Call Of The Wild: A Specially Adapted Pokémon Version

[Knightblazer]

Call Of The Wild: A Specially Adapted Pokémon Version

Note: Before I start, this fic was approved by Zephyr, for those who feel that this fic should be stopped. This story is actually an adapted version of Call of the Wild written by Jack London. I do not own this story, but merely to change it to a more "Pokémon-ish" version, and share this story that I find very touching. Well, now that that's settled, let us begin.

Call Of The Wild
Writen by Jack London
In a specially adapted Pokémon version by Knightblazer

Chapter One
Lucifer is Betrayed​

The day that changed Lucifer’s life was just like any other day on Judge Miller’s house in Rustbro. The Judge called to him for an early morning walk, patting him briskly.

“Morning, Lucifer. How’s my big fellow?” the Judge would ask. As an answer, Lucifer tossed his large head, with its long, healthy icy-blue fur. His size-one hundred and twenty pounds-and his sleek icy fur came from his mother, a Dewgong. But it was his father, a Mightyena, who had given Lucifer his Mightyena form with its sleek body, keen senses and strong jaws.

Lucifer and the Judge visited the stables and the kennels, where the other Pokémon eyed the Mightyena enviously, wishing that they were the ones walking with the Judge instead. As they passed the swimming pool the Judge’s two sons, wet from a swim in the pool, invited him into the water. However, the Pokémon preferred a dignified walk with his best friend, the Judge. Their final stop was in the garden to see how the late autumn flowers were doing. Here, Manuel, the gardener’s helper, smiled to himself when he saw Lucifer. Only this man knew that this proud pet was having his last walk under the warm sun in Judge Miller’s house.

That night, after dinner, the Mightyena lay at the Judge’s feet in front of the old brick fireplace and watched the flames dancing about within the place. The old man sat beside him, scratching his ears and talking to Lucifer like an old friend, saying, “Lucifer, my boy, men are mad with gold fever. They’re deserting their families and running North to the icy region of Azura, but they’re not prepared for the bitter cold up there or the hardships of a half-developed, half-civilized region. But even now, some men will do anything for money.”

And at that same night, Manuel, beset by heavy gambling debts, proved just how right the Judge was.

After the Judge went to bed, Manuel called softly to Lucifer, who knew him to be a friend and responded to his call. With a quick move, Manuel doubled a rope around the Mightyena’s neck. Lucifer wore a soft, expensive red collar with his name and the Judge’s printed on it in bold, black letters, but the Pokémon had never felt a coarse rope like this one around him before. He looked up at Manuel questioningly, but the man averted his gaze and gave the rope a tug as he hurried out of the house to the road. Lucifer obeyed the tug and trotted swiftly alongside Manuel.

There, on the road, was a car waiting. Its engines were still running when the duo reached there. Manuel merely grunted as he opened the back door and tugged the Mightyena into the back seat with him. Lucifer climbed in willingly; he loved a ride in the car, but this seemed to be over in minutes. When Manuel hurried the Pokémon out of the car, Lucifer recognized the train station where trains came and went from different regions like Kanto, Orre and others. A burly man almost twice the size of Manuel was waiting in the shadows.

“You timed it pretty close,” he complained. “Train’s due about now.”

“I had to wait for the old man to go to bed.” Replied Manuel. “Where’s my money?”

The big man was ready and immediately gave Manuel a huge wad of notes, then reached for the rope that Lucifer was tied to. The Mightyena growled softly, but the man did not retreat at his warning. Instead, he quickly seized the rope ends and gave them a slight twist. While in the middle of another growl, Lucifer found his breath cut off. Now angry, the Pokémon tried to spring at the stranger, but he was easily cut halfway when the stranger grabbed him by the collar and easily flipped the Mightyena onto his back, and then tightened the rope. Lucifer struggled, but felt his strength ebbing away bit by bit when he could not breathe. His bright red eyes glazed, and his chest heaved in a desperate need for air. Then the Pokémon slumped down, unconscious. The Mightyena didn’t hear the train stop. Neither did he feel himself being lifted into the train.

Now a nightmare began for Lucifer. The big man rode beside him in the baggage car. At Lucifer’s first move towards him, the man tightened the rope, but once again the Mightyena knew nothing. In a daze he felt himself being lifted off the train and shoved roughly into a cage. The cage was then loaded onto another train and for two straight days and nights, Lucifer rode on the train. No one was there to give him food to eat or water to drink. Soon the Pokémon was sick from an inflammation in the poor Pokémon’s parched throat.

The Judge had always pampered Lucifer, so the Mightyena was shocked by the cruel treatment he was receiving from the big man. He was not quite unconscious from the rope twisting when he felt the man untying the rope. Lucifer gathered all the strength he could muster and bit down on the cruel hand. The man drew back and with a curse, kicked the Mightyena in the ribs. Lucifer fell into the abyss of darkness as the pain quickly shot through his body and slowly faded away…

Morning! Activity! Bustling in the baggage car! The Mightyena’s cage was thrown carelessly into a car and delivered into the back room of a saloon. Buck lifted his sick head and looked around, eyes wide in amazement. The room was crammed with many Pokémon of different species like Zangooses, Houndooms, a few Pidgeots and several other common flying species and many others, but majority of the Pokémon were Mightyenas like Lucied. All of the Mightyenas were large, but Lucifer was the biggest of all. And in the middle of the room sat Morgan, the man in charge of this place. He was not very tall, but he had wide, strong, shoulders. Most importantly, in between the man’s hands held a club.

This club that now lay in Morgan’s huge fist began Lucifer’s education for the new world he was entering.

 

[blackemerald]

Nice. This looks to be a very promising story. I found Lucifer a fitting name for the Mightyena as I see them as very malicious and territorial creatures so good job on that. I wonder what direction this is going to take as I have never read Call of the Wind and can see this spliting off into different paths.

Buck gathered all the strength he could muster and bit down on the cruel had.

I found two mistakes in this. First, unless I've missed something there is no character so far who is named Buck. I think you meant 'hand' on that last bit of the sentence.

As they passed the swimming pool, the Judge’s two sons, wet from a swim in the pool, invited him into the water, but the Pokémon preferred a dignified walk with his best friend, the Judge.

Too many commas here. Try this... As they passed the swimming pool the Judge’s two sons, wet from a swim in the pool, invited him into the water. However, the Pokémon preferred a dignified walk with his best friend, the Judge.

Overall, a good chapter.

~B.E

 

[Knightblazer]

Thanks. I am a little messed up, so I kinda got mixed up.

Anyway, Chapter Two is up!
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Chapter Two
A New Life​

The four men who had carried Lucifer’s cage let it down with a loud bang. One of them wiped a dirty hand across his forehead.

“Here’s a red-eyed monster for you, Morgan,” he said to man with the club.

Morgan got up from his chair and slowly walked over to Lucifer’s cage. The Mightyena stood up, barring his fangs. For the first time, the two opponents faced each other. Hate instantly flamed through Lucifer, strengthening the Pokémon’s weak body. The Mightyena hurled himself at the unyielding bars of his cage.

“Open it up!” ordered Morgan with a grim smile on his face that held no amusement.

“He’s awful mad,” protested one of the men. “Maybe you ought to let him calm down first.”

As an answer, Morgan sized a hatchet and chopped off the padlock on Lucifer’s cage with pone heavy, well-placed blow.

“Get outta the way!” shouted another, and all for of the cage carriers scattered themselves to the corners of the room. One of them even resorted to perching himself on another dog’s cage.

The Mightyena threw himself against the cage door once again, and it flew open. The Pokémon’s leap was broken for a second, but he soon regathered his powers and launched at Morgan like a rocket.

While he was in mid-air, snarling at the man with his jaws wide open, Lucifer received a shock on his back as if he had been struck by lightning. The Mightyena fell to the ground hard. A club before had never hit Lucifer, so he had no idea what had just happened. But in a second, the Pokémon was once again up and flying towards Morgan, but the terrible shock came again as the club in Morgan’s fist slammed across Lucifer’s shoulders, and he went down again.

However, this time the Mightyena knew that it was the club in the man’s fists was the one bringing him down. But however hard he tried to avoid it, the club always slammed down painfully on him every time Lucifer tried to leap at Morgan’s throat. The Pokémon never reached the man.

After a dozen or so blows, the Mightyena could no longer stand up, mush less spring at the man. Then Morgan advanced and after taking careful aim, used the club and hit Lucifer on the nose with full force. All the pain the Pokémon had received and endured earlier was nothing compared to the agony of this last one. That blow crumpled the Mightyena completely. Morgan, the room and the other dogs in their cages faded completely from his sight as Lucifer fell into the abyss of darkness…

When Lucifer’s senses returned, he was still lying on the spot where he had fallen. His collar had been stripped off, and was now in Morgan’s hand along with his club, and the man was reading his name. Then Morgan spoke in a voice that held no anger.

“Now, Lucifer, you know who is the master here. Behave, and there’ll be no clubbing.”

He reached out his left hand and patted the Mightyena on his bleeding head. The Pokémon did not even have the tiniest strength left to bite the man’s hand, even if he wanted to. Yet, though he hated Morgan, Lucifer did not want to bite him. The Mightyena understood now that he was under the Rule of the Club. The club had beaten him, but it had not broken him.

It was a lesson to be learned, the Mightyena reasoned within his mind. In his new life, no Pokémon could stand again a man who held a club. So Lucifer gladly accepted the food and water that Morgan brought him, and in the next few weeks, he made no move towards the man. The Mightyena simply ate, drank, rested, and gradually recovered as his many wounds slowly healed.

While Lucifer was recovering from his various wounds, he saw many other species of Pokémon, some of which he had never seen before, arrive daily. Other Pokémon also left daily after visits from a rough spoken man who looked at all of the dogs in the room, pointed at a few of them, and handed Morgan money. Helpers then came and carried the cages away from the room, and Lucifer never saw them again. These acts frightened the Mightyena, and after each time he was glad that the strangers did not point at him.

But then the day came when the Pokémon’s strength returned, and he looked once again like the healthy dog that frolicked about under the warm sun in Judge Miller’s estate.

Morgan was showing a small man around the room. The man could speak English, but it was heavily accented with French and moved quickly from cage to cage. He needed only a glance to decide “yes” or “no” about a Pokémon. He then stopped in front of Blitzaura.

Blitzaura was a good-natured Manectric who had arrived some time later then Lucifer. She was a bit smaller than the average Manectric and her skin was a shade paler then the others as well. Unlike the Mightyena, she had easily settled down to Morgan’s routine of food, no exercise and most importantly, no trouble at all.

Now the stranger looked at Blitzaura’s teeth and feet. He felt her legs and chest, and the Manectric bore the examination patiently, her eyes trusting.

“She good Pokémon. I take her,” said the man. He then passed by the next four cages quickly, but when he stopped in front of Lucifer’s, he drew a deep breath in surprise. His eyes lit up, and he smiled.

“Hey now, Morgan,” said the stranger, “Here is a wonderful Mightyena. Heavy with strong muscles for work. Good furry coat protect him from frost. Where you find one like this?”

Morgan scowled. “No questions here. If you want this Pokémon, then pay up.”

The man knelt down and opened Lucifer’s cage. With a gentle hand, he felt the Mightyena’s chest and open his mouth to examine Lucifer’s teeth, then he examined each of his paws. Lucifer stood quietly, know that Morgan and his club was close by. The Mightyena trembled because he felt-no, he knew that he would soon be leaving with this stranger. Though he hated Morgan, at least the man and the roomful of dogs were something he was used to.

Though Lucifer had no suffered any more ill treatment after Morgan’s awful beating, the Mightyena had not received any friendliness as well. But now this stranger -who was running a calloused hand under the Pokémon’s chin- had a kind touch and kind eyes that reminded Lucifer of Judge Miller.

“Ah, you know friend, do you not?” asked the man whilst rubbing in the back of the Pokémon’s ear. Then the man asked Morgan how much Lucifer was worth.

“Three hundred,” was the reply, “You should be able to afford it. This Pokémon is one a thousand.”

The stranger then got up, went up to Morgan and handed him the money. “Not one in a thousand. This Mightyena is one in ten thousand. Let’s go.”

Lucifer’s cage was latched, and Morgan’s helpers carried it to the wagon, which was waiting outside. Then Blitzaura’s age was lifted on. The two Pokémon exchanged a look to each other, a look that combined fear and excitement. Their eyes followed the little man as he got into the front seat of the wagon.

The two Pokémon never looked back. That part of their lives was over. Now they were only concerned about their future.