Drake frantically ran in the freshly fallen snow. As he ran, he would quickly jerk his head back, checking to see if there was anyone following him, or even if there were a new pair of footsteps in the cold powder. Every time he looked back, however, he only saw the newly carved footprints of his black and green shoes, pounding on the ground. He was starting to get cold, for when he had started to run, he did not bother to put on his jacket. Of course, he wouldn't have had the time to, anyway.
Drake was about sixteen, and had started his journey about three years ago. He usually wore a black muscle shirt and grey, baggy army pants. He had slightly tanned skin, which he had gotten from his home in the dense jungle. He wore nice black-rimmed glasses, imported to him from the city a long time ago by his father. They were given to Drake for the obvious reason of poor vision. He also had dark brown, almost black hair. It was a little short, but that didn't bother Drake. Girls tended to say he was cuter with longer hair, anyway.
Drake had nine Pokemon, and one of them was the reason he was running in the first place. His starting Pokemon was a Buizel, which was a gift to him. He later caught an Ekans, which was now an Arbok. His primary Pokemon was his Infernape, which he had bought from a black market. He could still remember the horrible stench of the mysterious man that sold it to him. And, of course, there was Solosis. Solosis wasn't originally Drake's Pokemon. Instead, it was that of another trainer. You see, this "other" trainer wasn't very fond of his earlier trade with Drake. Let me tell you the story.....
"Ugh...Come ON...Almost there...almost...there!" panted Drake as he climbed the extremely steep hill. It was the middle of winter, and the coldness of the harsh weather didn't make the climb any easier. Drake was on his way to another trainer's mansion, for the unknown owner had sent him an invitation to trade. A trade for Drake's Vigoroth, to be more exact. Drake was not very fond of Vigoroth, seeing as it would only eat and sleep, unlike the rest of its species. It was very clear that it didn't change its Slakoth way of life when it evolved. This was obviously very peculiar to most, but a pain to Drake. Vigoroth was ecstatic to belong to a new trainer instead of seemingly boring, unexciting Drake.
"Yup, Vigoroth, I just cannot wait to get rid of you," thought Drake happily. "I'm sure this climb is going to be worth it."
And, as though Vigoroth had heard from its ball, it had thought the same thing.
"I bet this new trainer is gonna bathe me with all the sweet things in life!" Drake felt its Poke-ball bounce up and down on his belt. It was an odd sensation, but not strange enough to worry him.
Drake continued to climb the snowy hill, trying to carry his heavy backpack on his always swollen back. He was beginning to think that he should have packed lighter when leaving Corona Town.
At last, Drake saw the giant mansion at the top of the hated hill. It was immensely tall, perhaps four stories. It was coloured a shimmering blue, with vines sliding up the wall in some places. Five pillars stood in front of it, similar to the Parthenon in Greece. It looked as if a thousand windows lined the building, each offering a different look into this new world. A long, golden fence surrounded the mansion. The sunlight gleamed off the building, going directly in his eyes. He winced at the humongous mansion in front of him, thinking what kind of trainer who lived here. Would he be a snot-nosed brat who got everything he wanted? As Drake rang the doorbell on the gate, he was hoping that this trainer was not.
The gigantic gate slowly swung open in front of Drake, as though it was beckoning him to proceed. Drake, for some reason, nodded and followed inside, where the gate closed just as slowly behind him. He gingerly went up the stone stairs to the big, wooden door. As soon as he reached it, though, it quickly swung open, hitting Drake in the face.
"Ouch!" exclaimed the jungle boy as he dizzily opened his eyes to see who opened the door. It was a tall, old man. His face was wrinkled with age, and he had a curvy moustache on his face; the kind you usually see on cartoon characters. His hair, well, what was left of it, was grey and white. He wore a faded tuxedo, which looked as though it was worn many times before.
"You must be Sir Drake," said the man. "I am Mr. Jerveson, but Sir Reginald calls me 'Jeeves'."
"Err...Hello...Jeeves," replied Drake nervously. "Nice to meet you..." Drake put out his hand shake Jeeves', but he did not extend his own. He simply turned around and walked away. Drake followed suit.
“When in Rome, I suppose,” he muttered underneath his breath.
"This way to the young Master Reginald's room, Sir Drake," said Jeeves. "Reginald only lives by himself. His mother and father have left to vacation in a far away place, and demanded for me to look after their 15 year old son."
Drake nodded and followed. "Wow," he thought, "it must be pretty hard to live by yourself."
They kept moving along for what seemed like hours. The shimmering hallways in which they were walking in were extremely long, and made Drake wonder why a fifteen year old boy would need such a large house. They passed about five bathrooms, seven bedrooms and three kitchens until they finally arrived at their destination. Reginald's room was almost as big as the house, with it extending to almost two stories. There was many Pokemon memorabilia in there, from a huge Rhydon doll to a bed shaped like a Snorlax. Various themed toys towered against the walls and extended from the floor. Large movie posters featuring famous actors and Pokemon lined the walls, varying from a standard size to nearly half the wall. At the very edge of the room was Reginald, looking bored and unsatisfied, even though being surrounded by enough doohickeys to entertain for a lifetime. He looked up eagerly to see if his guest had finally come. He was not disappointed.
"There you are, Drake! My name is Reginald, but you can call me Reggie! Now, let us begin this trade, shall we?" Drake was a little surprised by the rich boy's looks. Reggie was a tall boy for his age, perhaps even a few inches taller than Drake. He had thin, blonde hair, and a face covered with blemishes. He wore a blue suit, which unlike Jeeves', looked brand new.
"Yeah, you don't know how much I have been looking forward to this," beamed Drake. He nodded his head vigorously. He thought he was smiling so hard that his face would implode from pure happiness.
"As have I, Drake. You see, my father has a Vigoroth such as yours, and when I saw your battle on television with it, I simply just had to have it!"
They walked over near the entrance to the room. A couple of feet beside the door was a Trade Machine. Drake couldn't believe he missed it, for it was as tall as he was.
"Just put Vigoroth's Poke-ball in the slot here," pointed Reggie. His finger was resting on the silver slot on the left.
"Um, alright Reggie," said Drake. The trainer had never traded before, so he was unsure of what was about to happen. "Hold on a second, what Pokemon are you trading to me anyway?"
"Well, Drake, I was thinking of trading you my Solosis," replied Reggie. He moved his eyes slowly around, as if trying to follow a fly. "If you want, we can call this off..."
"Oh no no no, that's fine with me!” Drake waved his hands cautiously. “I needed a Psychic-type Pokemon anyway!"
“Glad to hear it,” said Reggie smugly. His faced turned into a twisted grin, yet Drake did not notice. He was too ecstatic to get rid of Vigoroth to care about anything else but the trade.
Both trainers placed their Poke-balls into the slots. Drake watched the screen as two silhouettes of the Pokemon passed each other. One was that of Vigoroth, and the other of a Solosis. He had never seen a Solosis, so he was a little unsure of its circular shape. For all he knew, he was getting an empty Poke-ball. And, at that instant, the Poke-ball of Solosis appeared in Drake's slot, and Vigoroth in Reggie's.
"That was pretty...neat," said Drake as he held the Poke-ball. He examined it thoroughly. It weighed as much as a regular ball, that was for sure. It didn't look like it was tampered with, in fact looking better than most Poke-balls he had seen.
"I can tell you have never traded before, hm?" asked Reggie. "Well, now that the trade is over, can you show Drake to the door, Jeeves?"
"Yes, Master Reginald..." sighed Jeeves. "Right this way, Sir Drake..."
They walked back to the entrance of the mansion, where they said their good-byes. Drake walked happily down the hill, as he thought of the new adventures he will have with the blobby Solosis.
"Oh, gosh, why did I ever trade my Solosis for...for this?!" panicked Reggie as he watched his new Vigoroth deep in slumber. "This thing does nothing but sleep! I can see why Drake agreed to trade so quickly."
Earlier that day, Reggie traded his little Solosis to a trainer named Drake, who in return gave him Vigoroth. Drake had a glorious smile while the trade took place, but Reggie took no notice to it. Now, the rich lad regretted the trade, and wished that he never contacted the trainer in the first place.
"I bet he didn't even teach you any new attacks, did he?" sighed Reggie angrily. And, with a silent nod from a dazed Vigoroth, Reggie kicked the side of his wooden antique Mew statue.
"Ow! That is it! I'm going to find Drake and demand a trade-back!" Vigoroth shuddered with the thought of going back to Drake, and with Reggie's voice in a harsh tone, he knew that he was surely going to go back. It quickly jumped up and started to use Slash on the huge Rhydon doll to show it wasn't as lazy as Reggie thought.
"On no! Stop! That's the doll my mother gave to me, you stupid Pokemon!" Reggie commanded as Vigoroth slashed away at the doll. "Come on! Stop!" Still, Vigoroth continued hacking away at the now damaged doll. "Stop that now!" Vigoroth instantly stopped at the bellow, only to see that the only thing in front of it was the remains of the precious doll.
Reggie stared at the fluffy remnants of the prized Rhydon. He was in confusion, deciding whether to be angry or depressed.
"Oh...my...g-g-gosh..." stammered Reggie. His face then grew red, scaring the already terrified Pokemon. "Why...didn't..you...stop!? Why can't you do anything right? I have the badge which allows me to control you! Why won't it work!? You are going back to Drake, and that is FINAL!" Reggie whipped out Vigoroth's Poke-ball and instantly returned it.
Reggie picked up a bell and rang it. It was a short clinking noise, yet was somehow heard by Jeeves, who rushed to Reggie's room.
"Yes, Master Reginald?" asked Jeeves wearily. He was getting tired, and fast.
"Jeeves, get me a Poke-Tracker! We need to find Solosis!" said Reggie as he dressed for the cold weather outside. Reggie had put a special tracer on Solosis' Poke-ball, just in case something like this happened.
"Not happy with Vigoroth, I see?" asked Jeeves in astonishment.
"Of course I'm not happy! Its lazier than a Slaking!" replied an angry Reggie as Jeeves placed the tracker on his wrist. It was in the shape of an expensive Rolex, but in the shape of a Master Ball. A small screen beeped like a submarine's sonar. "Oh and Jeeves, release that wild Pokemon we found in that forest a couple days ago. He might not want this abomination back!"
"Sir, are you sure you want to do that? It is possible he could defeat it, after all..." replied the weary Jeeves. It was obvious he didn't want to work anymore and merely wanted a break. It didn't have to be long, only a few minutes or so.
"Yes, Jeeves! We gave it those vitamins to make it almost unbeatable!" replied Reggie. "Now hurry!"
"Yes, sir...I will release the wild... Elgyem..."
"Whew...finally!" gasped Drake, relieved to be back at the Pokemon Centre. "That trek was long, and my legs need some dire rest!" He approached the counter, a little more sluggish than usual.
"Hi Drake! What may I do for you?" asked Nurse Joy with the usual smile. In fact, no one had ever seen her not grinning from ear to ear.
"Um, could you see if my new Solosis is okay? I just got it from a trade!" said Drake, who sounded both tired and excited.
"Okey doke, Drake! Which Pokemon did you trade for it?" asked Joy as she calmly took the Poke-ball.
"Vigoroth, of course. I didn't like it that much, but the trainer was delighted!" said Drake, again sounding sleepy yet happy.
Joy seemed surprised. "What? Why on earth would you not like Vigoroth?"
"Well, because it hated me. It did nothing but eat and sleep, and never listened to me once!" replied Drake, sounding more awake.
"So? A lot of Pokemon people get usually start off like that. But, as you grow with them, so do they, and they will learn that you are a honourable person!" exclaimed Joy as she returned the Poke-ball. “And, Vigoroth are really powerful, you know!”
"Ugh, you just don't understand!" replied Drake. He took the ball, and stomped to his room, temper going into every step. "No one does..." whispered Drake as he lay on his comfy bed.
“Jeeves, are we there yet?” complained Reggie. His feet and hands were growing colder with every waking second.
“Yes, Master Reginald. We are almost there!” Jeeves looked up from his mini-map. He, too, was freezing, but after years of hearing endless complaints, he had simply learned to hold them in.
Reggie looked up from the snow. He peered forward as best as he could until he could see the outline of a red building.
“A Pokemon Centre?” Reggie asked himself. “Hah! The poor trainer's haven. Of course he would be residing there.” In a matter of minutes, they were right next to the building.
"Hehe....There he is..." said Reggie as he menacingly looked at Drake through his room window. "Now I can demand him to the trade back!"
Reggie travelled from his huge mansion to the Pokemon Centre in Corona Town, which was quite a way from his home. Beside him, he brought the wild, but loyal Elgyem, which he was to use on Drake if he refused the trade back. The alien Pokemon hadn't said a word during the small journey, which was a little odd. It was late, yet Reggie did not wish to go all the way home. "Come on. Looks like we'll have to spend the night here!" The boy cringed at the thought. He signalled Elgyem to go inside. He turned back at Jeeves. “You may go back to the mansion, if you so choose. I can handle this on my own.” He pointed to his pocket. “I have a map as a reference for the daytime.” Jeeves nodded and turned back, having a little bounce in his step. He had the rest of the night off, after all.
"Hello, trainer! Welcome to the Pokemon Centre! My name is Joy," said Joy happily. It seemed she never grew dreary of saying it, either.
"Yes, hello. Could we have a room, please?" said Reggie, pretending to be tired. "My Elgyem and I need to spend the night in someplace warmer than a tent."
"Hm? Okay, but can I please have your name? I don't believe I have seen you before," said a confused Joy, wondering how this boy can sleep in a tent when he had no bag.
"Um..Re-I mean Richard! My name is Richard!" said Reggie fervently.
"Okay, Richard. Here are your room keys. Just don't stay up past midnight. Oh, and if you want to battle, there is a special room in the back where you may do so," said Joy, still a little unsure about the new guest.
"Thank you." said Reggie as he walked off to his room. "There, now we just have to get Drake for the trade-back! Remember, Elgyem, if he refuses..."
"Ellll...gee...emm..!" slowly responded Elgyem. Reggie assumed it had agreed.
"Good, now to find his door..." Reggie was confused, only knowing that he was in the small building.
For nearly the whole night, Reggie knocked on various doors, only to find out it was either it was empty or an annoyed answer from a previously sleeping trainer. When he finally found Drake's room, he was ready to drop.
"H-hello, Drake!" said the young snob, almost as tired as Drake was.
"Huh? Reggie? What are you doing here?" asked Drake, who was surprised that Reggie walked all the way from his mansion to the Pokemon Centre, not to mention it was almost midnight.
"I'm here to trade you back your Vigoroth!" said Reggie, suddenly healthier..
"W-What? But why? I thought you loved Vigoroth!" stammered Drake. He felt scared, thinking he might get Vigoroth back.
"I did, before I was shown yours!" snapped Reggie. "Now are we going to trade, or will I have to force you?" Reggie cracked his knuckles, showing that he meant business. Drake couldn't take him seriously, though.
"No! I like Solosis, and I'm never going to get that lazy bum back on my team ever!" snapped back Drake as he slammed the door, only to have it opened by Reggie.
"Okay, then, I guess you'll have it the hard way! Go, Elgyem!" said Reggie as Elgyem burst from the shadows.
"Ellll...geee emm!" exclaimed Elgyem. It showed off its extraordinary psychic power by cracking the door behind it.
"Oh, no..." whispered Drake to himself. He was terrified of Elgyem, no matter the shape or size. It was only up to his waist, but the alien Pokemon scared him. Its greyish green colour flooded his brain, giving him scary mental images of horrifying scenes, far too graphic for this tale. He wasn't aware it was using its Psychic attack on him.
Drake ran towards the window and jumped out into the cold. He reached back in and pulled out his belt. It had his Pokemon attached, and he wouldn't just forget them like that.
"After him!" shouted Reggie as he and Elgyem followed behind.
"Oh man...I gotta hide! There isn't any time to stop and battle!" thought Drake as he drove off into a nearby alley. "I wish I bought that shiny red bike back in September, when I still had the money. But, nooo, I had to buy stuff for that dang Vigoroth! Seems to be causing all my troubles lately..."
"There he is! After him, Elgyem!" yelled Reggie as he and Elgyem chased after Drake. The little green man floated beside him, seeming menacing and evil.
Drake ran furiously from the pair. He couldn't let them catch up.
“Why is...why is that Elgyem doing this? It's obviously wild!” Drake muttered to himself. He couldn't believe it. Reggie seemed like such a snob. Why would it be following him, of all people?
“Stop! Battle me like a real trainer, you coward!” raged Reginald. “Elgyem! Stop him in his tracks!”
Elgyem stopped rushing and paused. It slowly moved it arms, almost as if controlled by a puppeteer. The jewels on its 'hands' flashed various colours, going about in a pattern. Suddenly, Drake came to a jerking stop.
“Ah...it's using Confusion...Fine! I'll battle you!” Drake swiftly turned around and reached for his belt. “As it seems fit, I'll use Solosis!”
“What? I-I-I can't battle my own Pokemon!” Reggie seemed terrified of the thought of even harming his own jelly baby.
“Heheh. You seem scared. No matter! Go, Solosis!” Drake threw the glossy Poke-ball. In a glaring light, Solosis appeared.
“Solosis!” exclaimed the cell Pokemon. “Solo...?” It looked at its old master, looking scared. A small Elgyem was at his side. It looked behind itself and saw Drake. Instantly, it knew what it had to do.
The small, spherical ball of plasma floated fiercely in the cold weather. It wasn't afraid of the snow; Overcoat helped to solve that problem. Its slimy green colour was lit up by the moon, making it seem transparent. Drake could almost see Reggie and Elgyem through the blob. Its eyes signalled that it was ready for battle.
“Please Solosis! Don't do anything you'll regret! I want you back!” Reggie cried. He noticed the stern look in its face. “...please..”
Elgyem, on the other hand, was not as depressed as the human beside it. Actually, it seemed eager to battle its new foe.
“Well, let's get this over with, shall we? Solosis, use Hidden Power!” Drake didn't really know Solosis' moveset, but he did know that most Pokemon could use Hidden Power. Instantly, the green cell expanded and pulsated small orbs of energy at the small enemy. The orbs were black in colour, and instantaneously arranged themselves in a straight line. The line of energy was firing directly at Elgyem. Solosis seemed quite angry at Reginald for trading it.
“Damn it, Solosis...Fine! I'll have to show you I'm worthy! Elgyem, Confusion! Go go go!” Again, Elgyem was a puppet by invisible strings.
Unfortunately for Reggie, Hidden Power interrupted his attack. It hit Elgyem forcefully, knocking it to the ground. Drake smiled in delight. It must be a Dark type Hidden Power!
“What? Why didn't Confusion do anything?” asked Reggie, confused himself.
“Seriously? Reggie, you should know that Psychic type attacks won't hurt Solosis that much. You of all people should know that! Now, let's use another Hidden Power!” Again, Solosis furiously pulsed another row of orbs at the fallen Elgyem.
“Elgyem! No!” Reggie didn't bother calling an attack. The attack once again hit, and Elgyem seemed unable to even stand. There were multiple bruises on the alien. However, it mustered enough strength to get up.
“Hah, see that? Elgyem wants to help me!” Reggie exclaimed, trying to sound proud. Drake could hear the worry in his voice. “Okay, Elgyem, use Nasty Plot!”
Elgyem turned around to face the Solosis. It said nothing, and instead shone the lights on its hands. They glowed various glorious colours until they were all shining red.
“Ellllll,” drone the Pokemon.
“Solosis, brace yourself!” Drake called out to his new partner. The cell said nothing, instead readying itself.
“Hah! No matter what you do, you can't expect to survive!” scoffed Reggie. “Use Energy Ball, Elgyem!” And with those words, the Elgyem let loose its stored energy. Both arms reached out and shot at the little green blob. Two shimmering green orbs shot at Solosis, forming into one before making contact.
“Quick Solosis, if you know Light Screen, use it!” yelled Drake. He was unsure if Solosis could even learn it. But, alas, Solosis tightened as it barricaded itself with a purple screen. The attack was stopped in its tracks.
“What?!” panicked Reggie. He looked down at Elgyem. The Pokemon was weary and not well suited for the weather. Combined with the attacks laid upon it before, it could barely stand anymore.
“Let's finish this, Solosis! Use your Hidden Power once more!”
All of a sudden, a sudden flash of immense dark light appeared, covering the four within it. When it cleared, both Pokemon were lying in the snow. Solosis opened its eye and floated once more. Drake uncovered his eyes. The duo looked on and saw the Elgyem laying face first in the snowbank. Reggie was knocked down, laying in the snow as well.
“No...all those vitamins...Solosis...” Reggie could barely talk. “Maybe you were right, Drake...I'm not worthy of being a trainer.
“Wait! Solosis, return!” said Drake. The Pokemon was engulfed in the red light, and went back inside the ball. “Reggie, I'm sorry but Solosis is mine now. It's better off with me, don't you think? It certainly loves to battle, and you are stuck in a mansion that's barely accessible to the normal human. Do you, understand?”
Reggie looked up, sobbing.
“Yes...you are correct. I was just...I just didn't want to lose Solosis, after all. But, I have Vigoroth now, and I'm sure I will get used to him.” His face was running with tears, almost freezing as they ran down his bumpy face. “Could you do me a favour, Drake?”
“Erm, sure. What do you need?” asked Drake, somewhat shocked that the rich boy agreed with him. It was growing ever so cold, and he just wanted to go inside. Whatever Reggie needed, he hoped he could do it soon.
“Capture Elgyem. It, like Solosis, also loves battling. I learned that as Jeeves and I fed it those vitamins...I'm not the battling type, anyways.”
“Um, sure, Reggie.” Drake carefully grabbed an empty Poke-ball from his waist. Elgyem was still laying down. “Poke-ball, go!”
He threw the ball at the little green Pokemon. The ball flashed open and the Elgyem went inside.
“Come on...come on!”