"Abra, are you alright?"
Julia frantically checked her Abra for any bruises from the fall. The Abra was still fast asleep, but it looked worried. It was sensing the heat of the desert that they had landed in, and the wreckage of the front of the ship. The Abra was recreating the scene in its head. The sun was blistering hot, and a few other people were sprawled out, either exhausted or knocked out. Pieces of twisted metal dotted the sand, and bags, suitcases, and other belongings. About twelve feet from the ship was a Pokéball.
“ Use Calm Mind. Everything is ok.”
Abra obeyed, and its face relaxed a bit. Abra levitated itself on top of Julia’s head.
“But I really have no idea where we are. Dach said that when we got to the hideout, he’d be there.”
Abra sighed, and started to glow. Julia started to glow as well. She closed her eyes. visions of the desert poured into her mind as the vision led her over dunes, rows of seemingly endless dunes. Finally, in the middle of the desert was a huge, grimy building, with waste pouring out into a huge lake of toxic waste.
“So it’s about ten miles away,” Julia said. “Let’s make our way.”
…
Champ struggled to get up from the hot deck. His clothes were covered in sand. The top of the ship, the deck, was not damaged at all.
His bones ached, and bruises covered his body. His face was chaffing from the sand, and the heat was giving him a headache.
“Where am I? And where’s everyone else?”
Champ braced himself against the bent railing as he struggled to stand. He could only walk at a slow pace. He slowly made his way to the corridors, the heat beating on him, making him thirsty. His bag sagged on his shoulders and down to his legs, dragging him. It resisted his efforts, and made the job much more difficult. Sand blew in his eyes. He finally dropped his bag and started to walk better toward the door.
The corridors were untouched, with only plants knocked over, and a few tables. Champ managed to get to his room, where there was a note on the door. Champ uncrumpled it and read.
“Champ,
We went to Phenac City looking for help. We couldn’t find you in the sandstorm. We’ll send people to help out the survivors. Please be careful with Treecko!
We took Machop and our bags. Leave the suitcases and wait for us on the ship. Sorry we couldn’t wait for you, we wanted to find help. Please come to Phenac if you must. But try to stay cool, and check the refridgerater for drinks.
Mom and Dad”
Champ pushed the door open and walked through the cabin to the fridge. He took all of the bottled water he could carry, and headed back to the deck.
There was nothing to do. He had to find Treecko. He couldn’t just leave it there, wherever it was. Treecko liked the fresh, now hot, air and wide open space. Not being a red ball of energy trapped in a tiny ball. Now was the time to actually forget what had been going on lately. Now was the time to find Treecko.
…
Meanwhile... with Dach...
"Boss, boss," called the scientist in the lab coat. He stood in the doorway, gazing in awe as he watched Dach actually sleep. He had never seen him as calm and peaceful as he was now. He even looked relieved of stress. How could this have happened? "Wake up. There's something important you need to know."
"Huh? Oh, it's you."
That's it? "Oh it's you"? Not "GET OUT NOW"? What's wrong with the boss? It seems that he is starting to become normal, as if...
The scientist stopped thinking and tried to take advantage of Dach's good mood, seeing that he might not have another outburst like he did a few hours ago. He cleared his throat and stepped closer to Dach, who was still half asleep. He didn't seem to care.
"So, what's the latest on the ship?" Dach asked. He was smiling. Smiling. Not an evil smile, but just a casual smile. He hadn’t smiled like that in months, probably years. Twenty years. It had been so long that his smile looked lopsided. But the smile faded, and his usual dull face overrode it. For those two seconds, he looked almost happy, pleased even. The scientist knew that it had nothing to do with anyone here, he wasn’t smiling at anyone. He must have been having a dream that was making him happy, but now he realized that he wasn’t there anymore.
"Well, the ship arrived in Hoenn," the scientist started, hoping that his boss would stay calm. "However, Lugia broke out of its Anger mode and dropped the ship in the desert. We don't think that any people are still on the ship; most of them evacuated, or were tossed into the water. The Pokémon stash should still be locked up in storage though."
The scientist closed his eyes, waiting for an explosion. But it didn’t come. Miraculously, Dach didn’t yell, or throw things. He just calmly asked,
"What about Lugia?"
The scientist was enjoying being able to have a conversation without outbursts. He continued.
"Well, our Anger Releaser ray wasn’t strong enough to keep Lugia under control for enough time to make operations. So we are perfecting it, and Lugia is in the containment chamber. It really wants to get out."
"Ok, so now you should go work on that Releaser Ray. Notify the grunts to go and ship those Pokémon back to the hideout." Dach ordered calmly. With a dismissing wave of Dach's hand, the scientist left.
Things were going by plan. Dach smiled.
The "evil villian" started walking through the dark and grimy hallway, across from his room. At full height, he was about six feet tall. His boots splashed the water as he walked.
I wonder when this place will actually start looking like something? Dach thought, brushing off some grime from his shirt. He passed many other rooms, with either researchers or field members inside. He thought about all of the control he had over them. All of his power. Had it been in vain? An overreaction? Had he bit off more than he could chew with capturing Lugia? Forcing the poor creature to fight against what it protected? Shouldn't he have just quit after he had started his raging attack? But no, the power manipulated him, instead of him manipulating the power. Dach was a monster, now misunderstood. He remembered the saying, "it takes an extremely long time to build up a reputation, but to destroy it, it could take a minute", and knew it was coming true. That second when the bullies pushed him down the mountain. When he had met Snorunt. He found that he was good at building a team, and a reputation. But he also found that when you turn down the evil path, even for a little while, it is nearly impossible to turn back. Not on his own, anyway.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
What a year
Its already 2008, and 2007 was a huge year. Vacations, friends, huge Christmas gifts, everything. I've been to many new places such as Punta Cana and others, and hung out with my friend E-man. I have to go back to school soon on the 3rd, and I'm kinda annoyed because most other people go back to school on the 7th. I will publish more chapters on my fanfic, also maybe a new fanfic. Comics are kinds out of the question at the time being, but I'll keep trying.
Chapter 3: The Night Worsens
Two black helicopters wove through the night sky over the seemingly endless ocean, little red circles of light leading the way in front of them, sweeping the ocean surface. The red headlights guided the helicopters as their altitude started to decline. The helicopters split the air in two as they started to pick up speed, hurrying towards their destination. The helicopters suddenly were cut off from all moonlight as a huge shadow lumbered over them, flying at about the same pace.
Inside the helicopter, a man looked into his cameras on the dashboard. The jumble of wires, switches, and buttons that were the controls seemed easy to manage to the pilot. He knew which switch did which operation. He smiled as he picked up his radio.
“It’s here, Kim. It seems to be getting out of our control.”
“Should I send another wave?” the other line answered. The pilot looked at a radar screen depicting the monster. He studied the bird-like monster, with its long, semi-thin wings and its strong legs. Its neck extended to reveal a small head, with a purple mask.
“You may fire when ready.” replied the man, smiling. The helicopter parallel to his pulled up, swooping upwards at a ninety degree angle, and flew up on top of the flying monster. The woman grabbed a joystick and opened a lock-on target screen. The system locked on, a red box on the monster’s head. The woman referred to as “Kim” pushed a button on the joystick, and the helicopter’s front popped open, revealing a laser-like turret. The turret shot out a wave of red energy, striking the creature in the head.
It roared as the waves seeped into its brain, and its eyes went red, glowing. It roared and flew side to side, out of control. It flew down towards the ocean, spiraling out of control. The monster was dive-bombing into the ocean! It closed its eyes, waiting for impact. Suddenly, it regained control of itself, and its eyes opened. It curved upwards, and flew up, creating huge waves. The monster was flying right in front of the helicopters.
About a mile ahead of the helicopters and monster, the ship kept pushing forward, slicing through the ocean waves as if they were made of softened butter. The smoke billowed into the air. The monster went straight for it. It opened its mouth and a huge ball of purple energy formed inside. It jerked its head back, ready to shoot out the attack.
Champ looked sadly at the Pokéball holding Treecko inside. He started to think suspiciously as he looked out at the ocean, blackish blue in the night. He couldn’t stay in the room anymore.
“What was going on? Treecko had been acting strangely lately,” he thought. “Could it be the fact that it was leaving home? Could it be nervous about Orre? Why has my true friend gone aggressive?”
Champ was near tears. A Treecko, who once sucked poison out of his system, now was not listening to him. It had even attacked Machop for no reason! Even when they’re in a “fight”, they never actually fought. It had been a rough day for him- losing to an Abra, and then having Treecko go aggressive.
Champ sat down on a bench and tried to fight the tears. Soon it turned to anger. Who is responsible for this?! Why would someone do such a thing?! It wasn’t the leaving home that made Treecko angry! It had to be someone’s doing!
Champ clenched his fists. He would find out who was behind this, and he would make them pay. They would pay the price. But still, inside he knew somehow that it wasn’t true, but he fought it off.
The monster jerked its head forward, releasing a beam of purple energy toward the boat. The attack lit up the night sky and the beam was heading straight toward the boat. Miraculously, the attack missed and blasted the water, causing a huge spray of seawater to soak the deck of the boat. The explosion rocked the boat, but didn’t do any further damage.
Soaked. Just great. Just perfect. What a night! Can it get any worse?! Champ stared at the source of the attacker. The monster roared, and headed straight for him. Champ shuddered at the size of the monster. It roared again as it charged another beam attack, the light reflecting in Champ’s glasses. Champ made a run toward the nearest entrance to the corridors. The Pokeball containing Treecko slipped off of his belt and started rolling toward the side of the boat. Treecko was lost!
Champ stared down at the tiny Pokeball floating in the waves. He had lost his Treecko. His only friend. Gone. Champ knew something bad would happen. He just didn’t expect something this bad.
The monster shot out another beam and a brilliant blast of light blinded Champ. The boat was hit, and a deafening “BOOM” nearly knocked Champ over. The side of the boat exploded and purple light spread everywhere. Screams of people trying to run away died out in the darkness of the sea as they were helplessly flung into the ocean. Pieces of debris flew onto the deck, damaging the floor. Champ dodged a twisted piece of metal and avoided another sharp piece of glass. He ran toward the deck to find that Treecko was gone.
No. No. NO! This is all wrong. All wrong. Why? Why did Pokéballs have to sink? Why couldn’t they float? Stupid monster. Stupid Orre. Stupid Gateon Port. Stupid Coliseum. Agh! Why is this happening? Why am I being torn apart, chunks at a time?
Another blast of light. Another deafening blast. Another crowd of screams. Another lurching of the boat. Now sinking. Champ didn’t care anymore. He had nothing now, his only friend gone. Nothing to live for. He couldn’t be a trainer without a Pokemon. He couldn’t own a Pokemon that wasn’t this particular Treecko. He didn’t like any other Pokemon. Not the Abra, not the Machop, not even the Houndour in his book. He could become a scientist, but he had promised that he wouldn’t get anything accomplished without his Treecko.
This time, the boat was suspended. It wasn’t moving. The boat was glowing purple.
“Wah!” Champ yelled, falling down next to the edge of the boat. The boat rising up was enough to send more things toppling.
The wave! It was carrying Treecko’s Pokeball in it! Maybe it could float! The wave was suspended too. The Pokeball lifted out of the wave and stood still, suspended mere inches from Champ’s grasp. The ship rose further, as the now glowing purple monster carried it with its telekinetic power. The monster was a Psychic! Champ thought as he looked at the monster. Lugia.
The whole ship started moving. Fast. If he could just reach the Pokeball…
WHAM!
Inside the helicopter, a man looked into his cameras on the dashboard. The jumble of wires, switches, and buttons that were the controls seemed easy to manage to the pilot. He knew which switch did which operation. He smiled as he picked up his radio.
“It’s here, Kim. It seems to be getting out of our control.”
“Should I send another wave?” the other line answered. The pilot looked at a radar screen depicting the monster. He studied the bird-like monster, with its long, semi-thin wings and its strong legs. Its neck extended to reveal a small head, with a purple mask.
“You may fire when ready.” replied the man, smiling. The helicopter parallel to his pulled up, swooping upwards at a ninety degree angle, and flew up on top of the flying monster. The woman grabbed a joystick and opened a lock-on target screen. The system locked on, a red box on the monster’s head. The woman referred to as “Kim” pushed a button on the joystick, and the helicopter’s front popped open, revealing a laser-like turret. The turret shot out a wave of red energy, striking the creature in the head.
It roared as the waves seeped into its brain, and its eyes went red, glowing. It roared and flew side to side, out of control. It flew down towards the ocean, spiraling out of control. The monster was dive-bombing into the ocean! It closed its eyes, waiting for impact. Suddenly, it regained control of itself, and its eyes opened. It curved upwards, and flew up, creating huge waves. The monster was flying right in front of the helicopters.
About a mile ahead of the helicopters and monster, the ship kept pushing forward, slicing through the ocean waves as if they were made of softened butter. The smoke billowed into the air. The monster went straight for it. It opened its mouth and a huge ball of purple energy formed inside. It jerked its head back, ready to shoot out the attack.
Champ looked sadly at the Pokéball holding Treecko inside. He started to think suspiciously as he looked out at the ocean, blackish blue in the night. He couldn’t stay in the room anymore.
“What was going on? Treecko had been acting strangely lately,” he thought. “Could it be the fact that it was leaving home? Could it be nervous about Orre? Why has my true friend gone aggressive?”
Champ was near tears. A Treecko, who once sucked poison out of his system, now was not listening to him. It had even attacked Machop for no reason! Even when they’re in a “fight”, they never actually fought. It had been a rough day for him- losing to an Abra, and then having Treecko go aggressive.
Champ sat down on a bench and tried to fight the tears. Soon it turned to anger. Who is responsible for this?! Why would someone do such a thing?! It wasn’t the leaving home that made Treecko angry! It had to be someone’s doing!
Champ clenched his fists. He would find out who was behind this, and he would make them pay. They would pay the price. But still, inside he knew somehow that it wasn’t true, but he fought it off.
The monster jerked its head forward, releasing a beam of purple energy toward the boat. The attack lit up the night sky and the beam was heading straight toward the boat. Miraculously, the attack missed and blasted the water, causing a huge spray of seawater to soak the deck of the boat. The explosion rocked the boat, but didn’t do any further damage.
Soaked. Just great. Just perfect. What a night! Can it get any worse?! Champ stared at the source of the attacker. The monster roared, and headed straight for him. Champ shuddered at the size of the monster. It roared again as it charged another beam attack, the light reflecting in Champ’s glasses. Champ made a run toward the nearest entrance to the corridors. The Pokeball containing Treecko slipped off of his belt and started rolling toward the side of the boat. Treecko was lost!
Champ stared down at the tiny Pokeball floating in the waves. He had lost his Treecko. His only friend. Gone. Champ knew something bad would happen. He just didn’t expect something this bad.
The monster shot out another beam and a brilliant blast of light blinded Champ. The boat was hit, and a deafening “BOOM” nearly knocked Champ over. The side of the boat exploded and purple light spread everywhere. Screams of people trying to run away died out in the darkness of the sea as they were helplessly flung into the ocean. Pieces of debris flew onto the deck, damaging the floor. Champ dodged a twisted piece of metal and avoided another sharp piece of glass. He ran toward the deck to find that Treecko was gone.
No. No. NO! This is all wrong. All wrong. Why? Why did Pokéballs have to sink? Why couldn’t they float? Stupid monster. Stupid Orre. Stupid Gateon Port. Stupid Coliseum. Agh! Why is this happening? Why am I being torn apart, chunks at a time?
Another blast of light. Another deafening blast. Another crowd of screams. Another lurching of the boat. Now sinking. Champ didn’t care anymore. He had nothing now, his only friend gone. Nothing to live for. He couldn’t be a trainer without a Pokemon. He couldn’t own a Pokemon that wasn’t this particular Treecko. He didn’t like any other Pokemon. Not the Abra, not the Machop, not even the Houndour in his book. He could become a scientist, but he had promised that he wouldn’t get anything accomplished without his Treecko.
This time, the boat was suspended. It wasn’t moving. The boat was glowing purple.
“Wah!” Champ yelled, falling down next to the edge of the boat. The boat rising up was enough to send more things toppling.
The wave! It was carrying Treecko’s Pokeball in it! Maybe it could float! The wave was suspended too. The Pokeball lifted out of the wave and stood still, suspended mere inches from Champ’s grasp. The ship rose further, as the now glowing purple monster carried it with its telekinetic power. The monster was a Psychic! Champ thought as he looked at the monster. Lugia.
The whole ship started moving. Fast. If he could just reach the Pokeball…
WHAM!
Friday, December 28, 2007
Chapter 2: Anger
“Tree…” Treecko murmured in its sleep. It was sound asleep. This was the most special Treecko in the world to Champ. Its nap on Champ’s shoulder was doing it some good, after today’s rush to pack things, and get the luggage onto the ship, and everything. Champ and Treecko had been so tired, that they hadn't even gone to their own room yet. Nevertheless, Champ couldn't sleep. He was too excited about tomorrow. he would arrive at Gateon Port, his new home. He would have a house about two blocks from the beach. He would be able to train with Treecko against the waves, or against other trainers. Treecko seemed happy about that. Treecko loved to train. It usually won battles. Usually it would whack its opponent, using Iron Tail.
Champ’s dad, a special move tutor, had taught Treecko how to use Bullet Seed and Iron Tail. He also taught his own Machamp how to use Double Kick and even Fire Punch. He had taught many moves to Pokémon, and he was one of the best and most skilled tutors in the area. He had been the Dewford Island Gym Leader for some time, but the rest of the family lived in Littleroot. They had always lived in Littleroot, because Champ’s dad thought that they wouldn’t get used to the trendy style and the constant noise from surfing contests.
The top surfer was a man named Brawly. This guy was the best surfer, and one of the best trainers around. When Champ visited the island, he always challenged Brawly. Champ and Treecko couldn't even come close to beating his Machop, who always rolled with the punches. It just absorbed the impact from Treecko’s attacks and rolled the momentum into the ground, while it suffered minimum damage. Then, it would attack Treecko with one of its Fighting type moves. Treecko didn’t even stand a chance against its Cross Chop. Now, Champ would never be able to win.
Champ turned around, stopping his stargazing session. He started to walk across the deck, studying the Pokémon and their trainers. Many trainers were on the ship to Orre. Probably after the Team Shadow invasion that left most of Northern Hoenn poor. Team Shadow was an evil organization that wanted to freeze Hoenn and block out the sun, leaving the whole world poor. They would sweep in and take over. Team Shadow used Articuno to help them. Soon, a team of great Pokémon trainers, Brendan, Steven, Wallace, E-man, Roxanne, Brawly, Wattson, Flannery, Winona, Tate and Liza and more, helped stop them. It was sad to see that even after the chaos had stopped, many people wouldn’t let it go. They couldn't stay.
One kid caught Champ’s eye. She was a small kid, about five inches shorter than Champ, and had brown hair, semi-long, and she was sitting and stargazing just like Champ had done. A little yellow Pokémon with brown stripes and a big head was sleeping in her arms. It had a short pointy tail, and its torso was all brown. Champ automatically knew that it was an Abra.
“Abra can launch attacks and teleport while it’s asleep,” Champ thought. “This’ll make for a great opponent.”
“Tree…” Treecko could always sense when another Pokémon was around. It’s sixth sense for battling was useful sometimes. Treecko immediately woke up from its nap, and hopped down in front of Champ. Its tail perked up, ready for battle. The girl turned around. Her Abra yawned sleepily and buried its head into her arms.
“That’s a nice looking Abra,” Champ complemented, seeing how healthy the Abra looked.
“Same goes for your Treecko,” she replied, arousing Abra from its slumber, obviously knowing what must come next. Her voice sounded conforting to Champ. “As soon as it heard my Abra breathing, it jumped up.”
“Well, that’s my Treecko for you, always looking for a battle.”
“Well, while we’re here, would you mind helping my Abra evolve? It has been looking for a fight for ages.”
Champ smiled. He knew it. Champ loved to battle as much as Treecko did, and he always wanted to prove others wrong about “Treecko being better than Grovyle”. Treecko smiled smugly, and walked up closer to the girl.
“Yes, I accept your challenge,” Champ said. “By the way my name’s Champ. What’s yours?”
“My name is Julia.”
“Ok, Treecko, you ready to battle?” Champ asked Treecko. Treecko nodded sleepily, annoyed that every time it was going to be in a battle, it had to be asked if it was ready.
“Ok, Abra, let’s show these guys how tough we are!” Julia called, putting the sleeping Abra down. Abra snored lightly.
Treecko looked at it in disbelief. It had never attacked a defenseless, sleeping opponent before. Treecko turned around to face Champ. It shrugged, asking,
“Tree?”
Champ looked at Treecko assuredly.
“Oh, it can fight while asleep. So be alert.” Champ warned Treecko, as Julia decided to make a move.
“Abra, use Calm Mind.” She ordered. Abra’s sleeping face turned more relaxed, as it cleared its mind, calming itself. It glowed blue.
“Treecko, it’s making itself more powerful by calming itself. Use Pound.” Champ said calmly. Treecko got on all fours and charged toward Abra, who was still using Calm Mind. Treecko took a flying leap into the air, and was about to land on Abra. Treecko lashed out its tail, about to make impact with Abra. Julia wasn’t even responding, until when Treecko was mere inches away from a direct hit.
“yes!” Champ muttered happily.
“Use Psychic now!” she yelled suddenly, pointing at Treecko.
Abra glowed blue again, this time sending a bluish beam of psychic energy towards Treecko. The beam hit its mark, and Treecko was hit hard. Treecko started to glow blue, and Abra took over Treecko’s body. Abra threw Treecko onto the cold deck hard, and Treecko let out a yelp of pain. Abra, still using Psychic power, slammed Treecko onto the deck over and over again. Treecko had no control over its body. Abra’s face remained emotionless, for it was still asleep, and the Calm Mind was calming it down. Treecko yelled out once more as Abra released its psychic grip on it, and Treecko crashed down to the ground with a thud. Treecko staggered to get up. Once it got up, the look on its face was the most anger Julia or Champ had ever seen a Treecko show. It was frowning so badly, that it could barely see. Its teeth were in a snarl, and it had its fists clenched, ready to battle for real now.
“Try Quick Attack!” Champ called out, trying to use Treecko’s anger to his own advantage. Treecko saw red, and charged at Abra again, as ferocious as a wild Tauros, and as fast as a Rapidash. This time, when Julia shouted out for Abra to use Psychic, Treecko was already too close. Treecko lowered its shoulder and…
WHAM!
Abra was sent tumbling backwards from the blow, flipping over backwards from the impact. The attack left a mark on Abra’s right cheek, where Treecko had hit it. Treecko jumped up again, ready to perform an Iron Tail attack.
“Abra, no,” Julia yelled. “Use Protect!”
Treecko’s tail glowed white, as it is hardened to the consistency of iron. Treecko slammed its tail down, but Abra acted first. Abra, using blue psychic power, created a yellowish- orange colored shield forming a dome around it. It was going to block Treecko’s Iron Tail!
Treecko’s iron-hard tail slammed into the shield, and didn’t have any effect. Treecko immediately lost balance, and fell backwards, crashing onto its back hard.
Treecko began to twitch from anger. Its face started to blush red, and it got up. Abra released its shield… just in time for it to be whacked in the face by Treecko’s Iron Tail. Abra flew back, covering its face, and landed about a foot away from Julia’s feet. Abra struggled to get up from the blow. As Julia encouraged her Abra, with a pep talk about how much they had worked on their battling skills, and how much hard work they had put into training, Champ studied her strange clothing.
Her pants were black, with purple flames from the knee down. Her T-shirt, which had a big purple “S” on it, had the same design. The flames only reached the “S”, which was a couple inches below her neck. She was wearing black purple flamed gloves, to match. She looked almost gothic, but most gothic people had Dark or Ghost type Pokémon, or didn’t even like Pokémon at all. There was no make-up on her face, nor anything on her hair. Champ would have to ask about the strange uniform-like clothing.
Abra slowly got up, drops of sweat on its face, but nevertheless sleeping. Abra glowed blue, and started to float into midair. It crossed its legs and put its short arms onto its knees. It was using Calm Mind again. Once again, Abra’s expression relaxed, and it sighed in relief. Treecko growled, gritting its teeth.
“Enjoy your peace now,” it thought, waiting for it to make a move. “But I wont be the one losing this.”
Abra took a deep breath and exhaled. Champ waited impatiently. Now was his chance. Treecko stared at him, pressuring him to make his move. Champ saw Treecko’s anxiety and decided not to keep it waiting.
“Ok, now use Pound!” Champ shouted, hoping that Abra was not going to counter it. Treecko charged toward Abra, but Julia once again gave no response. Bad sign. Once Treecko had jumped in the air, Abra looked ready. Definitely a bad sign.
“Now Abra,” Julia said confidently, with a smug smile on her face. “ Use Confusion!”
Champ had never had seen the attack been used on Treecko before. Treecko didn’t know what happened when some Pokémon used Confusion on it.
Abra concentrated, breaking its peace of mind, and shot out another blue beam from its brain towards Treecko. Abra’s forehead tensed, as it attacked. The blue beam hit Treecko right into its head, and the blue psychic energy seeped into its brain as Abra lifted it up into the air. Treecko lost all of its concentration, and missed the Pound attack. Abra pushed Treecko back with the Confusion attack. Treecko’s brain began to slip into a chaotic mess of confusion and distress. Treecko clutched its head, as the effects of Confusion gave it a massive headache. Treecko became confused about everything, and began to wobble around. Champ panicked quietly, trying to figure out what to do. Obviously, Treecko was too unfocused on the battle, and was unable to attack.
“Hang in there, Treecko! Try Bullet Seed!”
Treecko tried to recognize the voice, but it had no idea who was ordering it to use some attack called “Bullet Seed”. Treecko wobbled even more, and soon fell over, crashing hard to the floor. Treecko was hopelessly defeated. Champ knew that it was over. Confusion attack was nothing to mess with. Treecko couldn't handle it, especially after it being so enraged that it couldn't even focus. Treecko had lost. Champ hadn't experienced that many losses, but he kept himself under control.
“Wow, we got destroyed,” he thought sadly. “But how did that Abra get so strong?”
“Good battle, Champ,” Julia congratulated, bending down and picking up Abra. “You were great too, Abra.”
“How did your Abra get so strong?” Champ asked, looking down at the damage that Abra had done to Treecko, who was twitching on the floor.
“My Abra? Well, when we lived in Mossdeep City, Psychic Pokémon were popular. I had always admired Abra, and when I got one for my ninth birthday, I was so happy. Abra and I trained and fought other people, and we got stronger. Abra decided it didn’t want to evolve, so I didn’t force it to evolve.” Julia explained, stroking Abra’s head.
“Well, pretty much the same thing happened to me, except I found my Treecko.” Champ explained, picking up Treecko. Treecko sighed, and took a nap to rest. Champ reached for his bag and took out Potion. He sprayed some onto the gash on Treecko’s leg from the fall. Treecko winced, as the spray stung. Champ took out some medical tape and wrapped it on Treecko’s leg. Champ grabbed a Persim berry, to heal Treecko’s confusion.
“Who is this kid who’s taking care of me?” Treecko asked itself, taking a bite of the dry berry. Suddenly, after swallowing, Treecko remembered who it was, and who was helping it. It glanced over at its opponent and frowned. It had lost.
The bad headache struck again, and Treecko winced as it could feel its own heartbeat in its head.
“Looks like you know how to take care of your Pokémon,” Julia said. “It’s useful when you’re in the desert, without a town for miles. But when you’re in the east, there's usually a Pokémon Center around.”
“I’ll take care of my own Pokémon,” Champ replied. “Unless it’s serious.”
“Treecko.” Treecko complained, tugging on Champ’s sleeves.
“Well, I better be going now,” Julia said, looking around the deck. “ They want everyone inside when it gets late. You should be on your way too.”
“Ok, I guess,” Champ answered, packing up his bag and slinging it across his shoulder. “Bye, I hope we get a rematch soon.”
Julia walked off, heading towards the door leading into the cabins. Champ walked off in the opposite direction, looking toward the stars. He remembered how uncountable they were, and decided that he had had enough stargazing for now.
Champ opened a large door, straight in the middle of the deck, leading to a huge cabin hall. The two smokestacks loomed over him. Once he was in, he remembered how unorganized it was. Hallways leading every which way stretched out all around him. He remembered his room number- 1029. He headed down the diagonal hall to the left of him, holding Treecko tight. He looked around. 1001, 1003, 1005, were the numbers on the right side. On the left were 1000, 1002, 1004, 1006. He kept going, looking to the right side. Here it was- 1029! Champ took out his room key and slid it across a slot. The door beeped, and automatically opened. Champ’s mom was waiting for him on the other side. She was two inches taller than he was, and her brownish-black hair was fashioned into a ball with a hair clip. She was a bit stocky, like Champ, and had short legs. She looked concerned.
“Champ, what happened to Treecko?” she asked, taking notice of Treecko’s small cuts all over its body and the medical tape on its leg.
“We battled another trainer,” Champ said sadly. “And her Abra beat up Treecko. We didn’t stand a chance.”
“Oh. Well, you better wash up Treecko so it can get some rest.”
“ Ok Mom.”
Champ hopped into the cabin’s bathroom, and turned on the sink. He put Treecko into the sink as it filled with water. The sink was big enough to fit Treecko in, and Champ scrubbed Treecko, careful not to hurt it. Treecko seemed to enjoy the bath, and it playfully splashed Champ. Champ splashed back, and Treecko jumped out of the sink. Champ laughed, and chased Treecko with the towel. Treecko violently shook the water off of itself, and began to dash on all fours around the cabin. It wasn’t watching where it was going, and ran right into another Pokémon.
The Pokémon was small, about Treecko’s size, and it was blue and extremely muscular. It looked like a small, blue, muscular baby. It had two half-moon shaped beige horns, jutting out of its head. The horns were flat side down, and they faced forward. It had a small, cone shaped tail, pointy side-out.
The Pokémon was not too pleased with Treecko running into it. It clenched its fists and frowned.
“Treecko, tree.” Treecko apologized. “Sorry, sorry.” Treecko put its hands in front of it, as if to say, “Don't hurt me please!”.
“Machop! Ma-Machop!” the Pokémon yelled. “ I’m tired of you playing around!”
“Treecko, tree Treecko! Tree Treecko Tree.” Treecko argued. “I should be allowed to play around a bit- after that beating I took. But you just sit there and do nothing, you lazy bundle of muscle.”
Machop held a fist up to Treecko’s face.
“Machop!” Machop threatened. “You wanna fight?”
“Treecko!” Treecko yelled, tackling Machop. “AARRRGH!”
Treecko slapped Machop hard. Machop quickly took the flow of the battle and started to bang Treecko against Champ’s bed. Champ was brushing his teeth, and he heard the noise. Champ came out.
“Hey, stop fighting you two!” he said, but it sounded more like “Eh, op ighteeng ooh ooh!”
Treecko whacked Machop hard, and Machop threw Treecko onto the ground.
“’Om, ‘ell ‘em ooh ‘op ‘ighteeng ‘ease!” Champ yelled, pointing to the fight between Treecko and Machop. Treecko was getting hurt, but Machop was weakening. Champ’s mom didn’t listen. She had no idea what he was saying.
“Eeko, eeurn!” Champ called angrily, grabbing his bag. He took out a Pokéball.
It was a sphere, red on the top, and white on the bottom. A black line divided the sections. In the middle of the Pokéball there was a gray circular button. Champ pressed the button and it glowed red. A red beam of energy shot from the button and traveled right toward Treecko. The beam hit Treecko, and Treecko turned completely into a red, transparent energy figure, then beamed back into the Pokéball.
Champ looked sadly at the Pokéball containing Treecko. This was the first time he had had to put Treecko into the Pokéball because of it misbehaving.
Champ’s dad, a special move tutor, had taught Treecko how to use Bullet Seed and Iron Tail. He also taught his own Machamp how to use Double Kick and even Fire Punch. He had taught many moves to Pokémon, and he was one of the best and most skilled tutors in the area. He had been the Dewford Island Gym Leader for some time, but the rest of the family lived in Littleroot. They had always lived in Littleroot, because Champ’s dad thought that they wouldn’t get used to the trendy style and the constant noise from surfing contests.
The top surfer was a man named Brawly. This guy was the best surfer, and one of the best trainers around. When Champ visited the island, he always challenged Brawly. Champ and Treecko couldn't even come close to beating his Machop, who always rolled with the punches. It just absorbed the impact from Treecko’s attacks and rolled the momentum into the ground, while it suffered minimum damage. Then, it would attack Treecko with one of its Fighting type moves. Treecko didn’t even stand a chance against its Cross Chop. Now, Champ would never be able to win.
Champ turned around, stopping his stargazing session. He started to walk across the deck, studying the Pokémon and their trainers. Many trainers were on the ship to Orre. Probably after the Team Shadow invasion that left most of Northern Hoenn poor. Team Shadow was an evil organization that wanted to freeze Hoenn and block out the sun, leaving the whole world poor. They would sweep in and take over. Team Shadow used Articuno to help them. Soon, a team of great Pokémon trainers, Brendan, Steven, Wallace, E-man, Roxanne, Brawly, Wattson, Flannery, Winona, Tate and Liza and more, helped stop them. It was sad to see that even after the chaos had stopped, many people wouldn’t let it go. They couldn't stay.
One kid caught Champ’s eye. She was a small kid, about five inches shorter than Champ, and had brown hair, semi-long, and she was sitting and stargazing just like Champ had done. A little yellow Pokémon with brown stripes and a big head was sleeping in her arms. It had a short pointy tail, and its torso was all brown. Champ automatically knew that it was an Abra.
“Abra can launch attacks and teleport while it’s asleep,” Champ thought. “This’ll make for a great opponent.”
“Tree…” Treecko could always sense when another Pokémon was around. It’s sixth sense for battling was useful sometimes. Treecko immediately woke up from its nap, and hopped down in front of Champ. Its tail perked up, ready for battle. The girl turned around. Her Abra yawned sleepily and buried its head into her arms.
“That’s a nice looking Abra,” Champ complemented, seeing how healthy the Abra looked.
“Same goes for your Treecko,” she replied, arousing Abra from its slumber, obviously knowing what must come next. Her voice sounded conforting to Champ. “As soon as it heard my Abra breathing, it jumped up.”
“Well, that’s my Treecko for you, always looking for a battle.”
“Well, while we’re here, would you mind helping my Abra evolve? It has been looking for a fight for ages.”
Champ smiled. He knew it. Champ loved to battle as much as Treecko did, and he always wanted to prove others wrong about “Treecko being better than Grovyle”. Treecko smiled smugly, and walked up closer to the girl.
“Yes, I accept your challenge,” Champ said. “By the way my name’s Champ. What’s yours?”
“My name is Julia.”
“Ok, Treecko, you ready to battle?” Champ asked Treecko. Treecko nodded sleepily, annoyed that every time it was going to be in a battle, it had to be asked if it was ready.
“Ok, Abra, let’s show these guys how tough we are!” Julia called, putting the sleeping Abra down. Abra snored lightly.
Treecko looked at it in disbelief. It had never attacked a defenseless, sleeping opponent before. Treecko turned around to face Champ. It shrugged, asking,
“Tree?”
Champ looked at Treecko assuredly.
“Oh, it can fight while asleep. So be alert.” Champ warned Treecko, as Julia decided to make a move.
“Abra, use Calm Mind.” She ordered. Abra’s sleeping face turned more relaxed, as it cleared its mind, calming itself. It glowed blue.
“Treecko, it’s making itself more powerful by calming itself. Use Pound.” Champ said calmly. Treecko got on all fours and charged toward Abra, who was still using Calm Mind. Treecko took a flying leap into the air, and was about to land on Abra. Treecko lashed out its tail, about to make impact with Abra. Julia wasn’t even responding, until when Treecko was mere inches away from a direct hit.
“yes!” Champ muttered happily.
“Use Psychic now!” she yelled suddenly, pointing at Treecko.
Abra glowed blue again, this time sending a bluish beam of psychic energy towards Treecko. The beam hit its mark, and Treecko was hit hard. Treecko started to glow blue, and Abra took over Treecko’s body. Abra threw Treecko onto the cold deck hard, and Treecko let out a yelp of pain. Abra, still using Psychic power, slammed Treecko onto the deck over and over again. Treecko had no control over its body. Abra’s face remained emotionless, for it was still asleep, and the Calm Mind was calming it down. Treecko yelled out once more as Abra released its psychic grip on it, and Treecko crashed down to the ground with a thud. Treecko staggered to get up. Once it got up, the look on its face was the most anger Julia or Champ had ever seen a Treecko show. It was frowning so badly, that it could barely see. Its teeth were in a snarl, and it had its fists clenched, ready to battle for real now.
“Try Quick Attack!” Champ called out, trying to use Treecko’s anger to his own advantage. Treecko saw red, and charged at Abra again, as ferocious as a wild Tauros, and as fast as a Rapidash. This time, when Julia shouted out for Abra to use Psychic, Treecko was already too close. Treecko lowered its shoulder and…
WHAM!
Abra was sent tumbling backwards from the blow, flipping over backwards from the impact. The attack left a mark on Abra’s right cheek, where Treecko had hit it. Treecko jumped up again, ready to perform an Iron Tail attack.
“Abra, no,” Julia yelled. “Use Protect!”
Treecko’s tail glowed white, as it is hardened to the consistency of iron. Treecko slammed its tail down, but Abra acted first. Abra, using blue psychic power, created a yellowish- orange colored shield forming a dome around it. It was going to block Treecko’s Iron Tail!
Treecko’s iron-hard tail slammed into the shield, and didn’t have any effect. Treecko immediately lost balance, and fell backwards, crashing onto its back hard.
Treecko began to twitch from anger. Its face started to blush red, and it got up. Abra released its shield… just in time for it to be whacked in the face by Treecko’s Iron Tail. Abra flew back, covering its face, and landed about a foot away from Julia’s feet. Abra struggled to get up from the blow. As Julia encouraged her Abra, with a pep talk about how much they had worked on their battling skills, and how much hard work they had put into training, Champ studied her strange clothing.
Her pants were black, with purple flames from the knee down. Her T-shirt, which had a big purple “S” on it, had the same design. The flames only reached the “S”, which was a couple inches below her neck. She was wearing black purple flamed gloves, to match. She looked almost gothic, but most gothic people had Dark or Ghost type Pokémon, or didn’t even like Pokémon at all. There was no make-up on her face, nor anything on her hair. Champ would have to ask about the strange uniform-like clothing.
Abra slowly got up, drops of sweat on its face, but nevertheless sleeping. Abra glowed blue, and started to float into midair. It crossed its legs and put its short arms onto its knees. It was using Calm Mind again. Once again, Abra’s expression relaxed, and it sighed in relief. Treecko growled, gritting its teeth.
“Enjoy your peace now,” it thought, waiting for it to make a move. “But I wont be the one losing this.”
Abra took a deep breath and exhaled. Champ waited impatiently. Now was his chance. Treecko stared at him, pressuring him to make his move. Champ saw Treecko’s anxiety and decided not to keep it waiting.
“Ok, now use Pound!” Champ shouted, hoping that Abra was not going to counter it. Treecko charged toward Abra, but Julia once again gave no response. Bad sign. Once Treecko had jumped in the air, Abra looked ready. Definitely a bad sign.
“Now Abra,” Julia said confidently, with a smug smile on her face. “ Use Confusion!”
Champ had never had seen the attack been used on Treecko before. Treecko didn’t know what happened when some Pokémon used Confusion on it.
Abra concentrated, breaking its peace of mind, and shot out another blue beam from its brain towards Treecko. Abra’s forehead tensed, as it attacked. The blue beam hit Treecko right into its head, and the blue psychic energy seeped into its brain as Abra lifted it up into the air. Treecko lost all of its concentration, and missed the Pound attack. Abra pushed Treecko back with the Confusion attack. Treecko’s brain began to slip into a chaotic mess of confusion and distress. Treecko clutched its head, as the effects of Confusion gave it a massive headache. Treecko became confused about everything, and began to wobble around. Champ panicked quietly, trying to figure out what to do. Obviously, Treecko was too unfocused on the battle, and was unable to attack.
“Hang in there, Treecko! Try Bullet Seed!”
Treecko tried to recognize the voice, but it had no idea who was ordering it to use some attack called “Bullet Seed”. Treecko wobbled even more, and soon fell over, crashing hard to the floor. Treecko was hopelessly defeated. Champ knew that it was over. Confusion attack was nothing to mess with. Treecko couldn't handle it, especially after it being so enraged that it couldn't even focus. Treecko had lost. Champ hadn't experienced that many losses, but he kept himself under control.
“Wow, we got destroyed,” he thought sadly. “But how did that Abra get so strong?”
“Good battle, Champ,” Julia congratulated, bending down and picking up Abra. “You were great too, Abra.”
“How did your Abra get so strong?” Champ asked, looking down at the damage that Abra had done to Treecko, who was twitching on the floor.
“My Abra? Well, when we lived in Mossdeep City, Psychic Pokémon were popular. I had always admired Abra, and when I got one for my ninth birthday, I was so happy. Abra and I trained and fought other people, and we got stronger. Abra decided it didn’t want to evolve, so I didn’t force it to evolve.” Julia explained, stroking Abra’s head.
“Well, pretty much the same thing happened to me, except I found my Treecko.” Champ explained, picking up Treecko. Treecko sighed, and took a nap to rest. Champ reached for his bag and took out Potion. He sprayed some onto the gash on Treecko’s leg from the fall. Treecko winced, as the spray stung. Champ took out some medical tape and wrapped it on Treecko’s leg. Champ grabbed a Persim berry, to heal Treecko’s confusion.
“Who is this kid who’s taking care of me?” Treecko asked itself, taking a bite of the dry berry. Suddenly, after swallowing, Treecko remembered who it was, and who was helping it. It glanced over at its opponent and frowned. It had lost.
The bad headache struck again, and Treecko winced as it could feel its own heartbeat in its head.
“Looks like you know how to take care of your Pokémon,” Julia said. “It’s useful when you’re in the desert, without a town for miles. But when you’re in the east, there's usually a Pokémon Center around.”
“I’ll take care of my own Pokémon,” Champ replied. “Unless it’s serious.”
“Treecko.” Treecko complained, tugging on Champ’s sleeves.
“Well, I better be going now,” Julia said, looking around the deck. “ They want everyone inside when it gets late. You should be on your way too.”
“Ok, I guess,” Champ answered, packing up his bag and slinging it across his shoulder. “Bye, I hope we get a rematch soon.”
Julia walked off, heading towards the door leading into the cabins. Champ walked off in the opposite direction, looking toward the stars. He remembered how uncountable they were, and decided that he had had enough stargazing for now.
Champ opened a large door, straight in the middle of the deck, leading to a huge cabin hall. The two smokestacks loomed over him. Once he was in, he remembered how unorganized it was. Hallways leading every which way stretched out all around him. He remembered his room number- 1029. He headed down the diagonal hall to the left of him, holding Treecko tight. He looked around. 1001, 1003, 1005, were the numbers on the right side. On the left were 1000, 1002, 1004, 1006. He kept going, looking to the right side. Here it was- 1029! Champ took out his room key and slid it across a slot. The door beeped, and automatically opened. Champ’s mom was waiting for him on the other side. She was two inches taller than he was, and her brownish-black hair was fashioned into a ball with a hair clip. She was a bit stocky, like Champ, and had short legs. She looked concerned.
“Champ, what happened to Treecko?” she asked, taking notice of Treecko’s small cuts all over its body and the medical tape on its leg.
“We battled another trainer,” Champ said sadly. “And her Abra beat up Treecko. We didn’t stand a chance.”
“Oh. Well, you better wash up Treecko so it can get some rest.”
“ Ok Mom.”
Champ hopped into the cabin’s bathroom, and turned on the sink. He put Treecko into the sink as it filled with water. The sink was big enough to fit Treecko in, and Champ scrubbed Treecko, careful not to hurt it. Treecko seemed to enjoy the bath, and it playfully splashed Champ. Champ splashed back, and Treecko jumped out of the sink. Champ laughed, and chased Treecko with the towel. Treecko violently shook the water off of itself, and began to dash on all fours around the cabin. It wasn’t watching where it was going, and ran right into another Pokémon.
The Pokémon was small, about Treecko’s size, and it was blue and extremely muscular. It looked like a small, blue, muscular baby. It had two half-moon shaped beige horns, jutting out of its head. The horns were flat side down, and they faced forward. It had a small, cone shaped tail, pointy side-out.
The Pokémon was not too pleased with Treecko running into it. It clenched its fists and frowned.
“Treecko, tree.” Treecko apologized. “Sorry, sorry.” Treecko put its hands in front of it, as if to say, “Don't hurt me please!”.
“Machop! Ma-Machop!” the Pokémon yelled. “ I’m tired of you playing around!”
“Treecko, tree Treecko! Tree Treecko Tree.” Treecko argued. “I should be allowed to play around a bit- after that beating I took. But you just sit there and do nothing, you lazy bundle of muscle.”
Machop held a fist up to Treecko’s face.
“Machop!” Machop threatened. “You wanna fight?”
“Treecko!” Treecko yelled, tackling Machop. “AARRRGH!”
Treecko slapped Machop hard. Machop quickly took the flow of the battle and started to bang Treecko against Champ’s bed. Champ was brushing his teeth, and he heard the noise. Champ came out.
“Hey, stop fighting you two!” he said, but it sounded more like “Eh, op ighteeng ooh ooh!”
Treecko whacked Machop hard, and Machop threw Treecko onto the ground.
“’Om, ‘ell ‘em ooh ‘op ‘ighteeng ‘ease!” Champ yelled, pointing to the fight between Treecko and Machop. Treecko was getting hurt, but Machop was weakening. Champ’s mom didn’t listen. She had no idea what he was saying.
“Eeko, eeurn!” Champ called angrily, grabbing his bag. He took out a Pokéball.
It was a sphere, red on the top, and white on the bottom. A black line divided the sections. In the middle of the Pokéball there was a gray circular button. Champ pressed the button and it glowed red. A red beam of energy shot from the button and traveled right toward Treecko. The beam hit Treecko, and Treecko turned completely into a red, transparent energy figure, then beamed back into the Pokéball.
Champ looked sadly at the Pokéball containing Treecko. This was the first time he had had to put Treecko into the Pokéball because of it misbehaving.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
LO-FAT EGGNOG!!!
Here's the recipe, courtesy of Fiona Haynes.
INGREDIENTS:
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp freshly grated nutmeg
1 egg
4 egg whites
1 1/2 cups fat free milk
1 1/2 cups fat free half-and-half
1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1/4 cup rum or brandy (optional)
freshly grated nutmeg to garnish
PREPARATION:
Combine sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg in a large bowl. Add egg and egg whites, and beat with a mixer for 3-4 minutes.
Gently heat fat free milk in a large saucepan. Gradually stir egg mixture into the hot milk.Heat, stirring constantly, until mixture is slightly thickened. Stir in vanilla extract and remove from heat.
Let the milk and egg mixture cool a little before blending with fat-free half-and-half milk. Cover and chill in the refrigerator. Before serving, add rum or brandy if desired and sprinkle with freshly grated nutmeg on top.
Serves 4
Per Serving: Calories 272, Calories from Fat 24, Total Fat 2.9g (sat 1.4g), Cholesterol 60mg, Sodium 249mg, Carbohydrate 51.1g, Fiber 0.1g, Protein 10.9g
INGREDIENTS:
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp freshly grated nutmeg
1 egg
4 egg whites
1 1/2 cups fat free milk
1 1/2 cups fat free half-and-half
1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1/4 cup rum or brandy (optional)
freshly grated nutmeg to garnish
PREPARATION:
Combine sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg in a large bowl. Add egg and egg whites, and beat with a mixer for 3-4 minutes.
Gently heat fat free milk in a large saucepan. Gradually stir egg mixture into the hot milk.Heat, stirring constantly, until mixture is slightly thickened. Stir in vanilla extract and remove from heat.
Let the milk and egg mixture cool a little before blending with fat-free half-and-half milk. Cover and chill in the refrigerator. Before serving, add rum or brandy if desired and sprinkle with freshly grated nutmeg on top.
Serves 4
Per Serving: Calories 272, Calories from Fat 24, Total Fat 2.9g (sat 1.4g), Cholesterol 60mg, Sodium 249mg, Carbohydrate 51.1g, Fiber 0.1g, Protein 10.9g
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
My Pokemon Fanfic- Treecko and Champ
This is the first chapter of a long story. I will occaisionally edit and the such. I know, I will do something much cooler next time.
Chapter 1: A True Friend
Champ stood calmly, letting the cool ocean breeze run through his clothes. His green collared polo shirt flapped around on his short body, making his whole torso cool. The breeze floated through him, relaxing his tensed up nerves. Champ took a deep breath and yawned, stretching out his tired arms. His dark blue jeans flapped slowly in the wind. Champ rested his arm onto the railing that lined the deck of the huge SS Orre, the ship he was traveling in.
The ship was huge, with ten floors of passenger cabins. It carried about a thousand passengers aboard the ship, as well as tons of big Pokémon in the storage section at the bottom. The Pokémon were too large to fit into the small rooms and refused to stay inside their Pokéballs during the several day voyage. Those larger creatures exercised and moved about, causing an awful racket. The black bottom of the ship sliced though the waves, parting them with ease. The waves splashed against the sides of the ship, causing white, churned up waves to surround itself. The words “SS Orre” were boldly printed in red on the middle of the boat, huge enough to see from a half a mile away. Two giant smokestacks stuck out proudly at the top, spewing black smoke into the night sky. The top deck was huge as well, with bars and pools. this wasn’t just a moving ship. it was about half cruise ship.
Champ had had a long day, so he had no time to play around in the pool. He had spent the good part of the whole day packing up and unloading his stuff out of his room back in Hoenn. The small streets of his little town of Littleroot were filled with people waving goodbye. He had loaded, and ridden in the van for over two hours before arriving at Slateport City, a busy city with a bustling marketplace. The ports were full of boats, and Pokémon Coordinators rushed across the street, looking to register in a Pokémon Contest. The town was the busiest place he had ever seen before.
Next, he had waited while all of the messy work was done, and they got onto the boat. They had taken off, as the sun went down, and had departed for Orre.
Champ looked up at the whitish moon and the uncountable stars. Not even the smartest Alakazam or Xatu could ever guess how many were up there. They could gaze up at the stars and calculate, gazing and calculating, but they would never guess right. The clear sky seemed endless there, on the ocean. There were no trees or buildings to block it. There was less pollution on the open ocean, so the clear skies looked even clearer.
“Treecko, tree!” said a little Pokémon. Champ smiled, and began to study his best pal once more.
It was a small little creature, green with a reddish pink belly and chin. It had two tails, fused together as one, that had a dark green color. It had round hooks on all of its fingertips and toes. Treecko yawned, climbing onto Champ’s shoulder. Treecko curled up, clinging onto Champ’s arm. Champ smiled even more as its fingers stuck to his skin. This was his unbeatable pal. In his old home of Littleroot, he had been alone before he had found Treecko. Champ began to relive the events of that time in his head…
It was a lousy evening for any outdoor activities. The sky was gray with clouds, and rain poured down hard on the roof of Champs’ family’s roof. The rain seemed to be unceasing, and slowly flooded the small, narrow streets of Littleroot. Even from inside his house’s sturdy walls, Champ could still hear the drains, slurping gallons of rain down into their depths, where Grimer and Muk are rumored to hang out. The small backyard was completely reduced to a sad pile of watery mud, and the muddy, humid smell wafted throughout the town. Champ’s window was foggy from condensation, and he watched as the whole town slowly turned to gray fog before his eyes.
Champ turned away from the window. He slowly walked around his small room, the floor littered with books on different Pokémon. His study desk had a computer on it, a fairly large one at that. The computer showed a website on the migration patterns of Swablu. Online Pokedex printouts of different Pokémon completely covered the walls, and even took up some of the ceiling and closet. His bed was unmade, and his favorite book- The Adventures of Treecko and Houndour, was sitting on the covers, unfinished. Champ picked up the book. He would have to finish it later. He bookmarked his page and slid it inside his bookcase, alongside some other books about people turning into various Pokémon. Champ yawned sleepily, and took a quick glance at his Pokémon clock, shaped like a Pokéball. The time display was on the red part of the Pokéball, and the date was displayed on the white bottom. It was 8:34 PM. Champ knew that it was getting dark fast. Another day had already gone by- he had spent the whole day on his computer, reading online Pokédex pages.
Suddenly, Champ heard a cry outside of the window. It sounded like a cry of a Treecko. Champ knew from his studies, which Pokémon made which cry. He could even differentiate the cries of an Onix and Steelix, one of the hardest tasks in voice recognizing. But a Treecko? At nightfall, in the streets of Littleroot?
“Treecko!” the voice cried out again. Champ rushed to the window and opened it, looking for the source of the sound. Rain blew into Champ’s face, forcing him to squint. The rainwater soaked some of his books and printouts. on the side of the street was a small, green head with a reddish-pink neck that was sliding down the edge of the slightly sloped street, carried by the rainwater. It must have been a weak, small Treecko. A thick green tail protruded from the water in front of the head. The rest of the Treecko’s body was hidden by brown water. It was out of control, as it floated quickly down the street, about fifty yards away from a drain. It was going to fall into the drain!
Champ slammed the window down and sprinted toward the door. He barged out of the room and flew down the stairs at a strangely fast pace for his stocky build. He sped past the living room where his parents were watching TV, and opened the front door. Rain blew inside, nearly blinding him now. He was freezing and sopping wet in an instant. Champ rushed toward the little green Pokémon as it was sucked into the drain.
Too late.
Treecko slipped into the drain, screaming for help. Champ looked down into the drain to find the eyes of a Muk staring back at him. Treecko was doomed. It was stuck in the drain with a Muk, and apparently, it couldn’t swim either. Champ nervously stuck his foot down the narrow pass of the drain. He couldn’t feel the bottom. He would have to get help. Champ tried to pull his foot out so that he could run and get help, but it was a bad idea trying that in the rain. Champ felt his feet sweep out from underneath him, and his legs slid into the drain, in reach of the Muk. His face crashed to the pavement, extremely wet now.
“Muk!” the purple blob roared. The monster -like low tone of its voice seemed scary in person to Champ. The Muk reached up with its big hands and grabbed Champ’s right foot.
“Ahh!” Champ yelped, fearful that the monster would rip his legs off. He swung his left leg and kicked Muk’s arm, not remembering his studies about Muk. His left leg sunk into Muk’s arm, pulling Champ’s torso into the drain. Champ’s nice shirt was ruined in the muddy water, now soaking his whole body. Champ sucked in his gut, and slid into the drain, jumping on top of Muk. He fell about a six and a half feet down and landed on top of Muk. Unfortunately, he landed into Muk’s mouth. Champ nearly threw up at the pure odor of Muk’s breath. He held his nose and looked around for Treecko. The green Pokémon was hiding cleverly underneath Muk’s tongue, holding its nose as well. Why hide in a Muk’s mouth? Regardless, Champ reached down and tried to pick up Treecko…
Smack!
Muk’s mouth smacked shut, sealing Treecko and Champ’s arm inside. Champ felt through the disgusting creature’s mouth, and relocated Treecko. He heaved his arm out of Muk, flinging bits of disgusting goo all over the already nasty drainage area. Treecko hopped onto Champ’s shoulder.
“Treecko tree!” it cried, as Muk prepared itself for a Body Slam. Muk stretched its body as far up in the air as it could, and spread its arms out.
“
Uh oh!” Champ yelled, trying to jump up to reach the top. Water continued to pour down the drain, making the job of getting up harder than it already was. Muk slammed down, just inches away from hitting Champ and Treecko. Water poured onto Champ, slowing him down enough for Muk to reform itself and get up. Water poured on Champ’s face as he tried to pull himself out of the drain. He hoped that his glasses wouldn’t fall off. Treecko clung harder onto Champ’s shoulder, blocking some of the water from hitting it hard with its thick tail.
Muk was quick to act. It reared its head back, gargling something foul in its mouth. Champ flinched at the thought of getting hit by whatever Muk was brewing in its mouth. Champ desperately tried to climb, but he pushed too hard. He fell down, in front of Muk, Treecko jumping into the shallow pool aside from Champ. Muk slowly waded toward Champ, and spat out a toxic spray of goo right toward them.
Treecko acted fast. It grabbed a top of a trash can that had fallen in earlier, and with much effort, slung it towards the toxic spray like a discus. Champ dove into the water and ducked, as some of the spray was deflected his way. The lid disintegrated, and the remnants plopped in the water. Champ grabbed Treecko and quickly waded around the patch of toxic water that quickly spread. Muk splashed some toxic water toward Champ, but it missed. The walls sissled as the purple goo did its job. Champ tried to find the trashcan that was missing a lid. It was gone. The trashcan couldn’t have possibly had fallen in. It was too big.
Treecko panicked as Muk made its way toward them. Champ threw a rock at it, but his throwing wasn’t too good. The rock just sunk into Muk’s body as it slowly waded forward. It stopped.
“Treecko!”
Champ didn’t know much Pokénese, but it sounded to him like Treecko was warning him of something.
“What is it?” he yelled over the roaring water. The whole time, he hadn’t spoken out of fear, but now he could. Treecko pointed to Muk, as it was gargling more toxic spray. There was no hiding from this one. There was nothing in the sewage that could help them evade it.
Treecko’s eyes sparked with determination. It stared right at the Muk, chest-deep in sewage water. Champ marveled as its eyes started to glow blue as it growled. Muk stopped gargling for a second as it fell victim of Treecko’s Leer. Champ took the chance to find a plank of wood, scraping against the floor. He chucked the sodden plank at Muk, hitting it clean in the mouth. The plank partially blocked Muk’s mouth. Toxic spray leaked out of the mouth, slowly disintegrating the wood.
Treecko yelled out and pushed Champ’s leg, urging him to go on. Champ nodded- he understood. Treecko wanted him to go up first. Champ started to pull up towards the surface. The water rushed on top of his face, and he was blinded by the flow. He removed his glasses and shoved them into his pockets.
Muk shot out another massive spray of toxic acid, this time hitting its mark. Treecko tried to jump to dodge it, but the toxic spray blasted it for a direct hit. It hit the wall, and fell into to water. Champ gasped. He let go, and jumped down into the sewer. Scooping up Treecko, he attempted to scale the sewer walls again.
Muk started toward them again, but this time, for a Body Slam. Champ pushed, but he couldn’t get up. Muk moved closer.
“I cant get up!”
“Treecko, treeee!”
Champ gave a final push, and they both emerged on the surface, panting, and sopping wet. Champ brushed filth off of his pants and shirt, but it was no use.
“Treecko, tree Treecko!” Treecko thanked him. It wiped some slime off of its face and smiled. Champ understood what Treecko had said, and replied,
“It’s ok. Couldn’t just watch you drown. I didn’t even know I had it in me.”
Champ started to walk back, exhausted and panting for breath, to change his clothes. Then it hit him. Treecko was a rare Pokémon that rarely wandered the streets, and Champ had just saved its life! Champ could have just made a new friend! He turned back, but Treecko had vanished into the night as suddenly as it had came. Champ frowned. What a great chance to make a new friend! Now he would have to wait months until he turned ten and got his Pokedex.
That night, while trying to finish The Adventures of Treecko and Houndour in bed, Champ wondered. Why would a rare forest Pokémon that loved nature hang out in Littleroot Town? There had to be a logical reason. This Treecko had looked smaller than regular Treecko; perhaps maybe it was a mere youth? Maybe it was looking for its family, or looking for a trainer.
Champ came to one conclusion. It must still be out there. It must be freezing out there.
Champ got out of bed, once again bookmarking his page, and grabbed a raincoat this time out of his closet. He ran downstairs, and searched for a flashlight in the kitchen. He hoped that his parents were still in the living room watching TV. He sped into the kitchen, and was welcomed by the aroma of dinner wafting through the room. Champ opened a cabinet above the stove and took out a flashlight. He ran out of the kitchen and out the door.
The rain had slowed. Champ walked up his street- Birch Road. He waved the flashlight around, searching. He looked around every trashcan and car. He checked small alleyways and waved his flashlight around.
He did find it, not too far from his house. Treecko was sitting in an alleyway. However, a big kid was standing over it. His Muk looked like the one that Champ had faced earlier.
The kid had a orange hat on, and blonde hair showed through underneath. He had a grimy shirt, ripped to tatters, with grimy pants, also ripped in places. His shoes were no better.
“You better not ever run away from me ever again! Muk, teach Treecko a lesson.” The kid threatened. Muk rose up to Body Slam Treecko.
This kid was a tough trainer. Champ sprung into action. He sprinted right underneath Muk and pushed Treecko out of the way.
“Stop!” he screamed to the kid.
Muk’s massive body slammed onto Champ, engulfing him in suffocating goo. Champ tried to hold himself up, but with one more groan of pain, he collapsed.
Champ’s lungs were about to burst. He could just barely summon enough breath to gasp,
“Run…”
Treecko dashed off, on all four legs, out of the alleyway as Champ suffered Muk’s poisonous goo as it seeped slowly into his skin, sending cold chills all throughout his body. He closed his mouth as Muk’s body engulfed his face.
“I’m doomed,” he thought. “It’s all over. I saved Treecko, but I guess I’ll never get to be its friend…”
“Muk, return,” the kid called back Muk, and the glob of goo reluctantly backed off of Champ. Muk let out a roar of protest- it couldn’t just let an opponent that had yet to be finished off go. He looked around the alleyway. “Treecko, get back here!”
“Muk?” it asked the boy, with a huge frown. The boy answered his Muk in the most ruthless reason possible.
“I want him to suffer for interfering with us. I don't want the cops on our case either.” The boy and his Muk left, watching Champ suffer as they did so.
Champ felt cold goo oozing inside him. It wasn’t into his bloodstream yet, only in his arms and legs. He couldn't believe the way that kid treated Pokémon. He was like countless others who abuse Pokémon for their own gain- whatever that may be.
He couldn’t move. The pain started to kick in, with fiery-cold chills shooting through him. He cried out, to no one in particular, to save him. The Muk’s goo was so heavy and thick that it stayed in one place, moving very slowly. Champ could even see the goo in his arms. He realized one thing. If he didn’t get help soon, he could die. He was poisoned, just like the Pokémon battles on TV. They would get poisoned, and the trainer would call them back, so they can rest inside their Pokéballs. Or, the trainer would tell them to use some healing move, and they’d be instantly healed. The poison didn’t kill a Pokémon. It never did. Nevertheless, a Pokémon’s poison had some serious effects on humans.
Champ couldn’t yell anymore. He couldn’t roll. He was helpless. It was probably near ten, and his parents would be looking for him. However, this alleyway was far from his house, and by the time his parents found him, it would be too late.
“Treecko!”
The voice sounded better than before to Champ. Treecko had come back for him. Champ was so filled with joy that he could cry. Treecko ran up to Champ’s face and studied the pain surging through him, and concluded that he must have been hurt. Treecko examined Champ’s body. It saw the poison.
Treecko knew what to do. It bent down, head down to Champ’s arm, and opened its mouth. It bit down hard on his arm, sending more pain through Champ, and spat out a wad of goo onto the ground. Treecko repeated this about five times before moving on. As Treecko worked, Champ felt more and more relief, but he still couldn’t move. He couldn’t believe it.
Usually, Pokémon were in trouble and humans had to help them, but now, a human was in trouble and a Pokémon had to help. This Treecko was special. It knew how to operate on poisoned humans without any tools, and it hung out around town. Champ summoned up all of his strength to talk.
“Thank you.” He said, wishing he could embrace his savior. Treecko shrugged and answered him plainly,
“Treecko tree.” Treecko finished sucking the poison out of Champ’s legs.
Champ knew what Treecko had said. It had simply said, “We’re even now.”.
Treecko had even wiped the goo off of Champ’s clothes for him. It had taken only three hours for Champ’s system to recover from the slight bit of poison that was left. That Treecko was truly amazing. It was dawn now, and the sun was just coming up over the east. Champ found himself able to move, and Treecko was sleeping soundly next to him. Champ couldn't hold his joy. He picked up Treecko and embraced it, waking it up. He had found a true friend.
Chapter 1: A True Friend
Champ stood calmly, letting the cool ocean breeze run through his clothes. His green collared polo shirt flapped around on his short body, making his whole torso cool. The breeze floated through him, relaxing his tensed up nerves. Champ took a deep breath and yawned, stretching out his tired arms. His dark blue jeans flapped slowly in the wind. Champ rested his arm onto the railing that lined the deck of the huge SS Orre, the ship he was traveling in.
The ship was huge, with ten floors of passenger cabins. It carried about a thousand passengers aboard the ship, as well as tons of big Pokémon in the storage section at the bottom. The Pokémon were too large to fit into the small rooms and refused to stay inside their Pokéballs during the several day voyage. Those larger creatures exercised and moved about, causing an awful racket. The black bottom of the ship sliced though the waves, parting them with ease. The waves splashed against the sides of the ship, causing white, churned up waves to surround itself. The words “SS Orre” were boldly printed in red on the middle of the boat, huge enough to see from a half a mile away. Two giant smokestacks stuck out proudly at the top, spewing black smoke into the night sky. The top deck was huge as well, with bars and pools. this wasn’t just a moving ship. it was about half cruise ship.
Champ had had a long day, so he had no time to play around in the pool. He had spent the good part of the whole day packing up and unloading his stuff out of his room back in Hoenn. The small streets of his little town of Littleroot were filled with people waving goodbye. He had loaded, and ridden in the van for over two hours before arriving at Slateport City, a busy city with a bustling marketplace. The ports were full of boats, and Pokémon Coordinators rushed across the street, looking to register in a Pokémon Contest. The town was the busiest place he had ever seen before.
Next, he had waited while all of the messy work was done, and they got onto the boat. They had taken off, as the sun went down, and had departed for Orre.
Champ looked up at the whitish moon and the uncountable stars. Not even the smartest Alakazam or Xatu could ever guess how many were up there. They could gaze up at the stars and calculate, gazing and calculating, but they would never guess right. The clear sky seemed endless there, on the ocean. There were no trees or buildings to block it. There was less pollution on the open ocean, so the clear skies looked even clearer.
“Treecko, tree!” said a little Pokémon. Champ smiled, and began to study his best pal once more.
It was a small little creature, green with a reddish pink belly and chin. It had two tails, fused together as one, that had a dark green color. It had round hooks on all of its fingertips and toes. Treecko yawned, climbing onto Champ’s shoulder. Treecko curled up, clinging onto Champ’s arm. Champ smiled even more as its fingers stuck to his skin. This was his unbeatable pal. In his old home of Littleroot, he had been alone before he had found Treecko. Champ began to relive the events of that time in his head…
It was a lousy evening for any outdoor activities. The sky was gray with clouds, and rain poured down hard on the roof of Champs’ family’s roof. The rain seemed to be unceasing, and slowly flooded the small, narrow streets of Littleroot. Even from inside his house’s sturdy walls, Champ could still hear the drains, slurping gallons of rain down into their depths, where Grimer and Muk are rumored to hang out. The small backyard was completely reduced to a sad pile of watery mud, and the muddy, humid smell wafted throughout the town. Champ’s window was foggy from condensation, and he watched as the whole town slowly turned to gray fog before his eyes.
Champ turned away from the window. He slowly walked around his small room, the floor littered with books on different Pokémon. His study desk had a computer on it, a fairly large one at that. The computer showed a website on the migration patterns of Swablu. Online Pokedex printouts of different Pokémon completely covered the walls, and even took up some of the ceiling and closet. His bed was unmade, and his favorite book- The Adventures of Treecko and Houndour, was sitting on the covers, unfinished. Champ picked up the book. He would have to finish it later. He bookmarked his page and slid it inside his bookcase, alongside some other books about people turning into various Pokémon. Champ yawned sleepily, and took a quick glance at his Pokémon clock, shaped like a Pokéball. The time display was on the red part of the Pokéball, and the date was displayed on the white bottom. It was 8:34 PM. Champ knew that it was getting dark fast. Another day had already gone by- he had spent the whole day on his computer, reading online Pokédex pages.
Suddenly, Champ heard a cry outside of the window. It sounded like a cry of a Treecko. Champ knew from his studies, which Pokémon made which cry. He could even differentiate the cries of an Onix and Steelix, one of the hardest tasks in voice recognizing. But a Treecko? At nightfall, in the streets of Littleroot?
“Treecko!” the voice cried out again. Champ rushed to the window and opened it, looking for the source of the sound. Rain blew into Champ’s face, forcing him to squint. The rainwater soaked some of his books and printouts. on the side of the street was a small, green head with a reddish-pink neck that was sliding down the edge of the slightly sloped street, carried by the rainwater. It must have been a weak, small Treecko. A thick green tail protruded from the water in front of the head. The rest of the Treecko’s body was hidden by brown water. It was out of control, as it floated quickly down the street, about fifty yards away from a drain. It was going to fall into the drain!
Champ slammed the window down and sprinted toward the door. He barged out of the room and flew down the stairs at a strangely fast pace for his stocky build. He sped past the living room where his parents were watching TV, and opened the front door. Rain blew inside, nearly blinding him now. He was freezing and sopping wet in an instant. Champ rushed toward the little green Pokémon as it was sucked into the drain.
Too late.
Treecko slipped into the drain, screaming for help. Champ looked down into the drain to find the eyes of a Muk staring back at him. Treecko was doomed. It was stuck in the drain with a Muk, and apparently, it couldn’t swim either. Champ nervously stuck his foot down the narrow pass of the drain. He couldn’t feel the bottom. He would have to get help. Champ tried to pull his foot out so that he could run and get help, but it was a bad idea trying that in the rain. Champ felt his feet sweep out from underneath him, and his legs slid into the drain, in reach of the Muk. His face crashed to the pavement, extremely wet now.
“Muk!” the purple blob roared. The monster -like low tone of its voice seemed scary in person to Champ. The Muk reached up with its big hands and grabbed Champ’s right foot.
“Ahh!” Champ yelped, fearful that the monster would rip his legs off. He swung his left leg and kicked Muk’s arm, not remembering his studies about Muk. His left leg sunk into Muk’s arm, pulling Champ’s torso into the drain. Champ’s nice shirt was ruined in the muddy water, now soaking his whole body. Champ sucked in his gut, and slid into the drain, jumping on top of Muk. He fell about a six and a half feet down and landed on top of Muk. Unfortunately, he landed into Muk’s mouth. Champ nearly threw up at the pure odor of Muk’s breath. He held his nose and looked around for Treecko. The green Pokémon was hiding cleverly underneath Muk’s tongue, holding its nose as well. Why hide in a Muk’s mouth? Regardless, Champ reached down and tried to pick up Treecko…
Smack!
Muk’s mouth smacked shut, sealing Treecko and Champ’s arm inside. Champ felt through the disgusting creature’s mouth, and relocated Treecko. He heaved his arm out of Muk, flinging bits of disgusting goo all over the already nasty drainage area. Treecko hopped onto Champ’s shoulder.
“Treecko tree!” it cried, as Muk prepared itself for a Body Slam. Muk stretched its body as far up in the air as it could, and spread its arms out.
“
Uh oh!” Champ yelled, trying to jump up to reach the top. Water continued to pour down the drain, making the job of getting up harder than it already was. Muk slammed down, just inches away from hitting Champ and Treecko. Water poured onto Champ, slowing him down enough for Muk to reform itself and get up. Water poured on Champ’s face as he tried to pull himself out of the drain. He hoped that his glasses wouldn’t fall off. Treecko clung harder onto Champ’s shoulder, blocking some of the water from hitting it hard with its thick tail.
Muk was quick to act. It reared its head back, gargling something foul in its mouth. Champ flinched at the thought of getting hit by whatever Muk was brewing in its mouth. Champ desperately tried to climb, but he pushed too hard. He fell down, in front of Muk, Treecko jumping into the shallow pool aside from Champ. Muk slowly waded toward Champ, and spat out a toxic spray of goo right toward them.
Treecko acted fast. It grabbed a top of a trash can that had fallen in earlier, and with much effort, slung it towards the toxic spray like a discus. Champ dove into the water and ducked, as some of the spray was deflected his way. The lid disintegrated, and the remnants plopped in the water. Champ grabbed Treecko and quickly waded around the patch of toxic water that quickly spread. Muk splashed some toxic water toward Champ, but it missed. The walls sissled as the purple goo did its job. Champ tried to find the trashcan that was missing a lid. It was gone. The trashcan couldn’t have possibly had fallen in. It was too big.
Treecko panicked as Muk made its way toward them. Champ threw a rock at it, but his throwing wasn’t too good. The rock just sunk into Muk’s body as it slowly waded forward. It stopped.
“Treecko!”
Champ didn’t know much Pokénese, but it sounded to him like Treecko was warning him of something.
“What is it?” he yelled over the roaring water. The whole time, he hadn’t spoken out of fear, but now he could. Treecko pointed to Muk, as it was gargling more toxic spray. There was no hiding from this one. There was nothing in the sewage that could help them evade it.
Treecko’s eyes sparked with determination. It stared right at the Muk, chest-deep in sewage water. Champ marveled as its eyes started to glow blue as it growled. Muk stopped gargling for a second as it fell victim of Treecko’s Leer. Champ took the chance to find a plank of wood, scraping against the floor. He chucked the sodden plank at Muk, hitting it clean in the mouth. The plank partially blocked Muk’s mouth. Toxic spray leaked out of the mouth, slowly disintegrating the wood.
Treecko yelled out and pushed Champ’s leg, urging him to go on. Champ nodded- he understood. Treecko wanted him to go up first. Champ started to pull up towards the surface. The water rushed on top of his face, and he was blinded by the flow. He removed his glasses and shoved them into his pockets.
Muk shot out another massive spray of toxic acid, this time hitting its mark. Treecko tried to jump to dodge it, but the toxic spray blasted it for a direct hit. It hit the wall, and fell into to water. Champ gasped. He let go, and jumped down into the sewer. Scooping up Treecko, he attempted to scale the sewer walls again.
Muk started toward them again, but this time, for a Body Slam. Champ pushed, but he couldn’t get up. Muk moved closer.
“I cant get up!”
“Treecko, treeee!”
Champ gave a final push, and they both emerged on the surface, panting, and sopping wet. Champ brushed filth off of his pants and shirt, but it was no use.
“Treecko, tree Treecko!” Treecko thanked him. It wiped some slime off of its face and smiled. Champ understood what Treecko had said, and replied,
“It’s ok. Couldn’t just watch you drown. I didn’t even know I had it in me.”
Champ started to walk back, exhausted and panting for breath, to change his clothes. Then it hit him. Treecko was a rare Pokémon that rarely wandered the streets, and Champ had just saved its life! Champ could have just made a new friend! He turned back, but Treecko had vanished into the night as suddenly as it had came. Champ frowned. What a great chance to make a new friend! Now he would have to wait months until he turned ten and got his Pokedex.
That night, while trying to finish The Adventures of Treecko and Houndour in bed, Champ wondered. Why would a rare forest Pokémon that loved nature hang out in Littleroot Town? There had to be a logical reason. This Treecko had looked smaller than regular Treecko; perhaps maybe it was a mere youth? Maybe it was looking for its family, or looking for a trainer.
Champ came to one conclusion. It must still be out there. It must be freezing out there.
Champ got out of bed, once again bookmarking his page, and grabbed a raincoat this time out of his closet. He ran downstairs, and searched for a flashlight in the kitchen. He hoped that his parents were still in the living room watching TV. He sped into the kitchen, and was welcomed by the aroma of dinner wafting through the room. Champ opened a cabinet above the stove and took out a flashlight. He ran out of the kitchen and out the door.
The rain had slowed. Champ walked up his street- Birch Road. He waved the flashlight around, searching. He looked around every trashcan and car. He checked small alleyways and waved his flashlight around.
He did find it, not too far from his house. Treecko was sitting in an alleyway. However, a big kid was standing over it. His Muk looked like the one that Champ had faced earlier.
The kid had a orange hat on, and blonde hair showed through underneath. He had a grimy shirt, ripped to tatters, with grimy pants, also ripped in places. His shoes were no better.
“You better not ever run away from me ever again! Muk, teach Treecko a lesson.” The kid threatened. Muk rose up to Body Slam Treecko.
This kid was a tough trainer. Champ sprung into action. He sprinted right underneath Muk and pushed Treecko out of the way.
“Stop!” he screamed to the kid.
Muk’s massive body slammed onto Champ, engulfing him in suffocating goo. Champ tried to hold himself up, but with one more groan of pain, he collapsed.
Champ’s lungs were about to burst. He could just barely summon enough breath to gasp,
“Run…”
Treecko dashed off, on all four legs, out of the alleyway as Champ suffered Muk’s poisonous goo as it seeped slowly into his skin, sending cold chills all throughout his body. He closed his mouth as Muk’s body engulfed his face.
“I’m doomed,” he thought. “It’s all over. I saved Treecko, but I guess I’ll never get to be its friend…”
“Muk, return,” the kid called back Muk, and the glob of goo reluctantly backed off of Champ. Muk let out a roar of protest- it couldn’t just let an opponent that had yet to be finished off go. He looked around the alleyway. “Treecko, get back here!”
“Muk?” it asked the boy, with a huge frown. The boy answered his Muk in the most ruthless reason possible.
“I want him to suffer for interfering with us. I don't want the cops on our case either.” The boy and his Muk left, watching Champ suffer as they did so.
Champ felt cold goo oozing inside him. It wasn’t into his bloodstream yet, only in his arms and legs. He couldn't believe the way that kid treated Pokémon. He was like countless others who abuse Pokémon for their own gain- whatever that may be.
He couldn’t move. The pain started to kick in, with fiery-cold chills shooting through him. He cried out, to no one in particular, to save him. The Muk’s goo was so heavy and thick that it stayed in one place, moving very slowly. Champ could even see the goo in his arms. He realized one thing. If he didn’t get help soon, he could die. He was poisoned, just like the Pokémon battles on TV. They would get poisoned, and the trainer would call them back, so they can rest inside their Pokéballs. Or, the trainer would tell them to use some healing move, and they’d be instantly healed. The poison didn’t kill a Pokémon. It never did. Nevertheless, a Pokémon’s poison had some serious effects on humans.
Champ couldn’t yell anymore. He couldn’t roll. He was helpless. It was probably near ten, and his parents would be looking for him. However, this alleyway was far from his house, and by the time his parents found him, it would be too late.
“Treecko!”
The voice sounded better than before to Champ. Treecko had come back for him. Champ was so filled with joy that he could cry. Treecko ran up to Champ’s face and studied the pain surging through him, and concluded that he must have been hurt. Treecko examined Champ’s body. It saw the poison.
Treecko knew what to do. It bent down, head down to Champ’s arm, and opened its mouth. It bit down hard on his arm, sending more pain through Champ, and spat out a wad of goo onto the ground. Treecko repeated this about five times before moving on. As Treecko worked, Champ felt more and more relief, but he still couldn’t move. He couldn’t believe it.
Usually, Pokémon were in trouble and humans had to help them, but now, a human was in trouble and a Pokémon had to help. This Treecko was special. It knew how to operate on poisoned humans without any tools, and it hung out around town. Champ summoned up all of his strength to talk.
“Thank you.” He said, wishing he could embrace his savior. Treecko shrugged and answered him plainly,
“Treecko tree.” Treecko finished sucking the poison out of Champ’s legs.
Champ knew what Treecko had said. It had simply said, “We’re even now.”.
Treecko had even wiped the goo off of Champ’s clothes for him. It had taken only three hours for Champ’s system to recover from the slight bit of poison that was left. That Treecko was truly amazing. It was dawn now, and the sun was just coming up over the east. Champ found himself able to move, and Treecko was sleeping soundly next to him. Champ couldn't hold his joy. He picked up Treecko and embraced it, waking it up. He had found a true friend.
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