OK, yeah, I let my fic die on here...
I hope you guys aren't too picky on bumping dead threads here... Sorry I let this thing die, on SPPf it's already up to chapter 5.
Fight or Flight
Several days had passed since Vyle had become a member of the Underground. Vyle had thought about leaving, but he never got a chance. Besides that, he was getting the benefits of free food and a nice place to stay. So, despite his instincts, he decided to stick around.
Vyle spent most of those days training with his new friend Squeak. The other members of the Underground had taught Vyle the basics of battling with Pokémon. They told him how to command a Pokémon during battle, and what types of moves his Pokémon might know. They taught him about the various element types that Pokémon belonged to, and the types that Virat belonged to.
On one particular day, Vyle had just begun to get the hang of Pokémon battling. As usual, he began by walking into the training room. The training room was filled with what would seem like junk to most people. At one end of the room there was a broken mattress with springs sticking out. There also was an old, tattered punching bag hanging from the ceiling. Wooden blocks that had been chipped, gnawed on, worn out, and sometimes sliced in half by Pokémon attacks lined the edges of the room. In one corner, barbells were stacked neatly, suggesting that this was a training room for humans as well. Posters were stuck onto the dull concrete walls, with different facts about Pokémon. In the center of the room, a line was painted across, with two circles intersecting the line at the center, indicating an arena for a Pokémon battle.
Vyle started off the day as usual. He walked into the room, and placed one of the wooden blocks at the center of the room. He then pulled out his Poké Ball and tossed it out onto the floor. “Squeak, use Scratch!” he called out. The Virat emerged from the ball as a glowing white sphere of energy, and then materialized on the floor. It squeaked in response, then dashed towards the wooden block and slashed it repeatedly with its claws. “Good, now Feint Attack!” Squeak then leapt back, then streaked right towards the block. It then changed course and headed at an angle from the block. Then, in the blink of an eye, as if to fool an opponent, Squeak veered into the block, knocking it over.
“Hmm, wonder if it can use Thief…” Vyle thought to himself. Vyle was indifferent toward his new companion before, however, he gradually began to care for it more as the days passed. So Vyle had an idea. “Squeak, can you take this coin from my pocket? Use Thief now!” The Virat squeaked in agreement. Then it charged at Vyle as he slipped the coin into his pocket. It leapt at Vyle, and ripped the pocket with its claws, then grabbed the coin with its teeth. At that exact moment, Spike walked into the room, dressed in his trench coat.
“Teachin’ it Thief, eh? Hmm… to steal from people, you’re gonna need to teach it to be more sneaky.” Vyle just nodded at Spike’s suggestion.
“Anyways, just came in here to come get ya. We’re goin’ to the abandoned warehouse on the East Side. We’re gonna kick some ass in battles, and earn ourselves some money. We’re almost broke.” Spike gestured at Vyle to follow him. Shade, Blaze, and Kyra were outside the door waiting, also dressed in their trench coats. Vyle called Squeak back into the ball.
The five of them headed out of their base and walked through the sewers. Everyone except Vyle seemed to know the way already, despite it being in near total darkness. Vyle just followed them. He wanted to run off, but he knew it would be futile since he would get lost, and they’d find him and drag him back to the group. The four other Underground members talked and shared jokes along the way, while Vyle stayed silent.
Eventually they reached a staircase with some dim light at the top. The stairway, however, seemed crude and improvised, as if people simply blasted their way through with explosives, or perhaps Pokémon. At the top of the staircase was the inside of a large building. Boxes and crates lined the walls. There was one exceptionally huge crate next to the stairway in the corner of the room. Blaze informed Vyle that the organizers of this event pushed that box over the stairs when the warehouse wasn’t in use to help hide the fact that the people were illegally gathering and battling in there.
There were crowds of people inside the abandoned warehouse. The majority of them seemed like they were part of crews such as the one Vyle was now part of, or lived on the streets. Several Pokémon battles were going on in the large warehouse as well. Pokémon were leaping at each other at the commands of their trainers. Most of the people were on the sidelines cheering the trainers on while drinking beers or smoking. A few vendors were lined up on the side of one of the walls, selling thing such as trainer supplies such as potions and antidotes to counterfeit papers and IDs to illegal drugs.
Spike turned to the group upon walking in. “All right, we ain’t really here to have fun. We gotta earn a few bucks, cuz we’re broke. You guys already know what to do. Vyle and Kyra, come with me.” Vyle and Kyra followed Spike through a crowd of people, while Shade and Blaze went their separate ways.
Blaze walked away towards another crowd of people, looking for someone to challenge. She was confronted by a spiky haired individual with a muscle t-shirt and jeans.
“Hey, wanna go out back real quick?” The man held out some money as he spoke.
“Excuse me? You think I’m a hooker or something?” Blaze replied harshly.
The man looked at her waist, and saw the Poké Balls. “OK, fine. My bad. I’ll take you on in a battle then. How much you got?”
“Two fifty,” Blaze replied.
“That’s it? Well, all right, this’ll be easy, cleanin’ out a chick!”
With that remark, Blaze knew she would win. She was used to those cocky men that underestimate her. The two stepped into a makeshift arena, formed by a crowd of people circling it, where the battle had just ended. Blaze heard someone in the crowd call out, “I got five hundred on the chick!”
The two trainers each drew one of their Poké Balls from their waist.
“Go, Chomp!” The man called out as he tossed his ball out towards the center. The brown, furry body of a Raticate materialized, bearing its fangs and waving its rat-like tail. It stood up on its back paws and slashed at the air with its front ones.
“Go, Hellhound!” Blaze responded and tossed her ball out into the center in the same fashion. Her Houndour also appeared, across from the Raticate. It was black and had two silver bands across its back, and a band around each of its four legs. Its underbelly was red, and it growled at the opponent, baring its sharp fangs. It was not unlike a canine in shape.
“I’ll go easy on you. Ladies first.” Blaze’s opponent sneered confidently.
“Hellhound, use Howl to intimidate your opponent!” Blaze yelled out. Hellhound released an eerie howl, as the Raticate growled and hissed back.
“You think I’m scared of a little pooch howling?” Said the opponent. “Chomp, use Hyper Fang!” The Raticate leapt at Hellhound bearing its extremely large fangs.
“Hellhound, Feint Attack!” Blaze yelled back. Hellhound hopped out of the way of the Hyper Fang attack as Chomp clamped its fangs on air, then leapt back and rammed Chomp. The Raticate then fell to the floor.
“No, get up! Use Quick Attack!” Blaze’s foe snapped.
“Use Feint Attack again!” Blaze called out. But this time, the opponent was too quick. Chomp rammed Hellhound and knocked it to the sidelines.
“Another Hyper Fang!” Blaze’s opponent called out. Instantly Chomp sprang at Hellhound, baring its fangs.
“Hellhound, Bite!” Blaze shouted. Hellhound sprang up and lunged at Chomp, biting it before it could bite back. The Houndour then released Chomp from its teeth.
“Hyper Fang again!” The other trainer shouted, but his Raticate could not move. Chomp had flinched from the effect of the Bite.
“You’re still gonna lose. You’re weak and so is your Pokémon.” The foe sneered at Blaze.
“Oh that’s it, you asked for it. FLAMETHROWER!” Blaze shouted at the top of her lungs. Hellhound let loose a stream of fire from its mouth, singing Chomp’s fur. Chomp collapsed onto the floor in pain, unable to battle any longer. Blaze’s opponent called back his Raticate. Cheers could be heard from the crowd as the battle ended.
“All right, now pay up!” Blaze smirked confidently as she spoke.
“You got lucky. Next time I ain’t goin’ easy on you,” said her opponent as he handed her 250 Poké Dollars.
“Yeah, right,” Blaze thought to herself. Right when Blaze stepped through the crowd and out of the arena, Shade ran up to meet her.
“How’d ya do?” Shade said calmly and smugly.
“I kicked the guy’s ass. Another one of those cocky son of a bitches.”
“Yeah, same here. I’d rather go on a heist myself. Screw this crap,” replied Shade. Blaze nodded in agreement. The two of them went to meet Spike, who seemed to be finishing up his battle as well.
“Pummeler, use Karate Chop!” A man in a leather jacket, who was Spike’s opponent, called out. Spike waved at Blaze and Shade. Kyra was standing right behind Spike in the crowd, cheering him on.
“Punk, Defense Curl!” Spike turned his attention back to the battle and commanded. Spike’s Sandslash curled up into a ball, aiming its downward-pointed spines at the opponent’s Machop, who with it’s short, human-like figure, prepared to chop at Punk. As the attack connected with the spiny ball that was Punk, Pummeler flinched in pain.
“Mega Punch!” Pummeler’s trainer screamed. The Machop obediently made a fist, pulled it back, and the fist began to glow with energy.
“Jump and use Crush Claw!” Spike yelled. Punk uncurled from the ball and leapt into the air. Its claw began to glow. Before the Machop could connect, Punk slammed its claw into Pummeler’s shoulder. Pummeler staggered in pain.
“Pummeler, try a Seismic Toss! Don’t let up!” The Machop got ready to grab Punk.
“Punk, Slash!” The Sandslash quickly slashed at Pummeler’s belly. Pummeler collapsed in pain. The Slash appeared to have been a critical hit.
“All right, all right, I give. Here’s your stinkin’ money,” The man tossed Spike 1,000 Poké Dollars as they both called back their Pokémon.
“That was niiiiiice!” Blaze exclaimed as Spike walked over to her and Shade. Kyra followed.
“Aah, it was nothin’,” said Spike, with a confident tone. “Let’s go check on Vyle now.”
The four of them searched the crowds of outlaws for Vyle. When they finally saw him, he was in a hard battle with another thuggish-looking outlaw in a leather jacket, with a greasy T-shirt and jeans that were heavily stained in what looked like oil on.
“Looks like another one of them bikers,” said Spike.
The opponent had a Mankey out, and Vyle obviously had out his Virat. “Berserker, Fury Swipes now!” His opponent called out. The pig-nosed monkey-like Pokémon that had a body almost like a furry tan ball charged at Squeak and drew its claws.
“Uhh… use Scratch,” said Vyle in a dull voice, almost a mumble.
“That ain’t how you do it!” Spike yelled from the sidelines. “You gotta say it with heart!”
“Don’t give up!” The normally quiet Shade yelled from the sidelines.
Squeak hesitated, and then raised its claw in preparation to attack. However, it was too late. As the Mankey bore down on Squeak, it slashed Squeak several times, each slash hitting its mark. The final slash knocked Squeak to the sidelines with a skid. People in the crowd knocked Squeak back into the arena with their feet. The Virat let out a squeal of pain. It then struggled to get up.
“Oh no, Vyle’s in trouble!” Exclaimed Kyra.
“Now, Scary Face!” Vyle’s opponent yelled. Berserker looked down at Squeak and glared in an intimidating manner. Squeak looked up at the Mankey, then at Vyle, who had no expression on his face whatsoever. The Virat then shuttered in fear, sensing no more confidence in itself than in its trainer. From the sidelines, all four of the other Underground members looked worried.
“All right, finish this loser off with Low Kick!” The biker commanded. Berserker responded with a simple kick, sending Squeak at Vyle’s feet. Vyle looked at Squeak, clueless and afraid. This experience with the other trainer brought out Vyle’s worst fears, and as a result he was almost paralyzed. Squeak struggled to get up, looking at Vyle for encouragement. It found none, however, and immediately collapsed, with no more will to fight.
“All right, you loser, hand over what ya got,” the biker spoke harshly as soon as the battle ended.
Vyle fumbled in his pockets, but could only find a few small coins. After about 30 seconds, the biker got impatient. “What, you a deadbeat? Fine, hand over your measly Pokémon.”
“N…no…” Vyle replied in a voice of complete fear.
“Hey, I asked you if you knew the rules, and you nodded yeah. You ain’t got no money, so you gotta hand over whatever else you got. Don’t be tryin’ to get yer way out of payin’ up,” the Biker replied more menacingly.
Vyle returned the fainted Squeak to its ball and turned around. The crowd began booing, and blocked his way out. It was at that moment that Spike stepped in. “Hey, you mess with him, you mess with me!”
The biker replied, “Hey, this punk kid lost, and he ain’t got nothin’ else to pay up with. You know the rules here, so don’t be trying to cheat me out, man.”
“All right, I get ya. How bout a double or nothin’? If you win, I give you my money, and you get his Pokémon. If you lose, I get all of your money, and your Pokémon,” Spike replied, flashing his latest winnings.
“Hell no, man, ‘fraid that ain’t enough. So make with the rat.” The biker flashed a huge amount of money that dwarfed Spike’s winnings.
“All right, you can have my Pokémon too, if ya win,” Spike then sent out Punk.
“It don’t look half bad,” the biker said with consideration after evaluating Punk.
“So you accept?” Said spike, boldly. The biker nodded.
“You’re… crazy!” Blaze exclaimed.
Don’t do it!” Kyra exclaimed as well.
“Aah, don’t worry, I won’t lose to this freak,” Spike explained confidently.
“Meh, typical of him,” Shade remarked.
The two stepped onto opposite sides of the arena as the crowd turned from booing to cheering. The biker sent out Berserker again, while Punk walked into the center.
“Ahh, go first,” Spike confidently told the opponent.
“All right, I will. You’re making this too easy. Two losers in one day, man what a haul,” the biker replied. “Berserker, Focus Energy!” he commanded. Berserker took a deep breath, closed its eyes, and energy began to gather in the center of its body.
“Punk, use Sand Attack!” Spike ordered his Sandslash in response. Punk blew sand in Berserker’s face in an attempt to blind it and lower its accuracy.
“Playin’ dirty, eh? All right, smash ‘em. Use Karate Chop!” The biker replied.
“Punk, use Defense Curl!” Punk curled up into a ball, its spines pointed at Berserker. Berserker attacked the spiny back of Punk, and immediately an expression of pain appeared on Berserker’s face.
“Low Kick ‘em!” The biker angrily ordered.
“Use Rollout, Punk!” At that moment, the crowd backed up cautiously, and then began cheering louder. Punk rolled right into Berserker before it could kick, sending Berserker into the crowd. Punk continued to roll around the arena, gaining speed and momentum with every passing second.
“Catch that thing and use Seismic Toss!” The biker then commanded in a harsh tone. Berserker held its ground as Punk rolled towards it menacingly. As the Rollout attack hit, Berserker grabbed Punk, but the force of the Rollout sent Berserker flying. Berserker skillfully did a back flip and hurled Punk into the ground, then landing on its feet. The Mankey appeared winded but was still able to battle. Punk, however, bounced into the air upon being slammed into the ground.
“All right, now’s the perfect time. Punk, use Crush Claw!” Spike yelled, undaunted by his opponent’s success in stopping the Rollout. Punk uncurled itself in the air, and then got its claw ready to strike Berserker. The glowing claw coming down at Berserker worried the biker.
“Berserker, Mega Punch!” The Mankey pulled back its fist, ready to strike. Its fist began to glow as well. But Punk was too fast, and its claw connected with Berserker before it could attack. Berserker was knocked to the floor.
“No… you can still fight! Get up!” The biker exclaimed. “C’mon, show ‘em your Mega Punch!”
“You shouldn’t push your Pokémon like that, ya know,” said Spike.
“Shut up. I don’t need no punk ass like you telling me how to battle!” The biker retorted with hostility.
“All right, you asked for it. Punk, Slash ‘em!” Spike yelled. Before Berserker could get ready to attack again, Punk slashed at the struggling Berserker. Berserker instantly collapsed in pain, with a red mark across its face.
“Ok, now you lost. Now cough up your dough!” Demanded Spike.
“No fair. You cheated.” The biker contended. “I ain’t givin’ you shit.”
Spike recalled Punk back to its ball, then walked over to the biker. “Care to explain how I cheated? You accepted the bet. We battled. Your pathetic ass lost.”
“All right man, here.” The biker shoves his stack of bills into his hand
“But… what about his Pokémon?” Kyra asked.
“Aah, I don’t need it. That loser can keep it,” replied Spike.
The biker then spoke up, “What kind of freak brings a little girl in here anyway?”
Spike turned around toward the biker again. “Excuse me? It ain’t my problem that we’re the only family she gots. So shut your face!” Spike’s body towered over that of the biker.
“Sheesh man, I didn’t mean nothin’ by that.” The biker replied with a tinge of fear in his voice. He then turned around and pushed his way through the crowd.
Spike turns and faced the group. “All right, I had enough of these losers. Let’s go,” he said in a grim voice. But Blaze and Shade had wanted to stay. They were used to partying hard afterward, as was Spike, when he wasn’t in such a bad mood.
“I don’t much feel like partyin’ tonight,” said Spike.
“Well… all right. Yeah, let’s go. These freaks scare me sometimes,” replied Blaze. Shade simply followed Blaze. Kyra and Vyle were completely silent. As the five of them fought through an increasing crowd to get back to the passageway, the lights dimmed, and rap music began to blare loudly. The rest of the crowd was only getting more excited, while a somber mood flowed through the five Underground members.