4th May 2005, 02:18 PM
Honor Among Thieves
Yeah, this is my first fanfic... takes place in my made-up region, Altairon. There's also made up Pokemon in it too. So yeah... enjoy. (additional descriptions of unknown elements of my story available upon request)
Honor Among Thieves
Chapter 1: The Remorseless Criminal
The sun had set on the dirty, criminal-riddled slums of Murdock. The streets were mostly quiet, with a couple of cars occasionally flying past the dimly lit roads. Nocturnal Pokemon, such as Virat, could be seen pawing through the dumpsters. An atmosphere of fear settled over the town at night. During the day, the streets are fairly crowded. However, at the first sign of sunset, most people scurried home like rabbits.
This was the perfect time for Vyle, a common thief, to prowl the alleys, looking for his next victim. Vyle was short and skinny, and wore a tattered black robe, with a hood on it that covered his face. He crept along the darkest alleys, his robe making him nearly invisible. Vyle wasn’t a person that even wanted to be seen anyway.
Tonight, Vyle was on the hunt, like a hungry lone wolf. Having lived on the streets since childhood, he was an expert on survival. The only way for him to survive, besides pawing through rotting garbage looking for food, was to steal. And Vyle was built for it. Being fairly small and always cloaked in the color of shadows, and having small, nimble fingers, he was a natural thief.
Vyle was growing impatient at not finding any targets. These days, less people dared set out on foot at night. That’s when suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from a sidewalk nearby. Vyle knew the intricate maze of alleys and streets of Murdock by heart. He silently made his way into an alley near the source of the footsteps. An older woman was walking hastily, her high heels clicking against the sidewalk loudly. And she didn’t even appear to be carrying any Pokemon. A perfect target for Vyle. He crouched down low, and then as the lady passed by, he sprung into action. He leapt from the shadows, yanking the small red purse she was carrying right out of her hands. The force of Vyle snatching the purse right from her had caused her to fall right on her back. She screamed, and looked over to where Vyle had come from. But she could only see a cloaked figure darting away, the robe trailing him like the wind.
For the old lady, this will undoubtedly be a traumatic experience. But for Vyle, this was just another day’s work, and the reward was a purseful of cash, and possibly some IDs that he could pawn off on the black market. He made sure to run until he was several blocks away, then in a nearby, dimly lit alley, he began to dig through the woman’s belongings. He tossed random items from the purse onto the street. “Let’s see… make-up, some papers… aah here we go…” he muttered to himself. He pulls out a brown wallet and immediately looks through it. “What?! Where’s the cash? Credit cards? Anything?!” he thought. The only thing he could find in the wallet was a few small coins, a library card, and a picture of that woman with what seemed to be her family. He pocketed the coins, then cast the rest of the stuff onto the street. The picture fell to the ground like a feather, then landed in a puddle of water, smiling faces peering straight into the sky.
For Vyle, this was a huge disappointment. He waited half the night looking for someone, only to find 67 measly Pokecents. Not even close to enough to buy him his next meal, even. Vyle then proceeded home, his home being a large cardboard box in a small, dark corner between two towering, dingy apartment buildings. He sat in the box, atop a couple of old, dirty sheets, remaining very much alert. Vyle dared not sleep until sunrise, for he knew that there were others like him out there prowling, who would take the first chance to prey on a sleeping target. Hours passed, then at the first sign of the sun’s rays, Vyle closed his eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
As daylight appeared, the city sprung to life. Cars filled the streets, and people filled the sidewalks and outdoor cafes. The city teemed with life, for the most part unaware of the events of last night. But in the narrow space where Vyle slept, there was barely a ray of sunshine. No living creature stirred nearby, except for the occasional curious stray Persian or Virat.
Then, as darkness fell, and most had emptied the streets, like clockwork Vyle sprang up. He knew that if he slept much longer, it would be unsafe. He also wanted to get to the convenience store to spend his “earnings.” Vyle very much doubted he would be able to get anything at all with last night’s slim pickings, but he was hungry.
As he neared the store, he opened his robe and took off his hood to reveal a more normal, innocent look. He had on an old flannel shirt and some tattered jeans. His face was unshaven, and had unevenly cut hair and sparkling blue eyes. He walked into the store, and the few people that were in the store didn’t notice him at all. It was near closing time, so the store was nearly deserted. Even the convenience stores in Murdock were locked tight past a certain hour out of fear of being robbed. Vyle shopped around casually, ironically not stealing anything, since he knew that security cameras were everywhere, watching his every move. He was uncomfortable with that thought, so he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He grabbed a small bag of chips, then took out his old water bottle from his side pocket of his robe and fills it up with the water fountain in the back of the store. Vyle knew that water was important to survival, and clean water was hard to find on the streets. He pocketed the full water bottle, then proceeded to the front of the store. The convenience store clerk was a tall and muscular man who looked like he meant business. Vyle placed the bag of chips on the counter, then pulled out every bit of spare change he could muster. “That all?” the clerk said in a gruff, unfriendly voice. Vyle simply nodded. He was lucky that he had exactly enough change to at least buy something for the night. He left the store, then covered up with his robe again.
Vyle returned to the dark labyrinth of the city. He was out of money, and knew he needed to hunt again. He didn’t dare hunt in the same area twice in a row, for he knew the town’s police department could catch him. Though the police department of the city was seemingly nonexistent, Vyle had witnessed a few others being captured before. He knew not to underestimate the predators of his kind.
Two hours passed, and Vyle saw no one. Vyle was growing weary and impatient. Suddenly, the silence of the city was shattered by an ear-piercing scream. Out of curiosity and boredom, Vyle ran towards the source. He pressed against a wall with his back, then peered past the corner of the dark alley. He saw three figures, dressed heavily in white robes. The figures appeared to be surrounding someone else.
“Give us the Pokemon NOW!” one of the figures demanded.
“Your Pokemon is evil. It needs to be purged!” announced the second figure.
“NO! Leave my Eevee alone!” shouted a voice that sounded like a little girl’s.
“Do not stand in our way. The will of Team Judgment is beyond your comprehension, little girl.” The third figure declared.
The figures began to advance on the child, despite her pleas for help. Ear shattering screams could be heard.
Vyle had been watching the incident unfold, silently and attentively. He could not believe what he had seen. For the first time ever, Vyle felt something he had never felt before- pity for the small child.
Instinctively Vyle sprang into action. He knew not what he was doing. With silent footsteps he dashed towards the cloaked men from behind. As hard as he could, he rammed one of the figures, knocking him down. He then punched the second figure directly in the face. His knee then met up with the belly of the third white-cloaked figure. He then grabbed the girl and the Pokemon in his arms, then darted into the shadows, his cloak trailing behind him. “What… do… you… think you’re doing?!” one of the figures shouted, obviously in pain. The men staggered to their feet, then give chase. However, Vyle effortlessly shook the pursuers off in the labyrinth of alleyways.
Vyle headed for the nearest building that he knew would still be open-the Pokemon Center. The girl was silent throughout the short trip, but her Pokemon occasionally cried out, “Vee! Eevee!”
As soon as he arrived at the steps of the Pokemon center, he put the girl down and handed her the Eevee. Police sirens blared in the background. The girl said, in an innocent voice, “Thank you for saving me!” but Vyle had already vanished into the shadows.
4th May 2005, 02:19 PM
Chapter 2:Shadows of Light
Vyle was standing in what looked like the middle of nowhere: an empty plain stretching to the horizon in all directions. The sky was tinted with the shades of sunset, although no sun was visible. Wind howled, softly but chillingly all around him. Alone in this vast emptiness, Vyle actually felt an eerie tinge of fear. He walked in one direction for a bit, hoping to see something beyond the horizon, to no avail. He stopped, and out of desperation, cried “HELLO!” No response.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, something moved. It appeared to be… a shadow. As soon as Vyle turned, three more shadows appeared on the ground, all shaped human and wearing robes. The shadows began to circle him. Vyle felt helpless as more shadows appeared and begin to enclose him in their deadly circle. When he was completely surrounded, the shadows rose from the ground, and completely engulfed the helpless Vyle in pitch-black darkness.
Vyle opened his eyes wide, and sprang up with the agility of a Jolteon. It was early evening, but a few minutes before Vyle would ordinarily have woken up. Normally his sleep was the way he preferred it- dreamless. But occasionally, horrifying visions appeared in his sleep. He thought nothing of them, and went on with nightly prowling as usual. Tonight was no different. His mind zeroed in automatically on the next thing he needed-a new victim.
Tonight, Vyle did not have to wait long. He spotted a happy young couple, chatting merrily without a care in the world. As usual, Vyle quickly found the best ambush point. He scanned his targets with his mind. The woman, he knew was no problem. The man, however, looked like he could take Vyle out if they were pitted against each other in a one-on-one fight. He also looked like he had a couple of Pokémon on him.
Of course, this was not enough to stop Vyle. He relied on speed, and the element on surprise rather than strength. He already had a plan to get that backpack off the man’s back. Vyle carried a small knife around him for protection, and for times like this. He was fast enough to cut the straps with a clean sweep of his knife. Then, fast as lightning, he would trip both of his targets, giving him enough time to slip back into the shadows unseen.
As the time to strike neared, Vyle got anxious and began to tremble. “This is a standard operation! This should be as easy as pie; why am I so tense?” He thought. He braced himself anyway. When the precise moment to strike came, Vyle froze up and hesitated. The memory of the night before passed through his head. He remembered the sheer ruthlessness of Team Judgment, and the helplessness of the little girl. He was paralyzed by his memories, and as a result the couple simply passed by, unaware of their sinister stalker.
Vyle could not understand what was going on. He had done this hundreds of times before. “What is so hard about this?” He thought. After a few seconds of pondering to himself, he got up and resumed his hunt. But Vyle could not concentrate. He wandered the alleys aimlessly, haunted by his own thoughts. The memories of last night crossed his mind over and over.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something terrifying-a figure, dressed heavily in a white cloak and wearing a hood. This startled Vyle, and he ran full speed down another alley. Vyle stopped a few blocks later, exhausted from running. As soon as he stopped, a spotlight shined on Vyle from above, blinding him. A helicopter could be heard from above. Ropes descended from the chopper as four figures cloaked in white slid down. A voice could be heard, sounding as though it came from a loudspeaker:
“Vyle: for your actions against Team Judgment, and your lifestyle of unholy sin, you shall be purged!”
Vyle made a run for it as soon as he heard this, darting into the safety of darkness. The figures touched ground, their shoes clicking on the ground, and immediately gave chase. The spotlight from the helicopter followed him, keeping his dark figure illuminated. Vyle knew the alleys by heart and immediately thought of a plan to elude his strange pursuers. He headed for the industrial section of Murdock, where there were places the light of the sun never reached. The spotlight followed his every move as he traversed the labyrinth of dark passages.
Vyle reached a crossroads in the alleys. He had a daring plan to shake off that light. He turned down one of the three other branches of the crossroads, then rolled out of the spotlight and continued hastily down another of the paths. It had worked, as the spotlight shined on him no longer. He was shrouded in darkness once again, barely visible, and still dashing.
But Vyle had not escaped the enemy at all. Three white figures descended from above, blocking his path. Vyle turned on a divergent alley and dashed. Random old newspapers fluttered in the wind created by his speed. The spotlight soon found its way back to Vyle, chasing away the darkness that cloaked him. There were now seven of those strange figures tailing him.
Vyle had reached another crossroads. This time, however, white figures descended from above, blocking off each path, leaving Vyle boxed in. But Vyle was not going to give up that easily. He rammed one of the figures, knocking them clear into the brick wall of the building bordering the alley. Vyle continued down that path, darting past discarded boxes, with the spotlight still following his every move.
At this point Vyle’s exhaustion was beginning to show. He had slowed his normally lightning pace considerably. The 10 or so figures on his tail began to gain on him. His vision began to blur, and he had also began to feel light headed and out of breath. He still continued onward despite his fatigue, running on sheer will. He shut out the pain of exhaustion and focused on the path before him.
Vyle reached a wide street lined with factories. He knew he had reached the industrial area. Here, there were many abandoned warehouses to hide in. However, it seemed like Team Judgment were on to him. They seemed to know his every move. A van appeared in his path, careening towards him, its headlights blinding him further. Vyle had no choice but to leap into a nearby alley. Unfortunately for Vyle, a towering fence lined with barbed wire at the top blocked off this alley. The van rolled in front of the alley. The back doors opened, and at least four more figures hopped out. They pulled out flashlights and shined them directly at his face. Light shined on him from several sources. Vyle nearly collapsed, dizzy with fatigue. The figure in front spoke in a deep, booming voice:
“Fool! You cannot escape! The light of Team Judgment shines upon you.”
“Prepare to be judged!” spoke a second, more feminine voice.
The three figures in front reached for something at their waists-their belts, which had two or three Poké Balls attached. Each one grabbed one of their Poké Balls, then commanded in unison, “Sparquartz, use Light Arrow NOW!” They released their Pokémon. Three obelisk-shaped crystalline Pokémon appeared in front, with two small eyes near the top, at about knee height. Their bodies glistened in the light. The Pokémon then each began to glow, and began to charge energy. Glowing spheres appeared in front of them. Vyle knew he was done for.
“Eevee, Quick Attack!” Vyle heard a familiar young voice in his fatigue. A brown blur then streaked in front of the Sparquartz, knocking them over. It then dashed through the legs of each Team Judgment member, causing them to trip up. Vyle was dumbfounded and did not move for a split second. The voice called out to him, “C’mon!” Without thinking, Vyle headed towards the direction of the voice. He hopped over the stumbling figures as they barely were getting back to their feet. “In here!” the voice shouted, coming from a partially opened manhole in the middle of the street. Vyle slithered into the darkness and closed the manhole cover behind him. Voices could be heard from above:
“You will never escape the light of the holy Team Judgment!”
“The light of Team Judgment will forever shine upon you, casting its revealing light upon your life of sin!”
5th May 2005, 10:06 AM
Wow that's pretty interesting
Vyle... hmmm, I like that.
Team Judgement are pretty creepy. They make me think of the KKK...
Anyway, post more! I wanna see where this is going
5th May 2005, 10:24 PM
Agreed with MR. I love the setup you've given Vyle and although he's a criminal, we're clearly rooting for him to beat Team Judgment. This is by far one of the most interesting openings in fanfiction I've ever read. Update ASAP!
19th May 2005, 11:05 PM
Chapter 3: The Underground
Vyle descended into the darkness of the sewer system. He landed on his feet in a puddle of water. The splash echoed throughout the cavernous sewer. He noticed a dank, slightly foul smell in the air. The sewers were an unfamiliar territory to Vyle, but at least he was safe from his mysterious pursuers.
Vyle thought to himself, “Was that…? That voice, could it have been…”
Suddenly, Vyle heard that voice again, shouting festively, “Heya Vyle!” It was the little girl from the night before. She was wearing a pink sweater and what looked like a dark-colored skirt, but Vyle could not tell since it was pretty dark around there. The girl ran up to Vyle and hugged him, her head barely reaching up to Vyle’s waist.
Vyle was stunned. It had been many years since Vyle had been spoken to cheerfully, much less hugged. However, he suddenly became afraid as his childhood memories came flooding back to him. Vyle tensed up and a hateful feeling welled up inside of him. He hissed at the girl, “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” He brushed the girl off and darted away into the unknown darkness of the sewers, his footsteps echoing behind him.
But Vyle could not get too far. His vision was blurring, and everything appeared to spin around him. His stamina had already been pushed to its limit. Yet out of fear he continued down the path. Beams of light from streetlamps shone through the manhole covers above. Pipes lined the ceiling, and puddles glistened in the light from above. All of this was spinning around, twirling, until Vyle was not sure which way was forward. Vyle’s eyes slowly closed, until finally his consciousness slipped away. He could run no longer.
Vyle awoke in a bed some time later. He looked around the room he was in. Fluorescent lights shone onto his face from above. He noticed a dresser directly in front of him. A bookshelf filled with various books was to the right of him. More beds were also in different parts of the room. To the left of him was a large umbrella shaped plant. A table was also right next to him. To each side of the room were more potted plants. He noticed that pipes ran across the ceiling, and the walls were made of a dull grey concrete. Pokémon posters were put up to give the room a more homely look. Vyle then noticed that his clothes were different. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and some much newer black jeans. His only possessions, his knife and his water bottle, were not with him either.
Vyle then heard the door creak open. That same girl from before walked in, this time carrying a tray of sandwiches and a glass filled with a blue liquid. Upon sight of the girl, Vyle tried to get up and run but he was paralyzed with exhaustion. His muscles ached too much as well. So Vyle could only stay and watch as the girl approached with the tray. “Here ya go! Nothing like some nice sandwiches and Oran Berry juice to help ya get better!” She announced cheerfully. She placed the tray on the small wooden table next to his bed.
Vyle did not know what to make of this situation. Ever since he began his life on the streets, he had never been handed free food. He thought to himself, “Oh well, free food’s free food.” He quickly began devouring the sandwiches as soon as the girl walked off. When he finished the sandwiches and juice he went to sleep.
A few hours had passed, and Vyle sprang up instinctively, as he had always done on the streets. He could not see what time of day it was; yet he jumped up. Judging by has reaction he figured that it was sunset. He thought to himself, “Well, thanks for the food, but I’m outta here!” He made his way out of the room slowly.
Outside there was a hallway with a concrete wall at the end nearest the door, and at the other end, a stairway with only darkness at the top. There were several doors in the hallway. Vyle ran silently towards the stairs. His muscles still ached and he could not run at full speed.
Once Vyle painfully climbed the flight of stairs, he saw nothing but pitch-black darkness. There usually was some form of light nearby when Vyle roamed the streets. Vyle was not used to the darkness of the underground. He crept along slowly with his hands in front of him. Occasionally he stepped in a puddle of water, the sound echoing throughout the sewers.
Vyle kept treading forward cautiously through the complete darkness of the underground. But then came a point when he felt a concrete wall in front of him. He felt around him, and discovered more walls. He determined that he was at a dead end, and that he could only go backwards, but that meant he would have to go back with that girl.
Suddenly, he heard a squeak echoing throughout the cavernous sewer. The tunnels seemed to magnify the squeak to an ear-splitting volume. Vyle recognized the screech as belonging to a Virat. He could picture its dark grey rodent-like body with green paws and a green face, about ankle high, with pointed ears and a pointed snout, eyes like small black beads, and hairless pink tail shaped like a worm. He could imagine it nearby somewhere. He tried to kick at it, since he knew that noise might have alerted someone else as his instinct told him. But his efforts were futile and he could only kick at air.
Light shone in Vyle’s face. At the other end of the light was that strange little girl who fed him. “Hey, come back Vyle!” she cried out in a cheerful voice. “Come back and meet everyone!” she exclaimed, her voice echoing in the dark tunnel. “We don’t bite!”
Vyle felt trapped and could see no way out of this. The girl grabbed his arm and tugged at him. Vyle reluctantly followed along. Eventually they reached the stairs and then the hallway. The girl led Vyle to a room across the hall from the room he slept in. she opened the door with her free hand.
The inside of the room looked to be a meeting room of some sort. There was a table in the center, which was made of wood and looked worn. The chairs around it were also worn. Papers were scattered all over the table. The room otherwise looked pretty drab, save a few Pokémon posters on the walls, and tropical plants in the corners.
Three people were seated at the chairs in the room. The first person was a male, large and with a muscular physique. He wore a black t-shirt that stretched tightly over his figure. His hair was short and spiked, and combed slightly backward. The second person was female; she had fiery red hair, slightly curled and about neck-length. She had on a crimson vest, not unlike the type Pokémon trainers wore. Under that vest was also a black t-shirt stretched fairly tight. She also wore a crimson colored short skirt. The third was also female, with long, straight black hair. She had on a purple headband, and for some reason wore black lipstick. She wore a black trench coat, which descended past her knees, and tights underneath the coat. All three seemed to be young adults like Vyle.
As soon as Vyle and the little girl entered the room, the three people turned to face them. The male spoke:
“I see you brought your friend in to meet us, Kyra. Why don’t you introduce him to us?”
“Okay! This is Vyle, the guy who saved me!” Kyra spoke excitedly.
“Call me Spike,” the male announced.
“I’m Blaze,” the female with red hair spoke in a friendly manner.
“Shade,” The other one spoke, although not as friendly seeming as Blaze.
Vyle did not respond for a few seconds, which seemed like forever. He then timidly replied, “Hi.”
“So you’re the one that saved Kyra?” Spike replied. He seemed to be the leader of their little group. Vyle did not respond.
Spike went on to explain, “Ya see, we’re a gang of outlaws. We call ourselves The Underground. We live off the streets, stealing just enough to get what we need, though we usually attack the kind that look like they deserve it. We made this place using the Secret Power attack from our Pokémon.”
“And jacked our decorations and stuff,” Blaze added.
Spike paused for a second, and then continued explaining, “Kyra is our newest member. We found her on the streets before you saved her. We were on a mission that night, and ya see, she kinda got lost. That’s when those strange men found her.”
Blaze added, “They seem to be a lot like that group of petty thugs, Team Magnet, but they must be after something bigger. That, and they seem to like using the Miracle type.”
Vyle had some important questions for them. “Who are they, how did they find this place? Who is Team Magnet? Do they know any more about that odd Team Judgment? Who is more deserving of being robbed?” He thought to himself. He refrained from asking them, as was his instinct from the streets not to get too curious. He decided to figure out his answers on his own. After all, as the saying went, “Curiosity killed the Meowth.” His contemplation was interrupted by a familiar squeak.
“Squee! Squeeeeeeeek!” a Virat cried as it streaked across the room, seemingly from nowhere. Vyle noticed a small hole at the bottom of the room near his feet. The Virat excitedly circled Vyle’s feet.
“Oh, that’s our little friend. We named it Squeak,” Blaze explained.
“It… seems to like you,” Spike said.
“Ya know, you don’t seem to have any Pokémon. They would be good to have for protection. Why don’t you see if you can’t take Squeak with you?” Blaze suggested. Shade nodded and passed an empty Poké Ball across the table to Vyle. He caught the red and white sphere as it rolled toward him and said nothing.
“I think we should leave the room alone with his new friend,” Blaze suggested.
“I agree. If Squeak likes you, and would like to travel with you, it’ll simply go inside that ball,” Spike said. Shade simply nodded. Everyone else then got up and proceeded to leave the room.
From the floor, Squeak looked at Vyle. Vyle gazed back at Squeak. Squeak seemed to be looking into Vyle’s soul. Vyle did not know what to think. He had never considered carrying a Pokémon with him before. That and, he did not know how Pokémon were caught. He had seen them being released from Poké Balls before, however. Vyle looked at Squeak with its beady eyes, as if he were accepting Squeak. Squeak seemed to accept Vyle as well, and they gazed at each other with what seemed to be a mutual understanding. The Virat hopped up onto the table, and nudged the ball. The ball popped open and absorbed the Virat, then closed. A light blinked on and off on the button of the ball as if to signify that something was caught.
Vyle took the ball on the table. He decided that he could keep the Virat, but he still did not trust those people. He had always lived and hunted alone, and wasn’t about to change that, save the Virat of course. Vyle decided to try and sneak away once again. But he could not leave without his cloak, which he needed to conceal himself. Vyle slowly pushed open the door and peered outside. The hallway was empty.
Vyle slipped out the door and pressed his back against the wall. He walked against the wall carefully. His muscles still slightly ached. He decided to himself to check every room. As he crawled along the walls, he put his ear to one of the doors. He could hear voices coming from that room, so he did not dare open it. He went along to the next door, and put his ear to that one. He heard nothing, so he decided it was safe and cracked it open.
The room appeared to be a closet. Several cloaks and trench coats hung from the wall. He recognized his own, although it seemed to be much cleaner. He took his cloak, and on the floor, he saw a bag filled with more Poké Balls. He thought to himself, “Hey, why not take something for the road anyways?” Carefully, he slipped on his cloak, then took the bag of Poké Balls and stuck them in one of his pockets. He stuck the Virat inside another pocket. Silently yet quickly, he then proceeded out of the closet and into the hallway, checking to make sure the coast was clear first. No one in sight.
He dashed down the hallway and up the stairs silently. As he climbed the stairs, he was greeted with the same darkness as before. This time, however, he decided to creep against the walls until he found another passage. He reasoned that there had to be one somewhere, since the path in front was a dead end. He continued along the wall for some time, until he found a gap in the wall. He felt around it, and determined that it was a corner, and that there was a passage ahead. He peered past the corner. Light seemed to pour in from the ceiling, and Vyle could see ahead for a long way. He then broke into a sprint down that path.
But Vyle could not get far. He bumped right into what seemed like a wall. He fell to the floor, the Poké Balls in his pockets spilling out onto the floor. Vyle looked up, and saw the muscular figure of Spike. Blaze and Shade appeared behind Vyle.
“You thought you could get away, huh?” Spike said in an intimidating manner.
“Don’t forget, we’re thieves too!” Said Blaze.
“It was a nice try,” Shade said rather calmly.
All three of them broke into a laugh, which surprised Vyle. “Yep, looks like you got what it takes to be a part of the Underground.” Vyle accepted the compliment to himself, although he still had no intention of sticking with them. But it looked like he was there to stay with them, at least until he could find his way back to the streets.
Several white-cloaked figures were approaching what seemed to be an altar, with a throne at the top. The altar was covered in an intense light, too bright to be able to make out the features of the person at the top of the throne.
The figure in front of the group spoke. His white cloak seemed more elaborate than the cloaks of the others, as if he was one of their leaders.
“The criminals escaped into the sewers. We could not give chase, my Lord.”
A booming voice echoed back from the throne, “Take 50 additional members with you, and flush those rats out. The dark labyrinth is indeed dangerous, so bring plenty of light. One way or another, Murdock shall be purged and recivilized. And remember, the light of Team Judgment shines even in the darkest depths, revealing the sins of all who live."
The booming voice paused for a moment, then spoke again. "May the light of Team Judgment shine upon you, aiding you in your holy quest.”
“Thank you, my Lord,” The head figure spoke. The figures all bowed to the floor, and then left the room.
20th May 2005, 06:00 AM
You seem to be putting a lot of work into this. It's really good. Probably the most unique pokémon fic I've read in absolutely ages.
2nd August 2005, 06:54 PM
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.
3rd August 2005, 05:36 AM
there's nothing wrong with bumping old topics if you're updating them! actually it's better to do that than make a whole new topic.
That was a great chapter. It's a really good fic you've got going, quite original. I like the battles in this chapter, the setting for them is pretty cool. I particularly like the idea that the battles are surrounded by groups of people, it adds to the idea that they're illegal. The characters are great, even the insignificant guys they had to battle against were well done.