When you wake up, you’re happy to be alive and you have things to do. When you wake up all of your problems and nightmares go away and rid themselves from your mind. There is one person however, that is an exception and this person doesn’t deserve to be that exception and seeks to find a way out of things... so that he can wake up knowing he has a purpose in life as well as actually having one because at the minute, he is dying.
“Doctor where am I?”
“What do you mean where are you? You’re in hospital because of what you did!”
A young man around the age of sixteen with long black streaky hair and light brown eyes with lines under them is lying on a hospital bed surrounded by doctors touching him constantly. He leans over to the left and although his eyes are bloodshot and the corner of his vision is covered with blood he can see his casual jeans and jacket on a chair next to him indicating whatever happened to him was recent.
“We might be losing him!”
The loud and irritating heart monitor begins to increase its volume and the rapid speed makes it hard for him to keep his eyes open as he feels himself slipping away as his muscles weaken. One of the doctors pushes down on his chest with a electronic device and he feels himself energized slightly feeling himself wake up.
“That was too close…”
He feels himself breathing better as all of the doctors sit down in the chairs staring intently at him not sure what to make of the situation. They don’t seem to let go of the stare and instead keep it going until he forces himself to break the awkward silence he has created.
“I still don’t know what happened”
“What good will telling you do?” replies one of the men closest to him in a concerned voice.
An answer to the rhetorical question the doctor threw at him was enough put him off replying as he tries to figure out where all of the blood is coming from with his hands. He gets his answer after clenching his fist and rubbing his knuckles around his eye trying to soothe them but finds blood on one of his knuckles.
“Your eyes the least of your problems kid don’t even try to move your leg,” the same doctor snaps another comment at him.
Instinctively the young man ignores him and tries to lift up his athletically built leg and it works perfect. He tries to lift his other one up and struggles feeling like there’s a dead weight on it and cannot get it to lift up as realization sets in and tells him what’s happened, he’s broken his leg. The sound of the heart monitor plays him back to sleep as he is too exhausted to ask anymore questions…
Memories of a beautiful girl with smooth blonde hair running over her shoulders and blue eyes coloured like the ocean began appearing in this young man’s dreams but the image stayed still. His dreams weren’t processing right and instead the solid picture of this girl stayed stuck in his head for a long time. Hours upon hours the picture just stayed there but eventually after a few twists and turns in his sleep he begins hearing voices…
Don’t say that Brian that’s a horrible thing to say…after all if anything like that happened I’d be right there for you!
Thanks. You mean the world to me you really do…
I said you mean the world to me…
Reality forces Brian to awaken as his eyes slowly open to see the person he spent hours dreaming about. The girl looks very shocked talking to one of the doctors outside of the room but Brian could have pulled off a bigger face but he is still too tired. He simply sighs and continues admiring the girl as he lays on the bed scrunched up trying to scavenge warmth from the bed sheet. After a few moments he realises the girl is not in the clothes he imagined her in but instead she is in her school uniform in a way only she wore. Top button of the collar undone and the tie being as short as possible with a short sleeved shirt keeping her slightly tanned skin tone together and most of all the black jeans she wore.
Brian can’t hear her well enough and continues remembering little things about her such as the way almost every girl in the summer would wear skirts or something whilst she would stay with her jeans on preferring the look of them. Brian always used to tell her it was a good choice and he thought she looked great in them but he began to get irritated when trying to figure out her name. He sees the door open to reveal her entering his ward and arches his back in a attempt to welcome her expecting a friendly welcome back.
“Hi,” she said in an extremely nervous manner.
“Are you okay? You don’t look like it…” he replies trying to get some answers.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
She looks at him using her body language to try and tell him something. Her mature behavior and serious attitude always allured him to her and he always liked the way she applied her make up and did her hair, it made him feel comfortable to see how relaxed she always was with him but this didn’t feel right.
“You’re usually louder than this…”
“Can you remember anything?” Skipping the question completely she answers with her own.
“I don’t mean to sound silly but the only thing I can remember is you and I can’t remember why I’m in hospital either but whenever I try to recall things you come in mind.,” he says preferring to open up to her.
She has a look of discomfort on her face which she hastily tries to remove before responding. “What you did for me was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen you do and it makes me happy that you’ve been my best friend for over five years now. I’ll never leave you Brian after what you did,” she opens up to him as well smiling afterward.
“What did I do?” Brian says trying to be as careful as possible running through everything he says.
Nothing but silence responds to him as she sits down on the chair and plays with her hair nervously hoping he won’t say another thing. She does however extend her hand to him and he reaches out to it and holds it until she begins squeezing tightly showing the bond they’ve had. They share the moment together before the door once again opens revealing yet another anonymous doctor in a boring white uniform as all of the others wear.
”It’s time for you to go Brian, we’ve arranged a taxi for you to go home in,” he said.
“Already? You made things last night seem pretty serious…” Brian questions him.
“Oh that ha-ha no worries you’ll be fine!” the doctor responds to him with a slight hint of fake in his words.
Brian chooses to say nothing as is he is handed a pair of crutches and left to work out the rest for himself sliding off of the bed and trying not to put pressure on his right leg and leaning on the crutches for support. He looks at his demoralized friend and asks her to open the door before proceeding to climb in the yellow cab waiting outside of the automatic doors that send him out. He opens the door and the girl says one last thing to him.
“Come to training tonight at 7PM. We’ll catch up and stuff and I’ll explain things to you. Get some rest for now dude it’ll do you good” she winks at him showing a much happier side to herself and then waves him goodbye as the cab leaves the hospital.
The streets of New York breathe life into Brian as he can see kids playing basketball in different parks and buildings as tall as the eye can see. The sunny weather is hot and revitalizes him but the driver decides to open both of the front windows in the car as the cool breeze of thirty miles per hour driving relaxes Brian as he takes in the settings that should feel familiar but have lost their place. The driver also switches on the radio and hears the song “By The Way” by Red Hot Chilli Peppers begin to play as he cheers and turns up the volume causing the drum beats to excite Brian a little leading to him cheering alongside the driver. He enjoys the long drive as the song fades into the background as the cab pulls over right outside his house.
“Thanks man enjoy the rest of your day” Brian thanks the driver with much appreciation in his voice.
“No problem kid,” he responds before shifting gears and driving away from the street and turning a corner leaving Brian’s view.
A single floor house awaits the recovering Brian and after getting his keys from his fresh trouser pockets and unlocking the maple door the first thing he does is turn the burglar alarm off making sure not to cause any noise to disturb the neighbors. He smells the fresh scent the house has probably from the cleaner that comes around every week and almost immediately realizes something. Every light in the house is switched on. The living room, the kitchen, the corridors and even the bedroom lights are all switched on.
“Talk about a bad vibe…what went on last night?”
Trying to ignore the growing fear in his mind he goes to his bedroom covered with mirrors, pictures and a massive bed and flicks the switch. He goes through the opposite door into the kitchen where there is still some food left in the microwave. It’s chicken and he sticks his tongue out when he opens the door letting out the rotting smell and throws it into the nearest bin before hastily flicking that switch as well. He passes through the main corridor and does the same before entering the front room and leaving it on for some reason, turns the television on to the news hoping to get some answers.
“Good morning viewers this is the 12 o clock news report by Joe Chuckle and Tom Tucker! Now for the headlines…”
Both of the men doing the report shuffle their papers around briefly and then begin the report.
“First up La Liga Champions Barcelona had a unfortunate exit in the Champions League quarter finals against Premier League contenders Manchester United in a epic 3-2 win with Lionel Messi bringing home the winner in the 128th minute! United attempted to mount a comeback but ran out of time as the strikers surged into the box.”
Brian chuckles to himself, being a sports kinda person.
“Next up a break in at a local mall resulted in heavy damage as windows were smashed and locked doors were put through as a local gang of hooligans smashed up the place. A few unlucky people were found inside the building at the time and were heavily brutalized according to reports as the gang got away with numerous objects”
Flashbacks begin emerging into his head as all of his muscles tense slightly his body trying to tell him that the story was linked somehow. He tries to ignore the pictures of a gang smashing objects up and realizing it’s only quarter past twelve decides to go to sleep and catch up with his rest. This time his sleep is undisturbed as he crashes out on the sofa for numerous hours before finally waking up at six…
However the television is switched off and the repetitive sound of news reporters has gone replaced by the sound of growling in the front room. Jumping up in fear Brian sees that in front of him is a dog like creature with a red nose and black mane playing with a toy as it roughs it about trying to rip it into pieces. The creature’s long grey swishy tail goes about in circles as Brian’s fear subdues and calms him down slightly. Brian gets up using his crutches to try and play with the creature but ends up stepping on something which causes him to stop and pick it up, curious as to what it is.
“Hmmm…I’m going to guess this is for you little guy,” Brian says to the creature after looking at the instantly recognizable red and white poke ball.
After the creature gets bored of the toy he looks up at Brian despite the fact he is only reaches up to his knee in height and cries out the name “Poochyena!” enthusiastically. The name refreshes Brian’s memory as he puts two and two together realizing that the Poke ball is indeed for Poochyena. He decides against putting the tiny Pokemon into the ball and instead attempts to use it as a method of taking him to training which he didn’t even know what kind of training it was, because she didn’t say what type it was but somehow he didn’t get the feeling that he would be able to train as the feeling in his leg was nothing but pain.
“Training boy?” Brian asks the Pokemon in an attempt to get it to take him. The Pokemon barks back at him in an enlightening manner and scampers towards the door playing along with Brian.
Brian sighs a little dismayed that he couldn’t run in the same manner and pushes down on his crutches trying to keep his balance right lifting himself up and down until he was at the door. Keys already in the door he takes them out and limps outside before turning the key to lock the door. Poochyena looks at him in a happy manner and insists on walking slower with its four fluffy paws so that Brian can keep up with him. He exits the front lawn feeling the plants should have been watered but he leaves that nonsense out of his mind as his thoughts are replaced with the girl he saw not only in his dreams but in the hospital as well. After a few minutes of their journey Poochyena stops completely forcing Brian to do the same thing.
“What’s the matter boy?” Brian asks, wondering what the hold up is.
Poochyena barks at him and then proceeds to advance on a bush as it shakes hearing the Pokemon’s growls. The dog like creature lunges at the bush and lands inside it and reveals a mushroom like creature escaping from the bush trying to flee sensing it is prey for Poochyena.
”Dude stop a minute,” Brian commands his Pokemon trying to figure out what the creature has unveiled.
Nearby a older man is sitting on a bench opposite to the bush and has seen what Brian and the Pokemon are doing and reveals a red console like accessory, the Pokedex. Brian senses the need to go over to him and tells Poochyena to keep the creature at bay which it does by pinning it down with a paw insisting the brown mushroom creature to stay there and it will remain safe. It willingly does so and tries to relax a little breathing in the air all of the emerald green foliage has to offer which is shade and a calm atmosphere. Brian decides to take a look at the older man’s Pokedex trying to ignore the fact his long grey hair is swishing from side to side and blocking his view slightly.
“Shroomish, the mushroom Pokemon. If it senses danger it scatters spores from the top of its head to protect itself and if inhaled they will cause problems for both yourself and your pokemon,” the robotic voice of the Pokedex called out.
“Why not capture it fella it shouldn’t be too hard for you!” The man tries to urge Brian to attempt it.
“I’m…not really that kind of person. I don’t like harming other things,” Brian replied nervously.
“Nonsense Pokemon are meant for capturing!” He answers back.
“Yes but you have to hurt them and if you can’t already tell I’m on crutches” Brian tries to argue his case.
“Yes but answer this boy is it you hurting that Shroomish over there or is it that Poochyena instead?” He answers with a rhetorical question clever enough to convince Brian.
“Alright why not I’ll give it a shot,” Brian chuckles to himself after noticing the rhyme he produced.
Shroomish shuffles about awkwardly on the smooth grass as Brian approaches it making a loud noise with the crutches.
“Alright then Poochy it’s time to make a catch,” he declares.
Taking in one last look of the man on the bench he brushes his hair to the side slightly trying to clear his view and looks down at the brown figure of his prey. It has little groves of green on it and underneath he can see two tiny little legs at the bottom underneath the big brown exterior which keeps all of the spores in.
“Give it a bite,” Brian tells his Pokemon.
Testing out how strong the creature is Brian sinks its sharp teeth into the soft rubber like skin Shroomish has and manages to dig them in enough so that Shroomish jumps slightly, flinching. The grip of Poochyena’s paw keeps it in place and he holds the bite for a while until Brian tells it otherwise.
“Give it a bit more pressure, try a…Crunch!” Brian calls out.
Poocheyena loyally obeys and releases its grip and sinks its teeth back in a lot harder this time causing Shroomish to squeal sending a little fear in Brian’s mind warning him that the Shroomish could send out poisonous spores. Poochyena keeps the grip however as both friends feels the pain the Pokemon is going through but neither gives up. The damage is evident as Poochyena lets go feeling sympathy for the tiny creature.
“Time to catch it then,” Brian insists.
The Pokeball he had for Poochyena comes out of his pocket and into his big hands as he prepares to catch it…but sees something. Shroomish is trying to limp away even with the pain as Poochyena glares at it intimidating it slightly. It moves at an agonizing pace which makes Brian uncomfortable watching.
“You know what Poochy comfort it a little it can hardly walk,” Brian suggests.
Relaxing itself slightly the Pokemon lies down next to the injured creature and pants slightly trying to play off its exhaustion to the injured animal. All of that changes however when Shroomish leans over and sprays a Spore directly into the vulnerable Poochyena’s face as it passes out on the ground not able to move.
“Aw crap he’s asleep!” Brian worries trying not to look at the man behind him on the bench.
Shroomish can be seen attempting a Mega Drain onto Poochyena’s smooth grey fur trying to absorb the healthy nutrients in his body in a way that would help Shroomish to recover while at the same time causing Poochyena pain.
”I can’t hurt you myself…” muttering to himself Brian softly throws the Poke ball and hits the nail on the head and watches as Shroomish becomes a bright read aura going into the ball which shakes and shakes…
Aiming For: Shroomish
Length Needed: 10-20K
Length Currently: 17,441
Note: I know the battle only has a pair of moves each side but I'm trying to play off Brian's unwillingness to hurt creatures and also the fact he is not a experienced Pokemon owner and struggles at battling a Shroomish because of his lack of confidence. Thank you to anyone who grades this, I've spell checked and read it through.