A huge circle of burn marks formed on her side as the flamethrower stopped. Still, Lairon showed no sign of give and waddled her body to face her foe.

?Earthquake!? Shane shouted. Lairon used her forelegs to push her self onto her two hind legs, holding the standing position for a few seconds before finally slamming her two front legs to the ground. Cracks moved swiftly in a straight line towards Strider. The line of broken ground stopped about a metre away from Strider as the ground beneath her seemed to crack in a large circle around her, jolting upwards before falling apart in two semi-circled pieces with the Pony trapped in between the two. The sheer force of the attack had the pony disorientated and injured, not to mention trapped. ?Now, Skull Bash!? The pony, her sides scarred, tried to use her three free legs to pull her left hind ankle from the ground but to no avail. Lairon lowered her head to the point she could barely see where she was headed, relying on the fact that she?d already taken aim and was only going to run in a straight line, her foe not going anywhere. With one last desperate attempt to save herself, Strider sprayed a long line of fire towards her foe as she charged forward. Lairon charged oblivious to the flames that burned her skull. Micky had no choice but to return her, bringing her back to her Pokeball just in time to save her from being hit by the burnt skull of Lairon.

Micky had no choice left now, he had to send Free out. He slung the Pokeball forward as his Butterfree shot out, as chirpy as ever, floating circles around and around. ?Free, Sleep Powder!? Micky ordered, not giving her time to enjoy the fresh air outside her Pokeball and not giving Lairon a second to take aim on her opponent. Butterfree above Lairon dropping a thick fog of green mist that held small silvery spores. By the time all the spores had hit the ground Lairon had her eyes clenched shut, totally asleep, rolling to her side as though she wanted her tough belly rubbed. Free wasn?t going to grant that. By instinct of battle orders she?d received previously, she started up Silver Wind. Her wings began to glow the golden colour they always did before she finally started to flap her wings hard, sending the small cuts of light towards Lairon. Each leaf shaped Silver Wind cut through the tough stomach of Lairon as blood began to trickle from her wounds. Micky smirked as the helpless chunk of metal lay their, receiving the torture Free laid upon her. Shane didn?t need to be told, he knew Lairon wasn?t waking up any time soon and unlike his treatment of Grovyle, he withdrew her.

Free flew around celebrating her triumph, her wings singing soulfully, flicking between their usual white colour, to a glowing purple to a glowing green, as though she were trying to intimidate Shane. Shane knew that he needed something fast to take down this Pokemon and he knew the perfect choice. His newly evolved Golbat, evolving from his Zubat in Lavaridge Gym. He through the Pokeball forward, his Pokemon breaking out of it before it hit the ground. From out of the Pokeball came a huge bat, at least five foot in height, each wing about two feet in length however only one foot in height. Just like Zubat, her body was mostly a pale purple, her wings a light violet on the inside but the same pale purple on the outside. Most of her body was her mouth, stretching at least four feet of her five foot tall body. Inside this mouth Micky could clearly make out a long black tongue and two huge white fangs on the upper and lower parts of her jaw. She had two thin legs with wide, yet thin feet, designed for balance most likely. Her ears were tiny, just tiny triangular lumps sticking out of her head. Unlike when she was a less evolved Zubat, she had eyes now, white circles with a black bead in the centre, the gift of sight pretty pathetic since she saw only in black and white, but still she had never experienced any better and to her this was a brilliant new sense. She decided to stand on the ground and wait for an order, rocking from side to side, balancing on one foot at a time, wrapping her wings around her body, hiding her mouth.

?Golbat! Poison Fang!? Shane ordered. In no time the bat was off of the ground and flying, her fangs dripping a purple liquid.

?Free, dodge it and Stun Spore!? Micky ordered. Just like she was told, Free flew to her side, leaving a yellow powder in Golbat?s way. Golbat?s mouth was stretched so wide that there was no avoiding the spore for her. As she flew through the yellow powder she breathed in some of the silvery spores into her lungs, hidden away at the back of her throat. Her lungs being so tiny, they filled up with the spore fast and started to pump them around her body, assuming it was air. Golbat felt her body stiffen as the spores circulated around her body. She gagged, trying to throw them up, but to no avail. She dropped down to the ground, trying to shake off the stiffness in her body. ?Now, Double-Edge!? Micky ordered.

?Sludge Bomb!? Shane shouted as a retaliation order. Free glided down as fast as she could, her skull a battering ram, powered by her own speed instead of toughness. She wasn?t met with what she wanted. Golbat spat a thick purple liquid over Free as she glided towards her and dived out of the way just in time to let Free ram the ground head first, fortunately she landed in grass and didn?t take too much damage. Still, she was blinded by the hot acid that burned her skin. She clenched her eyes shut, knowing if any got into her eyes blindness would follow unless she got major surgery quickly.

Body still stiff, Golbat waddled over to the poison soaked Free, jaws gaped wide open, ready to finish her order from earlier, a deadly poison fang. Her mouth was so wide that she could probably fit Free inside it, however all she had to target was a vein. She considered this revenge, Free put a paralysis spore in her bloodstream, she?d put toxins in Free?s. All four fangs leaking poison, she clamped down on Free?s body, targeting two different veins on her back. Free cried out in pain as Golbat clamped down on her and Micky knew the severity of the attack. He withdrew her before Golbat could even open her mouth to let Free out. It pained Micky to admit defeat but he had to, his Pokemon was going to faint quite soon if let out of her Pokeball any longer, at least inside her Pokeball the poison would be slowed. Typically, Shane was very happy about his victory, a huge smirk all over his face when Micky withdrew his Pokemon. Shane withdrew his Golbat to her Pokeball, still smiling all over.

Clapping could be heard in the distance along with the flapping of wings. Both Micky and Shane tuned their attention back towards the giant stone tomb. Sitting there, still clapping his hands slowly was Micky?s good old friend. Standing next to his Pidgeot stood Peter, no change in his appearance aside from his clothing. He smirked at Micky?s failure, finding it funny that his friend was so far behind him. ?Still an amateur Micky!? he smirked sarcastically. ?And who?s this then?? he said, his attention now turned to the person who defeated his friend.

?Shane, and who the **** are you?? he replied, not welcoming Peter at all, considering how patronising he was to both him and Micky.

?He?s my friend Peter? Micky sighed. ?And despite the asshole personality he is still my best friend? he continued.

?And why am I not surprised that you?re friend would be an asshole? Shane replied sarcastically.

Peter jus laughed at the two?s behaviour. He could tell immediately these two were rivals. It was pretty standard for a trainer to find another trainer of similar level to compete with often. Clearly, Micky was the weaker trainer, though he had only seen the last battle of the two. What Shane and Micky?s purpose for being here was he didn?t know, however his purpose for being here was to visit the tomb of a Regi, one of three tombs that no one could open. ?So, what are you two jackass?s doing here?? Peter asked bluntly, curious to how these two ended up in the same place.

?Passing by? Micky said.

?Meditating? Shane replied. Peter laughed at this, he was not one to take stuff like meditation seriously.

?Well, why we?re here, any of you two up for an *** kicking? Or in your case Micky, another one.? Micky really didn?t like Peter?s cocky attitude, he knew full well he had a five year head start and in anything else Micky would easily kick his *** all over the place.

?Well, your friend just had all four of his Pokemon destroyed by me so I guess it?s me and you isn?t it.?

?I guess so? Peter replied. The both of them gripped at a Pokeball, Peter not going to start with his Pidgeot, as much pride as he held in her, he wasn?t sure it was a smart idea to send out a Pokemon that this guy knew about.

?Hold on a sec? Micky shouted. ?Last time I checked you were *****ing that we didn?t say how many Pokemon we were using Shane? Micky said smugly.

?One on One fine with you?? Shane asked to Peter.

?Just fine? he replied.

?Well, go!? Micky said sarcastically, making his way towards the stone tomb, hopping onto Pidgeot asking him to fly him up to the top so he could get a good look at the battle. Pidgeot seemed to like Micky?s logic and stayed up their with him as the battle was about to commence.

****

Purity and Karen had waited for two hours until finally, Roxanne arrived. ?You here for a battle?? Roxanne said sweetly, finding it cute to find the two of them laying there in a deep sleep on a couch, using one another as a pillow.

?What?? Purity muttered, still regaining consciousness from her sleep.

?Are you here for a battle?? Roxanne repeated, leaning over to her ear so she could hear her better.

?Huh?? It took her a moment to process what she said, her mind moving slower than usual. ?Oh, no, I already beaten you? she said shaking her head.

?Is your friend here for one?? she said, looking over to Karen who was still out of it.

?No, we?re waiting for a friend to turn up. We were going to ask you for a favour? she said.

?What kind of favour?? Roxanne replied, a little annoyed at Purity?s rubbing it in.

?He doesn?t know I?m ok and he stormed off. We think he?s coming here for a battle and we were hoping you could give us a call if he came. We?re worried about him, he?s in quite a state? she said.

?Oh, of course? Roxanne replied, quite willing to help. ?What?s his name??

?Michael Hardy, he?s got black hair, a bit less than six foot.?

?Ok? she replied. ?I?ll tell my receptionist to inform me if a Michael Hardy signs up for a battle. What?s your number?? she asked.

?It?s 0783459786? she replied, her number memorised. ?Thanks? she said, still a bit blurry from lack of sleep.

?No problem? Roxanne replied nicely, wandering over to her receptionist to give her the information.

?Come on Karen? Purity said, shaking her friend awake.

?Keep Searching, this search goes on? - Frantic, Metallica

Oh well, this chapter was going to include the Peter vs. Shane battle but it was getting a bit long so I figured I?d post it as it is and do the next battles in the next chapter. I found this chapter quite easy to write, things are starting to pick up IMO, and now we know the Regis are in the fic as well as the legendary birds, may as well have them in it, getting a little legend heavy but you guys know full well the end of the world is going to happen in this fic and we need plenty of all-powerful-Pokemon trying to stop Rayquaza don?t we? Anyways, the next chapter will come along soon, after all, the rate I?m going at this fic will be done by summer holidays.
 
Chapter 18: Battle of the Best

?One, Two, Three Go!? - Step Up, Drowning Pool

Two red and white orbs landed on the grass and sent out their respective Pokemon. From Peter?s a Pokemon known as Swampert emerged. A Pokemon that stood at five foot tall and at least a two hundred pounds of sheer muscle. Her head was wide and oval shaped, like an egg on it?s side. Her head was a sea blue which carried two large fins above her head that were a much darker navy blue. Her eyes were yellow with black pupils that gave the cold look hatred. Out of her two cheeks stuck out two giant orange whiskers, most likely for underwater swimming. She had two muscular arms of sea blue, each having two orange fins sticking out of the lower part of the arm, just above her three fingered hands. Her stomach was wide yet flat, a pale grey, however this colour was only found at her front. Two thick muscular legs stuck out on her sides, now back to the sea blue colour. The orange fins were also on her legs, probably to help her swimming. Finally, at the back of her body was a huge fin like tail, it?s length the same as the height of her body, about five feet and very thick, probably a very powerful battle weapon. Micky had seen this Pokemon before, used in Fortree Gym. Whether Peter would use similar tactics as the trainer of it when Micky saw it remained to be seen.

Shane?s Pokemon was human shaped and stood at about four feet tall, an Alakazam, something Micky became familiar with in Fortree Gym. He was nothing like a human other than how he stood however. He had sharp pointy gold ears, a gold face, a sharp pointy nose just like his ears. He had a white moustache which curled downwards. It was a long moustache stretching down as far as his thin gold neck. From there his body became a thin shape. On him were brown plates that appeared to be armour on certain parts of his body. On his shoulders, chest and knees. In his human like hands he 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 his mind from what Micky understood about Psychics.

Both Micky and Pidgeot who was next to him knew this would be an interesting battle, two fully evolved Pokemon in the hands of very capable trainers. ?Oh the tension? Micky said sarcastically, taking the **** out of their waiting ,letting their Pokemon get a good look at each other and determine their strengths and weakness?.

?Alakazam! Ice Punch!? he ordered. Alakazam tossed the silver spoon in his right hand into the air and clenched his right hand in a fist as it started to glow an ice blue. He charged forward at Swampert, ready to launch his attack.

?Swampert! Protect!? Shane ordered. Swampert pushed her right hand forward as a see-through green see-through shield formed in front of her, Alakazam?s punch shattering on the screen, the ice on his fist breaking on the screen. He fell back on the floor *** first, the spoon he?d levitated falling on his head due to loss of concentration. He reached for the spoon but only to be met by Swampert stamping her left foot on top of it, gazing down on the fallen Alakazam. Using his Psychic powers he sent her flying back, making her stumble backwards upon landing. Quickly he grabbed the silver spoon in his right hand.

?Kinesis!? Shane shouted. Micky and Pidgeot stood in awe of this move. Alakazam slung the silver spoon from his left hand towards Swampert?s head. It cracked in between her two eyes and landed on the floor. Alakazam drew the spoon back to his hand with his psychic powers and turned his head to Shane for an order. ?Blaze Kick!? he shouted. His right foot started to glow white, around his ankles fire began to start as he ran towards Swampert, lifting his right foot forward and leaping up, kicking him around the face, leaving a black mark from the burn around her cheeks.

?Swampert, Ocean Surf!? Peter shouted. Alakazam tried to block the attack but to no avail. A huge spray of navy blue water that knocked Alakazam to the floor and kept him there until he was released from the powerful blast that left the bowels of Swampert. ?Body Slam!? Peter continued, knowing he could pounce on the moment. Swampert put her arms out on either side and dropped on top of Alakazam belly first, crushing him under her two-hundred pound weight.

When she rose back up to her feet Alakazam was gripping his ribs in pain, trying to roll onto his feet. ?Psychic!? He shot his right hand forward and pushed Swampert back again, taking the time to rise to his feet before shooting her back once more.

?Confusion!?

?Focus Punch!?

Shane and Peter spoke in unison. And their Pokemon reacted similarly. Swampert?s eyes glinted as she took aim on Alakazam. At the same time, Alakazam?s eyes closed as what appeared to be a twirling see-through black hole hit Swampert?s face. She fell to the ground, her focus shattered, landing hard on her huge tail.

?Now, Thunder Punch!? Shane ordered, seeing now to be the perfect chance to destroy his opponent?s Swampert. Alakazam ran forward, right hand freed of the silver spoon that was now levitating in the air, sparks of yellow escaping his clenched fist.

?Ocean Surf!? Peter ordered again. Confusion was easily seen in Swampert?s eyes, the blast of psychic power messing with her mind. She tried to focus on her foe that was charging towards her but to no avail. She sprayed her foamy water in a completely different direction. Alakazam saw her use of the move as a blessing and shoved his fist into her throat, the electricity conducting and entering her bowels, shocking her insides. Alakazam leapt away from her as she started to cough, her insides suffering a strong electric current that torn at her organs. A white foam started to escape her mouth, before a load of a liquid brown dirt was thrown up, almost like liquid mud. She fell to the ground, coughing up more of this liquid mud. She turned her gaze to Alakazam who was standing waiting for an order. Micky didn?t think this would be happening. Someone who had completely the Hoenn Region Badge collection being beaten by someone who had about as much experience as Micky, well at least that?s what Micky assumed.

When the battle looked like it was finished, Swampert shocked all five of them. She sprayed the liquid mud at Alakazam, soaking him in wet dirt, blinding him long enough for Swampert to get the advantage. Without waiting for an order, Swampert pounded her muscular right fist to the ground, sending crack lines speedily towards Alakazam, the crack stopping a foot in front of him as the ground below him jolted up before falling in half, just like what happened to Strider, the move classified as ?Earthquake.? Alakazam fell down, just like Strider, he got trapped in between the two broken semi-circles, unlike Strider, it wasn?t his foot, it was his long moustache. ?Nice One!? Micky shouted out to Peter and Swampert. Micky was almost positive Swampert smiled at him, liking to be cheered on.

?Alakazam!? Shane shouted to his Pokemon. ?Get up!? Alakazam looked over to him as if to say ?you get trapped in this and try and get out.?

?Swampert, finish it off with one more Ocean Surf!? Peter shouted, knowing this finally blow would end the battle. Swampert tried to focus her insides properly, even though they were torn and ripped, the two different stomachs mixing their fluids, she managed to pull off what looked to be the same move she?d pulled off before, firing a long twirling spray of navy blue water at Alakazam, the force of it ripping him out of the crack and sending him skidding along the ground. Dirty and wet, Alakazam still managed to pull himself up, however he was met with another ?Ocean Surf? that pushed him back to the ground, taking him down from the legs, his head cracking hard on the wet muddy grass. ?Crush Claw!? Peter finally ordered. She carried out this order, slamming her right palm straight into Alakazam?s face, pushing his head deep into the mud, clearly unconscious. ?You want to do the count Micky?? Peter smirked, now just rubbing it in Shane?s face that he?d lost.

Micky was all for Peter?s cockiness when it wasn?t directed at him and felt like rubbing it in Shane?s face that he?d lost. ?One!? Micky said sarcastically, sticking out his right index finger to indicate where he?d counted to. ?Two? he said at least five seconds after his first count. Shane took the hint and knew his Alakazam wasn?t rising to his feet any time soon. Grudgingly, he withdrew Alakazam back to his Pokeball.

?Yeah Yeah!? Shane shouted over to Micky. ?You seem to be forgetting who kicked who?s *** five minutes ago!? he continued, determined to bring Micky?s mood as low as his was.

?We have a nice set of battle?s going on here, mind if I join in?? a voice shouted from above. This was the first time the group had actually looked to the sky. Up there they could see some form of dragon flying in circles, his shadow now visible as it blocked the sun out on the floor below. Slowly, the dragon circled his way down towards the ground until a person became visible on his back. The dragon slowly dropped to the ground, letting his trainer hop off. He was much shorter than all three of the trainers, standing at about five foot three inches, maybe four. He carried dark brown shaggy hair, looking like he?d never cut it in his life. He was of white skin just like the others, hazel peepers below his brown eyebrows. His body was pretty average in size, nothing too muscular but nothing too puny. He was definitely dressed for the occasion, wearing grey shorts, a camouflage shirt and a brown backpack.

His Dragon also looked designed for the occasion, having a huge Dragonfly as a Pokemon. About seven feet in height, carrying wings of about three feet in length and one foot in height was what looked to be a very powerful Pokemon. At the roof of his head was a long tuff of dark green hair. His eyes were huge and shiny, taking up almost all of his head. They were like two chunks of red amber with a fly in the centre as their pupil. His mouth was rounded at the front, just a slit on his leaf green face. He had a long thin neck of the same colour, ideal for holding when he flew. His neck began to widen about a foot beneath his small bob of a head and at that point his wings appeared. They were both shaped like diamonds, the sharp pointy end attached to what would be counted as his shoulders, although in reality it was like he had no shoulders. Around the outside of these wings was a thick red lining, inside was cameo green skin. His body started to round below the wings, forming something as wide as a horses back, two small tyrannosaurus rex like hands, thin with three claws at the front ,probably too small to be of any use. His legs were big at the thighs, however very tin below that. Upon each thigh, half way up, was dark green skin that looked like a coating of dust. His tail was long, striped with his leaf green skin and his dust-like dark green skin, ending with three leaf like points, each, like his wings, cameo green on the inside, lined with red on the outside.

?Trip Ericson, your next opponent? he greeted himself to Peter, his left hand out for shaking, his right hand withdrawing his dragon back to his Pokeball.

?Peter Mills? Peter replied shaking Trip?s hand. ?Very abrupt and straight to the point aren?t we now? Peter said to him.

?It?s the only way to get things done these days isn?t it? he replied.

?I suppose? Peter replied.

?Hey Hey? Micky shouted, waving both hands like he were trying to land a plane. ?Did I just become invisible??

?Yeah, and what about me?? Shane said loudly.

?No one cares about you? Micky shouted.

?Why don?t we have a Pokemon battle and see who?s cared about then?? Shane shouted.

?Why don?t we have a fist fight and see who comes out on top then?? Micky replied.

?Boys, Boys? Trip said in a calming patronising tone. ?There?s no need to fight? he continue, shaking his head at their childish behaviour. ?You? he said, turning his attention to Shane. ?Who are you??

?Shane Cullen? he replied.

?And you? Guy with so little fashion sense that he can only choose his underwear, who are you? He said to Micky, taking the **** out of the fact he was wondering around in his white boxers.

?I?m Micky Hardy? he spat. ?And you wanna talk about appearance?s?? Micky shouted at him, annoyed with Trip for barging in and taking the **** out of him. ?Let?s ask your barber when you last got that piece of **** on your head cut.?

?You wanna talk about hair cuts?? he replied. ?Why don?t we ask the barber when you last got yours cut, I was a bit turned on until you talked, then I realized you weren't a girl.? he replied.

?Dude Dude? Peter said, getting in between Micky and Trip, despite the distance between them already. ?You really don?t wanna go there? he said. ?He gets well touchy when people diss his hair and he has a great right hook, trust me, I had to get surgery on my jaw? Peter said, remembering when Micky snapped at him when he was drunk.

?Whatever? Trip said.

?Besides, you wanna battle me, he?s the weak one? Peter continued.

?This should be good? Shane laughed, spitting to the floor. ?Battle of the big mouths and small brains.?

Micky actually found this quite funny, something he wished he?d said. ?Kick his *** Pete!? Micky shouted.

?Trust me Micky, the only *** your gonna see kicked is this guys? he said, pointing to Peter.

?That?s yet to be seen hasn?t it? Peter snapped back.

?Three on Three fine with you?? Trip asked.

?You bet? Peter replied. Trip backed off a good distance from Peter, marking the already scarred battlefield which was at least fifteen metres in length. He nodded at Shane as if to say ?**** off boy, this is my spot now!? Shane left the stop, taking a seat next to the rock, not bothering to join his rival Micky or Peter?s Pidgeot.

?Kneazy, go!? Out of Trip?s backpack came a Pokemon. The Pokemon that came out landed on her feet, raising herself upright, standing at about three feet tall. Almost all her body was a dark turquoise. She had tiny thin arms and legs, looking to be very agile. On the ends of both her arms and legs were two sharp grey claws, so agile that she could balance on the point of just one of them. Her head was a sphere, in between her white eyes dotted with red pupils was a golden gem, several black eyelashes curled above either eye. She had two different ears, her right ear was a tiny dark green triangle, the other a large rabbit like ear, blood red in colour. She had a tiny body, barely any fat or muscle on her. On her *** were two blood red tails, leaf shaped, stream-lined in design, matching her agile appearance.

?What the **** is that?? Micky shouted, never seeing anything like it in his life.

?Here? Trip replied, grabbing a red book-like object from his bag and throwing it to Micky.

Micky flicked it open and knew exactly what it was. The dreaded, stale, robotic computer, the Pokedex. He aimed it towards Kneazy and let it talk in it?s annoying voice.
 
Sneasel, the Claw Pokemon. Sneasel scales trees by punching its hooked claws into the bark. This Pokemon seeks out unguarded nests and steals eggs for food while the parents are away.

There was more information but Micky couldn?t stand it?s voice any longer. Micky through the Pokedex back to Trip.

?Pidgeot, go!? Peter shouted. In a moment, Pidgeot shot away from Micky and landed on the battlefield.

??Gee-ot? he chirped.

?Pidgeot! Peck!? Peter shouted.

?Agility!? Trip ordered back. As Pidgeot flew in to poke Kneazy with his beak, the Sneasel leapt to her side. As Pidgeot flew in for another attempt, Kneazy scratched up some mud at flicked it into Pidgeot?s eyes, blinding him until he crashed into the ground. ?Slash!? Kneazy used her long claws to slice into the fallen Pidgeot?s right wing, removing several feathers. ?Fury Swipes!? Trip continued. Using both claws this time, Kneazy cut apart at her foe?s right wing again. Crying in pain, Pidgeot finally flew from the ground, his eyes finally clear enough for him to see where he was going.

?Pidgeot, Tackle!? Peter ordered. Right wing bleeding, Pidgeot flew head first towards the abdomen of his opponent. Again, Kneazy dodged the attack, letting Pidgeot miss.

?Kneazy, Shadow Ball!? Her eyes glinted just before they began to glow red. She made a sphere shape with her hand, creating a black ball as they past over, purple sparks shooting out of it as she sent it firing forward. It exploded on his neck, the purple sparks still remaining, jolting in and out of his neck. ?Now, Sword Dance!? Pidgeot was stunned, his body entering a state of paralysis as he fell to the ground. What looked like swords began clashing together around Kneazy, her eyes glinting at the same time. ?Finish him off with Slash!? Trip ordered.

?Feather Dance!? Peter shouted, much too late. Kneazy had already pounced on top of Pidgeot and had her right hand claws glinting high above her head. She used her left hand to move his head to the side and took aim on a large vein on his neck. Just before she slashed down on his neck, Peter returned his Pidgeot to his Pokeball, throwing another forward.

Out of this Pokeball popped something Micky was familiar with. This Pokemon was huge, looking like it could be ridden. He was six feet tall from his front legs to his head. His body was patterned with tiger stripes, although his actually boy shape was that of a dog. He had a long cr?me mane that moved in the wind like it were fire, stretching from the roof of his head down to in between his two fore legs. His entire face was of the same fur coat. The only change on his face from the fur coat was his ears, just like his body, an orange short fur. He had wolf-like eyes, the look of murder visible in them. He had a wet black nose, just like that of a normal dog. Around all four of his tiger like ankles was more of the flame like fur. His tail was very similar, though on a much larger scale. It stuck up in the air, six feet in the air just like his head, flopping down at the top. Unlike a tiger?s tail, it was much bushier, a huge lump of fur, more like a larger scale of a squirrel?s tail. He opened his mouth to roar ?Arcanine!? revealing a perfect set of teeth. Four major Canine?s sticking out above the others, all a clean white. His tongue stuck out, dripping saliva and sweat probably like other dogs, releasing his sweat by his tongue.

?Return Kneazy!? Trip said, knowing his Pokemon had a type disadvantage. Sneasel, agile as ever made her way to her master?s side in no time. ?Portal, go? he shouted, throwing a red and white orb forward. From within the Pokeball came something very unique. The Pokemon floated in the air, looking like a bunch of different pink and blue polygons put together, about two feet in length and one foot in height. His head was shaped like roughly, multiple sides to it with corners that appeared like they were tidied up with sand-paper. At the tip of his nose was a sky blue polygon, attached perfectly to the rest of his light pink head. He had two white eyes on either side of his head, tiny dots of black on each one. Instead of having a neck, his head was connected to his body by the tip of each polygon, the bottom of his head and the top of his main body. The main polygon of his body was sky blue at the front, however it cut off about one eight of the way into it, a visible line dividing the two different colours, light pink and sky blue. A big stick of sky blue stuck upwards out of the back of his main body?s polygon, much like a tail. On either side of his main body were two equally sized triangular prisms of sky blue. Almost like feet, though he didn?t need them since he was floating. The only part of his body that move was his head. His body stayed stationary, aside from floating through the air.

?Porygon, the Virtual Pokemon? Trip said before Micky could even ask what he was. ?I downloaded him from virtual reality to reality from a computer and caught him on the spot.? Trip then stopped and prepared to give an order. ?Psychic!? he shouted. Portal?s head twirled in unison with both of his leg polygons, the first time Micky had seen his legs moving. He then twirled his entire body whilst spinning his body parts. The twirl from what appeared like a see-through black hole appeared in front of the Porygon before hitting Arcanine. The giant dog stayed his ground although he clearly showed pain from the attack, his eyes shut tightly as if to say ?it?s not there? to the pain. ?Tri Attack!? Trip shouted, following up on his advantage. From the tip of Portal?s nose, three triangles fired, one of red, one of yellow and one of blue. They twirled, forming a triangle shape, leaving behind a trail of red, blue a yellow light before crashing into Arcanine?s face, again forcing his eyes shut but remaining on his spot.

?Arcanine, Fire Blast!? Peter ordered, knowing he wouldn?t win by letting his opponent hit him over and over. Arcanine breathed in hard and fired a huge ball of lava like fire. As the ball hit Portal?s body it exploded into five big liens of fire before dissolving into the air. Almost like an X with an l sticking upwards out of it?s centre. Portal remained in the air, back-flipping as he was hit. ?Extreme Speed!? Seeming like he hadn?t even moved, Arcanine had pounced on top of the Porygon and was biting away at him. It was pretty feeble to try and destroy the Porygon since he wouldn?t bleed, however he could be destroyed and Arcanine was getting pretty close to doing that with his sharp teeth.

?Conversion!? Trip ordered. The Porygon?s body set on fire, huge flames came bursting from his body, shocking Arcanine long enough to set himself free. ?Thunderbolt!? His legs twirling and his head spinning, he began to charge sparks out of his body before he finally fired a beam of yellow light that sparked off electricity. As it hit Arcanine?s face he flinched, originally going for an attack, now having his focus shattered. ?Hyper Beam!? Now this was an attack Micky was rather familiar with, an often used attack in Pokemon battles. Porygon?s nose began to glow a bright white where there was once blue before firing a long beam of white light into Arcanine?s face. From this attack, there was no standing his ground for the large dog. He was knocked to his side as soon as he was hit, sent rolling back several times. Portal?s attack wasn?t finished, rather than continuing to fire in the original direction, he aimed downwards, now hitting his foe whilst he was down. After almost half a minute of the attack Porygon was all powered out. Black marks remained on the orange body of Arcanine, the fire dog still shivering in pain, his eyes half open and half closed as they tried to forget what their body was put through.

?Pete!? Micky shouted. ?This is when you should withdraw your Pokemon!?

Peter hated knowing that Micky was right, but he had to accept it. He took back his injured Arcanine and threw his final choice to the battlefield. ?Heracross, I choose you!? Peter shouted. As the Pokeball set free it?s Pokemon, Trip withdrew his Pokemon, knowing that after a move as power consuming as hyper beam, his Porygon wouldn?t have the strength left to fight on effectively. Peter?s Pokeball revealed a huge human-shaped bug. His Pokemon stood at about two feet shorter than Peter, most of his height being in his foot long horn. This entire Pokemon?s body was pale blue except for his claws which were all bone white. His horn split at the top into two smaller horns that looked like antennas. For most of his horn it was a couple of inches thick. Beneath that horn was his two eyes, the horn just above the centre of both eyes. Both eyes were white with clear black pupils visible, similar size to a human?s. Below the centre of both eyes was his nose, shaped like a pigs except it was blue. To the right a left of his right a left eye respectively, were two ears, although unlike normal ears, they sat atop several inch long sticks and were spherical in shape. His body was like a box, the upper part of his body larger in width than the lower part which was dented with several lines. Two either side of his body, just above the centre of it were two arms, in length they were like a teenagers, although in width they were no bigger than a young child?s. His arms were accompanied by two blades on each arm that stuck out like razors. Two claws were upon his two fingered hands. His legs were pretty similar, long but lacking in size. There was only one razor sharp blade per thigh, and only one toed feet, somehow balancing on one large foot claw, clearly not a Pokemon that was good at his kicks.

?Sleepax! Go!? Trip cried, hurling a different kind of Pokeball. Like most Pokeballs, it?s lower half was white, yet the upper half was black marked with yellow. Still, when it came to releasing it?s Pokemon it was no different. It exploded open, releasing the red blur of light that began to form a Pokemon. At first, all Micky could see was his back, a dark pale blue, topped with cat like ears. This creature?s body consisted mostly of his stomach, Micky could make out a wide stomach even from behind. His arms seeming tiny compared to his body. His arms were just one foot, no bending in the middle, probably making them rather useless. His legs were the same, only a foot in length on his seven foot body, two big foot like feet that kept only three claws but left a circular print on the floor. The creature now turned to face his opponent, his front now coming into sight. His face was strange, fat and chubby with eyes that squinted so tightly that they looked like two small liens on his face. His mouth looked to be smiling, basically like a black slit through his cr?me facial skin, although when his mouth opened to yawn, it turned from a small line to a huge gaping hole that could probably swallow Micky whole. This Pokemon must have had an eating obsession, his stomach was pretty similar to his face. Chubby and rounded in shape, almost like Buddha?s stomach, seeming to connect with his chin being so huge that it hid any sign of a neck. The huge creature that looked to weigh a whole ton dropped onto his huge ***, seeming to make the earth shake as he did.

?Snore? he groaned out of his huge gaping mouth. ?Snore, Snore, Snorlax!? Micky guessed his name was Snorlax or Snore-Snore or something like that, though he was nick named ?Sleepax.?

?Megahorn!? Peter shouted to his Heracross. The giant bug?s horn glowed white as he rammed it forward at the huge stomach of Sleepax. As his two-pointed horn connected with the sumo-like Pokemon he failed to have any visible effect, his horn simply bouncing off of the creature, the sheer momentum knocking him onto the floor back first, almost comical in the way he bounced off of the huge creatures belly.

?Sleepax, Body Slam!? Trip ordered. Sleepax rose back to his giant feet before taking in a breath and dropping on top of Heracross stomach first. Heracross tried to cover his eyes from what was about to crush him as the huge body of Sleepax crashed down onto his foe, something like a ton of weight falling on top of Heracross. The giant Pokemon finally rolled off of Heracross, probably feeling uncomfortable having his giant belly on top of a clawed Pokemon like Heracross. Although he left his position on top of Heracross, he did not rise to the ground, instead he just lay by his side, probably too lazy to bother doing anything else. Heracross was left there unconscious, his body pressed into the mud from all the weight.

?One!? Micky shouted, feeling this was the time for him to take the **** out of Peter.

?**** You!? he shouted back at Micky.

?Two? he continued, sticking his tongue out. Peter growled, swallowing a lot of pride even considering bringing his Pokemon back after he was only hit by one move. ?Three? Micky shouted out loudly.

Peter growled once more before muttering ?**** it!? and withdrawing his Heracross from the ground.

?Now Peter, I?m no Pokemon expert, but losing after one move is bad isn?t it?? Micky said sarcastically.

?You?re right Micky? Peter said, surprising them all. ?You aren?t a Pokemon expert? he spat.

?Sleepax, return!? Trip said, withdrawing his giant Pokemon back to his black and white Pokeball. ?You didn?t even knock out one Pokemon? Trip laughed. Peter growled, ready to punch Trip?s face until he couldn?t see daylight again.

?Calm down Ladies!? Shane shouted, noticing Peter?s hissing and spitting. ?So Trip, why are you here?? he asked.

?Probably the same as you guys, checking out the tomb of one of the legendary Regi?s.?

?Am I the only one here who found this by accident?? Micky shouted.

?Yes!? Peter shouted, annoyed at his best friend who mocked his loss. ?Only an idiot doesn?t know this is the tomb of a Regi!?

?And only a **** trainer loses all his Pokemon without taking one down of his opponents? Micky shouted back, needing some form of come back.

?So what were you doing here Micky?? Trip asked.

?Was hoping to add another Pokemon to my team, then you lot showed up.?

?Heading for Rustboro as well?? Trip continued to question.

?Yeah? Micky replied.

?Same here? Peter said. He was in fact lying, he was only there to visit the tomb of the Regi, this being the last tomb he needed to visit of the three. He just didn?t want his friend to become better friends with this ?Trip? person, especially after he was beaten by him. ?Guess I?ll tag along with ya? he said, pushing Micky into a corner that made him let his friend join him whether he liked it or not.

?Um, ok? Micky said, knowing he couldn?t just say ?no, I just wanna go with Trip? for both the reasons that it would upset his friend as well as make him appear attracted to another guy.

?Oh so your just gonna leave me out then?? Shane asked loudly.

?Yep? Micky nodded, not too keen on Shane.

?You?re a bit cruel aint ya?? Trip stated.

?You don?t know this ***-clown like I do? Micky replied.

?What the ****?? Shane shouted. ?You barely even know me dip-****.?

?I know you well enough? Micky replied.

?Hey Hey? Trip said, waving his arms as if to say ?tone it down a notch.? ?Shane, you wanna tag along??

?I suppose since I?m heading for Rustboro? Shane replied. Micky was rolling his eyes back into his skull as if to say ?I come here looking for a Pokemon and I get these three ***-clowns following me.?

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All four of them had made it about half way to Rustboro City now, however the night was falling and they needed to rest. Micky had no idea what he?d do if a Pokemon turned up, all of his being badly injured. The group had seemingly set up a camp. All three of the sleeping opposite each other making what appeared to be an X around the main camp fire, created by Trip?s dragon-fly, a Pokemon known as Flygon, nick-named by him ?Tarokuntei.? One thing Micky noticed was Trip liked to keep ?Kneazy? out of her Pokeball. She was a lot like Karen?s Pikachu, wandering around wherever she felt like wandering. Shane and Micky had no relationship of this kind with any of their Pokemon, however Peter seemed to have one similar to that of Trip?s with his Pidgeot, although Pidgeot did go in his Pokeball when he wasn?t needed. Peter?s main reason for keeping her out, according to him was ?He makes a nice scout for Pokemon worth catching as well as shortcuts and the like.? It did make sense but Micky was sure he had a tighter bond than just that. The three of them stayed up, telling each other tales of their journey, their past at the such. Micky felt a bit left out, hearing Trip?s tale of being trapped in Ice Cave or Peter?s tale of ?the Underwater Cave near Mossdeep City.? Micky guessed this was all bull**** but he couldn?t help but sense truth in what they said, even if it was only part true. It now came to Micky?s turn. What kind of tale could he tell, ?I fell off of a cliff when three Houndooms were chasing me? which probably would last five minutes, or how about ?I got stabbed by a Scyther.? Strangely enough, the two sounded like intriguing stories, still, Micky doubted they would believe him and to be honest, his mind was totally focused on the fact he left Purity behind lying on a bed awaiting her death. He just said he hasn?t been a trainer long enough to have an interesting story, however he could tell that Shane was making one up.

?I saw a giant bird fly out of a river of Lava!? All three of them agreed it sounded like Bull**** but Shane insisted it was true and continued to tell them how it all happened. It was a good enough story to send Micky into a deep sleep until he would wake in the morning.

?Where I lay my head is home? - Wherever I may Roam.

Well, Micky gets 3 more *** clowns to come with him to Rustboro and we learn a lil bit more about the Regi?s whereabouts and that all 3 of them are in it some how. Trip is a better trainer than Peter and Shane is just as much of an *** clown as ever. Also, Trip is in fact Trip the mod on Serebii (and the guy on TPM and BMG). Anyways, I present to you, Chapter 18.
 
Chapter 19: Whisper in the Willow

?Off through the new day?s mist I run? - Of Wolf and Man, Metallica

?Micky? a heavenly women?s voice spoke softly into Micky?s ear, somewhat familiar. ?Wake Up Micky? the voice continued.

?Wha-What?? Micky said, his eyes blinking open.

?Come to me Micky!? the voice whispered, the sweet sound seeming to travel on the light breeze. Micky sat up, rubbing his eyes, still in his boxer shorts, his Pokeball belt laid by his side. Micky looked on at his three friends, all laying there snoozing as well as Kneazy. ?Come on? the sweet voice continued, trying to draw him way from the distractions around him. Without even bothering to think about it, Micky wondered in the direction of the voice, his body too numb from awaking to realise how cold it was in the early hours of the day, before the sun had even rose. ?Your walking in the right direction? the voice said, encouraging Micky to keep at where he was going. It was only a matter of time before he was met with his first obstacle.

?What do I do now?? Micky asked after walking face first into a cliff-face.

?Climb? the voice replied. Without thinking, Micky began climbing, cutting his knee?s and arms on sharp stones that poked from the cliff-face. ?Climb, Climb!? the voice ordered, still sweetly.

?I?m Trying, I?m Trying? Micky replied. When he finally got to the top of the cliff-face, his body finally recognised the temperature, beginning to shiver all over as his teeth began to chatter, slamming into each other. ?It?s? Micky tried to say through the sound of his chattering teeth. ?It?s very cold? he whined.

?Come to me and the warmth of life will come over you.? Micky was too entranced to bother arguing and believed every word this heavenly voice spoke. Slowly, Micky made his way to the whispers call, trampling over leaves that were soaked with the morning dew. His feet were starting to wrinkle in the cold water, turning a very light peach as warmth drained from them. Micky eventually dropped to his knee?s, his feet so numb that they couldn?t keep him up. He was crawling, his hands digging into the mud as he dragged his body forward.

?Where am I going?? Micky shouted.

?To a better place? the voice replied. Micky continued to crawl in the direction of the voice until, finally, he came to some sort of shrine, tucked away in the mountain. Even in the dark, Micky could make it out. The base stood at about two feet tall and six feet in diameter, made of rough cr?me brick held together by black cement. There was a statue atop this basing, it was of what appeared to be a women. She had a goddess like face and a thin body like that of a models. Almost entirely naked except for what looked to be a clothe that covered her private parts as it twirled around her. She had long hair carved on the statue, being so long that it covered her ***. If this statue was of a real person she must have definitely been treated like a goddess, possessing such a perfect body, long legs, what seemed to be perfect hair that had some form of crown made of leaves on top of it. This entire statue was made of perfectly smoothed cr?me rock, although why it was placed in such a remote location remained a mystery.

?Are you here?? Micky called out to the surrounding tree?s.

?Yes? the heavenly voice called out. Micky immediately turned to face the statue, his knees trembling. The five foot tall statue began to glow a bright yellow, so bright that Micky had no choice but to block the light from his eyes with his hand. As the light died down, Micky could make out the body moving. The light finally disappeared and Micky could make the beautiful women. Her skin was a light peach, not a single speck of imperfection. Micky soon became fixated on her eyes, a beautiful bright blue. Her hair was brown, somewhat familiar. He soon realised who he was staring at. Her bpd half covered by a white clothe, Micky was staring at Purity. It all came together for him, the familiarity of the voice, the beauty of the statue.

?Pa? Micky was hardly able to breath, not even sure of what was going on, whether it was just some sweet dream or whether it was real. ?Purity?? Micky asked. She nodded. Micky felt like he was going to collapse, overwhelmed by the situation. His knees went entirely numb as he collapsed forward onto her. She grabbed him as he fell, the clothe still somehow remaining in place. She started bringing him to his feet, his eyes looking up at her in awe of her beauty, still unable to believe she was there. He could feel her, see her, hear her, she was no dream at all, she was there.

****

Kneazy started to stir, waking up earlier than usual. She started to scurry through Trip?s bag, looking for breakfast. Her claws may have been useful for battling ,but when it came to opening bags all they could do was tear. She had three options that resulted in food. Option one was to rip the bag open and hope to find food inside his bag and in turn, face the consequence of annoying him. Option two, wake up Trip and face the consequence of annoying him. Option three, wake someone else up and annoy them. In Kneazy?s own mind, she figured she wouldn?t be seeing the rest of them again, so she went to wake one of them up. The nearest was Shane, snoring away, after the loud snorting noise he would make the horrible nose whistle. It amazed her that he didn?t get awoken by the sound of his own snores. She started to prod him with her long claws. He didn?t react at all.

?Snee- Snee? she said, trying to get him to wake up. She eventually gave up, seeing she wasn?t going to wake this guy up without hurting him. She then turned for Micky?s sleeping spot, him being so stupid that he forgot his sleeping bag. When she had made her way over to his spot, all she could find was his bag and his Pokeball belt. She started to look around for him, scurrying in all directions, finally, finding his footprints heading off into the mountain. The last time she saw him, he was asleep in his boxer shorts and from the looks of things, nothing had changed. A fifteen year old boy wandering practically naked through a mountain with no Pokemon by his side in temperatures nearing freezing point. She had no choice but to wake everyone up, and she was going to wake them the best way she knew. She took in a deep breathe before releasing a horrible sound, like cats nails scratching at a board, she released the sound of a move known as ?Screech.?

With huge pain in their ears, Peter, Trip and Shane shot out of their sleeping bags, Peter being trapped in his bag and unable to cover his ears. ?Stop! Stop!? Trip shouted to his Pokemon. She done as she was told, although the effect lasted, Peter barely able to hear, a ringing remaining in his ears.

?What the **** was that about?? Shane shouted, enraged by the Pokemon. She started to point at the spot where Micky was. All three of them realised why she had woke them.

?Micky!? Peter shouted loudly, an echo remaining afterwards. ?Micky!?

?Dude, that is not gonna work? Trip said bluntly.

?Well, do you have any idea what would work?? Peter asked sarcastically.

?Try sending out Pidgeot to scout the mountains whilst we follow his footprints? Trip replied. His idea was good but Peter had too much pride to just give it up like that.

?Yeah, I was thinking of that, I just figured I?d shout for hi first? he said in a feeble attempt to cover the fact that Trip was right and he looked like a jackass.

?Bull****? Shane said. ?Pure Bull****!? He quickly gathered up Micky?s gear and shoved it all together in his bag and started carrying it in the direction of Micky?s footprints. He then turned to face the other two who were picking up their stuff. ?Well come on then!? he ordered, surprising even himself at the fact that he was actually worried about Micky.

****

Micky knelt in front of her, gazing in awe, her hands so comforting, resting his head in her arms. Micky felt like he was dying, the shock of seeing her making him barely able to breath. His teeth were chattering as his body shook all over from the cold. She sat behind him, almost hugging him to try and keep him warm. It was only the that he started to see. He gripped her hands tightly, feeling like he was going to die. He suddenly realised how cold her hands were. His sight was starting to blur but he could make out her hands had changed colour. They were now a cold light grey, all the blood drained from them. He turned to look at her face. She looked so different now. Her face was bloodless now, except for a few clots of purple where the blood had been trapped in the deadness of the cells. ?Pure-Purity?? Micky asked, wondering what was going on, almost delirious now. Her formerly beautiful sky blue eyes began to turn grey, eventually rolling back into her skull as her head dropped backwards like it had broke. Micky let go of her hands, letting her body drop onto the floor. Micky slowly rose to his cold feet and looked on. Lying there was what he considered dead perfection. He felt tears rolling down his eyes. He didn?t know why he liked her, he?d only known her for a month or so, but now she was dead.

?You like her, don?t you?? a deep dark voice said into Micky?s ear from behind him.

Micky was in too much emotional pain to even turn to see who was speaking to him. Through Chattering teeth he replied ?Yes? in a sulking voice. ?I do? he continued.

?Do you want to see her alive again?? the voice asked.

?Of course? he said, almost bursting into tears. ?But that?s never going to happen.?

?I can make it happen? the voice said, speaking about himself as though he were god. Micky turned to see him, ignoring all the emotional pain, seeing a chance for what he wanted to happen.

?You can?? Micky asked, his attention entirely directed at this person. He recognised him from somewhere. The three bulges hidden under black leather gloves. The endings of the gloves invisible under the brown monk-like cloak. His face was hidden under a black hockey mask, no sign of hair or anything under the hood of the cloak. ?Wa-Wait a minute? Micky said, now recognising him. ?You?re that guy who-who? Micky started to stutter, the cold getting to him. ?You?re that guy who attacked me in my sleep? he said finishing off his sentence by pointing at him.

With Micky recognising him, Rage had only one option. It was highly unlikely he?d be trusted by Micky after assaulting him in his dreams, but now, this was reality. With his left hand he slapped his pointed finger down whilst with his right hand he grabbed Micky?s head and rammed it into the base of where Purity?s statue once was. As Micky?s shivering body went head first to the ground Micky took one last glimpse over to where Purity?s body lay, only now, it was no longer there. He finally realised it was all imaginary, she was never really there.

Micky?s skull bounced off of the stone base, left temple first. The sheer force of the collision sent him right back up to a vertical basis with blood spraying from the broken vein on his left temple. He took another look into the black eyes of this unknown person before his head was slammed down another time. This time, he went down forehead first, his legs collapsing below him as he drifted into unconsciousness, the blow was less powerful, the grip of his adversary loosening when his legs gave way. Still, he did not fail to bust Micky open a second time. With his forehead smashed open and leaking blood along with his temple, Micky?s eyes started to blur as he prepared for death. Micky rolled to his side almost on instinct, falling from the stone basing to the muddy floor. He knew it would be the last thing he felt as the dew covered grass tickled his numbing back. He looked upwards to find this person staring down on him, only a human-shaped blur of brown and black. ?If you ever want to see that pretty little friend of yours again, I suggest you quit Pokemon training. That is, assuming you survive?? the man said deeply and darkly, only faint last words in Micky?s mind as his eyes closed and he drifted off into another world.

?Hold on to me love, You know I can't stay long, all I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid? - My Last Breath, Evanescence.

I know it?s a short chapter but I wanted to leave you all in suspense. Will Micky be alive when Trip, Peter and Shane find him or will this be a good excuse to end this fic before it gets any crapper. Oh well, at least Micky got to see that ***** Purity before he went into ?the other world.? Anyways, I missed Rage so he had to make another appearance, this fic is nothing with out that Mental ****er :-P (Well it is but I still like him).
 
Man how do you write so well? I tried making a fic, had three good characters and everything but I didn't know what to write so I never really started it. Anyway I hope I get to see the end of this, I love it!!!!!
 
I dunno how I write, just natural I guess :laugh:

Chapter 20: Bleeding in the Wilderness

?Wake me up Inside, Call my name and Save me from the dark? - Bring me to Life, Evanescence.

Purity shot up out of her bed, her and Karen sleeping in the Pokemon Centre. Her entire face was covered with sweat. She?d been having a nightmare all throughout the night she?d been dreaming of what it would have been like had Micky been in her position, the only difference was Micky died, and she didn?t. But what wouldn?t stop going through her mind was the fact that he could already be dead. Wandering into the mountains on his own wasn?t a smart idea, especially for someone with as little hiking experience as him. She also couldn?t stop thinking that he had committed suicide. Karen said when he left the hospital he was in such a state that it was perfectly possible for him to have gone out to commit suicide. She started to roll down from the upper bunk. She was so tempted to tell Karen about her nightmare, it was bugging her so much. But she couldn?t wake her over something as feeble as that. Instead, she headed out of the door, wearing a white night gown. She slipped on some white slippers and headed for the Pokemon Centre front room.

She wanted to wash her face but didn?t want to wake the people she shared her room with. Instead, she?d use the public one at the front room. As she reached the front room she noticed the nurse asleep. A rare sight to see a male nurse, usually the job applied more to women, seeming to be more patient then men and more able to cope with the many strange people that would enter Pokemon Centres. Coincidently, the Pokemon Centre faced the mountains that Micky was wandering through, or at least she hoped he was still wandering through them. She wondered up to the window, gazing on that mountain. For some reason she felt drawn to it, as pathetic as it seemed to expect to see Micky when there was a several mile distance between the Pokemon Centre and the mountains as well as the fact it was pitch black, she still stared on. She scanned the mountain side to side, her forehead pressed up against the moist window. After almost a minute of staring, she saw an explosion near the top of one of the mountains. She knew immediately that Micky was up there, maybe it was just instinct, or maybe it was just hope, but either way she raced as fast as she could to wake Karen.

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Rage lay on his back, felled to the ground by an explosion behind him. He was amazed that he didn?t see it coming, his mind so focused on Micky that he didn?t even think to use his psychic powers to warn him of the explosion. Still, one mere attack from behind would not keep him down for long. Swiftly, he nipped back up to a vertical basis, nipping up with ease, so much faster and effective than Micky ever could. Micky still lay there, completely unconscious, possibly even dead since there was no sign of him breathing so if he was alive, he was breathing very lightly. Micky?s entire body was drenched in his own blood, head to toe, barely a single spot that showed sign of human flesh.

Rage now felt the fury building up in him, angered by this cheap assault that was done onto him. Rage now stood facing a two headed gas-ball known as Weezing and his psychic powers told him this wasn?t the only Pokemon that was going to be attacking him. The double headed gas-ball Weezing unconscious on the floor, the effect of a move like ?Explosion.? Rage prepared himself for a physical fight, turning his hands into fists. It was very tempting to use his psychic powers, but at a time like this, it wasn?t necessary to strain his mind. He could easily destroy his foes with his fists and for him, it would be a lot more fun.

?Come on then!? Rage ordered loudly.

?Leave the Kid alone? a voice replied to Rage.

?Or you?ll do what?? Rage replied calmly, hiding his outrage at the sneak-attack that was done onto him. A blast of fire came from the top of a tree, burning the leaves as it passed them. Rage leapt to his side, diving onto the statue?s basing. Again, his psychic powers weren?t finely tuned today, he was unfocused and the need to leap to his side completely took his mind off of things. A bolt of electricity struck him as he landed on the statue, his movement was a too obvious move. He could do nothing to stop it by the time his mind had picked up on the coming jolt. His entire body shot straight as the electricity travelled through his blood stream. His back began to arch as he tried to think of a way to stop this. He had no choice now, this was no enemy to toy with. He felt it necessary to get out of there, sensing more than just one Pokemon out there, and these Pokemon were not ordinary. This trainer was beyond anything he?d expected. He leapt into the air, twirling upwards as he levitated being caught directly by a flamethrower again. He let out a growl of pain before disappearing.

A beam of Pokeball light absorbed the unconscious Weezing. Whoever protected Micky now decided to step forward. He was barely visible in the dark but had Micky been conscious he would have recognised him immediately. He ran over to Micky, dropping to one knee to check on him. He motioned his finger towards one of the treetops, calling his Pokemon forward. From out of the tree glided down the powerful ?Poltergeist.? Electrical charges in his eyes, burn marks around his mouth. Necromancer removed the glove from his left hand and felt Micky?s neck. ?Still got a pulse? he whispered. He tried to wipe the blood from his face but to no avail. The slight movement of his body jolted more blood from his skull, soaking his face further as well as soaking Necromancer?s. He wiped his face, slinging the blood to his side. ?Poltergeist, we can?t do nothing about this? he hissed in his dark voice. He brushed Micky?s hair to his side before rising to his feet, hearing the tramples of feet nearby. Chances were his Weezing?s explosion attracted attention. Necromancer knew that if he stayed any longer it would look like he had done this to Micky. Swiftly, Necromancer rose to his feet and ran, moving very fast for a big guy. Poltergeist had no trouble keeping at the same pace as his trainer, gliding with ease through any obstacle that lay in his path.

****

Rage?s silhouette began to form inside his house before finally turning into him. Upon his teleportation?s completion he immediately ripped off his burning cloak and threw it to the floor. His psychic powers were so quick he managed to fill a pale with water in a second before slinging it over his cloak.

?Oh my God!? a young voice screamed. Pacifidlog was not a town to have people up late at night so what someone was doing up Rage didn?t know.

?Huh? he grunted, his head shooting across to face the window. He was met by the horrified look of a child, a peeping Tom, ironical called Thomas. The small child, maybe only seven or eight lived next door to Rage. His father was an alcoholic and his mother was a prostitute. This child was just as deranged as Rage. Unloved and mentally scarred. He held great interest in Rage, ?the curiosity of a young child?s mind? Rage thought to himself usually, seeing this child many days outside his window, almost like a stalker. Today was no day to stalk him though.

Young Thomas began to cry, his face hiding behind thick glasses and a brown fringe which covered most of his head. The poor child had been exposed to the disgusting body of Rage, so twisted and disfigured. The child was lucky that Rage hadn?t removed his black hockey mask, otherwise he would have been exposed to Rage?s horrible face. Thomas stood there, paralysed in fear and disgust. This was the first person to see Rage?s body in over twenty years and he wasn?t pleased. He circled his hands, making the window shoot open and levitated the boy into his house. He couldn?t open his mouth to scream again, it was clamped shut in fear. All he could do was tremble in fear and pray that Rage wouldn?t punish him too much. ?You have stalked me since you were five, am I right?? Rage hissed. The child was forced to nod by Rage?s psychic power. ?Do you think you should pay for the annoyance you have caused?? he hissed again. The child was left with no choice but to nod, Rage?s psychic powers not allowing him to do anything else. ?Then I shall make you pay? he smirked.

****

Shane, Peter and Trip ran, side by side with Micky?s footprints, Pidgeot flying in the air above, hoping to see a ranger of some sort if Micky was injured. ?Micky? Peter shouted, soon followed by Shane and Trip saying it soon after him. They continued to run, Shane with a flash light in hand following Micky?s tracks with the other two behind him. Their ten minute run had led them to Micky. There he was, just how Necromancer had left him. Unconscious and blood soaked. Shane removed a bandage from his bag whilst Peter ran over to his friend, checking his pulse and trying to find some sign of him being awake. Trip searched the perimeter for help and any danger. There was no one in sight, it was just the three of them trying to save Micky.

?He?s alive? Peter shouted, to Trip and Shane, half a smile on his face despite the fact that his situation was only getting worse. Shane rushed over with the bandage, wrapping Micky?s forehead, his hair getting in the way making it a rather difficult task. Still, Shane managed somewhat successfully.

?Now what?? Shane asked Peter, his hands drenched with blood and small spurts of it that had squirted onto Micky?s face.

?I dunno? Peter replied.

?Either of you got a Cell Phone?? Shane asked.

?Yeah, I have one? Trip replied, now by Micky?s side.

?Get help then!? Shane ordered. Trip done what he was asked, dialling for an ambulance.

?Wha-Wha? Micky mumbled, starting to regain consciousness.

?Micky!? Peter shouted at him, cradling Micky?s head in his arms. ?Micky! Do you know who this is?? he continued, a test of Micky?s memory.

?You?re? Micky said thinking, pointing his bloody finger at Peter?s face. ?You?re um? Micky continued to think. ?Peter, right?? he said, his vision still blurred, relying solely on his hearing.

?Yeah dude? he said, now smiling. His friend?s mind seeming to be doing fine and he had full knowledge that Micky?s body could take this kind of punishment. This wasn?t the first or second time he?d got his skull cracked. ?When they coming?? he shouted to Shane.

?They coming now, we just need to signal them to our whereabouts? he replied.

?I have that covered? Trip interrupted, throwing a Pokeball into the air. Out of it flew the dragonfly which the group had first met. ?Flamethrower? Trip ordered to the Pokemon that was already above the tree tops. Micky?s sight was starting to return to its original ways as he viewed the spectacle that was flames leaving a dragonfly?s mouth. The helicopter got a good look at this and landed on the nearest safe spot available, a patch of grass near to the dusty road, part of the pathway Micky took to end up where he was.

****

Purity had seen the helicopter fly by and she was already in the hospital awaiting it?s return, Karen half asleep by her side. She was almost entirely positive Micky was aboard the vehicle and making his way back to the hospital. ?Wake up!? Purity shouted into her friends ear, shaking her as hard as she could.

Karen just slapped her mumbling ?lemme sleep? before dropping sideways onto Purity?s lap. Purity just sighed loudly, shoving Karen?s head off of her lap and getting up to wonder to the receptionist.

?Has that helicopter arrived yet?? she asked desperately.

?It?s almost here? the receptionist replied. ?Why do you ask??

?I think my friend is on it? she replied.

?Umm, how can you be sure?? she asked, not quite believing what this girl said.

?He?s an inexperienced teenager who went wandering through the mountains? she said sarcastically, flicking her hair back.

The receptionist shook her head sighing. ?If you go to the roof and say what you told me I?m sure they will let you see him.?

****

The helicopter landed on the roof of Rustboro Hospital. Two paramedics carried Micky on a stretcher. Trip mounted upon his Dragonfly ?Flygon? and Peter mounted on Pidgeot followed closely behind, landing on the hospitals roof in unison. Trip withdrew his Flygon immediately however Peter kept Pidgeot out for a little bit, taking the time to run to Micky?s side to see if he?d regained consciousness before finally withdrawing his Pidgeot.. He hadn?t, still with his eyes closed. His head was now better bandaged, the blood no longer flowing, not that it mattered. He wasn?t going to be a happy kid when he woke to find his cherished hair soaked in dried blood. Shane hopped out of the helicopter after Micky had been carried out, both his and Micky?s bags on his shoulders, the creepy candles now awake and active. ?Micky!? Purity cried out running to his stretchers side, nudging Peter to one side. ?What the **** happened? she to her right, directly into Peter?s ear.

?I aint a ****ing clue? he shouted back at her, his voice being drowned in the sound of the nearby helicopter. ?We just found him unconscious in the mountain bleeding from the head.?

?You?re the chick who was hanging out with him near Lavaridge aint you?? Shane shouted, recognising Purity?s pretty face after his battle with Micky.

?Yes, aint you that jackass smug mouth bastard who bugs Micky?? she replied, not liking to be referred to as a ?chick.?

?Yeah sure, whatever? he replied sarcastically.

?Are you lot done arguing?? a paramedic shouted. ?Your friend here is gonna need several stitches, he?s gonna be ok, probably gonna have to stay here overnight.?

?Is that a good thing?? Purity shouted back to the paramedic, covering her ears as the helicopter began to take off again.

?It could have been worse? he shouted back at her, another medic rolling Micky?s stretcher into the building. ?Follow me? he said loudly as the helicopter reached the peak of it?s loudness, just as it took off.

****

Rage was re-dressed, he now wore a night black cloak, his mask a new one, silver and metal, different to his hockey mask, more of a skull of metal. Thomas floating behind him, chin up high and his toes pointing down, discomfort and fear on his face. ?You?ll like where we?re going? Rage whispered evilly. They were heading up a steep slope of stairs, seeming to never end, though this was no struggle for Rage, having to transverse this route many times. Light brown steps that led through a tunnel to the sanctuary of Rayquaza and if anyone knew how to punish Thomas, it was Rayquaza.

It took at least thirty minutes for Rayquaza and Thomas to make their way up the top of the tower. The moonlight left a twilight glow around the deep hole atop the sky pillar. Rage?s skull shaped mask shimmered in the moonlight as he turned to face Thomas. Behind his thick glasses was the crying eyes of a scared child, his short jeans long soaked in his urine, the happenings of the past forty minutes to much for his bladder to take, his red shirt covered in tears. The young boy clenched his eyes shut tightly as Rage placed him above the hole, forcing his eyes open as he rose his left hand up, revealing it from the long cloak. It was hideously deformed, three bulbous fingers, a dead white, defiantly looking to have been burned, cut and never treated. With this hideous hand he waved goodbye to Thomas before slamming his right arm down, dropping the poor child down the hole.

Young Thomas shot down the tube shaped hole like a race car, Rage still in control of his body and the air around it. Only one foot away from crashing to the pool below, Rage finally made him stop. Taking a moment to swirl the water to form a deep tunnel just wide enough for Thomas to fit through. With practically no effort at all, he sent the boy down and up through the difficult to transverse tunnel, eventually shooting up back to open air. His entire body was soaked, though not from water, but even more urine, the poor child so terrified that his body couldn?t take it no more. Unfortunately, he was upside down at the time of excretion.

Rage through him forward, onto a bed of grey sand that was like a beach, the lake that covered the surface of the hole washing up against the bay. Little Thomas, lay there, soaked in his own urine crying his little eyes out. He had the sense to step into the lake, washing some of the smell out of his clothes. He now had no alternative though, he had to follow what appeared to be a path to a broken wall. His curious little mind was in full function, alongside his fear and escape instincts. He clambered over the tattered remains of what appeared to be a wall and made his way to the tomb within. In the pitch black all Thomas could make out was two yellow glows, almost like glinting gold diamonds. He had no idea why, but he felt that he had made a huge mistake in walking in. He turned to face the way he had entered, only to find the wall had been replenished and he was locked in. He backed up to the wall as fast as he could as the glinting gold diamonds moved closer. He began to cry as he tasted the every breath of the creature in front of him. The space between the eyes were as large as his head and he was smart enough to know this indicated a large mouth, probably capable of fitting his entire body inside. He let a small yelp out before closing his eyes and awaiting his fate.

?All of my endings are waiting to begin' - Circle, Slipknot

Well, pretty basic clean up from my last chapter. A little chapter time for Rayquaza, big time Chapter time for Rage as we promote him a little more. We unite everyone (except that jackass Mark who is left out for reasons behind the scenes) in Rustboro and Micky gets another visit to the hospital and *SPOILERS for chapter 21* new friendships can be made next chapter, another rivalry for Micky will be started and a friend makes his chapter return in the next chapter.

For the big 2 0 this turned out pretty ****.
 
nice chapters DB !!! ^_^
You know what I mean. Anyways, your fic is excellent in description and all and has a very good plot !!

KEEP IT UP DB !!! ^_~
 
lol, you even call me that here, typical SG

Anyways, my 21st chapter (and IMO my best chapter)

Chapter 21: Calm before the Storm

?What I?ve felt, What I?ve known, has never shined through what I?ve shown. Never free, Never me, so I dub thee Unforgiven? - The Unforgiven, Metallica

Purity shot up awake. Back in the Pokemon Centre bedrooms. Still sharing with Karen and the other two trainers that were with them. She didn?t pay much attention to either of the three, too worried with Micky?s condition. This was the second time he had wondered off without her and the second time he got injured. She was determined to be with him from now on when it came to leaving the safety of the city. He was just too in-experienced to make it through the mountains and forests of the Hoenn Region without someone to accompany him, and she felt she was the one to do that, although after meeting Trip and Peter she was pretty sure that if she left him with one of those two he?d be okay, as long as he didn?t go wandering off like they said he did. She wasn?t too sure about Shane though, he just didn?t seem right. It was like he was pure evil or something, some spiteful glint in his eye or something like that which left her automatically disliking him.

?Is it morning?? Karen asked, everything blurry in her sight as her eyes adjusted to the light that made it?s way through the cr?me curtains of the window, Purity?s shadow walking around towards the bathroom.

?Yeah? Purity replied.

?Did I dream all that Micky stuff?? she asked, full of questions of the previous night.

?No you didn?t. He?s in hospital with a severe head wound. The think a day or so in the hospital and a week away from journeying will be all he needs to make a good recovery.?

?Does that mean we?re in Rustboro for a week?? she mumbled.

?Well, I am. It?s up to you if you wanna stay? Purity said, knowing Karen wasn?t going to leave, the way their relationship had been going they almost considered each other the sisters they never had.

?Nah, it?s ok, I?ll stay. There?s a Pokemon Contest Hall around here that?s doing a contest, might be worth my while? she mumbled, now fully awake and ready to start her day.

Both of them took about ten or so minutes to get dressed before walking out of the room, leaving the other two trainers snoring away. Purity knocked on the room Peter, Trip and Shane were staying in, waking them and another grumpy trainer from their sleeps. The five of them all made their way to the Rustboro Hospital, prior to having breakfast or even a cup of coffee. Shane moaned the entire way, the rest of them just keeping their mouths shut. Purity had control of Micky?s bag and Pokeballs. She was incredibly tempted to ravage his bag to see what he had but she just couldn?t bring herself to do it. Despite her curiosity and even the slight bit of her that said ?You travel with the guy, you have a right to know what kind of stuff he?s carrying with him? was still not enough to break Micky?s trust.

****

Rage was up all night meditating. When he woke in the morning he sensed no anxiety from any of Thomas?s relatives about his whereabouts. In fact, his mother had yet to notice. His father on the other hand couldn?t give a ****. He just figured he was out playing or fishing or something like that. Rage just smiled upon this. ?Heartless souls will soon Perish? he muttered to himself. He rose to his feet, his hands still only covered by the size of his long black cloak. He got up from his cross-legged sitting position and picked up two black gloves from his drawer. He slowly covered his hands before opening his front door. He took one step out before picking up the smell of the sea breeze that coated the water city of Pacifidlog. It was a refreshing, almost uplifting scent.

He took a look around. As useless as it was having eyeholes when he was blind, he did enjoy having them there. Not revealing much of his mangled face to the outside world but still letting the cool air touch his face, one of the few pleasures he had in life. He saw everything around him in his mind, he?d never experienced normal sight. He?d never bumped into anyone, knocked anyone over existentially or anything of the sort. His enhanced senses allowing him to move out of the way with ease. He was known well around the town. Not often would people encounter a psychic person, let alone one as powerful as him. On many occasions he had proven the more powerful psychic against even some of the toughest of Pokemon. There was no doubt he was something abnormal, but over the time he?d been living in Pacifidlog people were used to him. He was nearly the longest member of the Pacifidlog town, living there since birth and nearing the age of one-hundred and thirty.

He took much pride in this town. A lovely scene of calm and peace. Flocks of seagull-like Pokemon flying over the city, not releasing a single dropping upon the town, having so much respect for the town. Why and who made it was always a myth. Some say that the one rock that holds Pacifidlog once sunk a ship, and the survivors made a town around the rock using the broken pieces of the ship to make the town. Others believed that an island was sinking and the people inhabiting in their desperation began to make rafts from the forests, as the island sank the rafts survived and they began to link them together to form a town. Still, everyone knew these were all preposterous beliefs. Still, these myths always added a touch of mystery to the town. One of mans greatest achievements in Rage?s opinion was this town. The town hall covered a sacred rock, rumoured to be the resting place of one of the almighty guardians that would protect this world in times of crisis, though it has never appeared in the past twenty thousand years that man and Pokemon had inhabited the lands. The entire town was made from a special wood that failed to rot. All of it was planks of wood, laid down and stuck together, holding together so finely that despite the motions of the waves it never rocked, though there was never a moment that the town didn?t have slippery streets.

With a population merely of five hundred, the town was pretty impressive, producing great water Pokemon trainers, swimmers, and the like. The kind of thing you?d expect from a town totally surrounded by water, though there was a special nearby island known as Tri Island, well known for the three guardian beasts known as Entie, Raikou, and Suicune. The island itself was merely a place to put the dock, entering the forest that lay there was entirely banned, for disturbing the legendary beasts would spell disaster. They protected a special underground cave, something that was so large that the entire population of the Hoenn region would be safe down there, giving Tri Island the nickname ?Bomb Shelter.? A special place for all people to hide should a war begin or an ultra-powerful Pokemon rise.

Rage just spent his time walking, no reason. He wasn?t hungry, thirsty, in need of a swim or even bored. He just wanted to appreciate the scenic view one last time. Rayquaza was sure to have a taste for human flesh and Pacifidlog was the nearest home to man for him to reach. Rage sat, splashing his gloved hand through the water. Not a single Pokemon was visible. Pacifidlog was home to many water Pokemon but not a single one was out to play. Rayquaza?s time to rise was soon and all the Pokemon knew it. He sensed the Seagull-like Pokemon flew east towards Slateport City, the shark-like schools heading west for Evergrande City and the fish swarms swimming north for Sootopolis. All Pokemon that were grounded barked, growled as soon as they were freed from their Pokeballs, knowing what was coming and just wishing their owners would understand them. Some even tried to swim but failed to get far before getting withdrawn to their Pokeballs, most Pokemon that hadn?t already escaped being the bad swimmers. Rage didn?t bother to gather his belongings. He dived headfirst into the ocean and never looked back at Pacifidlog. Not a single person noticed him dive and not a single person noticed he was gone, he just disappeared into the shadows.

****

?Wake up Micky? Purity sang in her heavenly voice into his ear, her sweet words leaving her soft lips and entering the cold ears of Micky. His eyes started to tremble as he was starting to wake from his dream. He turned to his side, feeling Purity?s warm breath on his ear. At first she was just a blur, but then he soon realised it was her. He didn?t know how to react. On one hand, this could be real and she really was alive and well, but on the other hand, this could be another trick to hurt him. All he remembered from when things were real was that she was in a coma and would probably no leave it for at least six or seven months, as far as Micky could tell, she was fine so unless he was in a coma for longer than her, this couldn?t have been real. Still, in the state of mind he was in he couldn?t help but believe this was reality.

Micky shot up a dove opposite Purity, landing perfectly on his feet on the other side of his bed. ?Your dead? he said with a confused look on his face, pointing at Purity.

?No I?m not, the doctors just got it wrong. I was just unconscious? she said trying to reason with him, the others just looking on, Micky still not even noticing them.

?No, but I saw you?? icky trailed off, straining his thought, realising that it was all illusion and he didn?t really see her die. He?d only just noticed the others were there, looking at him strangely trying to find reason for him losing his mind when he saw her. ?Um, hi guys?? he said, holding left up hand up as a ?hello.?

?Dude, what the **** were you thinking wondering off in the middle of the night?? Peter shouted, showing his anger at him for causing so much worry.

?I weren?t thinking ****-head? he replied, not liking to shouted at. ?It?s a long ****ing story but in basic terms for a dip-**** like you, I was Sleep Walking? he replied in anger, not liking to be shouted at and rather grumpy considering he?d had a rather disturbed night of sleep.

?God, you all behave like lil kids? Trip spat sarcastically. ?Pete, the Kid?s just had a **** load of stitches put in his head and Micky, your mate is just worried ?bout you? he said trying to calm them down. ? Not to the mention the fact that this is a public place and you don?t need to curse so much? he continued, noticing there were five other people asleep nearby that would probably not want to be awakened by the sound of Micky?s swearing.

?Ok, first things first Trip, I am just as old as you so you can?t call me a kid, secondly?? Micky trailed off realising he couldn?t think of a second thing. ?Dammit!? he spat realising his stupidity. ?How many ****ing stitches are in my skull?? he shouted.

?Forty Six, and you got twelve on your stomach as well? a doctor said, dropping in when he heard the commotion. ?And could you please keep your voices down? he asked nicely, worried about the other patients.

?Forty Six!? he shouted in shock. ?And why did my stomach need stitching?? he questioned.

?We found a half sown stab wound on your stomach.?

?Oh yeah? he said, remembering when his Scyther stabbed him.?

?Sorry? Purity said on behalf of Micky. ?He?s jus at bit edgy.?

?Edgy!? Micky shouted at her, not taking too kindly to being described that way.

?He?ll be fine once he?s had something to eat and gotten changed? she continued, completely ignoring Micky?s detest for being described as ?Edgy.? He only just realised he wasn?t dressed how he wanted to be, wearing one of the hospital gowns that were given as standard.

?Crap, what am I wearing?? he spat, looking down at his clothes. ?Purity, gimme my bag, I am definitely getting changed.?

She threw the bag onto the bed as the doctor left the group of them. ?Where the **** did you get a stab wound?? Karen asked.

?You know my Scyther?? Micky replied, letting them fill in the blanks.

?Wait, you mean that Scyther was the one that attacked us? Purity shouted at him. ?You said the one you caught saved you from it? she continued, her former liking of that Scyther gone.

?Well, it?s not like you?d accept it if I told you otherwise? he reasoned.

?You have a mentally deranged Pokemon that assaulted you and you still using him? she said in confusion.

?He respects me, I kicked his ***? he replied, removing his hospital gown and going through his bag for clothes.

?You what?? she asked, not understanding how Micky could have ?kicked? a Scyther?s ?***.?

?I?ll explain later? he replied, putting on his white shirt with the dragon imprint. Peter just looked at him in a new manner. He always knew he was a tough fighter, he?d even been on the wrong end of his fist before which resulted in a lot of blood coming from his nose, but beating a Scyther up just seemed unreal. Micky continued to get dressed whilst the other just waited. He finally emerged from behind the bed in his generic black trousers striped with red and black trainers.

?Well, let?s get some food? he said to them all, acting like the previous shouting hadn?t happened. He looked at Shane suspiciously however, surprised that he hadn?t said a thing, usually being the loudest mouth out of everyone he knew. On the journey out of the hospital he was told by a doctor that he had to come back later on in the day for a check up and he obtained his Pokeball belt yet again.

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Thomas hid in the corner. Whatever it was that he was with hadn?t touched him. He just had to deal with the intimidation that came with facing such a beast. He knew full well who it was, remembering the stories Rage would tell the kids of the mythical beast known as Rayquaza. Rage was the only person who knew how to reach the Sky Pillar, or if he wasn?t he was the only one who told people how to reach there. He made a business of it, one hundred Pokeyen for him to guide a poor trainer to their doom. Thomas got a free tour to the top of the Sky Pillar and into Rayquaza?s lair, and unlike others he didn?t have to walk. He still hadn?t seen what Rayquaza looked like, not a single light inside what seemed like a tomb which Rayquaza stayed in. The legend of Rayquaza was at the beginning of all time, three Pokemon existed. The creator of all Pokemon, Mew, and two of his creations. Groudon, the god of the land, and Kyogre, god of the sea. The soon became rivals and started ripping apart the world that man had inhabited, killing many innocent lives, so Mew created Rayquaza to stop them. Rayquaza defeated both gods and sent them underground, never to rise again. The people of the world built a Giant Pillar for Rayquaza for live in and called it the Sky Pillar. All of this was myth and legend however and almost no one believed it, including Thomas. Now he started to. The Sky Pillar was real enough and what appeared to be Rayquaza did exist so now he believed all these tales. The trouble was it was too late for him to believe them. It was only a matter of time before Rayquaza would get hungry and from what the myth said, ?Anyone who disturbed him would face death? and as far as Thomas was concerned, he had disturbed the beast.

****

?Where we gonna eat?? Shane asked, the first thing he?d said to Micky all meaning.

?I know a guy with a stool where he sells well good food, jus around the corner? he replied.

?What kind of food?? Karen butted in.

?Chicken imitation, Rice, all sorts of stuff, mostly oriental kinds of food.?

?Sounds interesting? she replied. ?It?s nice right??

?Well duh, that?s kinda what I meant by Well Good? he replied sarcastically. The six of them walked around, looking almost like a gang of trouble making Pokemon trainers. Kneazy now awake and active, walking in front of them with an intimidating look in her eyes. Pikachu was still inside his Pokeball however, Micky insisting he stay in there since he couldn?t stand the sound of his cute little voice. The six of them passed the corner and there it was. Marty?s van, a table set up outside of it with food being placed on it. Chances are he?d only just arrived and probably needed help.

?Marty!? Micky shouted running towards the van.

Martin titled his head for a moment, he recognised that voice. He turned around and looked out of his van. He recognised Micky immediately, despite the large white bandage that wrapped around his forehead. ?Micky, what you doing here?? he chuckled. He?d shaved his beard since last time Micky saw him, now he had no beard or moustache, just a white uncovered face.

Micky picked up a tray of food and helped placed it on the table, giving him a hand with his work, after all, it was the least he could do since he took him in that night about three weeks ago. ?Came back to challenge Roxanne? he shouted back to him as he placed the tray on the table.

?What?s with the bandage?? he asked, worried about his health.

?It?s a long boring story? Micky replied, knowing full well it wasn?t.

?You here for breakfast?? he asked.

?Yeah, my friends as well? he said, doing sarcastic finger gestures as he said friends, not really considering Shane and Trip as friends yet. This was the first look Martin got of the other five, his attention directed at carrying the trays of food to the table.

?Hi? Shane said, flicking up his hand as a ?hello? in a nervous manner.

That?s Shane? Micky spat pointing to his pointy nosed rival. ?Karen? he continued, pointing to Karen who was dressed like a generic Pokemon trainer in red and white. ?Trip? he said pointing to the newest member of the group. ?Peter and Purity? he said dancing his finger side to side at the two of them, hiding away at the back.

?Hi? Martin said to them all, dropping another tray onto the table before finally stopping, three trays of chicken, rice and noodles there. As odd as it seemed, he had many regular customers who would stop by, take a seat as though he ran a restaurant and would eat there for lunch and breakfast. A rather successful street business that combined with his pension left Martin in a pretty comfortable financial position. He offered a free meal to the group of them which was eagerly accepted and enjoyed very much by the six of them, his cooking probably being one of the best in the world.

****

Rayquaza sensed it was time to rise again. He glared sadistically at Thomas one last time, thinking about whether he should kill him now or save him for dessert after his killing spree on Pacifidlog. If he didn?t kill him now, chances are he?d find a way to escape, however if he did, he ?d be flying into Pacifidlog with a full stomach. He licked his right index claw, sharpening his sword like scythe. He moved closer to Thomas and sliced at the boys leg, severing his right foot off with one swipe. He yelped in pain as his leg was removed, blood spraying from the wound into Rayquaza?s mouth. He had a sip of the blood, drinking it like water. He finally gave him one last look, almost as if to say ?you stay there? before firing a beam of light at the wall, shattering it in one blast.

Crying in pain, Thomas?s eyes started blurring. However, he caught a glimpse of Rayquaza, light from the outside shining in, revealing his green snake like body. Thomas tried to crawl out of his corner but he stopped when Rayquaza turned his face to him and hissed, spitting some of his own blood back into his face. Thomas knew there was no point in trying to escape now, not when Rayquaza could see him. He wiped the blood from his face and backed away again.

****

?So you have to stay in Rustboro for a week?? Martin questioned, referring to Purity?s comment that he?d have to keep the stitches in for a week.

?Yeah, I guess so? Micky replied.

?Where you staying?? he asked.

?Pokemon Centre most likely? he replied.

?Why don?t you stay at my place again?? he asked, liking the company Micky offered. ?You know your always welcome there.? Micky liked this comment, it was nice to feel welcomed somewhere, considering his father had basically disowned him.

?What about them?? he asked, pointing to the rest of the group, knowing that his house was too small to house all six of them and Martin.

?Don?t worry. It?s summer, got a couple of beds on my roof, the bed in the room you stayed in, my room and the sofa which I?ll sleep on? he said, rather selfless of him considering it was his house and he?d be taking the most uncomfortable sleeping spot.

?Well, I won?t be hanging around anyway so that?s one less person to worry about? Shane said, rather rudely.

?Why not?? Karen asked, Micky smiling at the thought of being rid of him, not needing him to gloat about his two victories over him to Martin.

?I only have three badges, still got five to go.?

?You got a year ?til that Pokemon International five hundred thing? Karen replied, figuring that?s why he wanted the eight badges so he could enter.

?I know, but I wanna be able to rub it in Micky?s face when I completed it and he?s still got two badges? he smirked, his competitive asshole side showing very clearly.

?Up yours Shane, doubt your ever gonna get passed badge number four? Micky spat.

?And this is coming from the Kid who keeps getting his *** kicked by me?? he laughed.

?No, this is coming from the kid who disabled your Grovyle? he replied, knowing that Grovyle was Shane?s first Pokemon and when his Scyther put it out of action it was like driving a nail into Shane?s hand.

?You disabled one of his Pokemon? Purity shouted at him.

?Scy did actually, dip **** one-o-one over there didn?t have the sense to withdraw his Pokemon when it was down? he said, pointing to Shane when he called him ?dip **** one-o-one.?

Shane had no reply to this, he knew full well it was his fault just as much as Micky?s that his Grovyle wouldn?t be able to battle again. Instead of replying, Shane just glared evilly at Micky. ?That Scyther really needs to be sorted out? Purity said to Micky, not liking it a single bit when she found out it was the one who attacked Micky and her.

?He?s mentally ****ed up? Micky exclaimed gleefully. ?He?s perfect!?

?Except he don?t listen? Purity interrupted, trying to convince Micky against the use of Scy.

?Yeah, but he knows what he?s doing? Micky replied, smirking at her.

?Ya know what guys? Shane said turning his head side to side. ?I?m gonna go to Petalburg City, kick another gym leaders ***, then off to Dewford and do it again.?

?Yeah, sure, whatever? Micky spat, rolling his eyes.

?See ya? he said, getting to his feet and slinging his bag over his back. ?Thanks for breakfast? he said to Martin, waving his hand up as he walked off into the distance.

****

Rayquaza dived into the lake outside his tomb, his streamlined body fitting perfectly in the tunnel, drilling his body all the way until he shot out of the roof of the Sky Pillar. Swiftly, he shot all the way into the sky, above the white clouds that covered the Hoenn Sky. His sick yellow eyes glinted as he broke the sound barrier above the town of Pacifidlog. The horrible screech was heard all over Hoenn, people as far as Lavaridge Town hearing the piercing sound. A man drinking a beer on his roof in Petalburg City feeling the glass smash in his hand as the sound shattered it.

Everyone fell to the floor in Pacifidlog, some rolling into the water, burying their heads in the thick ocean to hide themselves from the horrible screeching. The glass on the windows of the wooden hut-like houses shattering sending glass everywhere. The sound finally stopped after a minute, Rayquaza stopped circling the air above Pacifidlog. Now he was just a black shadow in the sky. Everyone looked up, trembling from the sound, barely able to find strength in their knee?s to keep their bodies upright. Rayquaza coiled his body, turning him into a black sun shaped sphere. People looked in awe, paralysed in disbelief. People in the water felt the vibrations as Rayquaza shot up to the atmosphere of the world, only just inside the air trap of the earth, almost able to see the stars despite the brightness of the day. He had ten thousand feet to drop before he would reach Pacifidlog. Everyone on Pacifidlog didn?t move an inch, not even those in the water, they just floated there, waiting for this thing to come down, only praying they would live through this.

?Great old one. Forbidden sight. He searches, Hunter of the Shadows is rising? - The Thing that Should not be, Metallica.

Yay, Ray-Ray is back and he?s gonna commit murder, *celebrates*. Be happy Dragonfree, your next chapter will be your favourite. This is a complicated chapter *like why didn?t Rage warn anyone for example.* Anyways, I liked my description of Pacifidlog and I liked my ideas on Rayquaza? movements, hope you did to. (Has anyone noticed Metallica seem to have lyrics for everything? There's been about two chapters that haven't had Metallica lyrics in them)
 
Chapter 22: Quenching the Thirst

?Timeless sleep, Has been upset. He awakens, Hunter of the shadows is rising? - The Thing that Should not be, Metallica

?What the **** was that?? Micky shouted, making his way from under the table. Car alarms screamed whilst shattered glass lay all over the streets. Such an over-developed city was home to many buildings with glass windows. Micky dreaded to think what happened to the Denham Tower, one of Rustboro?s pride and joy, made entirely out of different coloured glass; the walls, floor, and roof. Micky knew that the hospital would be filled with injured people, so much destruction caused by one piercing sound.

?Ouch? Purity moaned as she tried to get to her feet, holding her head, trying to calm her mind from the horrifying sound.

?Everyone ok?? Peter asked, rising from the ground, falling off of his chair when the sound came.

?Yeah? Micky spat, gripping his left ear tightly, almost positive blood was going to come pouring out of it.

?I?m fine? Marty replied, being helped back to his feet by Micky, not in quite as good shape compared to his youth. Groans could be heard from the streets, people trying to stand, many with cuts all over them from stray glass. Micky took a look at Marty?s van. All of the glass at the front was shattered, so much for the ?Shatter Proof? promise it?s makers put in the adverts.

Pikachu burst out of his Pokeball, shooting from Karen?s side. ?Pika Piii!? he moaned, obviously in the same pain as everyone else, even the safety of the Pokeball unable to hide the sound.

?Yes Chu-Toy, we know how you feel? Micky spat in distain of the rodent. ?Just suck it up? he growled. Micky dreaded to think what Scy would do if he escaped his Pokeball, being as psychotic as he is without the sound angering him further.

Everyone on the streets were up again, the sound of car alarms in the distance along with the sounds of ambulance and police sirens. Micky dreaded to think what it was like for anyone in the air. Helicopters would have crashed, people flying their Pokemon would have fallen to their deaths most likely. One police car passed by, the officers inside covered in their own blood from the glass that shattered into their bodies. However, their intentions were clear. It was their duty to protect the people and that is what they would do. Everyone seemed to have collected themselves now, anyone that was getting up was up and now it was a matter of helping the one?s who wouldn?t be rising to their feet. Just when it all seemed safe, the second wave of sound came. This was even worse than before, twice as long and at least three times worse.

****

Rayquaza twirled around near the atmosphere before driving his body down, breaking the sound barrier again. The people of Pacifidlog, frozen in fear, finally woke from their trance at the sound of the screeching, gripping their heads once more. No one got a good look at Rayquaza, Everyone turned away by the sound. In one minute he had shot down from the top of the atmosphere directly into the town hall of Pacifidlog. The entire building split apart in an explosion of dust and wood. People nearby the scene of the crash choked on the dust as others fell into the ocean from the force of the crash. Anyone nearby the town hall was crushed under the broken wooden walls of the former glory of the town hall. Hissing and roaring was heard as Rayquaza?s silhouette was seen inside the cloud of dust. People stood in shock as the looked at the size of this snake like creature, no one having the sense to run.

A young child screamed, being so young she knew of nothing else to do in a situation like this. The sound of her cries brought a smile to Rayquaza?s sadistic face. The dust was half way to the ground as he shot out of the dust cloud at the young girl. She was the first person to get a good look at Rayquaza, but it she only got to see him for a split second. Rayquaza past right above her, right hand dragging along the plank like pathway of Pacifidlog. He went right above her, the young girls long blonde hair shooting back as he passed in half a second. Everyone?s attention was turned to the girl now. Rayquaza?s first victim was seemingly untouched. The girl had stopped screaming, frozen in shock. Rayquaza was entirely ignored by anyone who had seen him pass. They had to see what would be happening to them. For at least a second nothing was seen, the girl just stood there in shock. Then, blood started to leak from above her forehead, a line of blood forming all the way down the centre of her face down to her neck and all threw her body. Her eyes rolled downwards as she looked at the blood spilling from the perfectly straight cut down her body. Her eyes then rolled into separate directions as her body fell apart, her left side falling forward and her right side falling backwards, all her cuts rolling out for all to see. As soon as she fell apart the panic began, people were frozen in confusion before, now there was no doubt about it, Rayquaza didn?t just look and act like he could kill anyone with ease, he could.

The screaming and running commenced. Some people dived into the water, trying to stay out of Rayquaza?s sight, other people ran into their homes, trying to grab some possessions before leaving, and some stood their to fight. Almost every trainer?s Pokemon left their Pokeballs. Some trainers ordered them to attack Rayquaza. They knew full well who this was even if the people of Pacifidlog didn?t know. There was no way they stood a chance of even grazing Rayquaza, let alone putting up a fight.

Rayquaza shot back into the sky again, taking in a breathe as he did. He circled the air above Pacifidlog before choosing his mark. A giant wouldn?t pathway leading to Tri Island. If anyone stood a chance of survival they would have to reach Tri Island, and Rayquaza wouldn?t let that happen. He shot passed all the people and turned as he reached Tri Island. He then shot back again, spraying flames along every inch of the pathway. Some people dived into the water, in hope of swimming to Tri Island whilst others tried to run away. It took her twenty seconds to burn every body that stood on the wooden pathway. His flames so powerful that they burned the bodies in one shot, the wood of the pathway and the bodies of the people turning to ash.

Rayquaza shot down into the ocean. He now had to stop anyone from escaping by sea. He focused his mind, letting small sparks of electricity leave his body as he swam, moving like an eel in the water. He twirled just once a caused a thirty foot tidal wave to rise, sending it into the city of Pacifidlog, crushing half of the town under the sheer weight of the water and drowning many in the taste of salt water. At least two third of Pacifidlog?s population was in the water and he knew a quick and simple way to finish them off. His body sparked stronger and stronger as he shot out of the water. His entire body glowed yellow as he shot a huge beam of electricity at the water. For at least a one mile radius, the ocean lit up, sparks of electricity shooting up at least ten feet in the air from where Rayquaza had sent the surge. He stopped the attack after one minute, his jolts of electricity at least ten thousand volts in power. Bodies started to float to the oceans surface, all blistered and bleeding from the electricity. Not a body breathing. As it rose to the surface.

Rayquaza turned his attention to the rest of Pacifidlog, still seeing half of it standing, the only part that wasn?t hit by the tidal wave. People cowered together, parents hugging their children, couples holding each other for the last time, and trainers withdrawing their Pokemon for their protection just waiting to see how Rayquaza would finish them off.

****

Micky lay on the ground, writhing in pain as he gripped his ears, trying to recover from the sound. His arms were all cut, little bits of glass jammed in them. He tried to climb to his feet, only to fall down from the ringing in his ears. His friends didn?t seem to be doing any better. Peter was collapse on the floor, trying to reach for a Pokeball, probably under the assumption that they were under attack. Purity was half way to her knee?s, using her chair for support. Micky was trying to get his head around what happened, trying to come up with an explanation for the sounds. He look in front of him to see the police car turned over, mashed up against a wall. The driver probably swerved as the sound came over him and crashed. ?Everyone ok still?? Karen asked in a moan, hugging Pikachu who was freaking out.

?****!? Micky spat loudly. ?My ear?s are killing me!?

?Join the club? Trip groaned sarcastically.

?**** you Trip? Micky said, barely able to raise his middle finger to Trip.

?Both of you! calm down? Purity shouted aggressively, totally not in the mood for listening to the two of them arguing.

Everyone on the streets started rising to their feet. It looked like something out of a Zombie movie. People rising to their feet slowly then looking around as if it were the first time they had seen the world, although the way the world looked at the time was a new experience. The first wave of sound had just shattered the windows. The second had caused electrical wires snapped, some cars had exploded, fire hydrants were spraying water everywhere, it was sheer anarchy. Some people ran into the shops, seeing a chance to rob the place in the moment of chaos. Others tried to help the wounded to their feet whilst others just ran for their lives. It was decision time for Micky. On any normal day he would have joined in thieving from the shops, but he didn?t want to look like scum in front of the others. Instead he simply asked ?What we gonna do??

?I think we should go back to my house? Martin said. ?From the looks of things it?s going to get more chaotic at any moment.? It was sensible thinking and Micky was pretty sure the entire group agreed, though part of him did feel they should go in the direction Shane went just to check if he was ok.

?Yeah, I agree? Micky said, still gripping his head. Micky took a look at the van. It was in pretty good condition aside from the shattered glass which lay on the car hood and the seats. They were lucky it withstood the sound wave, unlike the other vehicles which weren?t strong enough and simply exploded.

?I second that? Peter interrupted, already making his way to the passenger seat in Martin?s car.

?There?s not enough room for all of us in it? Trip pointed out.

?Get in the back then Dip ****? Micky spat.

?Shut up **** head? Trip replied, just as immature in his insult as Micky.

?Please, just shut it you two? Purity pleaded in a groan. Micky was about to have a go at her, something along the lines of ?Shut your face *****.? Strangely enough though, he didn?t. His subconscious told him to keep his trap shut and he didn?t know why. But he did and made his way into the back of the truck. Fortunately, Pikachu was in the front with Peter and Karen, leaving Purity, Trip and Micky in the back. It was tempting to argue again, but the group of them sat in silence. They left the back door open for light and to relieve the feeling of being trapped. Something Micky had only just learned about Purity was her claustrophobia. They passed by many people, almost everyone thieving from stores or laying unconscious on the streets. The speed Martin was driving at got them out of Rustboro in no time, Micky assuming they were going to Harville as the sirens of ambulances and police faded into the distance.

****

Rayquaza wasn?t sure how he wanted to finish off the rest of the town. There were so many options available to him. Being so powerful his body was capable of so many attacks. He had two stomachs. One that could produce fire and one that could produce water. Not to mention his ability to freeze the water just as it left his mouth. He was also capable of decapitating them one by, swallow them hole or fire a beam of light that could tear them apart in one strike. Instead, he decided to be more inventive. He began twirling, almost appearing like a green sphere, the wind around him starting to form a twister. Slowly, he dipped his body downward until it had just tapped the ocean surface. The half visible twister now became a giant tornado of light blue water. The tornado went from being about ten feet tall to at least forty feet tall. His spherical shape was visible at the top of the tornado, a black silhouette of a ball that appeared hazy through the fast spinning water.

He started to make his way towards Pacifidlog, bringing the twister with him. The spray of the water started to hit the faces of the soon to be victims. He then sent the twister through the centre of the leftover Pacifidlog town, tearing it in half, absorbing anyone who got in the way into his tornado. The twister was unmatched in power, nothing could withstand it?s power, anything in it?s way getting ripped apart, including people. It was clearly visible that the people sucked in were dead. Red stripes of blood formed on the outside, disappearing after two or three spins into the watery body of the Tornado. Rayquaza took the giant twister a good distance away from Pacifidlog before returning, almost like he letting the tension build up for the people who?d soon suffer it?s effect.

Rayquaza drove the twister to Pacifidlog?s side before drilling it at Pacifidlog?s centre again, creating a perpendicular line through it, a large cross of wreckage forming. Now there were only four chunks of Pacifidlog left. Each one holding about ten or fifteen people each. On each chunk, Everyone was huddled together. Children were screaming whilst the adults tried to shield their eyes from seeing what was about to happen. Rayquaza had to make his mind up now, which Chunk would be destroyed first? Rayquaza circled the perimeter of what was left of Pacifidlog, taking a good look at who was left, seeming to be judging them to decide which chunk to aim for. Eventually, he stopped in the centre of all four chunks, anyone likely to meet his wrath.

Rayquaza?s back was turned, and one man saw his chance to escape. Hoping not to be spotted. He dived head first into the water and started to swim away. Rayquaza was just too smart for this person however. As soon as his face met the water he heard the splash. His head shot directly towards him and he hissed loudly, his breath floating over the people of the mans chunk. He let the individual try to escape however, letting him swim at least one hundred metres from Pacifidlog before Rayquaza decided it was time to stop him. He turned to look at Rayquaza, and then he realised that Rayquaza was just stalking him, deciding when he felt like killing him.
 
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In desperation the man turned away and swam faster than he ever had before, but he was no match for Rayquaza?s aerial speed. Rayquaza shot forward, his right hand aimed downwards so that his middle claw dragged into the waves. As his claw touched the man he curled it upwards, flying upwards as well. He had scooped this man from the water perfectly, leaving him still alive but in agonising pain. Rayquaza?s scythe like claw had cut into his genitalia and had hooked at his left shoulder, the rest of his upper body untouched. He flew in front of the people of Pacifidlog, showing him off as if he were a warning to say ?let me decide which one of you to kill first or I will do this to you.? The man tried to yelp in pain but he was stopped immediately by the left claw of Rayquaza?s right hand, Rayquaza drilling it into the mans neck so perfectly that he was still alive.

Rayquaza showed him off, letting his blood spill onto each chunk of Pacifidlog before he finally showed mercy to the man, closing his hand into a fist, letting the three finger-like claws and the one thumb-like claw cut into the mans flesh until it finally chopped him apart into four separate pieces, dropping each bit of the mans body into the ocean bit by bit. His entire right hand was soaked in blood now, going from the bone white to blood red. He spun in the air once more to get a quick look at everyone before deciding what he wanted to do next. He?d only just realised that he had barely spilled any blood. He picked a target and jammed his left middle claw into the poor persons stomach. Everyone dove out of Rayquaza?s way, seeing he was only after one of them.

His new victim was a women, probably in her mid thirty?s. She was hooked on Rayquaza?s middle claw by her ribs, her stomach ripped in two on the inside. She was fading away fast and Rayquaza knew this. If he wanted to inflict any more pain on her he?d have to do it quickly. He opened his mouth nice and wide before dropping it down just above her shoulders. The women felt his saliva drop onto her head before he clamped his teeth together, slicing her head clean off her body. He was done with the body now, throwing the body back to where he got it. The headless body squirted blood everywhere as soon as it was released from Rayquaza?s claw. Soaking everyone on that chunk of Pacifidlog in blood. Rayquaza was about to pick another victim, but the a strange noise disturbed his thoughts.

?What the **** is that?? the helicopter pilot questioned, staring at the giant beast Rayquaza who was only about three hundred feet away. The helicopter was for channel four?s news coverage. It had survived the two sound waves without having it?s glass shattered, due to it being locked in a soundproof room. It was the channels pride and joy, being protected at all costs when it was not chasing up a story. It was the fastest helicopter in the world, being able to travel at two-hundred miles per hour. It was small and versatile and very tough, once it was hit by a tornado during a live coverage of the story and it still survived, though the camera upon it?s roof was ripped right out. As soon as the first screech was over, the scientists working for the company detected it?s source. The best news crew was loaded into the helicopter as well as the two best pilots.

?I dunno, Gary, are you getting this?? the female news reporter asked to her camera man. There were two cameras, one attached to the top of the helicopter and one controlled by the camera man. Both camera?s footage was sent live to the studio where TV?s still functioned despite being made of glass, since the whole studio was sound proofed from the rest of the world. The people back in the Slateport City Channel four studio looked on in horror at Rayquaza. The giant beast stared directly at the helicopter, his sick yellow eyes acting as a window to his mind, and everyone knew he had sick intentions. The four people aboard the helicopter were in great danger now, the silver vehicle about to face it?s toughest test yet. It may have been able to survive tornados but it would not be able to survive Rayquaza?s power.

?****, move this thing!? the camera man shouted to the pilots in desperation, his camera getting a perfect look at Rayquaza who had just opened his mouth, a sphere of white light forming in between his upper and lower teeth. The pilots saw this to and the main pilot immediately jolted his joystick sharply to his left. The helicopter tilted to it?s left quickly before turning away from Rayquaza. The camera man, unaware of his surrounding due to having his focus on the camera fell to his side. His camera?s weight dragged him out of the helicopter as his body fell out of the helicopter. He was fortunate, his right foot getting caught in the helicopter?s landing bars.

?Bob!? the female reporter shouted, dropping to her knee?s trying to reach the camera mans leg without falling out of the helicopter.

?Help!? Bob screamed back, still holding onto the camera, the studio getting an upside down view of Rayquaza. ?Help me, help me!? he pleaded ,trying to reach his free hand up to the female reporter. The helicopter continued to jolt away from Rayquaza?s line of sight, the giant beast firing the beam of light just off of target, missing the helicopter by an inch. Bob felt the heat of the beam, the one second of the beam passing near to him made him drop the camera, letting it fall to the ocean.

?Grab my hand? the female reporter pleaded. The co-pilot of the helicopter made his way to the back, a difficult task considering the main pilot was jolting side to side, trying to see where Rayquaza was aiming.

?Holy ****!? Bob said, his attention drawn away from reaching his hand to the female reporter. He was now staring at Rayquaza, who was charging directly at the helicopter, looking to be more than capable of out running it.

?Move!? the co-pilot shouted, seeing Rayquaza coming right for them. The pilot jolted the helicopter to the right , narrowly avoiding Rayquaza as he charged by. Bob felt his ankle breaking as the helicopter jolted, the ligament ripping through the flesh. Bob?s sight started to get blinded by blood that squirted out of his ankle. He screamed in pain loudly, his arms flailing in all directions, just praying for someone to take his hand.

Rayquaza?s miss only encouraged him further, liking the chase. He quickly made a U-turn and headed for the helicopter again. ?He?s coming back!? the co-pilot shouted again, grabbing Bob by his uninjured ankle, trying to pull him in, the reporter helping him by unhooking Bob?s broken ankle. The pilot turned again, and this time Bob wasn?t so lucky. The reporter and co-pilot hit the sides of the helicopter as turned and the sheer impact of banging against the sides made them drop Bob?s ankle. The camera mans large body dropped downwards as the helicopter turned away from him. Rayquaza had only just missed the helicopter again, but he didn?t miss Bob, Bob?s large donut filled body hooked onto his right claws, his middle and right claw of his right hand jammed into his body. The female reporter screamed as she saw it happen, the camera atop the helicopter aimed backwards getting a perfect shot of it happening. On normal occasions, Rayquaza would have toyed with the body, but this was no ordinary occasion. A helicopter was successfully avoiding him and he wasn?t going to let that happen. He ripped Bob?s body apart with his two hands and flew for the helicopter again.

?Oh god! Oh god!? the reporter repeated, hands over her mouth in shock that Bob was dead. She was in too much shock to seal seatbelt herself properly so the co-pilot did it for her, slamming the open door of the helicopter shut before returning to his seat. The lead pilot could see Rayquaza behind him, looking at the screen which showed the helicopter?s roof camera?s view. Rayquaza was gaining on them again. He jolted to his right, just as Rayquaza had expected. Rayquaza slipped his right hand out just as he passed by the helicopters back. His sharp scythe like claws torn a large hole through the back of the helicopter, just below the helicopter?s tail. The reporter screamed hysterically as she watched the claw tear through the back of the helicopter.

?****!? the co-pilot cursed loudly. ?We can?t outrun this thing? he pointed out to the pilot who already knew this. All he could do was try to tire the creature out until they could outrun him, but Rayquaza didn?t seem to tire at all.

?I know! I know? the pilot shouted, flying forward again as Rayquaza started to gain on them again. As Rayquaza began to gain on them again, he opened his mouth to release flames from his mouth. The helicopter pilot was not fast enough to dodge this. The entire helicopter became engulfed in the lava like heat of Rayquaza?s flames. That was the studio?s last look of Rayquaza, the flames melting right through the camera. The helicopter only just survived, the pilots reactions quick enough to only leave the helicopter in flames for a second, but without the camera they couldn?t see Rayquaza. The situation started to loo desperate for them as the co-pilot left his seat, trying to look through the rip at the back of the helicopter. The reporter was still alive, but she was in total shock, unable to do a thing except, shake, bite her nails and scream. The co-pilot couldn?t see any sign of Rayquaza through the tear in the back. He had no choice but to open the helicopter?s doors once more. He leaned out and immediately saw Rayquaza, but he was too late. Rayquaza had already formed a sphere in his mouth and fired the beam at the helicopter just as the co-pilot had opened his mouth to shout to the pilot.

The survivors on that remained on the broken shards of Pacifidlog looked on as the helicopter exploded, the leftovers of the smoking wreck bombing into the ocean and sinking upon impact. The stalling from the helicopter was over and now it was their turn to die. Rayquaza seemed to do some form of victory dance, twirling upwards before dropping down again. He zoomed right over the broken Pacifidlog, the people thinking he had forgotten about them. The one?s who weren?t totally traumatised began to celebrate, hugging each other whether they knew the person or not, but their celebration was too early. Rayquaza turned around to look at them turning his entire body around. His time for toying around was over, he spewed fire all over the broken chunks of Pacifidlog, quick and painless deaths for the survivors who became ash the moment the flames hit them. Rayquaza shot away from Pacifidlog, finally done with the killing for the day. Corpses and wreckage lay behind him as he flew back to the Sky Pillar.

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The group was back at Martin?s house in Harville. There was no real change from what it was like when Micky had left, aside from every house looking like they?d been broken into. Still only having four log cabin houses. As soon as the four of them entered Martin started showing them around.

?There?s two hammocks on the roof? Martin said pointing upwards.

In unison Micky and Purity said ?I?m sleeping up there? without realising the other was saying the same until they?d finished, giving each other a strange look that said ?don?t copy me? afterwards.

?Fine by me, I don?t like sleeping outdoors? Trip said, shrugging his shoulders.

?Same here? Karen continued. Now everyone?s eyes were on Peter, seeing what he wanted to do.

?I aint even staying, I wanna get to Evergrande City by the end of today, I wanna do that Victory Road Challenge thing? he stated.

?Laters dude? Micky said, waving his right hand as a goodbye to his best friend.

?Aint going yet, gonna stick around for dinner, this guy?s cooking rocks? he said nudging his head to Martin.

?Thank you? martin said, blinking his eyes like a bow.

?What you making for dinner anyways Marty?? Micky asked.

?You?ll see?? he trailed off, making it into a bit of a mystery.

Micky dumped his bag next to the sofa and collapsed onto it back first, getting his leg kicked by Karen for taking up so much room. He folded his body up to make room for her and Trip whilst Peter and Purity sat opposite them. ?Do you want any drinks?? Martin shouted from the kitchen. ?I have coke, orange juice, and I can make coffee or tea? he continued.

?Coke please? Micky shouted first.

?Tea will do fine, thank you? Karen followed in a more polite manner than Micky who felt at home in the house.

?Tea as well please? Trip shouted.

?Coffee? Purity shouted, in unison with Peter who shouted ?Coke please.?

Micky got up and headed for the kitchen to help Martin, strangely feeling that he should, feeling like he was part of the household and not a guest. He came back with the drinks, receiving ?thank yous? and ?thanks? from the other four.

****

The sun began to set in the west, giving an orange glow over Harville. Everyone was out now. The two kids Micky saw the last time he was here were out, along with what Micky assumed was Martin?s cooking partner who he met last time. The total population of Harville seemed to be about nine people, unless there were some people missing. It had a real family atmosphere, Everyone gathering together to feast on Marty and his cooking partner?s food. There was an old couple sat in rocking chairs, rocking back and forth on the log porch outside their house. The husband of Marty?s cooking partner was chasing after the two children, Micky just assumed they were his. There was also another couple there, looking to be about the same age as Micky?s father. Micky just guessed they did have a child but he was off doing what he was doing, trying to become a Pokemon champion.

Karen seemed to enjoy showing off her two Pokemon to the kids who were very entertained by the cuteness of Pikachu and the speed of Farfetch?d. Purity was helping Marty with the cooking, probably being one of the girls who was brought up helping her mother in the kitchen. Peter and Trip were discussing something on the floor, probably something related to Pokemon, both of them being very impressive trainers, both done with the badge collecting of Hoenn, though from what Micky understood, Trip had also completed badge collecting in Kanto. Micky smiled at this, such a nice atmosphere to be in. For the past month or so he?d be trekking through rough muddy routes, mountains and cities. He?d been injured over and over, been disowned by his father and stalked by some guy in a cloak that seemed obsessed with him. It was nice to just stop, almost like everything had came to a halt so Micky could just take a break, let his body recover, before starting it all again.

Micky felt one of his Pokeballs vibrate on the side of his belt. He looked down, recognising it as Strider?s. He slowly made his way from the gathering, slipping silently into the woods. He released Strider from her Pokeball and let her run about. ?What?s wrong Strider?? Micky asked nicely, patting his Pokemon on her head.
 
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Strider roared a ?Nee-Ya? as a reply to him. Micky just figured she wanted to get out in the open air for a bit. Micky figured he should let them out, throwing Free and Kotaro?s Pokeballs to the ground to release them. Free recognised where she was, the place she grew up in. Kotaro enjoyed the new experience, climbing up a tree to get a good view of the forest. Micky sat down, breaking some fallen leaves as he did. Free floated down and sat on his head, whistling a tune of some sort. It was a nice picture of peace for Micky, something he hadn?t experienced in a long time. He was tempted to let Scy out of his Pokeball but he figured it would be a little risky, being so close to people and not in a controlled area.

?Why?d you wonder off? a girls voice said from behind. Micky recognised it immediately as Purity. He shot to his feet, scaring Free away, letting her fly off to a tree.

?Pokemon wanted to get out? he replied quickly.

?Why don?t you let them out back there?? she asked, pointing towards the gathering area of Harville. ?After all, those kids seem to like Karen?s Pokemon, they?d love yours? she continued, stroking Strider?s head.

?Just thought I?d let them enjoy the forest area? Micky replied, his true reason being he just wanted a small moment to enjoy the peace of self-chosen loneliness.

?Come on? Purity said, gently grabbing Micky by the wrist. Micky just followed, completely enslaved by her touch. Strider followed whilst Free carried Kotaro to the ground before flying after Micky, letting the tiny Nincada Kotaro make scurry along after Micky. Micky rejoined the gathering, right behind Purity who was back to helping with the cooking. Micky observed. In a giant bowl, Marty and the women were making rice, more than enough for everyone. Micky knew it would be nice, Marty adding two eggs to the dish, eggs being a rarity in the new age of processed food. Everything he was making looked to be real. A vegetable stir fry, noodles and soup were to join the rice. A very oriental meal that looked absolutely delicious.

The meal was done about half an hour later. A long table was set up in between all the houses, two long benches placed on either side, even a small round bowl was placed on the far end for the Pokemon to enjoy, Pikachu and Strider even having their own plates. Free, Farfetch?d and Kotaro seeming to prefer the more traditional bowl on the floor. Micky sat opposite Purity, next to Peter and Karen near to the Pokemon. The table soon became fool of noise, conversation and eating combined. Micky felt a bit out of place, being the only one who hadn?t mastered chopsticks, but it was no big deal. It was an interesting dinner for him. He started to learn a lot more about Pokemon and Pokemon Training. He learned about the ?Victory Road Challenge? as well as a lot about the elite four of the Hoenn region from Peter, who had every intention of becoming Pokemon Champion of Hoenn.

The ?Victory Road Challenge? involved a contestant who had obtained all eight Hoenn region gym badges entering a deep dank tunnel. Very little information about the tunnel was known but many contestants entered at a time and there were plenty of wild Pokemon inside. At the end of this illusive tunnel was the ?Elite House.? Five gym sized stadiums that linked together, each one holding a member of the elite four and the final one holding the champion. If Peter wanted to become champion he?d have to battle all five trainers on the same day. The only advantage he had was he knew what Pokemon they used. The first member of the Elite Four, Sidney, was a trainer of Dark typed Pokemon. The second member, Phoebe, trained ghost Pokemon. The third member, Glacia, trained Ice typed Pokemon and the fourth member, Drake trained Dragon typed Pokemon. After this there would be a one hour break for the challenger to revive his fainted Pokemon and treat his injured before moving o not take on the Champion. It?s an uphill struggle all the wall but from what peter said it sounded well worth it. As he described it, ?It?s an uphill struggle but once you get to the top, it?s a great view.?

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?What you are about to see, is unedited footage, of what happened today where Pacifidlog town once was. This video is of a very graphic nature and this station suggests Viewers of a nervous disposition should turn away now? a reporter on channel four said lightly, showing emotion in what he said. The group sat watching an image projected on the wall, the normal television screen being destroyed like all the other glass objects from the day?s screeching. Purity was in a white robe, she?d just had a bath, Trip was dressed but his head was still soaked, a scruffy wet mess. Karen was running her bath now, standing behind the sofa watching the television. Micky figured that everyone in the world was watching this, finally an explanation for what had happened.

The video tape started playing from the point the pilot said ?What the **** is that?? From there it was unclear what was happening, however there was one clear shot of the beast that caused the devastation in the day. Micky realised who this was immediately. Having flashbacks of her sister?s drawings of the creature that killed his mother. It was the creature on the television. Micky knew it was. It was in the same place, the same viciousness and fit the description that Micky?s sister had written. Micky couldn?t bear to watch the television, in his mind just realising that his sister hadn?t lost her mind and that everything she said was true. He started shaking his head, shielding his eyes from seeing the television screen with his hand, walking up the stairs uncomfortably. When he reached the top of the stairs he walked right up to the balcony and stared up at the moon, wiping his face as if he was trying to clean it of seeing the beast that had killed his mother and drove his sister to insanity.

?What?s wrong?? Purity asked caringly, running up the stairs after Micky.

Micky pressed his left hand into his temples trying to think how to explain it all. ?It?s?? Micky couldn?t even think of a way to finish off his sentence. ?It?s?? Micky repeated, shaking his head. He slumped his back into the balcony and fell to the floor, pressing his face into his knee?s, hiding it from Purity. ?You?re in for a long night? Micky said looking up at her, finally deciding he had to tell her. ?It?It all began when my sister became a Pokemon trainer. I was a little kid and well?? Micky trailed off. ?My mother went on the Pokemon journey with my sister. They went to Pacifidlog in search of a legendary beast? Micky said, raising his eyebrow to Purity.

?You mean the one on T.V?? Purity asked, looking down the stairs, noticing Trip and Karen were listening. ?Guys, for ****s sake? she said, slamming the door shut.

?Thanks? Micky said gratefully, not liking to have people eves-dropping in his conversations.

?Go on? Purity said, dropping down next to him. ?Wait, hold on? she said, walking back towards the door. She opened it and Karen and Trip were there trying to listen into Micky and Purity?s conversation. She gave them a ?**** off? look and they left, saying stuff like ?Whatever, you can talk all you want.? She slammed the door shut again and slumped next to Micky once more, tilting her head to say ?continue.?

?Well, I?m not sure about the details of it, but from what Kerri has told me, they entered ?it?s? lair? he said, doing hyphenations with his fingers on ?it?s.? ?From what I understand when they found him he wasn?t too pleased and attacked, killing my mother, but something called it away from Kerri and made him leave them. When Kerri finally got out she was traumatised to the point she couldn?t speak. As you can guess, my dad has been Anti-Pokemon ever since.?

Purity nodded, starting to make sense of Micky?s life. ?So that?s why you started training so late? she asked.

?Yeah, was only after I got my *** saved by Angel that I decided I wanted to become a trainer.?

?Angel?? Purity asked, not sure who he was on about.

?The cute white and gold Pokemon that Kerri?s friends with? Micky replied.

?Oh yeah? she replied, remembering when Angel saved them from Scy and when she turned up after Micky?s father disowned him.

?And, well, I?ve been getting stalked by some person? Micky continued, almost one hundred percent sure the person that was appearing in his dreams had a connection to the beast that killed his mother.

?You?ve been stalked?? Purity asked, not understanding what he was on about.

?When Scy attacked us, after you?d ran off, a guy named Koga rescued me? he said.

?Koga? Koga Fuma? The ninja guy that the authorities are after? That guy is stalking you?? she repeatedly questioned, being right about everything except him stalking me.

?Yes, that Koga, and no he?s not stalking me. He saved me but he got defeated by Scy. Then Scy came back for me and someone spoke to me? Micky said.

?Spoke to you?? she questioned, wanting a little bit more of an explanation.

?He said either let him control my body or he?d take it over himself. He basically saved me from being killed and I, well he, cut off Scy?s arms, hence the metal coat thing. When we were in Chimney village, he appeared in my dream and attacked me? Micky said, bringing back the memories of how real that dream was. ?And, last night, he attacked me in person?? Micky trailed off. ?He used you to attack me in person? he said looking at her in the eyes so she knew he wasn?t joking.

?How did he use me?? she asked, worried that Micky blamed her for the gash in his head.

?I dunno, he lured me away from Trip, Pete and Shane, then he attacked me? he said, trying to make sense of it all.

?But why?? Purity asked feeling a bit guilty despite knowing it wasn?t her fault.

?How am I ?spose to know?? Micky spat in frustration.

?Sorry, I just dunno what to say in a situation like this? she said out of desperation, not sure what to do.

Micky shook is head in thought before replying with ?Look? Micky stuttered. ?Don?t worry about it, I?m just gonna go to sleep.? He opened his bag letting out his creepy candles and curled into a ball on his hammock. Purity sensing that Micky didn?t want her to push the matter, wondered down the stairs and Micky didn?t see her again as he drifted into a deep sleep.

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Rayquaza?s head surfaced through the lake outside his resting place. He took a look around, shaking the water off of his body like a dog would. He slowly slithered his way into his lair, the rocks that once were the Braille wall that sealed him in were nothing more than tiny shattered stones. He looked the blood from his claws and turned his attention to the young human boy who was in his lair. He still ay there, still alive but unconscious through the blood loss. He now had to think what to do with this boy. His blood lust had been satisfied but one more person couldn?t hurt. On the other hand, he could have a meal whenever he felt like it, so long as the body didn?t rot.

Thomas?s eyes started to blink his eyes open. It wasn?t all a scary dream, he Rayquaza before him, hissing warm saliva all over his face. He quickly dragged himself to his foot, only to remember losing one leg and tripping to the ground. He moaned in agony as his face tore on one of the rocks in Rayquaza?s lair. He was much more feisty compared with when Rayquaza had first met him. He was more determined now and Rayquaza knew that this boy would turn out like the last person he had left alone in his lair, a young girl who seemed intent on catching him. Whatever happened to her he didn?t know, but he knew he wasn?t going to make the same mistake again. He knocked the boy to the ground with one swipe of his left hand, making sure not to let his claws dig into him.

Thomas felt Rayquaza press his hand down on him, he was trapped in Rayquaza?s clasp, the four claws of his three fingers and thumb slowly beginning to dissect his body each time he moved. Slowly, Rayquaza pressed one of his right-hand claws at Thomas?s neck, sickly caressing his head with the sharp blade, drawing blood out of the his skull. Thomas slowly felt himself fading away as more and more blood trickled out of his body, slowly sliding like a stream in front of his eyes. He made one last attempt to escape, a very feeble one. Almost like he were trying to do a press up, he pushed his body off the ground with his right hand, effectively killing himself as he forced Rayquaza?s claw deeper into the back of his head. Rayquaza, lifted his right hand up and threw Thomas?s body to his side and slithered into a curled ball, sleeping away the terror he?d spread during the day.

?Cult has summoned twisted sound. Out from ruins once possessed, a fallen city living death.? - The Thing that Should not be, Metallica

Well, go ?The Thing that Should not be? making a record of 3 references. I couldn?t think of any better song for this chapter that I?d heard before. Anyways, here?s my 22nd Chapter, which would have made a much better big 2-0 compared to chapter 20. Anyhow, I?ve got my sound card back now so I?ll probably listen to a lot more songs from my downloaded stuff *considering Slipknot and Metallica are the only bands who?s albums I bought and I couldn?t listen to my downloaded stuff without my sound card* so yeah, you won?t be subjected to Metallica no more. The title ?Quenching the Thirst? was originally ?Quenching the Blood Lust? but that sounded bull**** so I just went with quenching the thirst.
 
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I just love how this rp is heaps different than normal fics, most people are too afraid to use blood and guts and swearing in pokemon. I can't wait till its finished!
 
Great. I just read this page and it was cool. Brave of you convert the seemingly 'nice' world of pokemon into something more violent. Awesome chapters, got to read the beginning later.
 
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