Pokemon aimed for: Caterpie, Larvitar
Needed characters: 35,000
Actual characters: 38, 112
Further: This will be hard to read, it begins with an introduction to the main characters background, and the hints of several plots that will be further explored later. The way I will be writing the majority of captures/acquisitions will be made are through non-linear progression, the character Liquid’s journey will not follow a start to finish order, and instead will jump about. I’m doing it this way to introduce the plot quicker, while still leaving room to cover the early, more mundane parts of the journey as the exciting bits unravel further along the time line.
“Liquid,” I answered my name, doing my best to appear as though I was fearless and defiant, truth was however that I was anything but. My hands were bound tightly beneath me and the familiar weight of my belt was no longer present, breath caught in my throat as my ribs ached against my expanding lungs, the pain an unwelcome addition to the circumstance I now found myself.
There was nothing exceptional about the start to my day as it began the same as every other, as cliché as it was I had stuck to the same morning routine for so long now that I could barely remember doing anything different. Wake, shower, clean, dress and eat, as mundane as it was that was my life between the hours of seven and eight ante meridien.
But the day after that hour was going to be an exceptional one, I was going to get my first Pokemon and I was going to begin my life as a trainer, as an eighteen year old and having saved enough money so that I could make a decent start and not have to worry about money for the first few months.
I’d had the date booked for quite some time, it was three months after my birthday and it was the week after my final day of school, I wanted to take those five extra days to steady myself and do my final preparations before undertaking my adventure. My uncle and aunt had always given me a lot of freedom to live by my own choices, and not embarking on my journey earlier than now was another of mine, in fact they had encouraged me to finish school via correspondence while exploring the wild Pokemon world, instead I wanted to learn more and it wasn’t just at school where I was learning.
My cousin (really my aunts cousin) was a small town breeder and had always promised that I could have my pick from the stock that he had on hand whenever I chose to start, so that was where I was headed the minute I’d finished eating. I moved with pace I didn’t know I had and it felt as though my feet weren’t touching the floor, I turned the water on and didn’t even wait for the hot water to run through and got under the steady stream, I was out and finished before the shower was warm and toweled the water from my body.
In my eyes by no means was it an impressive sight, my body was neither here nor there, no real definition other than the broad shoulders all men in my family seemed to have, it made my arms appear too long for my body which was something I was often reminded of by class mates. That was something I would no longer experience given that I was finished with school, a wry smile curled my lips as I remembered that small fact.
My blue eyes lit up in the mirror above the smile, mixed in with (what I’ve been told) a more masculine version of my mothers nose, a strong bridge leading down to the slightest of upturned noses, my jaw jutted out strongly giving my face a mixture of angles and sharp definitions. Dark hair sat wet and flat on my head and I ran a towel through it, leaving it slightly damp I wrapped the towel around my waist and went back to my room to dress, the clothes I planned to wear on my first day as a registered trainer had been picked out and hung on the closet door.
Having gotten dressed I picked up my bag that contained a few shirts and pants that would hopefully last me a while (with washes of course), I took one last look around my room, or rather the room I’d been given to use by my uncle and aunt. My childhood bedroom was in my parents house which was in my home country, but the school I’d gone to was the same as my fathers, and I didn’t want to board so it was decided I would live with my uncle and aunt for my senior schooling.
Still, it had been a while and this room had become my new home, I’d made it my own with various posters of a couple of bands, a few informational posters and a few photos of myself with a few friends. It would be waiting here for me when I got back, I was more longing for the large queen sized bed that I wouldn’t get to sleep in for quite some time.
I wandered down stairs to find an envelope sitting on the kitchen table, my uncle and aunt had thrown a party for me two days ago on Sunday before they’d gone away very early this morning on holiday to their favourite seaside town. I smiled at the envelopes’ contents, a card with a few Pokemon on the front and well wishes from my relatives on the inside. I decided I was too excited and skipped breakfast and instead grabbed every bit of food that wouldn’t require cooking and took it with me; apples, bananas, oranges, muesli bars and other sweets from the pantry.
I skipped down the road and grumbled a little, the day wasn’t that great for the end of spring, slightly over cast and fairly breezy, I sighed and headed through the large town, my uncle and aunt certainly had some money and the rest of the town wasn’t too dissimilar. Considering those that weren’t as well off as the rest of the townsfolk were the shopkeepers, who still managed to have new cars and all the right gadgets it wasn’t saying that they were bad off by any means.
The lawns were manicured and the trees and bushes were in perfect position, each and every house seemed to have a new coat of paint and otherwise were in very good condition, I liked the sanitized feel that the town gave off and it was going to be something that I missed. I was something of a snob, but even so had no problem slumming it in ordinary conditions over the coming adventure.
I finally reached my cousin Frank’s front door and knocked, I quickly knelt to tie my shoelace, either I’d completely forgotten or had done a useless job the first time through, I stood up and expected to see an open door but instead was met with the deep, dark red of the polished oak. I rang banged my fist on the door once again and waited patiently for an answer.
“We know who you are,” a Gruff Voice answered, I groaned in pain and tried to work my hands free of their confines. It was futile but I wasn’t just going to lie there and take it, my ribs were making it hard to put up any sort of fight.
“Then why’d you ask?” I spat back, I turned my head to try and look at my assailants but was unable to locate them.
“Ern, this fella’s got some cheek!” I heard a different one of them exclaim, this voice was higher pitched and had an unbearable twang to it, so now I definitely knew I was dealing with two of them.
“We just want a chat, boy,” Gruff Voice said, presumably to me, I coughed against the aching in my chest only to aggravate it more.
“I would’ve preferred tea,” I answered, at least if I were to ever get the chance to tell this story I would be able to say that even in the face of death I was at least witty.
“Oh, and we had a message for you!” High Voice added, I stretched my mind and tried to think of who’s toes I’d stepped on over the last few months, plenty came to mind, but only a few would I expect things to be taken out side of Pokemon battle and into assault against me.
“That’s right,” Gruff Voice added and I heard steps moving towards me, “we just wanted to tell you something,” if it were that simple, I’m sure they wouldn’t have tried to knock my head off while I wasn’t looking, and then put the boot in.
“What’d I ever do to you?” I said through gritted teeth, the pain was unbearable now and I hoped that I still had my Pokemon handy to get me to the nearest town.
“Oh boy,” Gruff Voice replied condescendingly, “’tis but sins of the father.”
“Liquid!” My cousin called as he opened the door, I smiled widely and stepped quickly inside following him through the house, “big day eh? I remember my first day well; I was a fair sight younger than you of course, mum and dad couldn’t stand me being at home and got rid of me at the first opportunity!” He said with a laugh, and while he took a breath in I knew I had to interject with something to derail the story.
“Have you got any cool Pokemon at the moment, Frank?” I asked loudly to be sure I would stop the story from continuing, he looked at me almost apologetically before smiling.
“I’ve got a few Clefairy’s at the moment, I know they’re your favourites,” the older man said with a booming laugh, I shook my head knowing it was a joke, but even so was almost worried that I might be the eighteen years old man that started his trainer journey with a Clefairy.
“No but really,” I encouraged quickly trying to ensure I wasn’t going to have to meet with friends that had been trainers for quite sometime and show them his Clefairy, that said, more power to those that were comfortable enough in their masculinity to proudly show their Clefairy’s.
“Well I do,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, “but even so, I will let you choose whichever you want.” He draped a large arm over my shoulders and dragged me through his messy house, his wife had been away for quite some time, breeding a Pokemon from another region and he had let the clothes pile up where he’d taken them off.
There was a warmth that was slowly spreading from my chest into the lower part of my stomach, the excitement was quickly turning into apprehension that all the high expectations that had built up inside me were going to be let down by getting a Pokemon that… wasn’t exactly what I wanted.
I had my sights set on one Pokemon, and that was an Abra.
Now I knew that they were hard to come by, but I still had a hope that Frank would be obliging as by now he knew (as I’d taken almost every opportunity over the last year to tell him) what I wanted to start off my career with.
He showed me into the kitchen and sat me down at the table, I looked up and he held a finger up to his lips and walked from the room, I pulled the bag from my back and put it on the floor next to me. The excitement was building to almost uncontrollable levels as I started to realise my settings, the kitchen table that I was seated at wouldn’t support a large Pokemon, and an Abra was all but microscopic.
I tapped my fingers on the table in excitement, I was getting my Abra, it was going to be the best day ever and I was going to be unstoppable, I started counting the Gym Badges I was going to collect by the end of the day when Frank returned with several mahogany coloured Pokeballs.
“Well I think one of these three will do,” he told me and put the three of them in front of me, “but I will tell you upfront Liquid,” he paused, my smile growing wider, “that there is no Abra, this time of year, and they’ve fallen somewhat out of vogue so I couldn’t get one for you, I have been trying.” My eyes widened briefly and I let the smile fall from my features.
I took a deep breath and tried to remember every calming trick I’d ever been taught as an angry teen and did my best to calm myself.
“Well I’ll have to catch my own then,” I said and tried to internalise that feeling, as there was no point in getting upset over not getting what I wanted like a petulant baby. I took a deep breath and moved on, whatever was before me would need my full attention.
“If you do, get me a spare, they’re very valuable Pokemon at the moment,” Frank told me and I nodded, he would have had one here if he could, I was slowly rationalising my feelings and was feeling a little better. “For you today, I’ve got Totodile, Gastly and a Psyduck,” I nodded and considered my choices carefully.
My mind had been made up the moment he had said the second Pokemon’s name, but even so I had to carefully weigh up what I knew about each, doing my best to remain as emotionless as I could and follow the logical choice. But even so, while each of the choice were appealing, I knew very early on that I wanted the Gastly, I reached a careful hand out and looked to Frank.
“Gastly.” I spoke with confidence, I received a nod and Frank whipped the two outside balls from the table and left the middle one that my hand was poised over, I picked it up and ran my fingers over the smooth casing. “Is it just one?” I asked hopefully, being gifted one of the other two I was offered would have helped a great deal.
“I only got one when I started, so it’s all you’re going to get,” I let a sad look cross my features mockingly, curling my lower lip downwards and put the pokeball into the top pocket of my backpack, never one to show great deals of emotion either way I would leave my first meeting with my Pokemon for a more private moment.
“Yeah right,” I returned not overly disappointed, even if it wasn’t my first choice I was now getting more and more excited with my, “at the moment I can’t thank you enough, but maybe when I’ve got a bit more –“
“I wouldn’t bother, Liquid,” I got told sternly by Frank who pick me up out of the chair, grasping my bag and began leading me to the front door, “it’s time to get going now, best of luck there son.” He said and I shook his hand, thanking him once again.
“What are you talking about?” I asked weakly, my voice now breaking against the pain it took to utter the sentence, as far as I knew my parents worked in the financial district, and not even privately so there wasn’t much way they could personally evoke this sort of reaction.
“Well if you don’t know I won’t tell you,” was the answer, his previous sarcastic reply still annoyed me.
“The minute I’m able to-“
“You’ll take yourself to the nearest town and get yourself fixed up, then you’re going to call daddy and tell him what happened,” I was interrupted, a foot landed on my face, the blow didn’t hurt, but pressure was slowly applied and it felt that soon my head would pop.
“And if I don’t?” I tried to ask, though the sole of the boot had turned my face towards the ground.
“We’ll have another chat soon,” I couldn’t know if I was understood or not, and if I was going to be attacked again, though that was probably the point, I yowled as a sharp pain shot its way through my right shoulder and the kick continued to turn me onto my stomach.
“Jog on,” I got told as I felt the restraints on my wrists being removed, moving was about the last thing I could imagine doing, I lay as still as possible as I heard the retreating foot steps of my assailants. I opened my eyes as best I could, though I was fairly sure I couldn’t see out of my right, and my left was only just able to open to leave me with a blurry view of the world around me.
I left Bramble Town and headed towards Saffron City, Bramble was nestled only a half days walk from Saffron but I needed to get there first to visit the Pokemart there, I only had a handful of spare Pokeballs and needed to stock up on a few other things as well such as a small first aid kit, well two at least, one for myself and another for my (eventual) Pokemon.
After walking for quite sometime I stopped and stepped under some shade, I nervously reached into my pack and pulled out the pokeball my cousin had gifted me. It had now turned a jet black colour and I shook my head, perhaps I had not been paying attention at my cousin’s house, or maybe my cousin had switched the Pokeballs around when he was carrying my bag to the front door.
I placed it on the ground before me and stood back, “Gastly, come out and introduce yourself!” I called to the Pokemon.
I shielded my eyes against the surprising brightness of the pokeball interior, when I blinked them clear of the lines and dots burned onto my retina from the light I looked around for my first Pokemon. I frowned when I didn’t see the Gastly immediately, the breeze wasn’t strong at all, so it couldn’t have blown away, I picked up the ball, maybe it had been empty, I sighed and turned around towards my backpack and let out a surprised shout.
As through pressed against a window pane the Gastly was sitting at head height and looking intently at me, a large sinister smile spread across its face and I stumbled backwards. I took a few steadying steps and deep breaths, the dark spherical Pokemon was bobbing in the air with laughter.
“Not funny,” I said indignantly, it was strange communicating with something so intelligent in such a simple way, in that all that I got in return were variations of the Gastly’s calls, it was something that would improve with time and to expedite the process I left Gastly out of his pokeball for as long as I could. The day from then on was surprisingly uneventful, I stuck to the paths and only passed a few trainers who seemed rather disinterested in battling. By nightfall we had reached the safety of a trainer hostel, i checked in and got some much, much needed sleep.
I rolled onto my side as gently as I could manage, which was difficult given the amount of pain that I was in, but I worked myself into a position where I could reach my belt where I kept my Pokeballs, I groaned painfully as my hand closed on my belt instead of the balls that should have been there. Whoever they were had taken my Pokemon which didn’t leave me in a good spot at all, before they’d assaulted me I had been in several tussles with strong Pokemon so getting back out with no Pokemon was going to near impossible.
I pushed myself onto my hands and knees and did my best to make my way over to a fallen tree trunk, pulling myself through my blood spilt earlier. I looked around as I moved towards the trunk, I had been moved to a clearing and the belongings of my bag had been thrown all over the place, I tried to see if I could pick out my Pokeballs but for the moment I wasn’t able to see them.
I propped myself up against the fallen trunk and let my head fall back against the mossy surface, the afternoon sun filtered through the trees and onto my face warming my skin. I closed my eyes and rested, hoping that I would be able to move a little more freely if I just sat still for a little while.
When I opened my eyes next it was dark and cold, I took a sharp breath and found it marginally easier to get oxygen down to my lungs, that said I was no where near strong enough to get up and jog back to a town where I could get some help. I heard some rustling and over near my belongings.
I looked over towards the noise and saw a shadow that was indefinable, I tried to make myself as small as possible, which consisted of wishful thinking as my body was nearly non-responsive. For the first time in hours I was happy that I was finding it hard to breath, for if I made too much noise whatever wild Pokemon would turn on me and finish the job that those two men had started.
Turning my eyes to the treetops I looked for any sign of the night sky and found none, the canopy was seemingly impenetrable to light and that lowered my spirits further, if I was able to see the stars it would have cheered me somewhat. I lifted my knees and tucked my against my backside and tried to slide my back up against the log, with great effort to keep myself quiet I eventually sat atop the moss covered tree.
Mustering my remaining strength I stood and leant my weight forward and staggered towards the Pokemon, with what was left of my courage or at least; my desperation I moved towards the shadow and made whatever noise my mouth would pass in hopes of scaring off the Pokemon or stunning it into non-action at the very least.
The figure froze and turned towards me, if I was capable I would have halted my forward progress then and there, and as I continued moving towards the stocky shadow I was regretting my decision more and more.
The Pokemon suddenly turned and moved quickly towards a tree on the far side of the clearing and climbed its trunk and settled into the lower branches, I propped myself against the nearest tree and tried to catch my breath. The more my body was moving the easier things became, at least over this short period of time, I needed to keep going and hopefully my body would start to get used to movement again, like ‘running off’ a strain or ache in the leg, perhaps I would be able to get to the nearest town after all.
But I still had the problem of whatever Pokemon was in the tree watching me, I turned my head over to the tree it had climbed and looked for the animal shaped shadow amongst the dark branches, it was hard and I couldn’t be sure if what I had my eye on was actually anything. But even so I watched it as if I was sure, just to keep my mind at ease that I was in some way in control of the situation. If I could trick my body for a few hours more that it wasn’t shattered, then I may just get out of here alive, and getting out meant I could get even, and that was entirely the purpose of the exercise.
It was incredibly fortunate for them that they caught me by surprise, it was unfortunate for me that they let me live to learn a valuable lesson, I’d learnt many since beginning my adventure, and this was only another one to add to the many. When I’d left I was rather upbeat and optimistic, but after months upon months of camping in dangerous areas with the threat of wild Pokemon and violent people, I had learned things that I didn’t think I’d ever need to know, such as how to twist, hurt and coerce people into doing what I wanted them to do, how to get what I wanted out of situations and when I didn’t; dole out the appropriate amount of pain to ensure that it didn’t happen again.
Bending at the waist in an effort to grasp a branch on the ground, I stood and used it as a walking stick and made my way towards my bag and its contents strewn across the ground; using the stick I bunched the various clothes into one pile, and in the most painless way I could manage I bent down and scooped them in to the bag. I zipped it up and threw it over my shoulder and leant most of my weight onto the walking stick, and in a jilted motion hobbled towards a trampled path between the trees, my eyes returning to the tree that the Pokemon had scurried up. Now that I was closer to it and feeling much braver with a stick I might be able to use as a weapon should the Pokemon prove hostile, my mind unconsciously pushing aside the thought that it may be a species that didn’t need to get physical with my to harm me.
Stopping at the base of the tree I looked up and tried one last time to see what species was in the area, again I was unable to find that Pokemon and instead faced the prospect of having to walk with my back turned to tree, though if I was worried about being more exposed than I normally was and was particularly worried about this one tree in particular, then the thought that I was now more exposed from all angles did little to ease my mind.
I made my way through the trees and shrubs with various complications at which should have normally been a larger step, but in my current condition was impossible to do, with brain numbing slowness I walked through the night, my mind playing tricks on me, flashes of light at the corner of my eye here, sounds just over my shoulder there. Every ten metres I was stopping and trying to listen and see an incoming threat, every time I was thankful that I wasn’t in any sort of danger, but the constant anxiety, that heavy iced beach ball that sat in the pit of my stomach never left, and the paranoia making the back of my neck tick and itch in the anticipation of something just behind was too much to bear. After countless hours of walking the sun was beginning to shine, but by that time my mind was too far gone, a maniacal grin graced my lips and I welcomed a further challenge, I wanted there to be a reason for me to fight, the anger that had built up within me after the attack that my body had suffered coupled with the constant fear of an impending repeat had made me crave it.
There was a reason however, and I was sure I was being followed, despite the paranoia I rationalized that normally, under different circumstances I was not normally this much on edge so therefore there had to be a reason that I was feeling this way, I could not be imagining it.
On and on I continued my mind did not even feel the hours, I had not seen another human in the days preceding the ambush I walked into and now it was likely I was going to suffer the same fate. I groaned and kept going, my feet shuffling and I was edging forward at only a meagre foot length at a time, as the sun rose I felt safer than I had in the dark, the world around me had gained a purple tinge, the sunlight had not quite yet penetrated the valley, but instead the sky was blue and showering down its second hand light on the forest.
In the light I was able to keep going at my slow pace, I was using an old trick that I used to hear about when my father would tell me of his time of training in the Corps, pick a spot an manageable distance away and aim to get to that spot, then when you reach that spot pick another one and walk to that, repeat the process and you turn an insurmountable task into small manageable bits. It was working, I was picking something on the side of the path; a rock, a tree, a bend in the road and headed towards it. My shirt was completely wet from sweat and my eyes stung, but at the moment my body had been making the same movements for several hours and if I broke that pattern I was going to find it impossible to get back into it and keep moving.
I was thirsty, I was hungry and in no way; shape or form was I going to be able to make it, if I stopped I was going to have to stop for some period of time that allowed my body to rest, but that put me even further away from food and water, so I could stop and recharge my body and possibly die of dehydration; or if I somehow found water I might last just long enough to die of starvation. My hands had cramped around the walking stick, my feet were numb and there was nothing but the feeling that must’ve been reminiscent of knife wedged between my ribs, if it wasn’t for the fact that I needed to drink or eat something, and et somewhere that I could have my injuries looked after, I would happily just lie down and never move again.
My mind turned to something that Gruff Voice had said to me, it was in retaliation to something that my father had done that had spawned reason for the attack, as far as I knew my father worked in finance, it was at a high enough end of the market that his decisions could affect many people, possibly this was a reaction to someone that felt slighted by something he’d done?
I didn’t know, and I probably wouldn’t find out if I didn’t get help soon, if only I had my Pokemon on me so I could have them help me, I would already be back safely and probably on the road again trying to track down the arseholes that put me in my current position. Instead that would have to wait, I would have to go to the hospital to recover, and then get in touch and get some money, next I would probably have to get my cousin to send me a Pokemon that I could use to get mine back, probably one or two of his older Pokemon that he had trained.
But I wasn’t going to just get my Pokemon back, I was going to crush the two idiots that felt they could take them, forget the physical torture that they put me through, I was more incensed by the theft of my companions. I had understandably grown severely attached to my Pokemon, the ones that I had trained and battled beside for months now, I knew them better than I knew any one person, and now they were taken from me. I cared more about that than the fact that they had left me for dead, the little joy I allowed myself to have on while on my journey was based around them, if it weren’t for their personalities I would’ve been finished and home a long time ago.
With a suddenness I didn’t think I had in me at that moment, I stopped and listened, two very, very familiar voices came wafting along the breeze and it sent a surge of adrenaline through my body, unfortunately it didn’t give me strength enough to run over to them and see if they belonged to the people I had a feeling they belonged to. Instead I started hobbling forward again and towards the voices, it would be a bittersweet justice if I was delivered the two men at this stage of time. To be in the condition I was in and possibly have to avoid a confrontation with them, only to have to look for them at a later date just didn’t seem fair. Though not much did in the last fifteen hours.
I edged around to the tree line and moved forward ensuring that I was quiet, I stopped as a third voice joined in and I still couldn’t make out what they were saying but the voice was definitely female, I slowly swayed and moved my head around the side of tree trunk and watched an exchange that set my blood boiling. The trio was laughing as one of the men handed over several Pokeballs, what I assumed to be mine and she put them in a travel pouch that was tied to the back of her Fearow that she had a saddle on.
“Go back and get something to prove you’ve gotten rid of him,” I heard her clearly order, my eyes widened, they’d let me go but now they were obviously being ordered to come back and finish me off. I swallowed hard and was happy that if they were going to go back to where they left me, then I was going to have at least a half a day of travel ahead of them. The woman took off with my Pokemon and left the two men behind, they seemed to still be in high spirits after really running the bus over me.
They sat with their backs to me and without any more thought I started moving forward into the clearing, I caught my pants on something that almost caused me to almost fall forward, I turned to look quickly at what my trousers had caught on and almost screamed in surprise. A Larvitar gripped my clothing and wasn’t letting go, this was about the last thing I needed, I used the stick that had kept me upright all through the night and into the early morning and tried to pry its claws from my pant leg.
In response the creature gripped the stick from my hands and tore it from my grip causing me to stumble, the sudden tug of weight sent me into the shrubs, and I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my lips as I crashed into the leaf litter and twigs that covered the ground beneath the tree I’d been creeping around. I pushed myself to my feet with great effort, I put my remaining energy into hoping that the two men hadn’t heard me (which was incredibly unlikely) but my fears were confirmed when I turned and saw the approach of two large men.
One of them was tall and built solidly, with light coloured hair he stood a tick under seven foot and his hands were the size of dinner plates, the other was all but five and a half feet tall and probably the same width, although he lacked the same healthy hair of his friend. Every ache and pain in my body was justified by the size of the men striding quickly towards me. Glee seemed to be the mood that was most prevalent on their faces, it felt as though that glacier in my stomach had dropped a foot and sat at the bottom of my bowels, I was far from in control of my backside.
“Look at this!” The tall blond one called out, that turned out to be High Voice, which would make the short fat one Gruff.
“I see, I see!” Gruff Voice followed on, the banter between the two was far from appreciated; “and here I thought we were going to have to go looking for you, change of plans I’m afraid Nancy.” Fatso said, I curled my lip at him, before turning the snarl down to the Larvitar that had not moved since giving me away.
“Now that its day, how could I miss either of you?” I returned, if I was going to die I wasn’t going to let them think I was afraid of it, or them.
“How does he mean, Tom?” Gruff asked the taller blonde.
“I think he might mean you’re fat, Al,” I shook my head at that and did my best to raise my hands apologetically.
“Not at all,” I answered raising the pitch of my voice before lowering it and continuing, “I was just pointing out that Shrek cuts a tough figure to miss.” Whatever spread the process along I was all in favour of, I didn’t want them to take their time, and instigating a rash reaction from them was the way to go about it.
“Where was this chat from last night?” Fat Al threw back at me, he slapped himself on the leg and sigh with mock realisation, “too busy crying from memory!” He finished with a laugh.
“Fuck you, coward.” I said, my voice croaky, but hopefully my lack of fear (for whatever reason I felt that their opinion of me mattered) shone through in my voice.
“You’re about to get the chance, pretty boy.” Tom said and began to swagger towards me, I bent and tried to pick up the stick and instead my hand hit the Larvitar that had put me in this position. Or rather, given my intentions when I came across them, sped up the process that was about to begin.
“Thanks a lot,” I spat at the creature, whatever reason it had for being here now was irrelevant, why it felt the need to stick its nose into this I would never know, at least the usually lengthy “never” was only a matter of minutes. “I’d rather dance with you than your mate,” I said to High Voice, “I don’t like the look of him at all.”
“I’ll oblige,” Fat Al said with a train sized arm placed over his partners chest, he advanced on me and I raised my chin defiantly, I didn’t have the strength to do any more than take the punishment doled out to me.
I watched as the mans giant fist was raised ready to strike me and as it swung down in a wide arc towards my face I did my best not to flinch, at the last moment I closed my eyes and awaited the blow, it never came. I hesitantly opened my eyes to find that the Larvitar had wrapped its mouth around the rotund mans wrist, with a primal scream Fat Al began to shake his arm trying to get the Pokemon to loosen its grip, blood began flying everywhere. I smiled at the carnage and my feelings towards the Larvitar softened slightly.
With a sickening Crunch the Pokemon came loose from Al’s forearm, the Pokemon fell to the ground and assumed a defiant position in front of me, I looked at Al’s hand to survey the damage, to only find that there was no longer a hand there. My smile grew wider.
What happened next, would baffle me for the rest of my life, instead of calling upon his own Pokemon, Tom instead took a running charge at the Pokemon and attempted to wrestle it, though he was no match for the Larvitar. Larvitar seemed to Thrash about instead using its sharp claws on its front and rear paws and tore shreds into the tall mans torso, more screams joined Al’s and the noise was like a relaxing tune to my ears.
“Were we going to get to that dance?” I challenged, as Tom fell to the ground and began writhing about, Al was keeping his feet and did the smartest thing either of two men had done and pulled two Pokeballs from his belt and enlarged them with his good hand. “Shit, look out!” I called to the Larvitar, who turned to look as Al was readying to through the Pokeballs.
From somewhere to the right a thread weaved its way around the mans large hand and trap the Pokeballs against his hand, I looked and saw a Caterpie sitting in the grass firing a String Shot over the mans hand and arm. Al howled in frustration and began cursing. Tom meanwhile was attempting the same and pulled Pokeballs from his waist, he managed to free –
I never got to see what it was, whatever it had been was… well I didn’t know what became of it, as the pokeball opened and white light began to bring the Pokemon free Larvitar unleashed a Hyper Beam and hit the just opening pokeball flush destroying it before whatever was inside got a chance to enter the fray. I looked on as Caterpie joined in and used its String Shot once more to restrain Tom, Al was already incapacitated.
“What now?” I asked looking at the two Pokemon, I leaned down and slowly picked up the walking stick, I was wary that this was a vendetta against humans, as I had no idea why they’d be coming to my defence. They made no move towards me, instead the Caterpie scuttled away and into the underbrush at the edge of the clearing, I turned back to the Larvitar and watched it warily anxious to see what it had in store for me. My eyes flickered between the Pokemon and the two men, all were threats though the way the men were screaming and currently restrained, only the Pokemon was an immediate threat.
Larvitar turned its head towards the part of the clearing where Caterpie had disappeared, it came scuttling back out of the underbrush with a thread from its tail dragging… my blue shirt! I was shocked to see its arrival and my mind was now reeling at trying to work out what exactly was going on, I smiled and nodded my head in thanks, perhaps the Pokemon’s efforts had been for my benefit. I limped over to Fat Al and lift my foot back and swung it forward and kicked him as hard as I could (no more than a love tap) on the face.
“I’m going to leave you here,” I said through gritted teeth, the rotund man had silenced his screams, Tom had been quiet for quite some time, “and you’re going to die like you left me to.” They both started screaming once more as I took my foot off his face and started to walk towards my shirt, which was covered in the web of the Caterpie, I picked it up and stuffed it into my bag. “Thanks,” I said to them both and started to walk towards the path I had left to get to the clearing, I stopped at the edge of the clearing and turned back to the two Pokemon who had come together and look at me, the bodies of the two men behind them.
“Would you like to come with me?” I asked them, and with only the slightest of hesitations the Caterpie scooted forwards toward me, I smiled as the Larviter was hot on its tale, as they drew level with me my mind turned back to my own Pokemon, the ones that the men had given to the woman, whoever she was before she had left. I needed to get them back soon, but for the moment with my two guardians I felt safer than I had since the ordeal had begun. We made our way down to the path and I looked down both directions, I needed to head East, I stepped onto the path and looked back at the two Pokemon, Larvitar was looking in the other direction, back to where it must’ve first seen me when it went through my belongings in that first clearing.
“Well? How about it? Want to come along with me this way?” I asked as I looked back expectantly, hoping that my two saviours would join me.