Chapter 28: Scy?s new trainer
?And I will Just Say Goodbye? - Fade to Black, Metallica
?Ok dude. Just register here and enter the chat room? Peter said, pointing to a red button that said ?register.? It was just Micky, Peter and Purity in the Pokemon Centre. Everyone else was helping Marty at his stool. They?d entered a special room full of computers. Apparently, with the right equipment you could store objects in virtual reality in much the way Pokemon were stored in Pokeballs, which is why this a Pokemon Centre was the best place to go when you wanted to trade Pokemon at long distances or you left Pokemon with a friend and wanted to retrieve them. Micky filled out his registry form, basic stuff like name, age, address, and there was one new to him. Trainer ID number. He had to ask Peter what this was. Apparently all trainer cards had a designated number, Apparently how a trainer could be tracked. It sprung back to memory how the police done this when Micky first saw Scy. He registered everything, eventually making his screen name on ?
www.trade-a-mon.com? as ?Micky-Onimusha-Hardy? in as his screen name when Micky-Hardy failed
He put on some sort of head set and placed his Pokeball belt in a box and in moments, as far as he was concerned, he was in a totally different world. It looked just like reality, however, there were obvious things that told him that it wasn?t. In the air floated big signs with writing on them like ?Bald, you need Mr Hair? or ?Wanna see me in the all, click here!? Internet adverts stalking the sky, people Micky had never met were wondering the floor. Eventually he wondered up to someone, a tall long legged blonde, asking for directions. ?Excuse me, where am I?? he asked.
?The triple W of course? she replied in a bimbo-like voice.
?The triple W?? Micky asked, not familiar with internet talk.
?The world wide web silly? she replied.
?Oh, um, how do I get to trade-a-mon.com?? Micky asked, really only on here for that, though this did seem very interesting.
?Well, look for it on a search engine? she said.
?A search engine??
She shook her head in disbelief of Micky?s lack of internet knowledge and eventually pointed to a giant red train in the distance. ?The search engine? she continued. ?Talk to the driver, say where you wanna go, he?ll find it for you.?
?Thanks!? Micky said, running towards the giant red train. It looked so old, like one of the trains you?d see in a western movie. The man Micky assumed he was suppose to ask looked just like a character out of one as well, thick bushy black moustache, brown cowboy hat and dressed in a one piece jean tank top thing. ?Um, am I suppose to ask you how to reach a website?? Micky asked.
?Yep, that?d be me you wanna be asking? he replied, sounding like a cowboy. Micky really could swear this was all an act, it was too western for it to be real, but then again, he was surrounded by a freak show. There were all sorts of people here, ranging from the elderly, little kids as well as all branches of society, goths, grungers, townies, rudies, almost every ethic group, they were all here.
?Um, can you take me to
www.trade-a-mon.com please?? Micky asked nervously.
?Why of course, you ?ere must be one o? them trainer sorts right??
?Yeah? Micky laughed nervously, thinking this guy was telling a very unfunny joke.
?Well, get out on back and we be delivering you there shortly now!? he replied. Micky wondered into the carriage at the back, about twelve other people filling the forty seats that were spread out at two either side. Micky got himself a double seat to himself and after about a five minute wait, the train zoomed off, Micky looking outside the windows only seeing a blur of all the colours of the rainbow.
?Places in Baxton!? the driver shouted. A man and who appeared to be his wife got out of their double seat and left the train before it drove off again. It was four stops, each with about a five second gap in between them before Micky?s destination was finally found. He stepped out of the ?Search Engine? and stared in amazement. There was a sign saying ?Welcome to
www.trade-a-mon.com, we hope you enjoy your stay? that stood before what could only be described as a Coliseum and phone booths. This thing was just like the ancient Roman Coliseum, about two hundred feet in height, a strain on the neck to look at. He marched closer, many people passing by, People entered the phone booths and as soon as the door closed it sprung open again, the person inside missing and room for the next to walk right in and disappear as well.
Micky felt like such an idiot, not having a clue what was happening. He ended up poking some chubby kid of about thirteen on the shoulder, requesting explanations for what was going on. The kid replied ?If ya wanna trade Pokemon, it?ll take you to the ?Union Room? and from there you can search for the Pokemon you want and see if you can get it. If you want to see Pokemon battles or compete in them walk into the coliseum.?
?Thanks? Micky said gratefully before running off towards the phone booth shaped boxes. The moment he entered the curtain closed. Nothing seemed to happen. In frustration he stepped out and found that something had happened. He stepped into a seemingly endless abyss of a white room, standing in front of a door and a robotic female voice shouted ?Username and Password please.? Startled, Micky jumped to his left before realising what the computer was asking.
A keyboard was presented in front of Micky and he typed in Micky-Onimusha-Hardy and his password ?Johnny Pot Smoker.? The door opened and Micky stepped into what he assumed was ?Union Room.? It was a giant green room, tiled with white in the centre of every eight green tiles on the floor. Micky felt like an idiot again as he had to request help from another bystander. Some girl, probably only ten or so, holding a candy bar in hand began to explain in her sweet little voice. ?Go to the front desk and get one of these? she said, holding a blue cell phone like item. It flicked open and looked like a Pokedex inside. ?You enter the Pokemon you want to trade in here and when someone wants it will beep, and you can meet with them? she said with a cute little lisp.
?Thanks? Micky smiled, moving through the crowds to the front desk. After getting his name listed he was handed one of these cell phone items called a ?Union Phone? and listed Scy as the Pokemon he wanted to be rid of. After about ten seconds the phone beeped. The moment Micky clicked ?Answer? he was teleported out of the main union room into a white room that looked like it had no end. Feeling a little bit sick, he stood face to face with the trainer after Scy.
?Hi? the trainer greeted. She looked kind of scary, a little bit taller than Micky and definitely older. Her eyes were a cold icy blue, piercing fear into Micky as he tried to introduce himself. Her hair was about as long as Micky, a natural fiery red. She was pale all over, looking ice cold and starved for food, almost anorexic thin. She was wearing a black cape. She seemed to favour black leather, her tank top, trousers and boots made of it, fitting incredibly tightly on her body. Her voice was so much nicer than her appearance, seemingly nice compared to this cold heartless appearance she had.
?Um, hi? Micky said nervously, flapping his left hand up.
?Zuidra Gonfu? she smirked, putting her hand out.
?Micky? Micky said awkwardly, shaking her hand realising that her skin didn?t just look ice cold.
He shook her hand politely as she asked ?You have a Scizor?? with a smile on her face.
?Yeah.?
?Well, I have a lot of Pokemon that I?m willing to trade, I?ll show you a list? she smirked, incredibly determined to get Scy as quickly as she could.
?Wait! Wait! There?s something you should know ?bout my Scizor? Micky said, his responsible side getting the better of him.
?What?? Zuidra asked, worried he had some sort of crippled Scizor, or even worse, he was lying.
?He?s a little bit?? Micky started to say, thinking of a way to described Scizor?s mentality. ?He?s a lil, well, very? Micky started rolling his hand as he started to think of a good word to use leaving Zuidra tense and on edge, wanting to know what Micky was going to say.. ?A little bit insane? Micky eventually said grudgingly.
?Cool? she smiled, now totally eager to obtain Micky?s Scizor.
?Well, it really isn?t? Micky replied, not exactly the best person at making his Pokemon look great.
?I come on? she said sarcastically. ?A mental Pokemon would be perfect as a guard for my base? she smiled.
?Your base?? Micky asked, not understanding a what she meant. All this time Micky had assumed she was a trainer, why would she have a base, unless she meant a caravan of some sort.
?Secret Base, my one is huge, my Electabuzz smashed a hole into Ornerier Mountain. There?s huge inner tunnels and a brook for my water dragons that pours out as a spring out of the side of the mountain.? Micky really couldn?t be bothered to listen to the story of her base.
?Well, I?m only giving him to you if you?re sure you can handle him and when I?m sure you can? Micky stated, not wanting to feel responsible should happen to this girl referring to herself as ?Zuidra?
?Well send him out and see? she smiled.
?Um, I dunno if I wanna do that? Micky said unnerved.
?Oh come on, you have the Pokeball, you can withdraw him if he does something stupid.?
Micky thought for a moment before grudgingly grabbing the red and white orb in his hand. He tapped the release button and let out the giant steel mantis, his nerves shaking. A smile formed on Zuidra?s face as Scy formed. Micky stared coldly at him as he turned aggressively to look Micky in the eye. That cold stare soon turned to him attempting to attack Micky. He launched himself at Micky who was already prepared for it, diving to his side and hitting an invisible barrier in the white abyss. ?Scizor stop!? Zuidra ordered, shouting at Micky?s Scizor. Scy turned and looked at her in the eye, Micky trying to reach his Pokeball to withdraw him, the red and white orb rolling on the floor from where Micky had let go as he dived. Scizor went to hit Zuidra but he couldn?t. She didn?t flinch she didn?t try to move, she stood her ground as she froze him in place with her ice blue eyes.
?Scy, I dunno why you?re even bothering, this is the web, you can?t hurt me? Micky spat cockily, only just realising they were in a cyber world. ?Come on, gimme your best shot asshole? Micky shouted.
?Micky it?s?? Zuidra tried to say, interrupted by Scy kicking Micky directly in the stomach with his right leg, the hard steel smacking into the bone of Micky?s abdomen.
Micky fell back off of his chair as the helmet that put his mind in virtual reality came flying off. He landed hard on the back of his head before effectively doing a back roll onto his knees, gripping his stomach with his left arm and the back of his head with his right. ?****!? Micky spat.
?**** are you ok?? Peter shouted dropping down to Micky?s side.
?****, Pokemon can attack you when you aren?t in a real world?? Micky asked rhetorically.
?Yes? Peter shouted. ?And get back in there, you?re almost rid of that thing!? Against Micky?s will, Peter shoved the helmet back on. Micky was immediately back where he was before and Scy was there to greet him, hissing as if to say ?Sure I can?t hurt ya.?
?Scizor, don?t? Zuidra asked.
Micky looked up at Scy angrily but Scy knew that this was gonna be a trade and he?d do anything to get away from Micky, even if it meant obeying another trainer. He preferred this trainer though, she was fearless and controlling. The kind of trainer he wanted. He didn?t want to leave Micky unharmed but he had no choice, at least until he was official no longer under his control. Zuidra withdrew Scy with Micky?s Pokeball and tossed it to him. Micky caught it in both hands and got to his feet. ?Proof enough?? Zuidra asked, referring to when Micky said she needed to be able to control Scy before she could get him.
?This still isn?t real life, I doubt he?ll act the same then? Micky said, still a little reluctant to loose his Scizor.
?Jesus Christ, what I gotta do to prove to you that I?m a good enough trainer?? she asked in frustration.
?Look, I dunno? Micky muttered thinking. ?Where in Hoenn are you, I can trade with you personally and see if he obeys? Micky said, the best thought he had.
?I live in Kanto? she said rolling her eyes.
?Kanto?? Micky said, the thought never occurring to him.
?Yeah, I said that didn?t I?? Zuidra replied the frustration sinking in and becoming rudeness.
?Look, what?s your screen-name?? Micky asked. ?Lemme think about it and I?ll get back to you ok??
?Dragonfree? she muttered. ?When do you intend to, ?cause if another Scizor becomes available I?m gonna take it? she replied, almost a threat.
?Ok. I?ll come back on this site tomorrow, I?ll get in contact with you, ok?? Micky asked.
?Very well? she groaned back.
?Think you can wait that long?? Micky asked.
?Yeah.?
?Ok good, now how do I get out??
?Your watch? she said.
?I?m not wearing a watch!? Micky said, glancing to his right wrist to see a black watch on it. ?Ah, I see? he smirked. She smiled and nodded and Micky pushed down on it. There was a flash of black before Micky found himself staring into the virtual reality helmet. He removed it and found the computer screen as black as what he saw, reverting back to normal after ten seconds. Micky felt the pain on his back and head return and his hand was no longer free from the cast and functioning, now back to being tightly restricted and putting him in pain with each movement. The watch now gone and probably only appearing in the internet.
?Well?? Purity asked.
?Well what?? Micky replied.
?You know what? Peter spat back.
?I?m gonna speak to her tomorrow? Micky said bluntly.
?Why didn?t you trade now?? Peter asked.
?I just don?t think she knows what she?s getting into. I mean, this is Scy we?re talking about. He kicked almost every **** on the Rustboro police force a few days ago, I really dunno if she can control him? Micky said, thinking about what would happen to her if Scy didn?t obey and feeling it would be on his conscience.
?Ok dude, you are fifteen. Why are you acting like a responsible adult?? Peter asked.
?What is it with you guys and the word dude?? Purity asked. It only just struck Micky and Peter that they seemingly couldn?t refer to anyone as anything but dude and dudess. ?You sound like a bunch of stoners? she stated sarcastically.
?That?s ?cause we are? Micky replied sarcastically.
?Oh ha ha? she spat back.
?Dudes, back on topic, answer the question Micky? Peter ordered.
?See what I mean? she said.
?Yeah? Peter spat. ?Sure Sweetheart? Peter continued. He still hadn?t totally warmed up to the idea of having her around. He had pretty sexist views of women, really seeing them as mere sex objects and nothing more. He saw no purpose to Purity?s existence, in his eyes she was just gonna slow Micky down and he really thought he should get rid of her, Karen as well. With Trip being an experienced trainer, Peter felt a bond with him.
?Dude! Dudess!? Micky shouted, now intentionally calling them dude and dudess just to annoy Purity. ?Calm it ok, lets just go find Marty and the others ok??
They eventually agreed with Micky and Micky grabbed his Pokeball belt and the group left the computer room, heading into the crowded streets of Rustboro. With ease they found Marty again and were back to helping him. Karen had all her Pokemon out, all of them helping out. Farfetch?d and Swablu floated around the streets with a sign hanging from their beaks advertising Marty?s store, Raichu used helped pass the plates onto the table but aside from that he was an all round annoyance, Sneasel on the other hand was much better, using her icy powers to keep food frozen until Marty needed it cooked.
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