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The Anti-Pokemon
1
“Bring in the hostage. Hopefully this one has some useful information on how best to kill Cynthia and destroy the humans,” called Alakazam, the leader of the anti-Pokemon.
The Anti-Pokemon was an organization of Pokemon that wanted to rid the world of humans and human-loving Pokemon. The first goal of there’s was to kill Cynthia since she had the most power over Pokemon and human relationships. With her out of the way, this area would be in chaos. Who knows what would happen without her diplomatic skills? This was just the idea the Anti-Pokemon had.
A guard, Machamp, brought in a very frightened Pikachu. “What do you want with me?” it stammered.
“Much, what do you know about Cynthia’s whereabouts. We cannot locate her,” said Alakazam.
“I’ll tell you nothing that will help you find the exact mountain range that she is hiding in and that isn’t Mt. Coronet!” Pikachu clasped his hand to his mouth. He had just revealed power information.
Alakazam smiled an evil smile. “Why thank you for that valuable information. Please tell us, where is she?” Alakazam said sweetly. He had put Pikachu under a weak form of mind control. Pikachu could attempt to fight it like he just had, but sooner or later it would come out.
“She is in Mt. Ember, speaking to Moltres about some relationship thing. Darn it!”
“Well, your use is done and we certainly cannot risk you revealing anything about this location. So, good bye.”
Pikachu was just about to say something, but before it came out his body went into a state of pain. It was like every part of him was on fire. Then, it stopped. This was the last thing Pikachu ever felt.
“Simple psy heart stopping. Now, we prepare for Mt. Ember!”
Two Machamps came into the room and removed the dead body. “Sir, don’t you think that you should strengthen yourself before going against Moltres?” asked one of the guards.
“Well, that is a great idea. Yes, hold off on going to Mt. Ember. We shall go to Valley Windworks to collect the necessary energy. Then off to Mt. Ember and Cynthia’s demise.
2
The Anti-Pokemon left in the early morning. A Jynx was at the wheel of the truck that would haul the generators back to the base. Alakazam sat back with the two Machamp and his advisors. The plan was to get their and get back so that no one saw them. “You do realize that this is very risky,” said Gardevoir to Alakazam.
“I know, but it is the step that must be taken to get rid of Cynthia. This is also a chance for some propaganda.”
“Good idea, sir,” Mr. Mime told him. Alakazam just hoped that he was right.
The truck arrived at the plant around noon. They unloaded and went inside. “Scope the place out, Machamps. Any humans bring to me at once!” said Alakazam.
“Yes sir,” said one Machamp.
“Right away, sir,” said the other.
They walked into the building, looking for anyone that could expose this to the world. “You three, go around the area and look for recruits. Any Pokemon you find that is acting strange, bring to me at once!” yelled Alakazam.
Alakazam went inside. He walked the deserted corridors, yet he felt he was being watched. In fact, he was being watched by security camera. The guard saw him right away and ran to go after him.
Alakazam heard a noise, it was footsteps! “Oh is there!” yelled the security guard. “I have Pokemon!”
Three Drifblim floated out and saw Alakazam. “Alright, you found him. Use Shadow Ball!”
The three balls of dark energy slammed into the wall by Alakazam. They had really bad aim! “Psybeam for the kill!” yelled Alakazam.
Two of them got out of the way. The third one wasn’t so lucky. The balst slammed into it and knocked it to the ground. It laid there, lifeless.
“Psychic!” yelled the guard. He just never would give up!
“Well, with such a higher IQ than most Alakazam, I can use different moves! Transform into Gastly!”
“What,” the man roared.
Alakazam floated through the wall where the Psychic hit. Then he appeared behind the man. “Transform to Cacturne!”
“What, where are ya?!” yelled the man. He cursed right as Alakazam pierced his heart with a Pin Missle. He fell to the ground, dead, just like the Drifblim.
“Now for you two, Pin Missle!”
The attack hit the Drifblim, popping them! The remains of their bodies fell to the ground. It was over. Alakazam had won. He transformed back and walked away from the dead bodies.
“Sir, we have got the generators in the truck,” said Mr. Mime. “Would you like to proceed to Mt. Ember?”
“Yes, I would, but it looks like you have a battle to fight. Teleport back with the others when done and look, here they come,” said Alakazam who got in the truck as it drove away.
Left were several Psychic Pokemon to destroy the authorities of the humans who were now sending out there Pokemon. “On my signal use Psychic.”
They came to about only 20 feet from them when Mr. Mime yelled “Now!”
The attacks sent the Pokemon and humans into the river. The humans were held under water until they drowned. The Pokemon who wanted to join them were spared, the other ones were killed. They teleported back to base.
3
The next day, the Anti-Pokemon set out to Mt. Ember to defeat Cynthia once and for all and destroy the peace between Pokemon and people. They got into their jets and took off.
All the transportation devices were stolen, of course, so they had to be careful not to be found. That is why Alakazam and the other Psychic Pokemon invented a cloaking device that would make the aircraft invisible as well as untraceable by tracking units.
“All is ready to land at the base, my lord,” Gardevoir told Alakazam.
“Why must we land at the base of the mountain? Wouldn’t it make more since to land at the top?” asked Alakazam.
“Well, the volcanic part of the mountain has been very unpredictable lately, and it seems foolish to take such chances,” he said.
“Well then, we better begin to climb. Destroy any humans in our path and try to recruit as many Pokemon as possible. The bigger the army, the better.”
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir. He ran off to tell the troops to begin the climb.
At the beginning, they ran into a group of miners who wanted the Pokemon to help mine. Alakazam and the others quickly disposed of them and continued on. They found a family of Geodude that joined and had to throw a family of Slugma off the mountain because they attempted to resist the propaganda. By midday, they had made it to a cave right below the peak.
“Today, we rest and at nightfall, we scale to the top to confront her!” shouted Alakazam to his army.
They roared with pleasure. The army then proceeded to rest and eat before nightfall. Alakazam and his elite sat down to discuss how to best fight.
“We need to attack from all four sides so that they are forced into the center,” said Dusknoir.
“I like that idea, but what about her Pokemon. They are extremely powerful. We should start with a ranged attack then proceed with a full on strike. We also need to kill Moltres,” said Gallade.
“Look, I’ll take on Moltres if you have the rest,” said Alakazam.
“Alright, we will also get our aerial units together for an air attack,” said Gardevoir.
“Yes, and we should also keep some back to come if we need the extra help. There will be many losses on our side and on Cynthia’s side,” said Mr. Mime.
“Alright, it is agreed. Nightfall is here. We better move,” Alakazam told them.
4
They scaled the mountain to the top and took their separate directions. Below them lied the camp. The only light they had was from the full moon for they dare didn’t light a torch in fear of being seen.
Through the moonlit skies flew the aerial force, like a Murkrow flying silently through the night, looking for prey. Salamence and Dragonite as well as Flygon and Staraptor. On their backs set several ranged units, waiting for the orders to fire onto the campsite below.
The troops got into position on the sides of the camp. Alakazam sent a spy, Slugma, because they were native to this area and wouldn’t look unusual to any one. He went around the campsite and peeked into tents to see if there was anything strange that should be reported. All of a sudden, Slugma heard a noise. Through the dead glass came an alarm.
He ran all the way back up to Alakazam right as Cynthia and her followers attacked. “You idiot!” screeched Alakazam. “You are DEAD!”
Slugma went still and dropped dead. “Attack! We mustn’t lose this battle. Leave Cynthia for me!” he shouted.
“You will not have to wait on that request.” Alakazam turned around to find himself face to face with Cynthia. “You will lose and the treaty will be carried out. The Anti-Pokemon will be no more.”
“You are wrong. Psybeam!”
“Go, Garchomp!”
In a blast of light, Garchomp came out of its Pokeball and turned to Alakazam. It took the hit from the Psybeam attack. It fell over, but got back up quickly. “Dragon Rush, show him what true power is!” yelled Cynthia.
Alakazam dodged with ease and shot Garchomp with Psychic. It flew into a rock and laid there, out cold. Cynthia ran over, but didn’t see Alakazam trap. He shot a blast of energy at her. She fell next to Garchomp. He sent them hurling off the mountain, to their dooms.
He shouted over all the battling, “Cynthia has fallen. We are victorious, you have failed!”
It was true; the Anti-Pokemon had one the battle. Cynthia was dead, Moltres injured, and many followers laying on the ground, dead. This was only the beginning of a great war, and only one side would win and decide the fate of the world…
