Another superb chapter, plus you finally got GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK in there.
You can't ignore his girth.
Another superb chapter, plus you finally got GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK in there.
You can't ignore his girth.
Haha. I love the TRio. The characters are growing so deep, it amazes me that you can handle all of these over-arcing subplots so easily. They really do seem to come alive when you describe their actions so vividly. I also felt that the emotion in this chapter was very powerful.
There were a few grammar errors, and wrong words here and there, but nothing that totally impeded the read. (ie "donned", not "dawned".)
All I know is that I need the next chapter soon!
I just spent the last few hours reading all the chapters. And I must say that you're a really great, talented writer. I can easily say this is one of the best fanfics I've ever read.
First of all, excellent plot. I liked the idea about the tournament from the start. That was very creative. Not to mention the big plot about the Boss' world domination. Both plots are very well thought out, and you did a very good job switching the focus between them. I'm eager to see how things will develop further.
Next, the characters. I think they're one of the main strong points of your work. I like how you portray the mental changes they went through over the years, rather than just taking them out of their anime context and putting them in your story. But despite all the maturing and growing up they've done, they somehow still retain their original selves in a way, as seen with Brock's flirtatious nature, Misty's stubborness etc. I also like how you explained what happened to them in the meantime, giving them backgrounds that complement their developments.
The one that stands out the most to me is definitely Ash. The way you portray him is just brilliant. He's somehow still the Ash we're used to from before, yet he's different. He still cares deeply about his Pokémon and human loved ones. He is still a devout trainer, trying to fulfill his dream and getting closer than ever before to reaching his ultimate goal. The changes he is going through due to his age, such as noticing girls, make an appealing, intriguing part of the story. Well done.
Your writing style is incredibly good. It's very fluent, which is important. It shows that you carefully choose your words, and the result is a more than solid text. The way you describe things is very appealing for me; I just couldn't stop reading. I'd especially like to point out the battles here. Your descriptions are very accurate and detailed, and I could easily visualise everything I read. Even though some parts are a bit "juicier" than the others (such as Dawn's dream about Ash), they actually fit in perfectly. They make for the more serious, realistic part and together with other elements make the story even more believable and also appealing. The way you handled those parts requires a skilled writer.
Your story is full of emotions. They range from excitement to joy, from love to extreme sadness. You balanced them all very well. You didn't exagerrate, and yet you captured all the emotions perfectly. Especially with showing how the characters deal with what they feel.
The elements of humor, many of them familiar to us from the anime, add a nice touch, also important when it comes to the whole story. Together with those of action and suspense, of course.
There were a few minor grammatical errors, but anyone can make mistakes like that, especially while handling all the other story aspects. (I probably made quite a few wrting this post, actually.) But they weren't very common anyway.
Now, to sum up. There are really no complaints. What you're writing is an incredible piece of work. I'm more than glad you asked me to read it. You've really got talent for this. Please, keep up the good work. I'll be looking forward to future chapters.
I'm sorry if I made this post too long by analysing everything that much, but your writing simply inspired me to do so. It was a real pleasure reading your work.
Finshed reading the rewrite and came up with a new term to describe your writing.
Flourescent Purple Prose. And you do it (99%) well.
Currently writing Hoenn Wars, a Travelsverse fic that needs no prior Travelsverse knowledge to understand. Chapter Seven, Sacrifice, is up.
^Someone's first impression of TVTropes.That's interesting; I might have a look when I have the time. Thanks!
EDIT: Oh my god, these are too many links! Very specific...
About the grammar isues: sure, there were a couple of mistakes every now and then. And grammar is of course very important. But don't go overboard with focusing on the grammar; as you said, it's hard to keep the plot straight. My advice is this. Write a chapter and when you're finished, read it through and look for any mistakes you might have made. Don't try correcting things like misspellings and other errors as you write. It might distract you too much and get you confused. But as I already said, you didn't make that much mistakes. It's still highly enjoyable, to say the least.
I give it a 4.5 out of 5. The way you portray the characters is different than in the anime, they have more emotions and feelings than int he anime, you also hav ea way to grasp the reader. But there is something I didn't like is the fact that sometimes you describe a little too much, it's good to describe stuff but at times you describe more than what you should, one other thing is that this is both good and bad, you use different words from what normal people do, but not everyone knows the meaning of the words, and it's a bit annoying to have to stop reading just to look for that word.
The plot also seems to be a bit slow but other than that it's good. I like to know what Professor Willow knows about Ash's dad and also why Lexie came back, I wonder if it has something to do with her sister maybe she went ot ask Ash for help.
Also, when are the Pokemon Misty saw in her dream back in Sapphier City going to appear again?
Yeah at times there is a lot of description, but it's better than having too little in my humble opinion. Sure it's nice to imagine on your own, but all too many of these fics on here, you don't even know what's going on.
Yup definitely agree with you guys. Like I've said, one of my main flaws is my longwindedness as I call it. I need to learn how to be more concise and keep the plot moving. I'm trying to get better, but there are a lot of plot twists and things I have to set up. Anyways, thanks again all who have read!
I noticed the 'purple prose' but I for one like a little of that. Sometimes it drags on a but but the meat of the story and the mystery of the plot more than makes up for it. Anxiously awaiting the 17th installment.
Here is Chapter 17! Thanks in advance to all who take the time to read. I would really appreciate your opinions, thoughts, criticisms, etc. after you are done :)
“Dr. Namba, how are we doing?”
A spindly man with a bushy brown mustache wearing a white lab coat sat in front of his glowing computer screen. He was feverishly typing away at the keyboard as he responded to his boss's question. Dr. Namba replied without ever looking away from his work.
“I think I'm in, Boss! The Porygon-Beta computer virus Professor Moss created seems to be working.”
The Boss felt a burst of adrenaline flowing through his veins. At last, the moment he had been planning towards for years was nearly here.
“Very good, Namba. It better work. It took that bitch the better part of a year to finish creating this virus.
“Well, she definitely knows her stuff,” the crusty scientist commented as he continued to type away on the computer's keyboard. “This program is so complex and powerful... amazing! I've finally finished tapping into all world's the major telecommunication satellites. The Porygon-Beta virus is currently infecting their computerized security systems… if everything goes right, it should be able to successfully jam all outgoing digital and analog signals and give you total control of the airwaves.”
“Excellent,” the boss replied, sounding pleased as he stood behind his employee and looked over his shoulder at the computer screen. “So that means I’ll be able to transmit my signal to all the world’s televisions?”
“Yes, Sir,” Dr. Namba replied gleefully. “Porygon-Beta gives you complete control of essentially the entire world's communication infrastructure. With one push of a button, we can control T.V., radio, internet in any way we want. It should be very easy to block all other programming and broadcast your message to everyone across the globe.”
“Very good!” the boss exclaimed. “This virus is much more powerful than the one we infected Sapphire City's security system with. If this works, Namba... you're in for a handsome raise!”
“I'm not worried about money, Boss,” the mustached man said as he stopped typing and turned to face his employer. “All I want is a spot on your team as you resurrect the 'Rocket' name and lead us to world prominence. Ever since my early days when I worked with the old regime, I've wanted to take the organization further than simple thievery and other petty crimes. I've always thought we were capable of much greater things.”
“And right you are, Namba,” the dark haired man in the suit replied. “We are capable of much greater things... and it all starts right now! Very soon, the world will know just how powerful we have become! And don't you worry, Namba, you are already making immense contributions to our cause. And I assure you, it will not be forgotten.”
“Yes, sir! Let us do Giovanni proud.”
The boss nodded and placed an approving hand on Namba’s shoulder. After a moment, he grunted in approval and turned to exit the laboratory, which was still littered with broken glass and other scattered pieces of metal. The suited man returned once again to his office and sat down behind his desk. His plan was moving along exactly as he had hoped. This pleased him to no end.
He flicked on the television and chuckled at the sight of the many thousands of screaming fans who were packed into Sapphire Stadium, knowing that at this time tomorrow, all his hard work would pay off. The entire world would soon know his name. They would soon witness the sheer power and terror of his Super Pokemon. And having no other choice, the entire world would soon bow and grovel at his feet.
“… And that will do it for tonight’s semifinal match! Lance, the defending champion, wins again! His Dragonite soundly defeats Wallace’s Milotic, giving the Dragon Master the win and a spot in the finals! That means tomorrow’s final championship match will feature Lance of Blackthorn City and the former Sinnoh League Champion, Cynthia… in what will undoubtedly be one of the most-watched sporting events in history!! So be sure to tune in tomorrow… our coverage begins at 9 A.M.”
The boss’s excitement was reaching extreme levels. He could barely sit still. He took out another cigar from his jacket pocket, but before lighting it, he leaned over and punched a few buttons on his intercom.
“Yes, Boss?” a voice answered after a few seconds.
“Agent Cortez… It’s time. Move your men out and get into position. Tomorrow morning… we strike!”
The next morning, Ash and Pikachu awoke to the soft chirping sound of pidgey and spearow outside and the beautiful sunrise peeking in through his bedroom window. At first, opening his eyes and seeing the familiar blue and red-painted walls of his bedroom seemed a bit strange. Ash had spent so much time on the road over the years, that waking up in his own bed didn't feel normal. But once both pokémon and human had become fully coherent and began to stretch their limbs, Ash noticed the wonderful aroma of bacon and eggs frying in the kitchen.
With his stomach growling as usual, he dressed quickly and ran downstairs with Pikachu scampering behind him. When they arrived in the kitchen, they were both surprised to see Lexi, already dressed in her typical blue tank top and short white shorts, standing in front of the stove tending to the eggs, bacon, and hot cakes. Even though Ash knew that Lexi had spent the night in his living room with the rest of his friends, it was still a bit strange to see someone he had essentially just met cooking breakfast in the house he had grown up in. It became even stranger when he thought about the very unusual relationship he had with this girl.
Ash's mother was seated at the kitchen table along with Brock, Max and the three other girls.
“Good morning, sweetie! Good morning, Pikachu!” Delia said with a smile. “Lexi offered to cook breakfast for us! Isn’t that sweet of her?”
“Uh… yeah,” Ash said, sounding confused.
"Pi-Kah-Chu!" the mouse happily greeted Ash's mother and the others. He then scurried over to where Piplup and a few other of the gang's pokémon were crowded around a large bowl of food, which Brock had undoubtedly prepared.
“Morning, Ash!” Lexi turned and said cheerfully when she noticed that he had arrived. “How did you sleep?”
Ash didn’t notice Misty and Dawn scowling between themselves at the table. Ever since they had noticed how close Lexi and Ash had been last night and how the two of them hadn’t returned inside until well after midnight after spending hours together on that picnic table, they hadn’t taken too kindly to Lexi. After all, they had never even seen this girl before, and now she was acting like she and Ash were the best of friends all of a sudden.
“I slept well, I guess,” Ash answered. He sat down at the table next to his mother and cautiously poured himself some orange juice. He was now just noticing the nasty looks he had been getting from the two girls seated next to him.
“That’s good,” Lexi gushed happily as she walked back and forth between the stove and the table, dishing up and carrying plates two-at-a-time and setting one down in front of each person.
“How about you, Lexi?” Ash asked, talking with his mouth full of eggs and ignoring his mother, who was glaring at her son for his lack of manners.
“Oh, not bad. Thanks again, Ms. Ketchum for letting me stay the night. I really should think about heading back home soon, perhaps after breakfast. I don't want to be a – OUCH!” Lexi grabbed her hand after clearly burning it on the hot pan sitting on the stove.
“Lexi!” Ash shouted with concern. He immediately jumped out of his chair and ran to help her, nearly knocking Misty over in the process. He instinctively grabbed the girl’s hand to inspect the burn. “Are you okay?”
Lexi looked shocked at Ash’s reaction. Her bright green eyes sparkled like emeralds as she blushed slightly. Ash continued to hold her hand and guided her towards the sink. He ran some cold water from the faucet and held her hand underneath it to sooth the burn.
“How’s that?” he asked after a few seconds.
“Uh… it feels a lot better now. Thanks, Ash.” Lexi said sincerely. She still looked surprised at how quickly he had rushed to help her, but thankful nonetheless.
“Brock, do you have any of that aloe lotion stuff left?” Ash turned and saw his friends stunned reactions. “What? What are you guys looking at?”
Delia was grinning, apparently with pride over how gentlemanly her son had just acted. Brock, May and Max had looks of surprise on their faces, but eventually returned to their breakfast. Misty and Dawn however, looked beyond bewildered and not at all pleased. The group finished their breakfast and Delia shooed them into the living room, saying that she would handle the clean up since Lexi had been kind enough to cook.
Max plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote control right away. He turned the T.V. on just in time for the start of the coverage of Lance and Cynthia’s world championship battle. Everyone but Ash and Lexi seemed excited to watch the epic match between the two larger-than-life superstars.
“Aren’t you gonna watch the match, Ash?” Max asked when he noticed that his mentor didn’t seem too thrilled to see what was on the T.V. "It's the championship!"
“Nah, I don’t think so,” he replied, obviously still a little sore over being eliminated by Lance, who was now in the final. “But it’s okay. You guys go ahead.”
“Well, we don’t have to watch it, Ash,” Dawn said from her seat on the couch.
“What? You aren’t gonna watch the final?” Gary said as he suddenly walked into the living room dressed in his familiar black polo.
“Oh, hey Gary,” Ash greeted him then said a little sadly, “Nah, I don’t think I want to see it.”
“Well, if you’re not gonna watch… what do you say, me and you have a battle then? Kinda like old times, ya know?” Gary suggested, tossing a pokéball up into the air, then catching it.
Ash’s eyes lit up instantly, as did Max’s.
“Well, all right! Let’s do it! We can battle in the backyard,” Ash said excitedly.
“Hey! Can I battle too, guys? I really wanna show you guys my pokémon!” Max asked hopefully as he jumped up from the couch.
“I thought you wanted to watch the final, Max,” his sister reminded him.
“Well, I’m sure it’ll be rerun,” he replied, still excited over the prospect of battling with two of the finest trainers to ever come out of Pallet Town. “I’d rather battle!”
Gary and Ash looked at each other and chuckled at the boy’s eagerness.
“Sure, kid,” Gary said with a smile. “Why don’t we have a tag battle? Me and Max against… Ash and his new little lady friend, Lexi?”
Lexi and the rest of the gang looked a little shocked at Gary’s suggestion, but Ash was so excited to battle Gary after all these years that he didn't really care who he had as his tag partner.
“That sounds great!” he said, that familiar twinkle in his eye returning. “I mean… if you want to, Lexi. It‘s okay if you‘re a little rusty.”
“Yeah, don’t worry,” Gary assured her. “I haven’t had a serious battle in a long time. This is just for fun, anyways.”
“Well… sure, I guess. Good thing I brought this with me,” she said a little nervously as she took a single pokéball out of her shorts' pocket.
“Who's that pokémon?” Gary asked.
“Oh, you'll see,” Lexi said with a slight grin.
“Okay! Okay! Enough yapping,” Max said impatiently as he ran past the others towards the door. “Let’s go out and battle!”
“I’ll referee,” Brock said, standing up from the couch as well. “I can always catch the highlights of the match later, anyway.”
“Thanks, Brocko! Do you girls want to come and watch too?” Ash asked Misty, May and Dawn.
“No, thanks,” Misty and Dawn both said rather coldly, apparently still a little upset about how eager Ash had been to spend time with Lexi lately. They didn’t even look up from the T.V. It was the first time they had agreed on anything since the two had met.
“You guys go ahead,” May said, a little more civilly. “We’re gonna stay and watch the match.”
“Oh… okay, then,” Ash said simply and turned to follow the others out the door.
“All right! This will be an unofficial tag battle between the team of Gary and Max and the team of Ash and Lexi!” Brock said in a mock-referee tone of voice. “Each trainer will use one pokémon each. The first team to knock out both of their opponent’s pokémon is the winner!”
“All right, time to see if we still got it, Blastoise!” Gary shouted as he threw his pokéball out onto the field. His big, bulky shelled-pokemon stretched its limbs when it appeared, looking excited to battle once again.
Max followed as he too tossed his pokéball “Okay, Kirlia! I choose you!”
A small, white-bodied creature with skinny green legs and hair appeared on the field next to Gary’s Blastoise.
“Wow, Max!” Ash called out when he saw the boy’s pokémon “Is that…?”
“It sure is, Ash!” Max replied before Ash could finish. “It’s the Ralts we met on our way to Sootopolis City years ago! I went back for it the day I turned ten... just like I promised!”
“Hah! That’s awesome, Max!”
Ash felt happy for his young friend, and was impressed by him as well, but he redirected his attention to the battle.
“After you, Lexi,” Ash smiled politely at his partner. “Ladies first.”
“Haha, thanks Ash,” she said before throwing her ball out towards midfield. “Come on out, Jigglypuff!’
The marshmallow-shaped creature with its round, pink body appeared with a flash of white light. The pokémon certainly didn't look like much of a battler. It looked more like a stuffed animal than a fighter.
“Jigglypuff?” Max and Gary said in unison, both looking a bit surprised.
Ash, who had already known the pokémon Lexi would choose, followed suit and announced his first battler as he adjusted the navy blue baseball cap on his head.
“All right, I guess it's my turn... Pikachu! I choose you!”
“Pikah!” Ash’s ‘starter’ pokémon also scurried onto the field, feeling much less pressure than during its previous battle, but looking determined nonetheless.
“Okay, let the battle begin!” Brock shouted.
Ash started the action off by ordering Pikachu to strike Blastoise with a Thunderbolt.
In his mind, he prepared himself for the fact that he might have to really make up for Lexi’s lack of experience, since he didn't know if she was even a trainer or not.
“Piii… Kaaaaah… CHUUUUU!” The tiny Electric-type expelled an enormously powerful jolt of lightning from its body, which struck Blastoise head on like a crack of a whip.
Gary’s Water-type nearly dropped to its knees, but managed to endure the pain of Pikachu’s attack. Ash didn’t have a chance to pat himself on the back for his successful attack though, as Max quickly commanded his pokémon to counterattack before Ash or Pikachu could react.
“Kirlia! Use Confusion on Pikachu!” Max shouted.
With surprising speed, Kirlia bolted back and forth across the field, avoiding several of Pikachu’s defensive Thunderbolt attacks and unleashed a powerful telekinetic wave of psychic energy which halted the speedy rodent in its tracks. Instantly, Pikachu’s eyes became glazed over and it began to stagger around the field in a very disorientated manner.
“Pikachu! Snap out of it!” Ash pleaded, but Pikachu was too dazed to listen.
“Blastoise! Let’s take Pikachu out of this! Use Hydro Pump!” Gary called out, seeing his opportunity to swing the match in his team’s favor.
Blastoise gritted its teeth and shot two mighty jets of blue water from the twin cannons on its shoulders.
“Don’t worry, Ash,” Lexi shouted and quickly sprang into action. “Quick, Jigglypuff! Protect Pikachu!”
With impressive agility, Jigglypuff became nothing but a pink blur as it shot in front of Pikachu and bore the brunt of the high-speed rushing water with its bowling ball-like defensive curl. The attack didn’t appear to even phase Lexi's pokémon, aside from getting wet obviously.
“Now, use Hyper Voice!” Lexi shouted.
Immediately after Gary’s Hydro Pump ceased, Jigglypuff shot like a pink comet towards Blastoise and Kirlia. As it soared through the air, the pokémon took a deep breath and then unleashed an explosive eardrum-shattering shriek so loud and shrill-toned that everyone – even the trainers – had to stop and cover their ears.
By the time Gary and Max's pokémon had composed themselves, Pikachu had recovered from its confusion and shot like a bullet past his beach ball-sized teammate and towards their opponents. As Ash's pokémon scurried, he picked up incredible speed and began to glow bright yellow.
“Volt Tackle, Pikachu! Now!”
“Pika-Pika-Pika-Pika-Pika-Pika-Piiiikaaaaaah!” Pikachu cried as it bashed Kirlia with a electrically-charged head butt.
Max’s pokémon fell backwards from the force and landed on the ground hard before slowly propelling itself back up.
“Okay, Max,” Gary suggested as he and the younger trainer briefly huddled. “Let’s both try to attack Jigglypuff at once. Once we get it out of the way, we should be able to double-team Pikachu.”
“Blastoise! Skull Bash!”
“Kirlia, use Psychic!”
Simultaneously, Gary’s Blastoise lunged towards the bulbous normal-type and Kirlia conjured up another telekinetic wave of power, which it fired towards Lexi’s pokémon Both attacks looked to be on target, but Lexi remained strangely calm.
“Jigglypuff! Take a deep breath! Catch Blastoise!”
Max was amazed when he saw Lexi's Jigglypuff take a tremendously deep breath, expanding its body mass by almost double. Like an inflated balloon, Blastoise's massive skull bash attempt was harmlessly absorbed by Jigglypuff's soft, pillowy, and now air-cushioned body. Blastoise had been stopped in its tracks.
And in one swift motion, Jigglypuff grabbed onto Blastoise's shell with its stumpy arms and used it as a shield to block Kirlia’s Psychic attack. Blastoise was struck by the Max’s attack instead, and Jigglypuff then dropped the motionless pokémon to the ground.
“Blastoise is unable to battle!” Brock shouted.
“Oh man, Blastoise!” Gary cried out. “You okay?”
“Holy cow, Lexi!” Ash looked over at her with amazement as Gary returned his pokémon to its ball. “That was awesome! So much for being rusty!”
Lexi blushed and said with a sweet smile, “Oh, it was nothing. I got lucky.”
Ash gave the girl another rather suspicious look, but quickly regained focus.
“All right, Pikachu! Let’s show Kirlia our Quick Attack! Be careful to dodge –”
“ASH!!! ASH, COME QUICK!” The battle was interrupted by Dawn, Misty, and May’s collective blood-curdling screams from inside the house.
“Huh?” Ash and the others stopped the battle and looked over towards the house.
All three girls along with Delia were rushing towards them with looks panic and terror all over their faces.
“ASH!! COME IN HERE!!! YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!!! Misty screamed, sounding absolutely hysterical and horrified.
“What is it? I already said I didn’t want to watch the match. I don’t care who wins,” he said.
“NO!! It’s not that!! It’s horrible!!! HORRIBLE!!!” Dawn grabbed Ash by the arm and yanked him towards the house. She was in tears, and the looks on all the girls’ faces told him that this was serious, so he followed.
Everyone ran back into the house and Dawn led Ash to the living room. Her arm shook uncontrollably as she pointed at the television.
Gary, Brock, Max and Lexi’s eyes all grew wide with horror. Ash stood motionless at the television, unable to even believe what he was seeing.
“Oh... My.. God,” was all he could whisper as he tried to gasp for his lost breath.
The morning of the Pokemon World Champions League Final had been picture-perfect. The majestic, cloudless sky above the stadium was a dazzling shade of bright blue that mixed magnificently near the horizon with the golden sun as it rose.
Inside the spectacular coliseum, Sapphire Stadium, the excitement and hysteria had been electric. The capacity crowd of over a hundred thousand fans that were packed into the arena, not to mention the millions and millions of people who were watching on television, had all been anticipating a battle for the ages between two of the most famous and talented superstars in the sport.
There had been pandemonium inside the building as the crowd erupted in applause when Lance and Cynthia took the field and delighted the fans by putting on a breath-taking and dramatic battle, proving that both truly deserved to be in the championship.
But all that changed about half-way through the match when a suspicious group of dozens of men all dressed in black uniforms interrupted the match by storming the field from every entrance, looking very solemn and deliberate as they all marched in like they were part of some sort of strange parade.
Lance, Cynthia and their Pokemon all stopped and stared, obviously confused as to what this cavalcade of uniformed soldiers was doing on the field while their battle had been taking place. Almost instantly however, everyone in the arena, as well as everyone viewing the strange occurrence on T.V., soon realized the horrible truth. All the celebratory cheerfulness and excitement that had previously been bubbling throughout the stadium, which had quickly given way to stunned silence and confusion when the strange men appeared… now turned to a sense of sheer panic and terror when they began to make their intentions known.
More and more men in black appeared on the field from the entrance tunnels wielding automatic weapons and leading a large number of various fierce-looking pokemon alongside them.
Before anyone realized what had been going on, the soldiers all began wildly firing their machine guns in every direction up into the crowd, inciting sheer chaos throughout the entire stadium. The numerous brutish pokémon that had accompanied the soldiers did the same, firing various powerful attacks from the field into the stands like it was a shooting gallery.
Horrified screams and hysterical wailing filled the air along with the deafening sounds of explosions and gunfire. The entire ground shook like an earthquake from the power of those blasts in addition to the stampede of thousands of terrorized fans who had begun to run for their lives towards the exits.
Many unlucky souls never made it out. Rubble, debris and dust from the stadium flew through the air like a hailstorm as bullets and beams of energy peppered the stands, killing anyone unfortunate enough to be in their path. More and more black-clad killers bombarded the stadium, and more and more destruction ensued as the seconds ticked by.
Then finally, the largest and most ferocious creature yet appeared on the already-ravaged field, as a half-dozen heavily-armored men led it out of the north tunnel and into view. It was muzzled by a huge metal contraption fastened like a helmet over his head and leashed with heavy metal chains as it stomped. It created massive craters in the ground with every step. Its long, muscular tail whipped through the air like a tree limb. The men who were clutching the chains looked less than comfortable with how close they were to the monster.
The enormous bipedal creature looked like a pseudo-robot with how much strange metal armor it wore. Most notably, the creature had a brightly glowing orb fixed to its chest. The ball of blinding light, which looked to be the monster's heart, blazed an vibrant red color like a flashing police car siren. Its matching fiery red eyes were darting murderously in every direction as if it was having a hard time deciding what it should destroy first. The metal-masked beast nearly broke free from the huge chains around its slender neck as it looked eager to kill once it set foot on the field and sniffed the scent of blood and carnage in the air.
It’s screeching, resounding roar dwarfed any of the previous loud noises from the commotion. All eyes seemed to fall on the creature when it entered the stadium and plodded towards midfield. The mayhem seemed to pause briefly as a sort of stunned silence then overtook the entire venue. No one aside from the evil attackers had ever seen any pokémon like this before.
At about this time, a gallant brigade of over two dozen blue-uniformed police officers, led by Officer Jenny, charged the field along with a pack of Growlithe in hopes of stymieing the attackers. They surrounded the bloodthirsty pokémon, and the pack of furry orange and black-striped fire-types all barraged it with cooperative Flamethrower attacks.
But the towering beast just glared unrelentingly down at its pitiful opponents, completely unscathed by the attacks. The jewel in its chest began to glow even brighter, like a huge, smoldering red-hot coal. Then without anymore warning, it opened its powerful jaws full of dagger-like teeth, unleashed a deafening roar, and blasted a mammoth beam of energy down towards the feeble humans and their inferior pokémon. And as if the officers and Growlithe had been nothing but dust in the wind, the mighty red ray of immense power completely annihilated them from existence. Their bodies had completely disintegrated to dust. Only a charred crater of broken concrete remained where they had stood.
Lance and Cynthia, who were still on the field, looked more than alarmed at the sight of death, but also attempted to thwart the soldiers nonetheless. The blonde haired beauty from Sinnoh commanded her Garchomp to blast the murderous pokémon with its strongest Giga Impact attack. Lance’s Dragonite jumped in as well, firing a powerful Hyper Beam in the same direction.
Once again, however, the mighty beast was hardly affected by the twin-attacks. It whipped its massive head around to stare at both trainers’ pokémon with those evil red eyes peeking through the metal mask. And with another deadly flash of red, Dragonite and Garchomp met the same fate as the police.
Both trainers bawled with anguish at the sight of their beloved pokémon being destroyed, but didn’t have long to agonize. Almost immediately after, both Lance and Cynthia collapsed to ground when one of the soldiers’ Manectric paralyzed them with a jolt of non-lethal electricity. A small group of soldiers then tied up the two unconscious bodies and dragged them away through one of the tunnels.
With the cavalry of police out of the way and the two celebrity trainers captured, the terrorists were free to resume their carnage. The Killer Pokemon now set its sights on the still large number of panicked fans desperately trying to flee down the aisles of seats towards the exits. Like a cannon, the creature began to fire more deadly red beams of energy, this time out towards the stands. Each devastating shot exploded on impact, causing even more destruction of the once-beautiful stadium.
Huge sections of the stadium’s stands and outer walls soon began to collapse and crumble to the ground like a flooded sand castle. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of lifeless and bloody human bodies littered the area along with the concrete and metal rubble. Raging red fire and thick black smoke clouded the scene, and only added to the confusion and chaos.
As the massacre carried on, the rest of the world could only watch in horror as every terrifying moment had been captured on camera and broadcasted live to many millions of people across the planet. The screen shot violently shook from the impacts of explosions, and the broadcasters who had been calling the play-by-play for the match had apparently fled for their lives along with the spectators because their voices were now absent; only the resounding blasts and sounds of destruction could be heard over the telecast.
Back in Pallet Town, everyone in Ash’s living room stood (and sat) frozen in stunned silence as they had watched the entire horrific event unfold on the television screen. No one could utter even a word, they were so shocked at what they were witnessing. The inconceivable cataclysm in Sapphire City looked like something out of a big-budget action film.
But unfortunately, Ash thought to himself as he watched the T.V. with his mouth hanging wide open, this wasn’t just special effects or computerized graphics from a movie. The destruction, the despair, and the deaths they were witnessing… it was all too real.
The magnitude of what the group was watching had clearly hit them all, even young Max. Each of them knew that such a disastrous event would go down in history and would probably affect the entire world. Plus, if the creature they were watching was powerful enough to simply eradicate two of the most powerful pokémon in the world with as little effort as it had done so, Ash and his friends all knew that this was a very grave situation indeed.
“What is that thing!?” Max’s trembling voice finally broke the silence as he pointed at the T.V. from his spot on the couch, obviously referring to the killer pokémon
“Piii-Kaaah!” Pikachu cried out in horrified amazement from its position on its trainer’s shoulder.
“I-I’ve never seen anything like that before!” Brock stammered, looking uncharacteristically frightened. “Is that a pokémon?”
“Wh-where do you think they took Lance and Cynthia!?” Misty asked while Dawn, May and Delia stood behind her looking petrified with fear.
Gary’s knees wobbled, and he staggered over to the couch to sit down next to Max, never taking his eyes off of the television screen. Lexi shuddered at what she was watching. She inched closer to Ash and grabbed his arm for comfort.
Suddenly, a loud knock at the front door startled everyone in the room. Delia rushed over to answer it, peering out the window before she did so, as if seeing the horrible images on T.V. had instilled in her a sense of uneasiness, even in her own home. Professor Oak and Tracy came walking into the living room, looking cheerful… then confused when they saw everyone’s somber and anguished expressions.
“What seems to be the matter?” Professor Oak asked, looking at everyone in the room with inquiring eyes.
Tracey added, “Yeah… Are we too late for breakfa--”
But both stopped immediately when they glanced over at the television as well and saw what the rest of the group had been watching.
“Oh… my god!” was all Oak could say, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping.
Almost immediately after seeing the horrific event on T.V., Tracy abruptly rushed to the front door with a sickened look on his face.
“I… uh… I h-have to go make a phone call,” he mumbled as he rushed out of the house, looking so upset that he almost tripped over his own feet in the process.
“What’s up with him?” Ash asked. He fully understood how upsetting the scene from Sapphire City was, but something about Tracy’s reaction seemed especially odd.
“Tracy’s been acting very strangely for the past couple of months,” Oak commented. “He’s always excusing himself to go make phone calls. He’s always asking for extended periods of time off from work. I don’t know where he goes or who he is always calling on the phone… the boy just hasn’t been himself lately.”
“Yes,” Delia agreed with a slight nod. “I have been noticing that Tracy’s been gone an awful lot recently. I saw him sneaking out of the lab one night last week at around midnight. I assumed he was just going out for some air. I wouldn’t worry though…Tracy’s a very nice young man, and I’m sure seeing something like this just upset him, just like it’s upsetting for all of us.”
The group seemed to nod in agreement, although they didn’t have time to dwell on Tracy’s odd behavior for long.
Suddenly, a loud sound of static on the television caught everyone’s attention. A moment later, a sinister voice cackled mischievously and began to speak over the images of the gruesome attack which was raging on.
“Greetings to all who are watching,” the mysterious and raspy male voice taunted, although the owner of the voice did not show his face. “I do sincerely apologize for crashing the big party, but as you can see… my deliciously evil new pet has grown tired of being cooped up in its cage and wanted to come out and play!”
The voice paused for effect as the camera showed the beast unleashing another mighty blast into the side of the stadium’s outer bowl.
“Ah, but how rude of me. We have yet to properly introduce ourselves. I trust many of you remember back to the days when an organization named Team Rocket toiled about the country. And I trust you also remember that five years ago, Team Rocket failed and disbanded when many of its top agents were arrested or killed… including it’s president and CEO.
“Well, today’s glorious events in Sapphire City mark the triumphant return of the new and improved Team Rocket name! From this day forth, the entire world will finally bow down to our power! From this day forth… the new Team Rocket rules the world!
“No longer will we trouble ourselves with petty crime and thievery… No. The new Team Rocket has much higher aspirations… namely the complete control and ownership of the entire planet and all of its resources!
“You have already witnessed how unstoppable my forces are, especially my delightful pokémon Its name is 'M3', and as you all saw… it made quick work of the police as well as the powerful pokémon of the top two trainers in the entire world. Just an example of the fate that those who fail to bow down to us will meet!
“Now, I’m sure there are many of you out there who still doubt the extent of our power. To those doubters, I invite you to simply change the channel on your televisions… Go ahead. Just change the channel. Those who think this is some sort of joke, might as well see what else is on T.V.”
Ash sensed something fishy in the man’s voice. Telling people to change the station seemed like an odd thing to say at this point, but Ash decided to listen to him. He walked over the his T.V. and tried to flip the channel.
But much to his surprise, the next channel on the dial showed the same thing: the frightening scene from Sapphire Stadium. Ash flipped to the next station, then the next, then the next. Team Rocket had somehow managed to be broadcasting their evil attack on each and every station on the television.
The voice from the T.V. cackled again, “As you can see… not only does Team Rocket now boast the most powerful pokémon the world has ever seen, but we have also taken control over the entire world’s electronic infrastructure… Including television, radio, internet, security systems, traffic control, airports, seaports, EVERYTHING!”
The screen switched to a grainy camera shot of a dingy, dimly-lit jail cell of some sort. Two shadowy figures were lying in a heap, apparently unconscious, behind the bars of one of cell.
“That’s Lance and Cynthia!” Gary cried out, as he was the first to recognize the Dragon-Master’s familiar red spiked hair.
Everyone else gasped. The two superstar trainers who had been kidnapped from the stadium only minutes ago, were now seen on T.V., still alive but obviously beaten and bruised by their captors.
The voice continued, “Now, I’m sure most of you at home watching had tuned in to see these two talented trainers… so I do not want to disappoint. Here they are… the greatest two trainers on the planet… easily defeated and captured by Team Rocket.
“But in all seriousness, I feel terrible that our little intrusion interrupted what I’m sure would have been a classic and entertaining contest. So to show that I’m a sporting man, and that I too appreciate the thrill of competition… I am going to give Mr. Lance and Ms. Cynthia a chance to redeem themselves…
“Tomorrow night, I will allow both trainers to team up and use how ever many pokémon they wish to battle against none other than… MYSELF! And of course, my magnificent new pet, M3!”
The T.V. screen showed more brief static then switched to an overhead shot of a brightly-lit outdoor pokémon battle field. The lines were all marked in bright red, and there was a huge matching ‘TR’ logo painted at center field. But there were no seats for spectators anywhere around the field. The entire perimeter of the rectangular surface was surrounding by huge, towering pine trees and other forestry, as if the field had been constructed right smack dab in the middle of some vast forest somewhere.
Ash quickly realized that this strange field would be the venue for Lance and Cynthia’s ‘battle’ against the leader of the new Team Rocket.
“… It will give me a chance to officially introduce myself to the entire world, and will give you the chance to see definitively that there is no one on this planet… or any other for that manner… that can defeat M3! Not even the greatest trainers in the world! It will prove once and for all, that resisting the new Team Rocket’s reign would be futile and foolish! It will be my coronation as the world's new supreme ruler!
“So tomorrow night! Tune in! Primetime! Watch as Lance and Cynthia fight for their lives!” the voice laughed maniacally, then continued on. “With that, my friends… I leave you until tomorrow… But before I sign off, I offer this warning: My men will be traveling to all the major cities in the coming days in order to assume command and relieve the former city officials of their duties.
“I suggest you follow their orders, respect their authority, and do not attempt to resist their wishes in any way, for the consequences will be dire! Remember, those who cooperate with Team Rocket and follow us as we change the world for the better will not feel the sting of our wrath… only those who try to disobey our reign will be punished.
“Now… with that being said, I bid you all a good day!”
And with that, the video feed shut off, showing nothing but static on Ash’s television.
May, who had a more-than-troubled look on her face, rushed over to the couch, sat down, and put her arms protectively around her younger brother after viewing such a frightening sight. Everyone else stood around the living room silently, all trying to process the mysterious voice’s decree that the world as they had known it was now about to change… Team Rocket was back? The almost laughable, more-annoying-than-fearsome, bumbling crime ring from the past, who had been shut down by police years ago... they were now the new rulers of the world? Ash and the others didn't know exactly how this could have happened.
Curiosity, bewilderment, and overwhelming fear dizzily swirled through everyone’s mind with the idea that the freedom, the peace, and the harmony they and the world had been enjoying was about to end at the hands of the evil organization with the faceless leader who wished to forcefully govern the entire planet.
Finally, Ash broke the silence by pounding his fist on the top of the coffee table in front of the couch, almost causing Pikachu to fall off his shoulder. He spoke up angrily.
“I can’t believe Team Rocket’s back! They're going to kill Lance and Cynthia! We’ve got to do something!”
Everyone looked over at the boy with endearment at his determination and heart, but no one seemed very optimistic that anything could be done to save the two imprisoned trainers.
“Ash,” Dawn replied weakly. “It’s horrible that they’re going to kill them… on live T.V. no less… but what exactly do you think we can do?”
“She’s right,” Misty replied dejectedly. She sounded a bit bothered to be agreeing with Dawn, but continued. “We just watched that big, nasty 'M3' thing of theirs k-kill Dragonite and Garchomp like it was nothing. They’re like the strongest pokémon ever, and that… that thing just destroyed them both with one hit!”
Ash looked even angrier that all of his friends seemed to be so discouraged. He knew the situation was grim at best, but he couldn’t just sit idly by as the livelihood and freedom of millions was at risk.
“Look, I know Team Rocket’s forces look strong,” he said firmly. “And I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t just stay here at home while Lance and Cynthia are there, waiting to die!”
“But Ash!” May pleaded. “We don’t even know where ‘there’ is. We don’t know where Lance and Cynthia are being held or anything. Where would you even start?”
“I’m afraid May is right, my boy,” Professor Oak said regrettably. “I’m not sure there is much we can or anyone can do at this point. I’ve never in my life seen any earthly pokémon with that sort of power. Our only hope is that the military and police forces can somehow stop this tyranny.”
“Yes. I know you want to help, Honey,” Delia said, walking over to place a comforting hand on her son’s arm, although her trembling gave away the fact that she was as scared as anyone. “But the police will handle this. That’s what they’re there for.”
“But, Mom! We just saw that thing destroy the police in Sapphire--”
“That’s enough, Ash!” Delia barked at her son. “You’re not going to go out searching for trouble! None of you. I’m responsible for everyone’s safety while you’re all here. Now, the only thing we can do is just sit tight and hope for the best.”
“Agreed,” Professor Oak said with a nod. “Now, I suggest we all head over to the lab. In light of today’s events, I think it’s best if we all stay at a more secure and safe location. I don’t anticipate any of Team Rocket’s henchmen having any interest in our quaint little town, but better to be safe than sorry.”
Ash was about to argue, but relented when he saw the forbidding expression his mother was giving him. All he could do was walk bitterly along with the others as they headed over to Professor Oak’s lab to spend the rest of this dark day.
Deep beneath the surface of the freezing cold ocean water, four dark silhouettes made their way down towards the sea’s floor. The visibility was low due to the complete lack of light down at these depths. Only the four small spotlights that were attached to the four scuba-divers allowed them to calculate their position.
Swimming alongside the divers were two water-type pokémon Sharpedo, a sleek torpedo-like swimmer which shot through the water with powerful whips of its tail. And Mantine, a bulky, kite-shaped pokémon, which was flapping the muscular flippers on each side of its body like wings. Both sea monsters looked far more graceful and skilled at swimming than the divers.
They had been in the water for hours now, but the lead diver kicked his legs and flippered-feet feverishly, obviously energized by his excitement to locate the object they were all searching for. His three weary associates (two of them human) followed closely behind, also paddling hard, not so much out of similar enthusiasm but in desperation to keep up with their leader and not get lost.
As they continued to descend deeper and deeper, the divers felt the crushing power of the water pressure squeezing hard against their chests, trying to suffocate them as they swam. The smallest of the divers grabbed its throat as its pint-sized lungs tries desperately to process enough oxygen necessary to breathe. Exhausted and short of breath, the pokemon-sized diver grabbed onto Sharpedo’s fin and hitched a ride rather than continuing to paddle.
The leader urged the others to press on despite the dangerous depths. He pointed down towards the ocean floor and signaled inaudibly to them that they had nearly reached their target.
The forerunner stopped, much to his followers’ relief, and removed three pickaxes and a high-tech-looking drill out of his backpack. He handed a pickaxe to each of his constituents as they remained floating just a few feet above a huge rock formation. He pointed at the massive boulder and made a motion with his arms as if to instruct the group to start swinging their axes at it, as if the object they were in pursuit of was buried inside the rock.
As a team, the four divers started to fracture the bedrock with their tools while the two water-types assisted as well, taking turns unleashing vicious head butts on the stone.
After a few moments, the hard rock formation began to fissure and crack. The group intensified their efforts after seeing this, as if the fruits of their labor was nearly within their grasp. Sharpedo and Mantine both swam back about twenty yards so that they could both pick up speed for their next head butt.
Suddenly a loud crashing sound swept over the area, and an enormous underwater tornado swallowed up both Sharpedo and Mantine and sent them sputtered backward before they could crash into the rock again.
All four divers whipped their heads around to see what had happened. They stared in horror as they saw two gigantic pokémon speeding towards them, looking ferocious and ready to battle.
One was a graceful yet ferocious-looking dragon-like pokémon whose body was such a bright, shimmering white-silver color that it was almost glowing in this dark area of the ocean. It’s impressively massive wingspan and the speed with which it came hurdling towards the divers made it look more like a white fighter jet than a swimmer.
The other creature was an enormously bulky dark blue whale-like monster with two small fins located on its back. There were vibrant red-colored narrow stripes all along its body and flippers. Its tiny yet glaring eyes were intensely fixated on the divers as it rocketed towards them. Both pokémon looked immensely powerful, and neither looked happy to see the divers.
Sharpedo and Mantine had recovered from the whirlpool attack, and the lead diver gestured for them to attack while his three assistants cowered from behind him. Mantine fired a Water Pulse attack towards its two opponents, but both easily dodged the attack with graceful and agile bits of undersea acrobatics.
Sharpedo followed suit, shooting like a missile in the direction of the two mysterious pokémon in order to attempt a Crunch attack. Its razor-sharp fangs began to glow as it sped towards its target, but before it could even execute the attack, the silvery-white-bodied pokémon flapped its mighty wings and unleashed another sub-aquatic Whirlwind.
The tornado of water again swallowed up both Sharpedo and Mantine and sent them shooting up towards the ocean’s surface with incredible speed. They were out of sight in less than an instant.
This left the four divers floating alone and unprotected against these mysterious ocean beasts. They all half-expected the barbarous pokémon to tear them apart right then and there, and they braced themselves accordingly when the silvery-white pokémon neared them with a furious look on its face.
But they were shocked when the pokémon's narrowed eyes began to glow bright white and seemed to emit some sort of psychic waves. Then, as if the creature was speaking to them telekinetically, the four divers heard an ominous and stern voice in their heads.
“You have been warned. You are not welcome here! Leave this area and do not return! The object you are searching for shall not leave its resting place!”
And instantly after they heard the voice, the pokémon discharged yet another Whirlwind, and the four divers were blasted off (again) towards the surface.
When the divers’ heads finally surfaced above the water, they remained treading water for a few moments. The lead diver removed his scuba mask and took a huge gulp of fresh air before scowling at their failure to unearth what they had set out for.
“What the hell were those things?” the man shouted angrily. His gray and silver hair was soaked and matted down.
The other three divers removed their masks as well. Jesse, James and Meowth all shivered when the stiff sea breeze stung their exposed wet skin.
“W-well, Mr. Sai… S-s-sir,” James replied, his teeth chattering as he spoke. “You see, J-Jesse, Meowth and I have seen those pokémon b-b-before.”
“What?! You have?”
“Well… yes, Sir,” Jesse said as she coughed up some of the water she had swallowed. “We’ve encountered both of those muscular monstrosities during our time with Team Rocket.”
“Yeeah,” Meowth spoke up. “Doz two terrifyin' titans were Kyogre and Lugia! Dair both powerful legendary pokémon who rule da sea!”
“That’s right,” James agreed. “And they certainly didn’t seem very pleased to see us down there, did they?”
There it is! Please let me know what you think!