Project Custom 3-Pokebeach Site (Approved by PMJ)
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ha i've been working on this for hours straight
Wait. Does it have to be an exerpt? Because mine's really looking to be finished within the 1500-4000 words...
Pokémaniac said:
I guess you could finish it, but it's really meant to just be a chapter or excerpt not the whole fanfic.
Prof. Shinx said:
Watch my words....TYPE. Porygon is a normal type and Darkrai is a Dark type, which one do you think? =]
-Black Rayquaza
Im looking for clarifacation 
Can we use this Ampharos as the Dark Pokemon or can it only be a Lightning type
http://pokebeach.com/scans/ex-team-rocket-returns/2-dark-ampharos.jpg
Or do you want Straight dark Pokemon like Darkrai? That is what I mean.
Can we use this Ampharos as the Dark Pokemon or can it only be a Lightning type
http://pokebeach.com/scans/ex-team-rocket-returns/2-dark-ampharos.jpg
Or do you want Straight dark Pokemon like Darkrai? That is what I mean.
Yay, I'm done with the first draft.
I'll take feedback, but just give it to me on skype chat when you're ready.
Code:
[IMG]http://i36.tinypic.com/2dj9jlv.jpg[/IMG]I'll take feedback, but just give it to me on skype chat when you're ready.
Prof. Shinx said:Im looking for clarifacation
Can we use this Ampharos as the Dark Pokemon or can it only be a Lightning type
http://pokebeach.com/scans/ex-team-rocket-returns/2-dark-ampharos.jpg
Or do you want Straight dark Pokemon like Darkrai? That is what I mean.
Dude, I just gave you the answer to this. Ampharos is NOT a Dark type....if it helps you, STRAIGHT DARK pokemon then.
Matt-Cool, I'll get that to you soon =]
-Black Rayquaza
lilsparks101 said:
ha I've been working on this for hours straight
waiting on feedback
the pro's and con's and can you pm it to me
I've also taken an aspect of the Pokemon Special manga into my story; being able to see your pokemon inside it's pokeball.
But anyway, I'll either get it done tonight, or if not, tomorrow.
I'm currently on 1283 words, but I still have quite a bit of this part of the story left.
But anyway, I'll either get it done tonight, or if not, tomorrow.
I'm currently on 1283 words, but I still have quite a bit of this part of the story left.
I had to stay up a little late but.. well, it's done.
Warning-This passage contains violence and um.. well death.
The valley seemed barren; almost lifeless. Small gusts of wind swept through on occasion, but other than that, the place was deserted. There were no people or pokemon anywhere in sight.
But buried underneath the valley, a warehouse had been built, so as to hide it from any wandering trainers.
The people who worked in this warehouse were required to have at least one pokemon that could dig through the sand, as this was the only way of entering the building. Scientists roamed inside, taking measurements and blood samples from different pokemon.
The purpose of this building, was to run tests on pokemon to try to improve their strength, without going through hours of intense training. Afterwards, the scientists that had run this building would battle using the pokemon, in order to see if their strength had improved.
Many different types of enhancement agents had been injected into these pokemon, and some scientists worried about the consequences. But they never told anyone about their anxiety; the boss would see to them if they did. He was the man at the top, and had no problem with the pokemon‘s suffering. Anyone who threatened to go blabbing to the public about his work would receive a lethal attack from his strongest pokemon.
Currently, the boss was testing out his pokemon’s strength in one of the training rooms.
They were up against a wild Ampharos, that had been beaten and bruised beforehand.
The boss sniggered.
“Such an easy target for my champion pokemon.” he said, throwing his pokeball into the air. “Go, Gardevoir.”
The pokeball landed on the ground, opening with a brilliant white light. From the light emerged a psychic pokemon, that was humanoid in shape. It had what looked like a long flowing dress, along with a red plate on it’s back and it’s chest. But the most distinguished feature of it’s appearance was a small machine, connected to it’s head. This machine was supposedly built to help amplify Gardevoir’s psychic abilities, but it was a lot more than just that. This machine gave the boss complete control of the pokemon, enabling him to force it to do anything he wants.
The Ampharos stared at the Gardevoir, a look of fear in it’s eyes. The Gardevoir remained motionless as it watched the helpless creature. It was as if Gardevoir was completely void of emotion.
The boss smiled as he ordered Gardevoir’s attack.
“Gardevoir, Shadow Ball.”
The Gardevoir raised it’s arms slowly, as it collected a sphere of dark energy in it’s hands. The Ampharos shivered and tried to hit Gardevoir with a spark of electricity, but it just bounced off, and Gardevoir didn’t seem to notice.
Gardevoir had charged the sphere into a massive ball of dark energy, and waited for it’s master’s orders.
The boss smirked, with a heartless smile.
“Gardevoir, unleash it.”
The ball of darkness began to glow, menacingly. Ampharos was glued to the floor; too scared to move. He looked into Gardevoir’s eyes; pleading with him. Something inside the Gardvoir felt a great sense of pity for the creature, but the boss, seeing Gardevoir’s doubts, took out his controller and heightened the pressure of the machine. The machine suppressed Gardevoir’s feelings, and forced him to attack.
Without a sound, Gardevoir launched the dark sphere out of it’s hands. Like a silent assassin, it rushed straight for Ampharos, ripping straight through his torso and into the wall behind.
The Ampharos’ body fell limply to the floor.
The boss walked over to it and turned it over with his foot, inspecting the damage.
“Hmmph.” the boss sneered. “Pity.”
He turned to Gardevoir.
“You are yet to be defeated my champion.” he said. “Soon, we’ll test you out on the world itself.”
He turned on his heel and headed towards the door.
“Come along Gardevoir,” he said.
Gardevoir remained in place, staring into the glazed eyes of the Ampharos‘ body. It was as if it was staring back at him through lifeless eyes, and inside, Gardevoir felt deep regret.
“I said come along.” the boss ordered, taking out the controller. He heightened the volume of the machine to maximum control.
Gardevoir struggled in pain as the machine electrocuted him, holding onto his head and screaming.
“Gaaaard!!!” it yelled.
“Enough whining!” the boss yelled. “Now, do as I tell you. Come along, Gardevoir.”
Gardevoir stopped screaming. He turned and faced the boss. Lifting his arms, he began to collect waves of psychic energy.
“Wha-what are you doing?” the boss stammered, backing towards the door.
Gardevoir channelled the waves into a large ball, much like the one used to destroy Ampharos.
Without a second thought, he unleashed the orb, sending it straight to the man that stood in front of him. The man that had trapped him as a Ralts, training him through means of a machine. The man that had forced him to kill countless pokemon. The man that treated a pokemon’s death as a game for training.
A thousand thoughts rushed through Gardevoir’s mind, as the ball moved slowly towards that hateful man.
This was justice.
The ball connected with the man, sending him flying into the door frame. He lay there motionless; slain by his own pokemon. Gardevoir floated over to him and tapped him gently with his leg.
“Pity,“ he thought.
He ripped off the machine attached to his head. He then floated into the air, and teleported without a trace.
“In other news, recently, the murder of famous scientist and businessman Marco Grayson was reported.” the newswoman said. It is apparent that Marco died while in one of his many warehouses for running tests on pokemon, though it is still unclear what these tests involve.
It is believed by many working there that he was killed by a pokemon, though the details of the incident have not yet been given….”
“A pokemon?” the boy said, turning down the volume of the television. “Why on earth would a pokemon do something like that?”
He sat at the kitchen table, eating his cereal and pulling a pokeball out of his pocket.
“You wouldn’t do something like that, would you Pixy?” he asked it, worriedly.
Inside, the Vulpix yawned sleepily, shaking it’s head absent-mindedly.
The boy giggled.
“What am I saying? You wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less a person.”
He took another spoonful of his cereal, as he changed the channel of the T.V. to watch cartoons.
“Just another lazy Saturday..” he said.
Suddenly, he heard a scream coming from outside.
He stood up sharply; startled. This was a quiet, peaceful neighbourhood; nothing like this ever happened here.
He carefully walked over to the door of his house, his spoon still in his hand. He opened the door slowly, inch by inch.
He dropped the spoon to the floor, shocked at the horrible sight that had met his eyes.
A pokemon was levitated over the dead body of a girl; the girl’s blood on it’s hands. Next to the body, sat the girl’s pokemon; an Azurill with tears streaming down his cheeks. The Azurill was nudging her, as if trying to wake her up.
The pokemon floating above her stared at the pokemon. It didn’t understand why Azurill cried. It thought it had done it a favour by releasing it from it’s trainer’s grasp.
The boy stood at the doorway, shaking violently.
So pokemon did kill. He just never thought he’d see it.
“I have to do something…” he whispered to himself. “Before that thing hurts someone else.”
He ran out of the doorway, whipping out his pokeball and throwing it in the air.
“Go, Pixy!” he yelled.
The pokeball opened and the Vulpix appeared, already in a fighting stance for battle.
The boy stared at the hovering pokemon, and it looked straight back at him.
“My name is Joseph !” he yelled. “And I challenge you to a pokemon battle!”
Pixy snarled at the levitating creature, baring it’s sharp teeth.
“Pixy, use flamethrower!” Joseph yelled.
Pixy fired a barrage of flames at the creature, but it dodged them with ease. It didn’t seem interested in fighting.
“Keep going, Pixy!” Joseph he told the Vulpix. “We’ll get it!”
He turned back to the floating pokemon.
“What are you anyway!!?” Joseph yelled. “What kind of monster goes around killing people!?”
The pokemon slowly came towards Joseph, ignoring the Vulpix’s flames.
He stared into Joseph’s eyes, and spoke to him through telepathy.
“I am the saviour of pokemon.”
He hit Joseph in the chest with a blast of psychic energy.
Joseph screamed, for it was all that he could do. He couldn’t fight back, nor could he move in any way. The pokemon was holding him in place with it’s mind.
Pixy barked at the creature, begging it to stop. But it was too late.
Gardevoir dropped Joseph, and soared into the air, leaving the dead body lying, bleeding on the ground.
“You know why we are here.” the creature said. It spoke through telepathy so that they could all understand.
Around him, several pokemon had gathered in a circle, curious to see what the centre being would tell them.
“We have gathered here for an assembly, to discuss the matter of a great threat to pokemon across the entire world.”
He paused for a second, remembering how he had been forced to kill fellow pokemon.
“The humans.” he said. “Over many years, they have forced us to fight each other, merely for their enjoyment. They have watched us kill each other from their orders, and yet it does not seem to bother them. This is why, I have proposed to eradicate all of them.”
Many of the pokemon whispered at this point, not sure what to say.
“Trust me.” Gardevoir told them. “It is for the good of all pokemon. I have already begun the process.”
“But what if they’re not all bad?” a small Nidoran questioned. “My mum says that there’s good in everyone.”
The Gardevoir stood up and looked at the pokemon.
“That is a lie. All humans are evil.” he said. “In my time in captivity, I came across many humans. But not a single one tried to help me from my imprisonment. They could see the pain I was in, but did they do anything? No. They are heartless creatures, filled with nothing but hate and greed.”
He turned around, shifting his attention to the whole audience.
“You’ve seen the way they treat pokemon. We’re like slaves to them; toys that can easily be replaced.”
He remembered the look in Ampharos’ eyes after the attack had hit him. The cold lifeless eyes that would never see again.
“It is time we seek justice.”
Ich.
That's like, four deaths. :/
Well, uh.. I hope you like it. It took a long time. I'd call it a chapter, maybe a prolougue.
Basically, I've written how the revolt against humans begins.
Oh, and if you need to know, it's 1777 words.
Warning-This passage contains violence and um.. well death.
Justice.
The valley seemed barren; almost lifeless. Small gusts of wind swept through on occasion, but other than that, the place was deserted. There were no people or pokemon anywhere in sight.
But buried underneath the valley, a warehouse had been built, so as to hide it from any wandering trainers.
The people who worked in this warehouse were required to have at least one pokemon that could dig through the sand, as this was the only way of entering the building. Scientists roamed inside, taking measurements and blood samples from different pokemon.
The purpose of this building, was to run tests on pokemon to try to improve their strength, without going through hours of intense training. Afterwards, the scientists that had run this building would battle using the pokemon, in order to see if their strength had improved.
Many different types of enhancement agents had been injected into these pokemon, and some scientists worried about the consequences. But they never told anyone about their anxiety; the boss would see to them if they did. He was the man at the top, and had no problem with the pokemon‘s suffering. Anyone who threatened to go blabbing to the public about his work would receive a lethal attack from his strongest pokemon.
Currently, the boss was testing out his pokemon’s strength in one of the training rooms.
They were up against a wild Ampharos, that had been beaten and bruised beforehand.
The boss sniggered.
“Such an easy target for my champion pokemon.” he said, throwing his pokeball into the air. “Go, Gardevoir.”
The pokeball landed on the ground, opening with a brilliant white light. From the light emerged a psychic pokemon, that was humanoid in shape. It had what looked like a long flowing dress, along with a red plate on it’s back and it’s chest. But the most distinguished feature of it’s appearance was a small machine, connected to it’s head. This machine was supposedly built to help amplify Gardevoir’s psychic abilities, but it was a lot more than just that. This machine gave the boss complete control of the pokemon, enabling him to force it to do anything he wants.
The Ampharos stared at the Gardevoir, a look of fear in it’s eyes. The Gardevoir remained motionless as it watched the helpless creature. It was as if Gardevoir was completely void of emotion.
The boss smiled as he ordered Gardevoir’s attack.
“Gardevoir, Shadow Ball.”
The Gardevoir raised it’s arms slowly, as it collected a sphere of dark energy in it’s hands. The Ampharos shivered and tried to hit Gardevoir with a spark of electricity, but it just bounced off, and Gardevoir didn’t seem to notice.
Gardevoir had charged the sphere into a massive ball of dark energy, and waited for it’s master’s orders.
The boss smirked, with a heartless smile.
“Gardevoir, unleash it.”
The ball of darkness began to glow, menacingly. Ampharos was glued to the floor; too scared to move. He looked into Gardevoir’s eyes; pleading with him. Something inside the Gardvoir felt a great sense of pity for the creature, but the boss, seeing Gardevoir’s doubts, took out his controller and heightened the pressure of the machine. The machine suppressed Gardevoir’s feelings, and forced him to attack.
Without a sound, Gardevoir launched the dark sphere out of it’s hands. Like a silent assassin, it rushed straight for Ampharos, ripping straight through his torso and into the wall behind.
The Ampharos’ body fell limply to the floor.
The boss walked over to it and turned it over with his foot, inspecting the damage.
“Hmmph.” the boss sneered. “Pity.”
He turned to Gardevoir.
“You are yet to be defeated my champion.” he said. “Soon, we’ll test you out on the world itself.”
He turned on his heel and headed towards the door.
“Come along Gardevoir,” he said.
Gardevoir remained in place, staring into the glazed eyes of the Ampharos‘ body. It was as if it was staring back at him through lifeless eyes, and inside, Gardevoir felt deep regret.
“I said come along.” the boss ordered, taking out the controller. He heightened the volume of the machine to maximum control.
Gardevoir struggled in pain as the machine electrocuted him, holding onto his head and screaming.
“Gaaaard!!!” it yelled.
“Enough whining!” the boss yelled. “Now, do as I tell you. Come along, Gardevoir.”
Gardevoir stopped screaming. He turned and faced the boss. Lifting his arms, he began to collect waves of psychic energy.
“Wha-what are you doing?” the boss stammered, backing towards the door.
Gardevoir channelled the waves into a large ball, much like the one used to destroy Ampharos.
Without a second thought, he unleashed the orb, sending it straight to the man that stood in front of him. The man that had trapped him as a Ralts, training him through means of a machine. The man that had forced him to kill countless pokemon. The man that treated a pokemon’s death as a game for training.
A thousand thoughts rushed through Gardevoir’s mind, as the ball moved slowly towards that hateful man.
This was justice.
The ball connected with the man, sending him flying into the door frame. He lay there motionless; slain by his own pokemon. Gardevoir floated over to him and tapped him gently with his leg.
“Pity,“ he thought.
He ripped off the machine attached to his head. He then floated into the air, and teleported without a trace.
“In other news, recently, the murder of famous scientist and businessman Marco Grayson was reported.” the newswoman said. It is apparent that Marco died while in one of his many warehouses for running tests on pokemon, though it is still unclear what these tests involve.
It is believed by many working there that he was killed by a pokemon, though the details of the incident have not yet been given….”
“A pokemon?” the boy said, turning down the volume of the television. “Why on earth would a pokemon do something like that?”
He sat at the kitchen table, eating his cereal and pulling a pokeball out of his pocket.
“You wouldn’t do something like that, would you Pixy?” he asked it, worriedly.
Inside, the Vulpix yawned sleepily, shaking it’s head absent-mindedly.
The boy giggled.
“What am I saying? You wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less a person.”
He took another spoonful of his cereal, as he changed the channel of the T.V. to watch cartoons.
“Just another lazy Saturday..” he said.
Suddenly, he heard a scream coming from outside.
He stood up sharply; startled. This was a quiet, peaceful neighbourhood; nothing like this ever happened here.
He carefully walked over to the door of his house, his spoon still in his hand. He opened the door slowly, inch by inch.
He dropped the spoon to the floor, shocked at the horrible sight that had met his eyes.
A pokemon was levitated over the dead body of a girl; the girl’s blood on it’s hands. Next to the body, sat the girl’s pokemon; an Azurill with tears streaming down his cheeks. The Azurill was nudging her, as if trying to wake her up.
The pokemon floating above her stared at the pokemon. It didn’t understand why Azurill cried. It thought it had done it a favour by releasing it from it’s trainer’s grasp.
The boy stood at the doorway, shaking violently.
So pokemon did kill. He just never thought he’d see it.
“I have to do something…” he whispered to himself. “Before that thing hurts someone else.”
He ran out of the doorway, whipping out his pokeball and throwing it in the air.
“Go, Pixy!” he yelled.
The pokeball opened and the Vulpix appeared, already in a fighting stance for battle.
The boy stared at the hovering pokemon, and it looked straight back at him.
“My name is Joseph !” he yelled. “And I challenge you to a pokemon battle!”
Pixy snarled at the levitating creature, baring it’s sharp teeth.
“Pixy, use flamethrower!” Joseph yelled.
Pixy fired a barrage of flames at the creature, but it dodged them with ease. It didn’t seem interested in fighting.
“Keep going, Pixy!” Joseph he told the Vulpix. “We’ll get it!”
He turned back to the floating pokemon.
“What are you anyway!!?” Joseph yelled. “What kind of monster goes around killing people!?”
The pokemon slowly came towards Joseph, ignoring the Vulpix’s flames.
He stared into Joseph’s eyes, and spoke to him through telepathy.
“I am the saviour of pokemon.”
He hit Joseph in the chest with a blast of psychic energy.
Joseph screamed, for it was all that he could do. He couldn’t fight back, nor could he move in any way. The pokemon was holding him in place with it’s mind.
Pixy barked at the creature, begging it to stop. But it was too late.
Gardevoir dropped Joseph, and soared into the air, leaving the dead body lying, bleeding on the ground.
“You know why we are here.” the creature said. It spoke through telepathy so that they could all understand.
Around him, several pokemon had gathered in a circle, curious to see what the centre being would tell them.
“We have gathered here for an assembly, to discuss the matter of a great threat to pokemon across the entire world.”
He paused for a second, remembering how he had been forced to kill fellow pokemon.
“The humans.” he said. “Over many years, they have forced us to fight each other, merely for their enjoyment. They have watched us kill each other from their orders, and yet it does not seem to bother them. This is why, I have proposed to eradicate all of them.”
Many of the pokemon whispered at this point, not sure what to say.
“Trust me.” Gardevoir told them. “It is for the good of all pokemon. I have already begun the process.”
“But what if they’re not all bad?” a small Nidoran questioned. “My mum says that there’s good in everyone.”
The Gardevoir stood up and looked at the pokemon.
“That is a lie. All humans are evil.” he said. “In my time in captivity, I came across many humans. But not a single one tried to help me from my imprisonment. They could see the pain I was in, but did they do anything? No. They are heartless creatures, filled with nothing but hate and greed.”
He turned around, shifting his attention to the whole audience.
“You’ve seen the way they treat pokemon. We’re like slaves to them; toys that can easily be replaced.”
He remembered the look in Ampharos’ eyes after the attack had hit him. The cold lifeless eyes that would never see again.
“It is time we seek justice.”
Ich.
That's like, four deaths. :/
Well, uh.. I hope you like it. It took a long time. I'd call it a chapter, maybe a prolougue.
Basically, I've written how the revolt against humans begins.
Oh, and if you need to know, it's 1777 words.
1875 words. Yayz. I'm opting for advice.
It was time to strike.
It all began a month ago. Our trainer sighted a shiny Tyranitar. Something about the yellow skin and pink bellied monster drew him in. Something about all us “misfits” draws him to us. He dedicated his life to catching that Pokémon.
Every day he would travel to the top of the mountain where the beast resided, and he would try his luck against it. Every day he rushed back to the nearest Pokémon Center, fainted Pokémon in hand. Every day he scolded us about how we should try harder. Every day he would blame me.
“He’s weak against you, Hitmonlee! This should be easy! You’re hopeless! Pathetic! Worthless!”
One day we did it. We knocked the enemy down. He came crashing to the ground and Tyranitar was caught. Our task was complete. Finally our trainer could stop tormenting us and he could be our friend.
That was, until he stuck me at the laboratory. All that work and he still didn’t respect me. I felt hurt. We all felt hurt. I decided then it was time to take action.
And so that’s how the other Pokémon he had rejected and I had ended up huddled next to a tree, walled in by steel, plotting our revenge.
“We could run away,” suggested Cherrim, her pink, flowery body swaying in the wind.
“No! We need to get him back for all he’s put us through!” said Feraligatr angrily, the sea blue webbing on its back standing on end.
“I’m all for it, Feraligatr,” I said. “But we don’t know where he is at the moment. Even if we broke out, we’d have no way to get to him!”
The group pondered over this point for a second.
“You’re right. How could we find out that?” asked Shuckle.
“There has to be a way!” roared Arcanine.
At that very same moment, the golden-furred dog was lifted into the air, and flew away out of view. We all looked up to watch.
To anyone but a Pokémon trapped in one of these prisons, a heavy Pokémon like Arcanine suddenly being whooshed up into the air would seem quite unusual. But among us, it was common knowledge what was happening.
“Guys, he’s switching around his Pokemon!” said Shuckle, wriggling around in his blue shell in anticipation.
A small shadow could be seen above us. It was rushing down to the ground at a phenomenal pace. As it approached the ground, it could be made out that it was a Pokmon, large in structure, with yellowy-green skin. It soon became apparent to me who this was.
“Tyranitar!” I shouted as the beast smacked down on the ground next to me. This was the first time he had been in a “box” and I hoped he took it well. We all huddled around him, wanting to hear his story. But instead of talking, the giant fiend jumped at me, jaw wide open. I panicked and backed away. It stomped the ground with its foot a few times, sending a quake right towards me. I was shaken badly and I fell over.
The monster walked towards me menacingly, making a loud noise each time one of his feet crashed into the ground.
“So you’re one of the Pokemon who got me caught, aren’t you?” he said vilely.
“Y…Yes…” I murmured, fearing for my life.
Tyranitar knelled down to pick me up. I fitted into his hand. He could easily squash me like a bug from here.
“But it wasn’t my choice!” I cried, putting a puzzled look on his face.
“You attacked me, didn’t you?” Tyranitar screamed, hurting my ear-drums.
“You don’t understand! When he caught me in a Pokéball, I was brainwashed. I had to do anything he requested me to do.” I was sweating by this stage. Tyranitar didn’t seem to care, and I could feel his hand clasping me, and his claw digging into my back.
“You still ruined my life!” Tyranitar was foaming at the mouth now. He was truly insane.
“I don’t like it here either. But we can help you get out!”
The monster’s grasp eased a little now.
“But we’ll need your help.” Tyranitar seemed cynical.
“What’s the plan then?”
“We break out. Then we track that trainer down and beat him to a pulp.”
Tyranitar smiled as I slipped to the ground.
“But we need to know where he was when he sent you here.” I said. Finally, we were on the same page.
“Eterna Forest. He found a shiny Breloom.”
“Sounds just like him. He finds a shiny Pokémon and forms an obsession over it.”
I grinned. We had a location, numbers and a giant powerhouse on our side. It was too good to be true.
*
It was night time and we were ready to roll. It was the moment we’d all been waiting for. We were going to escape.
I stared up at the large metal fences enclosing us.
“How are we going to do this?” Shuckle asked doubtfully.
Tyranitar said nothing, and instead ran at one of the walls, fist out. He landed a mighty punch on the metal, and watched as a small hole formed in the enclosure. We all cheered at his mammoth effort.
“Great job!” Cherrim said, cheery as always. She was hiding under her purple petals because of the lack of light.
“How are we all going to fit through there?” I said quite skeptically. “It’s the size of Shuckle!”
“I’m not done yet!” Tyranitar roared. He placed his top jaw on the bottom of the hole and dragged it down as far as he could go. The steel tore apart as he moved. He lifted his head and gave a mighty roar. He charged right out of captivity, the rest of us following.
We were free. Finally we could get our revenge. It felt great to be out.
*
We headed to the forest, breathing in the fresh, crisp air of the night. It reminded me of my days in the wild. I was loved in my family. I was special – and in a good way, too. Everyone respected me. The little ones wanted to be like me. I’m a rare kind. It was all in my skin.
We all sat down and went to sleep. We had a long –and exciting- day ahead of us.
I was rudely awoken by Shuckle hitting me in the face. I staggered up from the ground and looked at the scene around me. My friends were under attack by some outsider Pokémon. The Pokémon were being controlled by humans. I saw trucks and immediately realized what was going on. That evil “trainer” had tracked us down.
I ran straight past the enemy Pokémon and kicked one of the people square in the face, knocking him to the ground. No human was going to steal away my freedom. I’d waited too long for this.
Pokémon swarmed me. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle them. There were four of them. A Houndoom, Zangoose, Scizor and Charizard. They all looked vicious.
I jumped high into the air and smacked down into the Charizard’s belly. He roared in pain and squirmed around on the ground. I turned towards the Zangoose who was swiping his claws at my face. It stung, and I felt blood trickling down my face. But I endeavored on.
I was shocked by pain from behind me. It burnt. I did a rolling kick towards the culprit only to find the Charizard had not fallen. This was bad. I knocked him off his feet with my kick, but I could tell he’d be up soon. I decided to land a kick on Zangoose finally. The Pokémon screamed in agony as he fell to the ground. Houndoom tried to land a bite on me, but I swept him into the air with a flick of my foot. Scizor stuck its jaw-like hands out and swiped me across the side. I hurt all over.
Charizard, Zangoose and Houndoom had all risen and were stand around me intimidatingly. I had to get away. I wasn’t going back to that horrible man. I wasn’t going back to that prison of a home. I wasn’t going back to the scolding and the hate. I leaped high into the air and positioned my foot over the Charizard’s head. He laughed and stepped to the side. I would surely crash.
I would’ve crashed, if it wasn’t for the fact I was moving away from Charizard the whole time and instead towards freedom. My foot slammed into the ground and I broke into a steady run. I was going to make it. I was staying free.
I ran through the forest. It was a magnificent place, with life moving around everywhere, beautiful streams of light, and tall towering trees. But I had no time to enjoy the breath-taking scenery. Already I could hear the footsteps of the foes smashing through the forest, crushing trees and branches the same way they would crush me. I had to get them off my trail. I needed a plan.
Sweating, I spun around and saw the four Pokémon pushing through the forest. They stopped in surprise, giving me enough time to smash down a nearby tree. I watched and smiled as the vile Pokémon were crushed under the log. I slammed each of them in the face with my foot, one at a time. I kept at it until none of them were breathing.
I couldn’t comprehend what I’d just done. I’d never killed anything in my life, and yet, there, right before my eyes, laid four bodies, each covered by a log placed there by me. Each with my footprint implanted on their face.
“I feel so alive. But I shouldn’t, should I?” I thought, body trembling. “I think I’m insane!”
I slowly headed back towards the old campsite, the murders still vivid in my mind. Yet I didn’t mind. Revenge just seemed so nice after all the torture.
Finally, it sunk in.
“What have I done?” But still it wasn’t about the immortality of my act, about the poor Pokémon I had savagely killed. No. Those Pokémon were my key to get back to my trainer so I could get him back for the torture he put me through.
I shrieked and ran full-pelt back to the site. I had to catch that truck. That truck was necessary to my revenge.
I ran through to the forest clearing. Immediately, my heart sunk. Left at the scene was blood, torn-up grass and destroyed branches, and my new friend and old nemesis, Tyranitar.
“How long ago did the truck leave?” I asked desperately.
“A while ago. Where were you?” Tyranitar replied.
I was crestfallen. My chance at revenge had just driven away with all my old friends.
“Tyranitar. We have to track down that truck.” I said solemnly.
He nodded in agreement.
“We better head off now,” The powerhouse said. “Don’t let them get too far.”
You better feel lucky, trainer. I thought to myself. Next time I meet you, you won’t be so lucky. Me, and all your other slaves will be freed.
And we’ll all be keen for revenge.
It was time to strike.
It all began a month ago. Our trainer sighted a shiny Tyranitar. Something about the yellow skin and pink bellied monster drew him in. Something about all us “misfits” draws him to us. He dedicated his life to catching that Pokémon.
Every day he would travel to the top of the mountain where the beast resided, and he would try his luck against it. Every day he rushed back to the nearest Pokémon Center, fainted Pokémon in hand. Every day he scolded us about how we should try harder. Every day he would blame me.
“He’s weak against you, Hitmonlee! This should be easy! You’re hopeless! Pathetic! Worthless!”
One day we did it. We knocked the enemy down. He came crashing to the ground and Tyranitar was caught. Our task was complete. Finally our trainer could stop tormenting us and he could be our friend.
That was, until he stuck me at the laboratory. All that work and he still didn’t respect me. I felt hurt. We all felt hurt. I decided then it was time to take action.
And so that’s how the other Pokémon he had rejected and I had ended up huddled next to a tree, walled in by steel, plotting our revenge.
“We could run away,” suggested Cherrim, her pink, flowery body swaying in the wind.
“No! We need to get him back for all he’s put us through!” said Feraligatr angrily, the sea blue webbing on its back standing on end.
“I’m all for it, Feraligatr,” I said. “But we don’t know where he is at the moment. Even if we broke out, we’d have no way to get to him!”
The group pondered over this point for a second.
“You’re right. How could we find out that?” asked Shuckle.
“There has to be a way!” roared Arcanine.
At that very same moment, the golden-furred dog was lifted into the air, and flew away out of view. We all looked up to watch.
To anyone but a Pokémon trapped in one of these prisons, a heavy Pokémon like Arcanine suddenly being whooshed up into the air would seem quite unusual. But among us, it was common knowledge what was happening.
“Guys, he’s switching around his Pokemon!” said Shuckle, wriggling around in his blue shell in anticipation.
A small shadow could be seen above us. It was rushing down to the ground at a phenomenal pace. As it approached the ground, it could be made out that it was a Pokmon, large in structure, with yellowy-green skin. It soon became apparent to me who this was.
“Tyranitar!” I shouted as the beast smacked down on the ground next to me. This was the first time he had been in a “box” and I hoped he took it well. We all huddled around him, wanting to hear his story. But instead of talking, the giant fiend jumped at me, jaw wide open. I panicked and backed away. It stomped the ground with its foot a few times, sending a quake right towards me. I was shaken badly and I fell over.
The monster walked towards me menacingly, making a loud noise each time one of his feet crashed into the ground.
“So you’re one of the Pokemon who got me caught, aren’t you?” he said vilely.
“Y…Yes…” I murmured, fearing for my life.
Tyranitar knelled down to pick me up. I fitted into his hand. He could easily squash me like a bug from here.
“But it wasn’t my choice!” I cried, putting a puzzled look on his face.
“You attacked me, didn’t you?” Tyranitar screamed, hurting my ear-drums.
“You don’t understand! When he caught me in a Pokéball, I was brainwashed. I had to do anything he requested me to do.” I was sweating by this stage. Tyranitar didn’t seem to care, and I could feel his hand clasping me, and his claw digging into my back.
“You still ruined my life!” Tyranitar was foaming at the mouth now. He was truly insane.
“I don’t like it here either. But we can help you get out!”
The monster’s grasp eased a little now.
“But we’ll need your help.” Tyranitar seemed cynical.
“What’s the plan then?”
“We break out. Then we track that trainer down and beat him to a pulp.”
Tyranitar smiled as I slipped to the ground.
“But we need to know where he was when he sent you here.” I said. Finally, we were on the same page.
“Eterna Forest. He found a shiny Breloom.”
“Sounds just like him. He finds a shiny Pokémon and forms an obsession over it.”
I grinned. We had a location, numbers and a giant powerhouse on our side. It was too good to be true.
*
It was night time and we were ready to roll. It was the moment we’d all been waiting for. We were going to escape.
I stared up at the large metal fences enclosing us.
“How are we going to do this?” Shuckle asked doubtfully.
Tyranitar said nothing, and instead ran at one of the walls, fist out. He landed a mighty punch on the metal, and watched as a small hole formed in the enclosure. We all cheered at his mammoth effort.
“Great job!” Cherrim said, cheery as always. She was hiding under her purple petals because of the lack of light.
“How are we all going to fit through there?” I said quite skeptically. “It’s the size of Shuckle!”
“I’m not done yet!” Tyranitar roared. He placed his top jaw on the bottom of the hole and dragged it down as far as he could go. The steel tore apart as he moved. He lifted his head and gave a mighty roar. He charged right out of captivity, the rest of us following.
We were free. Finally we could get our revenge. It felt great to be out.
*
We headed to the forest, breathing in the fresh, crisp air of the night. It reminded me of my days in the wild. I was loved in my family. I was special – and in a good way, too. Everyone respected me. The little ones wanted to be like me. I’m a rare kind. It was all in my skin.
We all sat down and went to sleep. We had a long –and exciting- day ahead of us.
I was rudely awoken by Shuckle hitting me in the face. I staggered up from the ground and looked at the scene around me. My friends were under attack by some outsider Pokémon. The Pokémon were being controlled by humans. I saw trucks and immediately realized what was going on. That evil “trainer” had tracked us down.
I ran straight past the enemy Pokémon and kicked one of the people square in the face, knocking him to the ground. No human was going to steal away my freedom. I’d waited too long for this.
Pokémon swarmed me. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle them. There were four of them. A Houndoom, Zangoose, Scizor and Charizard. They all looked vicious.
I jumped high into the air and smacked down into the Charizard’s belly. He roared in pain and squirmed around on the ground. I turned towards the Zangoose who was swiping his claws at my face. It stung, and I felt blood trickling down my face. But I endeavored on.
I was shocked by pain from behind me. It burnt. I did a rolling kick towards the culprit only to find the Charizard had not fallen. This was bad. I knocked him off his feet with my kick, but I could tell he’d be up soon. I decided to land a kick on Zangoose finally. The Pokémon screamed in agony as he fell to the ground. Houndoom tried to land a bite on me, but I swept him into the air with a flick of my foot. Scizor stuck its jaw-like hands out and swiped me across the side. I hurt all over.
Charizard, Zangoose and Houndoom had all risen and were stand around me intimidatingly. I had to get away. I wasn’t going back to that horrible man. I wasn’t going back to that prison of a home. I wasn’t going back to the scolding and the hate. I leaped high into the air and positioned my foot over the Charizard’s head. He laughed and stepped to the side. I would surely crash.
I would’ve crashed, if it wasn’t for the fact I was moving away from Charizard the whole time and instead towards freedom. My foot slammed into the ground and I broke into a steady run. I was going to make it. I was staying free.
I ran through the forest. It was a magnificent place, with life moving around everywhere, beautiful streams of light, and tall towering trees. But I had no time to enjoy the breath-taking scenery. Already I could hear the footsteps of the foes smashing through the forest, crushing trees and branches the same way they would crush me. I had to get them off my trail. I needed a plan.
Sweating, I spun around and saw the four Pokémon pushing through the forest. They stopped in surprise, giving me enough time to smash down a nearby tree. I watched and smiled as the vile Pokémon were crushed under the log. I slammed each of them in the face with my foot, one at a time. I kept at it until none of them were breathing.
I couldn’t comprehend what I’d just done. I’d never killed anything in my life, and yet, there, right before my eyes, laid four bodies, each covered by a log placed there by me. Each with my footprint implanted on their face.
“I feel so alive. But I shouldn’t, should I?” I thought, body trembling. “I think I’m insane!”
I slowly headed back towards the old campsite, the murders still vivid in my mind. Yet I didn’t mind. Revenge just seemed so nice after all the torture.
Finally, it sunk in.
“What have I done?” But still it wasn’t about the immortality of my act, about the poor Pokémon I had savagely killed. No. Those Pokémon were my key to get back to my trainer so I could get him back for the torture he put me through.
I shrieked and ran full-pelt back to the site. I had to catch that truck. That truck was necessary to my revenge.
I ran through to the forest clearing. Immediately, my heart sunk. Left at the scene was blood, torn-up grass and destroyed branches, and my new friend and old nemesis, Tyranitar.
“How long ago did the truck leave?” I asked desperately.
“A while ago. Where were you?” Tyranitar replied.
I was crestfallen. My chance at revenge had just driven away with all my old friends.
“Tyranitar. We have to track down that truck.” I said solemnly.
He nodded in agreement.
“We better head off now,” The powerhouse said. “Don’t let them get too far.”
You better feel lucky, trainer. I thought to myself. Next time I meet you, you won’t be so lucky. Me, and all your other slaves will be freed.
And we’ll all be keen for revenge.