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Chapter 2 – Disaster
Will took in a deep breath of the fresh evening air as he walked slowly through the poorly lit back streets surrounded by the tall, grey buildings of his hometown, Goldenrod City, accompanied by his two younger brothers, Max and Frankie. Apart from their differences in height, the three Wynne brothers looked shockingly alike, each of them with fair skin, short black hair, and a slim frame. However, while Will and Frankie wore blue jackets over their jeans, Max, the middle brother, wore a red, woolly jumper.
‘That battle against Morty was so cool, Will,’ said Frankie, ‘I kept thinking you were gonna lose, but you did it! It was so cool!’
‘Thanks. To be honest with you, I kept thinking I was gonna lose too.’
‘No you didn’t!’ said Max furiously, ‘You knew you were gonna win the whole time! Admit it! You only make it look close so the audience love you even more!’
‘That’s not true. It looked close because it was close. What do you think I am?’
‘I think you’re a show off. You can’t bear the idea that your battles might look easy – you play down your talent so that it looks more impressive!’
‘That doesn’t make sense,’ said Will.
‘Yeah, that doesn’t make sense!’ added Frankie.
‘Shut up, Frankie. This is nothing to do with you.’
‘Hey, be nice to Frankie. Why have you always gotta be mean to him?’ asked Will.
‘Oh, knock it off. I’m always nice to him. You sound like Mum.’
‘You’re just jealous because Will’s better at Pokémon than you!’ teased Frankie.
‘No, I’m not! I don’t care!’
‘If you care so little,’ said Will, ‘Why are you always talking about how you’re the best battler in your class?’
‘It’s true! The kids in my class all suck! Anyway, I said that like one time.’
‘You say it all the time! You said it earlier today!’ exclaimed Will.
‘I did not!’
‘If you’re so good, why don’t you battle Will?’ challenged Frankie.
‘We can’t battle here, we’re in the middle of the street. If the police come, we’ll be in trouble. Why don’t you try using your brain for once?’
‘It’s not stupid,’ said Will, ‘We can just go down an alley or something, there’s plenty around here. I’m up for a battle, if you want one.’
‘We could still get caught, even if we’re down an alley.’
‘You’re just scared! You’re such a baby!’ said Frankie.
‘I am not scared! It’s a stupid idea. Maybe tomorrow at home, or something.’
‘Oh, go on, Max. It’ll be fun. I’ll go easy on you.’
‘I don’t need you to go easy on me!’
‘Are you saying you’re up for a battle?’
‘Ugh! Fine, but if we get into trouble, it’s your fault!’
A few minutes later, Max and Will were standing opposite each other in a nearby dark alley. Frankie stood behind Will. The tall walls on either side of the impending battle blocked out what little sunlight that remained in the sky. In fact, as the alley led to a dead end, the only light came from behind Max, courtesy of a lamppost in the street that the alley led off, meaning that Will and Frankie were covered in ominous shadows. The lighting situation was, however, the least of Max’s concerns. He hated battling Will. He always lost, and Will was always mean about it. It was humiliating, and made all the worse by the fact that Frankie never failed to join in with Will’s gloating. Max couldn’t wait until Frankie had Pokémon of his own, so he could show him how it felt to be constantly beaten and made fun of.
‘Hey Maxie, you gonna pick a Pokémon or what?’ shouted Will from the other side of the alley.
‘Why don’t you pick first? I always have to pick first,’ answered Max unhappily.
‘You know the rules. You beat me, and I’ll pick first next time. I won last time, so you gotta pick first.’
Max grumbled to himself, and ran his hand over the three Poké Balls on his belt, trying to decide which one to open with. With each passing battle against Will, it became increasingly difficult to remain enthusiastic about this decision. Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Max knew that whichever Pokémon he chose, Will would defeat it without breaking a sweat. He took in a deep breath, and tried to make himself care. He absolutely had to beat Will one day, and if he gave up completely, it would never happen. He set himself the target of knocking out just one of Will’s three Pokémon before all three of his own were defeated, but quickly took it back – that was getting way too far ahead of himself. He decided instead that his target would be to make Will think, even for a moment, that one of his Pokémon might be knocked out.
‘You battling or not, Maxie?’ sneered Will from across the alley.
‘Yeah, Maxie! You battling or not?’ shouted Frankie.
‘Yeah, yeah, give me a chance!’
After a couple of seconds more deliberation, Max grabbed a Poké Ball from his belt, and threw it out into the alley in front of him.
Max’s Wooper burst out of its Poké Ball, and looked around. When Max released the small, blue, bipedal Pokémon to battle his school friends, it usually jumped around excitably, but upon seeing Will it became noticeably dejected. Will made a show of thinking carefully about what Pokémon he would choose to counter Wooper, but Max knew it was all an act. He would have put a large sum of money on Will’s next Pokémon being his Golduck. Will loved using his Golduck to defeat Max’s Wooper because they were both Water types. He liked to show that he was so much better than Max that, even when they were using the same type, and therefore had an even playing field, he could win with ease.
Eventually, Will nodded, indicating that he had made his decision. He pulled a Poké Ball off of his belt, and threw it in front of him. Just as Max had predicted, the Ball exploded to reveal Will’s Golduck. Frankie cheered excitedly.
‘Dig!’ ordered Max.
Wooper immediately curled up in a ball, and used its head, feet, and tail together to start tearing up the unevenly paved ground beneath it. It made quick progress, slowly disappearing into the pothole it was creating.
‘Fill up the hole,’ commanded Will.
Will’s Golduck walked over to its opponent with an extraordinarily casual manner reflecting its trainer’s confidence. Before doing anything, it peeked into the hole that Wooper had now completely disappeared into. The smaller Water type continued to desperately tunnel, throwing up small pieces of dirt and concrete near where Golduck was standing. The larger Water type opened its mouth, and fired a fierce torrent of water into the small hole. Wooper made a desperate attempt to continue digging, but within a few seconds, it was floating at the top of what looked more like a puddle than a hole.
Will laughed, and Frankie cheered.
‘Wooper! Get to the bottom of the water, and keep digging! It won’t be able to fit down the hole!’
‘Grab it, and hit it with a Psychic, Golduck!’
Wooper momentarily disappeared back into the now water-filled hole, but Golduck swiftly grabbed it, and pulled it out again. It gripped Wooper in both of its hands, and then simply paused, allowing the smaller Water Pokémon to squirm pathetically in its futile attempts to escape.
‘Get loose, Wooper! You can do it!’
Unfortunately, Max’s encouragements were in vain. Wooper failed to escape, and after what seemed like hours of toying with it, Golduck finally sent a purple blast of energy out of the small, red sphere in the middle of its forehead, knocking Wooper out instantly. Max sullenly returned the small Water Pokémon to its Poké Ball, and sent out his next Pokémon – Zubat. In response, Will withdrew Golduck to its Poké Ball, and sent his Nidorino out to continue the battle.
‘Fly high where it can’t hit you, and launch a Confuse Ray, Zubat!’
‘Horn Attack before it gets anywhere! Jump if you have to! Keep it grounded!’
Zubat flew into the air as fast as it could, but Nidorino leapt into the air with such power that it was able to catch the Flying type with its horn, quickly slashing it across the stomach. In spite of this setback, Max was ecstatic. The last time he had battled Will, Zubat had been knocked out by a single Horn Attack from Nidorino, but now it had not only been able to withstand the onslaught, but to continue flying upwards, putting itself outside the range of further attacks. Looking across the alley at Will’s shadowy face, Max was fairly sure he had noticed the difference too. The bat Pokémon then made some high pitched noises, and fired what looked like a ball of rainbow glitter from its mouth. Nidorino made an attempt to dodge it, but was hit head on by the Confuse Ray. To Max’s delight, Will cursed under his breath.
‘Ice Beam,’ ordered Will.
Nidorino took a few aimless, dizzy steps before responding. For a second, Max thought it was about to hurt itself in its confusion, but it suddenly gathered its wits, and launched a light blue beam that knocked Zubat out of the air. The pink Poison type made an attempt to rush over so that it could finish the job, but stumbled in its disorientation, falling over and hurting itself instead. Ultimately though, it didn’t matter, as Zubat was knocked out by the Ice Beam before it hit the ground anyway. Max returned it to its Poké Ball with a grumble, and sent out his last Pokémon, Mankey. Will returned Nidorino, and sent Heracross out to continue the battle.
‘Mankey, Focus Blast!’ cried Max desperately.
He had saved up for weeks so that he could afford the TM to teach his Mankey Focus Blast. He just prayed it would be enough to at least make the match between Mankey and Heracross a close one.
‘Heracross, Counter!’ ordered Will.
Mankey raised its hands, and created a ball of shining white light between them, which it fired at Heracross. The large, blue Bug stopped for a moment, seemingly injured, but then flew towards Mankey at an incredible speed, and slammed its large horn against the smaller Fighting type, sending it tumbling across the alley. Mankey was immediately knocked out. Max withdrew Mankey, and was about to say something when he heard a voice come from behind him.
‘Hey, Champ. Long time no see.’
Max turned to see a group of four teenagers around Will’s age standing at the entrance to the alley, and blocking the three brothers in. He took a few cautious steps backwards so that he was nearer Will and Frankie. The one who had spoken was standing a few steps ahead of the rest of the group, and appeared to be the leader. He wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt and blue jeans, had a shaved head, and a gold stud in his left ear. The other three stood next to each other at the entrance to the alley. A young man with a white vest, blue jeans, and a dyed red Mohican stared furiously at Will from the middle of the rear trio. Next to him was a girl with short, dyed blue hair, a black sleeveless top, a short denim skirt, who seemed to be more concerned with checking the large, gold rings on each of her hands than what was going on in front of her. The last member of the group seemed out of place with the other three, sporting an enormous belly; greasy, black hair; grey, stained jogging bottoms; and a black t-shirt with the name of an obscure metal band from thirty years ago.
Heracross, who was still out of its Poké Ball from the battle, dashed out in front of Max, and took a defensive stance, showing that it was ready to protect the brothers. Without warning, a Graveler appeared in front of it, and punched it in the face. After the Focus Blast from Max’s Mankey, this was more than enough to knock the Bug type out. Not a second later, another three large Pokémon appeared in the alley, each grabbing and restraining one of the brothers. Max was struck silent as he was held still by an Ursaring, and Frankie whimpered quietly in the arms of a Machoke.
‘What do you want?’ asked Will, struggling against the Poliwrath that held both of his arms from behind.
‘What do you think we want?’ answered the leader of the group, ‘You’re the amazing Will Wynne. We want your Gym Badges.’
‘Do you think I’m fucking stupid? I don’t carry my Gym Badges.’
At this, the red haired member of the group became suddenly furious, taking a few steps forwards, and gesticulating wildly as he spoke.
‘Don’t fuck with us, okay? We’ll fuck you up! You’re gonna give us your fucking Badges, okay? You think we’re gonna put up with your shit now? You think we’re fucking scared of you?’
‘I never said you were scared, but I did notice that you waited until after I had a battle to attack.’
‘Oh, fuck this! Poliwrath! Snap his fucking neck!’ shouted the red haired teen in anger.
‘Spike!’ snapped the leader of the group, ‘Calm it, there’s no need for that.’
Poliwrath didn’t move.
‘Will,’ continued the leader, now ignoring the one called Spike, ‘So you say you haven’t got your Gym Badges with you. Fair enough. I suppose I wouldn’t carry my Badges if I had any.’
‘Come on!’ yelled Spike, taking a few steps forward.
The leader of the group threw his arm out to stop him walking any further.
‘That’s enough, Spike. Go stand with Saf and Chubby like I told you to.’
Spike grumbled incoherently, but obeyed.
‘Now, Will, we’ve got a problem. We’ve gone to all this trouble to get your Gym Badges, but you don’t have them with you. Of course, that’s not your fault, but it wouldn’t be fair for us to leave empty handed now, would it?’
Max wanted to say something clever, but his mouth wouldn’t open. Fortunately, Will did not suffer from the same ailment.
‘Life isn’t fair.’
Once again, Spike exploded in enraged profanities.
‘Spike, how many times have I gotta tell you? Shut the fuck up.’
Spike nodded, and looked to the ground, clenching his fists. The fat teen patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, but Spike batted his hand away angrily.
‘Now, where was I?’ said the leader of the group, ‘Oh, that’s right. After going through all this effort, it wouldn’t be fair for us to leave empty handed, so we’re going to need something. Now, what could that be? Pokégear seems like a bit of a meagre prize given that we came expecting Gym Badges...’
A few seconds passed in which the only sound that could be heard was Frankie’s whimpering.
‘I’ve got it. You’re going to give us your Pokémon. The amazing Will Wynne’s Pokémon should fetch a good price. What do you say, guys?’
The three standing behind him cheered, indicating their support. To Max’s surprise, Will said nothing.
‘Yeah, that’ll work. I think you’d better hand them over. Actually, you know what? Spike here is gonna walk over and pull the Poké Balls off your belt while his Poliwrath holds you still.’
‘Chubby can do it,’ spat Spike.
‘I asked you to do it, Spike.’
Spike muttered objections, but walked towards Will as instructed. Will sighed, but made no effort to fight. Tears streamed freely down Frankie’s face. Max was stunned silent. He didn’t understand why Will wasn’t fighting, but he was too terrified to say anything. Spike stopped an inch in front of Will’s face, and paused, patting him patronisingly on the shoulder.
‘You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been waiting for this, buddy.’
Spike then proceeded to remove the three Poké Balls from Will’s belt, and return Heracross to the appropriate one.
‘What about the shrimp, boss? He’s got Pokémon too,’ said the rotund member of the group.
‘Shut the fuck up, Chubby. You saw his Pokémon, they sucked, there’s no point,’ snapped Spike.
‘I like it,’ said the leader, ignoring Spike, ‘Take little Wynne’s Pokémon too, Spike.’
At this point, Will started struggling furiously, and the Poliwrath holding him tightened its grip.
‘Fuck off! Leave him alone! He’s got nothing to do with this!’
Spike appeared to be about to object to the instruction, but upon seeing Will’s reaction let out a short burst of laughter.
‘Now that’s the reaction I was hoping for. We’re gonna take your little brother’s Pokémon, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Hey, does the baby have Pokémon, why don’t we take his too?’
‘He doesn’t have Pokémon, Spike,’ said the leader, ‘Wasn’t that obvious?’
‘That’s a shame. Saf, have your Machoke smack him around a bit.’
‘Leave him alone, you sick fuck!’ shouted Will furiously.
Spike began laughing uncontrollably.
‘Saf, don’t do that,’ ordered the leader, ‘And Spike, just shut the fuck up, and do as your told. Take little Wynne’s Pokémon, and leave baby Wynne alone. What’s so hard to understand about that?’
Spike stopped laughing abruptly. Will smirked. Spike shot him an angry glare, but said nothing, instead making his way over to the Ursaring that held Max, and began removing the Poké Balls from his belt. Will became animated once more, shouting and swearing for them to leave Max out of it. Now it was Spike who smirked.
‘Poliwrath, shut him up.’
On this command, Poliwrath swung Will with all its might so that his head crashed against the wall next to him. There was an explosion of blood as his nose collided with the bricks. Will slumped in Poliwrath’s grip as if unconscious, Frankie screamed, and Max began struggling against the Ursaring holding him.
‘Spike!’ shouted the leader, ‘There was no need for that! Get the fucking Poké Balls and get over here!’
Spike turned to continue taking the Poké Balls from Max’s belt, but found it difficult due to his squirming.
‘Hey, short stuff,’ said Spike, ‘If you’re not careful, you’re gonna go the same way as Won’t Wynne over there, so watch it, okay?’
Max quickly stopped moving, terrified of what might happen to him if he didn’t. Spike grabbed the remaining Poké Balls from his belt, and walked back over to the rest of the gang.
‘Now we go,’ commanded the leader of the group, immediately turning to walk out of the alley, ‘Have your Pokémon release them.’
‘Ursaring, Poliwrath, you heard the man,’ ordered Spike, following.
‘Machoke, you too!’ cried the female member of the group.
The Pokémon aggressively threw all three of the brothers to the floor. Will, completely unconscious, simply fell in a slump. Max and Frankie also fell to the floor, though were able to slowly pick themselves up. By the time they had done so, the muggers had disappeared. Frankie cried wildly, and without restraint. Max at first judged him for doing so, but soon found himself doing exactly the same.