Attempting to capture: Wooper
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This is a continuing story. Because of that, there are lots of things that may be hard to understand unless you know the events of the previous story. Instead of making you read the entire previous story, I have created a summary of my character’s story so far. This summary is located in my trainer's stats page (there's a link to it in my signature). Please enjoy the story!
Warmth. Heat. Mark could think of nothing else as he slowly made his way up the snow-capped mountain. The
wind whipped through the air, twisting and twirling into Mark’s ears, creating such a loud noise that he could not
make out the dulled crunching sound of his feet as they collided with the hard snow. Even the heat from Cyndaquil’s
back was not helping. Mark glanced over at Melody, who looked completely miserable. He had asked her if she had
wanted a coat, but she had declined, insisting that it would be extremely strange to see a Pokémon wearing a coat.
“What a strange thing to say,” Mark had thought, chuckling. “She’s a human that was turned into a Gardevoir,
and she thinks it would be odd to wear a coat.” Snowflakes were blowing violently in the wind, smacking straight into
their exposed faces. They could barely see more than three feet away, so coming across a building came as quite a
shock. They were just feet in front of its back wall before they saw it.
“A house!” cried Melody. “Heat!” She turned quickly around the corners of the home and ran straight for the
front door. She pounded loudly against it with her numbed fist. In the short delay before anyone came to the door,
Mark, Cyndaquil in hand, had reached the front of the house. The door opened slowly to reveal a young girl, aged six
at the most, looking up at them with big, cute eyes. Her mother stood next to her, a gentle smile upon her face.
“Please, come in! It’s cold out there!” said the mother. Mark and Melody did not hesitate in throwing
themselves in the doorway, barely missing the mother and her child. Mark threw himself onto a couch, while Melody ran
straight for the fireplace, holding her hands in front of it. She let out a relieved sigh.
“So, why have you come to our village?” questioned the little girl, smiling pleasantly.
“I’m a Pokémon trainer,” said Mark, sitting up. “I heard there were some strong Pokémon on this mountain.”
“You heard correctly,” said the girl. “In fact…” she was cut off by the sound of a grandfather clock sounding
“Oh, looks like it’s time!” she said.
“Time for what?” asked Mark. Melody glanced over, and Mark could tell she was also curious. Cyndaquil would
probably have been curious, too, had he not been curled up on Mark’s shoulder, asleep.
“The sacrifice, silly!” she said, grinning gleefully. Mark looked puzzled. “Oh, right! You’re not from our
village! I guess I’ll have to explain this to you, then. Follow me!” She led Mark and Melody into a back room full of
Pokémon in cages. As the door opened, spilling a beam of light into the pitch black room, Mark saw the Pokémon in the
cages step backward in fear. They made soft cries and their eyes were filled with horror.
“What is this?!” Mark yelled, waking up Cyndaquil. He opened his mouth to yell again, but promptly closed it
as he noticed one Pokémon in particular. “Wooper?!”
“Mark?!” Wooper cried out. “Mark! Help me! These people are crazy! They’re sacrificing these Pokémon to
something! They’re killing them, Mark! You have to save us!”
Mark whirled on the girl, and his face reflected his rage.
“What have you done here?!” he questioned, not quite yelling, but using a voice so powerful that he might as
well have been. The girl’s smile did not fade.
“Don’t get so mad, silly! It’s just how things work in this village! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just take
this Wooper here…”
“No!” Mark quickly stepped in front of the girl. “You’re not taking this Wooper or any of these other
Pokémon! Now tell me, what’s going on here?!”
“It’s simple,” she said in her cute little voice. “See, this Ho-Oh lives on this mountain. We didn’t know
that when we made our village here, and Ho-Oh became very angry. To keep it from destroying our village, we give it a
meal every day,” she gestured to the Pokémon in the cages. Both Mark and Melody went wide-eyed.
“You… you feed Pokémon to that Ho-Oh?!” asked Melody, shocked.
“Of course! It’s them or us! The job used to go to my father, and I, being his only child, was to take the
responsibility when he died. That happened before expected, though,” her smile left her face. “Now, let me by or
everyone in this village will die!” Mark did not move.
“There has to be a better way!” said Mark. “There-“
“There’s not,” said the girl. She sighed. “I didn’t want to do this, but… guards! Help!”
“Guards?!” cried Mark and Melody simultaneously. Seconds later, two burly men stomped into the room.
“Lock these three in the cage room for a few hours,” she said. “We wouldn’t want them being any more
trouble.” Mark, Melody, and Cyndaquil were all thrown into the basement. Then the door was shut and locked, leaving
the three in total darkness.
“Sorry little guy, but it’s your turn today,” said the little girl to Wooper; her smile had returned. She
grabbed the cage and walked out the front door, wearing clothes fit to brave a blizzard. Wooper screamed bloody
murder, but the girl simply ignored his cries as she stepped out into the cold. The cold did not bother Wooper since
he, like all Wooper, thrive in low temperatures. No, he had bigger things to worry about.
“We have to get out of here!” Mark cried, pounding on the metal door. “Cyndaquil, could you help me out here?”
“Alright, step back!” said Cyndaquil, who breathed in deeply, then let loose a gigantic flame that enveloped
the door. Cyndaquil held out as long as possible, refusing to cease until it was impossible to continue. However,
when the flames cleared, the door was still there, still in one piece, with only a red circle to show for all
“How are we going to get out of here?!” Melody said.
“I don’t know…” said Mark, thinking hard. “I can’t think of anything.”
“We have to do something!” said Cyndaquil.
“I know!” said Mark. “I just can’t think of what!”
“Excuse me,” said a small, high pitched voice. Three heads turned toward the source. “If you free us, maybe
we could help you.” A Maril looked up at him with big, sad eyes.
“Of course!” said Mark. “We have a room full of Pokémon! We just need to free them, and then we can escape!”
“Thanks, Maril,” he said. “Sorry I forgot about you guys. I just…”
“I know. You care about that Wooper. I understand,” said Maril.
“Thanks,” said Mark, smiling.
“Bellossom, could you help us out?” asked Melody. Bellossom nodded and walked up to each cage. She used Razor Leaf on
all the locks, cutting them off of the cages. The doors flew open one by one, relieved Pokémon leaping out of each.
“Thanks, Bellossom!” said Melody. Bellossom smiled. “Hey, a Dratini! Could you use Hyper Beam on the door?”
“Sure!” said the Dratini. A ball of yellow energy appeared before its open mouth. That ball of energy then exploded
outward into a massive yellow beam with little blue sparks of electricity coming from it. A section of the door was
incinerated, and all the Pokémon ran into the hallway gleefully. Mark opened the front door and they all went
charging out, the Pokémon to the bottom of the mountain and Mark, Melody, Cyndaquil, and Bellossom to the top.
“Now, let’s go get Wooper!” Mark yelled.
Wooper thrashed around and threw himself against sides of the cage over and over, but could not even make a
dent. His screams of terror and agony could not be heard by the happy little girl that was carrying him toward his
doom. Finally they reached the top of the mountain. There, Ho-Oh was waiting, a savage, hungry look in its eyes.
Wooper stepped back in his cage, terrified. Then his cage was lowered and opened, and Wooper was tossed into the snow.
He immediately tried to run, but the Ho-Oh swooped down in front of him, it let out a scream, then began to
dive straight toward Wooper. Wooper closed his eyes, waiting for the end. Suddenly, a scream penetrated the air. It
came from the Ho-Oh, who had received a Magical Leaf attack from Melody.
“Don’t you dare hurt that Wooper,” screamed Mark, standing in front of Wooper and stretching his arms out on
either side of him.
“How dare you?!” cried the Ho-Oh, not acting at all surprised at Mark’s translating abilities. “I am the
legendary Ho-Oh! No one shall stand in my way!”
“I will not move!” screamed Mark. His eyes seemed to be reflecting his very soul; they reflected his fiery
determination and will as clearly as a mirror reflects light.
“Then you will die!” screamed the Ho-Oh, diving straight toward Mark, its lethally sharp beak headed straight
for his heart. Mark did not move.
“Get out of the way, Mark!” screamed Melody. “Don’t kill yourself!” Mark ignored her. The Ho-Oh got closer
“A legendary Pokémon?! Ha! A legendary Pokémon should not house as much hatred and rage as you do! I thought
you were supposed to be a protector! So, kill me! Kill me if you want to prove me right!” Ho-Oh did not stop, and
Mark did not move. Then Ho-Oh’s eyes opened wide, and it stopped less than two feet from Mark’s heart. It hovered for
a moment, deep in thought.
“What you say is true,” it said. “I have caused much pain. These people do not deserve all this...” it paused.
“Fine. I will leave this mountain forever. I will find a new home. This village will be harmed no more,” it
said. With that, it flew high into the sky and left without another word.
“You… you did it…” said the little girl. “You made that Ho-Oh leave!” Mark smiled.
“I apologize for all that I did. I suppose killing all these Pokémon has made me numbed to the true pain that
it causes. I hope you can forgive me,” she said with true regret. Mark smiled.
“Of course,” he said. “And Wooper! I’m so glad you’re safe!” Wooper smiled, relieved, then walked toward Mark.
“Um, Mark?” said Wooper.
“Yes?” asked Mark, curious.
“There’s something I need to ask you. I tried to ask you this after we escaped Team Rocket back at that
headquarters, but you had already left… Mark, I… I’d like to come along with you!”
“Really?!” Mark asked joyously.
“So, would that be okay?” asked Wooper.
“Of course!” said Mark, obviously very excited. A huge smile covered Wooper’s face. “Just let me see if I
have any Poke Balls left!” Mark pulled off his backpack and checked to see if he had any with him.