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!