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The Adventures of a Pokémon Trainer: Symbiosis, Part 2
The Adventures of a Pokémon Trainer: Symbiosis, Part 2
Last time, John discovered the
inherent "Ditto Properties" in the Pokémon
that Professor Oak gave them. With this discovery, John
realized he could
have Destiny, his Spearow, transform into a Fearow, and take
them to Cinnabar
Island to have their fossils examined. But when they
arrived, Dr. Harold
revived their fossils and the Pokémon they became
immediately attacked our
heroes.
It's so cold. I feel completely
frozen. I can't move. Why is it cold? It
wasn't cold before, so why is it now? Where am I now? Where
was I before? I
know it's different.
Who's that? That guy is carrying something. He's carrying
me. Why? Why can't I walk? Who's that? He's carrying someone
else. A boy. And
there's one more guy. He's carrying someone else, a girl,
Lucy?
"Lucy?"
"Hey, he's coming to!"
"Smack 'em."
Whonk!
When I came to for real, I started
to remember things. We were in the lab
on Cinnabar. Dr. Harold revived those fossils then I just
couldn't remember
the rest. Oh, well, more important things to worry about
now. Where am I?
It was a cave. The stone was a tan color, with flecks of
mica. There must
have been a big light source at the beginning of the tunnel,
because their
reflected light lit the entire place. It was big, huge
really. Stalactites
hung overhead, no stalagmites, though. Odd. It was a dead
end, and bars
blocked the entrance to the cavern. It was too elaborate for
a mere prison
cell, but why the bars then? It was roughly rectangular,
with an extremely
high ceiling. There was a balcony way up there, protected by
glass. I was
sitting by the wall, alone. Tony and Lucy were somewhere
else. I hoped they
weren't hurt, the thought that they could be dead never
crossed my mind.
My bag and Pokéballs were still with me though. How odd.
They want me
prisoner. They throw me in an incredibly huge cell. They
separate me from my
friends, but they leave me everything else.
These people were someone’s. They
weren't someone’s in the sense that I
knew them all personally, but I knew of them. Who? The
Ancients. But who were
the Ancients? Pokémon trainers. That's why this place is so
big. It's an
arena for Pokémon battles. They're going to make me battle
alone. How will I
possibly win?
"Glad to see your up."
The voice came from no where, but it sounded
close. I looked franticly, trying to find the source.
"Over hear." I looked
to the other end of the arena. A man stood there, wrapped in
the Ancient
robe.
"Who are you," I
questioned him, startled by the volume of my own voice.
He removed his hood. It was Dr. Harold.
"Are you ready?"
"What are you talking about?
Am I ready for what?" I was panicking, and I
knew that he would pick that up from my voice.
"You know d*mn well what I
mean."
"A Pokémon battle," I
choked out.
"Good. Now for my Pokémon,
I'll choose Charizard." A Charizard came out
of a Pokéball at his belt.
"G-Go Destiny!" Harold
stopped me with a glance.
"No Ditto Property Pokémon
allowed." So they knew about Destiny. More
than that, the way he spoke about her led me to believe that they have encountered
Pokémon like her before. That means my only hope is Neptune.. But can he really
take a Charizard? One way to find out.
"Ok, then. Go, Neptune!"
Neptune came out with his Squirtle battle cry.
"Heh heh. Flamethrower,
Charizard." The fire dragon smiled before he
opened his mouth to shoot out a huge blast of flame.
"Neptune, Withdraw, NOW!"
Neptune complied. His shell was toasted, but he
remained unburned. "Now, Watergun!"
Neptune opened his mouth to fire the
blast of water, but when it hit, the
Charizard just shrugged it off. Neptune and I were both
panicking. I had to
think fast. Then I remembered, in an Ancient match, anything
goes.
"Neptune, uhh, Watergun
Harold!" I hope this works.
Harold was blasted before he could say anything. Charizard
quickly turned
to see if he could aid his master.
"Neptune, aim for the
flame!" Neptune's blast didn't put out the huge
flame, I hadn't intended it to. But it did spook Charizard.
He flew over to
the corner and cradled his tail gingerly.
Harold gave me a grimace.
"Nice trick. But now I choose Arcanine!"
The Legendary Dog came out and roared a monstrous war cry.
Neptune was
scared, but I knew I could win this one without cheating.
"Neptune, Skull Bash!"
Harold gave a self-satisfied smirk. He knew it
would take a moment for Neptune to prepare the attack, and
in that time he
would strike.
"Arcanine, Take Down,
NOW!" The great beast bounded toward its hapless
target. As it rose in the air, preparing for its final
movement, Neptune
struck. Leaping into
the air for a take down would expose the Arcanine's soft
underbelly. The skull bash wouldn't have done much damage
had it struck
Arcanine anywhere else. But in this case the attack was
positioned perfectly,
and Arcanine went down howling with pain. Harold let out a growl. Through
clenched teeth he ordered Charizard, still wounded, back to the field while Arcanine
tenderly rose, testing its own legs. Would he try two on
one?
"Ok, boys, Fuse attack,
now!" Arcanine rose to its hind legs, Charizard
stood up straight. The pair glowed, then appeared to slide
into one shape.
The shape enlarged, and the glowing died down.
Starring down at Neptune was the
most fearsome, powerful and proud
Pokémon I had ever seen. For the most part, it looked like a
Charizard. But
the face, that incredible face. It was so beautiful, and so
fear inspiring at
the same time. It was the face of an Arcanine, but so much
more. It had a
quality to it that I can't even begin to explain. The
Charizard's powerful
claws had been replaced by that of an Arcanine, and the
wings were now
feathered. The flame tail was like a bonfire. One swoosh of
it would destroy
a man. Neptune didn't stand a chance.
"Meet Charcanine, boy."
Charcanine released a roar, and
deep red flames came blasting out its
muzzle. Neptune was
beaten upon by Charcanine. It didn't even use a flame attack..
It flapped its huge wings and blew my poor little Squirtle against walls. Neptune
couldn't take it any longer. Then the good thing happened.
To be continued