I wont stop writing just because I'm not getting reviews on here, I started this story long before posting it on any website and I have the full intention of finishing it. I know what I'm doing (to some degree, lolll), and I know where I want to go with it. But while I did start this story for my own amusment, I admit that I post it because I want to share it =P If nobodies going to read it here, then I'll go somewhere else because otherwise it seems like a bit of a waste lol.
I'll post some more because you asked though. I thank you for your kind comments and I'm really glad you like the story. You were right about 'severe' btw, I hopped back into there and fixed that. If you spot anymore problems (ie, grammar, spelling, anything) then don't hesitate to point it out, I'll fix it the next time I login. I usually look over my chapters myself a couple times and somehow manage to overlook alot of little mistakes like that e.e'
It was only 8:30 and there were a large number of people milling about the front yard. Brook couldn’t understand it, why would any of them come so early if they can sleep in?! She completely overlooked her own logic from the night before as she reached the head of the signup line. Writing her name and information down she sat on the bench and waited for her cue. People around her were just as impatient and started up battles not long into the wait. She tapped her fingers on the back of the bench as she watched a Mankey worry itself over a Metapod. The thing had hardened itself to the point where Mankey was hurting itself more than the bug with each hit. She felt the old bench wiggle slightly as someone took a seat next to her.
‘Hey, you want to battle?’ Brook looked over and saw it was a girl about her age. She wore a puffy dull pink jacket over blue short cut jeans.
‘Not really. I want my team completely ready when I face the Gym leader.’
‘Oh, ok.’ They turned to watch the Mankeys frustrated trainer verbally abused the other. His Mankey sat huffing at his feet, cradling its paws. The girl next to her snorted, ‘What a baby.’
‘I’ve never heard of anyone losing to a Metapod before.’
‘Oh it’s not a loss, it’s a tie. Neither has fainted but neither can strike the other.’
‘Well, I’ve never heard of anyone pulling a tie with one either. Usually a tie is when they knock each other out, isn’t it?’
The other trainer laughed, ‘Yeah, usually. But not always. You haven’t been in a lot of battles yet have you?’
‘um… no? I thought everyone that comes to Pewter is a beginner.’
The girl laughed again, ‘Of course not! Imagine how annoying it would be to travel all the way across Kanto just to start your first match, that’s practically the whole journey right there! They test you one your skill level. I’ve already got two badges, this will be my third.’
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet case and grinned. Inside were indeed two badges, ‘I’ve already gotten the Rainbow badge and Cascade badge.’
‘Oh… So Brock will have lots of different level Pokemon to battle with?’
‘Well, yeah. But you don’t always fight the head of the gym. I never saw Erika when I was in Celadon, instead I fought one of the other trainers. Apparently Erika will only fight the best that show up. Misty was a little nicer, she actually said hi to me when I went through the doors to my battle but I didn’t fight her either.’
‘Oh… So then you’re probably way stronger than me if you have that many badges already.’
‘Then why did you challenge me?’
‘Well, you can’t always tell what levels people are at. Besides, a little easy money on the side wouldn’t hurt.’ She grinned and Brook felt irritation growing at her. The girl suddenly seemed a little uncomfortable with her, ‘So… What did you start with? I caught a Caterpie all by myself once I saved enough for a pokeball. She’s now a Butterfree and my favorite.’
‘I got a Squirtle from my parents.’
‘Ooo, a traditional starter! Mind if I see it?’
Brook shrugged and called him out. He stretched and yawned before looking around at his surroundings. The other girl picked him up before he knew what was happening and looked him over, ‘nice, he’s a cute one. I’ve seen two Ivysaurs and one Charizard so far, haven’t seen a Squirtle yet. Must’ve been expensive.’
‘My family knows people.’
‘Did you know that the three Pokemon Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle used to be the starter of every trainer once? That was like ages ago though, when they first made pokeballs-‘
The loud speaker boomed, ‘WILL SARA WOLF PLEASE REPORT TO THE REGISTRATION DESK, SARA WOLF. THIS IS THE LAST CALL BEFORE YOU ARE DISQUALIFIED.’ The person behind the mic sounded p*****.
‘Opps, I guess it’s my turn. Sounds like they called me a few times already, heh. It was nice meeting you, bye!’ She got up and rushed away, the entire courtyard watching her go.
By the time it was Brooks turn it was well past noon and she had missed lunch. When the loud speaker finally called her name (in a somewhat calmer tone than with Sara’s) her stomach churned with anticipation. She recalled Squirtle and jogged up the steps. She was asked to swipe her trainer card through their system before entry. When she stepped through the door into the battle arena she was disappointed to see her opponent was not the famed Brock but a rather thin man wearing a simple white shirt over dark blue jeans. The arena though was not a disappointment. It was large and designed to look like rocky terrain.
‘This match will be two on two. We will battle until one of us is no longer able to battle or you give up.’
She nodded. From their distance there was a good chance he didn’t catch that.
‘Ok, let’s start’, He threw out a ball. Of all the Pokemon a rock type gym could send out, this one was least expected. Out flew a Gligar, a Pokemon who’s shade of purple she could only relate to poison. Choosing the side of caution she pulled out her pokedex and used it for the first time. It labeled Gligar as a Ground/Flying Pokemon. Ground was still close to rock then right?
Strange still, she thought before she reached to her belt and threw out Spinarak. Her little spider hissed and wiggled its butt and fore arms up and down trying its best to look tough. Her opponent snorted, ‘Sand-Attack!’
Gligar circled around and came close to the ground, turning sharply upwards at the last second before hitting Spinarak. A cloud of sand had gathered behind it and hit Spinarak in the face. She struggled trying to wipe the sand out of her eyes.
‘Spinarak, string shot!’ As she tried to aim Gligar’s outer skin seemed to shimmer for a moment. An unusual shine developed over it as it used harden. It slowed down while doing this just long enough for one of Spinaraks strings to connect, ‘Good, anchor it down and tie it up!’
Spinarak attached the string to a boulder before it was dragged into the air and shot a few more out at it. Gligar pulled and hissed, snapping a few strands in its struggle, ‘Leech life!’
‘Gligar, dive bomb it!’
Gligar stopped struggling and dived right at Spinarak, she shot a tread up to the ceiling and pulled herself out of the way. Gligar too pulled away before he hit the ground but was soon sprayed in a shower of webs from above and crashed. Spinarak curled her legs and dropped down with her stinger aimed at Gligar. There was a crack as she made contact. She bounced away and viewed her handy work. There wasn’t a scratch on it, its shell being to tough for her horn to get through. They all stood there for a moment and watched Gligar struggle before Brook heard the other trainer sigh, ‘You win round one, Gligar can’t make a move, return.’
He put the ball away and pulled out another, ‘Go, Geodude!’
As the living rock materialized it cracked down into the earth and flexed its arms. Brook scrunched her nose at it, ‘how ugly’ she thought.
Spinarak immediately shot out a web and tangled Geodude up then proceeded to pull on the strings tightening it as much as she could manage.
‘Geodude, reel it in.’ It easily broke out of the strings and grabbed hold of the main line before either Brook or Spinarak knew what was happening. It pulled her in with one swift movement, Spinarak screeched as the round terror raised a fist. Brook panicked and recalled her immediately, Geodudes fist banged into the ground leaving small cracks in the arena floor. She heard laughter from across the room, ‘I didn’t know they could scream so loud.’
Brook felt a heat rise in her face, ‘Go, Squirtle!’
The laughter cut off as her opponent looked the turtle over, Squirtle in turn sized up the enemy, ‘fine then, Rock Throw!’
Geodude dodged off to the side aiming to grab a chunk of the nearby rocks, Squirtles bubbles got to him first and popped in its face, ‘Great, get in close now, Water Gun!’
Squirtle sprinted at Geodude, took a deep breath and shot out as much as he could. The water came off of Geodude at first without appearing to harm its rocky hide. Then little by little the water turned muddy as Geodude tried to fend off the stream with his arms. The water was slowly eroding its armor and it sank weakly to the ground under the spray. Not long after the assault it was recalled.
‘Good match. You can pick up your badge at the registration desk before you leave.’
Spinarak had gotten over her near death experience with the Geodude, although she did seem nervous for a little while after being brought out of her ball. Brook had fumed a little about that, the force that trainer had allowed his Pokemon would have easily squished her poor bug. Squirtle on the other hand seemed a little more social. He would actually take part in Pichu and Spinaraks squabbling every so often. She looked across the campfire at Luxio. After being brought out he had immediately distanced himself from their group. His yellow eyes remained unblinkingly fixed on Brook. Out of all her Pokemon that one was the largest by far. And the most frightening. Since the start of dinner she’d caught herself on more than one occasion imagining it lunging across the fire for her throat.
She looked down at her empty pot and tapped the spoon on the rim for a moment. Then reaching a decision got up and moved slowly around the fire. She crouched down by Luxio a good five feet away and spoke to it as calmly as she could, ‘Why did you come over here all by yourself?’
Luxio answered with a lowered head, growling softly.
‘Look, if you don’t want to battle with me that’s fine. I’ve already got an electric type anyways’, Luxio glanced at Pichu. When she too decided to look over she noticed that Squirtle had gotten up and the other two had grown quiet. Pichu had hopped behind the turtle when the she had noticed the large cats attention. ‘I won’t call you out anymore, ok? I’ll just bring you out whenever we hang…’
Luxio had lost interest in her words and gotten instead into licking his fur. She frowned at it until its eye flicked back up to hers. Then she decided to just back away. When she sat down she instead pulled out her pokedex and decided to figure out some new attacks she would practice with her Pokemon instead. She jumped a little when she felt Squirtles cold hard shell press against her leg. When she looked at him she saw him glaring at Luxio. He slowly withdrew into his shell and it wasn’t long before his soft snoring began. Before she went to sleep that night she recalled all her Pokemon except Squirtle, put out the fire, and snuggled as best she could under her blanket. The Viridian forest was famous for its bug population and she hoped that none of them would be visiting her in her sleep.
The trail through Viridian forest was well worn and surrounded by way to many trainers. Everywhere she looked they were capturing of caterpillars and cocoons, battling and bragging going on. There weren’t this many people here last night, she couldn’t imagine where they all came from. A small boy with a bandage across his nose jumped out of a near by bush and challenged her loudly to a match. He couldn’t have been old enough for a license.
‘Ok, two on two. Forty says I win.’ She reached for her belt.
The boy pouted, ‘I’ve only got twenty…’
Dejavu… She shook her head, ‘Alright fine. Go, Pichu!’
The two Pokemon materialized before them. Pichu stood nervously on the spot eyeing the opposing Pokemon stinger.
‘Weedle, Poison Sting!’
Pichu stood rooted to the spot and released her attack a tad to late. They both went down into a twitching heap. Brook covered her eyes in embarrassment. That mouse hadn’t won her a single match, maybe it just wasn’t battle material. The boy had already sent out his second Pokemon, a Rattata. Brook called Pichu back and threw out Spinarak.
‘Did you get that here? I haven’t seen one of those yet!’ The boy eyed the spider with interest.
‘Nope. There are plenty South of Cerulean though. Spinarak, Constrict!’
Spinarak tangled up the rat and proceeded to squeeze it into submission.
‘Hey, we didn’t say start!’
‘We didn’t say start the first time around either…’
He recalled his Rattata and walked up to her with her winnings, ‘Would you like to trade your Spinarak for my Metapod?’
‘Erm, no.’ she counted the money then bid farewell. She stopped and looked around, she’d thought she heard a faint buzzing on the wind. She shrugged and continued on her way.
Since she had learned that she could take the gym challenge in any order she wished, she had decided to hit all the gyms she would have an advantage against first. Rock, then ground and fire. From the island of Cinnabar she hoped to get her own fire type as well. She frowned when she thought of her next challenge though. Viridian gym was famed for its strength. Most people left that one for last just because of that.
‘Oh well,’ she thought, ‘Water beats ground too, it shouldn’t be much harder than rock.’
Very suddenly something large and heavy bounced off her head and onto the ground at her feet. She groaned clutching her head and looked down, she saw it was a Kakuna. It mustn’t have fastened itself to the tree very well. She looked around and couldn’t see where it might’ve perched itself. The branches currently above her head looked to thin to support it’s weight. She watched it blink up at her then shrugged and reached for a pokeball. She very simply dropped it on its head and without much struggle she captured it. She grimaced, at this rate she was going to turn into one of the bug catchers that swarmed these woods.
The buzzing from before started up again, this time much louder. She picked up the pokeball and looked up. Her stomach churned. Circling above was a swarm of Beedrill, all carrying their pre-evolved counterparts, Kakuna. The only one that wasn’t hovered in the air above her looking down.
‘uh, if you want it back you can have-‘
‘Idiot, what are you doing?! RUN!’ A strong hand gripped the back of her neck and dragged her very forcefully into a tripping run. The bee’s swarmed angrily and gave chase, their leading figure had its stingers pointed straight ahead. Just as suddenly as she’d been grabbed she was shoved into the bushes on the side. She screamed as she hit the thorny bush and screamed again when the bees flew by.
‘Blaze, Flame Thrower!’
A huge burst of flames flew down the path, burning everything into ash. After the fires died down she saw a particularly scorched Beedrill limp up and away through the sky. Looking up she could see a number of them flying weakly off into different directions. A shadow fell across her as someone gripped her hand.
‘That was incredibly stupid of you. Beedrill aren’t known for their understanding nature, they’ll attack you on sight even if you try to correct your wrong.’ She was pulled to her feet, ‘Are you ok?’
She looked at the man in awe, he was dressed in a rangers red suite and had clearly worked out for some time to get into the shape he was now. Behind him stood a tall red and yellow… something. It’s plumage, beak and forearms the only sign that it might’ve been a bird once, it stood up straight like a human. When she finally found her voice it wasn’t with an answer to his question, ‘Stupid of me? What else could I have done, those things could easily catch me and my teams no match for that many Pokemon!’
The bird glared at her over its trainers shoulders. ‘You could have run into the trees, called for help. When the Beedrill migrate we always come out to make sure nobody does something stupid. Apparently I was almost late this time.’
‘How could I have known there was anybody to help me here??’
He sighed then pointed over his shoulder. There was a large red sign with ATTENTION written in bold right along the path. Beneath it was a bulletin board with a large poster about the Beedrill migration and the rangers. ‘They don’t work if trainers don’t read them. Those signs are everywhere, including all entrances to the forest.’
She looked down at her feet, feeling embarrassed about her naivety, ‘I’ll still give them back their baby if they want…’
He shook his head, ‘no point. The way they act sometimes I think their just looking for an excuse to fight. They won’t take it back now anyways. Strangely, like birds, they’ll abandon their young if it has a foreign sent on it.’
‘I didn’t even really want it though, I only caught it ‘cause it was there!’
‘That’s a horrible reason to take away something’s freedom.’ He looked down at her, ‘The exit to the forest is just twenty minuets that way. Be smarter next time.’
Brook left hurriedly.