Story Level: Medium
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Notes: Story Deal for Kirethidae
Igniting the Winter Flame
It’s been said that there are two kinds of people in the world: those that strive for friendship and peace with Pokemon and those that only seek the creatures’ power. The former better the lives of the Pokemon in the world; the Breeders, who help them bring newborns to this world, or the Rangers, who help Pokemon in need with the use of other Pokemon that are willing to help. The latter has often been represented by various “teams”, like Team Rocket, Team Aqua, or Team Magma, all of whom will use any means to achieve the most powerful, most legendary Pokemon; they do not care who they harm in the process. No matter how many ways there are that these people differ, however, they are categorized by one single word: Trainers. These Pokemon Trainers are often defined by the ultimate power: friendship. A young, female Trainer learned the difference between good and evil, between friendship and villainy, when her best friend was stolen from her.
“Come on, Vulpix!”
Winter was a simple girl. She didn’t need many material things to make her happy; she just needed her Pokemon. This day she sat in the cool green grass with the wind blowing through her brunette hair. She played in the ground with her Vulpix, who happened to be her best friend. The little Vulpix ran ceased its running around Winter when she called it, stopping its little, red, fox-like body to stare at Winter with its big, beautifully stone eyes. Its ears flopped a little when it stopped, but its six fiery, curled tails continued to blow with the breeze. The little Vulpix slowly walked over to Winter, nudged her arm a bit, and then laid its head down upon her leg. Winter scratched it absentmindedly behind the ears as she looked around the field at the rustling bushes and blooming cherry blossoms, the sun smiling brightly down on them.
“You know Vulpix,” Winter started. “You’re the best Pokemon in the world.”
“Vulpix!” Vulpix responded.
“But don’t tell my other Pokemon,” said Winter in a mock whisper, putting her hand to her mouth and following it up with an exaggerated wink.
Vulpix laughed and then rolled over to permit Winter to rub its stomach. And so she did, quietly thinking that nothing could ruin this nice day. Then, as though right on cue, a dot appeared in the sky. It grew larger and larger, high above the tress, until Winter spotted it. She pointed up at the thing now and showed Vulpix.
“Hey Vulpix, look at that thing up there,” Winter stated.
“Pix?” Vulpix responded, looking up at the spot obscuring part of the bright blue sky.
It continually grew larger, becoming a silhouette of a Pokemon with big, beating wings. It came closer and closer and closer, until…
“Is that a giant Fearow?!” Winter exclaimed.
So it was. An enormous Fearow flew down from the distant sky. Its gigantic brown wings flapped in the air and a huge red mohawk-like protrusion rose from its oval head. A long, grooved, beige beak extended from the front of the head, open, and its beady black eyes scanned the area. Something, however, was wrong. Its eyes moved in random directions, completely out of sync with each other. Its mouth seemed to have something in the back of it that looked like a hinge. It flew closer and closer still, and it seemed that it was…
“It’s coming right for us, Vulpix!”
They dove out of the way just in time, Winter clutching Vulpix to her blue-shirted chest. The giant Fearow’s beak drove into the soil, leaving the massive Pokemon quivering a bit, stuck in the ground, beak-first. Its wings suddenly emitted steam where they met its body and then folded unnaturally (upside-)down to the ground with a loud pat. Doors seemed to have appeared at its sides, and two people emerged from them, sliding down the wings as though they’ve trained for this. They landed, standing tall over Winter. One was a man with shoulder-length, lank black hair and a small goatee. His thin face was complimented by his small shoulders. The other was a slender woman, with long, navy hair and a pretty, yet mean face. Both wore outfits comprised of white tight-suits that extended onto their feet and hands, and ended at the top part of their necks. They wore red jackets with a golden L emblazoned on the back. The stood back-to-back with their arms crossed.
“To win the battles across the land,” began the man, with a dark, smooth, sorrowful voice.
“To control the world with mighty hands,” continued the woman in a voice filled with malice.
“Finding the myths in the seas and skies above.”
“And bringing them here to the places we love.”
“Randall,” stated the man, turned from the back-to-back position to face Winter, who still sat on the ground, surprised.
“Carly,” followed the woman.
“To capture the world’s most powerful strengths,” continued Randall.
“And we will really go to any lengths,” Carly stated.
“Team Legends!” They proclaimed together. “We will reign!”
Winter scrambled to her feet, looking at these odd visitors with a wide stare. Vulpix, on the other hand (after jumping off Winter), simply looked with a strange curiosity.
“Team Legends?” Winter inquired.
“Yes,” replied Randall. “We travel, collecting Pokemon needed to obtain the legendary Pokemon of the world for our boss. In this way, we will control the world with an iron fist.”
“And w-why are you here?” Winter asked, slightly afraid.
“We require your Vulpix,” responded Carly.
“Yes,” Randall said nonchalantly, as though discussing his dinner arrangements. “We require many various Fire Pokemon in order to awaken a legendary Fire Pokemon in Stark Mountain, and a Ninetales is strangely difficult to capture. Therefore, we must take your Vulpix and evolve it.”
“But you can’t take my Vulpix! She’s mine!”
“O’ contrare,” retorted Randall. “You simply own its Pokeball. But that can be quickly remedied. Come, Tangrowth!”
Randall threw forward a shining, red-and-white Pokeball that opened in midair, emitting a glowing red beam that threw out a large, bluish Pokemon. Vines grew from the top of its head, all the way down to its waist, and all around it, excluding its eyes over its eyes which was all Winter could see in the tangle of a body. Its legs were pure black, ending in bright pink, cylindrical feet that matched its bright pink fingertips. Now it was Carly’s turn.
“Out, Manectric!” She ordered, throwing her Pokeball out as well.
The Pokemon that came from this Pokeball looked somewhat like a dog. It was bright blue, with a giant yellow spike on its head and more spikes on its waist and ankles. Its tail was a long point and its eyes glowed red with some hatred. After Manectric had appeared, Randall and Carly donned sunglasses and put large shades on Tangrowth.
“Manectric, Flash!” Carly ordered.
“Ah!” Winter screamed.
A blinding white filled the area, completely blinding Winter and Vulpix. Through the nothingness, Winter heard a deep voice shout.
“Tangrowth, Vine Whip and grab it.”
Winter yelled and then grasped down. She had to get Vulpix. They wouldn’t get Vulpix. Lucky, with a quick sigh of relief, she found Vulpix and pulled it up to her chest tightly, letting nothing get to it. Then, to her generally strange happiness, nothing seemed to grasp Vulpix, though she felt a tiny moment of tugging on her hip. As the white subsided, Winter was still clutching on to Vulpix, and Randall and Carly were still standing in front of her, though the Tangrowth and the Manectric were gone.
“What was that all about?” Winter yelled.
“This,” Randall calmly replied, holding up a gleaming Pokeball in his hand.
“So? It’s your Pokeball! Why should that matter?”
“Ah, you are wrong,” he irritatingly responded. “It is a Pokeball, yes. But it is yours.”
Randall said this while clicking the white button on the front of the Pokeball. A jet of red light erupted from it, engulfing Vulpix and sending it into the Pokeball. Then, Randall laid his finger upon a hidden black button on the back of the Pokeball.
“Vulpix, you are released.”
And the Pokeball released a blue light, and Vulpix appeared once more.
“What did you just do?” Winter screamed while on the verge of tears, knowing Randall’s coming response before he said it.
“I have released your Vulpix. Now you cannot return it and, once it is properly weakened, we may recapture it ourselves. Here,” he said, throwing Winter the empty Pokeball. “I no longer have need for this.”
Through this, Vulpix said nothing. It simply continued to look up at Team Legends (and now Winter) with mild curiosity, its head tilted to one side. Winter was in complete shock as Carly crouched down with a small, metal disk and laid it on Vulpix’s back. Carly then pressed a button on the disk’s top.
Winter originally thought it had exploded (hence her shocked and angry response), but then saw otherwise. Her “no”, however, was justified. The disk had not exploded, but a net had exploded from it, wrapping itself around Vulpix, fitting perfectly like a crosshatched tight-suit. Vulpix could not move its limbs, but it wiggled in an attempt to get free, and weak attempts at speech could be heard as whimpers from its closed red mouth. Just as suddenly as the net has erupted from the disk, a chain flew out of Randall’s sleeve, attaching itself to Vulpix’s binds. Randall them firmly gripped the chain and turned, chain over his shoulder. He then spoke without turning around.
“Thank you for your Pokemon. It will not go to waste, we thank you for your time, etcetera, etcetera.”
He gave a lazy flick of his hand goodbye, as though swatting an irksome fly, and Team Legends began to walk away.
“You can’t do this!” Cried Winter.
But Team Legends did not stop walking. Randall simply gave another flick of his hand.
“We just did,” he replied languidly, raising his voice a bit to cover their distance.
No matter what she said, however, they dragged Vulpix into the doors of their giant, robotic Fearow. Winter gave chase, as fast she could, and ran up the wing-ramps to the doors and held them open, shouting at the top of her voice.
“Oh no you don’t!”
She screamed with strain as she held open the closing door, Randall staring at her in surprise and shock. Carly was nowhere to be seen, and had evidently gone further somewhere into the Fearow to tinker with controls. Vulpix continued to attempt escape with small whimpers and shakes.
“O-Open,” Randall stammered.
The doors opened willingly and Winter stood in the doorway, panting. She walked in to face Randall. The room that she entered looked like a ballroom. It was perfectly cylindrical, matching the outside of the Fearow’s body. The walls and floor were a cold, unforgiving metallic gray and there seemed to be no controls. However, four to six doors circled the room, leading to the belief that the controls were in other rooms. Winter stared at Randall, face-to-face, blue eyes to black.
“I want Vulpix back,” she said firmly, trying to keep her voice from shaking with fear and anger.
“Well you cannot have it,” Randall replied calmly. “As I told you before, Ninetales are shockingly hard to find, let alone capture, so we must evolve-“
“But why my Vulpix? We not just catch one?”
“Because, simple girl,” he began with the faintest hint of a smirk. “That we mean we would have to train it to follow us and to teach it new moves, neither of which we want to do. We have also heard word that there was a girl going around, beating various gym leaders. And so we found you. We knew your Vulpix would be nicely powered. And was it? Yes. Was it also easy to capture? Yes.”
“Am I gonna get my Vulpix back? You bet I will!”
“Ha!” Scoffed Randall, finally showing some emotion through his evil smile. “I would very much like you try. Come out once more, Tangrowth!”
The massive tangle of vines erupted once more from Randall’s Pokeball, stomping firmly on the ground between Winter and Randall.
“What will you do now?”
At this, Winter actually laughed. “What? You think I don’t have any other Pokemon? Absol, time to battle!”
At this, a second red light came, this time from Winter’s blue-and-white Great Ball. A Pokemon landed on the metal floor and reared back on its clawed hind legs. Its shape was that of a wolf with a flat, stone-colored face. Its mouth was none too visible, and its small red eyes looked at Tangrowth with a righteous fury. On the right side of its head, its fur fell like side bangs on a human. On the left, a large spike curved up towards to ceiling. An oval-shaped gem gleamed on its forehead.
“No matter,” Randall said dismissively. “Tangrowth, Bind!”
As Tangrowth’s vines lashed out to grab Absol, Absol’s gem shined brightly. Tangrowth’s attempt at Bind simply withdrew, as though bouncing off an invisible bubble around Absol.
“Now use Future Sight, Absol! Then Flamethrower!”
Absol’s gem gleamed profoundly once more, followed by a jet of fire shooting from it.
“Tangrowth, quickly! Protect!” Randall, shouted, sudden worry evident in his voice. “Then destroy that damn Absol with Power Whip!”
This time it was not vines that bounced away, but the flames. They simply dissipated around Tangrowth, as though a shield surrounded it. Tangrowth’s arms vines then grew multiple sizes larger and slammed on top of Absol, crushing him down to the cold steel.
“Absol!” Yelled Winter.
“Ha! You see what happens when you challenge Team Legends?” Mocked Randall.
Winter was in a saddened shock. She couldn’t understand how she would win. She brought out the Pokeball at her waist as a habit: Vulpix’s old Pokeball. She didn’t know how-
“That’s it,” she whispered.
“What?” Randall scoffed. “Going to throw your tears at me?”
Winter threw her Pokeball at the netted Vulpix.
Randall screamed at Tangrowth. “Quick, hit it away, Tangrowth!”
But Tangrowth’s vine did not make it to the Pokeball. It stopped absurdly in mid-reach, finally feeling intense pain. Future Sight had finally hit it. The Pokeball continued to fly through the air, and finally landed with a thunk on Vulpix. It sucked it in, in a flash of red light. It was as though time had stopped. Winter and Randall froze in their stances, watching the Pokeball shake. Absol and Tangrowth both glanced up as well, watching from the floor.
“Please…” whispered Winter.
Once, it shook…
Twice, it shook again…