Pika57
07-02-2005, 02:14 PM
Freed From Pain
Mike is an average kid, his only dream to one day become the greatest known trainer on Earth. Constantly struggling to make a name for himself other than the son of the Dewford Gym’s new Leader, this black haired, hazel eyed youth dreams of one day surpassing his father and taking the position of Elite Four Champion.
"Houndour", Mike shouted," Use Flamethrower to finish Charmeleon!" Houndour obeyed, gathering what was left of its energy, it launched a long stream of fire at its opponent.
Charmeleon exhaled quickly as the attack hit as it fell unconscious and its trainer quickly withdrew his tired lizard like Pokemon.
"Good job Houndour", Mike said preparing to withdraw him as well," that’s another win for us."
"Wait a minute.", snapped his somewhat burly competitor," Who says you won?"
" My Pokemon beat your Pokemon", Mike responded, “Going by the official rulebook, that means I win."
"But you said an all out battle",continued his opponent," And I still have one Pokemon left."
***
Mike sat in one of the far corners of the Pokemon Center staring down a this food that one of the Blissey had brought.
"I lost", Mike thought. He knew it wasn't his fault that the match had been lost, and for that matter it wasn't Houndour's fault either. He had just been excited about the battle and had not remembered to set down the official rules.
"But that wasn't the only problem", he thought," If I hadn't been so overconfident in Houndour’s abilities I would have gone out and caught another Pokemon to help him in battle.” All the other trainers he‘d met had at least two Pokemon and normally three.
“If I had already gotten another Pokemon, I'm sure it could have defeated Bradley’s Absol" Mike thought.
Mike continued to think about his loss, and did notice as Nurse Joy approached his table.
"Your Pokemon is back in tip top shape." Nurse Joy said in a cheerful voice," Just be sure not to battle it so hard. it might have been severely injured if the battle had continued much longer."
" Sure whatever", Mike responded, as Nurse Joy wandered off.
“ I have to find another Pokemon to help my team,” thought Mike. “But where?”
***
Later that day Mike left the Pokemon Center and made his way towards his next destination. He had let Houndour out of its Pokeball so it could enjoy the fresh air. It sniffed around and seemed to enjoy itself.
However Mike wasn’t interested in the clear skies or beautiful weather. He was constantly scanning the trees that lined the path for any signs of a Pokemon. Whether it was scratch marks or even a Pokemon itself he wanted to know their were Pokemon nearby. He was so focused on searching for Pokemon it almost became obsessive. He probably wouldn’t have stopped hunting for Pokemon if he hadn’t looked at his Houndour.
Houndour was panting heavily. It was starting to walk slower and seemed very tired. Mike noticed that he was tired too. After checking the map he realized that a rest hut was coming up in about half a mile and they could rest their and regain their energy.
Mike and Houndour reached the rest hut about ten minutes later. It was pretty old and musty looking, but they knew that the shade inside would be a welcome relief from the scorching rays of the sun. The doors hinges creaked loudly and Mike was surprised that the hut hadn‘t collapsed from a such a simple action due to its fragile construction.
“Here Houndour have some water” Mike said as he poured some water from a canteen into a shallow dish.
Houndour greedily lapped up the water which seemed to parch her thirst. Mike pulled out a shrink wrapped sandwich and quickly devoured it.
“Keep drinking that water girl.” Mike said as he encouraged his Houndour to quench its thirst.” If you don’t you may get dehydra….” But Mike’s speech was cut short when he and Houndour heard an ear shattering thud coming from behind the shack. They heard another thud and quickly decided to check what it was. The scene was dreadful. . An Onix was laying on its back among several knocked down trees. A trainer was ordering his Pokemon around several feet from where the Onix lay.
“You know the drill Grovoyle use, Leaf Blade, Sneasel use Shadow Ball, and Girafarig use Crunch!” the trainer shouted. The Onix cringed as the three attacks slammed into its left flank. Mike could see that the Onix was already very beat up as if it had been fighting for many hours.
“What is wrong with you,” shouted Mike,” you’ve obviously weakened it enough so just throw the Pokeball already!
“Who said I was going to catch it”, responded the trainer in a slightly annoyed tone, “its already my Pokemon. I’m just using it to help my Pokemon to prepare for my next Gym Battle.”
“Your sick you know that”, Mike said,” If you’re going to train your Pokemon against themselves at least make it a fair fight. And what were you thinking attacking it when it was down.”
“I was giving it his just deserts”, responded the trainer,” He was the reason I lost my last battle. If any of my Pokemon ever cost me a victory their on punching bag duty until they redeem themselves.”
“That makes no sense you freak. I‘m going to stop you.” Mike said as his voice slowly changed from a disgusted one to a determined one, “So lets have a battle. One on One. If you win you can continue to abuse your Pokemon and I’ll let the police deal with you. But if I win you set Onix free.
The trainer stared for a minute surprised at the determination in Mike’s voice.
”Yeah sure I’ll battle you.”, the trainer said with equal determination,” You don’t look that tough anyway”
***
About a hundred yards away from the rest shack Mike faced the trainer , Carter. Onix lay on the side of the battle field obviously still in pain but definitely in better shape. Meanwhile Carter had withdrew his other Pokemon and was holding a fourth Pokeball in his hand. Houndour had recovered somewhat from their walk but was definitely not in the best of shape.
“You already know what I’m using“, Mike said as Houndour stepped onto the make-shift battle field,” So what’s your choice?”
“Don’t worry I wasn’t going to keep you waiting ”, Carter said, “ So here’s your answer. Go Ludicolo!”
The large water and grass type seemed to be lacking its normally cheerful attitude. Mike saw what looked like large bruises covering its body. Obviously a Pokemon that had not met its trainers expectations. Mike froze. Could he actually let himself beat Carter? Winning would mean freedom for Onix but would also mean that Ludicolo would be further tormented.
“I won’t fight you”, Mike uttered shamefully looking at the ground.
“I knew you’d forfeit”, Carter said,” You’re no where near good enough to beat me.”
“I won’t fight you because I would WIN”, Mike said,” If I beat your Ludicolo you would torture it for losing. I don’t think I could stand for you to torture one Pokemon if I was just doing it to save another.”
“Oh just drop the goodie goodie crap”, Carter said somewhat annoyed, “If it makes you feel better I’ll promise not to use my crappy Pokemon for training on if you win.”
Hearing those words seemed to lift Mike’s spirit somewhat. Sure he wasn’t out of the woods yet. But it also made Mark angry. Carter had been so sarcastic and uncaring. He had said that he wouldn’t hurt as if it wouldn’t matter if he did it or not. It made Mike sick.
“ Houndour use Crunch attack to knock down Ludicolo’s special defense! “Mike shouted suddenly! Houndour charged down the fields center. Its Crunch attack hit Ludicolo’s shoulder causing him to be thrown slightly off balance. Carter was not expecting such a fast paced attack and seemed to be just a shaken as his Pokemon. Mike decided to take advantage of this opening.
“Houndour use your Flamethrower“, Mike yelled to his Pokemon who at this point was far across the field.
Unfortunately as the attack was fired Carter seemed to snap out of his daze.
“Ludicolo block his puny fire attack with Water Sport!” Carter countered,” It was a good move but an expected one. Houndour had been ready and ducked beneath the Water Sport attack all the while making sure that she was still firing a steady stream of flame. By the time Ludicolo saw Houndour coming under its attack it was already feeling the burn. But Carter was unphased.
“Ludicolo while its at close range fire a Hydro Pump!” Carter ordered his Pokemon. The attack was fired right in Houndour’s direction and it was obvious that it would be impossible to miss.
“Houndour quickly use Smog so the attack doesn’t hit you full force!”, cried Mike. Houndour pulled the maneuver off seamlessly firing streams of smog from its nostrils and creating a cloud. Mike knew that Houndour would be hit but would not be badly hurt.
Ludicolo stared into the smog trying to train its eyes on Houndour’s location.
“Houndour while it still can’t see you fire a couple Flamethrowers out of the smog!” Ludicolo was unable to dodge the attacks because Houndour was constantly moving within the cloud. Ludicolo fell over as the final Flamethrower hit its body
“Ludicolo get up and use Fake out”, commanded Carter. Houndour’s timing couldn‘t have been worse. He had just burst from the smog quite close to Ludicolo hoping to launch a sneak attack. But instead Houndour tripped over itself and stumbled to the ground.
“Ludicolo finish it with Hydro Pump!” shouted Carter.
“I‘ll be the one finishing it.” said Mike, “Houndour jump up and clamp onto its head with Bite.” Houndour held on extra tight and easily dodged the attack.
“Now use Flamethrower to finish it!” Mike shouted in triumph. The attack hit Ludicolo’s head at full force. Houndour unclamped his jaw and Ludicolo fell to the ground unconscious.
The battle was over. Ludicolo and Carter were beaten. And Onix was free.
Mike is an average kid, his only dream to one day become the greatest known trainer on Earth. Constantly struggling to make a name for himself other than the son of the Dewford Gym’s new Leader, this black haired, hazel eyed youth dreams of one day surpassing his father and taking the position of Elite Four Champion.
"Houndour", Mike shouted," Use Flamethrower to finish Charmeleon!" Houndour obeyed, gathering what was left of its energy, it launched a long stream of fire at its opponent.
Charmeleon exhaled quickly as the attack hit as it fell unconscious and its trainer quickly withdrew his tired lizard like Pokemon.
"Good job Houndour", Mike said preparing to withdraw him as well," that’s another win for us."
"Wait a minute.", snapped his somewhat burly competitor," Who says you won?"
" My Pokemon beat your Pokemon", Mike responded, “Going by the official rulebook, that means I win."
"But you said an all out battle",continued his opponent," And I still have one Pokemon left."
***
Mike sat in one of the far corners of the Pokemon Center staring down a this food that one of the Blissey had brought.
"I lost", Mike thought. He knew it wasn't his fault that the match had been lost, and for that matter it wasn't Houndour's fault either. He had just been excited about the battle and had not remembered to set down the official rules.
"But that wasn't the only problem", he thought," If I hadn't been so overconfident in Houndour’s abilities I would have gone out and caught another Pokemon to help him in battle.” All the other trainers he‘d met had at least two Pokemon and normally three.
“If I had already gotten another Pokemon, I'm sure it could have defeated Bradley’s Absol" Mike thought.
Mike continued to think about his loss, and did notice as Nurse Joy approached his table.
"Your Pokemon is back in tip top shape." Nurse Joy said in a cheerful voice," Just be sure not to battle it so hard. it might have been severely injured if the battle had continued much longer."
" Sure whatever", Mike responded, as Nurse Joy wandered off.
“ I have to find another Pokemon to help my team,” thought Mike. “But where?”
***
Later that day Mike left the Pokemon Center and made his way towards his next destination. He had let Houndour out of its Pokeball so it could enjoy the fresh air. It sniffed around and seemed to enjoy itself.
However Mike wasn’t interested in the clear skies or beautiful weather. He was constantly scanning the trees that lined the path for any signs of a Pokemon. Whether it was scratch marks or even a Pokemon itself he wanted to know their were Pokemon nearby. He was so focused on searching for Pokemon it almost became obsessive. He probably wouldn’t have stopped hunting for Pokemon if he hadn’t looked at his Houndour.
Houndour was panting heavily. It was starting to walk slower and seemed very tired. Mike noticed that he was tired too. After checking the map he realized that a rest hut was coming up in about half a mile and they could rest their and regain their energy.
Mike and Houndour reached the rest hut about ten minutes later. It was pretty old and musty looking, but they knew that the shade inside would be a welcome relief from the scorching rays of the sun. The doors hinges creaked loudly and Mike was surprised that the hut hadn‘t collapsed from a such a simple action due to its fragile construction.
“Here Houndour have some water” Mike said as he poured some water from a canteen into a shallow dish.
Houndour greedily lapped up the water which seemed to parch her thirst. Mike pulled out a shrink wrapped sandwich and quickly devoured it.
“Keep drinking that water girl.” Mike said as he encouraged his Houndour to quench its thirst.” If you don’t you may get dehydra….” But Mike’s speech was cut short when he and Houndour heard an ear shattering thud coming from behind the shack. They heard another thud and quickly decided to check what it was. The scene was dreadful. . An Onix was laying on its back among several knocked down trees. A trainer was ordering his Pokemon around several feet from where the Onix lay.
“You know the drill Grovoyle use, Leaf Blade, Sneasel use Shadow Ball, and Girafarig use Crunch!” the trainer shouted. The Onix cringed as the three attacks slammed into its left flank. Mike could see that the Onix was already very beat up as if it had been fighting for many hours.
“What is wrong with you,” shouted Mike,” you’ve obviously weakened it enough so just throw the Pokeball already!
“Who said I was going to catch it”, responded the trainer in a slightly annoyed tone, “its already my Pokemon. I’m just using it to help my Pokemon to prepare for my next Gym Battle.”
“Your sick you know that”, Mike said,” If you’re going to train your Pokemon against themselves at least make it a fair fight. And what were you thinking attacking it when it was down.”
“I was giving it his just deserts”, responded the trainer,” He was the reason I lost my last battle. If any of my Pokemon ever cost me a victory their on punching bag duty until they redeem themselves.”
“That makes no sense you freak. I‘m going to stop you.” Mike said as his voice slowly changed from a disgusted one to a determined one, “So lets have a battle. One on One. If you win you can continue to abuse your Pokemon and I’ll let the police deal with you. But if I win you set Onix free.
The trainer stared for a minute surprised at the determination in Mike’s voice.
”Yeah sure I’ll battle you.”, the trainer said with equal determination,” You don’t look that tough anyway”
***
About a hundred yards away from the rest shack Mike faced the trainer , Carter. Onix lay on the side of the battle field obviously still in pain but definitely in better shape. Meanwhile Carter had withdrew his other Pokemon and was holding a fourth Pokeball in his hand. Houndour had recovered somewhat from their walk but was definitely not in the best of shape.
“You already know what I’m using“, Mike said as Houndour stepped onto the make-shift battle field,” So what’s your choice?”
“Don’t worry I wasn’t going to keep you waiting ”, Carter said, “ So here’s your answer. Go Ludicolo!”
The large water and grass type seemed to be lacking its normally cheerful attitude. Mike saw what looked like large bruises covering its body. Obviously a Pokemon that had not met its trainers expectations. Mike froze. Could he actually let himself beat Carter? Winning would mean freedom for Onix but would also mean that Ludicolo would be further tormented.
“I won’t fight you”, Mike uttered shamefully looking at the ground.
“I knew you’d forfeit”, Carter said,” You’re no where near good enough to beat me.”
“I won’t fight you because I would WIN”, Mike said,” If I beat your Ludicolo you would torture it for losing. I don’t think I could stand for you to torture one Pokemon if I was just doing it to save another.”
“Oh just drop the goodie goodie crap”, Carter said somewhat annoyed, “If it makes you feel better I’ll promise not to use my crappy Pokemon for training on if you win.”
Hearing those words seemed to lift Mike’s spirit somewhat. Sure he wasn’t out of the woods yet. But it also made Mark angry. Carter had been so sarcastic and uncaring. He had said that he wouldn’t hurt as if it wouldn’t matter if he did it or not. It made Mike sick.
“ Houndour use Crunch attack to knock down Ludicolo’s special defense! “Mike shouted suddenly! Houndour charged down the fields center. Its Crunch attack hit Ludicolo’s shoulder causing him to be thrown slightly off balance. Carter was not expecting such a fast paced attack and seemed to be just a shaken as his Pokemon. Mike decided to take advantage of this opening.
“Houndour use your Flamethrower“, Mike yelled to his Pokemon who at this point was far across the field.
Unfortunately as the attack was fired Carter seemed to snap out of his daze.
“Ludicolo block his puny fire attack with Water Sport!” Carter countered,” It was a good move but an expected one. Houndour had been ready and ducked beneath the Water Sport attack all the while making sure that she was still firing a steady stream of flame. By the time Ludicolo saw Houndour coming under its attack it was already feeling the burn. But Carter was unphased.
“Ludicolo while its at close range fire a Hydro Pump!” Carter ordered his Pokemon. The attack was fired right in Houndour’s direction and it was obvious that it would be impossible to miss.
“Houndour quickly use Smog so the attack doesn’t hit you full force!”, cried Mike. Houndour pulled the maneuver off seamlessly firing streams of smog from its nostrils and creating a cloud. Mike knew that Houndour would be hit but would not be badly hurt.
Ludicolo stared into the smog trying to train its eyes on Houndour’s location.
“Houndour while it still can’t see you fire a couple Flamethrowers out of the smog!” Ludicolo was unable to dodge the attacks because Houndour was constantly moving within the cloud. Ludicolo fell over as the final Flamethrower hit its body
“Ludicolo get up and use Fake out”, commanded Carter. Houndour’s timing couldn‘t have been worse. He had just burst from the smog quite close to Ludicolo hoping to launch a sneak attack. But instead Houndour tripped over itself and stumbled to the ground.
“Ludicolo finish it with Hydro Pump!” shouted Carter.
“I‘ll be the one finishing it.” said Mike, “Houndour jump up and clamp onto its head with Bite.” Houndour held on extra tight and easily dodged the attack.
“Now use Flamethrower to finish it!” Mike shouted in triumph. The attack hit Ludicolo’s head at full force. Houndour unclamped his jaw and Ludicolo fell to the ground unconscious.
The battle was over. Ludicolo and Carter were beaten. And Onix was free.