RE: Mewtwo's Revenge (Chapter II up!)
I would have done this yesterday, but I was extremely busy. Wordcount for this chapter is 2,811!
Chapter III
Darkness filled the room; silence all around him. Though everything was still and solid, it pulsed with energy.
Why do you resist? When all others have failed you, your power draining, why not submit now and end this pointless game?
Thoughts. All of it. But this was no ordinary train of thought; it was a conversation that had lasted for years.
Never.
This response was angering.
Then you have sealed your own fate. I will exact my revenge upon you soon enough. I am patient.
Soon…
_______________________________
When Emma had said ‘Try to keep up’, Red thought that she was kidding. As it turned out, Emma was a fast walker and he had to be at a slow jog to actually keep up most of the time. Charmander had made a point to be carried by Red, as he was exhausted from running for so long and didn’t have long to rest.
The dusty trails were a pale gray, but the sun, peeking its way out from the hulking shape of Mount Moon, lit it rather well and made it look a pleasing orange. But the shadow of the Mountain was like a dark cloud hovering above them, darkening Red’s thoughts and darkening Charmander’s mood. Emma, though, did not seem fazed by the enormous mountain. This mountain would not be as disturbing to Red if it did not have such a dark past. The mountain had a string of unfortunate tales and crazed Pokemon attacks ever since the mountain was discovered in the early years.
Emma turned a corner, her short pink hair twirling as if a skirt on her head. Red followed her and stopped short; they had reached the entrance of Mount Moon. Red stepped forward to the entrance, a hollow whistle coming from the opening. But there was a problem.
“How are we going to fit through that tiny hole?” Red asked the obvious question, placing Charmander at his feet.
“Isn’t it obvious? Rock Smash destroys more than Rock Pokemon, you know.” Emma stated rather condescendingly, gesturing towards Charmander.
“Well, I thought that…” Red said, rubbing the back of his head idly.
“… That you had to get some badge that granted you the ability to use it outside of battle? Please.” Emma finished Red’s thought for him with a stern look.
Red said nothing, but looked between the small opening and Charmander.
“Fine.” Red said, silently admitting that what he said sounded childish.
Charmander walked to the small opening and planted his feet into the ground, readying himself for the recoil of the powerful blows he was about to unleash.
“Charmander, make an entrance!” Red commanded his Pokemon with a point of his first digit.
Charmander squinted at the small opening in the wall and readied his fist. He let out a howl and struck out at the rock with all of his might. Shards of stone shot from the spiteful wall as Charmander continued his relentless assault on the wall until, finally, where once stood a wall that impeded their progress now stood a gaping hole.
Charmander stepped back and crossed his arms with a triumphant smirk. He looked to a grinning Red with a “what-would-you-do-without-me” look, and then turned away from Red and back to the pitch black entrance of Mount Moon.
“Sweet! I am beginning to like that move.” Red said with an approving nod.
“Yeah, well, we need to move forward.” Emma stated, staring at the cave entrance with a disapproving glare.
Emma beckoned Charmander into the cave, the flame at the tip of his tail lighting the way. Saying nothing to Red, she entered the dark cave.
“Is there something wrong?” Red asked, catching up with Emma.
“I’d prefer we get through here as fast as possible. And just as quiet, too.” Emma said, peering to her left and to her right for any signs of life.
“Why?” Red asked.
Emma grabbed his arm and head and pointed it towards the ceiling of the cave. With the flickering of the flame at the end of Charmander’s tail, Red saw small amounts of detail. Among the gray stalactites, the ceiling seemed to move with every sound and every light flicker of Charmander’s tail. As if it was… Alive. Red realized what they were, they were purple-blue bats known as Zubats.
“Are those…?” Red asked, panic setting in.
“Zubat; they are the bane of trainers all around the world. So be quiet!” Emma whispered, guiding Red slowly through the cave.
Red looked to his right and saw a large cavity in the ground, leading into darkness. But when Red stepped nearer to Emma to gain a bit of ground between him and the ledge, he felt unstable. Suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way. He called out as he fell through the floor, feeling the wind in his face and seeing nothing. But then, he felt support in his back and noticed that his speed was slowing. His denim pants were wearing out and his shirt pulled up due to friction, leaving his back to scrape against the wall.
Finally, Red fell from the slowed decline a short ways to his knees, his back seething with pain. Red touched his back with his left hand and hissed with pain. He didn’t feel any grievous wounds, but it was painful.
I… Just have to press on… Maybe find a way up… Red thought, trying his best to stand up, though not succeeding.
Emma was trying to do just the opposite. The collapse of the floor beneath Red was shocking to her and Charmander, and Emma wanted to help. But the collapse of the floor startled the Zubat as well, leading the colony to spin around the room in disarray, lashing out at anything within sight. This was, unfortunately, Emma and Charmander. Bites covered Emma’s arms and shoulders; Charmander’s scales had protected him well, but the sharp teeth of the Zubat bit through the orange scales. Charmander tried scratching at them and Emma tried batting them away, but there were simply too many of them. Emma had to make a “leap of faith”.
She grabbed Charmander and held the Pokemon in her arms as she then leaped into the same hole that Red fell into. She felt support on her back through her backpack, and she knew that there was hope of her survival.
Though her pack was torn and her jeans now worn on the ankles, she made it to the bottom without injury. She looked up to find Red, struggling to stand on his own smiling at her.
“Welcome to the party.” Red said as his smile faded for a direr look as he turned to his right.
They were both surrounded by creatures, barely defined by the light from Charmander’s tail. They looked insect-like in nature, almost hermit crabs with no shell. Mushrooms grew from their backs and powdered spores littered the area around them, making their normal orange shells look rather pale green on the top. Their high-pitched squeaks and whistles echoed throughout the chamber.
Red had been trying to talk them down – Though he knew that they were probably not going to listen – and until Emma followed him, they were calm. Now they were in a crazed confusion. Some backed away, others stepped forward with defiant growls, and others simply looked at their allies on what to do.
“What are these things?” Red asked, backing up closer to Emma and Charmander.
“They’re Paras; usually cave-dwelling bugs that have mushrooms growing on them. They’re a bunch of Fun-gis, huh?” Emma joked, standing from her seated position and placing down Charmander.
“How can you make a pun in a time like this?!” Red asked through a chuckle, but yelped when one of the Paras swiped at his leg with its claws.
Suddenly, it dawned upon Red: Bug types are weak to fire, and they have a fire type with them!
“Charmander, use Ember!” Red commanded, motioning towards the Paras closing in upon them.
Charmander leaped from Emma’s arms and breathed deep for a moment, then spewed a mix between smoke and flame from his mouth towards the Paras. Sensing the danger, the Paras tried to avoid the Embers, but it was too late. One of them was engulfed with the Embers and its mushrooms caught aflame. It ran screaming out of the chamber, smoke billowing from its precious mushrooms.
Emma noticeably winced at the sight.
Seeing that their ally was routed, they backed away, trying not to suffer the same fate as their ally. Red watched as the Paras backed out of the room until all but a handful remained, trying to budge their way out of the chamber. Red couldn’t help but to grin at the sight. It was his Pokemon that did that; that saved them from the possibly lethal Paras attack.
“Awesome!” Red held out his hand to Charmander for a high-five, but the Pokemon turned away.
Red groaned; he hated that Charmander was so self-centered. Now they needed a way out of the chamber, and they had no idea where one was. The only exit Red and Emma knew of was the entrance to the chamber, some fifty feet above the ground and far out of their reach.
“Are you alright?” Red asked as he turned toward Emma.
“I’m fine; my backpack took the brunt of the scraping for me. What about you?” Emma asked, peering at his worn out clothing.
“Don’t worry about me. We need to get out of here.” Red quickly diffused the question to the best of his abilities; he then made a point to pull down his shirt a bit further, not knowing if his back had any skin at all.
An electrified sound reverberated through the chamber, then the cries and whistles of the Paras. Light flashed through a now visible doorway at the far edge of the chamber, showing flashes of fleeing Paras and figures brandishing a weapon of some sort. The trio jogged across the room and found a small stone wall, then they ducked behind it to watch what was about to unfold.
The Paras galloped into the room, running from their unknown attackers. But, even though these attackers were unknown to the Paras, they were very much known to Red and Emma: Team Rocket. The weapons that they brandished held flashlights on them, and whatever Paras found themselves in the light were soon fired upon. But no bullets left the barrels of the weapons; instead, electrified metal netting shot from the barrels of the weapons, wrapped themselves around the Paras, and then electrocuted them. They were incapacitated within seconds.
Red held his chin to the right and bit down upon his upper lip, trying his best not to run out and take on the Rockets. Emma bit her tongue tightly in an attempt not to call out insults at the Rockets and expose their location. But there was nothing that could have been done. The Rocket’s captured the rest of the Paras and began collecting their catches. They began to tread across the room, gathering the Paras, until there was a sharp crunch and a yelp of a Paras.
“You clumsy idiot, you’ve gone and crushed its claw! It’s no good to us now!” One of them pointed a flashlight at the other man’s foot, revealing that the man’s foot was crushing the right claw of a captured Paras.
“Lay off, will ‘ya? There are plenty more to capture!” The other said, pulling his foot off the now crushed shell of the Paras.
And with that, they marched out of the room, leaving the whimpering Paras behind for dead. Emma and Red rose up and marched over to the Paras, Charmander close behind. It didn’t look good; the right claw was cracked and crushed, leaving the fleshy interior exposed. Red and Emma pitied the poor Pokemon, while Charmander simply stared in disbelief.
“Do we have anything to heal it?” Red asked, trying to undo the now non-electrified netting.
“Just a few bandages and medical concoctions that might not even work.” Emma replied, searching her bag for anything that could help.
Charmander stepped forward and crossed his arms. The flickering light from the flame at the tip of Charmander’s tail was a warm and welcome one as Red needed light to untie the Paras from the net. Charmander nudged Red out of the way with an irritated glare, and then began to gnaw on the metal netting.
Finally, Charmander bit through the metal netting, revealing the wounded Paras. The Paras did not try to flee, for it was too weak to do anything but breathe. Red looked at the wound; it wouldn’t heal under any normal standards, and if the Paras would make its way back to its colony, it would probably be beaten or worse due to its injuries.
Emma nudged Red in the back to get through, and took some supplies to Paras. Red watched as Emma sprayed the wound with the Potion that she had gotten from the Pokemon Market, and bound the wound with bandages from the same place. The Paras whistled hollowly, as if groaning. Emma was careful not to touch the fungus growing on the Paras’ back, as she didn’t know if it was poisonous or simply numbing.
“Where’d you learn how to do that?” Red asked, watching carefully as Emma finished with the bandages.
“I taught myself.” Emma stated, placing the extra supplies in her bag.
Red began to look in Emma’s bag.
“What are you looking for?” Emma asked as she moved her bag away from Red.
“Sorry,” Red’s face grew red, “I was just looking for some Poke Balls.”
Emma was silent for a moment as she scanned Red’s face for any signs of humor.
“So… After we save this poor Paras from death, you want to enslave it?” Emma asked, raising her voice.
“Listen, you and I both know that he-“ Red began, trying to diffuse her anger.
“She.“ Emma interjected.
“That she will have no life in the colony she will return to! I mean, she is going to be bullied, or worse. She has no chance in the wild; infection will overcome her within days. She’ll likely starve, as she won’t be able to chase any prey at all!” Red explained, gesturing with his hands.
Emma sighed at this remark. Emma knew he spoke the truth; that the Paras would soon perish if she would be released. But this did not detract from the fact that whoever was captured within a Poke Ball, they were essentially enslaved. But all Pokemon can be released from Poke Balls; it just counts on the human wielding it to make that decision.
“Alright, fine. Here; I took the liberty of pulling these from the shelves earlier.” Emma said as she dispersed six spheres from her pocket.
They were small, glossy and spherical. One side had cherry red coloring, the other side was pure white. Both sides were conjoined by a black seam across the middle and a button at a point along the line. Red grabbed them with a silent “Thank-You” and walked to the Paras.
“This is the only way.” Red whispered.
It did not respond.
Red pressed the button with his thumb and tossed the sphere at the Paras. Once it hit the Paras, the Poke Ball opened, releasing jolts of light across the room and surrounding the Paras. Then, once surrounded in light, the Paras disappeared and the light faded, only leaving the crimson-colored ball closed with light seeping through the seam. Then, after a moment, sparks flew from the edges and the light faded. The Paras was caught.
Red jogged over and plucked the sphere from the ground and deposited it in his pocket. He walked back to Emma and smiled.
“Thank you for letting me catch her. Now we need to find a way out.” Red said, tracing the edges of the Poke Ball in his pocket.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Emma replied with a girlish smile.
“To you, it is.” Red grinned.
“We simply follow the Rocket’s tracks, and then we get out of the cave through where they entered.” Emma replied, wasting no time in following the tracks.
Red couldn’t help but to follow after her, Charmander included. Together, they weaved through the hallways (Quietly, to avoid the Zubats), following the footprints of the Rockets. It was an uncountable time later when they found the exit, light pouring in.
“Boy am I glad to see the light.” Red said as he shielded his eyes until they adjusted.
“And civilization!” Emma sounded exasperated.
Charmander growled in joy when he, too, saw the beautiful and pristine city of Cerulean. Finally, the trio can have some peace!
I would have done this yesterday, but I was extremely busy. Wordcount for this chapter is 2,811!
Chapter III
Darkness filled the room; silence all around him. Though everything was still and solid, it pulsed with energy.
Why do you resist? When all others have failed you, your power draining, why not submit now and end this pointless game?
Thoughts. All of it. But this was no ordinary train of thought; it was a conversation that had lasted for years.
Never.
This response was angering.
Then you have sealed your own fate. I will exact my revenge upon you soon enough. I am patient.
Soon…
_______________________________
When Emma had said ‘Try to keep up’, Red thought that she was kidding. As it turned out, Emma was a fast walker and he had to be at a slow jog to actually keep up most of the time. Charmander had made a point to be carried by Red, as he was exhausted from running for so long and didn’t have long to rest.
The dusty trails were a pale gray, but the sun, peeking its way out from the hulking shape of Mount Moon, lit it rather well and made it look a pleasing orange. But the shadow of the Mountain was like a dark cloud hovering above them, darkening Red’s thoughts and darkening Charmander’s mood. Emma, though, did not seem fazed by the enormous mountain. This mountain would not be as disturbing to Red if it did not have such a dark past. The mountain had a string of unfortunate tales and crazed Pokemon attacks ever since the mountain was discovered in the early years.
Emma turned a corner, her short pink hair twirling as if a skirt on her head. Red followed her and stopped short; they had reached the entrance of Mount Moon. Red stepped forward to the entrance, a hollow whistle coming from the opening. But there was a problem.
“How are we going to fit through that tiny hole?” Red asked the obvious question, placing Charmander at his feet.
“Isn’t it obvious? Rock Smash destroys more than Rock Pokemon, you know.” Emma stated rather condescendingly, gesturing towards Charmander.
“Well, I thought that…” Red said, rubbing the back of his head idly.
“… That you had to get some badge that granted you the ability to use it outside of battle? Please.” Emma finished Red’s thought for him with a stern look.
Red said nothing, but looked between the small opening and Charmander.
“Fine.” Red said, silently admitting that what he said sounded childish.
Charmander walked to the small opening and planted his feet into the ground, readying himself for the recoil of the powerful blows he was about to unleash.
“Charmander, make an entrance!” Red commanded his Pokemon with a point of his first digit.
Charmander squinted at the small opening in the wall and readied his fist. He let out a howl and struck out at the rock with all of his might. Shards of stone shot from the spiteful wall as Charmander continued his relentless assault on the wall until, finally, where once stood a wall that impeded their progress now stood a gaping hole.
Charmander stepped back and crossed his arms with a triumphant smirk. He looked to a grinning Red with a “what-would-you-do-without-me” look, and then turned away from Red and back to the pitch black entrance of Mount Moon.
“Sweet! I am beginning to like that move.” Red said with an approving nod.
“Yeah, well, we need to move forward.” Emma stated, staring at the cave entrance with a disapproving glare.
Emma beckoned Charmander into the cave, the flame at the tip of his tail lighting the way. Saying nothing to Red, she entered the dark cave.
“Is there something wrong?” Red asked, catching up with Emma.
“I’d prefer we get through here as fast as possible. And just as quiet, too.” Emma said, peering to her left and to her right for any signs of life.
“Why?” Red asked.
Emma grabbed his arm and head and pointed it towards the ceiling of the cave. With the flickering of the flame at the end of Charmander’s tail, Red saw small amounts of detail. Among the gray stalactites, the ceiling seemed to move with every sound and every light flicker of Charmander’s tail. As if it was… Alive. Red realized what they were, they were purple-blue bats known as Zubats.
“Are those…?” Red asked, panic setting in.
“Zubat; they are the bane of trainers all around the world. So be quiet!” Emma whispered, guiding Red slowly through the cave.
Red looked to his right and saw a large cavity in the ground, leading into darkness. But when Red stepped nearer to Emma to gain a bit of ground between him and the ledge, he felt unstable. Suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way. He called out as he fell through the floor, feeling the wind in his face and seeing nothing. But then, he felt support in his back and noticed that his speed was slowing. His denim pants were wearing out and his shirt pulled up due to friction, leaving his back to scrape against the wall.
Finally, Red fell from the slowed decline a short ways to his knees, his back seething with pain. Red touched his back with his left hand and hissed with pain. He didn’t feel any grievous wounds, but it was painful.
I… Just have to press on… Maybe find a way up… Red thought, trying his best to stand up, though not succeeding.
Emma was trying to do just the opposite. The collapse of the floor beneath Red was shocking to her and Charmander, and Emma wanted to help. But the collapse of the floor startled the Zubat as well, leading the colony to spin around the room in disarray, lashing out at anything within sight. This was, unfortunately, Emma and Charmander. Bites covered Emma’s arms and shoulders; Charmander’s scales had protected him well, but the sharp teeth of the Zubat bit through the orange scales. Charmander tried scratching at them and Emma tried batting them away, but there were simply too many of them. Emma had to make a “leap of faith”.
She grabbed Charmander and held the Pokemon in her arms as she then leaped into the same hole that Red fell into. She felt support on her back through her backpack, and she knew that there was hope of her survival.
Though her pack was torn and her jeans now worn on the ankles, she made it to the bottom without injury. She looked up to find Red, struggling to stand on his own smiling at her.
“Welcome to the party.” Red said as his smile faded for a direr look as he turned to his right.
They were both surrounded by creatures, barely defined by the light from Charmander’s tail. They looked insect-like in nature, almost hermit crabs with no shell. Mushrooms grew from their backs and powdered spores littered the area around them, making their normal orange shells look rather pale green on the top. Their high-pitched squeaks and whistles echoed throughout the chamber.
Red had been trying to talk them down – Though he knew that they were probably not going to listen – and until Emma followed him, they were calm. Now they were in a crazed confusion. Some backed away, others stepped forward with defiant growls, and others simply looked at their allies on what to do.
“What are these things?” Red asked, backing up closer to Emma and Charmander.
“They’re Paras; usually cave-dwelling bugs that have mushrooms growing on them. They’re a bunch of Fun-gis, huh?” Emma joked, standing from her seated position and placing down Charmander.
“How can you make a pun in a time like this?!” Red asked through a chuckle, but yelped when one of the Paras swiped at his leg with its claws.
Suddenly, it dawned upon Red: Bug types are weak to fire, and they have a fire type with them!
“Charmander, use Ember!” Red commanded, motioning towards the Paras closing in upon them.
Charmander leaped from Emma’s arms and breathed deep for a moment, then spewed a mix between smoke and flame from his mouth towards the Paras. Sensing the danger, the Paras tried to avoid the Embers, but it was too late. One of them was engulfed with the Embers and its mushrooms caught aflame. It ran screaming out of the chamber, smoke billowing from its precious mushrooms.
Emma noticeably winced at the sight.
Seeing that their ally was routed, they backed away, trying not to suffer the same fate as their ally. Red watched as the Paras backed out of the room until all but a handful remained, trying to budge their way out of the chamber. Red couldn’t help but to grin at the sight. It was his Pokemon that did that; that saved them from the possibly lethal Paras attack.
“Awesome!” Red held out his hand to Charmander for a high-five, but the Pokemon turned away.
Red groaned; he hated that Charmander was so self-centered. Now they needed a way out of the chamber, and they had no idea where one was. The only exit Red and Emma knew of was the entrance to the chamber, some fifty feet above the ground and far out of their reach.
“Are you alright?” Red asked as he turned toward Emma.
“I’m fine; my backpack took the brunt of the scraping for me. What about you?” Emma asked, peering at his worn out clothing.
“Don’t worry about me. We need to get out of here.” Red quickly diffused the question to the best of his abilities; he then made a point to pull down his shirt a bit further, not knowing if his back had any skin at all.
An electrified sound reverberated through the chamber, then the cries and whistles of the Paras. Light flashed through a now visible doorway at the far edge of the chamber, showing flashes of fleeing Paras and figures brandishing a weapon of some sort. The trio jogged across the room and found a small stone wall, then they ducked behind it to watch what was about to unfold.
The Paras galloped into the room, running from their unknown attackers. But, even though these attackers were unknown to the Paras, they were very much known to Red and Emma: Team Rocket. The weapons that they brandished held flashlights on them, and whatever Paras found themselves in the light were soon fired upon. But no bullets left the barrels of the weapons; instead, electrified metal netting shot from the barrels of the weapons, wrapped themselves around the Paras, and then electrocuted them. They were incapacitated within seconds.
Red held his chin to the right and bit down upon his upper lip, trying his best not to run out and take on the Rockets. Emma bit her tongue tightly in an attempt not to call out insults at the Rockets and expose their location. But there was nothing that could have been done. The Rocket’s captured the rest of the Paras and began collecting their catches. They began to tread across the room, gathering the Paras, until there was a sharp crunch and a yelp of a Paras.
“You clumsy idiot, you’ve gone and crushed its claw! It’s no good to us now!” One of them pointed a flashlight at the other man’s foot, revealing that the man’s foot was crushing the right claw of a captured Paras.
“Lay off, will ‘ya? There are plenty more to capture!” The other said, pulling his foot off the now crushed shell of the Paras.
And with that, they marched out of the room, leaving the whimpering Paras behind for dead. Emma and Red rose up and marched over to the Paras, Charmander close behind. It didn’t look good; the right claw was cracked and crushed, leaving the fleshy interior exposed. Red and Emma pitied the poor Pokemon, while Charmander simply stared in disbelief.
“Do we have anything to heal it?” Red asked, trying to undo the now non-electrified netting.
“Just a few bandages and medical concoctions that might not even work.” Emma replied, searching her bag for anything that could help.
Charmander stepped forward and crossed his arms. The flickering light from the flame at the tip of Charmander’s tail was a warm and welcome one as Red needed light to untie the Paras from the net. Charmander nudged Red out of the way with an irritated glare, and then began to gnaw on the metal netting.
Finally, Charmander bit through the metal netting, revealing the wounded Paras. The Paras did not try to flee, for it was too weak to do anything but breathe. Red looked at the wound; it wouldn’t heal under any normal standards, and if the Paras would make its way back to its colony, it would probably be beaten or worse due to its injuries.
Emma nudged Red in the back to get through, and took some supplies to Paras. Red watched as Emma sprayed the wound with the Potion that she had gotten from the Pokemon Market, and bound the wound with bandages from the same place. The Paras whistled hollowly, as if groaning. Emma was careful not to touch the fungus growing on the Paras’ back, as she didn’t know if it was poisonous or simply numbing.
“Where’d you learn how to do that?” Red asked, watching carefully as Emma finished with the bandages.
“I taught myself.” Emma stated, placing the extra supplies in her bag.
Red began to look in Emma’s bag.
“What are you looking for?” Emma asked as she moved her bag away from Red.
“Sorry,” Red’s face grew red, “I was just looking for some Poke Balls.”
Emma was silent for a moment as she scanned Red’s face for any signs of humor.
“So… After we save this poor Paras from death, you want to enslave it?” Emma asked, raising her voice.
“Listen, you and I both know that he-“ Red began, trying to diffuse her anger.
“She.“ Emma interjected.
“That she will have no life in the colony she will return to! I mean, she is going to be bullied, or worse. She has no chance in the wild; infection will overcome her within days. She’ll likely starve, as she won’t be able to chase any prey at all!” Red explained, gesturing with his hands.
Emma sighed at this remark. Emma knew he spoke the truth; that the Paras would soon perish if she would be released. But this did not detract from the fact that whoever was captured within a Poke Ball, they were essentially enslaved. But all Pokemon can be released from Poke Balls; it just counts on the human wielding it to make that decision.
“Alright, fine. Here; I took the liberty of pulling these from the shelves earlier.” Emma said as she dispersed six spheres from her pocket.
They were small, glossy and spherical. One side had cherry red coloring, the other side was pure white. Both sides were conjoined by a black seam across the middle and a button at a point along the line. Red grabbed them with a silent “Thank-You” and walked to the Paras.
“This is the only way.” Red whispered.
It did not respond.
Red pressed the button with his thumb and tossed the sphere at the Paras. Once it hit the Paras, the Poke Ball opened, releasing jolts of light across the room and surrounding the Paras. Then, once surrounded in light, the Paras disappeared and the light faded, only leaving the crimson-colored ball closed with light seeping through the seam. Then, after a moment, sparks flew from the edges and the light faded. The Paras was caught.
Red jogged over and plucked the sphere from the ground and deposited it in his pocket. He walked back to Emma and smiled.
“Thank you for letting me catch her. Now we need to find a way out.” Red said, tracing the edges of the Poke Ball in his pocket.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Emma replied with a girlish smile.
“To you, it is.” Red grinned.
“We simply follow the Rocket’s tracks, and then we get out of the cave through where they entered.” Emma replied, wasting no time in following the tracks.
Red couldn’t help but to follow after her, Charmander included. Together, they weaved through the hallways (Quietly, to avoid the Zubats), following the footprints of the Rockets. It was an uncountable time later when they found the exit, light pouring in.
“Boy am I glad to see the light.” Red said as he shielded his eyes until they adjusted.
“And civilization!” Emma sounded exasperated.
Charmander growled in joy when he, too, saw the beautiful and pristine city of Cerulean. Finally, the trio can have some peace!
