It was a rainy day down by the docks. Most days were rainy at this time of year, it being storm season and all. The docks were crowded by large gray buildings, and the cement docks reached out into the ocean, like fingers trying to poke the waves that beat against them. A small speck of red moves across the gray landscape, closer exclamation reveals it to be a boy wearing a red coat. The coat covers most of him, as it is far too big. He wears blue jeans with a few holes, and sneakers that were once white but have been stained with mud. He walks with a slight hunch; his black hair slightly covers his blue eyes. A backpack is weighing down his back, and he stops to pull his hood over his spiky hair. His name is Mike.
He walked along the docks heading for home. He makes this walk twice a day, Monday to Friday. He stopped and looked up, having heard a commotion. He saw a large boy, a few months older than him, and a smaller boy, about his age stood a near an oil can. Mike flinched, he knows who they are. The large one is a feared bully at school; the smaller one is his lackey. The large one is holding something in his hands the smaller one is looking into the oil can. Mike quickly ducked behind a nearly warehouse.
“Are you sure about this,” the short one said “We could get in trouble!”
“Are you scared?” The large one said, with an edge to his voice.
“No sir,” He said “Can we just get this over with?”
“Settle down, it’s not like we’re killing it or anything.”
“We may as well be”
A splashing noise is heard.
“See” The large man said “All done”
Mike stayed in his hiding spot for a few more seconds, and then he peaked out to look. He saw that the two are gone, and he keeps on walking. As he nears the oil can, he hears a splashing noise, and walked over to the can. Looking in, he saw a strange sight; a fish looks back at him. Unlike most fish that can be found in the ocean, this fish is large, and a bright red. It has two yellow “fins” poking out from its top and its bottom, the top one has three points and looks like a little crown. The bottom one has four spikes, and while it still looks a little crown like, it is not as crown like as the top one. It has two eyes, with a small black dot for a pupil. It had pink lips, and two long yellow tendrils came down from around its mouth. Red scales cover it, and its fins and tail was white. It was a Magikarp.
The fish bobbled up and down in side the barrel. It let out a few bubbles, and then splashed around. It seemed to be very unhappy with its predicament. Mike realized that the Magikarp will die if it stays in there, it has no food. It would have been fine in the ocean, which is few paces away.
Why couldn’t they have put the fish in the ocean? he thought. The poor thing doesn’t deserve this He puts his shoulder to the oil can, and pushes. His plan is to push the can over to the ocean, then knock the fish out of the can and into the ocean. The can however, seems to have different plans. Mike pushed it, and the can tips over. Water and fish went everywhere. The Magikarp slashing around like mad, Mike runs over to it and graves its tail. He then drags it over to the ocean then tossed it in. The fish floats in the water, and then goes under. Mike sighed, and then he continues one his way home, feeling like he has done something good.
A few weeks pass, and Mike is waking bye the docks again, this time on his way to school. He has walked part of the way, only to stop. The bully from before is walking his way. It is too late for him to hide. The bully graved his shirt and pulled him towards the ocean.
“I just got expelled,” The bully said “And I need a vent. Would you like a swim?”
“No,” Mike said, as he tried to kick the large boy, only to miss. “Really don’t want to!”
“Sucks to be you,” The bully said as he tossed Mike into the ocean. Instead of hitting water, he was pushed up by something hard, just barley being able to grave onto it. The boy was pulled up ten feet into the air. He was sitting on a long segmented serpent; it was blue, with a cream colored underbelly. Large white fins can out from its back, in cropping of three and four. It also had cream makings going down its side. Its tail was blue and white. It had a three pronged cress on its head, with red eyes right below it. Two small fins came out from the sides, and blue whiskers came down by its yellow lips. It was the evolved form of Magikarp, a Gyarados.
Mike was clinging onto one of spikes that came from its back. The large water flying type looked at the bully, a look of anger in its eyes. The Gyarados then let out a roar that terrified both mike and the bully. The bully fell to the ground. He then screamed like a little girl and ran away. The Gyarados lowered its head down to the docks, allowing for Mike to jump off.
“Thanks,” Mike said “I guess you are the Magikarp that I pushed into the ocean?”
The Gyarados nodded, and then waved its tail as a way of saying good buy. He then turned to the open sea and swan away. Mike waved back too it, and then when on his way to school.