As I gazed at the figure on the ground I couldn’t quite believe my eyes. I had never expected such a creature to be able to cause such a wound. To be fair, neither had I thought that I would ever see my partner on the floor, killed by what was basically an insect bite. Today was a strange day and could well be my last.
First there had been the explosion at the nuclear plant. Radiation had been chucked into the atmosphere for miles, we had been lucky to escape it. But the Pokémon seemed to have been affected by it. First a small boat had been sunk in Lake Dilatia by a giant Magikarp, then a herd of mutated Magnemite had caused powercuts all over Havano City. Now we had the Murderer of the Moors.
I was a Police Officer, sent out here to find a murderer. He had killed numerous Pokémon before this day, but, yesterday, he had killed a tourist couple. When we found them, their faces were lacerated and their eyes had been eaten. I had been sent out, along with a partner, to find this mystery murderer. We had started in the woods where the tourists had been killed and stumbled into a hollow. We had seen the Caterpie wriggling on the floor, displaying its green back to us. Something in its round, black, eyes told me that it was looking for trouble. My partner didn’t see this in the small Pokémon. He was wearing the same black leather jacket that he had worn for ten years in the force.
“Look at this Caterpie, boss,” he said, looking up at me. He was a short man, reaching just short of 5’7”. This was often a cause of teasing and some of the other officers sometimes even ruffled his brown hair, which he took much care of.
“I don’t like the look of him,” I replied. “He looks too…calm.”
“What nonsense!” he bawled. “It’s a Caterpie, not an axe-murderer.” With that he knelt down, gently cooing to the Pokémon. Caterpie raised its head, revealing its yellow underside. There was a red patch on it.
“Jack, get away from that Caterpie now!” I shouted at him. He turned around at me.
“Don’t worry, Harry, it’s just a-” He was cut off as the Bug-type jumped into the air, latching its teeth into his neck. Jack stood up and stumbled about, blood spurting from his neck. He fell to the floor, his face turning pale.
I returned to the present. I could die here if I didn't do something. Caterpie unhinged its jaws and let the blood fall freely onto the dusty floor. As it withdrew its pincers I gasped in shock. Caterpie's teeth were about 2 inches long. A rancid smell rose up from Jack's body. It was Arbok venom. That's how Caterpie had killed all of those people. I looked up at the blue sky. Was this the end? Would I die in this woody thicket, with brown autumn leaves scattered all over the floor. I felt in my pocket, rummaging around desperately as the Caterpie prepared to jump. I found what I was looking for and pulled out a Poké Ball from my pocket. I threw it into the air.
“Pidgeot, go!” The Pokémon released itself from its plasma state and flew into the air, his crest flying behind him. Pidgeot didn’t look like a strong Pokémon and, indeed, it was easily defeated, but it had a type advantage against the Bug-type Caterpie. It flew a circuit around the clearing, boasting its fine brown body and cream underside. “This Caterpie’s pretty tough. I don’t want to take any chances, use Brave Bird and blast it away!” I commanded.
Pidgeot flew high into the sky and Caterpie watched patiently. As the bird-like Pokémon reached the peak of its flight it burst into flame. Pidgeot plummeted towards Caterpie, his plumage burning with a radiant flame. As Pidgeot approached Caterpie jumped out of the way the instant before the attack hit, sending Pidgeot crashing into the ground. A dust cloud rose from the site of the collision and I saw Pidgeot lying on the floor, his red and yellow crest splayed over his beak.
“Don’t worry, Pidgeot. get up and use Aerial Ace. Caterpie can’t dodge that. you’ll be fine!” I promised my Pokémon. Pidgeot looked hurt but this attack would be enough to weaken Caterpie a lot. Pidgeot raced through the air, his feathers flattened out by the speed at which he was travelling. Caterpie jumped into the air, flying towards Pidgeot with great power. The Tackle attack collided with Aerial Ace midair and Pidgeot was flung back into a tree. What was this nonsense? How could a Pokémon as small as Caterpie be this powerful? It was certain now that Pidgeot couldn’t face Caterpie in direct contact. We had to beat him from a distance.
I told Pidgeot to use Hurricane. Hurricane was one of his most powerful moves and it might be able to beat Caterpie in one hit. Pidgeot flapped its wings violently and let out a huge storm of wind. Caterpie could not avoid this attack, and was flung towards one of the trees. As he passed it, Caterpie let loose a strong web that clung to the tree. The tall oak bent under the force of the Hurricane, but Caterpie held on, tethered by his String Shot. Pidgeot could not keep up the storm for much longer and his wings slowed down, eventually stopping and coming to rest on the floor. Caterpie leapt into the air, his blood-stained fangs glowing. He dived into Pidgeot’s throat, slashing a huge gash in his cream-coloured plumage. Blood spurted out and was immediately soaked up by the dusty soil.
Pidgeot fell to the ground, dead. How was this possible? First my partner, now my Pidgeot had been killed by this evil creature. The Caterpie turned to face me, blood dripping from its evil blood-stained maw. I felt in my pocket, looking for my last hope. Caterpie jumped for the kill and I pulled out my revolver. The small but deadly Pokémon landed on the gun, its teeth latching on for the second before it realised its mistake. At this moment I took my chance. I hooked my finger around the cold metal trigger and pulled.
The bullet ripped Caterpie apart, almost vaporising the small creature. A few chunks of smoking flesh were all that was left of the Murderer of the Moors.