PADS! infects Bulbagarden. God save you all.
Pokemon: Asylum of the Damned Style!
Chapter 1: Cybernetic, in the Flesh
It was a hot day. All the Grass Pokemon had migrated over to the area where our hero walked, in order to get the most out of the burning sun. Tom looked over the vast, open field, in search of a particularly weak Pokemon. He knew full well that a Pokeball could not capture a strong one, without weakening it.
Tom was about five-foot-nine, fairly tanned golden complexion. He was wearing a long beige trench coat with ordinary blue jeans. He had short black hair and an almost perfectly shaped nose and his brown eyes matched his dark hair equally as perfect.
A week ago, just after Tom turned sixteen, a friend of his retired as a Pokemon Trainer. He had given all his Pokemon away, but kept a few empty Pokeballs for nostalgic reasons. Just yesterday, he gave them to Tom. Tom quit school like most young trainers to make money and a living off of Pokemon Training.
But this goal seemed so far away for Tom. He had neither one single Pokemon, nor any badges at that. Everyone knew you needed at least eight of those badges to compete in the annual Pokemon League, the winner to take on the four top Elite trainers for that area. Then the winners, assuming there were any, would compete against one another to determine the number one contender for the Pokemaster title. The runners-up would take the place of the formerly strongest of their Elite Four, and the weakest of their Elite Four would be bumped out. The undisputed winner would face the current Pokemaster, and a new champion could be decided.
Everyone knew the name of the current Pokemaster, but not any of his Pokemon.
Popular rumor had it, that some of the current Pokemaster's Pokemon were a Dragonite, Murkrow, Ampharos, and a Charizard. But surely, to be a true Pokemaster, one had to have much more different Pokemon. And since the puzzling evidence of the 251st Pokemon had been confirmed, The League champion was sure to have over 100. But Tom could have cared less about that now. Now, Tom was worrying about getting his first Pokemon.
Tom continued over the flat terrain, over route 46. So far, he had seen a Rattata, Pidgey, and an Oddish; but they were all too strong to capture without a fight. Tom was looking depressed. "How can I possibly get a new Pokemon without weakening it?" he asked himself. "I can't fight it myself, otherwise it would never trust me. How can I possibly-"
His thoughts were cut short as the ground came up and met his face. "Ow," he groaned, climbing to his knee and rubbing his face. "What was that?"
Just then, he noticed a grayish-blue rock on the edge of the foliage on the trail that he had tripped on, except it was too sharp-edged to be a rock. In fact, it was almost like a box. Tom went over to look at it more closely, and it was suddenly pulled away into the shrub. "I wonder what that could've been?" he asked himself, pulling out his Pokedex, pointing it into to the shrub.
"No Pokemon detected," the Pokedex said blankly.
"Well, it's gotta' be some Pokemon," he muttered as he climbed into the bushes.
The foliage was even denser here. Twigs snapped beneath Tom's feet as he made his way through the shrub. Just then, he heard a sharp wail. He looked down and he saw a Weedle, his tail lodged underneath the sole of his boot.
"Weedle, the Hairy Bug Pokemon," Tom's Pokedex said. "It uses its sharp, venomous stinger on its head as a weapon against aggressors. It will also spit out a sticky substance on opponents when threatened."
Tom moved his foot off the Weedle and crouched down to it. "Hey, I'm sorry little guy," Tom said soothingly, slowly stepping off of the Weedle's tail, moving to stroke the injured Pokemon. Suddenly, the Weedle faced him and spat out a thick, sticky liquid between Tom's eyes, driving a yelp of surprise from Tom. The Weedle then scurried away into the bushes as quickly as he could. "Wait! Don't go!" Tom called as he went after the Weedle, wiping the String Shot off his face.
After about a minute, he saw the Weedle again, standing in plain sight back on the trail. Tom moved toward it slowly. "Hey, about your tail," Tom said softly in a reassuring voice. Tom went to touch the bug Pokemon when a large, bee-like Pokemon suddenly landed forcefully between them. Startled, Tom backed away and aimed his Pokedex at the creature.
"Beedrill, the Poison Bee Pokemon. The Evolved form of Weedle, following its Kakuna stage. It will attack anyone entering its territory, or anyone it thinks that is threatening it's young, with it's venomous stinger and sharp appendages on it's forelegs. It can also be very aggressive. Approach with caution."
A cold sweat ran down Tom's face. Tom had heard stories about Beedrill swarms attacking towns, due to their rapidly expanding numbers, in need for new territory. The Beedrill hovered in his face, ready to strike any moment. "N- n-ice Beedrill. Good B-Beedrill..." Tom weakly stammered, backing away slowly. "I really didn't mean to step on the Weedle's tail," Tom murmured in futility, knowing that the Beedrill was not listening. Tom's brain was too fozen in terror to think of running. The Beedrill pulled back her harm, ready to jab Tom with her razor sharp needle arm. Tom squeezed his eyes shut and braced, expecting to be skewered by the needle at any moment.
A second went by. Then two seconds. Three. No sting.
Tom opened his eyes, and found that another Pokemon had stopped the Beedrill's Fury Attack. It was a light-red Pokemon, almost a shade of pink, with flat surfaces for its body, as if it were a machine. Then Tom looked down at its feet, and gasped. It was the same grayish-blue rock he tripped over. Then, the mystery Pokemon lunged at the Beedrill, knocking her down with a Tackle attack. The defeated and disgraced Beedrill scooped up her young Weedle in her needles and flew off.
Tom, controlling his paniced breathing, wearily got to his knee and looked at the Pokemon, It turned around to Tom and said, "Pory-gon" in a blank synthesized voice. Tom aimed his Pokedex at the creature.
"Porygon, the Virtual Pokemon," Tom's Pokedex said. "Its body is made up entirely of super computer code. It is free to download or upload itself into almost any machine or electronic device. Its voice processor program can speak any language."
"Porygon?" Tom asked the Pokemon, "You're a Porygon?"
"Pory-gon num-ber 0-2-7-2-1 ver-sio-n 7 poi-nt 4. In oth-er wor-ds, I was the two thous-and-th, se-ven hun-dre-th, twe-nty fir-st Pory-gon pro-duce-d."
Tom walked over to the Porygon. "Thanks for helping me, Porygon," Tom said, thankful for Porygon's thouhgtful intervention.
"Than-k you. I was cre-ated to as-sist my cre-at-ors, you hu-man-s." The Porygon blankly spat out.
Tom looked down on Porygon's forehead. There was still dents from the Beedrill's needles embedded on it, and of course there was his scuffed foot which Tom tripped over. "You look pretty damaged, Porygon. Let me take you to the Pokemon center in Halla town, just up ahead? It's the least I can do for you."
The Porygon nodded. "Than-k you."
The Asylum's note:
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Chapter 2: Porygon, Stray or stay?
Tom and the Porygon were in the midst of Halla town, searching for the Pokemon Center. Search as they might, however, neither one of them spotted one. "Funny, I could've sworn there was one around here somewhere," Tom muttered to himself, rubbing the back of his head as he and the Porygon wandered the empty streets. "Porygon, do you have any idea where one is?" Tom asked. The Porygon mechanically shook its head.
"A Pokemon Center?" a voice behind them said. Tom and the Porygon turned around too see a late-teeneaged girl standing behind them. Although a little shorter than Tom, she was about a year older. Her dark sunglasses matched her short brown hair perfectly, wearing the hair long in the back. "Tell me your joking," she said sarcastically.
"I'm not," Tom said flatly, "Isn't there one around here?"
"Oh yes, there's one here. Right over there," She said, pointing to a worn-out building across the street.
"That? That's a Pokecenter?"
"Mmm-hmm," she nodded.
The building had looked like a miniature atom bomb had hit it. Broken windows, holes in it's walls, and whatever remained of the paint was slowly peeling off.
"What happened to it?" Tom asked the girl.
"Didn't you know?" She asked, "there hasn't been a trainer here for years."
"Then I suppose your not one then, are you?"
"You kidding?" The girl snorted a laugh, "I love Pokemon!"
"Then what are you doing here?"
She swept her ponytailed hair to the side. "I heard that there was some rare Pokemon hanging around down here. Speaking of hanging around, I havn't seen you anywhere around here. Who are you?"
"Tom. And you?"
"I'm Jennifer, but people call me Jen."
Tom extended his hand to her in a gesture of freindship. Jen just stood there, paying it no mind. As Tom retracted his hand, Jen looked down at the Porygon. "Nice porygon. Where'd you get it?" she asked, taking off her sunglasses, revealing her crystal blue eyes.
Tom and the Porygon looked at each other. "Well, he's really not mine," said Tom.
"Oh?" Jen asked, "Who's is he then?"
Tom looked at the Porygon again. "Say Porygon, you never did tell me who owns you-"
Just then, Jen gasped. "You bastard, you stole it, didn't you?"
"Stole it?" Tom gasped, surprised. "I did not steal it!"
"Oh, then where'd you get it?"
"I found it on the way here."
"Really. You think I believe that?"
"Yes. Because I did find him."
"You can only buy these things."
"Look, I didn't steal him-!"
"Then he's yours?"
"-Lemme guess, 'You found him.'"
"What kind of fucking stupid idiot do you think I am?"
"I dunno. How many kinds are there?"
Jen slapped Tom hard across the face. The Porygon bumped into Jen's leg angrily as Tom groaned, rubbing his welted cheek. "Whe-re do you get off st-ri-kin-g the hu-man?" Porygon demanded.
"He called me an idiot!" Jen snapped.
"Not necc-e-sar-il-ly," the Porygon output. "He as-ke-d ho-w man-y ki-nd-s of id-i-ots th-ere ar-e-"
"-Hey, what are you doing sticking up for someone who stole you?" Jen flared.
Tom looked angrily at Jen. "The hu-man did not st-ea-l me," the Porygon replied blankly.
Jen looked up at Tom, realizing Tom had been telling the truth. "Um, sorry," Jen apologized, her face flushing a blush red.
"Serves you right, bitch," Tom muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?" Jen asked angrily, her anger flaring once again.
Tom looked down. "Nothing"
"You said something about me!"
"I said nothing," Tom said again, looking up into Jen's face.
If Jen had any less self-control, she would have ripped off Tom's head and tore out his liver from his neck. Crossing her arms, Jen turned away. "Some trainer you are," she taunted, "your only Pokemon isn't even yours!"
Tom looked at the Porygon, then looked back at Jen. "Yeah, well if he was mine, I'd beat you in a match any day!" Tom retorted.
Jen smirked. "Then why don't you?" She reached around her waist, brushed aside her jacket, and plucked one of the three minimized pokeballs from her belt. "C'mon, Tom, I'll take you on!"
"I don't have a Pokemon yet-"
"Then why don't you use that Porygon over there? It seems to like you enough."
Tom and the Porygon looked at eachother. The Porygon strode up to Tom. "Su- re," the Porygon said.
Tom looked up at Jen. "Okay, Jen, send out your best!" Tom challenged.
Jen could not contain a plotting grin. "Okay," she said, dropping her Pokeball to the ground, "Go, Clefairy!"
A red beam of energy shot out of Jen's Pokeball, which materialized into some shape, then into a Pokemon. "Clefairy!" the Pokemon cried. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Clefairy, the Fairy Pokemon," Tom's Pokedex said. "Clefairy is one of the rarest pokemon in the world. It uses its bulk to use attacks like Pound and Body Slam. It's signature move is the Metronome. However, like it's relative, Igglybuff, Jigglypuff and Wigglytuff, it can use the Sing technique; singing a mysteriously relaxing melody which may cause any Pokemon or humans around it to fall asleep."
"Clefairy, huh?" Tom mused, "Well, it's nothing this Porygon can't handle! Porygon, Tackle attack!" Tom commanded.
The Porygon drove towards the Clefairy at full speed. Just before the Porygon could ram into Clefairy, the Pokemon managed to catch Porygon by its beak and swing herfelf onto the Porygon's back. clubbing her hands into tiny fists, the Clefairy began to Pound away on the back of the Porygon's skull. "That's it, Clefairy! Pound that Porygon senseless!" Jen cheered.
"Porygon! Buck it off!" Tom commanded. The Porygon reared up and thrust itself in a controlled nosedive, throwing the Clefairy off a good three meters in front of him. The Clefairy slowly got up, only to have the Porygon tackle her in the mouth. Clefairy wiped the trickiling blood coming from her broken gums off her chin. "Clefairy!" she snarled angrily. Almost as suddenly as the fight began, the Porygon was now rushing towards the Clefairy again, nailing her in the gut. The Clefairy coughed up a little phlegm before collapsing to her knee.
Jen could see that her Clefairy was getting outclassed. "Clefairy! Sing it to sleep!" she ordered.
The Clefairy took in a deep breath, and started to hum a sweet melody. Tom could see the Porygon starting to go off-line, as its eyes were starting to dim. "Porygon, don't listen to it!" Tom urged. The Porygon shook it's head violently, trying to resist the Clefairy's Sing tactic. And then, the Clefairy began to sing. Tom yawned, feeling the effects from the Clefairy's song. "Don't, give up, Porygon" Tom said as he struggled to stay awake, shaking on the spot.
But it was of no use. The Porygon had gone completley off-line. The Clefairy stopped singing, and walked over to the Porygon. "Okay, Clefairy! Finish him off!" Jen called, "Doubleslap!"
The Clefairy raised her hand, about to administer the final blow. Just before the Clefairy could strike, the Porygon came back on-line, and rammed her with its beak, right into the Clefairy's midsection. The Clefairy staggered back, fell to one knee, and coughed up some blood. The Clefairy fell flat on her back, winded and defeated. "Oh no," Jen gasped, "Clefairy!"
Jen rushed to her Clefairy's side, couched down, and zapped the Clefairy back into his Pokeball. Jen stood up and looked at Tom. "Look what you did to my Clefairy!" she snarled.
"You're the one who started the match. It's not my fault this Porygon's better than that weak Clefairy." Tom smirked.
"Weak?" Jen roared. Jen's face turned red, boiling with anger, and then almost immediatley she cooled down. "This isn't over, asshole!" She growled at Tom as she stormed by them and into the down the street.
Tom kneeled down at the Porygon. "I'm sorry I had to use you in that fight, Porygon. Now you're even more damaged than before."
"That-'s ok-ay," the Porygon replied.
"Well, there's definitly a Pokemon center at St. Baers," siad Tom, changing the subject, "I said I'd fix you at one, and I will. Okay?" Tom proposed.
The Asylum's note:
oh ho! looks like somebody's got a rival! If you still can't imagine what Jennifer looks like, just imagine loreli, with black hair, shorter, without those little hair "poofs", without those weird glasses, and without jugs the size of basketballs o_^_^
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Chapter III: A real 'Chop-up
"Sys-tem dia-g-nos-ti-c... sys-tem at forty t-wo per-cen-t po-we-r," the Porygon said blankly while running a system check.
"That Clefairy must've really roughed you up some," Tom said as they continued up Route 43.
Tom opened up his Pokedex and pressed a yellow button in the center. "Pokemon seen: seven. Pokemon owned: zero. Percent of full Pokedex-Trainer experience: 1.4 percent."
Tom groaned. It had already been five days since he left Yorin town. At this rate, he would never get any badges, or his shot at Pokemon Leauge. Quickly shifting his eyes on the Porygon travelling by his feet, Tom wondered how having this Porygon as one of his own Pokemon would help him. Suddenly dismissing the thought as soon as it had happened upon him, Tom knew that it was not in him to thieve off of someone else. Deciding to keep optimistic nevertheless, Tom and Porygon continued forth down the forest trail.
Just then, the Porygon came to a stop, making Tom halt too. There was a grayish-blue Pokemon lying belly-up in the middle of the trail. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Machop, the Superpower Pokemon," Tom's Pokedex said, "Machops are usually solitary Pokemon. While awake in daylight hours, the Machop usually spends its time exercising its mucsles, while at night they are almost always found sleeping. Machops are also known to take naps almost anywhere, similar to the rare Pokemon Snorlax. When on the attack, the Machop likes to use it's hands for fighting, and occasionally uses it's feet."
Tom put his Pokedex back in his jacket pocket. "Too bad I can't catch it, it'd make a really good team player," Tom groaned.
"Wh-y ar-e y-ou un-ab-le to ca-t-ch th-is Po-ke-mo-n?" the Porygon asked.
Tom started to explain to Porygon about his predicament. When Tom finished, the Porygon nodded. "A-ff-ir-m-a-ti-ve," the Porygon said, "Bu-t I w-ou-ld be gl-ad to he-l-p y-ou-"
"Oh, no Porygon," Tom cut in, "you're already damaged as it is. And I promised I'd fix you. I can't." The Porygon blinked once. "We'd be better off leaving him alone."
Slowly yet quietly, Tom raised his leg over the Machop, as not to disturb it. Just as he planted his foot on the other side of the Machop, a dry twig snapped suddenly, making a loud, dry cracking sound. The Machop shook awake and fixed a glare upon him immediately. Tom could tell that the Machop was not happy at all from being awoken, and before Tom could move a muscle, the Machop struck with a swift Karate Chop between Tom's legs.
Tom yelped in pain and fell over, holding between his legs and groaning. The Machop rolled over backwards and sommersaulted to his feet, just seconds after being awoken. Still in pain, Tom looked up only to have the Machop slap him in the face with another quick strike. Tom collapsed on one knee, rubbing his tenderized cheek. The Porygon sped towards the two at ramming speed, only to have the Machop swat the Porygon in the face, toppling the Porygon to its side. The Machop then grabbed the Porygon's tail, and began to swing it around like a centerfuge motion, and threw it into the bushes with a Seismic Toss.
By this time, Tom had gotten back up to his feet, wiping a cut on his cheek. The Machop suddenly switched his attention back to Tom, boundign up into the air with his hand wound across his chest, ready to land another Karate Chop. Without hardly a second to think, Tom sidestepped out of the way in the nick of time, quick enough to let the Machop sail through the air and hit a low branch on a tree around it's mid-section. The branch flexed backwards with the Machop, and then springboarded the Pokemon into the air. The Machop landed on his back and tumbled onto his belly, thoroughly stunned. As Tom looked at the Machop, his brain immediately switched gears.
Tom dug into his trench coat's pocket and fished out a Pokeball. "Pokeball, go!" Tom called and the hurled the red-white ball at the Machop. The ball struck the Machop, zapping him inside, and falling to the ground. The ball rocked back and forth along the ground violently, pitching with no end in sight. And after about eleven seconds, the ball fell still. Machop had been caught.
Tom could have screamed with joy. Just as he scooped up the Pokeball, Tom suddenly remembered something. "Porygon!"
Tom ran over to the bushes where Machop threw the Porygon. Tom searched the shrub, and pulled out the badly damaged Porygon soon after. "Sys-tem at tw-o per-cen-t po-w-errrrrrr...." The Porygon groaned as its voice and eye-lights began to fade. "C'mon, Porygon, I'll fix you for sure this time."
The Asylum's note:
Well, a new pokemon! looks like we won't be seeing much of this Porygon anytime soon.....or will we? o_^_^
This is one of my "cleaner" fics. and for once, the HUMAN bleeds! but it's still just a little blood, and sum trash-can humor,( ) but i still think it's good enough to be called a true "Asylum" style fanfic.
Chapter IV- Porygon, who are you?
Tom sat in the lounge chair in the Pokemon Center in St. Baers, waiting for the Porygon to be fixed and Machop to be healed. They arrived about forty-five minuites after Tom caught Machop, and for Tom, it was not a moment too soon. Now that he had a Pokemon of his own, he could catch other Pokemon as well. Tom brightened at the thought of finally having a chance at Pokemon League.
Switching his thoughts to his current situation, Tom began to plan out the rest of the week. First, he thouhgt, he would look around St. Baers and see if the Porygon's trainer was around. If not, Tom thought he would then challenge the local gym leader.
"Tom, is Tom here?" Nurse Joy called out.
Rustled out of his daydreaming, Tom got up and walked over to the reception counter. "Are they ready?" Tom asked.
Without so much as a word, Joy handed Tom his Pokeball containing Machop, and the Porygon drove out from behind the desk. Tom thanked Joy as he walked out with the Porygon.
"Well, now that I've finally fixed you, Porygon," Tom said to the Porygon as they travelled an empty street, "I guess it's time to find your trainer."
Tom continued walking along and looked down by his feet a few seconds later, only to find that the Porygon was not there. Tom stopped and looked around. "Porygon?" he called. Tom looked behid him, and saw the Porygon in the distance, not moving at all. "Come on, Porygon."
The Porygon moved further backwards. Tom walked up to the Porygon, and crouched down to it. "What's up, Porygon?"
"No-th-in-g," Porygon responded.
"Well," Tom stood up, "let's find your trainer." Tom walked on, but the Porygon didn't budge. "Oh, come on," Tom said, coming back and crouching by him again. "I can't keep you with me forever."
"ca-n y-ou tr-y?" The Porygon asked.
"What is it?" Tom asked the motionless Porygon. "Don't you want to find your trainer?"
"No need to, mate, you already have," a voice behind Tom said.
Tom looked behind him, and saw a man in his early-twenties looking at the Porygon. He had long, black hair, wide face, and a fair-built body. "You mean this is your Porygon?" Tom asked, standing up and looking at the Porygon.
"Yessir, this is mah litt'l Porygon 'ee is," the man said, looking down at Porygon. "My name's Alex. I lost this little rascal about a year ago down at Yorin Town. Nice little place, really..."
Tom smiled. He felt it nice to know that other people from different places had heard about his sleepy town. "We were walking down route fourty-something, I looked down, and noticed one of me pokeballs was missing," said Alex.
"Porygon's?" Tom guessed.
"Your smarter than ye look, mate. How nice of you to find it for me." Alex looked down at the Porygon. "Well, c'mon, mate. Let's go."
The Porygon didn't budge an inch.
"Why won't he move?" To wondered.
"Search me, mate."
Tom crouched down to the Porygon again and whispered, "What's wrong, Porygon?"
The Porygon raised its head to Tom's ear and quietly whispered back, "D-id y-ou no-ti-ce a t-ea-r i-n my st-ru-ct-u-re wh-en y-ou c-a-rr-ie-d me?"
Tom glanced sideways at Alex. "Come to think of it, yes. Why?"
The Porygon looked straight at Alex, it's trainer. Tom looked confused awhile, but then the concept hit him. Tom stood up, an looked Alex in the eye. "You sick fuck." Tom breathed.
Alex smiled. "Yep."
"No wonder Porygon wouldn't come. You hurt him, didn't you?"
"Th' 'ittle bugger couldn't beat th' simplest opponent. I got 'im a few times to toughen 'im up," Alex said smoothly. "B'sides, y' cant hurt a computer program."
"I take it back. You're not a sick fuck. You're a fucking bastard."
"Alright, mate, you've crossed the line," Alex growled, clenching his fists, "You're concerned over m' Porygon so badly, eh? C'mon, I'll take you on!"
"Sure," Tom replied, reaching for Machop's Pokeball on his belt, "Who're you sendin' out?"
"Why, Mr. Fist!"
Before Tom could even blink, Alex charged Tom and punched him in the nose. Tom reeled back, wiping away the blood oozing from his now broken nose and his re-opened cut on his cheek. As Alex charged again, Tom quickly crouched down and took out Alex's leg with a sweep along the ground of his own. Alex stumbled, struggling to maintain balance, then rightened himself. "You can't take that Porygon away, anyway! He's mine and he belongs to me!" Alex said defiantly.
"Re-a-ll-y?" The Porygon asked. "J- us-t wa-t-ch hi-m."
With that, Porygon rushed his master, ramming his beak into Alex's left knee. With a yelp of dismay, Alex fell to the ground with a crash. Porygon drove back towards Tom, then looked back at his former master. "By-e," the Porygon said.
Tom and the Porygon looked at each other. Tom then glanced back at Alex and sneered. "C'mon, Porygon, let's get that Darkbadge."
As Tom and Porygon went off, Alex called, "You ungrateful 'ittle sod! After all I've done fer you! You owe me something!"
Tom and Porygon stoppped. "Want to give him something?" Tom asked Porygon knowingly.
"Y-es," Porygon said. Turning around to the downed Alex, Porygon said as clear as day, "Fu-ck y-ou."
And they turned around once more and left.
-The End(For now...Mwaahahahahaaa!!!)
The Asylum's note:
Seems as though Tom has a new Pokemon, Porygon! But you ask.....what about Jen? I said i'd bring her back.....but I'm not telling when!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!
Pokemon: (-AD-) Style!
Chapter V: Dark Battle
Tom and Porygon stood outside the Gym. Although Tom had never been so confident before in his life, he had also never been so scared. When Tom started Pokemon training, he had no idea how hard it could be, even for the trainers. Tom reached up and rubbed the bandage on his cheek. "Well Porygon? Are you ready?" Tom asked.
"Y-es," Porygon blankly replied.
"You can't be serious."
The familiar voice behind him made Tom turn around. Jen was stnding behind him, wearing a silly grin. "You think you can beat Rashina?"
"Rashina," Tom said, "That's the gym leader here, isn't it?"
"No shit," Jen sneered. "You're thinking that you, a rookie, can beat her? Don't make me laugh."
"Really? People have told me I'm funny." Tom said, trying to smile.
"Crazy more like it," Jen smirked. "Just so you know, Rashina uses all Dark type Pokemon."
"The Dark type," Tom muttered to himself, trying to remeber what he read about them before picking up his journey. Rack his brain as he might, Tom could not remember anything. "And I suppose you're not going to give me advice on how to beat her, are you?"
"I don't associate with pricks," Jen said calmly. "But I will challenge you again."
"Tom grinned immediately. "You want to be humilated again?"
Jen's lower jaw sharply grinded against her upper jaw. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that," she growled, "That 'victory' was just a fluke."
"Well then, I suppose everything else with you is a fluke as well," Tom retorted quickly. "Come on, Porygon, We've got a badge to win."
Just as Tom reached for the handle to the gym doors, Jen said, "I'll be waiting right here, Tom," she said, pointing to a park bench in the park beside the gym, "When Rashina's through with you," Jen said as Tom ignored her and went into the gym, "I'll pick off what's left."
The gym was dark, lit only by a few candles. Tom and Porygon walked down the long hallway. It was a sight that chilled Tom to the bone. As Tom and Porygon reached the center of the gym with the battle field, they saw a tall, slender figure within the shadows of the gym. For lack of anything else to say, Tom called out, "Hey, Rashina!"
The figure lifted her head and stood up. Her tanned skin accented the numerous gothic marks that laced her face, her blazing red hair, and highlighting her strange clothing. "Another cahllenger?" She replied in a soft, yet harsh voice.
"Yeah," Tom replied.
"Sure. But don't expect me to go easy on you," Rashina said with a tone of total impassiveness in her voice.
Rashina took off her short jacket and pulled a tiny, minimized Pokeball from her pocket. Dropping her jacket along with the Pokeball on the floor, the Pokeball sprung open in a brilliant flash as Rashian acommanded, "Go, Umbreon!". Immediately, a small, black Pokemon stood in the middle of the battle field. Tom opened up his Pokedex.
"Umbreon, the Dark Pokemon. Another Evolution of Eevee. Not much is known about Umbreon. It evolves from Eevee when it is trained at night."
"That's it?" Tom muttered, disappointed in the Pokedex's lack of information as he stuffed it back into his trench coat pocket.
"This is my gym," she said, "so we play by my rules. The first Pokemon to lose loses the whole battle."
"Sure," Tom agreed. "Why not?"
Porygon drove forward to Umbreon, and the two immediately locked themselves into a mutual stare. "Porygon, Take down!" Tom commanded.
"Umbreon, Tackle attack!" Rashina ordered.
Just as Porygon sped towards Umbreon, the Umbreon quickly sidestepped out of the way, leaving Porygon skidding past him. As soon as Porygon managed to stop, the Umbreon rammed Porygon in its side, toppling Porygon. When Porygon began to try and bauck itself upright again, the Umbreon smashed into Porygon again, sending Porygon tumbling over to the side of the field.
Tom could tell Porygon was beaten already. Tom dashed to the middle of the field and scooped Porygon up into his arms. "Looks like I win," Rashina said, smirking.
Tom smirked back. "Look again," he said. Tell her, Porygon."
"Sys-tem di-ag-no-st-ic," Porygon muttered, "th-ir-ty o-ne per-ce-nt pow-er."
"Damn," Rashina muttered to herself, regaining her composure shortly afterwards. "So it is. But that doesn't mean you've won, either. Send out another, if you have one."
When he got ot his end of the field, Tom set down Porygon and picked Machop's Pokeball off of his belt and let his Pokemon free. Although he did not know why, Tom thought he saw Rashina suddenly shiver.
"Umbreon, Sand Attack!" Rashina commanded.
"Machop, Submission!" Tom ordered.
The Umbreon reared up, and was about to scratch up and kick debris from the floor into Machop, when Machop dashed towards the Umbreon and grabbed him by his ears. With a short snarl, Machop placed his foot on Umbreon's forehead and yanked on Umbreon's ears. Umbreon screeched horrendously, trying in vain to struggle free from Machop's tight grip. As soon as the Umbreon was brought to his knees, Tom ordered, "Machop, Karate Chop!" Tom ordered. Machop flattened one hand like a knife and whacked Umbreon on the back with the edge of his hand. With the wind suddenly knocked from him, the Umbreon collapsed and moaned in defeat.
"Well, you've won," Rashina said grudgingly as she zapped Umbreon back inside her pokeball and walked towards Tom. "You've earned this," she said as she placed a small, black police-badge like item in his hand. The Darkbadge.
Tom took the bagde and stuffed it into his trech coat pocket. Looking down at Porygon, Tom asked, "You okay to move by yourself?"
"Y-es," came Porygon's bland reply.
"You know," Rashina said as Tom and Porygon turned towards the doors, she said "you're kinda' cute."
Tom blinked, and glaced quickly around the dark, gothic room. "Thanks. You know, you're kinda' cute too," he said uneasily, slowly backing away to the door, "...Except for... your goth look, Satan praisal, dark... gloomy..."
Jen was sitting on the park bench reading a book when Tom and Porygon came up to her, holding the Darkbadge. "You beat her?" She gasped.
Tom looked at his newly-won badge and smirked. "Yep."
"A loser like you? No way!"
"Heh, pretty damn good for a loser to beat the unbeatable. Why? You tried to take her on?" Tom guessed.
"Well yea- wait! A loser like you! Beating Rashina!"
Tom and Porygon looked at each other, grinning. They then turned around and walked away, ignoring Jen. "Hey! Don't walk away! I'm still talking to you!" Jen screeched, "You still owe me a rematch!" Tom paid her no mind as he and Porygon vanished into the city. Jen packed up her book in her backpack and followed Tom. "Run all you want, asshole, I'll catch up to you and beat you next time!"
The Asylum's Note:
HA! Looks like we'll be seeing alot of Jen for awhile!
Yes, that's it. not much of a paragraph my ending note this time like previous, because nothing happened.(aw, yes.... Tom getting Darkbadge and blah blah blah like that...:p )
Pokemon: (-AD-) style!
Saga II-CrestBadge Saga
Chapter I- Big Bug on the loose!
A completely urooted tree lay beside their path in the forest trail. "What could've done that?" Tom asked, stopping with Porygon to look at the fallen tree.
"Lo-ok," said Porygon, "I-t's ro-o-ts a-re st-i-ll gr-ee-n in-si-de. Th-is tr-ee w-as up-r-oo-t-ed re-cen-t-ly," Porygon said, pointing its nose to the two large indentations on the side of the tree.
"Whatever did this must've been pretty powerful," Tom muttered aloud.
Just then, Tom heard running footsteps coming towards him from behind. When Tom turned around, he saw that it was Jen who was quickly running up to him. Finally catching up to him, Jen bent down and rested on her knees, breathing heavily. "What do you want?" Tom asked.
"A rematch!" Jen snapped quickly. "Now!"
Tom and Porygon looked at each other. They knew there was no way out of it. Within moments, both Tom and Jen had opened up a Pokeball each, with Tom releasing Machop and Jen summoning a Totodile. The two Pokemon growled at each other, exchanging threats.
"Totodile! Water gun now!" Jen commanded.
"Machop! Seismic Toss!" Tom ordered his Pokemon.
Just as Totodile was about to blast Machop with his attack, a large blurry shadow shot out from the forest foliage, flattening Totodile in its path and back into the shadows. "Oh my God! Totodile!" Jen gasped as she ran to Totodile's side. "Totodile, are you alright?" Jen worriedly asked.
"To, dile," Totodile weakly groaned as Jen held him in her arms and dabbed at the cut on his cheek with the back of her hand.
"Machop?" Tom's Machop asked Porygon, confused.
"Me ne-i-th-er," replied Porygon.
"Quick Tom!" Jen shouted at her rival, "Pull out your Pokedex and see what the hell that was!"
Tom quickly grabbed his Pokedex and flashed it into the shrub.
"No Pokemon Located," the Pokedex spat out.
"Damn," Tom muttered as he put the Pokedex back in his jacket pocket.
"I guess whatever that was," Jen said as she zapped Totodile back in his Pokeball "it did that," Jen said pointing at the uprooted tree.
"Maybe so," Tom said under his breath, still pondering what that shadow was.
"Well, Totodile needs healing. Tom, do you have any super potions with you?" Jen asked. Tom shook his head. "Well, do you know where the next Pokemon center is?" She asked, sighing.
"Yeah, there should be one up at Plaiton." Tom said, racking his brain.
"Well let's go then, you're heading there too, huh?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Nevermind. Let's get going."
As they walked, the three of four of them kept spotting numerous remains of twisted and fallen trees. "What keeps doing this?" Jen wondered.
Porygon took a long glance at one downed tree as they passed. "T-om," said Porygon, "Th-e da-ma-ge mar-ks a-re fo-ur an-d a ha-lf fee-t fr-om th-e ba-se. Wha-t Po-ke-mon is fo-ur-foo-t-s-ix?"
Tom pulled out his Pokedex again and scanned the library. "A few of them," he said, "But I think this one looks like it may have done this to the trees," he said, holdig his Pokedex outward so that Porygon, Jen, and Machop could see.
"Pinsir, the Stagbeetle Pokemon," said the Pokedex. "Using its gigantic claws on its head, it can lift almost any opponent up with ease, and crush the life out of them. If it cannot do so, it will swing it around, and throw it down hard, a Seismic Toss.
"But it usually doesn't have to grip the opponent to fight it. It will sometimes charge an opponent brutally, also known as a Take Down attack."
Almost as soon as the Pokedex finished, a rustling in the foilage stepped out onto the trail, As a large Pinsir trudged across their path, Jen released her Clefairy. Clefairy stood beside Machop, glaring at the Pinisr with him. "Machop, if she comes too close, attack it with a Karate Chop," Tom instructed. "Porygon, use a Thunderbolt,"
"You too, Clefairy, use a Pound attack," Jen added.
The Pokemon acknowledged their commands and nodded. The Pinsir trudged closer, Machop and Clefairy braced, ready to attack. The Pinsir never took notice of them as she trudged right by them.
"Fairy?" Machop and Clefairy asked, confused. The Pinsir walked up to a tree, faced backwards from the tree and started rubbing her back against the tree.
Tom, Jen, Porygon, Machop and Clefairy looked on, confused. "What the heck is she doing?" Jen asked.
When the Pinsir had finished rubbing her back, she stood up, letting her pinsers bump up against the tree and tangle in the branches, totally uprooting the tree without a thought. Soon, she went to another tree, rubbed her back, and again carelessly uprooted it. Tom suddenly got an idea. "Hey Tom, where are you going?" Jen asked as Tom walked toward the Pinsir. Tom only shrugged a reply, getting an irritated frown from Jen. As he approached, the Pinsir turned and glared at Tom, trying to stare him off. Tom simply ignored off the Pinsir's glare, hummed, and went to walk behind her, completely unminding to the potential danger he was in. "Tom!" Jen burst out, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"What else do you do with an itch?" Tom chuckled, a silly smile playing on his face.
"What the-?" Jen stammered, "You really are an idiot!" She yelled. Tom casually hummed an odd melody as he carelessly strolled up to the Pinsir.
Just as soon as Tom was right before the Pinsir, the Pinsir lowered her head, spread apart her massive horns and charged at Tom. "Oh God! Tom!" Jen cried. Before Tom could even blink, he found himself lifted into the air by Pinsir's massive claws. Tom tried to force the claws apart, but he was slowly losing, and losing quickly. With only seconds before he was crushed to death, slipped out of the Pinsir's grasp and rolled behind her. When Tom's jacket scraped on the Pinsir's back, the Pinsir froze and relaxed. "What?" Jen murmured in surprise.
"I thi-nk I kn-ow wha-t ha-pp-en-ed," said Porygon, "I thi-nk th-e Pin-si-r ha-d an it-ch."
Jen sighed and grinned slightly as Tom quickly caught on, rubbing the suddenly delighted Pinsir's back. "He's one brave bastard, she sighed. "Crazy, but still brave," she said, breathing a sigh of relief and running over to Tom and Pinsir to help relieve the bug Pokemon of her bothersome itch.
When Tom and Jen finished massaging the Pinsir's back, the Pinsir then faced them and gave them both a hug with her long, spindly arms. To Tom, it felt like he was back inside the crushing grip of her claws. "Well, see ya', Tom!" Jen called, walking off down the trail by herself with all her Pokemon back inside their Pokeballs. "I'll be waiting for you in Plaiton!" she smirked giving Tom a knowing hint. Tom gave the Pinsir one last rub before he zapped Machop back into his Pokeball and left with Porygon towards Plaiton.
Only after a minute of ontinuing to Plaiton, Tom heard tranpling footsteps running towards him from behind. Tom looked over his shoulder to see the Pinsir trampling down the trail towards him, skidding to a halt in front of him. Tom smiled. "You want to come with us, huh?" Tom asked. Pinsir beamed, and nodded a yes. Tom plucked an empty Pokeball from his waist, enlarged it, and then opened it up. "Come on, Pinsir!"
Pinsir leapt into the red Pokeball beam and was zapped inside. Attaching Pinsir's Pokeball onto his belt, Tom continued onward to Plaiton once more.
-End (for now.......:p)
The Asylum's note:
Another new Pokemon! Tom's certainly on a streak..but for how long? and what awaits him in Plaiton? hopefully a new badge? a new Pokemon? which one? I ain't gonna tell! Ha ha!!
Pokemon: Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga II-Crestbadge Saga
Chapter II-The Chapter with no Name
Part I-Battle with Jennifer
Tom walked right by the Pokemon center. There was no need to heal his Pokemon since they were at full health since they left St. Baers. Tom stopped at a sign giving directions to the Plaiton Pokemon Gym and was just about to walk by it when he heard a familiar voice behind him say, "Hey there, Tom!" It belonged Jennifer. "You still owe me a rematch. You've been avoiding it long enough!"
Tom groaned and rolled his eyes. "Oh, fine," he moaned, taking out a Pokeball from his belt. Jen pulled a Pokeball from her leg band and let it open, sending a beam of light shooting fromt he Pokeball that materialized into Totodile.
"Totodile!" the Pokemon cried.
"Go, Machop," Tom groaned as he opened up his own Pokeball, irritated at Jen's persistence.
"Machop!" exclaimed the small gray Pokemon.
"If you wanna' get to the Gym leader here, Tom," Jen said, "You'll have to get through me one on one!"
"Fine with that," Tom replied.
"Alright, Totodile, Water Gun, now!" Jen commanded her Pokemon.
"Machop! Submission!" Tom ordered his Pokemon likewise.
Machop dove at Totodile, but Totodile manage to dodge out of Machop's way and shoot a blast of water at Machop, smacking him upside the chin. Machop staggered back a few feet as he nursed his jaw, then he charged at Totodile again. Before Totodile could counter attack, Machop grabbed Totodile by the jaws and forced them open. Totodile struggled to resist Machop's Submission attack, but it was of no use. Within seconds, Totodile was pleading for mercy.
"Let him go, Machop," Tom said. Machop obeyed, and let Totodile go.
Totodile whimpered back off to Jen, defeated and disgraced. Jen sighed. "Totodile return. You just got lucky, Tom," Jen grumbled.
"Now will you leave me alone?" Tom asked.
"No way!" said Jen. "I'm not gonna' rest until my Pokemon beat the crap outta' yours. See ya'," Jen said as she walked off in a huff again.
"Good work, Machop. How about you stay out for awhile?" Tom proposed.
"Machop!" Machop smiled.
Tom stood in front of the Gym. Porygon, Machop, and Pinsir were all eager to get a good fight, especially Machop who was jumping up and down on the spot. Tom spoke, "Okay, guys-" Suddenly, Pinsir clashed her claws angrily. "...and gals," Tom said, "let's kick some ass!"
Pinsir clashed her claws again. With his Pokemon all fired up, Tom and company entered the Plaiton Gym.
The Gym was much more lit and overall more cheerful than the St. Baer's Gym. In the middle of the room there was a short dark-skinned man in a robe was sitting on a futon, painting weird Japanese symbols on a scroll. Tom called out to him.
"Hey!" Tom called.
The man turned to him, put his hands together, and bowed. "Greetings, stranger," He said in a low, solemn voice. Tom, not wanting to be impolite against such a sweet old man, did the same.
"I'm Tom. And you?"
"My name is Hiro," The man said. "I am Gym leader here. I assume you wish to challenge my Crestbadge," Hiro guessed.
"Ummm, right," said Tom.
Hiro bowed again. "Well, good luck to you, my friend, for you shall be needing much of it." Hiro walked backwards five steps, behind his end of the battlefield border, and grasped a Pokeball from within his long robe sleeve. "I propose a Pokemon contest to you. Of three Pokemon, the first contender to defeat two of the other's three Pokemon shall be declared the winner. Do you accept?" Hiro challenged.
"Sure," Tom said. Under his breath he muttered, "Hell yeah."
"Then let the contest begin!" Hiro exclaimed, as he enlarged his Pokeball. "Prepare for battle, Tauros!" Hiro's pokeball shot out a beam of energy, which formed into a large, bull-like Pokemon. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Tauros, the Wild Bull Pokemon," the Pokedex said. "Using it's three tails, Tauros will run at an opponent, and flail them with it's tails. When on the attack, Tauros will lower it's head, and charge opponents. This is called a Skull Bash attack, or a Take Down attack. Tauros are extremely high- tempered, especially when provoked. Tauros also travel together in herds. Approach with caution."
Tom put the Pokedex back in his jacket pocket, and looked at Pinsir. "Go on Pinsir. Show that Tauros who's boss." Tom said, smiling. Pinsir clashed her claws again, and trudged onto the battlefield.
"Tauros, Take Down!" Hiro commanded.
"Pinsir, Vicegrip!" Tom ordered.
Tauros charged at Pinsir, knocking her in the teeth. Pinsir got back up and spat out a knocked out tooth with blood trickiling from her broken gums. "I receive first blood victory. This is bad omen for you, Tom," Hiro smirked.
Tom grimaced. "Pinsir! Keep trying Vicegrip!" Pinsir tried to catch Tauros in her claws, but Tauros was too fast and nimble for her to grip.
"Tauros, Fire Blast!" Hiro commanded. Tauros reared up on his hind legs, took in a deep breath, and then shot out a large blast of fire, which looked like a little stick man.
"Pinsir! That's a fire attack! Dodge it!" Tom yelled. But before Pinsir could even move, the blast had hit her, knocking her senseless. "Pinsir!" Tom cried as he ran out to his fallen Pokemon's side. "Are you alright, Pinsir?" Tom asked his fallen Pokemon worriedly. Pinsir coughed weakly, her outer body shell charred and black.
"You better come back, Pinsir," Tom said as he zapped Pinsir back into her Pokeball. Tom went back to his end of the battlefield. "Alright, Machop, go!" Tom commanded, letting his Pokemon out of his Pokeball.
"Machop! Low kick!" Tom commanded.
"Tauros! Ice Beam!" Hiro ordered.
Tauros took in another deep breath, but just as he was about to fire the Ice Beam, Machop caught him with a Low Kick to the jaw. Tauros stumbled over, firing the Ice Beam onto Tom's jacket, tearing the bottom corner away. The Ice Beam hit the wall and froze on impact with the corner of Tom's jacket perfectly frozen to the wall. Tauros stood back up and spat out a tooth and a little blood.
"That's it, Machop!" Tom cheered, "Low Kick again!" Machop ran at Tauros at full speed and leapt high in the air.
"Tauros, Skull Bash!" Hiro commanded. Tauros braced, and leapt up in the air on a collision course with Machop. Machop proved victorious as he kicked Tauros dead between the eyes, drawing some more blood. Tauros fell to the floor unconscious as Machop landed skillfully on his feet soon after. "I concede, my Tauros has been defeated," Hiro said as he zapped Tauros back in his Pokeball. No sooner than a few seconds afterwards, he had another in his hand and released the Pokemon inside. "Stand tall, Miltank!"
Miltank mooed as soon as her feet touched the ground and charged Machop with a Tackle attack. Machop got the wind knocked out of him and coughed up a little blood as the Miltank battered her head into Machop's chest. Machop lay dazed on the floor, his senses knocked from him. "Machop, are you okay?" Tom called, worried.
"Chop," Machop groaned weakly. Tom zapped Machop back inside his Pokeball. Tom looked at Porygon. "You're our last chance. Get 'im!" Tom said to his Porygon. Porygon drove forward to Miltank.
"Miltank, Headbutt!" Hiro ordered.
"Porygon, Blizzard!" Tom commanded. As Miltank rushed straight towards Porygon, Porygon's beak began to glow and a powerful blast of ice shards blew towards Miltank from it. One shard hit Miltank's hip, immobilizing it in ice. Another hit her elbow, freezing her whole arm solid. Miltank tried to struggle free from her icy trap, but to no avail. Sensing Miltank's defeat, Hiro returned Miltank back to her Pokeball. "Commendable performance, Tom. But my last Pokemon shall not be defeated so easily. Go, Fearow!"
A Fearow appeared from a flashy red light, and screeched, "Frrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrr!"
"Fearow, Fury Attack!" Hiro ordered. Fearow flew at Porygon at full speed and furiously pecked its forehead with his long beak.
"Porygon, try to hold it off with a Blizzard attack!" Tom commanded. Porygon let fly the ice shards again, sometimes hitting Fearow, sometimes missing. But through it all, Fearow still furiously pecked Porygon.
"Fearow, Keep attacking!" Hiro commanded.
"Don't give up either, Porygon!" Tom called. Then Fearow stopped, it's beak completely frozen, and fell to the floor. Porygon, completely covered in dents, fell over too. Both had fainted.
Tom came over to Porygon and scooped him up in his arms as Hiro walked over to him. "Tom, it is an unusual co-incidence that both of our Pokemon have fainted at once," said Hiro, zapping his fainted Fearow back inside his Pokeball, "Indeed, you have lost, but you have also won, in another dimension of truth." Hiro reached into his robe, and pulled out a small, rectangular crest. "Here, my freind. You have indeed earned my Crestbadge."
Tom was at the Pokemon Center, waiting for the Chansey nurses to heal Pinsir and Machop, while one of the super-smart Kadabra worked on Porygon's repairs. Soon after, Jen came in and gave her three Pokeballs to Nurse Joy, obviously for healing. Jen turned around and saw Tom. "Hey Tom! Imagine seeing you here," she said. Tom groaned.
"What do you want this time?" Tom muttered.
"Nothing. You beat Hiro?" Jen asked.
"Well, sort of," Tom muttered.
"Ha! That was one weak trainer!" Jen exclaimed.
Tom almost choked on his own surprise. "That's right," said Jen, sensing Tom's shock and smirking, "He creamed Clefairy and Totodile, but my third, my third cleaned house! You should've seen it!"
"What is your third Pokemon, anyway?"
"Puh-leez, like I'd tell you, loser."
"Tom, is Tom here?" Nurse Joy called from over the counter. Tom walked up to the counter, and Joy gave him the Pokeballs containing Machop and Pinsir. Porygon drove out from behind the desk.
Just before Tom left, Jen stopped him. "Oh, and Tom, I'm not gonna' rest until I finally beat you," She vowed.
"Sure. Just like last time, huh?" Tom said sarcastically, yet trying not to show his nervousness. Her last Pokemon sounded pretty powerful to Tom, but that was the least of Tom's worries...
The Asylum's note:
Well, that was a relatively short saga, only two chapters!!! What is Jen's third pokemon? the one which looks sooooooo powerful? Wanna know? Then set your eyes close to the screen... closer... closer.... you wanna know what the pokemon is?....
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT THE THIRD POKEMON IS!!!!!!(yet)
*gives props. to The Rock*
Pokemon: (-AD-) Style!!!
Chapter I-This Pokemon's on Fire!!!!
"Say Porygon, how much do you know about Ketchum?" Tom asked Porygon after hours of silent travelling, "Rumor has it that the next city was named after him."
"I w-as n-ot pr-o-gr-a-mm-ed wi-th a Po-ke-m-on ma-st-er ref-er-en-ce," Porygon replied.
"In other words?"
"Do I l-oo-k li-ke a fu-ck-ing en-cy-cl-o-pe-d-ia to y-ou?"
Tom grunted and muttered under his breath at Porygon's response. The sudden sight of a small, mole-like Pokemon digging at the side of the road made Tom's mind switch tracks instantly. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Cyndaquil, the Fire Mouse Pokemon. Not much is known about it. Using its burning tail, it can spin in circles, aiming red-hot Ember at an opponent," Tom's Pokedex said.
"I'll bet it's pretty strong," Tom plotted as he reached for a vacant Pokeball. "Hey, Cyndaquil!" Tom called put, catching the Pokemon's attention. The Cyndaquil turned around only to see the red and white sphere hurled at her, and within moments, she was zapped inside the Pokeball. The Pokeball rocked back and forth with Cyndaquil inside, trying her best to escape. The next few seconds seemed like minutes for Tom, who was hoping with bated breath that the Pokeball would hold together. Suddenly, after a few tossings, the capture indicator light clicked off. Tom grinned as he stooped down and quickly picked up Cyndaquil's Pokeball. "Welcome to the team, Cyndaquil."
Just then, a familiar voice called out, "Hey, Tom!" Tom shivered, and turned around.
"What do you want, Jen?" Tom asked, annoyed as Jennifer came running towards him from further down the path.
"You know what I want," said Jennifer, finally catching up to Tom, "a match!"
"Ready to be humiliated again?" Tom asked, rolling his eyes.
"See? That's why you're a loser. You're unfriendly."
"You want unfriendly? Look in the mirror."
Jen stammered briefly before snapping, "Nevermind! Send out your best, Tom!"
"You want the fight, you send yours out first," Tom challenged his rival. "How about that one of yours that seems so strong?" Tom suggested.
Porygon was surprised. "T-om, y-ou su-re th-a-t-'s a g-oo-d i-de-a?" Porygon asked, questioning Tom's actions.
"If it's as strong as she says it is, it'll be good for the experience factor," Tom reasoned quetly to Porygon.
"I st-i-ll d-on-'t li-ke it," muttered Porygon.
Jen cleared her throat. "Ahem, are you two done now, or can we start?" she asked impatiently.
"Bitchy pest," Tom muttered under his breath.
"Go, Exeggcute!" Jen called, as she opened up a Pokeball.
The Pokemon that came from the red beam was in the shape of six eggs with faces on them, all glaring blankly at Tom.
"Exeggcute," they all said in unison. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Exeggcute, the Egg Pokemon," Pokedex said when Tom flashed it at the creature. "There are six eggs in an Exeggcute. Sometimes when attacking, they will swarm around an opponent and batter it with their egg bodies, their Barrage attack. Also, as well as a Grass Pokemon, Exeggcute is also a Psychic Pokemon. It can use Psychic attacks like Psywave, Psychic, and Hypnosis, as well as Grass moves, like Solar Beam, and Sleep Powder."
Tom looked at the tiny Pokemon. It didn't look very menacing to him. "You know what, Tom?" Jen grinned, "I'll let this be a two-on-one. My Exeggcute versus any two of yours. This one is my strongest, besides Clefairy."
"Sure. Whatever you want," said Tom, "Go, Machop!"
Tom let Machop out his Pokeball, and the grayish-blue Pokemon cried out, "Machop!"
"Machop, Karate Chop attack, now!" Tom commanded.
"Exeggcute, Hypnosis!" Jen commanded.
Machop dove at Exeggcute at full speed, readying his hand for a Karate Chop, when Exeggcute closed his eyes and softly chanted. Suddenly, Exeggcute let out a blast of psychic energy, rushing past Machop like a vicious gale. As soon as Machop managed to stopp reeling, he suddenly started losing consciousness. Soon, Machop was snoring away, lying flat on his back and fast asleep.
"Machop!" Tom yelped, urging Machop to wake up, but to no avail. Machop continued to doze listlessly.
"Exeggcute, Barrage attack!" Jen ordered. Exeggcute's eggs began to tumble over one another, eventualyl rolling beside Machop's head. With a quick spin, five of the Exeggcute heads spun around the sixth as an axis, whacking Machop's head in a flurry of strikes. Machop was battered awake by the sudden attack, and passed out again soon after. Tom zapped Machop back in his Pokeball and muttered bitterly.
"Only one Pokemon left, Tom! Who's it gonna' be?" Jen taunted.
"Dammit," Tom thought, "I can't send out Pinsir, I promised her I'd let her rest till we get to Ash." Tom glanced at Porygon quickly, and Porygon looked back at him, eyeing him questioningly as if expecting something from him. Suddenly, Tom caught an idea. Reaching to his waist, Tom grabbed his recently-filled Pokeball. "Come out, Cyndaquil!"
"Oh no," Jen gasped, knowing of her Exeggcute's weakness as Cyndaquil appeared in front of Tom. Out of pure desperation, Jen ordered, "Exeggcute, hypnosis!"
Exeggcute began to hum and beamed waves of psychic energy at Cyndaquil, but Cyndaquil nimbly avoided them as fast as they approached. Exeggcute was breaking a sweat on all of all six his eggs, shooting wave after wave of energy at Cybdaquil, with each time missing by a matter of meters. When he had waited long enough, Tom ordered, "Cyndaquil! Ember!"
Cyndaquil suddenly came to a skidding halt, spinning herself in a full circle, spraying a barrage of red-hot ash through the air. The embers flew into Exeggcute's faces, driving an agonized screech from the eggs. Seconds later, Exeggcute was brutally bashed sensless by Cyndaquil's Take Down attack. Exeggcute's eggs tumbled over one another and they all passed out in unison at Jen's feet.
"Exeggcute!" Jen gasped as she kneeled by her Pokemon's side. Jen zapped Exeggcute back in his Pokeball and glared at Tom angrily. "I'll beat you one of these days, Tom!" Jen snarled.
Tom shrugged. "Yeah, whatever," Tom mumbled, quietly breathing a sigh of relief under his breath, "Where have I heard that before?" The only reply that Jen gave Tom was her middle finger and a frustrated snarl before she stormed by them.
"Tha-t was-'nt ver-y ni-ce," Porygon muttered as it and Tom headed back on their way.
-The Asylum's note:
That's it? Exeggcute? Well, this was an Exeggcute on a high level. And Exeggcute is pretty tough. Once again, not my usual long boring speech-for- a-closing-note, so blah blah blah blah blah.......
Pokemon: (-AD-) Style!
Chapter II- Safari Zone Blues
Part I-Two Heads Equal One Head and an Artificial Head.
Tom was silently daydreaming to himself, and was quickly interrupted by Porygon. "T-om," Porygon said, "th-ere-'s a si-gn ju-st a f-ew me-t- er-s fr-om h-ere."
"Can you read what it says, Porygon?" Tom asked, snapping out of his thinking train.
"It sa-ys... Po-ke-mon Saf-ar-i Ch-all-en-ge. Ra-re, un-us-u-al, an-d har-d to ca-tch Po-ke-mon. Te-st y-our ca-p-tu-re sk-i-ll-s he-re. O-ne mi-le a- he-ad."
"Rare and unusual, huh?" Tom asked himself quietly, stroking his bit of chin hair. "Rare Pokemon usually mean strong Pokemon," Tom trailed off, grinning to himself.
Porygon shook its head and muttered. "He-ad ca-se."
One mile's worth of travel later, Tom and Porygon had reached the Safari Zone Challenge registration building. Stepping inside, Tom and Porygon found the small, quaint recdeption room to be quite bare, except for a few chairs lined on the walls. "Can I help you?" A red-haired woman from behind the counter of a kiosk built into the wall asked.
"Yeah," Tom answered, "How much for a round?"
"Do you have a Pokdex?" She asked.
Tom fished out his Pokedex from his trench coat pocket. "Why do you want my Pokedex anyway?" Tom asked.
"It's to see if you'll break the Pokedex improvement record while in the Safari Zone," the receptionist answered.
"Really? Who holds it?" Tom asked.
"Gary Oak? Who's he?"
"You know, Gary Oak? He was Ash Ketchum's rival."
"Really? What's the record?"
"Hmmm," The receptionist hummed, typing way on her computer, "nineteen Pokemon seen, including five captured. A Doduo, three Rhyhorn, and a Parasect, all at out our Fushica City location."
"How many kinds of Pokemon are there in here, anyway?"
The receptionist looked at Tom in a funny way.
"I mean rare Pokemon."
The receptionist typed some more commands in her comuter. "Fifteen recorded Kangaskhan, forty-one recorded Tauros, six Pinsir and eleven Scyther. Anyway, back on topic, your Pokedex, please."
"Oh, right," Tom handed the receptionist his Pokedex, and the receptionist plugged the Pokedex into her computer. "Fifteen seen, four owned. A beginning trainer?" she asked.
"Yeah, I just started three weeks ago."
"Well, the usual free pass for beginners is five caught, but fifteen Pokemon seen, for a beginning trainer, and your a first-timer, I suppose I could let you in for free." The receptionist handed Tom a leather sac. Tom took a quick peek inside and found a wide assortment of different kinds of Pokeballs. "You've got an hour," the receptionist said, "Have fun."
Tom and Porygon were walking through the Safari Zone, when Tom suddenly felt a tugging on his trench coat. "Porygon, were you tugging on my jacket?" Tom asked his companion. Porygon shook its head. Tom shrugged and continued on. Seconds later, Tom felt another tugging on his coat. Tom whirled around and ordered, "Stop it!"
"Wh-at?" Porygon asked in innocent shock.
"Stop tugging my backpack," Tom said again.
"I sw-e-ar I did-n't e-ven tou-ch y-our ba-ck-pa-ck."
Just then, Tom heard a soft baby-like caw behind him. Tom turned around and saw a strange bird-like Pokemon with two heads. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Doduo, the Twin Bird Pokemon. This Pokemon is most commonly known for it's horrible flying, but famous for it's fast foot speed. Using it's two heads, it can invent complex plans to attack opponents. One head works on the attacking, the other works on strategies. It will gradually become smarter and faster as it evolves into Dodrio," Tom's Pokedex said.
Tom tucked his Pokedex away again and reached into his sac containing the special balls. Tom was going to grab a Bait ball when the Doduo struck out his left head and snatched the sac away from Tom. The quick tug on the bag was enough to yank it from Tom's hands, and spilling a Pester Ball on the Doduo's right head. Doduo ran in circles, squawking like mad and flailing it's two heads about as the ball let out a spray of pester liquid, puffing up into the air in an irritating cloud. Tom couldn't contain his laughter and began to chuckle. Tom soon stopped chuckling after Doduo bit his nose with his right head. "Ow, shit!" Tom yelped. "Porygon, don't just stand there!" Tom ordered, trying to wrench his nose free of the angered Doduo's beak. "Thunderbolt attack!" Tom yelped, trying to wrench Doduo's beak off his nose. Porygon was about to attack when Doduo's left head started pecking it furiously, keeping Porygon in one spot.
Tom decided to try and outsmart the Doduo rather than overpower it. With a quick swing of his shoulder, uuuu Tom grabbed the Doduo's left head, immediatley stopping him from pecking Porygon. "Porygon, now! Thunderbolt attack!" Tom ordered, struggling to keep the Doduo head from writhing free. Porygon shot out a blast of electricity at the bird Pokemon, just as Doduo yanked left head away from him, pulling Tom in front of him. Tom felt like his bones would rip apart as the Thunderbolt zapped his body and ravaged through it. When it was over, Tom fell to the ground, dazed senseless as Doduo started to caw, laughing.
Sensing Doduo's distraction, Porygon quickly shot out a blast of psychic waves at the spilled sac, knocking a lone Safari bll into the air. The ball clonked Doduo on his right head, driving a surprised squawk out of the Doduo before it was zapped inside the ball.
Part II-Love hurts
Tom's hand was still shaking from the remnants of the charge running through his body, holding a wad of paper tissue to his bleeding nose. He and Porygon had been wandering the Safari Zone for quite some time now since the capture of Doduo, and not a single Pokemon had come their way since.
"Porygon, how much time do we have left?" Tom asked.
"A-bou-t te-n min-ui-te-s" Porygon said. Tom groaned. "Only one Pokemon caught in fifty minutes?" he complained, "Great." Tom's cut cheek had scabbed over, so he threw the tissue away. Just then, Porygon spoke again. "T-om, up th-ere! A Po-ke-mo-n!"
Tom immediately cheered up. "Can you see what it is?" He asked eagerly.
"No, t-oo fa-r aw-ay. It-s ba-ck is tu-rn-ed."
Tom and Porygon continued on their way towards the Pokemon, and it soon began to take shape. It looked like a large light-brown Pokemon, maybe seven feet tall. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Kangaskhan. The Parent Pokemon," Tom's Pokedex said. "Usually found in packs or clans. Kangaskhan are very sociable creatures, and like to be around other Pokemon, preferrably other Kangaskhan. It's signature attack is the Dizzy Punch. A punch that, when thrown the right way, can confuse opponents. Kangaskhan are very rare, and were once on the verge of extinction. Now they are protected by law and live within Safari Zones."
"Alright! A rare Pokemon!" Tom beamed. Almost as soon as Tom thought of reaching for a Pokeball, something poked him in the back of his mind. "But why is it just sitting there alone?" Tom asked Porygon Porygon only blinked.
The Kangaskhan was sitting on a large rock, slumped over and motionless, as if deep in thought. Tom looked at Porygon, who hummed an "I don't know."
"Hey Kangaskhan!" Tom yelled, challenging the Kangaskhan.
The Kangaskhan paid Tom hardly any attention.
"Khan," The behemoth groaned apathetically.
Tom was struck confused. He was expecting the Kangaskhan to charge at him after a challenge like that. "It see-ms ra-th-er sa-d," Porygon said.
Tom and Porygon walked around the Kangaskhan to face him, and Tom looked in Kangaskhan's listless eyes. "You're right, Porygon," Tom said with concern, "he does look sad."
Tom knelt down before the Kangaskhan. "Whazzup, Kangaskhan?" Tom said, trying to cheer the depressed Pokemon up.
The Kangaskhan just sighed again. "Khan," he groaned lethargically.
Just then, Porygon drove up to Kangaskhan. "What're you doing?" Tom asked Porygon.
Porygon did not reply as he began to glow a bright blue, and then turned to Tom. On queue, Kangaskan's eyes began to glow a dim indigo as well. Porygon then turned to Tom, and spoke in a voice that was not his own and asked. "What do you want?"
Tom looked confused, but then the idea hit him. Porygon had formed a psychic link with Kangaskhan. Kangaskhan transferred raw thoughts to Porygon, and Porygon translated them.
"Nothing," Tom said. "I just want to know why you're so sad."
The Kangaskhan only snorted. "What do you care?" the Kangaskhan asked.
"I just want to know." Tom inquired.
"If you must," the Kangaskhan sighed. "My girlfriend left me for my other friend." Tom could not find anything with which to reply. Unhindered by Tom's rapture, Kangaskhan continued. "They ran me from the clan. I tried to join other clans but they rejected me."
"Why?" Tom asked innocently.
"How the hell should I know?" Kangaskhan groaned. "I just feel so... so... worthless."
Tom caught an idea. "Hey Kangaskhan, why don't you join us?" Tom asked.
"Why?" Kangaskhan said through Porygon.
"What better way to forget than to travel?" Tom proposed. Kangaskhan looked at Tom, and Tom looked at Kangaskhan.
Kangaskhan sighed. "Sure. Why not?" Kangaskhan muttered. Kangaskhan stood up, his bulky figure towering well over Tom. Porygon severed the psychic link between the two and both Porygon and Kangaskhan's eyes returned to normal. "Khan!" the Kangaskhan exclaimed, smiling. Tom opened up a Safari Ball, and zapped Kangaskhan inside.
Just as Tom put the Safari ball back in his pouch, the loudspeaker announcement system turned on. "Tom Simms, your Safari Game is over. Please return to the reception desk," a voice blared through a microphone mounted on a pole.
Tom smiled. "C'mon, Porygon, let's go."
The Asylum's note:
Ahhhhhhhh....I finally finished it! now back off to bed....
Pokemon: (-AD-) Style!
Chapter III-How'da ya get your *KICKS*?
After two days of travelling, Tom and Porygon finally made it to New Cinnibar City. The two were walking towards the city when Tom saw a small border house gaurding the city limits. Standing there was a tall, green-haired woman dressed in a blue police officer uniform. One tiny little fact Tom couldn't ignore was the very short skirt she was wearing. When Tom and Porygon approached the border house, the officer stopped them. "Hold it," she said. "Are you carrying any Hitmonlee's with you?" She asked.
"Uh, no," Tom answered, a bit lost. Tom looked on her nametag on her chest, reading Corporal Jenny, "Why do you ask?"
"There's been a stray Hitmonlee running around here," Jenny replied placidly.
"So?" Tom asked.
"It's been running amok in our city. Destroying everything it runs into."
"Naturally we've tried to battle it to weaken it, but it's much more powerful than we thought," Jenny sighed. Upon noticing the Pokeballs around Tom's belt, Jenny asked, "How good of a Pokemon trainer are you?"
Tom smirked. "Pretty good. I'm totally undefeated," he grinned smugly.
"Bu-t you-'ve on-ly had fi-ve batt-"
"Shhh!" Tom quickly and quietly hushed Porygon. Porygon groaned subtly and muttered under its breath.
"Really?" Jenny asked.
Tom flicked his eyebrow with his fingertip. "Yep! No one can touch me-!"
"He-'s on-ly had fi-ve batt-le-s," Porygon cut in.
"Shut up!" Tom quietly hissed through the corner of his mouth, "Shut up!"
"Beginners luck, I guess." said Jenny, silently chuckling. "Anyway, we're hiring any trainer who can subdue this Hitmonlee. The reward is five thousand dollars-"
When he heard the reward money, Tom's brain drowned out Jenny's voice. His mind was immersed within a sea of imaginary paper money. "Five thousand," Tom metally chuckled to himself, "That's more money than I could make in years!" Tom quickly snapped out of his daydreaming and asked Jenny, "Are you serious?"
"Serious," Jenny said firmly. "Well? You want the job?" Jenny asked.
Tom never said yes quicker in his life.
Tom and Porygon wandered the deserted streets of Ash, looking around for the rogue Hitmonlee. "Any sign of him?" Tom asked Porygon. Porygon simply shook it's head. Tom sighed. "Damn it," he cursed, "We gotta' find him!"
"To hel-p the ci-ty?" Porygon asked.
"No- well, that too. The money mostly," Tom grinned.
"I wi-ll as-sume you are jo-kin-g," Porygon said plainly.
"Hey, I don't like looking for this Pokemon either, Porygon," Tom said, "It's not like he's just going to pop out of nowhere and-"
Tom ended his statement abruptly when an apple flew by his face, barely missing it by a few inches. Tom turned to see the Hitmonlee had struck again, this time kicking over an apple stand. Tom reached under his jacket and pulled out his five Pokeballs and let them all loose.
"Caaaaaw!" Tom's Pokemon gave their respective war cries. Pinsir clashed her claws twice as Porygon drove forward.
"Hey! Hitmonlee!" Tom called. Hitmonlee turned, and stared at Tom and his Pokemon. "Yah! I'm talkin' to you!" Tom challenged.
"Khan!" Kangaskhan roared.
"Lee! Hitmon! Lee!" Hitmonlee laughed cruelly.
"He do-esn-'t thi-nk t-oo we-ll of y-ou," said Porygon.
Tom was unhindered by Hitmonlee's threats. "Pinsir! Seismic Toss!" Tom ordered.
Pinsir ran at Hitmonlee, and before Hitmonlee could do anything, Pinisr had him in her grip. Swinging her head around, Pinisr slammed Hitmonlee down on the steeet with a wincing thud. As soon as Pinisr bent over to take Hitmonlee for another toss, Hitmonlee rolled backwards and kicked Pinsir in the face, knocking out a tooth. Pinsir staggered backwards and fell over as the Hitmonlee kicked himself to his feet. Realizing that this Hitmonlee was at a much higher level, Tom zapped Pinsir back in her Pokeball. "Go! Kangaskhan!" Tom commanded. It was then that Tom noticed that a large crowd had gathered around him. Tom felt their eyes burning into him and expecting a success fuelling Tom's desire to win.
Kangaskhan charged forward and aimed a Comet Punch at Hitmonlee, smacking the rogue Pokemon in his cheek. Hitmonlee backflipped skillfully and quickly after the stike, and as soon as his feet thouched the ground, the Hitmonlee sprung at Kangaskhan with a Double Kick aimed right for Kangaskhan's face. Hitmonlee's attack hit with amazing velocity, smashing Kangaskhan's jaw, knocking him over flat on his back. "Khan," Kangaskhan muttered in defeated, blood dribbling from his broken gums. Tom recalled Kangaskhan.
"Dammit," Tom muttered. "Alright! Doduo! Machop! Full scale assault!" Tom commanded. Doduo and Machop raced towards Hitmonlee, only to be kicked back by his Double-Kick and sprawled on the streets. Tom recalled his two defeated Pokemon and turned to Porygon. Before Tom could open his mouth, Porygon backed away. "Aw c'mon! please?" Tom pleaded.
Porygon shook his head, and backed away further.
"Coward," Tom muttered, about ready to give up.
The Hitmonlee shrugged, turned around and walked away. Tom hung his head in defeat, senisng the crowd's disappointment. "If Jen were here, she'd be loving this," Tom thought to himself. Tom looked at the one empty pokeball on his belt, and thought it would be nice to have a Hitmonlee in it.
Tom caught a sudden gleam in his eye.
"Hey! Hitmonlee!" Tom shouted to the retreating Pokemon. The crowd, which had begun to disperse, now began to reconvene. Hitmonlee turned to see the feeble human's position. "You think you're so tough, huh?" Tom jeered, "Well try me!" Tom shouted.
A voice from the crowd shouted, "What are you crazy, man?"
"Sssh!" came another voice, hushing the first.
Tom held out his hand in a fist and extended it towards the Hitmonlee. "Take your best shot!" Tom challenged.
Hitmonlee didn't waste a second. With blinding speed, the Pokemon rushed at Tom, readying his foot for a Jump Kick as he leapt in the air. Mere seconds before Hitmonlee's attack hit, Tom opened his fist to reveal a minimized Pokeball. Hitmonlee's foot kicked the Pokeball, and was zapped inside upon contact. Tom was sent skidding a few feet backwards onto the ground. With the crowd's awe with Tom's capture of the Hitmonlee, it wasn't until a few seconds later that they noticed Tom clutching his left hand in pain.
Nurse Joy had just finished bracing and bandaging Tom's broken left hand. "You really should be more careful," Joy scolded. Tom tried not to let his hand writhe as Joy wrapped it up in the brace.
"So, when do I get the five thousand dollars?" Tom asked.
"The money?" Joy asked. "You did it for the money?"
"Sure," Tom replied casually, "Why else?"
Joy was angered. "You mean you didn't care about why the Pokemon was rampaging? Or how it felt?" She asked. When Tom didn't answer, Joy scowled. "Mr. Simms, If you're to be a real trainer, you've got to realize there's more in training than just money," Joy said sternly as she continued to wrap up Tom's hand.
The Asylum's note:
Ack! I finally got up off my lazy ass and updated it! There! Happy now? *grumbles and goes back to bed*
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga III-Infernobadge Saga
Chapter IV- The Chapter with no Name Returns!
It had been a few months since Tom caught Hitmonlee at the cost of breaking his left hand. Tom had tried to bring Hitmonlee out of his Pokeball once and awhile, but whenever Tom let him out, Hitmonlee would go back on his rampage before being swiftly caught again by Tom. Once he even tried to break Tom's other hand. Tom remembered zapping Hitmonlee in his Pokeball once saying, "Fine then! You're not coming out until you learn to behave!" Tom had never opened Hitmonlee's Pokeball for the whole two months since.
Tom was beginning to think that life was treating him well. Tom had spent one thousand dollars of the reward money paying off all his debts, and spent the next two thousand in New Cinninbar's fanciest resort, ThePokeMasters, and spent fifty dollars on a new system adjustment for Porygon. Machop, Pinsir, Kangaskhan, Doduo and Cyndaquil were in the downstairs spa, no doubt exercising, training, and getting massaged countless times a day. To Tom, life now was perfect. However, there was one tiny detail that stuck to the back of Tom's mind. Tom felt like, amongst all this luxury, something was missing.
Tom heard a familiar voice once he stepped outside the resort call to him, "Hey, Tom!" Tom shivered. Life sucked again, Tom thought as he turned around to see Jen running to him. When Tom looked at her face, Tom thought that he saw something different about her.
It wasn't until Jen ran up to Tom and grabbed him by his jacket sleeve that Tom saw something he never thought he'd see from Jen. She was crying, with a look of utter desperation in her eyes. Jen tried to speak, but her stress conflicted with her tongue, leaving her lower lip trembling and lost for words. Tom put his hands on her shoulders and held her at an arm's length. "Jen, just calm down," Tom said in efforts to subside Jen's panic, "What is it?"
Jen took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Her reddened face burned the tears that were streaming down her face. "Tom," Jen said between breaths, trying to control her panic, "have you... seen a... Kabuto... fossil...?" Jen panted, short for breath.
Tom racked his brain for awhile. After retrieving no answers, he said, "No..." Jen broke down again. "Jen, what's with this Kabuto fossil anyway?" Tom asked, trying to calm her down.
Jen controlled her bawling. "My Grandmother... she died a few months ago, and left her Kabuto fossil to me in her will," she said.
"When I finally got here," she panted, "The law office had been robbed... and the... the fossil..."
Jen sobbed on Tom's shoulder, again. If not for Tom's jacket, Jen would have cried an ocean on his shoulder. "Poor Jen," Tom thought, showing pity for his archrival. Tom put his hands back on Jen's shoulders, and put her at a distance. "I'll keep an eye out for it, okay?" Tom said. Jen sniffled, and wiped a tear that was trickling down her cheek off her face.
"Thank you, Tom," she sniffled. With that, Jen walked by Tom, wrapping her jacket across her. Even though Tom hated her, something deep within him felt sorry for her.
Tom had just checked out of the resort for a few hours for a walk. Staying in a fancy resort all day since he captured Hitmonlee was not what he considered fun. Tom was just walking past an alley down a deserted, lifeless street between when a large, shadow of a man bumped into him. Before Tom could speak, the man shoved something into his chest. "You didn't see nuthin'," the stranger grumbled, as he dashed off in to the street and out of sight.
Tom looked down at the lump of substance that the stranger had given him. It was wrapped in a kind of pale tan cloth, and whatever was inside was hard and heavy. When Tom unwrapped it, he saw the shell of what was once a Kabuto. Tom wasted no time in dashing off to find Jen.
Tom didn't find Jen until two hours later on a lonely street corner. "Jen!" Tom called out. Jen turned around to see Tom casually walking up to her with the shell underneath his arm. When Jen saw what Tom was carrying under his arm, she could hardly contain her joy. Tom caught up to Jen and held out the fossil to her. "Was this it?" Tom asked rhetorically with a grin. Jen let out a gasp of relief as she quickly took the fossil from Tom, swung her backpack off her back and unzipped it quickly, slipping the fossil inside. "Found it," said Tom. Jen didn't say anything. Instead, when she zipped up her backpack and put it back around her shoulders she threw her arms around Tom.
"Thanks," Jen said.
"No problem, Jen," Tom said, placing his hands behind his back. Then, Jen stepped back from Tom. Their eyes connected for only a few seconds, but to them it seemed like hours.
Then, Jen put her hands into her jacket pocket. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Maybe you aren't such an asshole after all."
Tom grinned. "Maybe you aren't such a jerk, too," Tom said.
After a few more silent minutes, Tom asked, "Hey, Jen, how about we put this little rivalry aside, okay?"
Jen smiled and nodded once. The two exchanged goodbyes, and then went their separate ways once again. Tom went back to The PokeMasters, to pick up his Pokemon, and get the Infernobadge.
The Asylum's Note:
Hmm....I had enough motivation to finish this in three hours. something's wrong....j/k.
Yeah yeah, not much (okay, ANY) action at all, and pretty damned boring and short. Kill me already. I never really liked writing this chapter anyway.
-The Asylum (Mewfour)
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!!!
Saga III - Infernobadge Saga
Chapter V - Raise a little Hell!
Tom had just finished his eight-month stay at The PokeMasters. Tom had that warm, fuzzy feeling inside his stomach after helping Jen. Not only that, their bitter rivalry had finally been put aside. With nothing behind him and everything in front, now was the time that Tom decided to get the Infernobadge.
Tom and Porygon stood outside the Gym doors, ready for a Pokemon fight. With a heavy sigh, Tom entered the Gym. Judging from the brightly colored orange and red color scheme within the gym, Tom could only guess that this Gym leader used fire-type Pokemon. "Great, I don't have any water-types," Tom thought to himself, "this is going to be tough."
And Tom got quite a surprise when he entered the Battle Field.
There was a very large lava pool in the form of a circle around the large circular battle field like a moat. In the center of the field stood a tall long-black haired man wearing a black jacket with yellow and orange flame decals around the bottom. The man turned around when Tom called out to him.
"Are you open for any challenges?" Tom asked.
"Sure. What's your name, kid?" The man replied confidently.
"Tom. What's yours?"
"I have no name. But people call me Charlie."
"A secretive guy," Tom thought, "But Charlie's fine."
"Well," said Charlie, "will you go first, or shall I?"
"Your pick," Tom said, as he walked onto the battlefield across a makeshift bridge of rock.
Charlie opened up the side of his jacket and plucked a Pokeball from one of the item attachments from the inside, enlarging the Pokeball and opened it up. "Come out, Slugma!" Charlie ordered as a red beam of energy shot out of the Pokeball, which formed itself into a small red, slug-like Pokemon with very large eyes sticking out on top. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Slugma, the Lava Pokemon," Tom's Pokedex said. "Slugma's body is covered in red hot lava. This Pokemon is almost always moving, to keep the lava hot and liquid-like, giving it more freedom to move. It's body composition looks somewhat like Magby's and Magmar's, but no connection has been discovered between the two."
"Let's make this a best out of three match," Charlie proposed.
"Sure," Tom agreed.
Tom put the Pokedex back in his jacket pocket. "I can't use Pinsir, she's a bug type," thought Tom. "I can't use Hitmonlee, he's just unreasonable," Tom grimaced. "I'll have to give Porygon a try." Tom concluded as he looked down at Porygon. Poygon nodded, and drove out to the battle field and faced Slugma.
"Alright, Slugma!" Charlie called, "Earthquake!"
Slugma jumped up into the air upon Charlie's command and slammed her body forcefully into the ground. The ground shook so violently that, after rocking Porygon off of his feet, even Tom and Charlie felt the impact of the attack. Porygon landed on it's side, but soon rightened itself out.
"Porygon, Iron Tail!" Tom ordered. Porygon's tail turned a grayish-hued blue and suddenly looked even more stiff than before. Porygon rushed at Slugma and made a sharp turn into Slugma, whacking Slugma with its steel-like tail. Slugma was sent flying all the way to the edge of the barttle field and landed at Charlie's feet.
Slugma groaned weakly in defeat. Charlie put Slugma back in her Pokeball, reached for another, and opened it.
Porygon strode back to Tom as Tom opened up Machop's Pokeball, letting the grayish-blue pokemon out. "Machop!" Tom's Pokemon squealed. Charlie's new Pokemon looked like a small black dog with a skull-like formation on her forehead, and two boney lumps on her back. Tom pulled out his Pokedex again.
"Houndour, the Dark Pokemon," the Pokedex said. "When on the move, they usually communicate in barks and howls that only they and their evolution Houndoom can understand. Houndour are very agile, as they are a combination between Fire and Dark type Pokemon."
"Houndour, Rage attack!" Charlie commanded. Houndour rose up in hackles, hissing and growling at Machop upon Charlie's command.
"Machop! Submission!" Tom commanded.
Machop dove at Houndour and slipped behind her, put his foot on her left leg and yanked her tail. Houndour yelped as she tried to writhe her tail free, but Machop's grasp proved to be much too tight. Suddenly, she whipped her neck around and bit Machop on the arm. Machop yelped in pain and furiously tried to wrench his arm free of Houndour's jaws, but could not tug his arm out of the Pokemon's tooth-lock, and the more Machop struggled, the more Houndour held on. Finally, when Machop fell to his knees, Charlie called off Houndour. "That's enough Houndour. Let him go." Houndour obeyed and released Machop immediately. Machop held his bleeding arm as he walked in defeat back to Tom, leaving a trail of dripping blood behind him. Charlie and Tom zapped their respective Pokemon into their Pokeballs.
Charlie reached into his jacket, and pulled out another Pokeball. After releasing the Pokemon inside, a large black-yellow Pokemon took the field. Suddenly, a fire flared on it's back.
"Quilava, the Volacno Pokemon," Said the Pokedex to Tom. "Using its fire on it's back, it can use a variety of attacks like Flame Wheel."
Tom plucked a Pokeball from his belt and let the Pokemon out. "Go! Cyndaquil!"
"Cynda!" Cyndaquil cheered upon being released.
"Lava," The Quilava said menacingly.
Cyndaquil squeaked and ran to Tom and hid behind his leg. "What's this?" jeered Charlie, "A Cyndaquil?"
Tom ignored him and crouched down to Cyndaquil. "C'mon Cyndaquil, don't be afraid," Tom said, trying to encourage his Pokemon. Cyndaquil shook her head fiercley. "Come on, you're the last Pokemon I can use!" Tom pleaded. Cyndaquil still refused. Tom sighed and said, "Do it and I'll buy you something." Cyndaquil squeaked nervously as she nodded slowly, and then made her way to the battlefield.
As soon as Cyndaquil took the center of the field, Charlie commanded, "Quilava, Tackle!" Quilava raced at Cyndaquil and rammed his skull into her forehead. Cyndaquil was sent skidding across the field and slipped over the edge.
"Cyndaquil!" Tom gasped as he dashed after his Pokemon and slid along the edge on his side.
Tom found Cyndaquil hanging on to the ledge by her tiny stubby fingertips. "Quil!" she shrieked.
As soon as Tom took her hand and helped her up, Cyndaqui's body began to glow brightly. The glow so bright it nearly blinded Tom and everyone else on the field. When the glowing subsided, Tom was amazed at what he saw.
There, standing before him, was a newly evolved Quilava. "Quilava," Tom murmured feebly, happy for his new Quilava. The Tom turned to the rival Quilava and ordered, "Quilava, Quick Attack!"
Quilava raced towards the other Quilava with speed so fast that all Tom and Charlie saw was a black-red blurr which collided into Charlie's Quilava with incredible impact. The Quilava was sent skidding across the feild, only to have Tom's Quilava meet him on the other side with a whack onto Charlie's Quilava's back, sending him skidding to the other side again. Charlie's Quilava staggered to his feet and charged Tom's Quilava again. Tom's Quilava then sucked in a deep breath and blew out a thick coloumn of smoke, the Smokescreen technique. Charlie's Quilava was lost in the thick fog, unable to see anything but a black haze. And soon he was unconsious when Tom's Quilava leapt through the smoke and smacked him across the field with a Tackle. Charlie gasped when his Quilava landed at his feet, slumped over on his side and knocked out cold. Charlie sighed as he zapped his Quilava back into his Pokeball. "Lava!" Quilava roared, declaring her supremacy.
Charlie walked over to Tom with a grin. "Nice job, kid." Charlie said, as he handed Tom the Infernobadge.
-End, for now....
the Asylum's note:
This chapter was relativley clean. I am truly sorry.
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga IV - Powerbadge saga
Chapter I - Rhydon Versus Kangaskhan
[The obligatory "special-content" warning]
Gore! GORE!! GORRRRRRREEE!!!! No, I'm not talking about Bush Jr.'s rival candidate or ECW/WWE's Rhyno's finishing move. I mean blood n' guts! This chappy has that good ol' Asylum-style B&G! And no, I don't mean Bob and George, either. So if you get queazy about reading gory violence with lots o' blood loss, get the hell out before you scar yourself and come bitching to me about it. Okay? We cool? Good. Now on with the show!!
Tom and Porygon were walking down the path to Dillem Town on the way to Funsen City when Porygon suddenly said, "T-om, th-ere-'s a si-gn up a-head."
Tom peered into the distance and found a makeshift sign on a wooden plank on a stake reading:
Stay clear from Dillem Town. A loose wild Rhydon has been running amok in the area. Detour through Avii Town.
Tom instantly thought of the Hitmonlee problem in New Cinnabar, and thought of the hefty reward he had recieved. Porygon could sense what Tom was thinking. "No. No no no," Porygon said, shaking its head.
"Why not, Porygon?" Tom asked.
"You got lu-cky in cat-ch-ing tha-t Hit-mon-lee. Be-si-des, If you cat-ch th-is one, you mi-ght ha-ve two pro-b-lem Po-ke-mon," Porygon said.
Tom sighed. "Maybe all Hitmonlee needs is time. I'll try it anyway."
Porygon shook its head. "St-u-pid hu-ma-n."
Tom and Porygon walked the deserted streets of Dillem alone. All around them were what remained of what were once buildings, now nothing but piles of rubble. Just as Tom and Porygon rounded a corner, they came face-to-face with one of the Jenny officers. "Hey! What do you think you're doing here?" she asked angrily.
"There's a Rhydon loose here, right?" Tom asked with a smug grin
"Yes. And that's why we evacuated the town," Jenny replied sternly.
"How long has it been here?"
"About a week. Why?"
"Maybe you've heard about New Cinnabar?"
"Yes, but- wait, you're the one who caught that Hitmonlee?" Jenny asked.
Tom nodded once, trying to contain his pride. Jenny's face changed back to the way it was before. "Well, if it's a reward you're looking for, we don't have one," She spat out. "You better go now before I get you a personal police escort out."
"You think you can do any better?" Tom asked a rhetorical question. A long silence passed between Tom and Jenny. Then, Tom turned and walked away. "C'mon Porygon. They don't need our help with that Rhydon," Said Tom smugly as he and Porygon turned from Jenny and walked away.
A few seconds later, Tom heard Jenny call him back. "Okay, okay. But if you mess up your definitely out."
The next day, Tom and Porygon were wandering around in the central park, right were Jenny had told Tom the Rhydon was last seen. "See anything yet?" Tom asked Porygon.
"No-th-ing," Porygon replied.
Suddenly, one of the bushes that lined the park the opposiste side of Tom shook alive. It was torn up from the ground as a heavy foot trudged upon it, belonging to a bulky Rhydon. The Rhydon lazily kicked a nearby tree, prodding it with its toe until it pushed the tree over without nearly a thought with its massive arm. Tom, sensing that the Rhydon was unaware of him and Porygon, pulled out his Pokedex.
"Rhydon, the Drill Pokemon. Rhydon are the evolved form of Rhyhorn. Their drill-like horn can drill through almost anything. Rhydon also use this drill as a weapon, particularly as its Horn Drill attack. Rhydon's thick skin makes it almost armor-like, and can withstand even molten lava."
"Porygon," Tom said, "Translate what is says. I think we might need to talk to him." Porygon nodded as Tom. "Hey, Rhydon!" Tom called out.
Rhydon turned to see who had the nerve to bother him. "Rhyyyy... don," the Pokemon grumbled.
"No-on ca-lls me," Porygon translated.
"Well I guess I'm the first then," Tom said, wearing a silly smirk on his face.
Rhydon's eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth curled up in a snarl. "Rhy rhy don!" the Pokemon growled.
"You in-sig-nifi-cant li-tt-le sh-it! I cou-ld fla-tt-en you he-re ri-gh-t now, fu-ck-he-ad," Porygon translated.
"Foul-mouthed, isn't he?" Tom thought as he plucked a Pokeball from his belt, opened it, and out came Kangaskhan.
"Khan!" The seven-foot Pokemon roared.
"I've heard you've been a bad Rhydon," Tom said, taunting the beast, "and I'm going to take you to school."
Rhydon laughed cruelly. "I wou-ld li-ke to see you tr-y, shi-t-hea-d," Porygon translated.
Suddenly, Rhydon lowered his head and charged at Kangaskhan with a Heatbutt attack. "Kangaskhan, block it!" Tom ordered his Pokemon.
But it was too late. By the time Kangaskhan could move, Rhydon had already embedded his drill in Kangaskhan. Kangaskhan roared in pain as blood gushed out of his wound. Rhydon pulled his drill out of Kangaskhan, leaving Kangaskhan kneeling on the ground, quivering. Even though the horn had only punctured Kangaskhan's young pouch, Kangaskhan's gut was ripping up and down with agony. Rhydon hastily wound back his arm and delivered a Mega Punch into Kangaskhan's gut. Kangaskhan reeled back, clenching his stomach, dribbling a thin trickle of blood down his chin. "Kangaskhan!" Tom gasped, looking at Kangaskhan's wound that was still losing blood and dripping on the ground.
Rhydon charged at Kangaskhan again. "Kangaskhan, Shadow Ball!" Tom ordered. Kangaskhan's eyes began to glow upon Tom's command as a ball of black light formed in his hands. With a roar, Kangaskhan wound his arm back and hurled the ball at Rhydon. The ball hit Rhydon on his chin, rocking him on his feet, leaving him waving his arms like a windmill trying to keep himself on balance. Wasting no time afterwards, Kangaskhan rushed at Rhydon and grabbed him by his arm. Kangaskhan turned around forcefully swung Rhydon around and around like a centerfuge. Kangaskhan then lifted his Rhydon tilt-a-Whirl and slammed the Pokemon down hard into the ground on his back. Rhydon landed with such impact the ground shook beneath Tom and Porygon. Kangaskhan raised his foot to smash it into Rhydon's stomach as a Submission attack, when Rhydon rolled over to his belly and whacked Kangaskhan with an Iron Tail attack on his cheek. Kangaskhan stumbled back, rubbing the bleeding cut that Rhydon's attack had given him. Before Rhydon could get back up, Kangaskhan ran at Rhydon again and hit him with a Dizzy Punch. Rhydon wheeled back, blood streaming from his broken gums. Kangaskhan Dizzy Punched Rhydon again, catching Rhydon by the eye, then threw another one, catching Rhydon on his opposite cheek. Rhydon stumbled back as his right eye begun to swell and close shut.
Kangaskhan charged at Rhydon again, looking to land another Dizzy Punch, but Rhydon tilted his neck just in time to avoid the punch, letting Kangaskhan's arm fly past Rhydon's head harmlessly. Just as Kangaskhan`withdrew his fist, Rhydon gave Kangaskhan another Mega Punch to the stomach. Kangaskhan keeled over and gasped for breath, reduced to one knee as he let a glob of blood spew from his mouth. Rhydon then grabbed Kangaskhan by the horns and flung the beast over his head and onto the ground, stunning Kangaskhan on his back. Rhydon knelt down beside Kangsakan's head and wound up another Mega Punch.
Tom had seen enough. "Hang on, Kangaskhan!" Tom shouted, running to his Pokemon, "I'm coming!"
Rhydon saw the feeble human charging him and swatted Tom aside carelessly like Tom was nothing but an annoying Venonat. Tom landed a few feet away from Rhydon, rubbing his sore neck.
"T-om!" Porygon said in surprise and concern as he raced around the two fighting behemoths and to Tom's side. Tom rubbed his cheek as a bit of blood trickled out of his mouth from his broken gums. "T-om. Are you al-ri-ght?"
Tom spat out a tooth. "I think so..."
This distraction was all Kangaskhan needed to flip himself up and hurl another Shadow Ball into Rhydon's face. Rhydon teetered back on his knees before he finally fell over onto his face. Kangaskhan rolled Rhydon over, stepped on his back, and pulled his tail hard with a Submission attack. "Rhy!!!" Rhydon roared. Rhydon tried to wiggle out of Kangaskhan's hold, but Kangaskhan kept a firm grip on the armor-like tail.
"Khan! Kangas khan!" Kangaskhan roared.
"Rhy, rhy!" Rhydon roared back.
"I'll l-et go if you lea-ve thi-s to-wn at on-ce," Porygon translated. "No wa-y!"
Kangaskhan yanked on Rhydon's tail harder. "Rhy! Rhy! Rhy! Rhyyy Rhy!" Rhydon yelped.
"O-kay! O-kay! O-kay! I gi-ve!" Porygon translated.
"Rhy, rhy! Rhy rhy don! Don!"
"Do you pro-mis-e? Ye-s y-es! Ju-st le-t go! Pl-ea-se!"
Kangaskhan released Rhydon's tail and got off the defeated Pokemon. "Khan!" Kangaskhan roared at the downed Pokemon.
"No-w ge-t lo-st," Porygon translated. Tom breathed a sign of relief and wiped his brow. Getting back to his feet, Tom reached for Kangaskhan's Pokeball.
Just as Kangaskhan was returning to Tom, the Rhydon got up again with a furious scowl on his face. Suddenly, Rhydon roared and charged at Kangaskhan one more time. Almost as quickly as Rhydon ramapged towards him, all of Tom's Pokemon, except for Hitmonlee, burst out of their Pokeballs and stared at Rhydon. Rhydon stopped in his tracks and glared at the team of Pokemon. It wasn't until Pinsir clashed her claws at Rhydon that Rhydon concluded he was outclassed. "Rhydon... rhy!" Rhydon growled, pointing a stubbly clawed finger at Kangaskhan.
"I'll be ba-ck," Porygon said, translating the Rhydon's threat. With that, Rhydon trudged off back into the bushes and dissapeared.
So, Rhydon pointed at Kangaskhan saying "I'll be back." So expect to see the foul mouthed Rhydon soon....
This was one of my bloodier chapters. I am truly proud.
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga IV - Powerbadge Saga
Chapter II - Random Battle
After his bloody battle with the rampaging Rhydon, Tom had decided to let Kangaskhan rest in his Pokeball for a while. Although Dillem's Nurse Joy had stopped Kangaskhan's internal bleeding, Tom decided another fight too soon for Kangaskhan would not be a good choice.
"Hey, Porygon, were you programmed with a map on this area?" Tom asked his polygon-shaped friend. Porygon's eyes went blank, then returned.
"How far is it until Funsen?"
"A-bou-t tw-en-ty fo-ur hou-rs."
"Twenty four?" Tom groaned. At the rate they were going they'd get to Funsen in about a day. Suddenly, Porygon looked around.
"T-om, wh-ere-'s th-at gi-rl tha-t kee-ps fo-ll-ow-ing us?"
It was a good question. Ever since Tom left New Cinnabar and helped out Jen, she was nowhere to be seen.
Just as Tom was passing by a cliff looking over the coastal sea, a small grayish Pokemon jumped out from in front of them. "Sneasel!" she yelled in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Sneasel, the Sharp Claw Pokemon. Its paws conceal sharp claws. If attacked, it will extend the claws to startle its enemy."
Almost instantly as soon as the Pokedex said this, the Sneasel revealed it's razor-sharp claws.
"Highly vicious, this Dark-type Pokemon has been known to attack anything at random," the Pokedex continued. "Approach with caution."
Tom Put his Pokedex back in his jacket pocket. "A Pokemon like that could sure be useful," Tom thought, as he reached for an empty Pokeball. Tom enlarged the red-white ball, and brought his arm back. Tom, with Pokeball in hand, hurled the ball at the Sneasel. Sneasel simply further extended her claws, and smacked the ball to the ground in mid-air with lightning speed.
"Sneasel!" she said vehemently.
"I thi-nk yo-uv'e pi-ss-ed he-r off," Porygon suggested.
And Porygon was right. Sneasel lunged at Porygon and took a wild swipe at it, a Slash attack, which sent Porygon flying backwards a few feet. The Sneasel turned to Tom. Tom knew that if he did not act fast, he'd be sliced into a pile of bloody human sushi. Without thinking, Tom staggered back and gripped any Pokeball from his belt. The ball opened, and a beam of light separated Tom and the Sneasel. The beam took the form of Hitmonlee.
"Ack! Hitmonlee?" Tom gawked in surprise. "Hitmonlee return!" Tom ordered, aiming the Pokeball's return beam at his disobedient Pokemon. But Hitmonlee promptly jumped in the air, and kicked the return beam away.
"Sneasel!" The attacking Pokemon screeched, and slashed Hitmonlee in the back.
Hitmonlee yelped and staggered forward, trying to grip the long bleeding cut on his back. Blood was still dripping from Sneasel's claw as she crouched for another Slash. Hitmonlee turned around. "Lee," he hissed at the Sneasel.
"Sneasel!" the Pokemon said, returning Hitmonlee's threat.
Porygon, with a big dent on its forehead, drove up to Tom. "No-t go-od." Porygon said.
"Oh?" Tom asked.
"The-y see-m to not li-ke ea-ch-o-th-er ve-ry we-ll."
Tom didn't think he liked the Sneasel either.
Hitmonlee suddenly crouched, and sprang forward with its foot outstretched, looking to land a Jump Kick. The kick caught Sneasel in the face, Hitmonlee's clawed toes leaving a cut on Sneasel's cheek, laying down a bit of Sneasel's blood on the ground. As soon as Hitmonlee landed, Sneasel grabbed his foot, spun around sharply, and flung Hitmonlee away with a Counter attack. Hitmonlee landed a few feet away, lying close to the edge of the cliff. Hitmonlee groaned, shaking the cobwebs from his head as he slowly got up.
Then Porygon spoke sharply. "T-om. The cl-i-ff!"
Tom looked at the underside of the cliff, and could tell right away that the edge Hitmonlee was on was about to give way any moment. Tom wasted no time in running after his Pokemon in certain peril. As Sneasel was about to follow Tom, Porygon drove in front of her and blocked her path, making good Tom's escape to aid his Pokemon.
Hitmonlee had just got to his feet. At first he did not know why Tom was running to him, but he soon found out when he took his first step. Hitmonlee screeched with surprise as the cliff groaned and gave way.
"Hitmonlee!" Tom gasped, as he rushed to the cliffside. Luckily, Hitmonlee had gasped a narrow ledge left by the cliff, hanging on by his short arms. But then the rock ledge began to crack, and seconds later it began to crumble. The ledge soon broke, leaving Hitmonlee to fall to the ground countless meters down. Had it not been for Tom to grab Hitmonlee's hand at the last second, Hitmonlee's living days would be over.
Hitmonlee looked at the feeble human who had saved his life as Tom struggled to keep a firm hold on Hitmonlee's hand. With a sudden respect for Tom, Hitmonlee came to a new judgment about this human. With an incredible burst of strength, Hitmonlee used Tom's arm as a slingshot and flipped himself up onto the cliff. Tom turned around. "Hitmonlee?" Tom mused. Hitmonlee turned to him.
"Lee," He muttered.
Tom looked at the Sneasel. Sneasel was mercilessly beating Porygon to a deformed cybernetic pulp. "Hitmonlee, Rolling Kick!"
Hitmonlee rushed to Sneasel with blinding speed, leapt into the air, spun horizontally in midair, and planted his foot dead between Sneasel's eyes. Sneasel stumbled back, rubbing her bloodies face. Tom came to Porygon's side, and scooped him up and away from the two fighting beasts.
"Porygon, system check," Tom told his Pokemon.
"Syyyyyyyyst-em powwwww-er..." Porygon went offline before it could finish.
Tom looked at Hitmonlee and his Sneasel opponent. They looked quite battered and bruised. Sneasel sported a cut on her forehead, which was steadily dribbling blood down her face. Hitmonlee's left eye was swollen and closed shut, with a bloody cut on his adjacent cheek.
Hitmonlee and Sneasel crouched again, ready to pound each other again When Sneasel suddenly straightened out. She stuck out her small tongue at Hitmonlee, gave him a razz, and scampered back off into the shrub. "Lee...?" Hitmonlee asked, confused. Tom walked over to Hitmonlee, with Porygon tucked under his arm.
"Good work, Hitmonlee," Tom said, praising his Pokemon's sudden obedience as he zapped Hitmonlee back in his Pokeball. With Porygon in his arms, Tom continued east to Funsen City.
The Asylum's note:
Another chapter! four chapters in one week! I sure am wearing the clever trousers today! Or rather, the intellectual undershorts....errr...either one.
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga III - Powerbadge Saga
Chapter III - Showdown in Funsen City
Part I - An Old Rival
Tom sat in the Funsen Pokemon Center lounge chair, waiting for Hitmonlee to be treated from his bloody battle with the Sneasel while Porygon was being repaired by one of the super-smart Kadabra. As he sat in the lobby Tom wondered how long had it been since he left home. Realizing that it was almost nine months since he did, Tom pushed his tongue through the gap where the tooth knocked out by the Rhydon had once been. Pokemon training was tougher than it looked.
Tom was just heading out of the Center when he bumped into someone, and he was surprised to see who it was. "Tom!" His old rival said, greeting him.
"Jen!" Tom greeted Jen back.
It wasn't until three second later that Jen noticed something different about Tom. And it wasn't until Tom stretched his mouth in a wide grin that Jen noticed Tom's missing tooth. "My God! How... how'd you lose your tooth?"
"You've heard of the Rhydon that was terrorizing Dillem?"
"Yeah, who hasn't? Wait, you- you caught him? Like that Hitmonlee?"
"No, I didn't catch him."
"But then how...?"
"I sent out Kangaskhan.."
"You have a Kangaskhan? Wow."
"...And they tore into each other. Pretty bloody, actually."
Jen gave a look of disgust on her face.
"I tried to separate them, and..."
"You mean, you tried to take on a Rhydon?"
Jen couldn't contain her laughter. "Apparently there's Pokemon, there's Humans, and then there's men," she giggled to herself.
"Hey Jen, what've you been doing?"
"Oh, nothing really."
Porygon stood silent. "A few months ago these two wanted to rip each other apart," Porygon thought to itself, confused.
"Hey Tom, I'll take you on again. You up for the challenge?"
"Why not?" Tom thought to himself, "I'll beat her like I always do." "Sure," came his reply.
"One on one?"
Tom and Jen walked to an empty street, the perfect setting for a Pokemon fight. Tom plucked one of his Pokeballs from his waist and opened it up, letting Doduo materialize from the usual red beam. Jen could hardly believe how cute this twin-headed Pokemon was. "Aw, a Doduo! How cute!" She gushed.
"Caw?" Doduo said, angling his left head in confusion. Jen soon got over herself and plucked a Pokeball from her leg-belt. "I have an equally cute Pokemon too, Tom," she said as she opened it up. It took all Tom had to stop his jaw from dropping wide open when he saw the Pokemon that Jen had released.
It was a big, very big and enormously plump Pokemon, and maybe about seven feet tall. All it seemed to do was lie down. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Snorlax, the Sleeping Pokemon," Tom's Pokedex said. "Snorlax are very big, lazy Pokemon. Snorlax eat almost eighteen times a day, which attributes to the fact that most Snorlax are about half a ton each."
Tom could hardly stop himself from blurting out, "Half a ton!"
"A Snorlax can eat almost any type of food, even off the ground. Its digestive juices can dissolve almost anything. Surprisingly, it very rarely gets an upset stomach, even if it has eaten a pound of mold." The last statement made Tom's stomach churn.
"Laaaax..." Snorlax grumbled.
"A Po-ke-mon tha-t po-we-r-fu-l cou-ld po-se qu-ite a pro-bl-em," Porygon commented.
Tom looked at the sleeping giant again. "He doesn't look to fast. Doduo could easily run circles around him," Tom said.
"Cute, isn't he?" Jen said.
"Doduo!" Tom commanded his Pokemon, ignoring Jen, "Quick Attack!"
Doduo ran towards Snorlax and thrust his right beak into Snorlax's belly. Doduo then pecked Snorlax repeatedly, alternating pecks with his left and right heads in a Fury Attack. When Doduo got exhausted from his furious pecking, he stepped back and caught his breath. Snorlax only yawned and sat up, hardly affected by the furious assualt. "Snorlax, Counter!" Jen commanded.
"Snor," Snorlax mumbled gripping Doduo by his left head. Doduo squawked and squirmed madly, but he couldn't get out of Snorlax's tight grip. Snorlax lifted Doduo up high and then slammed him down into the ground.
"Caaaaaaaaaaaaawww....." Doduo mumbled, defeated.
"Damn," Tom muttered as he zapped his defeated Pokemon back in his Pokeball.
"Nice work, Snorlax!" Jen cheered.
Snorlax only yawned as Jen put him back in his Pokeball.
"Nice seein' you again, Jen," Tom said as he turned around and walked away, "I've got stuff to do."
Jen waved to him "Seeya' later, Tom!" she said cheerily. Porygon drove up and caught up to Tom. "Yeah right," Jen thought, "He can't stand the thought that finally I won. Hah!"
"So no-w we-re go-ing to ge-t the Po-wer-bad-ge?" Porygon asked Tom. Tom looked down at his cybernetic companion.
Part II - Ringing Hell's Bells
[Another obligatory "special-content" warning]
While the rest of the chapter does have a bit of blood splattering, it's not nearly as bloody as Ch. 13. For that I'm very, very sorry ;). So once again, if you go ahead and scar your innocence from reading this and come whining to me about it, blow it out your ass and tell someone who cares. Mmmmm-K?
Tom and Porygon stood outside Funsen City's Pokemon Gym. With a heavy breath, Tom pushed open the doors. The Gym was fairly dark inside, lit only by a few overhead lights which hung from the rafters. Tom's footsteps echoed through the open space where he walked with Porygon's feet creating a soft stir in the air likewise as they looked around for the Gym leader. The leader was nowhere in sight.
Tom was beginning to think the leader had gone out when he heard a faint grunt echo through the building. "What do you suppose that was, Porygon?" Tom asked his cybernetic friend. Porygon only blinked his eyes off and on once. Tom and Porygon followed the source of the noise into a well-lit room.
Standing in the middle of the room was a man, about in his mid-thirties. The man had short, ruffled crew-cut hair, wearing a red bandanna across his forehead. Beside him was a stand of two concrete blocks, holding up four slabs of concrete. With a grunt of effort, the man spun on his heel, extended his leg, smacking the concrete slabs with his boot, breaking them clean in two. Just noticing Tom in his presence, the man turned around.
"Hi. My name's Jackie. Jackie Chatt," The man said calmly.
"Are you the gym leader here?" Tom asked.
"Yep," Jackie replied. "Let me guess, you want a Pokemon fight?" Jackie asked confidently.
"You got it," Tom replied.
Tom, Porygon and Jackie stood at their respective ends of the battlefield. "You're the challenger," Jackie said to Tom, "you send out first."
Tom reached under his jacket, and plucked a Pokeball from his belt. "Come out, Pinsir!" Tom commanded as Pinsir lept free of the Pokeball.
"Nice bug," Jackie commented as he reached into his jacket and tossed out a Pokeball. The ball opened, and a Pokemon emerged.
"Heracross!" The Pokemon roared. Tom pulled out his trusty Pokedex.
"Heracross, the Singlehorn Pokemon," The Pokedex said. "This powerful Pokemon thrusts its prized horn under the enemies' bellies then lifts and throws them. Heracross are usually found sipping honey and sap from trees. Although they are usually docile, if they are disturbed, they will not hesitate to run off any intruder." Tom put his Pokedex back in his jacket pocket.
"Hey Tom," Jackie called. "Let's make this a best of three match. What do you say?"
"Sounds fine to me," Tom agreed. "Pinsir, Slash!"
"Heracross! Take down!" Jackie ordered.
Immediately upon their respective trainer's commands, Pinisr and Heracross lunged at each other, and within seconds, the two collided. The two stopped as soon as they passed each other, each breathing heavily from their ramming-speed charge. After a few minutes of silence, Heracross gripped his bleeding side, groaned weakly once, and fell over. Pinsir clashed her bloodstained claws in victory, clenching her clawed fists tightly.
Jackie zapped his defeated Heracross back inside his Pokeball, and almost as soon as he put it away, he held another in his hand. Tom and Jackie simultaneously recalled their Pokemon and sent out another. Tom opened up one of his own Pokeballs, and let Hitmonlee loose. The Pokemon that materialized from Jackie's new ball cheered, "Hitmontop!" Tom pulled out his Pokedex again.
"Hitmontop, the Handstand Pokemon," Said the Pokedex in its same monotone. "One of the stranger of Tyrouge's evolutions, Hitmontop is a moderately powerful fighting Pokemon. It will spin on its horn to kick an opponent with its three feet at blinding speeds."
Tom stuffed the Pokedex back into his trench coat pocket. "Hitmonlee, Mach Punch!" Tom commanded.
"Hitmontop, Counter!" Jackie ordered.
Upon command, Hitmonlee charged at Hitmontop with blinding speed, so quickly that not even Porygon could follow him. Yet Hitmontop just stood there, completely calm despite the rushing agressor. The impact of Hitmonlee's fist on Hitmontop's belly sent the Pokemon flying to the other side of the room, leaving Hitmontop coughing and sputtering for breath. Hitmonlee charged at Hitmontop again, but just as Hitmonlee neared, Hitmontop sprung into the air and slashed Hitmonlee with his horn. Hitmonlee staggered backwards, holding a bleeding gash on his left cheek.
"Hitmontop, Rolling kick!" Jackie ordered.
Hitmonlee looked forwards only to have Hitmontop smash his foot into his face. Hitmonlee fell backwards and crashed to the ground, his eye swelling and beginning to close. Grimacing, Tom zapped Hitmonlee back inside his Pokeball at the same time Jackie did Hitmontop.
"Come on out, Machop!" Tom said, grabbing another of his Pokeballs and releasing the Pokemon inside.
Jackie reached for another Pokeball, and let out his last Pokemon. "Poliwrath!" the Pokemon bellowed the instant it appeared on the field.
"What the hell?" Tom muttered, staring at the Poliwrath as he fumbled for his Pokedex again.
"Poliwrath, the tadpole Pokemon," the Pokedex put out, "the highest evolved form of Poliwag, following its Poliwhirl stage. Poliwrath are amazing swimmers, and are also one of the most resilient water types. With enhanced muscle power in its arms when evolved from Poliwhirl, Poliwrath are also classified as fighting-type Pokemon. As well, like fighting-types, they excel at close-quater combat."
Just as soon as Tom put away his Pokedex, Jackie ordered, "Poliwrath, Body Slam!"
"Machop! Double-Edge!" Tom ordered. Machop ran towards Poliwrath, put both arms across his chest and rammed Poliwrath with all of his weight in front of him, but Machop bounced right off of Poliwrath's big belly as if he were a mere pebble rebounding off of a mountain wall.
With a simple wa cry, Poliwrath leapt into the air and landed on Machop, flattening Machop instantly. "Chop," Machop wheezed, winded. Poliwrath rolled off of Machop and stood back on his feet, hoisting Machop up as well by his wrist.
"Poliwrath, Seismic toss!" Jackie ordered.
With that, Poliwrath flung Machop all the way down the battlefield with hardly a sweat. "Chop," Machop whined, a stream of blood dribbling down his face. Machop wearily got to his feet, bruises all over his body, holding his left arm.
"Poliwrath, finish him off!" Jackie commanded, "Ice Beam!"
Poliwrath put both hands together with his palms facing Machop, and a speeding a beam of freezing ice shot from his hands towards Machop. Machop turned around to look at his opponent, only to have the Ice Beam hit him square in the chest, covering him head to toe in ice, freezing him solid on the spot.
"Machop!" Tom gasped.
"Looks like this one's over," Jackie smirked. Tom hung his head in defeat.
Suddenly, a faint cracking noise came from Machop's icy tomb. Then, more cracking sounds came, becoming increasingly sharp and loud. Then, with a scream, Machop burst free of his frozen iron maiden, spraying shards of ice and water all over the arena. "Alright, Machop!" Tom gleamed as Jackie stood in disbelief. Even Poliwrath was surprised at Machop's resiliency. Now with renewed passion, Tom ordered, "Machop, Vital Throw!"
Before anyone else had time to act, Machop had grasped Poliwrath in his hands. Then Machop flung himself backwards onto the floor and brought his feet up into Poliwrath's belly, kicking Poliwrath high into the air. Tom and Jackie watched the large Pokemon's flight peak, and then come back down to the ground with a loud smash. As soon as Poliwrath shakily got back up, Machop greeted him with a Double-Edge to his face. Poliwrath staggered back from Machop's attack, his eye swelling over and his brow dribbling a steady stream of blood down his face.
Just as Machop lunged at Poliwrath again, Jackie ordered, "Poliwrath, Hydro Pump!"
As soon as Machop grabbed Poliwrath again, Poliwrath tripped Machop with a quick sweep of his leg, tackling him onto the floor as they both fell. Poliwrath then put both fists above Machop and let out a powerful stream of water from them, pummeling upon Machop's chest relentlessly. Machop, half-paralyzed by the brutal barrage of water battering on his chest, struggled against Poliwrath with whatever strength he had left in him, but Poliwrath's attack proved to be too overpowering for Machop to withstand, and Machop felt his body rapidly wearing down.
Suddenly, Machop's eyes began to glow. Then his whole body began to glow. "What the hell?" Jackie murmured. Poliwrath stopped his Hydro Pump in awe of the Pokemon that now looked like a nite-light on steroids. Then, almost as suddenly as it had started, the glow subsided. "What?" Jackie couldn't believe what he saw, nor could Tom.
Underneath Poliwrath was a newly evolved Machoke.
Machoke shot his hand up with blinding speed, gripping his opponent by the shoulder. Machoke got up, still holding the bewildered Poliwrath in an iron-crushing grip. Machoke now stood above Poliwrath, a fact he noticed as soon as he flung the Pokemon halfway across the room without hardly a thought.
Poliwrath slowly got up, a small wound on his hand dripping blood. Tom smiled. "Now I might actually have a chance of winning!"
Machoke flexed his new rippling biceps over and over again. He liked what he saw so much he barley noticed Poliwrath get up. Jackie stood at his end of the battlefield, still muttering in disbelief. Tom could hardly contain his joy over his newly evolved Machoke. Jackie soon regained his composure and spoke to Poilwrath. "Poliwrath, Ice Beam!" Jackie commanded.
Tom snapped out of his daydreaming, and ordered Machoke to counter-attack. "Machoke, block it with a Double-Edge!" Tom commanded.
Just as Poliwrath fired another Ice Beam, Machoke put his arms in an X-shape formation, tucking his head in the protective pocket of his arms. The Ice Beam blasted on Machoke's forearms, spraying ice everywhere, leaving Machoke unharmed. When the icy assault was over, Machoke quickly resumed a fighting stance, snorting a taunt at Poliwrath.
"Machoke, Cross Chop!" Tom commanded. Machoke ran at Poliwrath at full speed, holding his arms away from his body.
"Poliwrath, try to block it!" Jackie ordered.
Poliwrath clenched his fists, narrowed his eyes, and braced himself for the worst. As soon as Machoke was within sweeping distance of Poliwrath, he flung his arms to each side of Poliwrath. Poliwrath quickly put both arms at his sides, trying to block the impact of Machoke's Cross Chop. Machoke's hands smashed into Poliwrath's arms with a devastating force so powerful, it made Poliwrath shiver violently on the spot.
"Alright now, Machoke!" Tom ordered, "Headbutt!"
Machoke grabbed Poliwrath by the shoulders again, and slammed his head into Poliwrath's face. Poliwrath staggered back, holding a bleeding cut between his eyes. Then Machoke grasped Poliwrath and threw him across the field again, another Vital Throw attack. Poliwrath skidded across the floor and came to a halt in front of Jackie. Jackie knelt down to his bloodied and battered Pokemon. "Poliwrath, are you okay?" Jackie asked.
"Wrath," Poliwrath moaned groggily, staggering back to his feet.
"Hey Jackie!" Tom called from the end of the field, "You can forfeit any time!" Tom taunted. Jackie growled in irritation. Jackie stood up, and pointed to Machoke.
"Poliwrath! Body Slam!"
Poliwrath ran at Machoke, and lunged at him. "Machoke," Tom said, "Double-Edge!"
Machoke crossed his arms again and ran at Poliwrath. Just as the two Pokemon were to collide, Poliwrath swung himself to the right, sidestepping Machoke, leaving the lumbering Machoke to stumble forward clumsily. When Machoke turned around, Poliwrath smashed his body into Machoke with a Body Slam, sending both him and Machoke toppling to the floor. "Poliwrath, Hydro Pump!" Jackie ordered. Poliwrath held both hands, balled into fists, and extended them in Machoke's direction. Poliwrath shot out a powerful blast of water from his fists, smashing into Machoke's back. Machoke was sent skidding wildly across the field on his belly, stopping right in front of Tom. Tom crouched down to his Pokemon, who now sported a bleeding cut above his left eye.
"Machoke, use a Cross Cho-"
Tom's words were cut short as Machoke got up and pushed him away. Tom landed surprised and stunned on the floor. After a sharp glare, Machoke turned towards his foe, and charged.
"Poliwrath," Jackie commanded, "Body Slam!"
Machoke crossed his arms again with another Double-Edge attack. Poliwrath and Machoke ran towards each other, each preparing for one final strike. As the two came within meters of each other, they both leapt into the air, on a collision course with each other. With a bone-shattering thud, both Pokemon smashed into each other, somehow managing to fall back to the grounf on their feet. Looking over his shoulder, Poliwrath glared at Machoke fearlessly, while Machoke glared at Poliwrath with the same indignance. A long silence passed, as neither Pokemon moved a muscle. Then to both Jackie's and Tom's surprise, Poliwrath dropped to his knees and fell over, defeated.
"No... no fucking way," Jackie stammered, hardly able to believe his prized Pokemon had been defeated. Tom let out a loud cry of triumph, and ran towards his Machoke, arms wide open, as if to embrace him. Instead, Machoke held out his hand blocking Tom, while he examined his nails on his other hand.
"You- you- ungrateful little-!" Was all Tom could vent in frustration before he zapped Machoke back into his Pokeball.
Jackie chuckled at Machoke's disobedience as he zapped Poliwrath back into his Pokeball. "Well, ya' beat me, Tom," Jackie said as he walked across the bloodstained floor over to Tom. "And as proof of your victory," Jackie reached into his vest, and pulled out a small brown and black badge, shaped like a small mallet, "here's my Powerbadge." Tom took a deep breath as he pocketed his prize and brushed back his short hair with his hand. "Hey Tom," Jackie said smiling "That was a good fight."
Tom smiled back at Jackie. "Hey thanks. You put up a good fight yourself." Tom looked down at Porygon, who had remained silent throught the battle. "C'mon Porygon, let's go."
Tom was sitting in the Pokemon Center lounge couch, when the automatic doors opened, and in walked Jen. Jen noticed Tom sitting on the couch, and smiled. "Hi Tom," she said, giving her Pokeballs to the Nurse Joy for treatment. Tom shuffled over to make room for Jen on the couch. "Hey Tom, didja' get that badge yet?" she asked, sitting dow beside him. Tom dug his wallet out of his trench coat and flipped open the clear photo-holders, showing one of Tom's badges each.
"Hey Jen," Tom asked, "Have you got any badges yet?"
"You kidding? I sure have," Jen replied quickly, taking out her purse. She opened it and took out a Plexiglas-covered container, showing off five badges inside. The Darkbadge, Crestbadge, and three other badges Tom had never seen before were in the container.
With their Pokemon fully recovered, Tom and Jen were just heading outside the Pokemon center when Jen asked, "Tom, how are your Pokemon doing?"
Tom smiled. "Fine, my Machop just evolved," Tom said casually.
"Really?" Jen asked. Tom nodded and pulled out Machoke's Pokeball, letting Machoke out again.
"Machoke," Machoke yawned, bored.
"Wow," Jen murmured. "Hey Tom about my Clefairy," She trailed off, as she plucked a Pokeball from her belt. When she opened it up, out came a Clefable.
"You finally evolved her?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," Jen shrugged.
Tom and Jen were so wrapped up in talking to each other, they hardly noticed Machoke and Clefable looking at each other admiringly.
"Machoke," Machoke said, rippling his biceps again for Clefable, bearing a toothy grin.
"Clefable!" Clefable gushed.
This drew Tom and Jen's attention. "Look at that Tom," Jen cooed at the sight of Machoke and Clefable, gently jabbing Tom in the ribs with her elbow. Before they knew it, they were looking at each other. "Well, I, better get going," Jen said sheepishly, quickly shifting her gaze from Tom to the ground.
"Yeah," Tom said, resetting his eyes to Porygon from Jen, "Me too."
With that, Jen zapped Clefable back inside her Pokeball, and Tom did the same with Machoke. Then, without any more than a wave goodbye each, Tom and Jen parted ways again.
The Asylum's note:
*Whew!* That was a big'n.....
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga V- Voltbadge Saga
Chapter I- Rhydon VS. Kangaskhan, Round II
Rhydon splashed the red-hot lava on his face. His armor-like skin hardly felt a burn as the lava trickled down his face. He rubbed his left eye. The swelling had gone down finally. He hadn't forgotten about what happened at Dillem Town. "Nor should that Kangaskhan," he thought to himself. Rhydon rose to his feet. "(If only I knew where that human was...)" He mumbled to himself.
"(A human?)" A voice asked from behind him. Rhydon looked around, and found a Skarmory perched in a tree. "(I think I saw a human pass by here earlier today.)" The Skarmory cawed.
"(Really?)" Rhydon asked, "(Which way was he headed?)"
The Skarmory paused a few seconds, and then spoke. "(Ummm. yeah...I think he was headed...thataway.)" The Skarmory pointed in a direction with his wingtip.
Rhydon curled his lip into a mean grin. "(Thanks.)" Rhydon trudged into the direction the Skarmory pointed out.
"(Hey, no problem man!)" The Skarmory cawed after him.
Tom had his Pokedex in hand, searching through it as he walked, opening any entry at random. "You-'ve be-en loo-k-ing thr-ou-gh tha-t Po-ke-de-x for hou-rs n-ow," said Porygon, "Wha-t a-re y-ou do-ing?"
"Well, when you walk for hours and hours on end," said Tom, "you gotta' find something to do."
Then, Tom found an interesting Pokemon in his Pokedex. "Hey Porygon, what do you make of this Pokemon?" Tom asked his computerized companion, as he angled the Pokedex so Porygon could see it. There in the Pokedex screen was a picture of a pinkish-red and blue Pokemon, which looked somewhat like Porygon.
"Porygon Two" Tom's Pokedex said. "The upgraded form of Porygon. Although a bit smaller than the original Porygon, Porygon Two is much faster, stronger, and more durable."
"O-kay, I gu-e-ss," Porygon said.
Just then, Tom could hear a faint rumbling in the distance. Behind him, a trail of dust was being kicked up, as it an object of massive force was charging towards them. The ground even began to shake beneath Tom and Porygon. Tom could make out a small figure in the dust cloud. It was moving- moving very fast- and it seemed to be charging right towards them. The figure became even clearer, and then the figure took shape. Tom's jaw dropped when he saw that it was the Rhydon he fought in Dillem Town, and he didn't seem to be too happy either. Before Tom could pluck a Pokeball from his belt, Rhydon lowered his horn and smashed into Porygon, sending it skidding far away. "Porygon!" Tom gasped as he ran to Porygon's side.
"Rhy, rhy rhy rhy!" Rhydon roared.
"He sa-ys..." began Porygon weakly, "to se-nd ou-t...Kan-gas-khan." Tom glared at Rhydon indignantly, and Rhydon glared beck at Tom with the same attitude. Tom plucked a Pokeball from his belt, and opened it. Out came Kangaskhan.
As soon as their eyes met, Kangaskhan snarled. Rhydon snorted back.
"Kangaskhan, Dynamicpunch!" Tom commanded.
Kangaskhan pulled his arm back and balled his hand into a fist as Rhydon did the same. Kangaskhan and Rhydon both threw their punches simultaneously, which exploded with a brilliant flash of energy as soon as their knuckles it each other, knocking both Kangaskhan and Rhyon down. By the time Rhydon shook the ringing in his head, Kangaskhan charged at him and smacked him in the face with an Iron Tail attack. Rhydon fell backwards, blood oozing from his cut lip. Before Kangaskhan could land another attack, Rhydon grabbed Kangaskhan by the horns and smashed his own horn into Kangaskhan's face with a Headbutt. Kangaskhan staggered backwards, holding his bleeding nose. Rhydon charged up another Dynamicpunch, and punched Kangaskhan in the gut, the energy-packed punch sent Kangaskhan skidding a few meters backwards.
Tom rushed to Kangaskhan's side. "Don't give up, Kangaskhan!" Tom encouraged his Pokemon. Kangaskhan sat up and spat out some phlegm. With a heavy grunt, Kangaskhan got to his feet and wiped away some blood that was trickling down his chin from his nostrils. Rhydon spat on the ground, and rubbed his bloody lip.
"Alright, Kangaskhan, Shadow ball!" Tom commanded. Kangaskhan's eyes began to glow an eerie red-black and formed a ball of black light in his hand.
Rhydon was not going to wait. He charged at Kangaskhan with a Take Down attack as Kangaskhan held the Shadow Ball tightly in his hand. "Kangaskhan, use his horn!" Tom called.
When Rhydon neared Kangaskhan, Kangaskhan grabbed onto Rhydon's horn and shoved the Shadow Ball into Rhydon's face. Rhydon staggered to his side clumsily before falling over. Tired and worn down, Rhydon groggily got to his feet and glared at Kangaskhan again.
Rhydon growled a threat. And with that, Rhydon trudged off into the distance, making a retreat.
Tom ran over to Kangaskhan, and threw his arms around him. "Nice job, Kangaskhan!" Tom cheered.
"Khan!" Kangaskhan roared, readily accepting the praise as he was zapped back inside his Pokeball. Tom walked over to Porygon, still damaged from Rhydon's Take Down. "You okay, Porygon?" Tom asked.
"Ju-st as lo-ng as we fin-d a Po-ke-mon cen-ter," Porygon said. Tom scooped Porygon up in his arms, and continued down the path towards Ionica City.
The Asylum's note:
Well well well, I told you Rhydon would be back, and it looks like we'll be seeing even more of him! Yipee!
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga V- Voltbadge Saga
Chapter II- Electeriffic
Tom and Porygon stood outside the towering Ionica City Pokemon Gym. "Ready, Porygon?" Tom asked his Pokemon.
Porygon quickly nodded once and said, "Le-t's do it."
The gym was brightly lit inside, so bright that it nearly blinded Tom as he and Porygon walked down the wide halls, looking for the gym leader. Suddenly, a blast of electricity shot down from out of nowhere, striking the ground inches from Tom's foot. Jumping back in surprise, Tom looked where the electricity hit the floor, leavign a smouldering black mark. Suddenly, Porygon said, "Up th-ere, T-om!"
Tom looked where Porygon's nose was pointing, and found a small, steely-looking Pokemon with two magnets jutting out of its sides, gently floating in the air.
"Magnemite," it said. Tom pulled out his Pokedex, and aimed it at the creature.
"Magnemite, the Magnet Pokemon." Tom's Pokedex said. "Using its two magnets, it can generate bolts of electricity, which it fires at its opponents. Its steel-like body can withstand most attack. Strangely, this Pokemon is attracted to electromagnetic waves. Magnemite are one of the few Pokemon who have no gender. Because of this, their origin is still unknown."
Then, the Magnemite charged up another Thunderbolt between its two magnets, when a faint voice called to it. "That's enough Magnemite, fall back." Tom and Porygon turned to see who had spoken to the magnet Pokemon. In the middle of the hall stood a young girl, looking up at Magnemite. "I said, stop attacking."
Her bright blonde long hair hung down near to her waist, and her bright blue eyes quickly connected with Tom's as Magnemite fell still.
"Magnemite," the Pokemon obeyed, backing off and disappearing into the depths of the gym.
"I'm sorry about that," the girl said walking towards Tom and Porygon, "Magnemite can be quite protective of this gym sometimes. Oh, by the way, my name's Ampre." She extended her hand towards Tom.
Tom extended his own and shook hers. "Mine's Tom." He said. "Hey, are you the Gym leader here?" Tom asked.
Ampre nodded. "Mmm-hmm. Why? You want a battle?" she asked.
Tom nodded. "Why else would I be here?"
"Well if you want a fight," said Ampre, "you've got one. Since it's my Gym, we battle under my rules. Best out of three, okay?"
"Whatever you want."
Tom with Porygon stood on their sides of the battlefield. Tom, being the challenger, had to send out his Pokemon first. Plucking a ball from his belt, Tom quickly opened it up. "Go, Quilava!" The red mass of energy shooting from the ball solidified into Tom's Quilava.
Ampre brushed her hair aside with her fingers, and brought it back with a Pokeball in her hand.
"Go, Chinchou!" Ampre's Pokemon materialized into a strange, blue Pokemon. Tom pulled out his Pokedex again.
"Chinchou, the angler Pokemon. It's two antennae shoot both positive and negative electricity between them. It uses this electricity to shoot at enemies when attacked. This Pokemon is a strange combination of water and electric types."
"Water and Electric, huh?" Tom thought to himself. "That could be a problem for Quilava, better not use fire attacks." focusing on the battle, Tom ordered, "Quilava, Strength!"
"Chinchou, Hydro Pump!" Ampre commanded.
At Tom's comman, Quilava reared up before charging at Chinchou. As soon as Quilava neared Chinchou, Chinchou shot out a powerful blast of water from his mouth, blasting onto Quilava. The hissing of extinguishing fires filled the air as Quilava fell over, defeated.
"Dammit," Tom muttered under his breath. "Quilava, return!" Tom said as he zapped Quilava back inside her Pokeball. Ampre returned Chinchou back to his Pokeball.
Tom looked at Porygon. "Go for it, Porygon!" He said. Porygon nodded once, and drove out to the battlefield. Ampre plucked another Pokeball from behind her, and let out the Pokemon inside.
"Ele-bruu!" he said.
"Electabuzz, the electric Pokemon, the evolved form of Elekid." Tom's Pokedex said. "Using its natural electric abilities, it can shoot out powerful blasts of electricity. Electabuzz are usually found hanging around near sources of great electricity. However, for reasons unknown, Electabuzz hate the color red, and they will charge anything red relentlessly."
"Porygon, Tri-Attack!" Tom commanded.
"Electabuzz, Thunderpunch!" Ampre ordered.
Electabuzz pulled back his fist and channeled electricity into it, letting it spray sparks everywhere. Porygon's nose began to glow a red hue, his left foot began to glow an icy blue, while his right foot began to glow a yellowish tint as Electabuzz charged at Porygon hitting him with his electric fist. The blow sent Porygon skidding back a few feet, with Porygon soon regaining balance. As soon as Electabuzz wound back another fist, Porygon shot a blast of fire from his nose, a beam of ice from his left foot, and a blast of electricity from his right foot. All three beams hit Electabuzz dead on, with the Ice Beam hitting Electabuzz's shoulder. Soon, Electabuzz was completely encased in ice, collapsing clumsily to the floor.
Ampre groaned. "Pretty good," shwesaid, zapping Electabuzz back inside his Pokeball. Porygon drove back to Tom.
Ampre pulled another Pokeball mysteriously from out of nowhere and opened it up, the red mass of energy shooting from the ball quickly forming into a Pokemon. Tom pulled out his Pokedex again.
"Ampharos, the Beacon Pokemon. The evolved form of Mareep, following its Flaaffy stage." Tom's Pokedex said. Tom put his Pokedex back in his jacket pocket.
Porygon nudged Tom's leg. "To-m, tha-t Am-pha-ro-s l-oo-ks ve-ry tou-gh," Porygon said.
Tom nodded. "Yeah. I bet it's on a pretty high level, too. So that's why..." Tom trailed off as he plucked a Pokeball from his belt, and opened it up, "...I'm choosing you, Machoke!" Tom said, as the Pokeball opened, letting out Machoke.
"Ma, choke." Machoke grumbled.
A smug grin smeared across Tom's face. "Alright Machoke, Ice Punch!" Tom commanded.
Machoke yawned, grumbled some more, and sat down. Tom's jaw could have dropped to the floor. "Machoke! Ice Punch!" Tom pleaded. Machoke yawned again, ignoring Tom.
Ampre chuckled. "I see he doesn't think much of you, Tom." She taunted.
Tom ignored Ampre and continued to beg Machoke. "Please Machoke? Ice Punch? Please?" Tom's pleas fell onto Machoke's closed ears. Tom slumped to his knees, disgraced.
Ampre rolled her eyes. "This one's over."
Tom hung his head low. She was right. He had lost by default. "Machoke return!" Tom muttered angrily as he zapped his lazy Pokemon back inside his Pokeball. Tom got back to his feet.
"Too bad Tom," Ampre said, "You could've beaten me." Tom was too ashamed to even speak. "You're welcome to try again sometime," she said. "Until then, talk with that Machoke," she said as Tom made his way back to the Pokemon center.
The Asylum's note:
awwwwww.....poor widdle Tom wost....[/3-year old voice]
Yes, yes, he lost. (blankly) Boo hoo. But hey, there's always next Chapter!!! ^_^
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga V- Voltbadge Saga
Chapter II- Run Away
Everything was perfect. Not only had she gotten a new badge, but also was now two badges away from being able to enter the Pokemon League. With a big smile on her face, Jen walked into the Ionica Pokemon center. Yet when she saw Tom, slumped down on the lounge couch, she was shocked.
He looked absolutely horrible. He barley looked like the cheery, optimistic Tom she had met before. He now had his face buried in his hands, hardly showing any visual vital signs. Porygon was beside him on the floor, and strangely, his ever-constant shape seemed sad as well. Porygon backed up so Jen could sit down by Tom. "Tom?" she asked, yet Tom was unresponsive. "Tom?" she asked again.
Then Tom looked like he was about to say something, but instead he let out a heavy sigh. "You tell her, Porygon," He mumbled. Porygon nodded, and drove away to the adjacent corner, beckoning Jen to follow.
After Porygon told Jen about the whole episode where Machoke utterly disgraced Tom in his battle with Ampre, Jen sat back down by Tom. "Don't feel bad, Tom," she said trying to heal Tom's shattered pride. "If it makes you feel any better, practically every trainer has a problem Pokemon."
Tom sighed again. "That little ungrateful..." Tom's words trailed off into an incoherent mutter.
"To tell you the truth, Tom," Jen began, "My Clefable's been acting up too. Seems as though she doesn't like being bossed around too much." Tom looked at Jen. "This one battle I...we...had on the way here, I...guess I was...a little too harsh on her." Jen sighed. "I think she hates me now," Jen groaned.
"At least she hates you," Tom said, "I swear my Machoke loves to screw with me."
Jen paused. "There's got to be some kind of solution to this...."
When Jen and Tom's Pokemon were treated and had recovered, they made their way outside to a park for some lunch. "Hey Tom," Jen said, "how about you let me have your Machoke awhile," she paused to swallow a mouthful "...and I give you Clefable for awhile?"
"A trade?" Tom asked.
"Yeah. Maybe with a little time apart from us, they'll eventually tolerate us."
"Hey yeah, that might work, Jen."
Tom quickly chugged down his soda, and then let Machoke out of his Pokeball. Jen quickly wiped her lips with her paper napkin, and let out Clefable. Once again, Clefable's eyes met Machoke's. "All right Machoke," Tom said calmly, "You're Jen's now." Machoke looked at Tom in a strange way.
"You too, Clefable. You go with Tom," Jen said with the same tone as Tom had.
"Fable...?" Clefable asked confused. Then almost simultaneously they both burst out in laughter.
"The-y sa-y th-at no hu-man-s te-ll th-em wha-t to do." Porygon said, translating Machoke and Clefable's words.
Jen groaned. "Now I do know she hates me."
Then, with lightning quick movement, Machoke shoved Tom backwards into Jen. Tom and Jen landed on the ground with a thud, and Machoke and Clefable ran off. "Clefable!" Jen blurted, shocked and surprised. Jen pushed Tom off of her, got to her feet, and ran after Machoke and Clefable. But alas, Machoke and Clefable were well ahead of Jen, and she soon dropped to her knees exhausted. She then put her head in her hands and cried. When Tom finally caught up to Jen, he was winded and near breathless. Tom knelt beside Jen, and looked over the horizon, after their departed Pokemon.
The Asylum's Note:
Sniff...boo hoo! Machoke and Clefable run off, in effect saying "Screw off, whimpy humans." Not much of a chapter...okay, not much of this fic's genre, but hey, it gets much better!
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga V- Voltbadge Saga
Chapter IV- Psycho Circus (with Props. to KISS)
Jen had been an emotional wreck after Machoke and Clefable ran away. Never before had Tom seen Jen so sad, and never again did Tom want to see her so. Even though Tom was glad to have Machoke off of his hands, it was his compassionate side which begged Tom to find him,
After a week of research at the Pokemon library of Ionica, Tom found that Pinsirs are excellent trackers. Using his Pinsir, Tom was sure to find Machoke and Clefable again. Jen was in the Pokemon center as usual, with her Pokemon. Even her Totodile, Exeggcute and Snorlax looked sad. Tom sat down by Jen and told her about his findings. Tom suggested that he use Pinsir to locate their runaway Pokemon. Jen agreed wearily.
"Are you sure this is gonna' work, Tom?" Jen asked Tom for the fourth time.
"Yes, I'm sure," Tom said, a little irritated at Jen's repetitiveness. The two walked out into the park where Machoke and Clefable escaped. "Come on out, Pinsir!" Tom said as he let Pinsir out of her Pokeball. "Pinsir, see if you can pick up Machoke's scent from here," Tom instructed. Pinsir clashed her claws once and then stooped low to the ground. Pinsir sniffed the ground awhile and then rose. With her long spindly arm, she pointed in a direction. "There!" Tom exclaimed.
"That must be where they went!" Jen threw her arms around Pinsir. "Oh, thank you, Pinsir!" she gushed. Pinsir clashed her claws twice in confusion as Tom zapped her back inside the Pokeball.
They walked for a few hours more looking for Machoke and Clefable's whereabouts. Their trek took them underneath some power lines near the Ionica City Square, where a power pole had a black-and-white poster sloppily attached to it. "A Pokemon circus?" Tom questioned as he and Jen passed by the pole. But Jen stopped and looked at the poster more closely. Then she shrieked, "Tom! Tom! Look! It's Clefable!"
Tom quickly turned around and dashed towards Jen. "Ho-w ca-n y-ou kn-ow it- 's Cle-fa-bl-e?" Porygon asked.
"I'd know that little dimple underneath her left eye anywhere!" Jen stated firmly. Sure enough, there was a picture of a Clefable on the poster- the "Amazing Flying Clefable" as the poster advertised.
"Now appearing in the Pokering Circus, Ionica City Square, Today at 5:30 pm. ONE DAY ONLY."
Tom quickly glanced at his watch. "It's already over," he said, "but if we hurry, we might be able to catch the circus before it packs up and leaves."
"Then what are you standing around for?" Jen asked, taking off, "Move!"
Machoke slammed his hands down on the desk. "What is it now, Machoke?" the fat, red-suited man behind the desk asked.
Machoke growled rather angrily. Clefable, who was sitting on a costume box, sighed heavily. Just then a Sizor came from behind the tent curtain, and stood in between Machoke and the man. The Sizor then faced the man and waved his claws about in a strange pattern, almost as if using sign language.
"No, Machoke," the man said, "You, and that Clefable, have a one year contract, remember?" the man said as he pulled out a rolled up sheet of paper from his desk. "Until a year passes, you, belong to me."
Machoke sneered, pressing on. Once again, the Sizor waved his large claws about.
"I don't care if you've had enough," The man said, "A deal is a deal. Now live with it."
Machoke's temper flared. Machoke pulled his arm back and then threw it at the man. However, with lightning-fast speed the Sizor shot his claw out, catching Machoke's fist before it hit the man. The Sizor shook his head at Machoke, muttering with contempt.
With that, the Sizor's other claw began to glow and he smashed it into Machoke, sending Machoke flying backwards. "Clefable!" Clefable shrieked, rushing down off the box to Machoke's side. Machoke sat up, wiping a bit of blood off his chin. Sizor flapped his wings and rattled his claws, getting ready for a fight.
"All right then," said the fat man, "You want to fight? Sizor, sic 'em."
Machoke got to his feet, put his hand inside his other palm, and cracked his knuckles. He too was getting ready for a bruising.
Machoke charged at Sizor looking to land an Ice Punch, but Sizor quickly side stepped out of harm's way and buried his glowing claw into Machoke's gut with a Metal Claw attack. Machoke staggered back holding his stomach, sputtering and weezing heavily. Before Machoke could regain his composure, Sizor wound his arm back and took a wild Slash at Machoke. Sizor's claw cut Machoke's cheek, and blood sprayed across Sizor's claw and Machoke's face. Machoke gripped his bloody cheek in pain, the blood dripping from between his fingers and onto the floor.
Just then the curtain to the tent opened, and in walked Tom, Porygon and Jen. "Hey, would anyone happen to know about a runaw-" Tom's words were cut short as he saw Machoke, still holding his bloody face. "Machoke!" Tom gasped.
The Sizor turned to Tom and flexed his bloody claw. "Sizor," he gorwled, as if telling Tom to back off.
"Hey Tom, It's Clefable!" Jen squealed in delight. At the mention of her name, Clefable perked up to Jen's voice.
"Clefable!" she said joyfully.
"I see you know my two new stars," The man in the red suit spoke up. Tom and Jen turned to the man. "Allow me to introduce myself," The man said. "My name is Charles. Charles Ringlink," the man said. "I am the ringleader of this here circus."
At that moment, Tom rushed at Charles, and grabbed him by the collar. "What happened to my Machoke?" Tom yelled angrily in Charles' face. Just then, The Sizor shot his claw in front of Tom's face and pushed him away.
"And this is my assistant, Sizor," Charles said smugly, watching Tom glare angrily at the Sizor.
"Look, Charles," Jen said calmly, "I don't want any trouble, so let us have our Pokemon back."
"Oh?" Charles mused, "These are your Pokemon?" He asked. Jen nodded. "Well, that's just too bad," Charles said as he pulled out he rolled up paper from his desk. "This here's a full year contract, which both your Pokemon signed." Charles unrolled the paper on the desk. Sure enough, at the bottom of the contract were Machoke and Clefable's respective handprints.
Tom glared angrily at Charles. "You rip up that contract. Now," Tom threatened. At that moment, the Sizor stepped in between Tom and Charles separating the two again.
This was just the moment Machoke was waiting for. With all attention away from him, Machoke charged at Sizor again , thowing an Ice Punch at the Sizor's cheek. The hit looked effective as Sizor staggered back a few steps, rubbing his swelling chin. However, Sizor merely wiped the bit of frost off his chin where the Ice Punch hit, hardly damaged at all. As Machoke wound back another Ice Punch, the Sizor wound back his own arm and slashed Machoke again, cutting across his chest. Machoke was sent flying backwards again, blood flying over the floor, right beside Clefable. "Clefable!" Clefable gasped as she knelt to Machoke's side. Then Clefable stood up. "Clefable!" She growled angrily.
Jen smirked. "Clefable, Fire Punch!" Jen commanded.
Clefable began to generate a fireball around her clenched fist, and then threw the fiery punch at Sizor. The punch caught Sizor in the gut, leaving a black burn mark upon Sizor's steel-like skin. Sizor staggered back a bit, letting Clefable land another Fire punch at Sizor's face, with the Sizor's head snapping back at the force of the blow. But before Clefable could attack again, Sizor pulled back his claw and took a fierce swipe at Clefable. The Slash attack hit Clefable on the cheek, instantly levelling her, spattering blood across her face. "Oh God! Clefable!" Jen gasped, as she daringly ran past Sizor to Clefable's side.
"Clefable..." Clefable groaned weakly.
Jen hugged Clefable. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Tom was about ready to admit defeat again, when Machoke stood by him. "Machoke?" Tom said in surprise. "Is Machoke really willing to fight with me instead of against me?" Tom asked himself. Now was the time to find out. "Machoke, Dynamicpunch!"
Machoke charged his fist with energy and then hurled it at Sizor. But like before, Sizor dodged the assault and hit Machoke again with the Metal Claw attack. But his time Machoke gave one piercing cry, and then began to glow. Machoke's glowing silhouette grew and altered in shape, and as Tom, Sizor, and Charles sheilded their eyes, the glow finally faded. What resulted made Tom gasp in awe. Standing before them was a newly evolved Machamp.
Charles stepped forward nervously. "Sizor, Slash!"
Sizor once again pulled his arm back, but with a quick jerk from his shoulder, Machamp hit him with a Dynamicpunch in the gut. Sizor staggered back, only to receive a brutal four-armed Cross Chop from Machamp to his face. Sizor wobbled back and forth and then fell over, defeated.
Charles backed away from Jen, as she slowly walked towards him, an angry glare in her eye. "Umm. yeah... the contract..." Charles fumbled for words as he grabbed the contract. Holding it up for Jen to see, Charles quickly ripped it to shreds.
"Charles," Jen began "You should know better than to treat Pokemon that way," she said harshly. Charles nodded in fear.
"My..my..my dear lady.." Charles stuttered, "I see the... the error of my ways." He said apologetically. "Do you think you and you Pokemon can pardon me?" he asked.
Jen paused a second, then put her hands on Charles' shoulders. "No," she said as she lifted her knee and drove it forcefully between Charles' legs. Jen zapped Clefable back inside her Pokeball. "C'mon, Tom. Let's go," she said as Tom zapped Machamp back inside his Pokeball, leaving Charles to sink to the ground and wince.
Tom and Jen were walking back to the Ionica Pokemon center, having found and re-befriended their runaway Pokemon. "Tom, thanks for helping me find Clefable again," Jen said.
"You're welcome, Jen." he replied.
After healing their Pokemon, Tom and Jen decided to go their separate ways once more. As Tom waved Jen goodbye as she left the city limits, Tom headed back to the Pokemon gym.
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*yawn* too..late...at night....so....sleepy....
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga V- Voltbadge Saga
Chapter V- Electeriffic, Round II
Tom swung the doors to the Ionica Pokemon Gym wide open. "Back already?" Ampre asked as Tom walked towards her with Porygon close behind. "Hey, has that Machoke changed any?" She asked as Tom stood in front of her at the battlefield.
"Not only has he changed," Tom said smugly, "he's evolved. Ampre, I challenge you to a re-match."
Ampre nodded. "Sure, whatever," She shrugged.
Tom, Porygon, and Ampre took their respective sides of the battlefield. "Hey Ampre!" Tom called to his opponent, "Let's have a rematch between my Machamp and that Ampharos."
Ampre nodded, and took out a Pokeball from behind her. "Sure, I kinda' wanted to see how though that Machoke was anyway,"
"Come on out, Machamp!" Tom commanded, as Machamp was let out of his Pokeball.
"Machamp!" he roared, flexing his four muscular arms.
"Come out, Ampharos!" Ampre said as she let her Ampharos out of his Pokeball.
"Ampharos!" he cried.
"Machamp, let's show her how 'dynamic' we can be! Dynamicpunch!" Tom commanded.
"Ampharos, let's show that hotshot who's really hot! Thunder!" Ampre commanded.
Machamp pulled back his top left arm and focused some energy into his fist. Ampharos hunched over, charging up electricity for his Thunder attack. Machamp rushed at Ampharos and threw a brutal Dynamicpunch at him. But at just the right moment Ampharos tilted his head, narrowly avoiding the explosive Dynamicpunch. Then with a mighty cry, Ampharos let his Thunder attack loose at Machamp. Machamp screeched as the electricity coursed throughout his body, with Ampharos still pumping volt after volt through him. When the massive shock was over, Machamp fell to the ground. But before Ampre and Ampharos could celebrate, Machamp steadily trudged back up to his feet. "Wow," Ampre thought, "That is a tough Machamp..."
"Machamp, Body Slam!" Tom ordered.
Machamp suddenlt leapt into the air. And with a bone-shattering thud, he landed right on top of Ampharos. When Machamp rolled off of the flattened Pokemon, Ampharos could hardly move.
"Ampharos!" Ampre gasped.
"I told you we were tough." Tom smirked. "Machamp! Finish him off! Earthquake!" Tom commanded.
Machamp stepped back from Ampharos and raised his foot, ready to stomp the ground. However, with one huge burst of energy, Ampharos charged up more electricity into his body and then shot it out at Machamp. Machamp was knocked over by the blow again and lay on the ground, twitching and hardly able to move. "Alright, Ampharos!" Ampre cheered.
Machamp and Ampharos slowly got to their feet. Tom and Ampre nervously bit their lower lips as they watched their Pokemon struggle to stand. "Machamp, use Fire Punch!" Tom commanded.
"Ampharos, Thunderpunch!" Ampre ordered.
Machamp pulled back his lower right arm and generated a flaming fireball around his fist. Ampharos pulled back his arm too and channeled electricity into his fist. Simultaneously, the two Pokemon lunged at each other, wielding their special punches. But to Ampre's dismay, Ampharos' body froze from his aching body, allowing Machamp to land a fiery punch right underneath Ampharos' chin. Ampharos screeched, stumbled, and then fell over.
"Machamp, finish him off this time!" Tom commanded, "Earthquake!" Machamp raised his foot once again, and stomped the ground forcefully, creating a fissure in the battlefield that traveled towards Ampharos, shaking the ground beneath him. Ampharos bounced all over the battlefield where he landed beside Ampre on his back, defeated.
"Ampharos!" Ampre gasped as she held he Pokemon in her arms.
Tom smirked. "Looks like I win," he said as he and Porygon walked towards Ampre.
Ampre sighed. "Yeah, I guess so," she said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a thunder-bolt shaped badge, and placed it in Tom's hand. "This is my Voltbadge," she said. "Not many people have beaten me, so be honored to have it."
"Thanks," said Tom, zapping Machamp back into his Pokeball, "I will."
Just as Tom was about to leave, Ampre called after him. "Hey Tom!" Tom and Porygon turned around to see Ampre walking towards them with Ampharos in her arms. "Y'know Tom," Amprem began "My Ampharos has always been unhappy in this Gym," she said. "He's always wanted to travel the world, and that's what you're doing, right?"
"Now that you've beaten me, I think you could use a good electric type," she said. "Will you take Ampharos?" she asked.
Ampharos looked at Tom, and looked at him with a pleading glaze in his eyes.
Tom smiled. "Sure. I'll take good care of your Ampharos," he said as he took Ampharos into his arms and left the Gym.
Tom was waiting for Machamp and Ampharos to be healed at the Pokemon Center. "We-ll T-om," Porygon said, "Whe-re ar-e we go-in-g n-ow?" Porygon asked.
"East," Tom replied, "East to Hydro City."
As soon as Tom's Pokemon were healed, he sent Kangaskhan to the care of a local professor in Ionica, knowing that a trainer can only have six Pokemon at a time, and Tom already had Porygon, Doduo, Ampharos, Machamp, Hitmonlee and Quilava.
Tom and Porygon headed out of the Pokemon Center, and began their travel east to Hydro City.
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Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter I- Major Ursa's
Tom stuffed his hands inside his jacket pockets. It had been almost ten months since he left his home in Yorin Town. He thought about his parents, wondering how they were doing without him. Tom sighed. "Anything to get out of that dull town," Tom thought as he and Porygon walked.
Just then, Tom saw a strange figure hanging onto a tree. "What do you s'pose that is?" Tom asked Porygon. Porygon shook its head as if to shrug. Tom pulled out his Pokedex and aimed it at the creature.
"Teddiursa, the Littlebear Pokemon." The Pokedex said in the same old dull synthesized voice. "Using its incredible sense of smell, it can smell different kinds of food from miles away. Teddiursa spends most of its days gathering food, and storing it in its underground lair. Hibernates from late summer to mid spring."
Tom stuffed his Pokedex back in his pocket and pulled out a Pokeball. "I'm gonna' catch this one!" he thought aloud, as he enlarged the tiny red and white ball. "Pokeball, go!" Tom yelled as he hurled the sphere at the Teddiursa. Tom's sudden cry made the Teddiursa turn her head just in time for it to see the Pokeball coming at her. She dropped her grip on the tree, falling to the ground and narrowly missing the Pokeball. "Dammit!" Tom cussed under his breath.
"Ursa!" the Teddiursa growled, obviously displeased.
With a quick jump, the Teddiursa lunged at Tom with her claws extended. Porygon quickly stood in the way of Teddiursa, taking the Pokemon's Slash attack for Tom. Porygon's head shook, sporting a large tear on its forehead. With another Slash, the Teddiursa knocked Porygon over, ripping Porygon's surface even more just below the eye. Porygon toppled over. "Ow," Porygon muttered.
Then with lightning-quick speed, Porygon rightened itself, and buried its nose deep into Teddiursa's gut with a mighty lunge in a Take Down attack. Teddiursa flew a few feet back, hiting the tree with such force that she almost broke it in two. Teddiursa fell down behind a bush, groaning loudly. Suddenly, the bush began to glow with a blinding flash of light, and almost as suddenly as it began the glow stopped, and a large figure stood up from behind the bush. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Ursaring, the Hibernant Pokemon." Tom's Pokedex said. "Usually spends its time gathering food, and sleeping. It's habits are similar to it's pre- evolution, Teddiursa, except it sleeps a lot more. Ursarings are usually docile creatures, but become highly vicious when angered." Tom looked at Ursaring. She looked very angry to him. In fact, she looked very angry at him. Ursaring stepped out from behind the bush. Then, raising her huge paw, she Slashed Porygon again sending the Pokemon flying a few feet back. Tom started to back away from the Ursaring, who was now slowly advancing on him.
"Oh damn," Tom squeaked, quickly plucking a Pokeball from his belt. "Come out, Hitmonlee!"
The Pokeball opened, and from the red beam shooting out materialized Tom's Hitmonlee. The two Pokemon began to stare at each other, growling vehemently.
"Hitmonlee, Jump Kick!" Tom commanded.
Hitmonlee jumped into the air and shot his foot out, which hit Ursaring in the nose. Ursaring fell down backwards, holding her bleeding nose. Tom quickly reached for another Pokeball. While Ursaring was still on the ground holding her bloody nose, Tom quickly chucked the ball at her. "Pokeball, go!"
Ursaring looked up in time to see the ball being thrown at her again. The ball clonked Ursaring on the forehead, and she was zapped inside. The ball rocked back and forth on the ground, with Ursaring trying to break free of the Ball's hold. But within seconds, the ball stopped it's shaking. Ursaring was caught. "Yahoo!" Tom cried as he ran to the ball and scooped it up. Soon, the ball began to glow a white hue, as it was instantly teleported to the Professor in Ionica, the same Professor who took Kangaskhan.
Tom walked over to Porygon, who was still a bit woozy from Ursaring's assault. "You okay, Porygon?" Tom asked. Porygon weakly nodded. Tom zapped Hitmonlee back in his ball, and he and Porygon continued down to Hydro City.
The Asylum's note
Whew! I havn't updated this in a looooooong time!
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter II- "'R' Marks the Dirtbag"
Tom could not help but grin to himself. "Only three more badges to go!" He cheered to himself. "Hey Porygon, wanna' stop in Mega City for awhile?"
"Why?" Porygon asked.
"Well, it is the largest city in this region," said Tom, "Who knows? We might be able to find a place to relax for a few weeks." Tom groaned, rubbing his leg, "Besides, all this walking is killing me."
Suddenly, Tom heard a faint scream. "What was that?" Tom asked, turning to Porygon. Porygon shook his head, lost for an answer. Just then, another scream filled the air. "C'mon, Porygon," Tom said, starting a dash in the direction of the scream, "we better check this out!"
The man in black held a cold, unforgiving gun to the young woman's head. "C'mon, bitch! For the last time, gimme' all your Pokemon, now!" He said in a deep, harsh voice.
"Go fuck a bottle," the woman hissed angrily, still struggling to free herself of the man's grasp. The man pushed his gun deeper into the woman's short, purple-dyed hair, his finger curling around the trigger.
Just then, the man felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to receive a blinding smack on his eyes. Tom had forgotten the feeling of smashing his knuckles into someone else's face, and he was happy to be reminded. Before Tom could move another muscle, the attacker swung his arm around and jabbed the barrel of his pistol into Tom's nose. "I don't like heroes," the man snarled angrily as a dribble of blood leaked from his nostril.
Suddenly, the woman wound her leg forward and drove it into her attacker's knee. The man yelped as he collapsed, letting the woman pull herself free. Without a second of delay, Tom lunged at the man's arm, wrestling away the gun from his hand. The gunman staggered back to his feet, placing one foot on Tom's leg as he tried to pry Tom off of his arm. With his grip beginning to slip, Tom suddeny threw himself into the man's chest, smashing his elbow into his nose. The attacker's head snapped backwards, stunned from the blow. Winding himself back up again, Tom smashed his elbow into the gunman's nose again, completely flooring him as Tom snatched away the gun. Tom quickly tossed the pistol into the waiting hands of Machamp, who crushed the gun effortlessly in a heartbeat.
Before the attacker could get back up, Tom tackled him in the back, flooring both immediately. Turning the man over, Tom pinned the criminal's back to the ground. What Tom saw then, emblazoned on the man's black shirt, made him pause. It was a large red letter "R".
Tom's momeory suddenly jarred. While Tom was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the criminal reach his hand into his pants' pocket, and quickly hold a small spraying container to Tom's face. With a quick movement of his finger, the felon sprayed Tom in the face with a quick puff of mist. Tom fell on his back, gripping his face in pain of the sudden burning sensation that was now tingling thought his face. After jumping to his feet, the criminal quickly fled.
Machamp knelt beside his trainer, worrying deeply as Tom rubbed his stinging face. When Tom could open his eyes again, able to bear the burning pain, he glanced at the woman who now knelt beside him. The only thing about her that stood put apart from her bright purple hair was her tank-top shirt, modelled like a Yanma face.
"Thank you, whoever you are," the woman said, helping Tom to his feet.
Tom wiped the strange liquid off his face, and looked back at the woman. "Ouch...no problem," Tom groaned, trying to smile. "Who was that?" Tom asked the girl.
"Didn't you know?" She asked quizzically. "That was a member of Team Rocket."
Team Rocket. Tom's racing mind suddenly froze on one memory. New Cinnabar, and the man who stuffed Jen's fossil at him. "Of course," Tom murmured, "Team Rocket!"
The girl interrupted Tom's thoughts. "My name's Sabre," She said, extending her hand in a gesture of friendship. Tom reached out his likewise and shook hers.
"Mine's Tom. And this is my Porygon," Tom said, looking at Porygon, who had remained silent this whole time.
Then, Porygon spoke to Sabre. "Wha-t is th-is Te-am Ro-ck-e-t?" Porygon asked.
Sabre sighed, and crouched down to Porygon. "It's a long story."
The Asylum's note:
Whaaaaahoooo! My computer has finally been fixed, and I can write another chapter! Whooooohooo!!!!!!
-The Asylum (Mewfour)
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter III- The Chapter with no Name Returns!
Tom pressed the damp towel across his face. He, Sabre and Porygon were at a local Cafe within Mega City. Wiping away the last of the painful liquid from his face, Tom put the towel down back on the table. "Feeling better?" Sabre asked. Tom nodded.
"So what's this about the Team Rocket problems here?" Tom asked Sabre, as if he was urging her to tell him an unfinished story. "Oh, right," Sabre hummed, as her mind wandered, trying to pick up where she left off.
"Team Rocket is an underground criminal gang, and they're quite a problem in Mega City. The police has been trying to crack them down, but nothing's working. They finally gave up last year and handed the job to the National Guard. The Guard thinks that the Rockets have one of their bases here, but we haven't found any."
Tom's ears suddenly perked. "We?"
Sabre gagged. "Did I say we?" She laughed, trying to smile. When Tom only gave Sabre a tired look, she groaned. "All right. I'm a spy hired by the Guard. Happy?"
"Yeah," said Tom. "Now, where were you...?"
"Sheesh," Sabre muttered, a bit unhappily. "Well, aside from me helping the police here take down the Rockets, that's all."
"You're trying to take down Team Rocket?" Tom asked.
"No, just the ones in Mega City," said Sabre. "I'm not having much luck, though," she said, "I think that it's all just no use..."
Just then, Tom put his hand on Sabre's. "Sabre, listen. I could help if you wanted-"
Sabre almost choked in surprise. "What?" she blurted. "You realize how much shit I'd be in if one of the Rockets got you because of me?" Sabre stared at Tom.
Tom looked sideways as Porygon, who gave a simple nod of approval. "Sabre, you'd have been dead by now if it wasn't for me."
Sabre sighed. "Yeah, I suppose you're right," She gazed off across the street. Then, focusing her eyes at Tom again, she said, "But still I can't just let anyone get messed up with Team Rocket-"
Then, Tom leaned over close to Sabre and locked eyes with her. "Sabre, after what you've told me about the Rockets, I don't think I can live with just sitting aside."
A long silence stood between the two. Sabre sighed. "All right, fine." she said pliantly. "But don't expect me to watch over you."
"Hey," Tom smirked. "I can handle myself."
The tall man walked down the sidewalk, along a busy street. His large black chapeau shading his face, his long trench coat thrown across his shoulders. His small, near burnt-out cigarette hanging listlessly out the corner of his mouth, smoldering a light plume of smoke as he walked. He passed an alleyway on his travel, only to have a hand shoot out towards him, and pull him into the alley.
Tom had the stranger in an unforgiving hold, Sabre looking on. "What the hell is this?" The stranger protested, looking at Sabre.
"Cut the crap, Mickey," Sabre said vehemently to the man. "I know you bribed the jury, as does practically everybody." Sabre stood in Mickey's face, and flicked the little cigarette out of his mouth.
"Look, that jury, my lawyer, proved I'm not a Rocket," Mickey vented. "So get your friend off me, or I'll sue your ass off, Sabre," Mickey threatened.
Sabre looked at Tom, Tom tightened his grip on Mickey. "Ouch! Shit..." Mickey whined, being brought to his knees as Tom squeezed his wrist even harder.
"C'mon, Mickey. Quit playing with me. I know you know you're a Rocket, and you're going to tell me where your hideout is located," Sabre said, looking Mickey in the eyes.
"If you don't, my Quilava is going to have a little barbeque," Tom said between his teeth to Mickey, "Rocket-kabobs." Mickey snorted indignantly. Using his free hand, Tom flicked a Pokeball off his waist, and a beam of energy shot from it. From the beam, Quilava materialized. "Quilava, Flamethrower," Tom commanded.
Quilava shot a few flames out if her nostrils, and them took a deep breath. Looking at Mickey, Quilava angled her head, ready to fire her fiery assault. "Alright, fine." Mickey finally broke. "The hideout is in the storeroom of the Pokemart, behind some crates."
Sabre nodded to Tom, and Tom released the Rocket from his grip. Straightening his chapeau, Mickey stormed out of the alley, rubbing his sore wrist. "Even if I do get caught, I'm reporting you!" He threatened Sabre indignantly. With that, he carried on his way down the street.
Tom zapped Quilava back into her Pokeball. "Thanks Tom," Sabre said. "If it wasn't for you, I'd never would have been able to crack that guy."
Tom rubbed his hand, smirking. "The storeroom of the Pokemart, behind crates," Tom repeated Mickey's words.
Sabre nodded. "Let's go."
The Asylum's note
whew...more time to update....finally...
-The Asylum (Mewfour)
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter IV- Team Rocket's Plan
The old woman finally opened her eyes after hours of sitting silently, and spoke. "I saw it," She said.
"Gar?" Her confused Gengar asked from across the dark room in which they sat.
"Yes, it definitely was him," she replied.
"No mistaking it. It was him this time."
"Yes, I did see his death."
"Gengar! Gengar gen?"
"You're right. If we don't act fast, it may be too late..."
Tom had finished drying off his hair. The wide, blonde-dyed streak that ran lengthwise down his blackish-brown hair fit almost perfectly with his long trench coat. Sabre had suggested that Tom disguise himself, so that he could walk away from the Rockets unscathed after he and Sabre dismantled them. After that, Tom would re-dye his blonde strip of hair black again. "You done yet, Tom?" Sabre asked through the doorway of the motel in which they temporarily resided.
Tom put down the towel back onto the sink. "Yeah," Tom replied. "Ready to crack some Rocket skulls?"
"Tom, we're just arresting them," Sabre said.
"Aw, that's no fun," Tom complained. "Fine, I'll just help arrest them."
"Good," said Sabre, "now call out your Pokemon. We've got to brief them."
Tom had let out his five Pokemon he had with him: Machamp, Kangaskhan, Doduo, Quilava, and Pinsir. Now, all Tom and Sabre had to do was explain to his Pokemon just what their strategy was to infiltrate the Rocket's hideout.
Halfway through his explanation, Quilava and Doduo perked up.
"Caaaaaaaww?" the two Pokemon asked, as if they were confused.
Porygon looked to Tom. "They as-k wh-at Tea-m Ro-cke-t is." Porygon said, translating the two Pokemon.
Tom knelt down to his Pokemon. "Team Rocket is, well, a group of criminals that use Pokemon to do their dirty work for them."
Quilava and Doduo stepped back, in shock of what they heard.
"Lava!" Quilava growled, obviously not liking Team Rocket's policies. Doduo's black eyes narrowed, seemingly as angered as Quilava. Tom's other Pokemon were in shock too. Quilava grumbled some inaudible growls, as did Doduo. And just then, the two Pokemon were surrounded with a bright glow. When the glow subsided, standing in front of Tom and Sabre were a Typhlosion and Dodrio. Tom was amazed at his Pokemon's sudden evolution.
"Didn't you know?" Sabre asked, sensing Tom's astonishment, "Sometimes anger is a trigger to evolution in Pokemon, that is if they're on the right level," Sabre said, glancing at Tom. "I'd be pretty pissed too if someone was using me for money."
The black-clothed man held a small computer chip in his white-gloved hand. "Hey, what's that chief?" another similarly dressed man asked him, sitting on some crates in the room in which they rested.
"This," replied the chief, "is a Porygon Upgrade."
"Whaddaya need that for?" a slender man, also dressed in black, asked, sitting beside the first man.
"This is a pirated Porygon Upgrade," the chief replied, annoyed at his underling's incompetence. "When this chip is inserted in a Porygon, the Porygon will 'evolve' into a Porygon Two." The chief explained. "But with this pirated Upgrade, whenever a Porygon 'evolves' with it, it will be directly under our control. Brilliant scheme, isn't it?" The other two men nodded in agreement. These three were obviously part of Team Rocket. "Of course," the chief Rocket said. "This kind of chip is still experimental, so it may or may not work," he mused.
Suddenly, a loud screech filled the room. The chief Rocket stood up, and walked towards a large, steel cage. Inside the cage, a Skarmory perched, crunched for space, squawking it's her head off. The Rocket sharply punched the cage, rocking the metal-like bird. "Shut up!" the Rocket cussed. The Skarmory reluctantly shut her beak. Just then, a whining of other cries could be heard. "Don't you start now!" the Rocket hissed, directing his voice over towards a row of other cages, all containing different Pokemon. A Swinub, a Donphan, a Yanma, a Delibird and a Primeape were occupying the prisons, a Mantine and Tentacruel floated listlessly in a large, sealed aquarium. "When the truck comes, you are all going to make us a pile of money." The Rocket gloated, taunting the Pokemon.
Just then, the boarded-up door to their hideout broke off its hinges, and flew right in front of them. "What the hell?" one Rocket exclaimed. In the doorway was Tom's Machamp, who had stepped through already, and faced the Rockets. After him came the rest of Tom's Pokemon, all ready to do battle. Tom and Sabre finally stepped through the doorway. One of the Rockets pulled out a gun, and aimed it at Tom and his Pokemon. Typhlosion promptly fired a Flamethrower at the gun-toting Rocket, scorching his hand. The rocket cried out in agony, dropping his gun, trying to soothe his burned hand. "You again?" The chief rocket said to Sabre.
Sabre nodded. "This time, Vincenzo, I'm taking you out for good. No bail like last time," Sabre threatened.
Then, Vincenzo seized a small pouch from his belt, and emptied its contents onto the floor, which were six Pokeballs. Instantly, the balls opened, and six Pokemon emerged, three of which neither Tom nor Sabre recognized. Tom knew the Muk, Golbat and Raticate immediately, but had never seen the other three. Tom pulled out his Pokedex, and aimed it at the first unknown Pokemon
"Magcargo, the Lava Pokemon, the evolved form of Slugma." Tom's Pokedex said. "Using its heavy rock shell, Magcargo can deliver a devastating Body Slam. Its body is seemingly covered in a red-hot lava-like substance, letting it use fire attacks with deadly force."
"Forrestess, the Bagworm Pokemon, the evolved form of Pineco." The Pokedex said, referring to the second Pokemon "Forrestess' shell is as hard as sheet steel, providing much protection for it's soft inner body. It will sometimes brutally ram opponents with its massive shell, it's Double-Edge attack."
"Marowak, the Bonekeeper Pokemon, the evolved form of Cubone." The Pokedex said, referring to the last Pokemon "Marowak and Cubone are the only Pokemon who have two skulls- one internal skull to protect the brain, one layer of skin, and an external skull over that skin, providing extra- protection. Also, they are born with a bone separate to their bodies, and use this as a weapon. After much debate in previous years, the bone was eventually allowed to be used in Pokemon battles. Marowak uses it's bone skillfully in battles, and will sometimes throw the bone at it's opponent, it's signature Bonemerang attack."
Tom put his Pokedex inside his jacket pocket again. Knowing that Steel- types have a weakness to fire attacks, Tom looked at Quilava. "Quilava, use a Flamethrower on that Forresstess!"
Vincenzo looked at his Golbat. "Golbat, use a Bite attack on that Kangaskhan!"
Typhlosion scorched the Forrestess with the Flamethrower, knocking the Pokemon out cold. The Golbat however sped towards Kangaskhan, and took a deep bite at Kangaskhan's neck. Kangaskhan yelped in pain, trying to swat the Golbat off his neck. And within a heartbeat, Tom and Vincenzo's Pokemon dove towards each other, and the melee began.
Sabre could tell this fight was going nowhere. Sabre then pulled a Pokeball out from her jacket, and opened it up. Standing before Tom and Sabre was a Golem. Sabre turned to Tom and said "You better take cover Tom!" Tom and Sabre dove behind some crates, just as Sabre's Golem used the Explosion technique. The room was filled with flying debris and an ear-shattering boom. When the explosion was over, all of Vincenzo's Pokemon were knocked out cold. Machamp, Pinsir, Porygon, Kangaskhan, Typhlosion and Dodrio lay in shambles, woozy from the Golem's Explosion. Golem was on his back; the massive Explosion was too much for him, his body fainted and gray.
"Now for Vincen..." Sabre began, when she noticed Vincenzo was gone. Sabre sighed, and zapped her Golem inside his Pokeball.
Tom put his Pokemon back inside their Pokeballs, and walked towards Porygon. "C'mon, Porygon." Tom said, helping his Pokemon righten itself up. "Let's go."
Just as Tom and Sabre were leaving the wasted hideout, a high-pitched screech filled the air. It was the Skarmory again, as well as the other Pokemon who were still imprisoned in their cages. Tom hurried over to them, and smashed the locks with some debris lying on the ground. The Pokemon hopped out of their cages. Tom, Sabre and Porygon lifted the lid to the Aquarium to where the Tentacruel and Mantine floated. The Tentacruel slid its long tentacles out of the aquarium, and stood on the ground. The Mantine joyfully splashed about in the water.
"These are pretty good Pokemon," Tom thought. "They'd make good fighters." Then Tom said to the stray Pokemon "Hey, do you want to come along with me?" Porygon drove beside Tom. The Pokemon looked at each other, and chatted their own languages.
Then, the Primeape looked at Tom and shrugged.
"Su-re. We-'ve go-t no-thi-ng el-se to do," Porygon translated. Tom joyfully plucked the few remaining Pokeballs off of his belt, and opened them up. The Primeape, Mantine, Tentacruel, Swinub, Donphan and Skarmory all leapt into a Pokeball each, which promptly disappeared, teleported to the professor in Ionica.
"And you say you were beaten by some young punks?" The Rocket asked Vincenzo, in a small office. Vincenzo slowly nodded. The second female Rocket stood up.
"Looks like we have another job, Larry," She sighed.
The Asylum's note: ack! bugger! I finally found time to update...my eyes are starting to hurt from staring at the screen all day...
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter V- A Scenario to Die for.
IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE DEATH IN ANY WAY, ESPECIALLY DEATH IN COLD BLOOD MURDER, THEN BY GOD DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER!!!!
Tom looked at his watch. The little blue glow on his wrist said the time was three-thirty. Tom sighed. "Where is Sabre?" Tom asked himself. "She was supposed to meet me here half an hour ago." Tom leaned against a nearby tree. Tom looked down on Porygon, who remained silent, as it always has. "He sure doesn't talk much," Tom thought, "The strong silent type, I guess."
Then, Tom's thoughts turned to Team Rocket. He thought about all the horrible crimes they were committing, using Pokemon as mere disposable puppets. The very thought angered Tom. "Damn those Rockets." Tom snarled in his mind. Tom began to wonder whether he was doing the right thing in helping Sabre with the Rockets. Maybe she was right, maybe he should not have shoved his nose into Team Rocket's business after all. Hell, he could have already gotten a new badge by now, and be on his way to the next Gym. But the thought of him just sitting down and letting those Rockets have their wicked ways with Pokemon, Tom could not stand it. He had to do something about it. And this was it.
Tom then thought about just how evil the Rockets really are- pulling weapons on trespassers, robbing innocent trainers of their Pokemon at gunpoint, all for a few thousand measly dollars in profit. What if Sabre was right? What if Team Rocket was really as evil as he initially thought? Tom sure didn't want to have his bullet-ridden body floating dead in a lake somewhere. One false move, and he could be stone cold dead by the end of the day.
Tom had no idea how right he was.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of red streaked by Tom and Porygon. The two both followed the crimson blur, where it came to a sudden halt in the middle of the dirt road they were standing by. It was a Pokemon, a Pokemon Tom had seen before. "No mistaking it," Tom thought to himself, "That's definitely a Sizor." the Sizor then turned around, facing Tom and Porygon. Tied around its left arm was a white band, sporting a large, red letter "R" on it. When Tom saw this insignia branded on the Sizor, he instantly recognized that the Sizor was part of Team Rocket. Porygon recognized this too, and drove in front of Tom, seemingly ready to protect his human friend.
The Sizor then took a few steps forwards, glaring straight at Tom and Porygon, a look of utter hatred in his eyes. "Porygon," Tom began, "If he gets too close, attack him with a Fire Blast." Porygon nodded.
"Al-righ-t." Porygon said, confirming Tom's orders.
The Sizor slowly gained ground towards Tom and Porygon, step by fear-inducing step. Then, Porygon's beak began to glow a reddish hue, preparing a Fire Blast.
Before Porygon could strike, a voice called out from behind Tom. "Sizor, Submission!"
The Sizor suddenly dashed towards Porygon with blinding speed. The Sizor then grabbed Porygon in his massive claws, lifted Porygon up, and then flung Porygon to the ground. Porygon landed with a large thud, knocked off-line by the blow. The Sizor then glared at Tom.
"Nice work, Sizor," the female voice said again, this time closer than before. Tom spun around, only to see two figures, one male, one female, dressed all in black, slowly walking towards him. Tom recognized them instantly. Unmistakably part of Team Rocket, the blazing red "R" on their black shirts proclaimed.
The male Rocket walked up to Tom, his large, blocky figure towering a good three inches over Tom. "We'll give you a chance to live," the Rocket said. "You hand over all your Pokemon to us now, leave the city, and we'll let you go," the Rocket threatened. "My friend Laura, here," The Rocket said, looking over his shoulder to his female partner, "has a well-trained Sizor. I'm sure you don't want to find out just how strong he is," The Rocket said, stretching an insidious smirk across his face. Tom stepped back, right past his off-line Porygon and the Sizor.
"Larry," Laura said to the Rocket, "Feel free to kill him any time now."
"Aw, come on," said Larry, "Let's have some fun first."
"Fine," Laura replied, rolling her eyes, "But make it quick."
Larry nodded, then looked back to Tom. "Well? Are you gonna' give us your Pokemon or not?" Larry snarled. Tom quickly reached onto his belt, and grabbed a Pokeball. Larry quickly pulled out a gun from his belt, and shot at Tom's hand. Tom yelped in pain, gripping his hand, which was spraying blood everywhere. The bullet had gone right through his palm; a fact Tom noticed when he was able to see Larry through his hand.
Laura sighed. "I'll take that as a no. Sizor, kill him," She ordered her Pokemon, with a cold, unfeeling tone.
Sizor began to advance on Tom, his claws rattling open and closed, as if ready to seize Tom with them. Tom slowly began to back off, still holding his bloody hand. Then, with a lightning-quick movement, the Sizor rushed at Tom, pushing him over with his claws, knocking Tom to the ground. Sizor then buried his knee into Tom's gut forcefully, leaving Tom wheezing in pain. Then, the Sizor pulled back his left claw, opened it wide, and slowly lowered it, as if to grasp Tom in its unforgiving steel clutch. Sizor slowly moved his claw downward, destined straight for Tom's throat.
Tom, bearing the agonizing pain in his left hand, put his hands to the edges of Sizor's claw, and tried to pull them apart, but it was of no use. Tom's hands were slowly being ripped and cut by Sizor's serrated vice grip claw, as it was slowly being lowered towards Tom's throat. "Sizor," Laura sighed. ",just kill him already, would you?"
As soon as she said this, Sizor's claw shot itself down, and wrapped around Tom's throat. Tom tried in vain to pry himself free from the Sizor's cold grip, but to no avail. Sizor's razor-like claw buried itself deeper, and deeper into Tom's throat, digging itself under Tom's skin and into his flesh, his blood pouring out of his punctured throat. And then, with a quick, fluid movement of his arm, Sizor gripped Tom's throat harder, and violently pulled his arm back. All Tom felt was an intense pain before all turned to black.
The Asylum's Note:
WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! Tom's dead! Killed in cold blood by a Sizor!
I guess this is the end of my fic.......
Or is it......?
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter VI- The Chapter with no Name yet Again!(Actually, I was too Lazy to Find One..)
Sabre sighed. "Where is Tom?" she wondered. "He was supposed to meet me here five minutes ago." Sabre thought, checking her watch again. Sabre then looked at a patch of scorched-black grass beside her. "Wonder what happened here," She wondered. There were also little pieces of litter strewn in a scarce pattern across the path, as if someone dropped them while running in a hurry.
A sudden rumbling in her stomach made Sabre wish that the shad not skipped breakfast today. She had already eaten some lunch, yet she was still hungry. Just then, Sabre looked up to the branches of the tree she was standing under, and saw a large, juicy-looking red apple. "I had no idea apple trees grew here," Sabre murmured to herself. Even a dirty unwashed apple looked good right now.
Sabre turned to the tree and reached up, trying to grasp the apple, but she was too short to reach the tempting little fruit. Checking to see if there was no one around, Sabre grabbed onto the tree trunk, and hoisted herself up. There, she again tried to grab the apple, but again to no avail. Further frustrated at the little fruit's elusiveness, Sabre climbed further up the tree, and shot her hand at the apple, just missing it by a few inches. But when her hand came to a rest on something in the tree, she froze. Whatever was in the tree, it was relatively warm, and felt wet and oozy. When Sabre pulled her hand back towards her, she saw a thick, red liquid drip down her fingers. Astonished at these mysterious events, Sabre reached her hand in the tree again, and laid her hand on top of whatever was was in it. Strangely, Sabre felt some cloth-like material on the object, almost like clothes.
Suddenly, the branches on which the object laid began to creak, and suddenly gave way, letting the object fall from the tree, landing with a thud on the ground. When Sabre made out what the object was, she almost died in shock. Subconsciously, she let go of the tree in her surprise, and she fell with an uneasy thud on the ground, beside the object. Beside her, blood slowly spreading across the grass around it, lay Tom's body.
Sabre could feel her lunch coming back up her throat when she saw what used to be Tom. Sabre scurried over to the body, and pressed her two fingers against the throat. Nothing. No pulse. Sabre slowly turned Tom's body over, and instantly shut her eyes once she saw the gaping wound in Tom's hollowed throat. Tears began to stream down Sabre's cheeks, as she looked at Tom's body. "I knew I shouldn't have let that idiot drag himself into this..." Sabre said under her breath, still in shock over her clandestine partner's death.
"What do you say, Gengar?" an elderly voice said from over Sabre's shoulder. Sabre turned around to see a short, white haired old woman, beside a Gengar. The woman wore a plain, white and royal purple dress, an orange handkerchief tied around her neck. "...Is this him?" she asked her Gengar.
Gengar nodded. "Gar." he said. The old woman knelt beside Sabre, and placed her hand on Tom's forehead.
"Yes, this is him." She said in a solemn voice and nodded. Gengar sagged, seemingly to be saddened over Tom's death. Sabre got up, and faced the mysterious woman and the Gengar.
"Who...who are you?" Sabre asked, confused over the woman's actions.
The woman looked at Sabre, then stood up and looked her in the eye. "My name is Krystella," She said, "And this is my assistant, Gengar." She said, looking at her Gengar.
"Gar!" The Gengar smiled, nodding.
Sabre looked at the Gengar, then looked at Tom's body. "What do you know about Tom?" she asked, confused. "Why do...why do you..." Sabre stammered, lost for words.
"'Tom'?" Krystella questioned, looking at Tom's body. "Yes..." she said, stroking her small chin. "'Tom' does suit the Destroyer very well..." she mused.
"Th-th-the what?" Sabre asked, still lost for answers.
"Hmm... and without him," Krystella said in a grave tone "...the Corrupts may have their way..."
Sabre couldn't stand it anymore. "Could someone please tell me just what the hell is going on here?" she shrieked. Krystella and Gengar paused, and looked at Sabre, their eyes questioning her sudden outburst. Sabre realized this too, and blushed.
"So, you want to know the story of the Destroyer, eh?" Krystella asked Sabre, as if daring her to say yes.
Sabre was about to speak, when she heard footsteps, footsteps that were coming closer and closer to them. Sabre was instantly sent into a panic. "Omigodomigodomigod," she murmured. "I can't be seen here with a dead body..." she squeaked. "I've gotta' hide Tom, fast...!" she said frantically.
Krystella only closed her eyes in complete calm. "Gengar, Teleport." She said to her Gengar. Gengar then touched Tom's body with one hand, and touched Sabre with the other. Krystella put her hand on Gengar's back. And within a split-second, all four disappeared into thin air.
They soon materialized into a small, dark room. The room was completely dark, yet strangely; Sabre could see Krystella and Gengar perfectly. "Where...where on Earth are we?" Sabre asked.
"Correction, young lady," Krystella said, "Where besides Earth are we?"
"Alright." Sabre said calmly. "This is getting just a bit too freaky for me," Sabre said. "Now, Christie..."
"Krystella." The woman corrected Sabre.
"...Krystella, are you going to tell me what this 'Destroyer' and 'Corrupts' are or not?" Sabre said, finally answering Krystella's unanswered question.
Krystella sighed, and then sat down on the near-invisible dark floor. "Sit down, Sabre." She said. "The story of the Watchers, Corrupts and Destroyers is a long one..."
The Asylum's note:
Eep, too weird for you? Well, it gets a hell of a lot weirder!
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter VII- The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Larry had finally come down from the tree, exhausted. "I told you we shouldn't have left him up there," Laura scolded.
"Hell, if you had a better idea how to hide him until we got a clear pass to the lake, I would have loved to hear it," Larry shot back. The Sizor sighed, and leaned up against the tree where they had hidden Tom's body for the time being, beside the patch grass they scorched.
"Well, we can't fix that now," Laura sighed, "At least that prick is gone."
Sabre was sitting down on the invisible, black floor, with Krystella sitting down likewise in front of her. The Gengar was sitting by Tom's lifeless body, Krystella's orange handkerchief-scarf tied around his neck, hiding the hideous wound on his neck. "So, what's this story about then, Krystella?" Sabre asked impatiently.
"Hold on," Krystella said, annoyed at Sabre's impatience. "This is the story of the Watchers, Corrupts and Destroyers." She said, bracing as if about to tell a long story.
"Long ago, at the dawn of life, there were humans and then there were Pokemon. The Pokemon were brutally strong creatures, stronger than the humans. Had it not been for the human's slight advantage of knowledge and reason over the Pokemon, mankind would not exist today. Instead of fighting the Pokemon for survival, humans domesticated the Pokemon. Somewhat like a pet to them.
"Thousands of years passed since then, Pokemon and humans were co-existing peacefully. Then, someone had the bright idea of playing sport with Pokemon; letting a team composed of six Pokemon battle another team of six Pokemon, each team directed in battle by a human. And so was the first Trainer Battle."
"Wow..." Sabre muttered. "Pokemon battles took place that long ago...?"
Krystella sighed, irritated at Sabre's interruption. "More thousands years passed, humans still using Pokemon as pets or fighters.
"Sadly, this peace between humans and Pokemon could not be maintained, as people slowly started to use Pokemon for selfish reasons- using them to make a profit for themselves. These few did not care about the Pokemon, nor did they care about the balance of nature that Pokemon ultimately dictate. Just when most humans worldwide used Pokemon for themselves, the balance of nature suddenly tipped.
"With Pokemon used as mere slaves to the humans, nature itself raged out of control. Tremendous storms ravaged the world relentlessly. Then it dawned on people that their abuse of Pokemon had upset nature, and rushed to correct their ways. Within a few years, the Earth's weather was restored. Ever since then, people began protecting their Pokemon, preventing another natural catastrophe.
"Strangely, there were still a few ignorant ones, who continued to abuse Pokemon for a personal profit. In fear of another worldly disaster, these people were severely reprimanded. However, this did not stop these people from using Pokemon for themselves. So a family, from that time, dedicated their lives to protect Pokemon, and crush those who abuse Pokemon. And I..." Krystella said "...am one of the few remaining descendants from that family."
"We called ourselves 'The Watchers,' looking out for those who use Pokemon for themselves. Still, our efforts were not enough, so our family of Watchers split themselves into two factions. The Watchers and the 'Destroyers', whose job was to forcefully crush those selfish people, whom we refer to as the 'Corrupts.' And your friend here," Krystella said, looking at Tom's still body "...is a Destroyer."
Sabre flushed with surprise. "Y-you mean...you two are related?" she asked, astonished.
"Well, it's a distinct possibility." Krystella smirked, her eyes studying Tom's body. "And Team Rocket is one of the Corrupts." Krystella said. "Simply put, you friend, 'Tom', and others of his family, present and future, are destined to rid the world of such people."
"Well, too bad he's dead," Sabre said blankly. "So what are you 'Watchers' supposed to do now?" she asked.
Krystella lifted her head to look at Sabre, a smug, sly grin spreading across her lips. "We're going to bring him back."
The Asylum's Note:
ooooohhh.....creeeeeeeeepy..... eh, weird eh? Don't worry. This fic won't be *all* this wierd.
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter VIII- The Destroyer Lives
He opened his eyes. The now blurred, double-imaged faces he saw hovering over him were slowly starting to clear up. When they finally took a clear shape, he saw Sabre's face, and another he had not seen before. "Well, he's awake," the unfamiliar face said.
"About time," Sabre said, bored. His body moved. A strange cold feeling surged through him. He looked at his hands, and saw his skin in a pale white tone. He could not even feel the beating of his heart. Then again, he did not even feel alive.
"Welcome back, Tom," Sabre said, helping the living corpse sit up.
"Wha...?" Tom began to mumble, questioning his existence on this mortal plane.
"You've been brought back," Krystella said, "In good time too." Tom looked at Krystella, his eyes totally blank, completely devoid of their respective pupils.
"Who are you?" Tom asked through his cold, numb lips, looking at Krystella.
"My name is Krystella," Krystella said. Then she looked at her Gengar, standing behind Tom. "And this is my assistant, Gengar," she said. Tom turned his head to look at the ghost Pokemon behind him, the bones in his neck giving an eerie squeak as they turned.
"What...what am I doing here?" Tom asked again.
"We've brought you back from the spirit realm, back into your mortal body," Krystella said. "It's amazing what wonders black magic can do when they're used for good purposes..." she mused as she trailed off into her thoughts.
Tom groaned. "I was having such a nice time in heaven, though." he mumbled.
"Heaven can wait," Krystella said in a plain undertone. "As for right now, you've got a job to do, Destroyer."
"Come again?" Tom asked, "What's this about some 'Destroyer?'" Tom asked.
Sabre sighed. "To make a long story short, Tom," She said, shifting her sitting position, "You are from a faint strain of family known as the 'Destroyers.' Your family is destined to destroy people who use Pokemon for profit, namely Team Rocket." Sabre said, looking at Tom.
Tom groaned. "First I die, then I get ripped out of heaven back here -as a frickin' zombie- all to fight Team Rocket."
"Who says you'll stay a zombie?" Krystella asked, a smug grin stretched across her mouth. Tom and Sabre looked at her inquisitively.
"You see, the laws of the Afterlife are vengeful," Krystella said. "If a murdered soul is brought back to an undead state in the mortal world, that soul can live again."
"How?" Tom asked, desperate to be fully alive again. "Simple," Krystella said. "You must kill whoever killed you."
Tom was choked with shock. "Y-you mean, I have to kill that Sizor?" He asked.
"Oh? A Sizor killed you? A Pokemon?" Krystella asked. "In that case, don't kill the Sizor. If an undead soul kills a Pokemon, I will be in grave trouble with the Afterlife..." Krystella trailed off.
"Crap." Tom groaned. "I stay a fucking freaking living dead corpse." Tom sagged, his life, if he could call it so, shattered.
"Wait," Krystella said, getting back on track. "Did anyone order that Sizor to kill you?" Krystella asked Tom.
Tom thought backwards, searching his near-erased memory. Then, he remembered what happened a few hours ago. Porygon taken out by that Sizor in one blow, Larry shooting a bullet through his hand, and then Laura saying "Sizor, kill him."
"Yeah," Tom said, returning to the present. "Yeah, someone did tell that Sizor to kill me."
"Then you must kill that person then." Krystella said. Tom and Sabre's eyes widened with shock. "Of course, " Krystella said, "It may not work, but it's worth trying," She said.
"But first," Sabre chimed up, "We gotta' find that person, though."
"No problem." Tom said confidently as he stood up. He put his hand to his belt...only to find nothing. His Pokeballs were gone. "My Pokemon!" Tom gasped. "Those bastards took my Pokemon!" Tom fumed. Sabre only rolled her eyes and sighed. Tom then reached his had into his jacket pocket, again finding nothing. "They even took my Pokedex!" He exclaimed. "Those fucking Rockets..."
"Wait Tom," Sabre said, "Those Pokemon you got, when we raided the Rocket's hideout!"
"Oh right!" Tom said, his memory jarring.
After giving the Ionica Professor a brief call on Sabre's cell phone, the six Pokeballs containing his new Pokemon materialized in his hands. As soon as he received them, he opened them up. Yanma, Donphan, Skarmory, Primeape, Mantine and Tentacruel materialized in front of him.
Then, Krystella's Gengar stood up and took Tom and Sabre by the hand. With an eerie glow in the Gengar's eyes, Tom and Sabre soon found themselves standing in the same park as they were before. "Feeling okay?" Sabre asked, still bewildered over her bizarre experience.
"Yeah, I'm feeling great," Tom muttered.
Sabre rolled her eyes. "Come on, Tom," she said, "we've got a job to finish."
The Asylum's note:
Heh heh heh, so The Destroyer....err... "lives"....! Hey, what? No, don't go away! My fic doesn't stay this strange forever! Honest!..........Please come back......
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter IX- Reunion
The large shady hat Tom had tugged over his face darkened his face nicely. Wrapped up in his jacket with a handkerchief around his disgusting wound, no one could guess he was dead. It was a deserted street Tom and Sabre walked down, not a soul in sight. According to Sabre, this street was always like this at this time of day.
Up ahead, further down the road, a gray trailer-truck was parked, it's end to a store window, as if ready to receive a delivery. Just then, a small blip of yellow flashed by the truck, another streak of yellow shooting at the store. "Whattaya' suppose that is?" Tom asked Sabre.
"Looks like..." Sabre said, peering into the distance. Then, Sabre turned to Tom. "Tom, it's your Ampharos!"
Sure enough, Ampharos was there, aiming a thunderbolt at the store, his blasts of electricity shooting through the store. It looked slim and tired, little bruises all over his face. "Ampharos!" Tom cried out. Ampharos turned his head, and saw Tom.
"Pharos!" He screeched in joy. Tom and Ampharos ran toward each other, Ampharos leaping up into Tom's arms. Tom embraced his lost friend.
"What the hell are you doing? Goddamn Pokemon..." A harsh voice said from the other side of the truck. Its owner slowly made it's way into Tom's sight. When the tall, black-dressed man saw Tom, his little cigarette dropped from his mouth. "No.no.you're supposed to be dead!" He said in disbelief. Tom smirked, and set Ampharos down onto the ground, just as Sabre caught up to him.
"Correction," Tom said smugly, " undead. And you're a Rocket," Tom said, looking at the man's shirt, which sported a large red "R."
The Rocket quickly dashed back from behind the truck, and then came back, carrying a large rifle. "I'll kill you myself then!" he snarled, aiming the two barrels at Tom, and pulled the trigger. Instinctively, Tom ducked his head inside his arms, the blast of the two speeding bullets knocking him off balance as they sped into his chest. Sabre and Ampharos screeched, and dove behind a nearby mailbox for cover. Tom regained his balance, and looked at his chest. Two big bullet holes had bored their way into him. The Rocket's lower lip trembled in fear. "What the hell are you?" he murmured, his voice shaking. Tom put his thumb into his mouth, and let out a heavy breath. The two bullets popped out of his body, and fell to the ground.
"The Destroyer." Tom smirked, punching the Rocket in the nose.
When the Rocket woke up, he was handcuffed to a lamppost, Tom and Sabre standing over him, blood dribbling from his nostril as a result of his broken nose. "Alright," the rocket snorted, "you have me. But I'm not telling you anything!" the rocket said indignantly. Tom then reached behind his back, and pulled out the rifle the rocket had fired upon him earlier. Tom aimed the rifle at the Rocket's face, one barrel per eye. The rocket swallowed. "Alright!" he squeaked, "What is it?" he murmured feebly.
"Donphan, Rollout!" Tom commanded. Instantly, Dohphan curled up into a ball, and sped towards the Raticate, knocking him senseless onto the ground. The Rocket quickly zapped his Pokemon into his Pokeball, and scurried across the dark room against the wall. "Nice work, Donphan," Tom said, patting his Pokemon on the head. Donphan squealed in delight, loving his trainer's praise.
"As for you," Sabre said, looking at the trembling Rocket, "you'll tell us where my friend's other Pokemon are," Sabre ordered. The Rocket defiantly shook his head. "Fine then." Sabre said as she pulled her single Pokeball from her belt. Opening it up, her Golem materialized from the red beam of light streaming from the ball. Instantly, the Golem charged at the Rocket, and squeezed him in a bear hug. "If you don't tell us where they are, my Golem here will blow himself up with a Selfdestruct." Sabre said, threatening the Rocket. Again, the rocket refused. "Golem, light his ass up," Sabre said.
"Okay okay!" the rocket yelped, seconds away from being blasted.
Hitmonlee wiped the blood from his sharp toes. "Vileplume skulls are sure hard," Hitmonlee thought, reflecting on his fight against the Rocket's Pokemon, the Rocket now being interrogated by Tom and Sabre.
"Forget it, bitch," the Rocket spat at Sabre. "His Pokemon are ours now."
Tom looked at his Typhlosion, whom he had recovered earlier along with Hitmonlee. "Typhlosion, torch him," Tom commanded. Typhlosion snorted a few flames from his nostrils, and then took a deep breath. She opened her jaws, and placed them just above the Rocket's face.
The Rocket finally broke. "Fine then, I'll tell you where the rest are, just don't kill me, please!" the Rocket begged. Typhlosion closed her mouth, and muttered in disappointment.
"No, I'm not fucking crazy! It's him!" The Rocket said, slamming his gloved hands on the table, inside the small office, which the three of them stood.
"But he is dead. We saw Laura's Sizor kill him," Larry said, standing on the other side of the table, along with Laura.
"Could it have been someone else?" Laura asked.
"No. It was him. I swear to God it was him," the Rocket breathed. "He also took his Machamp, Pinsir and Kangaskhan back, too." the Rocket sighed.
"And you didn't stop him?" Larry asked. The Rocket gulped.
"I...um..." the Rocket stammered. Larry reached to his belt, and pulled out a gun. Aiming at the Rocket's face, he pulled the trigger.
The Asylum's note:
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Chapter XXX (No, not what you're thinking, pervert!)
Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga
Chapter X- Hello Tom, Goodbye Porygon
With all of his Pokemon but Porygon recovered from Team Rocket, Tom had sent back Tentacruel, Primeape, Yamma, Dodrio, Hitmonlee and Pinsir back to the professor in Ionica City, leaving him with Skarmory, Donphan, Mantine, Kangaskhan, Machamp and Typhlosion.
Looking around, Tom and Sabre entered an abandoned bomb shelter, constructed many years ago in Mega City's City Square. A defeated Rocket had told them that their central hideout was located under a trap door in the shelter. Quickly picking the lock, which was chained around the trap door, with a spare pair of tweezers, Sabre and Tom opened the little wooden door, and decended the stairway, into the Rocket hideaway.
Tom and Sabre were cautiously wandering the narrow underground hallways of the hideaway, in fruitless search of Porygon. Suddenly, when they came to an intersection of the corridors, a large hand shot out from the corner, grabbed Tom by the head, and pulled him back. Tom soon found himself bound tightly in the arms of a large, burly man. Tom was about to struggle free, when Sabre rounded the corner. "Let him go, Jason. He's with me," Sabre said calmly. Instantly, the man let Tom go.
"Sorry about that, Sabre," Jason said apologetically. Tom straightened out his jacket when Jason asked "Hey man, you look kinda' pale..."
Tom quickly pulled his hat over his head even more. "I'm fine, it's a little..um..skin condition," Tom blurted out.
"Tom," Sabre said, "I'd like you to meet my partner, Jason."
Jason held his hand out to Tom, which Tom shook with his own, his hat still heavily shading his face. "So Jason, what are you doing here?" Sabre asked her friend.
"I got wind that there was a Rocket hideout here," Jason began, "so I thought I'd check it out," he said, stroking the small patch of hair on his wide chin.
"Really? Is anyone else here?" Sabre asked.
"Nope, not yet. The garrison is finishing up some assignment on the other side of the city," Jason said, "They're going to come here after they've finished up there, I was assigned to 'hold the fort down', so to speak," Jason said. Then, switching trains of thought, Jason asked, "Hey, why is he here?"
"They've got one of my Pokemon, a Porygon." Tom said, "And I've got a bone to pick with them too."
"So how long until they'll be here?" Sabre asked Jason.
Jason scratched the back of his head, then said "I dunno. I'd say about...maybe an hour or two."
"Good," Tom said, "that's all the time I'll need." Tom walked off, down the dimly lit corridor, cracking his knuckles in his palm.
"Wait, Tom!" Sabre called after him. When Tom turned his head, he saw Sabre gently lob a small black object at him. Tom caught the little metal lump, and saw he was holding a six-barrel revolver. "You might need it. I'm staying here with Jason," Sabre said. Tom nodded thanks, and continued down the hall. Tom opened the barrel of the gun. The six little bronze bullets sat cozily in their chambers. Tom closed the barrel, hoping he'd never have to use them on anyone else but Laura.
Tom soon came to the end of the corridor to a doorway. Pushing himself up against the wall, he peered into the doorway, which lead into a well-lit room. Poking his head into the room, he saw the small room was practically empty. Tom shoved the gun into his jacket pocket as he slowly crept into the room. Tom was about to step into the middle of the room, when he heard a soft, feminine voice. It was Laura. Tom quickly pulled himself back into the corridor, his hand hovering above his jacket pocket where he stored his gun.
Tom cautiously poked his head around the doorframe, looking for where Laura's voice had come from. Tom soon found Laura, sitting at a small, round table, talking on a phone. Tom couldn't make out what she was saying from the distance between them; it sounded somewhat like a friendly chat.
"...Oh yeah, Larry and the rest of 'em are out on some pot party- yep. I'm the only one here." is what Tom thought he heard Laura say. Tom smirked, and reached for his gun. If she was alone, there would be no way Tom could not kill her.
"Yeah, Carol, that new guy at the post office is so hot," Laura said giddishly, unknowing that Tom was now calmly walking towards her silently, his finger curled around the trigger of his gun. "..if he came to talk to me.." Laura said, "I swear I would die-"
"That can be arranged."
Laura's body jolted at the sound of Tom's voice. Whirling around, as soon as she locked eyes with Tom, her jaw dropped wide open. When she heard the little click of Tom's revolver, she dropped the phone receiver.
Laura tried to speak, but her shock and fear of Tom standing in front of her left her tongue frozen stiff. "Hello, Laura." Tom said, an evil grin spreading across his face. Again, Laura tried to speak, but her jaw wasn't moving. She almost fell off her chair when Tom lifted his arm, pointing the revolver at her. Laura finally managed to mumble something, which neither she nor Tom could understand. "Got something to say, bitch?" Tom asked smoothly, rather enjoying Laura's panicked fright.
"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-ou....s-s-supp-p-p.." Laura stammered, unable to keep herself from trembling. Tom rolled his eyes and gave a heavy sigh. He clicked the barrel of the revolver again. Laura jumped off her chair and flattened her back against an adjacent wall.
"You mean, 'Aren't I supposed to be dead?'" Tom asked Laura. Laura swallowed hard, and nodded a weak yes. "You're right. I am dead. I'm undead," Tom said gravely. "And you're going to die for that," Tom threatened, his finger still wrapped around the revolver's trigger.
Laura suddenly dropped to her knees with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please don't kill me!" she wailed, her palms pressed together in front of her face, begging for Tom's mercy. "I'll do anything! Just don't kil me!" she pleaded.
Tom put his gun back in his jacket pocket, and calmly walked towards Laura. He didn't stop until his shadow completely enveloped her. "My Pokedex. Where is it?" Tom asked impassively. Laura slowly got to her feet, and edged her way out of Tom's face. She picked up a set of keys on a key ring, which was sitting in the middle of the table, and quickly made her way to the filing cabinet on the opposite wall. She fumbled with the keys awhile before she finally unlocked the cabinet. She opened the drawer, put her hand in, and pulled out Tom's Pokedex.
Laura, with little tiny steps, cautiously walked towards Tom with his Pokedex in her hand. "H-h-here you go..." she stammered nervously, handing Tom his Pokedex. Tom opened his device up, and toyed awhile with its buttons. Closing it, he shoved it back in his jacket pocket. When he took his hand out again, he was holding the same revolver.
"Why do y-you have to kill me?" Laura sobbed, breaking down in front of Tom. "I-I-I mean, I don't want to kill you!" she pleaded. "I mean, seriously! It was Larry's job! He made me do it!" Tom groaned and rolled his eyes. "So why do you have to kill-"
"Because you killed me," Tom said sternly. "Since I'm undead, the only way I can live again is to kill whoever killed me," Tom said, pressing the barrel of the revolver into Laura's forehead.
"B-b-b-but my Sizor...he killed you though-" Laura squeaked.
"But you ordered that Sizor to kill me. So in a truth, you killed me as well," Tom said.
Laura shut her eyes closed tightly, as Tom pressed the gun deeper into her forehead, his finger putting pressure on the trigger.
Yet something was holding Tom back. Tom realized that the evil of the dead had seeped into him. His heart was dead. Tom quickly shoved his morals back down his throat and put another ounce of squeeze on the trigger.
Tom was expecting a spray of Laura's blood spattering against the wall when he put a bullet through her head, when he heard a familliar voice say, "Wait, Tom!" Tom turned around to see Krystella and her Gengar standing behind them.
"Krystella?" Tom asked, confused. "How'd you get in here?" Krystella only smiled, and looked at Gengar.
"Tom, you don't have to kill her," Krystella said.
"What?" Tom couldn't believe his ears.
Krystella and Tom were soon having a little discussion between them, never noticing Laura slowly dip her hand into her back pocket, and pull out a small handgun.
"So then, that's all I have to do then? I don't have to kill her?" Tom asked Krystella. Krystella nodded. Just as Laura raised her pistol, the door to the room creaked open.
"Tom?" the voice of Sabre asked, peeking out from behind the doorway. Before Tom could say anything, Laura fired three shots from her handgun. Instinctively, Tom, Krystella and Gengar hurled themselves to the walls. The only one who didn't take cover was Sabre, who entered the room just in time to have three bullets hit her. One in the left shoulder, one in her left arm, the other right into her chest. Sabre reeled back, and fell over, landing on her rear. Shocked and near death, she looked at her body. The three wounds oozed blood all over the floor. A stream of blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth as she fell over backwards, motionless.
"Sabre!" Tom gasped as he ran to Sabre's side. Tom put his hand under Sabre's head, lifting it up. He pressed two fingers just below her jaw on her neck.
With a fuelled rage, Tom got up, and advanced on Laura, utter hatred blazing in his eyes. He could have shot flames from his nostrils if he could. Panicked, Laura fired her last seven shots upon Tom. Even though all seven bullets hit Tom in his stomach, Tom kept storming towards her. Before Laura could utter another word, Tom had his hands wrapped around her throat. "Let's see how you like getting your throat ripped out!" Tom hissed through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on Laura's throat. Laura gagged and wheezed, trying to breath through Tom's hands. "I've had it with you fucking Rockets!" Tom snarled. Slowly, Laura was brought to her knees again. Tom was about to increase his grip on her, when Krystella put her hand on Tom's shoulder.
"That's enough Tom." She said softly. Even though he didn't know why, Tom released Laura.
"Even though I don't have to kill her," Tom growled "I'd sure like to now."
Laura, still gasping for air, managed to say "You mean....he...doean't have...to...kill me?" she said through spaced breaths.
Krystella nodded. "All you have to do is kiss him," she said.
"What!?" Laura gasped.
"Well, not really." Krystella said. "It's a spell I found a little while ago called the 'Breath of Life.' All you have to do is breathe some of your 'living' breath into him. Then he will live again. All I have to do is cast the spell on you first," Krystella said.
"B-b-ut why me?" Laura complained.
"Because you killed him," Krystella said solidly. "It won't work if anyone else does it."
"Well forget it then!" Laura snapped. "I"ll never let you spell me!" She said defiantly.
"You don't understand," Krystella said, "I already have," Krystella grinned.
"Well, I'd rather die that to...than to..." Laura growled, "...I'd rather die!"
As soon as she said this, Tom pulled out his revolver again, and aimed it at Laura. "Repeat that, please?" Tom asked sarcastically.
Laura froze. "Alright...fine." she said, giving in.
Laura gingerly raised herself to her tiptoes, and came closer to Tom. Although it only lasted for a split-second, their lips seemed to touch for hours. As soon as Laura gave a little puff of air into Tom, she pulled herself away. She slapped Tom sharply on the chin, and then gave him a blow below the belt with her boot. Tom staggered backwards, and doubled over to his knees, writhing in pain. "That wasn't very nice..." Krystella muttered, looking at Tom, who was still hunched over and wheezing.
Just then, Jason burst into the room. His eyes first saw Tom. "Hey kid, where's Sabre?" he asked frantically. "I heard gunshots, and I came running. Where is she?" Tom managed to bear the pain and stand up, and pointed over Jason's shoulder. Jason turned his head, and saw Sabre's body lying in a pool of blood. "God! Sabre!" Jason gasped, kneeling down to her side. Like Tom had done, Jason checked her pulse.
Then, Krystella took Tom by the hand. "Tom, your skin!" she whispered. Tom looked at his hand, and saw what he had wanted to see. His skin was slowly changing from a pale white to a nice golden tan, the way it was when he was alive. Tom's hand instantly flew up onto his throat under Krystella's hankercheif. The skin was as smooth as a waxed table. Tom could have cried in joy. He was alive.
"Who killed her?" Jason muttered angrily, still looking at Sabre's lifeless body. Tom, Krystella and Gengar looked at Laura. Laura dropped her handgun, creating a loud thunk on the floor. Before Jason could pull out his own handgun, Tom put his hand up in front of Jason. "Put that away, Jason." Tom said. "Laura, you can revive Sabre now."
Laura's jaw dropped wide open.
"No," she said. "No, no, no, no, no," She said, shaking her head. "Kissing you was bad, but I"m not kissing her," she said defiantly. Tom pulled out his revolver again, and Laura was instantly compliant. Slowly yet shakily, Laura made her way over to Sabre's body. Kneeling down beside her, she held Sabre's head up with her hand, and wiped the blood on her lips away with her glove. With a short peck, Laura blew a short breath into Sabre's mouth.
Suddenly, Sabre began to stir again, coughing and sputtering wildly. Jason was so bewildered he could hardly think straight. Sabre rolled over on her stomach, and spat out three bullets, the same bullets that killed her. Almost at the same time, Tom bent over hacking and wheezing, and coughed out the seven bullets that Laura pumped into him.
Suddenly, Jason was beside Tom, holding him by the shoulder. "What the hell is going on here?" Jason demanded.
Krystella sighed and walked over to Jason. "It's a very long story, young man," she sighed.
"Who are you?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow.
Krystella sighed. "Here we go again..."
A few months later, Laura had finally gotten out of prision on probation. Although they had finally run out the Rockets in Mega City, the National Gaurd was still searching for Porygon. Even Laura with her connection to the Rockets could not find Porygon. Not even after hours of silent meditation could Krystella locate Porygon. Everything to Tom seemed hopeless.
Finally, after a few weeks of a failing search for Porygon, Tom decided it was time to leave again. Before he left, he took the time to meet up with Krystella and Sabre again.
"Well, I really should thank you, Krystella," Tom said, "Without you, I'd still be a living corpse."
"No need to thank me," Krystella said, blushing. "I'm just doing my job."
Tom tugged at the black glove that he now wore on his left hand, which covered the small scar which Larry had put a bullet through him. "We'll let you know if we find Porygon, okay Tom?" Sabre called out to him, as Tom continued his lonely journey.
Tom nodded, and took out his newly purchased cell phone. "I'll be waiting," Tom smiled.
After waving goodbye, Tom conitinued out of Mega City towards Hydro City, wondering if he would ever cross paths with his freind again...
The Asylum's note: WHOOOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!! IT'S HALFWAY DONE!!!! PADS IS HALFWAY DONE!!!
wha? oh yea, boo hoo Porygon's gone....
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VII- Hydrobadge Saga
Chapter I- An Old Friend
It wasn't until a few hours of walking that Tom realized that he had not thought about anything since he left Mega City. Instantly, his mind turned upon pondering the fate of Porygon. "I sure hope he's alright," Tom thought to himself. Tom sighed, and continued down the dusty dirt road upon which he walked. He was sure lonely without Porygon to talk to.
Just then, two loud horns honked from behind him. Tom turned and saw a small yet shiny hoodless car driving towards him, it's driver stopping beside him when it caught up. "Hi Tom," the familiar face of the driver said.
Tom looked at the inside of the car, then at the driver and muttered, "Jen?"
Jen nodded, and then reached over to the passenger side door, unlocking it. "Hop in," she said, smiling. Having being on his tired and aching feet all day, Tom opened the door and got in the car.
"So how have you been, Tom?" Jen asked as they drove along to Hydro City.
"A little dead," Tom sighed.
"Oh?" Jen inquired, "How come?" she asked.
"You wouldn't understand," Tom said, then he lowered his voice to a silent whisper. "And I don't want you to understand, either."
"Hey Tom, where's that Porygon of yours?" Jen asked. "Isn't he usually out with you?"
"I umm," Tom began, looking for words that would cover up his little run-in with Team Rocket. "We... we were separated in a crowd in Mega City," Tom finally managed to blurt out. "I looked all over or him..." Tom said, playing on his lie, "but I couldn't find him anywhere."
Jen's face sagged into a frown. "Well, I'm sure wherever he is, he won't forget you, Tom," Jen said, trying to comfort Tom.
Tom was silent for a few moments, then said "Yeah, you're right, Jen. Thanks."
"No problem, Tom," Jen smiled.
"So how've you been, Jen?" Tom asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, not bad," Jen hummed. "Oh, guess what Tom?" she asked, "I've decided to break the record for most Gym badges earned," she stated.
"Really?" Tom asked, "What's the record?"
"Oh, about three-hundred something."
"Three-hundr- that's a lot of badges, Jen."
"Yeah, I know. I've got eighteen already."
"Yeah, what else would I be doing since we last saw each other? That was, what, two months? Why? What have you been doing?"
Tom choked. "I was... um... resting."
"Yeah, I need some rest too," Jen sighed. "While I was out battling Gym Leaders, I got my driver's license as well," Jen smiled.
"So this is your car?" Tom asked, to which Jen nodded. "How much did it cost?" Tom asked again.
"About two-thousand so." Jen hummed.
Tom sighed. "Pretty cheap for this awesome car," Tom said, relaxing on the leather seat.
"Hey Tom, how are your other Pokemon doing?" Jen asked.
"Quilava and Doduo evolved, I caught an Ursaring and got an Ampharos," Tom replied.
"Really? I caught a bunch of new Pokemon too," Jen said. "Hey Tom, I'll have another round with you," Jen challenged Tom.
Tom looked at her sideways and said, "Go ahead."
Jen had parked her car off the dirt road, she and Tom got out. Tom knew he didn't have a battle for two months now, ever since he was restored back to life. Jen pulled a Pokeball off her belt, and opened it up. "Go, Feraligatr!" she commanded. The mass of energy coming from the Pokeball materialized on the ground in front of Jen, revealing a large, alligator- like Pokemon. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Feraligatr, the Big Jaw Pokemon." Tom's Pokedex said. "Using its large, powerful lower jaw, it can rip even sheet rock into shreds. It has a vicious nature, and is extremely hostile in the water. Feraligatr is the evolved form of Totodile, following its evolution, Croconaw."
"Your Totodile evolved?" Tom asked Jen.
Jen nodded. "Twice," she said.
Tom reached to his belt, and plucked off a Pokeball. "Go, Ursaring!" Tom commanded, letting his Pokemon out of her Pokeball. Ursaring formed from the ball of energy coming from the Pokeball.
"Urrr..." Ursaring grumbled.
"Hey Tom!" Jen called, "How about we make this a first-to-faint match?" Jen proposed.
"Sure. Why not?" Tom agreed.
"Ursaring, Slash!" Tom commanded.
"Feraligatr! Counter with your Slash attack too!" Jen ordered. Ursaring and Feraligatr charged at each other, bearing both their claws. Ursaring and Feraligatr collided and took a wild swipe at each other. Feraligatr received a Slash on his lower jaw, while Ursaring was cut on the left side of her face. Both Pokemon stepped back, rubbing their bleeding cuts. "Feraligatr! Hydro Pump!" Jen commanded. Feraligatr sucked in a mass of air, lowered his head, and then let a streaming blast of water fly out of his mouth towards Ursaring. Before Tom could give Ursaring any instructions, she was hit in the stomach by the Hydro Pump, sending her flying backwards, crashing into a nearby tree. The tree snapped in half from the shattering impact of Ursaring's body.
When Ursaring got up, she hunched over, and rested her arms on her knees. Tom, seeing Ursaring was obviously outclassed, recalled his Pokemon. Tom stored Ursaring's Pokeball onto his belt, and pulled off another one. "Ampharos, go!" Tom commanded. Ampharos' body leapt out of Tom's Pokeball, and stood in front of Feraligatr.
"Oh, crap," Jen muttered to herself, sensing Feraligatr's type disadvantage. Before she could put Feraligatr back into his Pokeball, Tom had ordered, "Ampharos! Thunderpunch!" Ampharos ran towards Feraligatr with all his speed, and punched Feraligatr with an electrically charged fist to Feraligatr's midsection. Feraligatr wheezed and gasped, and doubled over before falling on his face, defeated.
"Well, guess I win, Jen," Tom smirked, zapping Ampharos back inside his Pokeball.
Jen sighed, and pulled Feraligatr back inside his Pokeball. "I guess so," she groaned, "You were always better than me, anyway," she sighed.
Tom walked over to her, and stopped within arm distance of her. "You beat me once, remember?" Tom said, trying to make Jen feel better.
"Yeah, but that was just once. You're a hell of a lot better than I am," she sighed. Tom was surprised. He never thought he would hear Jen say that.
"You're pretty good yourself." Tom commented.
Tom and Jen got back into Jen's car, and they both headed off to Hydro City.
The Asylum's note:
We now return you to the normal side of PADS. Enjoy.
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Hydrobadge Saga
Chapter II- Beauty and the Tsaeb
Tom wore a solemn expression on his face. He had been like so for the last few minutes. Even getting a free ride in Jen's car wasn't cheering him up any. "Tom, something wrong?" Jen asked, leaning toward him.
"Huh? No, I'm fine," Tom whispered an answer.
"Well you sure don't look fine," Jen said, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. "Something's definitely bothering you, Tom."
"I was just wondering what Porygon's doing now," Tom finally sighed.
"Oh," Jen said in a soft low voice, "I suppose that's why you're so gloomy-looking." Jen concluded. "Hey, how about I turn on the radio Tom? That'll get your mind off Porygon." Jen suggested.
Tom sighed. "Sure, why not," he agreed.
Jen reached over to the center of the dashboard and flicked on a small switch. Instantly, the air was filled with a scratchy, staticy voice. Jen sighed, and then nestled herself back into her seat. They went on listening to some radio report for a few minutes. "Didja hear that, Tom?" She asked suddenly.
"Hear what?" Tom asked.
"They're doing a report on Skarmory flocks!"
"I haven't told you? I've always wanted to see a Skarmory."
"Hey, I have one-"
"Really?" Jen beamed, her face lighting up. Tom nodded.
"I'll show you her if you want, Jen," Tom offered.
Tom got out of the car the moment Jen had pulled over and stopped. Pressing a button on his trusty Pokedex, a Pokeball materialized into Tom's hand. "Is that her?" Jen asked, coming around the front of the car to Tom.
"Yep," Tom nodded as he expanded the Pokeball. Tom gently lobbed the ball out of his hand, where it landed on the grassy ground in front of him. The ball sprung open, and Skarmory emerged with a short flash of light.
"Skaaaaaaaaa!" Skarmory screeched. She stretched out her steely wings, creating a sharp squealing creak in the air as they moved. Jen walked up to Skarmory and rubbed the crest on her head. Skarmory was only a few inches taller than Jen was, and craned her neck down to Jen so she could pet her better. Jen sighed, and continued to caress Skarmory's smooth armour-like skin.
Just then, Skarmory perked her head up. "Skaaa..." Skarmory crooned, peering off into a nearby forest by the side of the road. Jen followed Skarmory's example and looked into the forest.
"What's up, Skarmory?" Tom asked his Pokemon, standing beside her.
Suddenly, the bushes at the foot of the forest began to tremble. "What do you suppose that is, Tom?" Jen asked.
"No idea, Jen," Tom replied, also looking at the shaking foliage.
A hoofed foot emerged from the shrub- then a leg and another hoof. A head produced itself from the bush, and then a four-legged figure trotted out from the bushes. Tom pulled out his Pokedex.
"Girafarig, the Longneck Pokemon." The Pokedex spat out blankly. "Girafarig is one of the more strange and rarer Pokemon."
Tom, Pokedex still in hand, cautiously made his way over to the Girafarig. The Pokemon made a short playful neighing sound, and trotted over to Tom. The Girafarig's head found it's way under Tom's hand and received a gentle stroke.
"Wow, that's a really friendly Girafa- Girafri-" Jen said, trying to remember the Pokemon's name.
"-Girafarig." Tom corrected her. Tom moved his hand down Girafarig's neck, and then down his back. As soon as Tom's hand passed from the yellow fur on the Girafarig's back onto the black fur on the rear half of his body, a large row of sharp teeth came at him, snapping with its jaws at Tom in front of his face.
"Shit!!" Tom yelped in surprise, springing backwards in shock. Tom aimed his Pokedex at Girafarig again.
"Girafarig has two different brains. It's main brain is on it's yellow half, while it's other brain, on the black half of it, has a separate sub-brain in a head on it's tail. The two brains operate completely different of each other. The main brain has a friendly, compassionate personality, while the other half is irritable and hostile. Often, the sub-brain will bite at anything that comes near it. Still, the main brain controls all bodily functions, while its counterpart only controls the tail."
"God, what a messed up Pokemon," Jen said in disgust. As soon as Jen said this, Girafarig's head sagged, obviously emotionally wounded by Jen's remark. Then, his other head perked up on its tail and started furiously snapping its jaws at Jen.
"Really, Jen." Tom said sternly, looking at Jen. Then, Tom turned back to Girafarig. As Tom was about to pet Girafarig again, Girafarig suddenly stepped back, avoiding Tom's hand. Girafarig lowered his head and took a wide stance, snarling at Tom. "Uh oh..." Tom muttered, aiming his Pokedex at Girafarig again.
"However, both of the brains communicate with each other quite well. Often, the submissive, softer main brain will be overrun by the aggressive sub-brain when provoked."
Tom looked at Jen again. "Yup. She's provoked him alright," Tom thought to himself.
Just then, Skarmory stretched her wings, flew a little into the air, and landed in front of Tom, separating him from the Girafarig. Skarmory straightened herself out, and glared at Girafarig. Skarmory then turned her head and looked at Tom, and bucked it sideways. Tom put his hand on Jen's shoulder. "I think she wants us to back off." Tom suggested. Jen nodded, and together they hastily made their way over to the side of Jen's car.
When Skarmory turned her head back to look at Girafarig, she saw Girafarig closer than she saw last time. In fact, she saw him ram her with his head into her gut, a Headbutt attack. Skarmory stumbled back a few steps, almost completely unaffected by Girafarig's assault. Girafarig on the other hand, stood still, shaking his head, trying to clear the internal ringing bells. Girafarig's head bounced off Skarmory's steel-like skin like air on a wall. Before Girafarig could regain his senses, Skarmory flew high up into the air, and game hurdling down onto Girafarig, a Fly attack. Girafarig whinnied as a shriek, and fell onto it's right set of knees. Skarmory then outstretched her left wing, and slammed it into Girafarig's face, her Steel Wing assault.
Then, Girafarig's eyes began to glow. Suddenly, a huge ball of energy generated from Girafarig's forehead, and launched itself into Skarmory. Skarmory gave a loud screech, and was sent flying backwards. When Skarmory got back to her feet, Girafarig turned around, letting his other head open it's jaws and let out a large beam of energy from them. The Psybeam slammed into Skarmory, sending it spiraling backwards again.
While the two Pokemon attacked each other, Tom put his gloved left hand to his belt, and pulled off an empty Pokeball. "You're not going to catch that Girafarig, are you?" Jen asked, seeing a gleam in Tom's eye.
"Why not?" Tom smiled confidently to Jen. "Alright Skarmory, Sky Attack!"
Skarmory flapped her wings, then settled down onto the ground. Then, her body began to glow an orange-like hue. Skarmory then began to draw in all of her energy into her, and focusing it on Girafarig. Girafarig used this time to send another speeding blast of as Psychic attack onto Skarmory. But this time, Skarmory simply lifted her wing, letting the blast sail by her.
The Psybeam suddenly collided with Jen's car, and a large poof of smoke and a large crash sent Tom and Jen to the ground. When the smoke cleared, Jen's mouth dropped open in shock. "M-m-my car!" She gasped. The car's door was blown off, and most of the paint on the side had melted away.
With a sharp creak, Skarmory shot her wings open. With a mighty flap, Skarmory lifted herself into the air with amazing speed. Skarmory went so far high up that neither Tom, Jen nor Girafarig could see her. Then with a faint screech, Skarmory sent herself speeding down to the ground, aimed right for Girafarig. Girafarig tried to move out of the way, but was unable to avoid Skarmory's steely beak before he could move. With a pained cry and a fresh bleeding wound on his cheek, Girafarig collapsed to the ground.
Tom quickly enlarged his Pokeball, and hurled it at Girafarig. The ball hit Girafarig on his side, and the ball zapped him up. The ball rocked violently on the ground for a few moments. Then, the ball stopped it's convulsing. Girafarig was caught.
Tom quickly rushed over to the ball, and scooped it up in his hands, whereupon it was teleported to the Ionica Professor's laboratory.
"Nice work, Skarmory," Tom said, congratulating his Pokemon.
"Kaaar!" Skarmory cawed again as she was zapped back inside her Pokeball.
"Shit!" Jen cussed. Tom turned around to see Jen in the driver's seat of her ruined car. "It's totaled," Jen hissed.
"I'm really sorry, Jen" Tom said, trying to calm Jen down. Jen took a deep breath, and sat down in the driver seat. "What are you doing?" Tom asked.
"Not what I'm doing. What you're doing," Jen said. "You push. I'll steer," Jen said.
Tom was about to argue, when he decided it was best not to contend with Jen's flammable temper. Tom sighed, and plucked a Pokeball from his belt. He opened it up, and out came Machamp. Together, Machamp and Tom got behind the car, and began to heave it out onto the road, onward to Hydro City.
The Asylum's note:
*A moment from the Asylum's decision-making process*
What should I update today? DBZ Chapters, Mr. T, or PADS? *closes eyes, throws a dart on a dartboard on the wall*
*dart lands on a section maked "PADS"
Better get started then...
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VI- Hydrobadge Saga
Chapter III- Hell Washes Over
Tom collapsed on the bumper, exhausted. "Return..." Tom wheezed as he zapped Machamp back inside his Pokeball. Jen opened the door of her car and hopped out. "We're here," Jen said cheerfully, "Hydro City!"
"Yeah... whatever..." Tom breathed hard, resting on the trunk of Jen's car, "you get your car fixed... I'll challenge the gym leader here," Tom said, trying to catch his breath as he heavily staggered off to the local gym.
"See ya' around then, Tom," Jen said, waving him off.
Tom swung open the large doors to the Gym. The blinding bright lighting of the inside met his eyes as he walked down the wide hallway. "Hello?" Tom called out, his voice echoing through the empty battlefield.
"Hey there," A soft voice called out to him in reply. Tom soon saw a figure produce itself from the side of the room out of a free-walking doorway. A tall, slender female strode into the light, "Who are you?" she asked, brushing her long blonde hair aside with her hand.
"Tom. And you?" Tom asked.
"Samantha. What brings you here?" she said, putting her hands on her waist, right by the edge of her torn-made jean shorts, which barely covered anything above her hips. Tom couldn't resist staring at her short shorts; he had no idea that there we shorts out there that were so revealing. "What's up?" Samantha asked flirtatiously. Tom instantly snapped out of his daydreams.
"Nothing," Tom sheepishly replied.
Then, Tom remembered why he had come here. Quickly zipping out a Pokeball from his belt, Tom enlarged the ball, and opened it up. The red beam of energy that shot from the ball soon took shape and materialized into Ampharos. "Ampharos!" the Pokemon cheered joyfully.
"An- electric type?" Samantha stammered.
"The name of the badge you offer is called the 'Hydrobadge,' right?" Tom asked Samantha, a smug grin on his face. Samantha weakly nodded. "So I figured that means you use water types!" Tom concluded.
Samantha suddenly lost her shocked expression, and shrugged. "Whatever," she sighed to herself, "You want my badge, come get it."
With that, Samantha took out a minimized Pokeball, and enlarged it without hesitation. Within instants, a large Kingdra was standing before her. Oddly, the Kingdra was just standing on his tail, completely out of the water. Samantha took a small remote control like device out of her other pocket.
The ground began to rumble underneath them. The floor seemed to spread apart, further and further, revealing a large pool full of water underneath the battlefield. Tom had to quickly back step a few meters to keep himself from falling inside. When the placid pool was finally fully exposed, seven small rectangular platforms popped out from the bottom and into the surface. "Well?" Samantha asked Tom, "You game?"
Tom nodded. "Let's dance."
Samantha looked down at her Kingdra and nodded at him. Kingdra promptly hopped into the pool, wading waist-deep below the surface. Ampharos followed suit, and ambled onto the nearest of the seven platforms on the pool. "Straight two-on-two okay for you?" Samantha asked.
"Sure." Tom replied.
"I've gotta' warn you, Tom," Samantha said slyly, "I'm not going to go easy on you. My Pokemon are the toughest ones in Hydro."
"That's okay with me," Tom replied back, rebounding Samantha's remark, "I won't show you any mercy either. I never do to anyone."
"Kingdra, Hyper Beam!" Samantha ordered her Pokemon. "Ampharos, Blast it with a Zap Cannon!" Tom commanded Ampharos.
Ampharos hunched over and raised his fine fur into hackles, little sparks and bolts of electricity cackling and zipping around him. Before Ampharos finished charging enough electricity for his assault, Kingdra had already sucked in enough air into his body. Letting it all out in one large bellowing breath, Kingdra shot an insanely large bright beam of energy from his mouth, aimed right at Ampharos. The beam crashed into Ampharos dead in his gut. Ampharos let out a scream of pain, the beam knocking him over, almost into the water. Kingdra, bent out of shape and totally exhausted from the massive Hyper Beam, just sat in the water, breathing heavily, hardly able to move. No sooner had Ampharos recovered from the massive blow, Ampharos screeched again, and let out an enormous surge of electricity- almost as absurdly overkill as Kingdra's Hyper Beam- aiming it for Kingdra. However, with Ampharos charging so much electricity into one single concentrated blast, Ampharos could hardly see where he was aiming it. The blast sailed right by Kingdra, missing him by a good three feet. "Fuck," Tom growled to himself. Ampharos collapsed to his knees, wheezing, a bead of sweat dribbling down his forehead.
Suddenly, Kingdra disappeared under the surface of the water. Ampharos quickly jumped to his feet, searching for the whereabouts of his foe. Kingdra was nowhere in sight.
Suddenly, Kingdra popped his head out from the water, right between Ampharos and Tom. "Kingdra!" Samantha ordered, "Ice Beam!"
Kingdra again sucked in a deep breath, and blew out a thin beam of ice at Ampharos. Barely having enough time to turn around to face Kingdra, Ampharos was hit in the side by the blast. Ampharos staggered to the side, almost tripping over the edge of the platform and into the water. "Kingdra! Headbutt!" Samantha commanded her Pokemon.
With amazing agility, Kingdra leapt out of the water, heading straight for Ampharos. Kingdra's double-pronged head slammed into Ampharos', sending both sailing into the water and below the surface. Tom bit his lip in anxiety. Soon, Kingdra's head popped out of the water. Ampharos soon surfaced- face down and motionless- floating on the surface. "Ampharos!" Tom yelped, leaping onto the platform, which Ampharos used to occupy. Tom pulled Ampharos from the water and into his arms. Ampharos was still alive, breathing weakly and knocked out cold.
Tom worriedly zapped Amparos back into his Pokeball. Putting back that Pokeball onto his belt, Tom quickly produced another. And within seconds, Primeape was standing on the platform Ampharos was on. Samantha sighed, and zapped her Kingdra back into his Pokeball. Soon, she had a new Pokeball taken from her pocket, and opened it up. From the red flash of energy shooting from the ball came a Starmie. With a quick spin of its rear spines, Starmie launched itself into the water.
"Primeape, Cross Chop!" Tom ordered his Pokemon.
"Starmie! Take Down!" Samantha commanded Starmie.
Starmie spun its hind fins again, and launched itself out of the water, headed straight for Primeape. Starmie hit Primeape square on the nose, sending him reeling backwards. However, before Starmie could escape to the water again, Primeape viciously slammed both fists onto Starmie's sides. Starmie screeched in agony, falling back into the water, sinking below the surface and out of sight. Primeape took time to rub his bloody nose while looking for Starmie, hopping from platform to platform.
Suddenly, Starmie popped out of the water and stood right behind Primeape. Then, the gem in Starmie's center began to flicker and sparkle. Starmie looked smaller all of a sudden. "No doubt a Minimize..." Tom muttered to himself.
"Starmie! Flash!" Samantha ordered her Pokemon.
"Primeape, cover your eyes!" Tom yelled as quick as he could when he heard Samantha's tactic.
But it was too late. By the time Primeape could even move, Starmie's gem generated a blinding flash of light. Tom quickly turned his head away, shielding his eyes with his jacket. When it was over, Tom rubbed his sore eyes, trying to get a clear picture of the battle scene. Primeape wasn't so lucky, he had his eyes shut tightly, rubbing them vigorously.
"Use a Body Slam, Primeape!"" Tom called out to Primeape.
Primeape, eyes half shut from the Flash, leapt into the air, attempting to land on top of Starmie. However, Starmie quickly sidestepped with its lower spines, allowing Primeape to land harmlessly beside it with a gr und-shaking rumble.
"Starmie, Hydro Pump!" Samantha ordered her Pokemon.
Just as Primeape was about to stand up, Starmie aimed it's top spine at him, and let loose a massive blast of water at him. Primeape was knocked clear off of his feet, and sent skidding across the water like a smooth stone. Primeape finally landed on the floor beside Tom, on his back and dazed. Groaning, Tom knew what that meant- Primeape was defeated, and so was he.
-End for now...
The Asylum's note:
BOO-YA! finally updated it! Repostin's a bugger.
Wha? Oh yeah, Tom lost again. This is what...his fourth loss? Poor boy...
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VII: Hydrobadge Saga
Chapter IV: Low Tide
Tom sat gloomily in the Pokecenter lounge chair, his eyes scanning the floor which he stared at listlessly. Tom sighed, remembering whenever he went to heal his Pokemon at a Pokecenter, Porygon would be sitting right beside him on the floor, if he wasn't damaged. "Where are you, Porygon?" Tom mumbled to himself.
Tom nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand pat him on his back. "Jesus, don't scare me like that, Jen," Tom grumbled when he saw who had approached him.
"You lost, huh?" Jen asked sympathetically. Tom only nodded his head once.
"I didn't battle at all when I was in Mega City, Jen. Four months of no fights and I've lost my edge." Tom grumbled ot himself. Jen chuckled and sat down beside Tom.
"Remember when we hated each other? No matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't beat you?" Jen smiled, trying to cheer Tom up.
Tom only sighed, and straightened up in his seat. "I think my Pokemon have also lost that edge in four months too, Jen." Tom said placidly.
"Hey, I'll sharpen them up for you then, Tom!" Jen cheerfully suggested.
"Really?" Tom asked, snapping out of his depression.
"Sure! Unlike somebody I know," she said, winking at Tom, "I've been battling straight since I started training."
"Thanks, but no thanks Jen," Tom said, "I'd like to beat that Gym leader here soon as I can," Tom muttered.
"Oh, use mine then Tom." Jen sighed.
Tom could have gagged. "What?" Tom asked in disbeleif.
"Go ahead, use mine," Jen repeated herself, "You could train them better than I ever could." Jen took out her purse, reached inside, and took out three shrunken Pokeballs. "These are Clefable, Snorlax and Stantler, my best three." Jen said, placing all three balls into Tom's hand.
"You got a Stantler? When?"
"Oh, a long time ago."
Tom reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his trusty Pokedex. Playing a little button-tag on the small device, Tom soon pulled up a data file on the Stantler.
"Stantler, the Big Horn Pokemon." The little Pokedex spat out blankly. "The Stantler's curved antlers subtly change the flow of the air to create a strange space where reality is distorted. Illusions and hypnosis have been known to happen whenever a Stantler is nearby."
"That's it?" Tom asked himself.
"However," continued his Pokedex, "Stantler are known for thier power. When travelling in herds, they have been known to stampede, trampling anything in their paths."
Tom quickly grinned. "Time for a rematch."
"Come back for some more?" Samantha asked when she saw Tom walking down the hallway of her Gym.
"Let's just get this over with." Tom droned placidly, holding a minimized Pokeball in his palm. Samantha sighed, and took out that same remote control she had from her pocket. With another press of the button upon the remote, the floor reopened, revealing that same pool in which Tom had met defeat only a day ago.
"Best out of three, like last time Tom?" Samantha asked.
Again, Samantha held a tiny Pokeball in her hand. Quickly enlarging it without hesitation, she lobbed the ball into the pool. With a flash of light from the bottom, Kingdra's head popped out from the surface. Tom gazed at the Pokeballs Jen had given him. Tom took one of them n one hand, and shoved the other two into his jacket pocket.
"Come on out, Clefable!" Tom ordered his borrowed Pokemon.
"Clefable!" the Pokemon cried as she leapt out of her Pokeball, hopping onto one of the pool's protruding platforms.
"Hey, I recognize that Clefable," Samantha muttered.
"Kingdra," her Kingdra agreed.
"Hey, you wouldn't know a trainer by the name of Jennifer, would you Tom?" Samantha asked.
"Jen? Yeah. So?" Tom asked.
"Nothing, nevermind. Let's just battle."
"Kingdra, Headbutt!" Samantha ordered her Pokemon. Kingdra took in a deep breath and then lunged at Clefable.
"Clefable, Light Screen!" Tom commanded.
Clefable drew an imaginary square in the air, and instantly the air inside that square turned foggy with mist. Kingdra's body flew into the near invisible wall, and stopped in his tracks with a loud thud, totally halted by the Light Screen.
"Clefable, Double-Edge!" Tom commanded.
Clefable crossed her arms in an X-formation and threw herself at Kingdra. The force of the impact sent Kingdra skidding backwards, skipping across the pool's surface like a smooth stone, and landed windless in front of Samantha.
"Holy shit," Samantha gasped. Samantha zapped her Pokemon back inside her Pokeball with disbelief. In an instant, Samantha held another Pokeball in her hand. "Now you're gonna' get it, Tom!" said Samantha, "Go, Starmie!"
Another flash illuminated the room, as Samantha's Starmie leapt free of it's Pokeball and dove into the water. Starmie then leapt out of the water and landed on one of the platforms.
Tom recalled Clefable and dug into his jacket pocket. His hand came out with another Pokeball, and he opened it up. "Come on out, Snorlax!"
The absurly rotund Pokemon materialized from the red glob of energy that shot from the Pokeball. "Laxxx..." Snorlax grumbled and yawned.
"Snorlax! Headbutt!" Tom commanded with confidence.
Snorlax yawned, and lay flat.
"You- you don't know... that... do you?" Tom weakly asked. Snorlax yawned again. "Okay then... Double-Edge!"
Snorlax still lay motionless.
"Aw, c'mon!" Tom groaned, "Anything?"
Snorlax was still lounging about lazily.
"Okay then, sleep!" Tom ordered. Snorlax was still in deep slumber. "Good Snorlax," Tom weakly chuckled.
Samantha groaned. "I s'pose I win this one," she murmured, recalling her Starmie.
Grumbling, Tom zapped Snorlax back inside his Pokeball. Both Samantha and Tom stimultaneosly sent out their third Pokemon.
"Go Stantler!" Tom commanded.
"Go Wartortle!" Samantha commanded.
Stantler and Wartorle glared at each other. They both exchanged threats and taunts in their own languages. "Stantler, Hypnosis!" Tom commanded.
"Wartortle, Withdraw!" ordered Samantha.
Stantler's large antlers began to glow, and the little brown ball mounted inside each curved antler shot out a wave of psychic energy at Wartortle. Wartortle qucikly hid himself inside his shell, letting the waves of Hypnosis bounce off his shield-like shell like pebbles.
When the assault was over, Samantha yelled, "Wartorle, Ice Punch!" Wartorle popped back out of his protective casing, and generated a thick coat of ice around his fist. With a boost from a Hydro Pump shot from the back of his shell, Wartortle shot towards Stantler with his icy fist, and let him have a frozen punch on his chin. Stantler roared as a spray of ice smeared over his face as Wartortle threw another Ice Punch, catching him upside the cheek. Stantler quickly recovered from the blow, lowered his head and smacked Wartortle away with his antlers.
"Now Stantler," said Tom, "Skull Bash!"
Stantler stamped the ground and lowered his head, bracing himself for his assault. When Wartorle got back to his feet, Stantler met him with a running charge, tangling Wartortle in his antlers. With a mighty swoop of the neck, Stantler sent Wartorle into a powerful slam into the ground on his back. "War," Wartorle groaned weakly. His grumbling soon became a cry of anguish when Stantler finished off his Skull Bash attac by driving his forehead into Wartortle's soft belly. Wartortle vomited a glob of blood before he passed out.
Tom nearly died with joy. Samantha stood in her spot in disbelief. "You won," she murmured. Samantha soon got over herself and zapped her bruised Wartortle back inside his Pokeball. Samantha sighed and dug up the remote control in her pocket. She clicked the little button on her device, and the floor reconvened back to it's original state, the pool neatly concealed under it. "You are tough after all," Samantha admitted. She walked over to Tom, and placed a small plastered object in Tom's hand.
Tom looked at the tiny thing. It was a perfect miniature sculpture of a gigantic tidal wave.
Just as Tom turned to leave, Samantha quickly put her hand on Tom's shoulder and turned him back around. "Where're you going in such a hurry?" she asked, smiling.
"Um, to heal my Pokemon," Tom weakly spat out. Her hand on his shoulder nearly drove his brain into a frenzy.
"Well, I used to be a Pokemon nurse. I'll take care of them," she said, giving Tom a lightning-quick wink. Tom's cheeks flushed red.
When Tom found Jen, he was surprised to find his current six Pokemon tearing into each other. Fire, water and ice were blasting all over the park where Jen stood, watching them intently.
"Oh, there you are, Tom," said Jen as Tom walked up behind her. Tom looked at his Machamp, who was in the heat of a duel with Hitmonlee. Machamp's four arms were sailing through the air like bullet trains, Hitmonlee quickly swerving his body this way and that dodging his commrade's attacks. Dodrio and Typhlosion were having a battle, Dodrio running circles arounf Typhlosion, who was trying to torch the feathered freind with Flamethrower attacks. Tentacruel and Mantine were flinging globs of toxins and blasts of water at each other, while Kangaskhan and Primeape were playing a game of wrist-cracker. "I figured that the best sparring partners for them would be themselves, so I figured it'd be okay with you," Jen hummed.
"Yeah," Tom sighed, returning Jen's Pokeballs.
"Y'know, this is how I train my Pokemon Tom," said Jen, "Keeps 'em in perfect shape."
"Huh," Tom mused, "So how are they doing?"
"Fine! I showed them a thing or two!" Jen smirked.
Suddenly, Clefable's Pokeball bouced out of Jen's pocket, hit the ground, and out popped Clefable. "Celfaaaa-ble!" she called out with cupped hands. Machamp quit his sparring match with Hitmonlee and cranked his head to see Clafable running to him.
"Champ!" Machamp said as Clefable leapt into his four burly arms.
"Things still haven't changed much," Jen sighed, half in dream land, watching Machamp and Clefable take turns sweet talk in each other's ears. Hitmonlee, now without anyone to train with, crossed his legs and sat down, grumbling.
Just as Tom and Jen zapped their respective Pokemon back into their Pokeballs, a little phone's ring buzzed from Tom's jacket pocket. Tom took out his cell phone, pressed a button, held it to his ear and said, "Hello?"
"Tom!" It was Sabre's worried voice on the other end, "Are you okay?"
"Sure," Tom said, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Tom, Larry's gone!"
Tom gulped. "He-?"
"Uh-huh, and he's not too happy that you sent him to prision."
Tom was speechless. Jen caught the worried expression on his face. "Tom, what's up?"
Tom gagged. "N-nothing!"
"What?" Sabre asked on the other end of the phone line.
"Who's Sabre?" Jen asked.
Tom quickly covered the mouthpeice of his cell phone. "Someone from Mega City," he quickly spat out, putting his phopne back to his ear.
"-ming your way for sure," was all Tom heard Sabre say.
"What?" Tom asked.
"I said, Larry's out of prision now, and he's coming your way. He took Laura's Sizor with him," she said grimly. "If I were you Tom, I'd run- get out of whatever town you're in now. Fast."
"Will do Sabre," Tom said, stuffing the phone back into his pocket.
"Who's Larry?" Jen asked.
Tom gagged again. "Um, someone."
"No duh," Jen rol ed her eyes. "What's with you when I say Mega City?" she asked.
Tom's eyes darted around, looking for an excuse. "I can't possibly tell her what really happened," Tom's brain screamed at him.
"Hello? Earth to Tom?" Jen asked agian.
"Nothing? What are you-?"
Suddenly, Tom felt an icy cold hand grip his. In a flash, he found himself on the outskirts of Hydro City. "Gengar!" a familliar voice said.
Tom turned around to see Krystella and her Gengar standing behind him. "Rather rude girl, isn't she?" Krystella chuckled.
Tom breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, thanks Krystella. I owe you," he siad as Krystella and her Gengar vanished again.
Tom sighed to himself. "Who ever said Pokemon training was easy ought to be shot."
-(this is not the)End.
The Asylum's note:
Whoo-boy! When was the last time I updated PADS? Last year? no? Well, sure seems like it...
-The Asylum (Mewfour)
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VIII- Zerobadge Saga
Chapter I- For Whom the… Dog Barks…?
Tom’s foot kicked the little pebble along the road, sending it skittering all over the rough gravel path and off into a ditch. It was quite dark outside, Tom yawned. He needed a line-change of Pokemon and some sleep. He whipped out his trusty Pokedex and pressed a few buttons on its console. Three of his six Pokeballs stuck to his belt vanished, and three more appeared in their place. Tom stuffed his Pokedex back into his jacket pocket and plucked off one of the three new Pokeballs from his belt, and promptly opened it up. With a blinding flash of light, Yanma was hovering in mid-air before him. “Hey Yanma,” said Tom, “D’ya’ think you could see where Zero City is?” Yanma nodded and fluttered up into the sky as Tom continued on walking. Soon, Yanma returned to Tom, and pointed his antennae in one direction.
“South, huh?” Tom asked his Pokemon.
Yanma nodded. “Yan!” he squeaked cheerfully.
“How far is it?” he asked.
Yanma’s large eyes blinked twice. “Two kilometers, eh?” Tom asked again. Yanma nodded again.
Suddenly, Yanma threw himself into a mid-air barrel roll violently. “Really rough terrain, huh?” Tom asked. Yanma again nodded.
Tom looked over his shoulder. “Wonder what Jen’s doing right now,” he asked himself, “And I wonder what Larry’s up to.” Tom grimaced at the memory of his escapade at Mega City with the Rockets. “Bloody lucky to be alive,” Tom murmured, rubbing his neck, “again.”
Suddenly, a loud howling echoed over the rocky road, stopping Tom and Yanma in their tracks. Yanma’s antennae perked up."Yan!” he shrieked, staring at a large boulder a few meters from the roadside.
“You’re right, Yanma,” Tom muttered, “It did come from there.”
A glowing pair of red eyes peered out from the side of the large rock, staring right at Tom and Yanma. Trotting of paws filled the air as the eyes advanced on the duo from the darkness under the night sky. Growling and snorts could be heard from the menacing creature of the night as it neared Tom and Yanma. Tom leaned his head closer to Yanma. “Yanma, if it gets too close, get it with a Take Down.” Yanma nodded. Tom quickly dug his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small penlight. He screwed the cap onto the light, and a thin beam of light illuminated the darkness. He shone the light at the advancing creature. It bore two demon-like horns on its head, and it looked like a wild dog, jet-black fur glimmering from the penlight. Tom again pulled out his Pokedex.
“Houndoom, the Devil Pokemon,” his Pokedex said, “the evolved form of Houndour. Like Houndour, Houndoom communicates in special barks, which only themselves and their pre-evolution can understand. Houndoom have been known to be highly aggressive, and will attack anything entering its territory. Approach with extreme caution.”
Tom gulped. The Pokedex seemed to spew truth as the monster stopped right in front of Tom, his hackles raised and hissing madly. “Yanma,” Tom asked his Pokemon, “Did you see a Pokemon nest anywhere here?” Yanma weakly nodded. “Crap,” Tom groaned.
Tom was soon separated from his companion by a wall of fire shot from Houndoom’s mouth. Tom was almost blinded by the flash of fire. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Yanma pinned to the ground by Houndoom’s front paws. Tom was about to reach for another Pokeball, when Houndoom quickly swung his head around and let out another blast of fire at Tom. The Flamethrower attack seared Tom’s Pokeball belt. Tom grabbed a Pokeball anyway and tried to open it up. All of his Pokeballs was welded shut. "Shit!” Tom cursed.
Suddenly, Yanma’s body began to glow. Yanma let out a deafening scream and unleashed a large blast of energy at Houndoom, knocking the devilish dog off him. “Yanma!” Tom gasped, “I never knew you knew Solarbeam!”
Yanma nodded. “Yan!”
Houndoom had gotten back to his feet, muttering and hissing. “Yanma, blow him away! Solarbeam!” Tom commanded.
Yanma nodded, and stared into the sun. Yanma hovered in the air on one spot, never shifting his gaze from the sun. Houndoom lunged at Yanma again, tackling the small dragonfly Pokemon and pinning him down. Tom was about to intervene, until Houndoom craned his neck and gave him a warning growl. Tom poked his tongue through his missing tooth space. “Don’t want to do that again,” he thought to himself.
Yanma screeched again, and let out another blast of solar energy. The Solarbeam smashed into Houndoom’s jaw, knocking the Pokemon over to his side. Houndoom breathed wearily on the ground. “He’s a perfect catch now,” Tom thought. He reached for one of his empty Pokeballs, and then remembered that they were all seared shut by Houndoom’s Flamethrower. “Yanma!” Tom called to his Pokemon, “Skull Bash this Pokeball open!” he commanded, enlarging the ball. Yanma nodded, and Tom threw the Pokeball at Yanma. Yanma charged at the Pokeball and collided with it head-on, smashing the ball open and knocking it back to Tom. Tom wound back his arm, and hurled the Pokeball at Houndoom. “Pokeball, go!”
Houndoom looked up just in time to see the Pokeball hit him in the face. Within instants, Houndoom was zapped inside the Pokeball.
The Pokeball shook violently for a few seconds on the rocky ground, and soon became still. Tom ran over to his newly captured Pokemon in his Pokeball, scooped it up, and transported it back to the Ionica Professor. Tom, with Yanma’s help, smashed open the rest of his Pokeballs, and continued down the road to Zero City.
-End (or is it…?)
The Asylum’s note:
So, Yanma actually survived a battle with a Houndoom…. Pretty wild twist there, huh?
-The Asylum (Mewfour)
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VIII- Zerobadge Saga
Chapter II- Revenge
“Tom! It’s Sabre!”
Sabre’s voice sounded very frantic on the other end of Tom’s cell phone. “Larry’s up! That’s what!” she said quickly.
Tom froze in his tracks. “Larry! Where is he-?”
“Some tipster said he just left Hydro City! And he gonna’ be headed your way!”
“Shit,” Tom groaned. “Sabre, what should I do?”
“Lay low for awhile,” she answered, “Or run to wherever you’re going. Fast.”
Tom grimaced. “Are you going to be…?”
“Yeah, me and Jason will be there soon. We just left Mega City. Tom, keep alive.”
“I’ll try,” Tom grimaced. “Anything else?”
“Besides the fact that Larry wants to kill you, nothing else.”
“Alright. Goodbye, Sabre,” Tom said gloomily.
“We’ll be there soon as we can. Bye,” said Sabre.
Tom shoved his cell phone I his jacket pocket. “Damn those Rockets,” he growled. Tom quickly whipped out his Pokedex from his jacket and pressed a few buttons on it. Five of Tom’s six Pokeballs vanished from his belt. “Take care of them, professor,” Tom murmured, looking at his one remaining Pokeball.
Suddenly, Tom heard a faint rattling sound behind him. Tom looked over his shoulder down the rocky gravel road. A storm of dirt clouds was being kicked up and rapidly traveling towards him. Tom whirled around just in time for a blazing streak of red to swoosh by him. The mighty gust of wind nearly spun Tom over. The crimson blur stopped right behind him and took form. Tom’s blood ran cold when he saw the familiar insignia wrapped around the left arm of the now-visible shadow. It was a Sizor, wearing a Team Rocket band around his arm. Mounted on his back was Larry, in Team Rocket uniform and all, who hopped down and faced Tom.
“Hello again, Tom,” said Larry, bearing an insidious smirk on his face, “I don’t think you ought to be alive.” Tom took a fist-fighting stance. “No need for hostilities, just give me your Pokemon, and I’ll leave you alone,” said Larry.
“Fuck off!” Tom snarled back.
Larry sighed. “I don’t think I can kill you,” Larry sighed, “Because I do believe that you are already dead.”
“Your point?” Tom growled.
“I don’t believe in dead men walking,” Larry replied with a growl. “Hand over your Pokemon now.”
“I’ll say it again: fuck off!” Tom roared.
Larry pulled out a sleek revolver from his pocket, and walked within an arm’s reach of Tom. “I’ll put a hole in your other hand if you don’t,” he threatened, “Last chance.” Tom gave Larry the one-finger salute. “Fine then,” Larry growled, aiming the gun at Tom and squeezing the trigger.
Tom violently jerked his body backwards and swiftly kicked his leg up; his steel-capped boots smacking Larry in his knee. With an anguished cry, Larry dropped the gun and fell to his good knee. Tom quickly got to his knees and reached for Larry’s weapon. Larry’s hand shot out and grabbed Tom’s gloved hand. With a sharp swinging of his shoulder, Larry tossed Tom away about a good five feet.
Before Larry could grab his gun, Tom got back to his feet, ran over to Larry, and kicked the gun far away along the gravel road, the gun bouncing and skittering all over the ground. “Don’t just stand there Sizor!” Larry barked at his Pokemon, “Kill him!”
The Sizor nodded, and opened his claws. Tom quickly dashed away from Larry, grabbed his one Pokeball, and opened it up. “Khan!” roared the emerging Pokemon. Tom left the empty Pokeball on the ground.
It was merely an eye’s blink before Sizor and Kangaskhan tore into each other. Larry had gotten back up, and was running to retrieve his pistol. “Oh no you don’t!” Tom shouted, pouncing on Larry and tackling him to the ground belly first. Tom sat on top of Larry, and shoved his face into the gravel road. Larry’s raw strength far outmatched that of Tom’s as he easily rolled over and swatted Tom off of him with his elbow. Larry got to his knees and made a scramble crawl to his gun. Again, Tom lunged at him and pinned his chest to the road. Not even taking time to wipe his bloody nose, Tom gripped Larry by the hair and slammed his face into the rocky road repeatedly. Larry soon repeated his escape, knocking to clear off his back. Larry finally made it to his pistol, only to have Tom kick the weapon out of his hand again. Larry wound back his shoulder and gave Tom a brutal punch to his face. Tom was knocked down by Larry’s brute strength, but not before he shot out his leg and kicked out Larry’s injured knee. Soon, Tom was on top of Larry again, rifling punches left and right on Larry’s face.
Sizor had Kangaskhan pinned to the ground. Sizor raised his claw and jabbed it at Kangaskhan’s face. Kangaskhan tilted his head just in time to narrowly miss Sizor’s Metal Claw attack, and responded with a Thunderpunch to Sizor’s face. Sizor was knocked off of Kangaskhan, Kangaskhan got back to his feet. Kangaskhan balled his hand into a fist, and it soon sparkled with flames. As soon as Sizor got up, Kangaskhan charged at him, wielding his fiery fist. Kangaskhan nailed Sizor on his cheek- Sizor smashed his closed claw into Kangaskhan’s cheek in return.
By now, Larry had finally managed to writhe himself free of Tom’s pin, and tossed the young man off. Larry rolled over to his stomach and rubbed his bloody and swollen face. Tom groaned, and began pampering his cut lip and broken nose. Larry got to his knees again, and made a mad dash on them to his weapon. Tom quickly gave chase to Larry and threw his arms around Larry’s muscular body. Tom’s response was a fierce punch to his face. Just as Larry was about to grasp his gun again, a ball of Kangaskhan and Sizor crashed in front of him, knocking the gun further away.
Sensing his moment, Tom quickly dove for the gun, grabbed it, and stood up. “Hold it!” he cried. Sizor, Kangaskhan and Larry froze. Larry looked down at his feet. Kangaskhan’s empty Pokeball was at them. “Larry, call off your Sizor,” Tom ordered.
“Sure,” Larry smirked. “Sizor, get out of the way.”
“What?” Tom murmured.
Sizor bolted beside Tom as Larry raised his foot and kicked the Pokeball into the air. The ball hit Kangaskhan in the face. With an anguished roar, Kangaskhan was zapped back inside the Pokeball.
Quickly, Tom rushed over to Sizor, threw his arms about his neck, and pressed the barrel of the gun to Sizor’s head. Larry quickly scooped up Kangaskhan’s Pokeball and held it in his hand.
“Give me back my Kangaskhan Larry,” Tom breathed, his cut and bruised face drenched in his and Larry’s blood, “Or I’ll kill your Sizor!”
“You let my Sizor go,” said Larry with a smirk, “Or I crush your Kangaskhan in this Pokeball.”
“You can’t,” Tom said defiantly. “Those things are made of-”
Tom’s words were cut short as Larry gave the Pokeball a little squeeze; the ball fizzled with shorting-out circuitry.
“Well?” asked Larry, “How about it?”
“How about it to you?” Tom asked, “Don’t you care about your Sizor?” Tom asked with a grin, poking the barrel of his gun deeper into the side of Sizor’s head.
“Nope,” Larry replied casually.
“Sizor!” the Sizor gasped.
Tom bit his lip. “You win,” Tom said, releasing Sizor.
“Smart kid,” Larry crooned. “Now give me the gun.”
“Give me my Kangaskhan first,” said Tom.
Larry groaned, and gave the Pokeball another squeeze. The ball fizzled and sparked again.
“Alright!” Tom gasped.
“No, then again, put the barrel of the gun in your mouth,” said Larry, a perverse grin spreading across his face. Tom did as he was told. Larry dropped Kangaskhan’s Pokeball and kicked it aside. “Kill yourself,” he ordered. Tom froze. “Kill yourself!” Larry screamed. Tom shut his eyes tightly, and began to squeeze the trigger.
A sudden outburst from a familiar female voice made Tom halt his forced suicide. Larry, Sizor and Tom turned their heads to see a large black truck speeding towards them, Sabre leaning out of the passenger side window. The van stopped in front of the trio, Sabre hopped out of the van wearing her trademark Yanma shirt. Jason leapt out of the driver side seat, his muscular body’s hands holding a large machine gun in his hand. “You’re through, Larry,” Jason said, pointing the semi-automatic at Larry. Sabre dug her hand into her jeans’ back pocket and pulled out a small pistol, aiming it at Sizor. Tom followed suit and aimed Larry’s gun at him.
Larry looked around. He and his Sizor were beaten. “Alright, you got me,” Larry chuckled underneath his breath. He raised his hands into the air.
Jason and Sabre quickly walked behind Larry, Jason took out some handcuffs from his belt. Just as Jason took Larry’s hands to bind them, Larry quickly spun around and gave Jason a brutal elbow smash to his temples. Jason was bowled over by the blow. Sabre dashed at Larry trying to help her partner, when Larry turned around and effortlessly swatted her aside. Just as Tom was about to fire his pistol at Larry, Sizor suddenly crushed the barrel of the gun in his claws. “Time to go Sizor!” Larry barked at his Pokemon. Sizor nodded, and took to the air. Sizor swooped over Larry, and picked him up by his shoulders. The pair soon disappeared into the sky.
“Oh no you don’t!” screamed Sabre. She took a Pokeball from her belt and tossed it to the ground. The Pokeball popped open, and out came a Pidgeot. Sabre and Jason quickly hopped on the back of the giant bird. “Pidgeot, after him!” Sabre cried. Pidgeot cawed, flapped her mighty wings, and was soon in full chase of Larry and Sizor in the sky. The trio soon dissolved into the sky as well.
Tom tucked the broken gun in his jacket pocket. Tom began to look around for his damaged Pokeball containing Kangaskhan, when he heard another familiar voice call to him from the truck, “Looking for this?”
Tom turned his head to look at the truck, and he saw Laura. Her golden blonde hair was still as long and flowing as it had been before. In her hand she held Kangaskhan’s Pokeball. “What are you doing here?” Tom barked.
“I was- just here to help,” Laura weakly replied.
“Well if I wanted your help, I’d have asked for it,” Tom rudely replied, walking up to Laura and snatching his Pokeball. “You Rockets really do turn on each other.”
“Rocket!” Laura gasped, “I’m no Rocket!”
“Said the bitch that killed me in the first place,” Tom growled, attaching his Pokeball back to his belt, “Stole my Pokemon and Pokedex,” Tom continued.
“I’m not a Rocket anymo-”
“-Killed Sabre, mugging people at gunpoint, selling Pokemon for profits, dumping bodies in rivers,” Laura was sent into tears. “Stole Porygon… once a Rocket, always a fucking Rocket,” Tom growled.
Laura sobbed as she climbed back into the truck and slammed the door tightly shut. Tom heard the locking click of the doors and weeping. “Serves her right,” Tom muttered, as he turned around and headed south to Zero City.
The Asylum’s note:
Aww… why did Tom have to be so mean to poor widdle Lau-wa? Well, I’d be pretty pissed off to if someone killed me…
-The Asylum (Mewf0ur)
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VIII- Zerobadge Saga
Chapter III- Some Things Never Die….
Tom rubbed his sore side through his worn leather jacket. He felt like his ribs had split apart down the middle of their bones. “Fucking Rockets,” Tom growled to himself. He rubbed his throat, remembering his escapade at Mega City as he traveled down the dirt road towards Zero City. Suddenly, something within Tom sagged. “Porygon, where are you?” Tom asked himself, rubbing his itchy eyes.
“There you are!”
A sudden shriek from behind Tom made him whirl around. It was Jen, and she was in her convertible car, driving towards Tom and stopping beside him. “How’d you disappear like that?” Jen demanded an answer, “And what happened to your face?”
“I teleported,” Tom smirked.
“Yeah, and I’m Houdini,” Jen said sarcastically with a sting. “What is it with you and Mega City?”
“Nothing,” Tom spat out quickly.
“Right,” Jen groaned, “Spit it out.”
“Nothing…really,” Tom weakly replied.
“Come on, Tom,” Jen sighed, “What is it?”
“Oh, for the love of- what is it?”
“Nothing!” Tom roared. Jen jolted in her seat.
A few silent seconds passed between them. “Okay, jeez, don’t have to be so edgy,” Jen growled. “Wanna’ ride?” she asked, popping up the locks of the passenger side door.
“So, are you headed to Zero City too Jen?” Tom asked in the passenger seat of Jen’s car.
“Yeah,” said Jen, “I figured I’d meet an old friend who lives there.”
“Who?” Tom asked.
Jen looked sideways at Tom. “Not until you tell me about what happened in Mega City.”
Tom groaned. “Jen, just drop it okay?”
“Na-uh,” Jen spat out. “Let me guess, your girlfriend lives there?”
“N- wait, yes! That’s it! My girlfreind,” Tom said quickly.
“Problems?” Jen asked intrusively.
“Sure,” Tom said.
The subject of conversation suddenly ended right there, when as soon as the car approached a roadside tree, a large blocky shadow leapt out from behind the tree. Jen shrieked, slammed the brakes, and flung the wheel to the right. The large figure held out its hand and stopped the car effortlessly. Tom’s jaw dropped wide open when he recognized the figure.
“Rhydon!” the behemoth roared.
“Rhydon!” Tom gasped, “You again-!”
“Why doesn’t he look happy?” Jen weakly asked Tom, still shivering and shaken.
Tom hopped out of the car and stood in front of Rhydon. “Listen Rhydon,” Tom groaned, “Kangaskhan can’t fight you, and Porygon’s missing, so I can’t know what you say. So save us trouble and go away.”
Rhydon never laughed harder in his life. Tom could tell that Rhydon was still swearing madly at him.
“Tom, what’s going on?” Jen asked quietly.
“This Rhydon’s got a grudge with Kanghaskhan,” Tom said dryly. “He got a beating every time he challenged him. He never learns-”
Rhydon roared in anger, and slammed his foot down on the ground, shaking the earth beneath all three beings. Jen yelped as Tom held on tightly to the side of the car.
“I think I know what you’re saying,” Tom said to Rhydon, “but the answer is no.”
With a snarl, Rhydon shot out his hand and grabbed Tom by his collar. Rhydon’s stare burned holes through Tom as he held the human to his face. Then, without a half-thought, Rhydon tossed Tom away. Tom sailed through the air, and landed with a large thud on the ground in front of Rhydon. “Ouch,” Tom groaned, rubbing his hip.
Jen was about to get out of the car and sic one of her Pokemon on Rhydon, when Rhydon simply reached into the car, grabbed Jen by her Pokeball belt, and tore it off her waist. “My belt-!” Jen gasped. Jen was about to yell at the thieving Rhydon, until Rhydon shot her a sharp glare that fastened her to her spot.
Rhydon looked at the tiny Pokeballs on Jen’s belt, and then tossed them aside. Rhydon roared again, pointing at Tom. Tom wearily got back to his feet and wiped his and Larry’s blood off his face. Begrudgingly, Tom plucked off a Pokeball from his belt, enlarged it, and dropped it to the ground. The Pokeball rolled along the ground, and then popped open. With a spark of light, Kangaskhan materialized from the ball.
Rhydon needed no further provocation. As soon as Kangaskhan realized what was going on, he barely found time to shield himself from a rushing Headbutt from Rhydon. Kangaskhan grasped Rhydon’s drill-like horn just before it plunged into his stomach. With a cry of effort, Kangaskhan lifted Rhydon above the ground by his horn, pivoted on his heel, and slammed the behemoth on his back with a Seismic Toss. Despite his heavy girth, Rhydon bounded up to his feet from the attack and thanked Kangaskhan with a Mega Punch to the gut. While Kangaskhan was doubled over and wheezing from the assault, Rhydon sucked in a deep breath, and then violently exhaled a blast of fire from his mouth, kicking up a thick cloud of smoke around the two monsters.
Jen had to hop out of her car and dash beside Tom to avoid getting roasted by the flames of Rhydon’s Fire Blast. “Tom! Are you okay?” Jen asked frantically.
“I’m relatively fine,” Tom groaned, rubbing his swollen lip.
“You’re really trouble-prone, aren’t you?” Jen asked sarcastically, ignoring that battling behemoths momentarily.
Kangaskhan had Rhydon on the defensive now; Rhydon had his arms raised across his face to shield himself from the hailstorm of Dizzy Punches from Kangaskhan. “I hope they don’t get too close to my car…” Jen murmured.
To Jen’s dismay, Rhydon quickly shifted the balance of attacks and tried to slam his intermeshed fists down upon Kangaskhan with a Counter attack, instead having Kangaskhan dodge out of the way and end up smashing a large hole in the hood of Jen’s shiny red convertible.
“Not again!” Jen cringed.
From Tom’s perspective, it looked like Kangaskhan had the upper hand, up untill Rhydon suddenly smashed his fist into Kangaskhan’s gut with a brilliant flash of flames and a boom, landing a perfect Dynamicpunch. Kangaskhan keeled over and spat out a glob of blood.
“Kangaskhan!” Tom gasped. He and Jen watched in horror as Kangaskhan reeled again and again from Mega Punch after brutal Mega Punch from Rhydon. Tom had seen enough and was about to intervene, when he realized that having two missing teeth was not better than just one.
Suddenly, Tom’s brain gleamed from a sudden idea. Tom quickly slid behind the two giants, scooped up Kangaskhan’s Pokeball, and dashed back to the shocked Jen’ side. “You foolish-!” Jen gasped.
Tom ignored Jen and aimed his Pokeball at Kangaskhan and announced, “Kangaskhan, return!”
The thin red laser beam that shot from the Pokeball zapped Kangaskhan, and sucked him back inside his ball. Rhydon looked around for his foe, and then suddenly laid eyes upon Tom.
“He was already hurt before the fight Rhydon,” Said Tom angrily to Rhydon, “It’s not fair to him to continue.”
Rhydon laughed. “Rhyyyyyyyy,” he chuckled.
Tom minimized Kangaskhan’s Pokeball and stuck it back on his belt. Within instants, he held another full-sized one in his hand.
“Oh, I get it,” Jen said quietly to Tom, “You’re gonna’ try to catch him, aren’t you?”
Tom further ignored Jen. “Rhydon, you’re a coward,” Tom growled at the beast, “Picking on the weak!”
Rhydon roared with laughter.
“…And you’re taunting him like that to throw him off, aren’t you?” Jen chuckled, “You’re pretty sly, Tom.”
“Why don’t you pick on someone who’s not already injured?” Tom challenged Rhydon, jabbing his thumb into his chest.
Both Rhydon’s and Jen’s jaws dropped. “You’re crazy too!” Jen shrieked at Tom.
Rhydon just laughed again, and suddenly charged at Tom. With a scream, Jen dove clear out of the rampaging Rhydon’s path. Tom still stood there, awaiting the lumbering beast.
Suddenly, when Rhydon was almost within striking distance of Tom, Tom quickly dropped the empty Pokeball in his hand and kicked it in midair. The Pokeball sailed through the air, headed straight for Rhydon. Rhydon struggled to stop himself from moving and colliding with the speeding Pokeball, but his heavy armor-like body kept him skidding towards it. The Pokeball smacked Rhydon in the face, popped open, and zapped Rhydon inside. The ball fell to the ground and shook violently. And then it was still.
Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He wearily picked up the Pokeball, and then walked towards the trembling Jen, who had just rolled over after huddling and shivering on the ground for cover. “You- you- you crazy bastard-!” Jen spat out between fast-paced breaths as she wearily sat up, “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
“Sorry Jen,” Tom weakly sighed. Tom took Jen by the hand and helped her up.
Then, Tom showed Jen the Pokeball that contained Rhydon. “You caught him-?”
Before Tom could utter a word, the Pokeball began to shake once more. Suddenly, with a blinding flash of light, the ball sprung open. When the glowing light subsided, Tom and Jen nearly died with shock when they saw the angry Rhydon towering over them. Jen weakly trembled, and quickly slid away. Tom was frozen to the spot by Rhydon’s burning glare. Instead of sending Tom’s head off, Rhydon calmly knelt down, picked up the broken Pokeball from the ground, and stood up again. Rhydon held the Pokeball in Tom’s face for a while, and then crushed it in his hand. Then, Rhydon tilted his head and opened his jaws, and flicked the crushed Pokeball into his mouth and swallowed it whole. “Oh, shit,” were the only words that Tom could manage to mutter before Rhydon fiercely grabbed Tom by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him into the air. Rhydon glared angrily at Tom. Tom squeezed his eyes shut and began to mumble various prayers.
Before Tom could finish murmuring the Our Father in his head, he suddenly felt himself drop to the ground with a thud. Rhydon was hunched over him, with a twisted expression of shock and surprise on his face. Behind him, Tom could see a familiar long green tail slashing about behind Rhydon. “Ice Punch again, Feraligatr!” Jen’s voice commanded. With another thud, Rhydon’s body violently arched backwards with a roar of pain. Suddenly, Rhydon whirled around and smashed his forearm into Tom’s savior’s face, sending the alligator-like creature flying backwards. “Feraligatr!” Jen gasped.
Rhydon, sensing his immanent defeat and capture, turned on his heel and dashed off, quickly disappearing beyond the horizon. Tom soon felt a pair of hands help him back to his feet. It was the scaly hands of Jennifer’s Feraligatr, who took time to rub the blood away from his bloody lip. Jen was quickly standing at Tom’s side. “Tom! Are you okay?” Jen asked worriedly.
Tom groaned. “Still fine,” he murmured.
“Which is more than I can say for my car,” Jen whined, looking at her smoking car. A small fire had just erupted underneath its hood.
All three of them wearily trudged back to Jen’s totaled car, where Feraligatr spat a small glob of water on the small fire, extinguishing it immediately with a small squealing hiss. Tom sighed, and plucked another Pokeball from his belt. Opening it up, Tom’s trusty Machamp popped out and stood beside his trainer. Tom got behind Jen’s car and put his hands on the bumper. “Machamp,” Tom groaned. Machamp and Feraligatr gave their respective moans of complaints, then tiredly joined Tom behind the smashed convertible and placed their hands on the bumper beside Tom. Jen sighed, and hopped in the drivers seat.
-End (for now, heh heh heh….)
The Asylum’s note:
Yay! Another chapter! Go me! Go me! Go me! Ha ha ha ha ha….
-The Asylum (Mewfour)
Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Style!
Saga VIII- Zerobadge Saga
Chapter IV- Frozen
"You really should take better care of yourself," Nurse Joy sighed, dabbing at Tom's bloody nose with a small cotton swab. "A man your age with injuries like this could be a problem later on when you're older."
Tom sighed. "How are my Pokemon doing?"
"Fine," Joy hummed, preparing a band-aid for Tom's cut chin. Tom and Joy were in a small office, with numerous bloodstained Kleenexes littering a nearby counter. "Joy?" Tom suddenly asked.
"Yes?" Joy answered softly.
"Have you seen a Porygon anywhere around here?"
Joy paused, and lightly nibbled on her lower lip. "I've seen a Porygon Two," she finally said, "Its trainer brought it in just last week. Why?"
Tom sighed, and put his trench coat back on. "Nevermind."
"Well, you're a new face," said a female voice as Tom walked into the brightly lit Pokemon Gym.
"Are you the gym leader here?" Tom asked the voice, looking around the empty Gym as he stepped into the battlefield room.
"Yep," said the voice, as a tall slender teenage girl casually walked out from a hallway adjacent to the battlefield. She had her long icy blue-dyed hair tied up in a braid, with icy blue lipstick to match. Once Tom got a good look at her, he noticed all she wore was colored the same pale hue- spring jacket, t-shirt, long blue-jean pants- everything.
"It's kinda' cold in here, isn't it?" Tom said for lack of anything better to say, cuddling his chest in his arms.
The girl shrugged. "It's not so bad once you get used to it," she sighed. "Besides, my Pokemon like it freezing in here."
As soon as she said that, Tom's brain sparked. "An Ice-type user," he thought to himself.
"I could make it colder in here if you want," she offered.
"No, I'm fine," said Tom in almost a whisper with his teeth lightly rattling against each other.
The girl reached behind her back and pulled out a shrunken Pokeball. "My name's Collie. What's yours?"
"Tom," Tom replied, taking out a minimized Pokeball of his own.
"How about a first faint match?" Collie suggested, juggling her Pokeball with her fingertips.
Tom sighed. He couldn't shake his mind off Porygon. "How about something else?" Tom asked.
"Sure, whatever," Collie shrugged. "How about a two-on-two then?" she asked.
Without thinking, Tom nodded a yes.
In a flash, Collie held two Pokeballs in her hand and enlarged them. When they sprung upon and the flash of light exploded from inside, a Jynx and a Cloyster were standing in front of Tom.
Suddenly, the air became even more frigid. Tom wrapped himself in his arms with his jacket even tighter now. Tom looked up to the rafters of the Gym, and fount two or three large ventilation fans blowing snow and a chilly breeze over the battlefield room. "Aren't you the least bit cold?" Tom asked Collie, shivering.
She shrugged. "No."
Tom soon mustered up enough courage to grab another Pokeball from his belt, maximize the two he now held in his hand, and let them open with a brilliant flash. Standing before him was Primeape and Pinsir. As soon as the chilly air met them, Primeape and Pinsir shivered.
"You may want to set your Pokeballs to automatic recall," said Collie, taking out her Pokedex and pressing a few buttons before stuffing it back into her jacket pocket. Tom did the same with his. "This way, we won't have to interrupt the battle when someone gets KO'd."
Primeape and Pinsir looked at each other, and then stared at their rivals. Cloyster and Jynx stared down their opponents as well. Collie sighed. "Do what you like, guys," she said calmly.
Almost as soon as Collie said this, Pinsir and Primeape looked at Tom. Their eyes loosely resembled those of whining puppy Pokemon. "Oh, fine," sighed Tom. Primeape and Pinsir cheered in their own languages, and slapped each other a high-five.
"Ready?" Collie asked with confidence.
"Whenever you are," replied Tom.
"Then go!" she yelled.
No sooner had Collie exclaimed so, Cloyster dove at Tom's duo of Pokemon. Primeape barely had time to narrowly avoid Cloyster's speeding body. Before Cloyster could alter his course, he found himself in the unforgiving grip of Pinsir's claws. And seconds later he found himself on the floor from Pinisr's bone-shattering Seismic Toss. Fortunately for Cloyster, his rock-hard shell absorbed most of the impact of Pinsir's assault, and he sprung back upright as soon as he hit the ground, and counterattacked with an Aurora Beam. The Aurora Beam sped into Primeape, knocking the Pokemon onto his back.
Jynx sighed, and sat down. It was going to be a long battle, she concluded.
Furious over being chilled by the Aurora Beam, Primeape gave a furious war cry, and charged at Cloyster. The shellfish Pokemon simply shut its shell closed, letting Primeape bounce right off of it. As soon as Cloyster reopened his shell, He saw Pinsir standing in front of him. Cloyster soon realized the mistake of opening his protective walls when Pinsir had him in his crushing claws once again.
Jynx was still sitting on the corner of the battlefield, humming to herself.
Collie sighed. "Jynx, aren't you going to try and help Cloyster?" Jynx shook her head. "Yeah, I s'pose Cloyster is strong enough to take on both of them."
Suddenly, Cloyster violently flung its shell open, forcing Pinsir's claws apart and letting him slide down her back. As soon as Cloyster landed on the ground, he spun around to face Pinsir and tightly slammed his shell shut- trapping Pinsir's left arm inside. Pinsir squealed in agony as she desperately tired to wrench her arm out of Cloyster's Clamp attack. The more Pinsir tried to wriggle out of Cloyster's shell, the tighter Cloyster held on.
Suddenly, a sharp snap was heard echoing throughout the battle room. Pinsir screamed in agony. Just as Primeape got back to his feet, Cloyster released Pinsir, and Tom gasped with horror when he laid eyes on Pinisr's hand. Her skinny bony wrist had shattered, dangling limp from her forearm. "Pinisr!" Tom gasped.
Suddenly, Pinsir's Pokeball on the ground sprung open and a beam of recall light shot from it, zapped Pinisr, and the Pokemon was sucked back inside her ball.
Jynx leapt to her feet and cheered. "Excellent one, Cloyster!" Collie congratulated her Pokemon. "Sorry about your Pinsir, Tom," she snickered.
Tom was irritated. "Primeape, Cross-Chop!"
Primeape snorted in acknowledgement, and dove at Cloyster. "Cloyster, withdraw!" Collie commanded.
"Cloysssssster!" Cloyster grinned, shutting his shell tightly closed. Primeape leapt in front of the Cloyster, and smashed his hands on either side of Cloyster's shell. Primeape squealed in pain when his hands hit, and he began to rub them vigorously. Just as soon as Cloyster reopened his shell, Primeape executed another Cross-Chop with such force behind it that is slammed Cloyster's shell shut again. Again and again Primeape furiously chopped at Cloyster's shell, faint banging sounds could be heard echoing within. When Primeape finally stopped his assault, Cloyster's shell sprung open. Its eyes were rolling about in their sockets, and Cloyster looked like he just had a bout with motion sickness. "Cloyyyyyyy..." he groaned, and was zapped back into his Pokeball automatically moments afterwards.
"Uh oh," Collie presently trembled. "Um, Jynx... Ice Punch?" Jynx trembled as well.
Tom could tell that Collie had not fully trained her Jynx to Gym Leader level yet. "Primeape, Fire Blast!"
"Oh no!" Collie gasped as Primeape exhaled a large blast of fire from his nostrils. The fireball soon formed into a crude stickman, and Jynx frantically tried to scramble out of the way. Unfortunately for her, the Fire Blast smashed into Jynx's side, blowing her over onto her back, charred and smoking.
"Jynx!" Collie cried with grief as her Pokemon was zapped inside her Pokeball. Primeape gave a cry of victory as Tom zapped him back into his Pokeball.
"I knew I should've trained her better," Collie moaned.
"What do you mean?" Tom asked her as he walked over to her end of the battlefield.
"I just got Jynx last week. I just wanted her to get some battle experience," Collie sighed.
"Hey, if your other Pokemon were as strong as that Cloyster, you'd have beaten me easily," Tom said. "So, I s'pose I really don't deserve that badge of yours..."
Instead, Collie reached into her jeans pocket and took Tom's hand. In it, she placed a Zerobadge. "A win is a win," she said, "And you've won."
The Asylum's note:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Collie should've known better than to rely on just one Pokemon on a two-on-two! She almost won tho... but still....
-The Asylum (Mewfour)