So i Wasn't able to find a how to post you fics thing here so i just kind of looked at others. sorry to the mods if i break some rule.
first thing first this is a PG story for blood.
this is the first of my four Shot stories one shots that are to lead into my main story that is meant to be a web comic. i need to learn to write compelling stories first. I have drawn the charachter in the first shot so if your guys like it ill post some art too. I have posted this story on serebii's forum before so some of you may have read it.
The shots take place at many times both before and after the webcomic and it may or may not involve those who will be in the comic. so this first shot enjoy:
“Some trainers have no fear.
To them, this is just one more challenge.
They follow their hearts.
That is what sets them apart and will make them Pokémon masters.”
A girl stands atop a cliff looking down at a port town bellow. When she would first travel here years ago she would get lost but now she knew the way. It was small for a town with a port. A ship was moored at the harbor; it was the SS Gale II. It was one of the larger twin hull boats. It had been constructed only a year ago. It was the ship she was to take to go to visit her grand mother who still insisted on living in the cold northern regions. She shook her head, that old lady was crazy and so was her mother for having her go up and bring medicine every couple of months. Sighing she gently touched the necklace with her nickname that her grandma had made for her; well at least the old woman was a good craftsman she thought. She set off. The two necklaces she wore clicking softly as they bounced against each other.
She started down fallowing the familiar dirt path into the city, jogging as she went; she still likes to keep fit even though she wasn’t traveling anymore. The long quiet walks, was one of the things she missed most. The path soon gave way to a red cobble stone street that matched the old redbrick buildings. The day wasn’t what she would call nice, it was overcast out, but quite warm and the cool breeze form the ocean was nice. There were many shops on the street as well as visitors waiting for the Gale II to depart again. As always she enjoyed window-shopping. The bag slung on the girl’s back felt rather light rather then holding the normal six Pokeballs she had only brought three. Nobody really battled in the sleepy little community anyways so the teen had seen no need to worry about challengers.
She took a look at her silver Pokegear it was just going on two p.m. and the ship wasn’t due to leave till five. It was at approximately that moment that her stomach started rumbling.
“Right, lunch,” she muttered to no one in particular. She had brought a sandwich her mother made in her pack, peanut butter, but she opted for the pizza place that looked out onto harbor. It was scenic and she always liked seeing the big Camerupt heat the pizza oven. Besides she knew the owner.
“Helllllo Arthur!” she called as the small bell above the door danced merrily, announcing her entrance into the cozy pizza parlor.
“Ah, the princess is off to see her grand mother?” Arthur called from the back.
“Yes, and how many times have I told you not to call me that? It’s been a long time since I was five.” She replied in a huff, crossing her arms indignant of the use of the defunct old nickname.
“HAHAHA I know, I know,” Said the stout man that came from the back. He was dressed in an apron which was covered in soot and pizza ingredient colored hand prints, black pants and a very old checkered red sweater he always wore, so much so she couldn’t picture him with out it. She was quite a bit taller then he was, he stood only at about 5’. Seemingly reading her thoughts he asks:
“Have you grown again, princess?” giving him a glare an Arbok would be proud of she retorted
“Not really I’m still 6’, maybe you shrunk?”
In reality the girl looked as she most often did after she had stopped traveling. She was wearing a green baby tee with a logo on it, fitted jeans, and ratty skate shoes that she had taken a likening to after a friend had introduced her to skateboarding. Her right eyebrow had been pierced for about two years now. Arthur never liked the small silver stud. Two necklaces completed her look a blue and white one, which she always had on, and one that spelt out her nickname that she wore when she went to see her grandmother. Her reddish brown hair looked like it always did, she had it over her ear on the left but the right side was somewhat messy with a clump framing her face. The back was very long coming down to the small of her back. A yellow backpack with a one-shoulder design was what she considered a stylish but functional alternative to the fanny pack style bag all the girls were wearing. A Pokegear that was affixed to the strap of the pack was the only indication that she was a trainer.
“BWAHAHAHA Alright so what can I get you today? I’ve got a little bit of everything and cheese,” Said the man with his trademark wide and friendly grin.
“Ill have a little bit of everything,” She said as she sat down at a table against the wall. She gazed out at the harbor it was still a gray day. She could see a couple of ship lazily moving away from the town. The sea looked a bit choppy warning of a storm. She was soon lost in thought.
“Business is slow today, I’ll join you after I get myself a slice,” said the pizza maker. Understating the complete lack of customers. Arthur returned quickly from the kitchen with two plates of food steaming food and two caned lemonades. He set them down on the table and seated himself opposite her She started reaching for the pizza, and then thinking better of it, quickly twisted and grabing two Pokeballs releasing their ocupants. A Jolteon and Murkrow sprang out.
“Hey, how are you?” she said as the Jolteon nuzzled her leg. She reaches down to scratch his ear. The Murkrow perches itself on her right shoulder and runs his beak through his feathers a few times before he decides to groom the girl’s long, reddish brown hair that had been tangled by the wind in the walk into town.
“Don’t worry I didn’t forget you,” she said as she pats his side.
“Uhhh do they want food too?” asked Arthur
“Yeah if you would mind getting something for Jolty,” Said the trainer paying more attention to her two pokemon then the jolly man sitting across from her
“Sure and um…” Arthur stumbled over his words, but made clear his intent with a gesture at the much-disliked bird Pokemon.
“Oh Murkrow will pick at the meaty bits of the pizza,” she said. She had forgotten but Arthur hated all Murkrow. When he was younger and just starting in the pizza making business a Murkrow stole the knob on his oven. Arthur, not knowing much about other Pokemon besides fire types, had chased the Murkrow. It had brought him into the mountain leading him to become lost. He was found a few days latter thinner but all right. After that he started using fire pokemon for his ovens and ever since then he has disliked the darkness Pokemon.
“And the third Pokeball in your bag?” said Arthur between uncomfortable glances at the Murkrow.
“Oh that’s my Frolass, she won’t like it in here, much too warm,” said the girl with an amused smile playing on her lips.
“You’re right about that,” responded the barrel-chested pizza maker with a smile, proudly surveying the array of Slugma he used to keep the pizza warm and the big Camerupt he used to keep the oven going.
“Ah yes the food!” he said raising a finger in the air. He quickly disappeared to the back and returned wiping his right hand on his ever dirty apron, with a small plate of Pokefood. To his amazement the spiky Pokemon was sitting in the chair he was to sit in.
“Whats it doin’ on my… ah never mind,” grumbled the pizza maker after noticing the girl mischievous smile. He set the dish on the table in front of the chair thief, and pulled another chair from a nearby table. As soon as Arthur had sat down she started eating. It was delicious. A little bit of everything was her favorite. It was pieces of green pepper with diced ham over a freshly made pizza crust and good cheese that was made in a little rural farm in Johto famous for its dairy products. They talked for a little while after eating. It was past three by the time she patted the Camerupt’s muzzle, helped feed the Slugma, bid Arthur goodbye and returned the Pokemon safely in her bag. It had gotten colder but not uncomfortably so. Deciding to walk by the docks to get a view of the ocean and kill some time before she got on the boat she set out. It had gotten darker outside due to the clouds and it looked like a storm was coming. A loud crashing sound stopped her walk dead.
“What was that?” she wondered aloud It was then she heard it again this time with people yelling. It was coming from were the SS Gale II was moored.
“The Gale better not be sinking again!” she muttered angrily as she sprinted off towards the center of the commotion. The boat was still a ways off and along the way she passed people and Pokemon alike running in all directions. It’s only when a man stopped her that she noticed the smoke and multiple fires burning around and ahead of her. The normally peaceful street continued down along three-meter gray brick wall on the right. A façade of three story tall buildings were on the left. Most of the buildings were red brick but occasionally a tan building showed up. She could see at least four different fires that engulfed at least two buildings each.
“What’s going on over there?” She asked the man never taking her eyes of the bright red orange flames.
“Don’t go there miss, some Matchamp have gone on a rampage. They’re destroying everything,” said the man in a panicked voice.
“Matchamp eh? Were did they come from?” she said never averting her eyes from the flames and smoke on the backdrop of the dark overcast sky.
“Your not thinking of going there are you?” he said with a terrified, panicked look in his eyes. She looked at him suddenly as if for the first time. The man was in his early 40s with just a hit of sliver streaking his messy black hair. He was dressed in what must have once been a nicely tailored suit. It was now ripped in various places and he was missing his left shoe. He saw no fear in her eyes, only a cold certainty that made him cringe. Here was a girl probably half his age and she had lived in those years far more then he had his whole life in this sheltered little town. He relented.
“Th-they belong to the sailors. There are three of them. They traded to make them stronger but they couldn’t control the higher levels of the traded Pokemon and they just went berserk. The sailors are nowhere to be found. The police are trapped in the station. It was hit by streetlight and wall the front of the building caved in,” He said with a quick look over his shoulder at the small collapsed building that used to be the police station. It had indeed been hit by a street light saying the front of the building had collapsed was a very accurate description of what had happened. There was no way anyone was getting out of that wreck anytime soon.
“Anybody try to take them down yet?” she said looking back towards the dock.
“Yeah some hot shot trainer, he didn’t stand a chance though… and he was using a Kadabra!” He said Kadabra as if it should have insured the trainer’s win. Then she smiled it was not a pleasant smile and the man knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Sounds like a challenge!” her steely blue eyes reflecting the flames in the distance
“No you can’t…” said the man but he never had time to finish, at that moment a shipping container struck the building to their left and it exploded in a cacophony of sound and masonry. The man was knocked to the ground and the last thing he saw before passing out was the girl sprinting off in the direction of the dock entrance. She twisted her bag around her shoulder jumping over detritus as she made her way towards the center of the commotion. Releasing her Jolteon from its ball she yelled over the din
“Hey girl, ready for a challenge?” she looked down at her companion. The Pokemon let out an enthusiastic cry and sped up.
They stopped running when they reach a gate in the wall that marked the entrance to the loading dock. The dock was a mess, along the wall were holes of various sizes and in more places then one spot a shipping container had been put through the wall. Something explosive had been thrown at one of the warehouses and a fire that was burning vigorously with no hope of going out on its own had spread to the two warehouses beside it. A was sailor laying slouched leaning a big hinge that once held the foot thick iron door on which he was sitting. The other door was bent but still on its hinges. She walked up to him as Jolteon, spiky fur brisling with electrical charge, kept watch.
“Hey, you ok?” she said as she put her hand on the pudgy man’s left shoulder.
“Wha?… who are… RUN THE MATCHAMP!…” the sailor had a glazed look in his eye, his hair was matted with blood were something had struck him. Right then he gurgled and passed out. Damn thought the trainer now how am I going to know what I’m facing? Shrugging she began her walk into the dock Jolteon at her side. An awesome sight soon greeted her there were Matchamp all right but they only numbered two. She had never seen any so large. They were in the process of pulling a large yacht out of the water. Both Pokemon were griping the bow and pulling, their large muscles brisling under the strain. They were obviously enjoying themselves.
“Alright Jolty lets go!” shouted the trainer widening her stance.
“Thunderbolt!” she called out pointing at the closest rampaging biped. The yellow Pokemon shot a large bolt of electricity at the closest four-armed fighter, unfortunately for the second the bow of the boat was wet and he also took a large portion of the attack. The Machamp turned simultaneously the picture of rage. The yacht was forgotten as it hit the dock ripping a large gash in the gray stone construct not to mention the yacht. The Pokemon were maybe fifty meters away.
“That’s it come to us,” whispered the girl, closely watching the pokemon’s movements closely incase of a faint.
“Closer… closer…” she urged. The charging Matchamp were not more the 30 meters and closing fast. This wasn’t the first time she had stared down large, charging Pokemon.
“NOW PIN MISSLE!!!” she cried. The Pokemon releases hundreds of fur-needles stabbing into the gray Pokemon the first Pokemon was taken a back by the attack and raises its arms in defense but too late and took the first two barrage of needles in the face, the third barrage however got swiped away by the big Pokemon. The second Matchamp ran past its compatriot and is about to bring a fist down on the yellow Pokemon but she leapt out of the way. The trainer had already begun running away along the warehouses but the Jolteon was now in trouble, attempting to doge eight fists
“Murkrow go!” the girl proclaimed stopping and dropping a red white ball not far from were she stood. The Pokemon was released and immediately took in the scene
“Murkrow wing attack!” the girl cried hopping to be heard over the cacophony of the battle. The Matchamp closest to the pair looks up just in time to receive the attack in its crested head. It retaliated with a punch to the Murkrow. It hits smaller Pokemon and he is sent flying into an open and burning warehouse.
“Damn it!” said the trainer swearing as she reached for her last Pokeball.
“Froslass I need you,” she said to the ball as she ran into the flames, hopping that the two Matchamp would be occupied attempting to take down Jolteon long enough for her to retrieve her Murkrow. In warehouse she frees the ice type Pokemon from its ball, and commanded it to use blizzard, freezing the flames. Finding Murkrow singed but still able to fight if need be she returns it into its Pokeball.
“Alright Jolty thunderbolt, Froslass use Blizzard on the Matchamp!” She called putting out her arm and extending her fingers as she and Frolass vacated the warehouse. Joteon and Frolass responded, Jolteon unleashing her full ten thousand volts on the far Matchamp and Frolass coolly dealing with the closer one. Unfortunately Jolteon’s luck had just run out, the rage filled Pokemon struck with a cross chop. As Jolteon was slammed into the ground the large Pokemon fell to its knees and ready to faint, its intent was to crush the smaller Pokemon under its bulk. Seeing that her beloved Jolteon is about to get crushed under the gray brute she let out a yell. Somehow the pointy Pokemon jumped in time to avoid the broad Pokemon. Jolteon however was worn out and could barely stand.
“Jolty return!” she shouted, returning the yellow pokemon to its ball. Turning to her Frolass she proclaimed.
“All right Frolass its time, LETS ROCK!” the Matchamp had shaken off the last of the ice and Frolass was raring to go.
“FROLASS LET IT HAIL!” cried the trainer drawing a large half-circle with her arm, waving at the sky out of an old habit from when her dream was to be a top coordinator. She blushed for a split second at the thought of a crowd cheering. The darkened sky immediately began dropping hail all over. The Matchamp however had no problem ignoring the hail and rushed the petite Pokemon. She easily fazed through the brick break and blasted the Matchamp with a blizzard from behind. Unfortunately for the girls the Matchamp’s former trainer had taught it a few tricks for dealing with precisely these kinds of annoyances. It turns in rage its fist igniting with red orange flame. The girl too focused on her perceived win and facing the back of the Machamp and missed the grey skinned Pokemon actions.
“Blizaaaaaard!” she called out from beside the ruined warehouses. Thrusting all four fists forwards the Matchamp easily came through the blizzard to deliver a knock out blow to the ice-ghost Pokemon. Taking all four fists to its rather small body. The immense strength of the assaulting Pokemon sent the Frolass flying into the harbor wall blowing a large carter in the process.
“NO not again! Frolass I… return!” stuttered the trainer. As thoughts of another battle gone wrong threatened to overwhelm her.
“Uhhh go jolty,” she stammered. The Jolteon, still far to weak from its previous fight clearly could not face down the Matchamp and win.
“We… we just need to get away, please Jolteon…” pleaded the trainer. The Pokemon looked over its shoulder and weakly nodded, sensing the peril her beloved trainer is in.
“Ok go! Agility!” she said, regaining some of her lost confidence. Jolteon though tired, shots through the Matchamp’s legs, distracting the Pokemon long enough for the girl to begin a headlong dash towards the main harbor gates and away from the awful Pokemon. Being a fast sprinter never came in more handy then here. Glad she had made a habit of walking or jogging everywhere. The trainer turned her head to check up on her yellow comrade. Suddenly Jolteon was at her side running she smiled at the Pokemon happy to see it unscathed. The Matchamp, not one to take things like the source of its nearly vanquished problems run away, started to run after the duo. However the brute soon realizes is no match for the lithe females. Seeing this it grabbed the closest object, an I-beam of a fallen warehouse, he hurled it with all his strength. The girl couldn’t see it coming. She was nearly at the gates the Matchamp should have been far behind. The missile missed but only barely the force of the throw obliterated the concrete and stone dock behind her.
She turned to see what had happened when her Pokemon struck her in the side in mid stride. Falling and simultaneously spinning to catch her still injured Pokemon. She saw why her Pokemon had knocked her over. It was the third Matchamp it had to have been the leader. It was some how even more massive then the others and obviously far stronger it had just body checked through the wall reducing a large segment of it to rubble. Her Jolty had saved her the worst of it by knocking her down, but her leg had been hit bad by a jagged piece of brick. The fighting type prepared to strike the fallen Pokemon that had left her hands when she hit the ground, she quickly reached for his ball but realized she had dropped it when she fell and it was nowhere in sight she quickly released Murkrow in its place and croaked.
“Save...” before the dust made her fall into a coughing fit. She then got up on shaky legs leaning on the wall. Her right leg was bleeding through her jeans. There was a lot of blood. The pain was immense but all she could think of was her jolty. Mukrow was batting the Matchamp with its wings its speed keeping it aloft and out of reach. She searched desperately for the Pokeball that would hold her Jolteon. Suddenly she heard a sound that made her blood run cold. It was a pained squawk. Murkrow had been hit. The second Matchamp had reached them and managed to land a focus punch on the wing of the already burned and battered Pokemon.
This is it she thought I’m going to die here. Then smiled NO! Not last time and not this time. There must be a way. Murkrow was still up but unable to fly it had landed on the I-beam that was sticking up form the destroyed dock.
“Murkrow…” she said as the loss of blood was getting to her and she began to shake all over. Shaking her head to clear it she saw there was no way. Not this time. Jolteon was down, Frolass was in her bag and fainted and Murkrow was about to be finished off. The Machamp had begun bending the I-beam to get to it. Blastoise had saved her last time and look what happened. Her vision blurred again as two gray shapes lunged for a black one. He wasn’t here either. She wouldn’t have gotten away last time if it weren’t for him. She fell to the ground sitting and laughed in frustration, tears streaming down her face. The pain from her leg was gone.
She reached to the front pocket of her bag fumbling to open the zipper and get to the precious photograph inside she wanted to see the last memory of the good times one last time. Why didn’t she bring her strongest Pokemon? Why did she ever stop traveling? Why couldn’t she do this what was wrong with her? Why weren’t her hands working properly? The stupid zipper wouldn’t open. Why couldn’t she see… What was that noise it sounded like talking but she could barely open her eyes. Her hands had stopped working at the zipper without her say so. It looked like there was green and orange mixed in with the gray.
It felt like she was floating. It smelled so nice and familiar… it’s… his smell? A Metagross her foggy mind told her. You’re on top of a Metagross and that’s why you’re floating she thought. Even though she could only make out blurs, she could see her savior’s face clearly and it was clear she was in his arm in a fetal position her head on his chest on top of his Matagross. She muttered something. He shouted what might have been a command and looked down and she could tell he was smiling and he said.
“Sor.. what?”
“Umbre…” she said with much difficulty. He said
“No... not here.” he said turning her face into his chest she heard what sounded like two large masses hit the ground. She smiled and said
“jolty… be disappointed.” With that she closed her eyes and let the darkness take her putting her trust in the trainer. He looked down to see that she had manged to open the bag and was clutching a photograph of two happy trainers, a boy and a girl; there were many Pokemon with them. There was a Gengar on the lower right. On the right was a Charizard and on the left was a Blastoise with two Eevee on its shell.
first thing first this is a PG story for blood.
this is the first of my four Shot stories one shots that are to lead into my main story that is meant to be a web comic. i need to learn to write compelling stories first. I have drawn the charachter in the first shot so if your guys like it ill post some art too. I have posted this story on serebii's forum before so some of you may have read it.
The shots take place at many times both before and after the webcomic and it may or may not involve those who will be in the comic. so this first shot enjoy:
“Some trainers have no fear.
To them, this is just one more challenge.
They follow their hearts.
That is what sets them apart and will make them Pokémon masters.”
A girl stands atop a cliff looking down at a port town bellow. When she would first travel here years ago she would get lost but now she knew the way. It was small for a town with a port. A ship was moored at the harbor; it was the SS Gale II. It was one of the larger twin hull boats. It had been constructed only a year ago. It was the ship she was to take to go to visit her grand mother who still insisted on living in the cold northern regions. She shook her head, that old lady was crazy and so was her mother for having her go up and bring medicine every couple of months. Sighing she gently touched the necklace with her nickname that her grandma had made for her; well at least the old woman was a good craftsman she thought. She set off. The two necklaces she wore clicking softly as they bounced against each other.
She started down fallowing the familiar dirt path into the city, jogging as she went; she still likes to keep fit even though she wasn’t traveling anymore. The long quiet walks, was one of the things she missed most. The path soon gave way to a red cobble stone street that matched the old redbrick buildings. The day wasn’t what she would call nice, it was overcast out, but quite warm and the cool breeze form the ocean was nice. There were many shops on the street as well as visitors waiting for the Gale II to depart again. As always she enjoyed window-shopping. The bag slung on the girl’s back felt rather light rather then holding the normal six Pokeballs she had only brought three. Nobody really battled in the sleepy little community anyways so the teen had seen no need to worry about challengers.
She took a look at her silver Pokegear it was just going on two p.m. and the ship wasn’t due to leave till five. It was at approximately that moment that her stomach started rumbling.
“Right, lunch,” she muttered to no one in particular. She had brought a sandwich her mother made in her pack, peanut butter, but she opted for the pizza place that looked out onto harbor. It was scenic and she always liked seeing the big Camerupt heat the pizza oven. Besides she knew the owner.
“Helllllo Arthur!” she called as the small bell above the door danced merrily, announcing her entrance into the cozy pizza parlor.
“Ah, the princess is off to see her grand mother?” Arthur called from the back.
“Yes, and how many times have I told you not to call me that? It’s been a long time since I was five.” She replied in a huff, crossing her arms indignant of the use of the defunct old nickname.
“HAHAHA I know, I know,” Said the stout man that came from the back. He was dressed in an apron which was covered in soot and pizza ingredient colored hand prints, black pants and a very old checkered red sweater he always wore, so much so she couldn’t picture him with out it. She was quite a bit taller then he was, he stood only at about 5’. Seemingly reading her thoughts he asks:
“Have you grown again, princess?” giving him a glare an Arbok would be proud of she retorted
“Not really I’m still 6’, maybe you shrunk?”
In reality the girl looked as she most often did after she had stopped traveling. She was wearing a green baby tee with a logo on it, fitted jeans, and ratty skate shoes that she had taken a likening to after a friend had introduced her to skateboarding. Her right eyebrow had been pierced for about two years now. Arthur never liked the small silver stud. Two necklaces completed her look a blue and white one, which she always had on, and one that spelt out her nickname that she wore when she went to see her grandmother. Her reddish brown hair looked like it always did, she had it over her ear on the left but the right side was somewhat messy with a clump framing her face. The back was very long coming down to the small of her back. A yellow backpack with a one-shoulder design was what she considered a stylish but functional alternative to the fanny pack style bag all the girls were wearing. A Pokegear that was affixed to the strap of the pack was the only indication that she was a trainer.
“BWAHAHAHA Alright so what can I get you today? I’ve got a little bit of everything and cheese,” Said the man with his trademark wide and friendly grin.
“Ill have a little bit of everything,” She said as she sat down at a table against the wall. She gazed out at the harbor it was still a gray day. She could see a couple of ship lazily moving away from the town. The sea looked a bit choppy warning of a storm. She was soon lost in thought.
“Business is slow today, I’ll join you after I get myself a slice,” said the pizza maker. Understating the complete lack of customers. Arthur returned quickly from the kitchen with two plates of food steaming food and two caned lemonades. He set them down on the table and seated himself opposite her She started reaching for the pizza, and then thinking better of it, quickly twisted and grabing two Pokeballs releasing their ocupants. A Jolteon and Murkrow sprang out.
“Hey, how are you?” she said as the Jolteon nuzzled her leg. She reaches down to scratch his ear. The Murkrow perches itself on her right shoulder and runs his beak through his feathers a few times before he decides to groom the girl’s long, reddish brown hair that had been tangled by the wind in the walk into town.
“Don’t worry I didn’t forget you,” she said as she pats his side.
“Uhhh do they want food too?” asked Arthur
“Yeah if you would mind getting something for Jolty,” Said the trainer paying more attention to her two pokemon then the jolly man sitting across from her
“Sure and um…” Arthur stumbled over his words, but made clear his intent with a gesture at the much-disliked bird Pokemon.
“Oh Murkrow will pick at the meaty bits of the pizza,” she said. She had forgotten but Arthur hated all Murkrow. When he was younger and just starting in the pizza making business a Murkrow stole the knob on his oven. Arthur, not knowing much about other Pokemon besides fire types, had chased the Murkrow. It had brought him into the mountain leading him to become lost. He was found a few days latter thinner but all right. After that he started using fire pokemon for his ovens and ever since then he has disliked the darkness Pokemon.
“And the third Pokeball in your bag?” said Arthur between uncomfortable glances at the Murkrow.
“Oh that’s my Frolass, she won’t like it in here, much too warm,” said the girl with an amused smile playing on her lips.
“You’re right about that,” responded the barrel-chested pizza maker with a smile, proudly surveying the array of Slugma he used to keep the pizza warm and the big Camerupt he used to keep the oven going.
“Ah yes the food!” he said raising a finger in the air. He quickly disappeared to the back and returned wiping his right hand on his ever dirty apron, with a small plate of Pokefood. To his amazement the spiky Pokemon was sitting in the chair he was to sit in.
“Whats it doin’ on my… ah never mind,” grumbled the pizza maker after noticing the girl mischievous smile. He set the dish on the table in front of the chair thief, and pulled another chair from a nearby table. As soon as Arthur had sat down she started eating. It was delicious. A little bit of everything was her favorite. It was pieces of green pepper with diced ham over a freshly made pizza crust and good cheese that was made in a little rural farm in Johto famous for its dairy products. They talked for a little while after eating. It was past three by the time she patted the Camerupt’s muzzle, helped feed the Slugma, bid Arthur goodbye and returned the Pokemon safely in her bag. It had gotten colder but not uncomfortably so. Deciding to walk by the docks to get a view of the ocean and kill some time before she got on the boat she set out. It had gotten darker outside due to the clouds and it looked like a storm was coming. A loud crashing sound stopped her walk dead.
“What was that?” she wondered aloud It was then she heard it again this time with people yelling. It was coming from were the SS Gale II was moored.
“The Gale better not be sinking again!” she muttered angrily as she sprinted off towards the center of the commotion. The boat was still a ways off and along the way she passed people and Pokemon alike running in all directions. It’s only when a man stopped her that she noticed the smoke and multiple fires burning around and ahead of her. The normally peaceful street continued down along three-meter gray brick wall on the right. A façade of three story tall buildings were on the left. Most of the buildings were red brick but occasionally a tan building showed up. She could see at least four different fires that engulfed at least two buildings each.
“What’s going on over there?” She asked the man never taking her eyes of the bright red orange flames.
“Don’t go there miss, some Matchamp have gone on a rampage. They’re destroying everything,” said the man in a panicked voice.
“Matchamp eh? Were did they come from?” she said never averting her eyes from the flames and smoke on the backdrop of the dark overcast sky.
“Your not thinking of going there are you?” he said with a terrified, panicked look in his eyes. She looked at him suddenly as if for the first time. The man was in his early 40s with just a hit of sliver streaking his messy black hair. He was dressed in what must have once been a nicely tailored suit. It was now ripped in various places and he was missing his left shoe. He saw no fear in her eyes, only a cold certainty that made him cringe. Here was a girl probably half his age and she had lived in those years far more then he had his whole life in this sheltered little town. He relented.
“Th-they belong to the sailors. There are three of them. They traded to make them stronger but they couldn’t control the higher levels of the traded Pokemon and they just went berserk. The sailors are nowhere to be found. The police are trapped in the station. It was hit by streetlight and wall the front of the building caved in,” He said with a quick look over his shoulder at the small collapsed building that used to be the police station. It had indeed been hit by a street light saying the front of the building had collapsed was a very accurate description of what had happened. There was no way anyone was getting out of that wreck anytime soon.
“Anybody try to take them down yet?” she said looking back towards the dock.
“Yeah some hot shot trainer, he didn’t stand a chance though… and he was using a Kadabra!” He said Kadabra as if it should have insured the trainer’s win. Then she smiled it was not a pleasant smile and the man knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Sounds like a challenge!” her steely blue eyes reflecting the flames in the distance
“No you can’t…” said the man but he never had time to finish, at that moment a shipping container struck the building to their left and it exploded in a cacophony of sound and masonry. The man was knocked to the ground and the last thing he saw before passing out was the girl sprinting off in the direction of the dock entrance. She twisted her bag around her shoulder jumping over detritus as she made her way towards the center of the commotion. Releasing her Jolteon from its ball she yelled over the din
“Hey girl, ready for a challenge?” she looked down at her companion. The Pokemon let out an enthusiastic cry and sped up.
They stopped running when they reach a gate in the wall that marked the entrance to the loading dock. The dock was a mess, along the wall were holes of various sizes and in more places then one spot a shipping container had been put through the wall. Something explosive had been thrown at one of the warehouses and a fire that was burning vigorously with no hope of going out on its own had spread to the two warehouses beside it. A was sailor laying slouched leaning a big hinge that once held the foot thick iron door on which he was sitting. The other door was bent but still on its hinges. She walked up to him as Jolteon, spiky fur brisling with electrical charge, kept watch.
“Hey, you ok?” she said as she put her hand on the pudgy man’s left shoulder.
“Wha?… who are… RUN THE MATCHAMP!…” the sailor had a glazed look in his eye, his hair was matted with blood were something had struck him. Right then he gurgled and passed out. Damn thought the trainer now how am I going to know what I’m facing? Shrugging she began her walk into the dock Jolteon at her side. An awesome sight soon greeted her there were Matchamp all right but they only numbered two. She had never seen any so large. They were in the process of pulling a large yacht out of the water. Both Pokemon were griping the bow and pulling, their large muscles brisling under the strain. They were obviously enjoying themselves.
“Alright Jolty lets go!” shouted the trainer widening her stance.
“Thunderbolt!” she called out pointing at the closest rampaging biped. The yellow Pokemon shot a large bolt of electricity at the closest four-armed fighter, unfortunately for the second the bow of the boat was wet and he also took a large portion of the attack. The Machamp turned simultaneously the picture of rage. The yacht was forgotten as it hit the dock ripping a large gash in the gray stone construct not to mention the yacht. The Pokemon were maybe fifty meters away.
“That’s it come to us,” whispered the girl, closely watching the pokemon’s movements closely incase of a faint.
“Closer… closer…” she urged. The charging Matchamp were not more the 30 meters and closing fast. This wasn’t the first time she had stared down large, charging Pokemon.
“NOW PIN MISSLE!!!” she cried. The Pokemon releases hundreds of fur-needles stabbing into the gray Pokemon the first Pokemon was taken a back by the attack and raises its arms in defense but too late and took the first two barrage of needles in the face, the third barrage however got swiped away by the big Pokemon. The second Matchamp ran past its compatriot and is about to bring a fist down on the yellow Pokemon but she leapt out of the way. The trainer had already begun running away along the warehouses but the Jolteon was now in trouble, attempting to doge eight fists
“Murkrow go!” the girl proclaimed stopping and dropping a red white ball not far from were she stood. The Pokemon was released and immediately took in the scene
“Murkrow wing attack!” the girl cried hopping to be heard over the cacophony of the battle. The Matchamp closest to the pair looks up just in time to receive the attack in its crested head. It retaliated with a punch to the Murkrow. It hits smaller Pokemon and he is sent flying into an open and burning warehouse.
“Damn it!” said the trainer swearing as she reached for her last Pokeball.
“Froslass I need you,” she said to the ball as she ran into the flames, hopping that the two Matchamp would be occupied attempting to take down Jolteon long enough for her to retrieve her Murkrow. In warehouse she frees the ice type Pokemon from its ball, and commanded it to use blizzard, freezing the flames. Finding Murkrow singed but still able to fight if need be she returns it into its Pokeball.
“Alright Jolty thunderbolt, Froslass use Blizzard on the Matchamp!” She called putting out her arm and extending her fingers as she and Frolass vacated the warehouse. Joteon and Frolass responded, Jolteon unleashing her full ten thousand volts on the far Matchamp and Frolass coolly dealing with the closer one. Unfortunately Jolteon’s luck had just run out, the rage filled Pokemon struck with a cross chop. As Jolteon was slammed into the ground the large Pokemon fell to its knees and ready to faint, its intent was to crush the smaller Pokemon under its bulk. Seeing that her beloved Jolteon is about to get crushed under the gray brute she let out a yell. Somehow the pointy Pokemon jumped in time to avoid the broad Pokemon. Jolteon however was worn out and could barely stand.
“Jolty return!” she shouted, returning the yellow pokemon to its ball. Turning to her Frolass she proclaimed.
“All right Frolass its time, LETS ROCK!” the Matchamp had shaken off the last of the ice and Frolass was raring to go.
“FROLASS LET IT HAIL!” cried the trainer drawing a large half-circle with her arm, waving at the sky out of an old habit from when her dream was to be a top coordinator. She blushed for a split second at the thought of a crowd cheering. The darkened sky immediately began dropping hail all over. The Matchamp however had no problem ignoring the hail and rushed the petite Pokemon. She easily fazed through the brick break and blasted the Matchamp with a blizzard from behind. Unfortunately for the girls the Matchamp’s former trainer had taught it a few tricks for dealing with precisely these kinds of annoyances. It turns in rage its fist igniting with red orange flame. The girl too focused on her perceived win and facing the back of the Machamp and missed the grey skinned Pokemon actions.
“Blizaaaaaard!” she called out from beside the ruined warehouses. Thrusting all four fists forwards the Matchamp easily came through the blizzard to deliver a knock out blow to the ice-ghost Pokemon. Taking all four fists to its rather small body. The immense strength of the assaulting Pokemon sent the Frolass flying into the harbor wall blowing a large carter in the process.
“NO not again! Frolass I… return!” stuttered the trainer. As thoughts of another battle gone wrong threatened to overwhelm her.
“Uhhh go jolty,” she stammered. The Jolteon, still far to weak from its previous fight clearly could not face down the Matchamp and win.
“We… we just need to get away, please Jolteon…” pleaded the trainer. The Pokemon looked over its shoulder and weakly nodded, sensing the peril her beloved trainer is in.
“Ok go! Agility!” she said, regaining some of her lost confidence. Jolteon though tired, shots through the Matchamp’s legs, distracting the Pokemon long enough for the girl to begin a headlong dash towards the main harbor gates and away from the awful Pokemon. Being a fast sprinter never came in more handy then here. Glad she had made a habit of walking or jogging everywhere. The trainer turned her head to check up on her yellow comrade. Suddenly Jolteon was at her side running she smiled at the Pokemon happy to see it unscathed. The Matchamp, not one to take things like the source of its nearly vanquished problems run away, started to run after the duo. However the brute soon realizes is no match for the lithe females. Seeing this it grabbed the closest object, an I-beam of a fallen warehouse, he hurled it with all his strength. The girl couldn’t see it coming. She was nearly at the gates the Matchamp should have been far behind. The missile missed but only barely the force of the throw obliterated the concrete and stone dock behind her.
She turned to see what had happened when her Pokemon struck her in the side in mid stride. Falling and simultaneously spinning to catch her still injured Pokemon. She saw why her Pokemon had knocked her over. It was the third Matchamp it had to have been the leader. It was some how even more massive then the others and obviously far stronger it had just body checked through the wall reducing a large segment of it to rubble. Her Jolty had saved her the worst of it by knocking her down, but her leg had been hit bad by a jagged piece of brick. The fighting type prepared to strike the fallen Pokemon that had left her hands when she hit the ground, she quickly reached for his ball but realized she had dropped it when she fell and it was nowhere in sight she quickly released Murkrow in its place and croaked.
“Save...” before the dust made her fall into a coughing fit. She then got up on shaky legs leaning on the wall. Her right leg was bleeding through her jeans. There was a lot of blood. The pain was immense but all she could think of was her jolty. Mukrow was batting the Matchamp with its wings its speed keeping it aloft and out of reach. She searched desperately for the Pokeball that would hold her Jolteon. Suddenly she heard a sound that made her blood run cold. It was a pained squawk. Murkrow had been hit. The second Matchamp had reached them and managed to land a focus punch on the wing of the already burned and battered Pokemon.
This is it she thought I’m going to die here. Then smiled NO! Not last time and not this time. There must be a way. Murkrow was still up but unable to fly it had landed on the I-beam that was sticking up form the destroyed dock.
“Murkrow…” she said as the loss of blood was getting to her and she began to shake all over. Shaking her head to clear it she saw there was no way. Not this time. Jolteon was down, Frolass was in her bag and fainted and Murkrow was about to be finished off. The Machamp had begun bending the I-beam to get to it. Blastoise had saved her last time and look what happened. Her vision blurred again as two gray shapes lunged for a black one. He wasn’t here either. She wouldn’t have gotten away last time if it weren’t for him. She fell to the ground sitting and laughed in frustration, tears streaming down her face. The pain from her leg was gone.
She reached to the front pocket of her bag fumbling to open the zipper and get to the precious photograph inside she wanted to see the last memory of the good times one last time. Why didn’t she bring her strongest Pokemon? Why did she ever stop traveling? Why couldn’t she do this what was wrong with her? Why weren’t her hands working properly? The stupid zipper wouldn’t open. Why couldn’t she see… What was that noise it sounded like talking but she could barely open her eyes. Her hands had stopped working at the zipper without her say so. It looked like there was green and orange mixed in with the gray.
It felt like she was floating. It smelled so nice and familiar… it’s… his smell? A Metagross her foggy mind told her. You’re on top of a Metagross and that’s why you’re floating she thought. Even though she could only make out blurs, she could see her savior’s face clearly and it was clear she was in his arm in a fetal position her head on his chest on top of his Matagross. She muttered something. He shouted what might have been a command and looked down and she could tell he was smiling and he said.
“Sor.. what?”
“Umbre…” she said with much difficulty. He said
“No... not here.” he said turning her face into his chest she heard what sounded like two large masses hit the ground. She smiled and said
“jolty… be disappointed.” With that she closed her eyes and let the darkness take her putting her trust in the trainer. He looked down to see that she had manged to open the bag and was clutching a photograph of two happy trainers, a boy and a girl; there were many Pokemon with them. There was a Gengar on the lower right. On the right was a Charizard and on the left was a Blastoise with two Eevee on its shell.