Alright, this will be Chapter 1 of a 2 chapter story. It is rather dark, and pretty violent, so don't read it if you don't like hearing about blood, and other things of that nature. Also, there is some minor language somewhere in there I think, but it's nothing too bad.
Target Pokemon: Riolu (Complex)
Characters Needed: 30-40k
Characters in the Story: 42,506
A person is born with feelings of envy and hate. If he gives way to them, they will lead him to violence and crime, and any sense of loyalty and good faith will be abandoned.
Mr. Jeffries was sitting in his study, reading a book as he did nearly every evening. He was enjoying a glass of brandy, while his most prized pokemon, Riolu, sat in the floor. The tiny blue pokemon was sprawled out on the thick rug, basking in the glow of the fire, absorbing its warmth and dozing off to sleep occasionally.
Joseph Jeffries was a retired businessman, who had acquired a giant fortune over the many years of his life. He spent his time leisurely now, relaxing in his mansion with his pokemon.
Since he could no longer go into the wild and catch pokemon, he simply bought them from others. He had a wide variety of pokemon, most of whom were exotic and rare. He kept the majority of them outside in a zoo-like complex, so that he could view them any time he pleased. His most recently acquired pokemon was his precious Riolu. He found it at an auction only months earlier and had loved it ever since. The pokemon was a happy one and was very affectionate towards Mr. Jeffries. Riolu supposedly had the ability to form strong connections with people, and Jeffries believed it.
The auctioneer that Mr. Jeffries bought Riolu from had told him that it was a ‘flawless specimen’. Jeffries assumed that he was probably just trying to get a better price, but after using the pokemon in a few battles, he began to think it was true. Riolu’s muscles were perfectly toned, and he was as agile and limber as any pokemon that Joseph had ever seen. The pokemon had even started to show signs of being able to control Aura, a skill that most Riolu didn’t learn until they became full grown Lucario.
Mr. Jeffries decided to test how great a Riolu he was by entering it in a contest. Riolu was able to dazzle the judges in every part of the competition, earning it top marks for the contest, and a ribbon to go along with them.
A few times, Riolu had attempted to evolve. Jeffries knew that Lucario was one of the strongest and rarest pokemon out there, but in his age he rarely battled, and he felt that the need for such a strong battler wasn’t there. He enjoyed the small pokemon as it was, so he let him keep an Everstone with him at all times to prevent evolution.
Of course, Mr. Jeffries prized pokemon didn’t go unnoticed. Many people from all over Sinnoh would come and visit his zoo. He didn’t like calling his complex a zoo, because it made the place seem like a prison, but he allowed people to view the monsters any time they pleased, free of charge. Often times, the people would request that Riolu be put in the ‘zoo’ for viewing, but Jeffries would not have it. Riolu was more than a pokemon to him; he was a partner and friend.
Unfortunately, the popularity that his pokemon garnered wasn’t always a good thing. Men become envious, thirsting for things which they don’t have, and this soon became a problem for Mr. Jeffries.
One day, several people showed up at Mr. Jeffries estate, hoping to see his exotic pokemon. As usual, he opened his gates and greeted them, showing them the way to his pokemon. There seemed to be two families, a young married couple, and a single man. The families walked around happily, with children who skipped and pointed excitedly at the foreign pokemon. The couple held hands as they walked around the pens, taking in each other as much as they did the sights. The man was strange, and seemed to be analyzing the pokemon instead of viewing for pleasure. He had a camera around his neck, and he took photos of each pokemon. Jeffries had seen people do this before and decided that he was probably a pokemon trader looking for rare pokemon. Jeffries took no notice of him and continued catering to the tourists.
The man walked around to each pen, and was sure to take a picture of every pokemon. He pulled a notepad out of his jacket pocket and scribbled notes for a few of them. He wore dark sunglasses, and a long coat which seemed to be too hot for the weather they were having. Speaking of the weather, it was an above-average day in Sinnoh, with the breeze slightly blowing, soothing the faces of the tourists. Enjoying the weather himself, Jeffries thought that Riolu would like to come out and bask in the sun. He reached for the lone pokeball on his waist and released a napping Riolu onto the ground. The pokemon woke up, and smiled at his master lovingly.
“Enjoy this beautiful day with me, Riolu,” he told his pokemon.
The shady man looked over at Jeffries just as he was releasing Riolu and gasped. Upon seeing the pokemon, he dropped his notepad, and his mouth stood agape. He quickly rushed over to Mr. Jeffries, staring at Riolu the entire time. When he reached the man, he extended a hand and revealed a sparkling smile.
“Hello, sir, nice to meet you. My name is Nigel Vosburg, and I must say that you have a very fine pokemon there,” he said, looking Riolu over. “Do you mind if I get a picture of him?”
Jeffries was relieved that he was merely another tourist, a pokemon enthusiast perhaps, and not a pokemon dealer like he had anticipated. “Of course, good sir. This is my most prized pokemon and partner, Riolu.”
“I can see why you value him so highly. That is a very, very rare and powerful pokemon, and a fine specimen at that! I can’t say I’ve ever seen one in such fantastic shape,” he said, now jotting down notes on the pokemon.
“You are a flatterer!” laughed Jeffries. “But I must say, he is the crown jewel of my pokemon collection.”
“I can’t say I blame you, sir. Thanks for letting me get a picture, and nice to meet you!” said Nigel, walking towards the exit of the estate.
“Leaving so soon?” shouted Jeffries down the driveway.
“Yeah, but it’s alright, I saw the rest of your collection!” Nigel yelled back, now breaking into a jog.
“I hope to see you again, young man!” said Jeffries, and he gave Nigel a wave.
Now the two were basically screaming at each other, as Nigel was now at the front gate of the estate. “Oh, I’m sure you will!”
Jeffries laughed and returned to attend to his visitors. Riolu walked around with him, and helped greet the guests.
That night, Mr. Jeffries was awoken by a smashing sound downstairs. He slowly climbed out of bed, rubbing his eyes, and began to walk downstairs. He got to the first floor of his home, but stopped. He heard a voice coming from his kitchen.
“You sure this is worth it? I’ll bet this old man has an insane security system,” a voice said.
“Trust me, it’s worth it. I’m telling you, this is the best looking one I’ve ever seen. Boss is gonna pay us really well once we bring it to him,” said a second voice. Jeffries knew that voice from somewhere. It was a charismatic voice that he knew he had heard before.
“It better be. I’m not getting myself killed over a goddamn Buizel or something. You sure it’s in here Nigel?” said the first voice again.
Nigel! That’s the other man’s voice! Jeffries wondered why Nigel would be here though. He walked around the corner he was hiding behind, and said, “Nigel?”
As soon as he uttered the word, he was grabbed from all sides and brought to the ground. There were obviously more than just two men in the kitchen, as several were standing in front of him, and at least two more were behind him, keeping him restrained.
“Yeah, that’s right. That would be me,” said Nigel, bending down in front of Jeffries so that he was at head level.
“What are you doing? Why did you break into my home, and who are these men?” he stammered. The men holding him down had tied his hands behind his back now.
“You see, we like a few…items that you have around here. My associates and I enjoy collecting these items, and we have come to collect yours,” said Nigel.
“But what could you want that I have?” he said, tears streaming down his flustered face.
“We’re mainly interested in that snazzy little Riolu that you have,” he said, sneering.
The two men behind him brought him to his knees now. He looked around frantically, and saw that one of the men beside Nigel had brought a handgun out, and was placing a bullet in the chamber. He moved the hair on Joseph’s head, and placed the tip of the barrel onto his skin. Metal is so much colder when it’s pressed against your temple.
As the man cocked the gun, Jeffries let out a scream. “Riolu, run!”
The blood curdling scream was followed by the pistol’s horrid growl. The slug split his skull, killing him instantly. The man’s corpse slouched over onto the floor, letting blood spill onto the wood beneath him.
“Alright, now search this place top to bottom until you find that Riolu!” said Nigel.
The men turned on all the lights of the house and began tearing the place apart. Inch by inch, they turned the place upside down in search of the pokemon. Riolu, who had heard his master’s scream, was hiding under the bed in their room. Nigel busted the door open and began looking everywhere for a pokeball. With every slam of a dresser drawer, Riolu flinched a little, fearing for his life. The rest of the men came into the room soon after Nigel did.
“Nigel, we looked all over the place. We even checked out in the zoo, and we can’t find him anywhere,” one of the men said.
“Dammit! We can’t let this one get away. It’s the finest looking Riolu that I’ve ever seen. Do you know how strong it could be with the right motivation?” Nigel screamed, slamming a fist into a mirror, shattering it. With this, Riolu gave a little squeal.
“Did you hear that?”
Nigel pressed his body to the floor and looked under the bed, locking eyes with Riolu. He reached under as Riolu tried to escape, but managed to get a hand around his throat.
“There you are! Ahaha, what a fine beast you are. Do you see now, men? Definitely worth it,” said Nigel, holding the squirming pokemon by his neck scruff.
The men agreed and nodded as they looked the pokemon over. One of them brought out a long, metal rod and began to walk over to Nigel and Riolu. He pressed the rod into Riolu’s side, sending electricity throughout the pokemon’s body. Riolu squealed and cried, and eventually lost consciousness. Another man brought out a bag, which Nigel placed the limp pokemon in.
“Alright, let’s get this guy to the boss.”
Riolu woke up seeing nothing but darkness. He squirmed around, and realized he had been tied up. He could hear men talking all around him, but something that was laying over him blocked his vision. He moved a bit more, and finally the bag he had been placed in fell off of his head. Riolu now saw that he was in a car. The bag he was in was in the middle of the back seat, and there was a man on either side of him. Nigel was in the passenger seat, and another man was driving the car. For fear that the men might shock him again, Riolu kept his head low while he listened.
“Well, I was hoping we wouldn’t have to kill the poor bastard,” said one of the men.
“At least we got what we came for. That Riolu is gonna make us some nice spending money when we get him to Boss,” another chimed in.
“We aren’t forgetting who found him, are we?” Nigel laughed. “That Riolu has potential beyond what any of you realize. Not only is it in peak physical condition, but I know that it has already developed the ability to somewhat control Aura. I noticed it when he came from his pokeball at the zoo. He was napping, and a blue film seemed to coat him.”
“What’s so special about him knowing how to use Aura? Don’t all Lucario do that?”
“Yes, Lucario do. Not Riolus. A Riolu is normally only able to connect with people the way that a Ralts does. Through sensing emotion, and observing behaviors. Aura is much more than that. Everything that lives has some amount of Aura around them, and within them. It is the essence of life! With control over it, you are able to pierce the minds of others, reading their thoughts. Lucario seem to have more control over it than any other beast on the planet, being able to channel it into attacks, and even communicate telepathically with humans. There are even some people who claim to have control over it, but it seems unlikely to me,” explained Nigel. He was obviously very knowledgeable on the subject.
“But why is it so important that Riolu knows it already if he’s just going to learn it when he becomes a Lucario?” a man asked.
“Think about the possibilities! If a Riolu already knows skills that are usually reserved for Lucario, what skills might it possess when it becomes a Lucario? It could be the strongest Lucario that the world has seen! If we could manage to focus all of its power, all of its aura, into training, it could unlock skills that no Lucario, or possibly any pokemon, has ever had before,” Nigel exclaimed.
The men around Nigel looked dumbly at him, clearly not understanding the magnitude of this great find. “Well, I guess it’s a good find either way. The Boss won’t complain about a Riolu.”
Nigel sighed, realizing that his words had been wasted. He turned back around in his chair, and looked out his window. Though these lugs didn’t have a clue about what he was talking about, he knew the Boss would. The Boss knew more about pokemon, and more importantly Aura, than Nigel did, and would be pleased with this offering.
Throughout the night, Riolu listened to the men converse as they traveled down the road. He learned that they were a group of thieves who steal pokemon for their organization. Their Boss, who they talked about almost nonstop, seemed to collect the most powerful pokemon that they found, and seemed to be a terrible man. Nigel, and the men in the car, were his scouts. They went around in search of rare and powerful pokemon to take back to their boss, and in return they received money.
“Alright,” said Nigel as the pulled up to a building. “Let’s go make some money.”
Riolu ducked back into the sack as he saw a hand reach for it. The men took him into the building, and took an elevator to the top floor. When the elevator doors opened, they walked out into a beautiful office. Nearly everything was white, and each wall boasted a small waterfall with a pool full of coy fish beneath it. The far wall of the office was solid glass, and you could see buildings for what seemed like miles. Just before you reached the windows, a large desk sat in the middle of the room. A man sat there, writing on a sheet of paper.
“Boss, we’ve got something great for ya!” one of the men shouted.
The Boss looked up from his work and stood up at his desk. He was tall and slender, and had dark skin. His hair was graying, and his hairline seemed to be receding a bit in the front. The thing that stood out the most about him were his eyes. They were cold and intense, and lacked color of any kind.
“What do you have for me this time, boys?” he asked. His voice was like a sword hitting another, cold and sharp.
Riolu felt the man turn the bag that held him upside down, and dump him onto the hard floor. Riolu ignored the pain, and continued to pretend to be asleep.
“A Riolu,” said the man again.
“N-n-not just any Riolu, sir,” said Nigel, breaking to the front of their group. “This Riolu is special!”
“Special?” asked the Boss, looking the small pokemon over.
“It already has some control over Aura. I have seen it with my own eyes, sir,” Nigel said, bowing slightly.
“Are you sure? You weren’t seeing things? How do you know for certain?” the Boss questioned, now bending over Riolu to get a closer look.
“When he came out of his pokeball, a blue coating was over him. It left him as soon as he woke up though,” Nigel explained.
“Well, I can’t say that what you’ve described can be called ‘control’ over Aura. It seems that while he’s sleeping, he is in a more relaxed state, and the Aura seems to flow more freely. However, this is more than what any Riolu I’ve ever seen has been capable of, so I remain quite interested,” the Boss hissed, now picking Riolu up.
He felt the pokemon’s muscles, and lifted his ears. He inspected every inch of Riolu. He held it in front of him and lifted it a few times, judging the weight. Once he was finished, he handed it to Nigel.
“Vosburg, take this to our training facility. Once he has been subjected to a few weeks of our special regimen, he will certainly be able to control Aura. You’ve done a great job with this one,” said the Boss.
Nigel and the others brought Riolu back downstairs, even further down past the lobby floor. They were delving deeper beneath the building, until they finally reached their destination. The men carried Riolu into a room full of other people, and several other pokemon. There were computers lining most of the walls, and several people were typing away on them. In the middle of the room, two rows of what seemed to be long, vertical tubes extended from the floor to the ceiling. Inside them were pokemon who looked as if they were sleeping. All together, there were two rows of ten tubes, back to back, a pokemon in each of them. The far end of the massive room was by far the most interesting area. There was an area, about 30 meters by 30 meters, which had snow on it. It seemed impossible that there could be snow inside this room, which was at least 70 degrees. Two pokemon, a Weavile and a Rhydon, were battling on the snowy field.
Rhydon hulked over his tiny opponent, and was ten times his size, and also had a type advantage. However, the Weavile had a slight type advantage too, with Ground being weak to Ice. In addition to that, Weavile was much faster than the bulky rhino, and it was also fighting in snow, its usual habitat. Rhydon raised his massive arm high above his head, and began to bring it down onto the tiny Weavile. A Hammer Arm attack would destroy the pokemon. Weavile was much too quick for Rhydon though, and zipped around behind him. Weavile balled his hand into a tight fist, and leapt into the air, pounding the icy claw into Rhydon’s exposed face. The crippling Ice Punch was enough to sent Rhydon to the floor in pain.
Weavile stood over the massive pokemon in triumph, but its victory was short-lived. A man came over to where Weavile was standing, and produced a long metal rod. It was the same weapon that had been used on Riolu. He rammed it into the Weavile’s side, and electrocuted it until it lost consciousness. The man then picked up the fainted beast and carried him to the tubes. He climbed a sort of ladder, which was built into the side of the tube, and hooked a few IVs into Weavile. After the unconscious pokemon was completely hooked up, he dumped it into the massive tube. Apparently, the tubes were full of some sort of liquid, and the Weavile floated peacefully in it. A small monitor on the outside of the container displayed heart rate, and other information about the pokemon inside.
They watched the snowy field where the pokemon had just been battling start to transform before their eyes. The snow seemed to evaporate into nothingness, and green grass came out of the ground to replace it. Not only was the snow completely gone, but the ground wasn’t wet where it had been only moments before. This was obviously a computer program designed to simulate environments where pokemon were likely to battle. The tubes seemed to keep the pokemon sustained while they weren’t battling. The men now watched as a forklift lifted the huge Rhydon into his tube. Wires were attached, and he splashed in, nearly filling the container up.
The men didn’t seem surprised by any of the marvelous things happening around them. They walked casually over to the man who seemed to be in charge of the tubes, and handed him the sack that held Riolu.
“New pokemon for you, Howard. This one is special, so whatever you do, keep it healthy. It’s going into the Boss’s personal collection, and on top of that, it’s a particularly good specimen. Take care of it for us,” said Nigel, turning the pokemon over to Howard.
Howard emptied the bag and dumped Riolu into his arms. He held the pokemon up, examining him much as the Boss had, and then walked over to a tube. The tubes were all the same size, and were clearly all large enough to hold a full-grown Rhydon, so they made Riolu and Howard look tiny. Riolu looked around, scared witless, as Howard placed him on a tray. As Howard climbed up the side of the tube, the tray was raised into the air so that Howard could have both hands free as he climbed. Once the pair was at the top, Howard began poking IVs into Riolu. The small pokemon began to feel anesthesia taking effect as the man finished. Howard lifted Riolu up into the air, and Riolu tried hard to stop him, but was too weak. He threw the helpless pokemon into the liquid and climbed back down. As Riolu struggled in the tube, the medicine took its full effect, causing Riolu to drift off to a deep, involuntary sleep.
“Thanks a lot, Howard,” Nigel said. “We’ll be back tomorrow to see how well he can battle, and I’m sure that the Boss will be coming with us.”
Nigel and the others walked back to the elevator and crammed inside it. They disappeared as Howard began to gaze at Riolu. The pokemon floated in the liquid, his eyes closed. Howard took a clipboard and began recording data on Riolu. Height, weight, blood pressure, and heart rate all were recorded.
“My goodness! I don’t believe that I’ve ever seen a pokemon in such good condition!” exclaimed Howard. He marveled at Riolu for several minutes. “I hope you’re ready to become all that you can, little one.”
The next day, Riolu woke up to several faces leaning over him. He was lying on the tray again, and had wires coming out of him all over. Howard and some other doctors were poking and prodding Riolu, and a few began to take wires out. Riolu’s fur was wet from the gel-like liquid inside the tube. They dried him off, and placed him on the ground.
“Alright, let’s begin the physical evaluation,” said Howard.
They gave Riolu a series of tests, seeing how well his body performed under certain circumstances. They had him blow into a glass container with a straw, seeing how long he could blow a ball into the air, he ran on a treadmill for awhile, and they had him walk across an elevated bar to test his balance. The doctors marveled at the Riolu, as it scored perfectly on each and every evaluation.
“Such a fine pokemon! Alright, let us now see what kind of battler you are,” said Howard, picking Riolu up. He took him over to the battle area, which was covered in bare dirt now. Howard placed Riolu onto the dusty ground and walked back to a computer screen near the battle area.
As he typed, the terrain changed. It was now a hard floor that seemed to be covered in canvas, or vinyl. This type of floor was what most gym leaders used in their gyms, as it was best for battling on. Howard walked from the computer screen now, and went over to a camera which sat on a tripod. He turned it on, and walked in front of it.
“Beginning battle number 1, pokemon number 419, standard terrain. All factors are normal, and the opponent is evenly matched. Beginning now,” he said, walking back to his computer.
A person walked over to the battle area, and threw a pokeball onto the field. A flash of light came out, and an Elekid appeared on the floor. The Elekid looked slightly larger, and more muscular than other Elekids that Riolu had seen before. It also had a look in his eye that seemed evil. Riolu could tell that this pokemon wasn’t a friendly one, and had been here for a long time.
“Begin!” shouted Howard.
Elekid instantly jumped into the air towards Riolu. There were no trainers in this battle, only the pokemon. Riolu had never been in a battle in which pokemon chose moves for themselves. Instinctively, Riolu rolled out of the way when Elekid brought an electrically charged fist onto the ground where he had been standing. Riolu turned around and saw that his opponent was already plotting another attack, and running full speed at him.
As Elekid reared his fist back, Riolu darted towards him. Elekid wasn’t expecting his enemy to come to him, so he was caught off-guard. Riolu raised a knee, which slammed into Elekid’s stomach, sending him reeling. Elekid fell to the floor, but quickly pushed off of it. Riolu saw that he could easily defeat this pokemon, and decided that he would as quickly as possible. Elekid tried a new tactic now. Instead of using his physical moves, he would try striking from afar. The Electric pokemon’s ears began to glow yellow as static jumped around on the fur. Small streams of electricity were traveling back and forth from ear to ear. Elekid finally expelled the energy from his body in the form of a wicked thunderbolt. The raw energy targeted Riolu, and hit him full force, sending him flying backwards. Riolu had never been hit with an attack that powerful, and was a little shaken up by it.
Seeing that his opponent was more powerful than he had anticipated, he decided to go on the offensive. Using all the speed he could muster, he darted towards Elekid using Quick Attack. Elekid tried to trace him, but was perplexed by the blinding speed. Changing direction several times, Riolu finally slammed into Elekid, knocking him back. The attack wasn’t strong, and only hurt Elekid a little. The electric pokemon rushed towards Riolu again, wielding an electric fist. As he slammed it into his enemy’s gut, Riolu took the opportunity to turn this attack around. Things seemed to move in slow motion as Riolu transformed Elekid’s attack into an attack of his own. He grabbed Elekid’s fist, and put a foot into his stomach. Riolu fell on his back, and flipped Elekid over him, launching the pokemon off with a foot that acted like a piston.
Elekid winced in pain as he lay on his back. He rolled onto his stomach and placed his hands on the ground, trying to push himself up, but couldn’t. His muscles had expended the last of their energy, and his body had pushed its limits. The little pokemon could battle no more, and slipped into unconsciousness.
“Well, he’s no bluff. I’d say that this one has true potential, and after we’re done with him, he’ll be a fearsome battler. I can’t be sure, but we might have the most powerful pokemon we’ve ever had here,” said Howard, gazing at Riolu, who was breathing heavily, worn out from battling.
Suddenly, someone behind the group of doctors began to clap. The clapping got closer and closer, gaining volume as the doctors parted. They moved aside to reveal the Boss, who was applauding Riolu.
“My, my!” he said. “What a battle! Nigel, you’ve definitely done well this time. I can see that this Riolu has a lot of potential in our organization. How is the training coming along, doctors?”
“Well, this was just his first battle, but we expect to begin training as soon as this afternoon,” said Howard.
“Good. I want you to take your time with this one. Give him all the attention he needs, and be sure to keep him healthy. This is a treasure we have here, and I don’t want it screwed up,” said the Boss.
“Of course, sir. We won’t let him be harmed,” Howard said, nodding.
“But, under no circumstances will you take it easy on him. No, I don’t want the little beast injured, but don’t sugarcoat his training. We have the best training regimen out there, and he should be trained just like any other pokemon would be. Don’t take it easy on him, just don’t kill him,” the Boss said. With that, he walked out of the room again, and went into the elevator.
“Alright, Riolu, let’s begin the training then!” Howard shouted.
-One Month Later-
Riolu had been in the training facility for one month now, and the brutal training was taking its toll on him. He was much stronger, yes, but his morale and attitude had deteriorated greatly. Riolu had been subjected to a strict diet, battles against opponents that were far larger and more trained than him, and ridiculous workout routines.
He was so strong now. He was just a Riolu still, but he had mastered basic Aura based attacks already. He could now knock out the Rhyperior, which was a Rhydon when he first arrived, with a single Force Palm. In addition to his enhanced battling skills, he had learned to use Telepathy. Though he could read the minds of others now, he was careful not to speak telepathically to them. Riolu didn’t want them knowing that he was so far along just yet. Riolu’s current training objective was to master the Aura Sphere attack. The attack uses the user’s own Aura, and blasts their opponent with it. The attack is strong, and can never miss.
Though Riolu was now one of the strongest pokemon at the facility, his mental health was breaking down rapidly. The forced training, constant electrocution, and irregular diet and sleep were proving to be too much for the small pokemon. Riolu constantly had thoughts of murder, and even suicide a few times. He dreamt of destroying the facility, and releasing his fellow prisoners, and then killing Howard and Nigel, and all the other people that worked here. He dreamt of stealing a scalpel from Howard and slitting his own throat with it, just so he could be free from the hell he was trapped in. He resisted these urges though, and continued training. Peace only found him when he remembered his own master, Mr. Jeffries. He fondly recalled the days at his house when he could greet tourists, and lay by the fire.
-Another Month Later-
Riolu had now mastered the Aura Sphere attack, and was using it to soundly defeat all other pokemon in the facility. He could easily beat any opponent in his path, and did on a daily basis. No matter what pokemon they pitted him against, he could find a way to defeat it. Riolu was smart enough to find ways to counter type advantages, and yet still had enough brute strength to get him out of any other situation they could throw at him. He could battle on any terrain, and in any weather. They had even designed a new terrain for him called Volcano Terrain. The floor was lava, and rocks floated around in it. One had to navigate from rock to rock to avoid falling to a fiery death, and Riolu could do this easily.
The doctors who trained him now believed that he had reached his peak as a Riolu, and wanted him to evolve into the much stronger Lucario, so that he could learn new techniques. They began to treat Riolu very differently than they used to, bringing him gifts, and giving him special treatment, but it didn’t work. They knew that Riolu had to be incredibly happy for it to evolve, but Riolu saw through their plan, and remained enraged.
One day, Howard brought Riolu to a new machine. He took the cloth that covered it off, and revealed a complicated looking device with many lights. There was a door on the front, and he told Riolu to step inside. To Riolu, it resembled a large microwave, which made him nervous. At this point, Riolu nearly killed Howard. He could’ve made a simple move and had him on the floor, headless, in two seconds. However, he remained calm, and stepped into the device.
Howard pressed a few buttons, and suddenly Riolu began to be zapped from all sides by electricity. It wasn’t like normal electricity like that in a pokemon’s attack, or from the metal rods they were so keen on using. This was another kind of energy. The bolts were green, and they didn’t cause as much pain as normal electricity. The machine was supposed to induce evolution, and it worked on most pokemon, but Riolu remained the same.
The Boss visited every single day now. He was more interested in Riolu than anything else, and constantly asked Howard about his progress.
“He’s coming along perfectly, Boss,” the doctor explained.
“But why hasn’t he evolved yet?” asked the Boss.
“We aren’t sure. Our machine wouldn’t induce the evolution, and we can’t seem to make him happy enough. Until then, it looks like he’s going to remain a Riolu. I don’t know what else to tell you, Boss,” Howard explained, expecting his Boss to fire him, or worse, at any second.
“Well, we have to be patient then, don’t we? Just give him what he wants, and keep me informed,” he said, and with that, he returned to his office.
Riolu began to formulate a plan now. He sought nothing but peace and solitude now, but was denied that all the time. He only wanted to be alone somewhere. Somewhere natural, and without civilization. He plotted an escape, and it would involve violence towards men.
-Two Weeks Later-
Riolu’s plan was complete. He knew what had to be done, and how it would be executed. Being able to read the thoughts of most of those around him was helpful of course, and his unparalleled strength certainly wouldn’t hold him back.
He decided that he would begin to execute the plan as soon as Howard brought him from his tank. Riolu woke up on the familiar tray, and Howard was standing over him, pulling out IV needles. Next to Riolu’s tray, sat another tray that had anything a doctor might need. Clamps, syringes, and most importantly, a scalpel were lying on the tray.
As Howard wrote things down on a clipboard, Riolu closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could. In his mind, he saw the scalpel, and he saw its Aura. He focused every bit of energy he could on the scalpel, and just a few inches away from him, the scalpel began to rise from the table. It hovered for a few seconds, and finally it began steadily gaining altitude.
Howard was completely unsuspecting. He was too focused on the writing he was doing on his clipboard, and his back was turned on Riolu and the floating scalpel. A blue coating surrounded the knife as it finally reached the same height as Howard’s head.
Howard turned around, and looked straight at the knife, surprised. “What in God’s na-“, but he was cut short. The scalpel was flung through the air and plunged into the man’s temple. He didn’t die right away, and had time to steal a glance at Riolu, who was now standing on the tray. He brought a hand to his head and dabbed the blood, but then fell to the floor. Upon landing, the scalpel hit the floor first, diving even further into Howard’s brain.
Step one was complete. He had taken care of the one who kept the place in order, and without him, things would be a mess. But to ensure that a mess ensued, Riolu went to work on step two.
The small pokemon walked from container to container, placing a purple palm on the glass, and busting it. Riolu used Force Palm on every tube until each and every pokemon was free. As they slid from their encasements, the needles slid out of their skin, so they woke up fairly quickly.
At this point, the other workers noticed what Riolu was doing. Luckily, there were only a few working at this time, and Riolu could easily handle them. Some of them panicked, and froze with fear, but others were quick to arm themselves, and pursued Riolu with the too-familiar electrically charged metal rods.
One man charged at Riolu, who simply evaded his attack. Riolu dove to the side nimbly, and climbed up his attacker’s back. He took a fist, and smacked the back of the man’s neck, bringing him to his knees. The other two workers who had grabbed their weapons now stared at Riolu, not moving.
The pokemon were all fully awake now, and realized how very free they were. They got up and saw the people who had tortured them, keeping them in this prison for months, and noticed how defenseless they truly were. Sure they had some flimsy metal poles, but against 20 enraged, fully grown pokemon, the idea of using them was absurd.
An Ursaring shook off moisture from his brown coat, and looked over at a cowering worker. The massive bear took a pitchfork-like claw and raked it across the crying man’s face, sending him to the ground in agony. He was screaming a tortured cry of pain, but his misery was soon ended as the Ursaring brought his fist onto the man’s neck, snapping his spine.
The other workers instantly fled towards the door upon seeing their colleague being maimed in front of them, but they were denied an exit by the other pokemon. They had become a riotous mob now, and only had murder on their minds. It was time to get their revenge on their captors once and for all.
The Rhyperior came hobbling to the front of the crowd of pokemon, and eyed the workers. He picked one of them up, and simply tore him apart. One massive claw was grasping his head, and the other was holding his legs, but the man’s torso ripped apart as if it were a worn out t-shirt. His insides were no longer inside him, and they slipped from his chest cavity onto the floor with a fopping sound.
This was all the other pokemon needed to see, and they lunged for the remaining, cornered workers. Riolu was pleased with how well his plan was working, and gazed at the mob of ferocious beasts as they destroyed the cowering doctors. Their cries echoed throughout the room, and blood spattered the walls and pokemon alike as they tore them limb from limb.
Seeing that this phase of his plan was successful, he moved onto the next part. Riolu rushed for the elevator, and closed the door. He pressed the button labeled “Lobby”, and waited as it brought him to the surface.
Riolu pressed himself along the side of the elevator, peeking around the doorframe, checking if anyone was in the lobby. Luckily, it was late at night and the building was closed to everyone except the people working downstairs, but they seemed to live somewhere in the building, so they had no need to come and go.
Riolu darted out of the elevator and made a beeline to the glass doors. He shot a quick Aura Sphere at the wall of glass, shattering it so that he didn’t have to stop. Riolu ran out of the building, and never looked back.
He came out into a city that he didn’t know. There were buildings all over the place, and he didn’t recognize any of them. Since the hour was so late, he met very few people as he rushed down the sidewalk, but to avoid being captured again, he stuck to the shadows. Riolu decided it would be best to just run in a single direction, and not stop until he felt safe. He ran for nearly fifteen minutes until finally buildings and roads were becoming scarcer. Riolu crept past the city limits and into the wilderness, hoping to find shelter and safety.
Riolu woke up in the middle of the woods, just outside the city he had escaped from. He could see the town from where he had stopped to rest, which made him uneasy; he needed to get as far away from the place as he could. Riolu began running again, and stayed in the bushes instead of traveling on the path.
As he rushed through the forest, he suddenly heard a rumbling coming from behind him. Its volume grew, and seemed to be getting closer to him as he ran. Riolu looked behind him and saw that a truck was driving down the road.
Riolu ducked down in the bushes to the side of the road, and tried his best to remain unseen. As the truck drove past, he saw that the man driving was Nigel, the man who had captured him originally. In the passenger seat sat the Boss, and his eyes were savagely searching the forest around him.
Once the truck was out of sight, Riolu thought it was safe to travel on the road now. He began to jog down the beaten path, which was much easier on his feet than the forest floor had been. Every little noise frightened Riolu, and caused him to look behind him. A lawnmower in the distance suddenly fired up, and Riolu craned his neck to glance behind him. The engine kept going, keeping Riolu on his toes. As he ran, not paying attention to what was in front of him, he ran into a trainer.
Riolu smacked into the boy, and fell on his back. The boy turned around, startled, and extended a hand to the pokemon. Riolu backed away from him, and looked at him uneasily, but the boy took a step toward Riolu with his hand still out.
“It’s ok, I won’t hurt you,” said the boy. He was soft spoken, and had sandy hair. He wore a bag over his shoulder, and was wearing shorts and a long sleeve shirt. He was fairly pale, but his face was darkened by several freckles just under his eyes, which were a stony grey.
Riolu could sense the boy’s Aura now. A blue light enveloped him, and Riolu could see his every intention. Unlike the people at the training facility, his Aura was positive. The people there had Auras that were black, and gave off negative energy. This boy emitted nothing but pure, positive energy and seemed to have good intentions.
Riolu hesitated no longer, and reached up for his hand. The boy brought him to his feet, and dusted him off a bit.
“Hm, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a pokemon like you before. What are you, I wonder?” he asked.
Riolu thought that it would be safe to use his telepathy in this situation. Judging by his Aura, the boy was safe and could be trusted. Riolu got eye contact, and sent a message to him, mind to mind. “I am a Riolu,” he said.
The boy’s eyebrows rose when he heard the Riolu’s voice. “Did…did you just speak to me?”
“Yes,” Riolu continued, “I have mastered telepathy as a way to communicate.”
“Wow, that’s pretty incredible. I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard of a pokemon that can talk to people before,” he said. “So you’re a Riolu, huh?”
The boy reached into his bag and pulled out a small handbook. The title read “Trainer’s Guide to Foreign Pokemon”. He thumbed through the pages until he found the ‘R’ section.
“Ah-ha! Riolu: the Emanation Pokemon. Known for being able to sense the Auras of those around them, Riolu have been known to befriend people and form a deep connection. Riolu are Fighting Type, and evolve into the rare and powerful Lucario!” the boy read aloud. “Now that’s a name I know. I didn’t know Lucario even existed. I’ve never seen one. I wasn’t aware that they had a pre-evolution on top of that.”
“Yes, that’s all correct. Look, I can’t stay and chat for long,” Riolu said to the boy, “I have to get somewhere safe. People are looking for me, and they want to kidnap me. Can you take me someplace safe?”
“What kind of people are you talking about, Riolu?” he asked, looking puzzled.
“There isn’t time for questions; I just need a safe place to stay. Do you have one or not?” Riolu asked.
“I suppose we can find somewhere for you, just come with me. By the way, my name is Paul,” he said.
Riolu stuck close to Paul, peeking behind him every few meters. Paul was walking casually through the forest, nowhere nearly as fast as Riolu would like to be moving. He didn’t seem to understand the urgency of the situation, but at least he could protect Riolu until they found somewhere safe for him to stay. Riolu could protect himself from other pokemon, but these men would stop at nothing to catch him, and they would have tools that would get the job done, no matter how strong he was. For now his fate rested in Paul’s hands, whether he knew it or not.
Endnotes (Not included in character count of course)
So, that's it. Chapter 1 sort of brings up the setting for the rest of this story. As I've said already, the story will have multiple captures in later entries, and such, but just one for now.
This chapter's theme was envy, if you hadn't gathered that. It's about people, and their want for things they don't have, and how they're willing to do just about anything to get them. Certain characters represent various human qualities, but I'll let you figure them out for yourself ^_^.
Also, the Riolu might seem a bit overpowered, but that's the idea. It is supposed to be stronger than most Riolu, or pokemon in general, which is why people want him so badly. He is a bit crazy, due to the conditions he was in, but his crazy side hasn't really come out yet. So far, he seems fairly sane to Paul, and you readers, but letting a mob of angry pokemon loose on a group of people isn't the worst thing he'll do.
Aura is a big part of this story as well, and I might not follow the typical rules for Aura that the anime/games give us, but I'm declaring creative license on that. I'll describe it in the best way it works in my story.
22nd February 2011, 05:10 PM
Re: Emanation: Chapter 1 *Ready for Grading*
Claiming as requested.
5th March 2011, 10:24 PM
Re: Emanation: Chapter 1 *Ready for Grading*
Introduction: This introduction of yours is, to me, interesting. You started with what was apparently a quote. Very interesting to me, though as for reflecting the story, not so much. I'll bring this up more in the plot section though.
Anyway, after that, it starts with one of Mr. Jeffries's habits. I'll say this part is good as well, not too bad either. It introduces a sort of main character, and then goes on to give an additional detail about them. That's a great format for an introduction, so great job here overall.
Plot: This plot is supposed to sort of be a 'setup' for a 2 chapter story, but to me, it was more than that. It wasn't original to me though, and reminded me almost way too much of that anime Riolu special. Maybe you could switch up the plot entirely to deal with this, or change some parts? One place to do this would be to have something else accidentally captured, but the Riolu follows anyway and does an epic save.
Another thing is that the primary sentence of the story doesn't exactly follow the plot that much. It talks about fueling hatred, and from reading the story, I just see a lost Riolu who was stolen and found by a boy, even if it was slowly driven to insanity, it never killed anyone or anything except to escape the facility. Maybe it'll make sense in the next chapter, but still. You could try to find a proverb or something that matched after the story was written, but hey, it's a good proverb anyway.
Grammar/Spelling: A major error I saw here was the possessive of words that end with 's' that are singular. To do this, you either simply put an apostrophe at the end or put an apostrophe with another 's'. While both are grammatically correct, it is recommended to do the latter because, well, plural possessive is also done using the former, and it could make it seem like, using this context, two 'Mr. Jeffrieses'.
Besides this though, I saw no major, consistent errors in this category.
Description: Everything in this section looks good to me. Just remember to keep a steady amount, with not too little, but not too much either. Balance is key, as it makes the story a bit easier to read.
Dialogue: Dialogue is a common factor of this story. Much of it is talking within the organization, or speaking to the Riolu. The Riolu itself also talks using telepathy. Either way, I see no problem with the speaking here, so you're good. Just, like with the description, be careful of how much you put. The amount of dialogue can show how the characters are portrayed and stuff along those lines.
Reality: In the sense of going along the mechanics of this world, you're pretty good. In the sense of the real world though, you're a bit worse. Keep in mind though, this is because you followed the mechanics of the Pokémon World, so you're good here.
Length: As far as going for Complex, this story is good, in the sense that it goes beyond the limit. Remember though, going beyond the limit isn't required though, but the quality itself is.
Personal Feelings: This story mainly has mixed feelings with me. Just modify some parts of the plot, and you'll be fine though.
Outcome: Riolu is captured, but barely. Check to see how I didn't include some sections on this, most notably the characterization section. That's because this story technically isn't fully done, so we shouldn't know all of these things. Be careful especially with the possessive and the plot. Those things can get you a failed capture.
Anyway, enjoy the little bugger, and I hope to read something else of yours sometime. Personally, I'd like to see how this wraps up. It might be better than I would imagine.