Episode 1: Spring Stealing
The weight of the large camera pulled at the thick strap around Ben's neck, causing a bit of pain as he stealthily climbed up a weed-covered hill. He pushed his somewhat-long brown hair off his forehead and wiped away some perspiration that had gathered there. When he reached the top of the hill, he sat down and rested against a great large tree. He then slipped his camera out of his back-pack and flipped through the pictures he had recently taken.
“I couldn’t have picked a better day,” Ben sighed contently as he listened to the chirps of the Taillow and the far off buzzing of the Beedrill. “Sounds like spring has sprung,” he whispered to himself.
"Odd oddiiiiish!" A high-pitched voice suddenly rang into Ben's ears above the chirping and buzzing. He quickly dropped down to his knees and scanned the small clearing below. A tiny Oddish was dancing around cheerily amongst the beautiful, newly grown spring flowers. Ben popped the lens cap off his camera and then moved the eye-piece silently up to his dark brown eye. He pulled the tiny switch on the top of the camera causing it to whir lightly as it zoomed in closer to the unaware blue Pokémon. He slowly clicked the button down a few times, capturing the Oddish in a mid-air twirl above the red and yellow flowers below. Ben then pulled the camera away to check his work on the small screen.
"Hmm... not bad. Just a few more..." he thought to himself.
"ODDDDDD!" A scream interrupted his thought and his eyes quickly shot down to the clearing. An ominous looking man, with a black mask on, had tossed a large net over the Oddish and was now dragging it across the flowering field harshly.
“Stop!” Ben shouted furiously as he slid down the other side of the hill and into the clearing. The man halted immediately and turned to see where the command had come from.
“This is none of your business young man,” The gruff man’s voice shouted over toward Ben. “If you leave now I’ll pretend I never saw you.”
“Terre, come on out!” Ben shouted angrily as he tossed a Pokéball from his belt to the soft, lush grass. A bright light engulfed the ball as soon as it hit the ground. It then flew back into Ben’s hand. The light hastily faded revealing a small ferocious looking orange-brown Pokémon.
“Trap… innnnch,” Ben’s Trapinch, Terre, yawned as he looked around, wondering why he had been rudely awakened.
“Stupid move, boy,” the man said reaching at his own belt for two Pokéballs. He then threw them both to the ground, revealing a very angry looking Cubone and a mischievous looking Poochyena.
“Crud…” Ben mumbled under his breath. “Terre use Dig!” he then shouted determinedly. The Trapinch hopped into the air, and then dove headfirst into the ground, chewing a large hole with his massive jaws as he sunk in and disappeared.
“Cubone, use Bonemerang on this idiot! And Poochyena take out his legs with a tackle!” The man shouted with a sly grin on his shady face.
“Terre, help!” Ben cried as the Cubone’s bone was sent soaring directly at him, alongside the sinister looking Poochyena. Terre jumped out of the ground a few feet from where it had gone under, but it was too late, Ben was pounded by both attacks and sent hurdling onto his back. He then blacked out.
“Bulba…saur saur…” A raspy voice rang into Ben’s ears as he came back to consciousness about twenty minutes later.
“Ughh… what kind of a low-life uses Pokémon to attack humans…” Ben groaned, rubbing the newly forming bruise on his chest. “Terre, are you okay?” Ben asked nervously as he realized he had left the Pokémon alone when he was knocked out.
“Terre?” Ben asked sitting up quickly. “You’re not Terre,” he said aloud looking at the Bulbasaur that had awakened him. Ben quickly scanned the clearing for his large-jawed ally. “That man must’ve taken him…” he let out, grinding his teeth in rage.
“Sauuur…” The Bulbasaur whined, staring sadly up at Ben.
“What’s wrong… and where did you come from?” Ben asked, slightly surprised by the wild Bulbasaur’s bold manner, fearlessly coming up to him.
“Saur…bulba saur…” the Bulbasaur tilted his head toward the trotted-upon grass where the net that contained the Oddish had been dragged.
“He left a trail!” Ben exclaimed excitedly. “But why are you helping me?” Ben confusedly asked the Bulbasaur. “Was… was that Oddish your friend?”
“Bulba bulba!” The Bulbasaur nodded vigorously with a determined look in his great blue eyes.
“Alright then, let’s go get your friend back… and my Terre…” Ben replied. His own eyes were now filled with determination, and he hoisted himself up to his feet.
Ben and the wild Bulbasaur jogged along the grassy trail, trying to catch up with the Poké-thief. They crossed into a deep forest, with buds growing on all the awakening trees.
“Bulba… saurrrrrr!” The Bulbasaur suddenly growled. Ben looked over to see what the matter was. The Bulbasaur was sniffing around the trunk of a very large tree. Ben walked over and noticed food wrappers and the remains of a small fire.
“There’s still some embers in this fire… they mustn’t have gotten far.” Ben said to the Bulbasaur, his hopes were now raised.
The two continued to follow the drag marks that the net had made. They then heard some rustling about twenty feet ahead.
“Get in there you stupid thing!” A man’s voice called out.
“Wait!” Ben whispered to the Bulbasaur as it was about to run off toward the shouting. Ben slipped his camera out of his back-pack and looked through the eye-piece. He then pulled the zoom switch once again.
“It’s him…” Ben began, “he’s shoving my Trapinch into a metal cage… and Oddish is still stuck in that net.” Bulbasaur had heard enough, he once again began to take off toward the man. “Wait wait!” Ben insisted. “His Pokémon are strong, we have a better chance of getting Terre and Oddish back if we go around and surprise him.” Bulbasaur nodded in agreement.
“Okay, he’s sitting up against a tree and using a Pokénav to call someone. Let’s go around and make our move now,” Ben instructed, before turning his camera off and sliding it back into its case.
After Ben and Bulbasaur had quietly moved around behind the thief, Ben began to whisper a plan to his makeshift partner. “Can you do a Razor Leaf attack Bulbasaur?” He questioned. The Bulbasaur nodded proudly. “Alright, when I say, you Razor Leaf the net to free your friend and then hurry out of here while I grab the cage and distract that Poké-thief.”
“…yeah I got an Oddish and some idiot kids’ Trapinch!” The man chuckled into his Pokénav. “I’ll be back to the cabin in about fifteen to twenty minutes…”
“Now!” Ben shouted as he began to run for the cage.
“Bulba!” Bulbasaur roared, leaping into the air and firing razor-sharp leaves into the net, snapping the cords with ease. The Oddish happily climbed out and ran behind his bulb-backed buddy. “Bulba bulba!” Bulbasaur instructed the small, blue weed Pokémon of the plan quickly. The two began to hurry off.
Ben grabbed the cage from the man and was beginning to retreat back into the forest when he heard the two Pokéballs hit the soft, muddy ground.
“Poochyena, bite attack now!” The man cried furiously. Ben rolled to the left dodging the black wolf’s first attack. He then scrambled to his feet and continued his attempt to escape with Terre.
“Again!” The man yelled with even more rage in his voice. This time the Poochyena leaped up and bit firmly onto Ben’s arm. Ben cried out in pain as Terre’s cage fell to the ground.
“Get off me!” Ben shouted, shaking his arm back and forth with all his might.
“Alright, make sure this fool doesn’t follow us again Cubone! Bonemerang... and aim for his head this time!” The man grinned maniacally.
Ben’s terrified glance shot over to the angry looking Cubone, who launched an arch-shaped bone from his hand directly at Ben’s face. Ben closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. A loud crack rang throughout the woods. Ben opened his eyes to see that the Bulbasaur had returned and used its vines to whip the bone out of the air.
The Poochyena let go of Ben’s arm and dropped to the ground, ferociously growling at the Bulbasaur. “Bulba!” Bulbasaur shouted. He then used one of his vine whips to grab the cage key off of the Poké-thief and toss it to Ben before Poochyena dove into him with a harsh take-down attack.
Ben quickly unlocked the cage, freeing Terre from his tiny prison. “Now I’m pissed…” Ben said angrily as he looked at the wounded Bulbasaur on the ground. “Terre use Sand Tomb on that filthy mutt!” Terre burrowed underground without hesitation. The Poochyena howled in fear as it suddenly began to sink into the dirt.
“Cubone, get him out of there!” The black-masked man shouted. Cubone ran over and stretched out his bone over the quicksand, pulling the sinking wolf out.
“Not so fast… Terre use Crunch on the Cubone!” Ben shouted. The mighty little Trapinch popped out of the ground inches away from the bone-wielding Pokémon and latched on to him with his powerful jaws.
“Cu!” The Cubone yelped in pain as it doubled over on the ground. The man growled angrily as he tossed a Pokéball over to retrieve his fallen monster.
“This isn’t over! Poochyena Sand-Attack!” the man bellowed. The Poochyena immediately kicked some of the quicksand up into Terre’s eyes causing him to stumble around blindly. “Now finish it with Take-Down!” The Poochyena tossed its body with full force in the direction of the temporarily blind-sighted Trapinch.
“Quick! Use Dig Terre!” Ben shouted anxiously. The Trapinch hastily burrowed beneath the surface causing the black wolf to fly right overhead and into a large tree.
“Grr… this isn’t over!” The man cried angrily as he called back his Poochyena. He then ran over and picked up the fallen Bulbasaur. “I’ll be taking this,” he snickered as he ran off into the woods.
“Bulbasaur!” Ben shouted. “We have to…” he then felt light-headed. He noticed that his arm was bleeding pretty heavily where the Poochyena had bitten him. Terre hurried over to his side and pulled a small first aid kit out of Ben’s backpack.
“Thanks Terre, but we have to stop that guy! There’s no time to get bandaged up…” Ben said weakly, as he climbed to his feet. He wobbled for a second and then fell back down. “Alright, I’ll just wrap this up to stop the bleeding, but then we have to follow him!”
“Trap in in nch,” Terre agreed.
After a quick bandage job around his arm, Ben stood up. He was still a little woozy, but began to jog after the man with nevertheless. Terre followed unwaveringly in tow. They soon came to another small clearing with a fairly large cabin.
“Shhh…” Ben whispered to Terre, still holding his arm where the bandage was wrapped. Ben and Terre crept up to the window and peered in. The Poké-thief was talking to a large burly man who looked like he was in charge of the operation. The Bulbasaur was now conscious, but he was trapped in a cage similar to the one Terre was previously stuck in.
“Hmm…” Ben pondered aloud to himself. “I’ve got an idea, Terre,” he then smirked, looking at his camera.
A few minutes later the door to the cabin burst open and both men immediately turned to see what the ruckus was. A blinding flash of light suddenly exploded from the doorway and both men shouted as they covered their eyes and grimaced.
“Terre, now!” Ben shouted to his small bear-trap-like Pokémon. Ben then clicked the flash on his camera back off and shoved it into his bag. The Trapinch flew at the Poké-thief’s belt, grabbed the key and brought it back to Ben quickly. “Good job, buddy,” Ben congratulated his Pokémon before hurrying over to Bulbasaur’s cage and unlocking it.
“Bulba saur saur!” Bulbasaur cried, thanking Ben for his effort.
“Not so fast!” The burly man called out in a furious voice. His sight was now coming back to him and he reached for a Pokéball at his waist. “Is this the kid you mentioned before, Cliff?” He asked, with the Pokéball in hand.
“…Yeah… that’s the punk that caused all this trouble Mr. Bane,” Cliff replied in an irritated voice. Mr. Bane then tossed his Pokéball to the cabin floor causing another bright light to swallow up the interior. When the light faded, a large white Pokémon, with a black face and sickle on its’ head stood in the center of the large cabin.
“Sooool,” The white Pokémon called fiercely.
“Looks like we’re going to have to battle our way out of here guys,” Ben said confidently to Terre and Bulbasaur. The two Pokémon both called back their names in agreement. “Here’re some sitrus berries to recharge your batteries,” Ben said as he tossed a berry to each of his Pokémon from his back-pack. They both respectively caught the berries and chewed them down.
“Watch-out boss, this guy’s tougher than he looks,” Cliff grumbled to Mr. Bane.
“Absol’s also stronger than your Pokémon,” Mr. Bane grinned darkly as he replied.
“Okay, Terre use Sand Tomb!” Ben shouted without wavering, “…and Bulbasaur can you do another Razor Leaf attack?”
Terre dug into the ground outside the cabin and disappeared. Bulbasaur vaulted into the air and sent razor sharp leaves out from beneath the bulb on his back, directly at the Absol.
“Absol, use double team!” The burly man commanded instantly. The white Pokémon suddenly multiplied into three. Bulbasaur’s knife-sharp leaves cut right through one of the illusionary Absols, causing it to disappear.
All of the sudden, the rotting floorboards of the large old cabin began to creek and crackle until they snapped and disappeared into quicksand below the remaining two Absols.
“Good job Terre!” Ben shouted joyously as he watched the enemy Pokémon struggle as it sunk into the thick sand.
“Absol, use quick attack to get out of there!” Mr. Bane growled angrily as Cliff mubled an “I told you so” under his breath. Absol built up energy, and then with a great burst of speed, and flurry of sand particles, the shaggy Pokémon flew out of the sand trap and landed gracefully on its feet. “Haha, good job Absol. Now use slash on that wretched Trapinch!” Mr. Bane commanded in a booming voice. Absol dove through the air with incredible speed and used the sickle on its head to slash Terre, sending him toppling over into the cabin wall.
“Terre! Are you alright?” Ben shouted in horror. The small Trapinch hopped back to its stubby little feet and shook off the pain, giving a quick nod to Ben.
“Absol, don’t let up! Use Razor Wind on it!” The man interrupted loudly. Absol jumped back a little and took a firm position on the cabin floor as it gathered energy.
“Don’t let it attack!” Ben cried. But before Terre could fully regain his balance the Absol leaped into the air ready to release its harsh wind-blast. However, the Pokémon suddenly stopped in mid-air, dropped back down to the floor, and looked over at the Bulbasaur, sniffing vigorously.
“Wha…” Ben started, but then he realized Bulbasaur had used his Sweet Scent attack to attract Absol’s attention. Without warning, the Absol then shook the sickle on its head creating a lightning-quick slice of air that slammed into Bulbasaur.
“They can’t keep this up… I’ve got to figure out a way to end this now,” Ben thought to himself nervously. “I’ve got it!” he then said aloud. “Bulbasaur can you hurl Trapinch at Absol with your vine whips?”
“Bulba,” Bulbasaur nodded, shaking off the last powerful attack from Absol. Vines then shot out of his bulb and tightly latched around Terre, ready to toss him into the air on Ben’s command.
“Absol, Double Team again!” Mr. Bane shouted determinedly. Absol replicated itself into three once more. “It was a good idea, just not good enough foolish young man,” he snickered.
“Haha, you’ve got this one in the bag,” Cliff chuckled.
“Alright Terre, charge up for a Hyper Beam! Bulbasaur toss him into the air now!” Ben called out. Bulbasaur immediately tossed the small orange-brown Pokémon into the air as Terre took in a deep breath. “Alright, try and hit all three of them with your beam!” Ben shouted. Mr. Bane opened his mouth to try and react with a command but was so taken aback by the unexpected commands that nothing came to mind in time. An immensely powerful white beam shot out of Terre’s great mouth as he soared through the air. He turned his head, aiming it as he flew, to hit the first Absol, the second, and then finally the last. The first two Absols vanished into thin air, but the third was pounded harshly and flew rigidly into the hard cabin wall.
Mr. Bane mumbled something angrily under his breath before calling back his Absol and informing his partner in crime that they were getting out of here.
“You haven’t seen the last of us,” Cliff cliché-ingly cried as he ran out the back door behind Mr. Bane’s large figure.
“We took care of them, didn’t we guys?” Ben said with a wide smile on his face. The two Pokémon grinned back tiredly. Ben then winced, remembering the still-bleeding wound on his arm. “Heh, now how am I going to make it to the nearest Poké-center,” he smirked weakly.
“Bulba bulba!” The Bulbasaur replied proudly.
“Too bad I can’t understand your idea…” Ben said, chuckling a bit as he took a seat against the wall.
“What is it Oddish?” A woman’s voice chimed in the cabin door. Ben turned to see who it was. The Oddish from before then entered the cabin with a young woman behind it.
“Oh my, are you alright?” She gasped at the sight of Ben’s arm.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Ben replied. “But how did you find me? Did this Oddish…” Ben continued.
“This little guy was hopping around, screaming something terrible until I started to follow him, thinking something must be wrong,” the young woman cut in. “I guess he was right,” she added with a warm smile.
“Bulba!” The Bulbasaur croaked with a wide grin.
“Did you tell Oddish to get help?” Ben asked slyly. The Bulbasaur nodded proudly. “It seems I owe this brave Bulbasaur my life,” Ben said to the young woman with another weak smile.
“Well, you can thank him after we get you to a Poké-center for some stitches,” the young woman replied.
After the young woman (who later introduced herself as Claire) had helped Ben to the Pokécenter to get fixed up, the two of them, Bulbasaur, and Oddish, sat in the large foyer relaxing from their grand adventure.
“You might want to take it easy for a little while now Ben,” Claire said, playing a bit with her long dirty-blonde hair.
“That’s fairly unlikely,” Ben replied. “I’m a Poké-Photographer. If I take a break I might miss a fantastic picture,” he smiled.
Then turning his eyes down to Bulbasaur he asked, “How can I ever repay you for all your help Bulbasaur?” “Wait,” he then added, an idea coming to his mind, “…maybe… well this is if you’d like to, you could come along with me and Terre on our journey to be the world’s best Poké-Photographer! You would always have a nice place to stay and good food to eat,” Ben pleaded.
Bulbasaur replied with a…
(I know it's short for the target Pokemon, but I thought I'd give it a try since I put a lot of effort into the writing and story. Hopefully it gets by on that because I like it the way it is [without unneeded lengthening] but let me know if it is too short. Thank you for your time, hope you liked it