Encyclopika
The Queen
Yay! The second story in the Eevee Trilogy - second to Umbreona.
This story is about a Jolteon that learns a few things about life through experience. It's a oneshot (5 Word Document pages), so I hope you stay to read. ^^
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Joltarrow the Rogue Fighter
Rated PG-13
I keep on rolling over. I can’t get to sleep, not after what happened yesterday. Oh no. I twist and turn, but the thoughts keep racing back to me. I open my dark eyes and look ahead to Stevo, my human. He’s lying, sprawled out on the old couch against the wall. Ai Ai, our Aipom friend, is sleeping on top of his belly. Those two are the only ones I could give a damn about in the whole world. After everything that we’ve been through, there’s no one else to trust. We always get by.
Our pad is a dump. We live in an abandoned apartment on Old Main Street. It’s not necessarily your friendly neighborhood. Our place is a three room apartment on the second floor. We got a kitchen where the appliances Stevo got a hold of are rusting away, a small bathroom and living room. That’s what we call home. The walls have really old wallpaper on them. I mean, it’s peeling off the walls its so god damn old. And it always smells like crap. I mean, literally crap. Smells like something died there. But that’s what we call home and we’re just a tight little family. Yep.
Stevo’s a good kid. He’s pretty tall, but small for his age. He’s got a short brown mane, big green eyes, and a thin body. He always wears a dark green button down shirt with old jeans. Those jeans are so old they’ve got holes on the knees.
I’ve been with Stevo since I have no clue when. Ever since I was an Eevee, I guess, since I remember him holding up that Thunder Stone to turn me into a Jolteon. Well, that was a long time ago. Stevo’s only seventeen according to humans. He got kicked out of his old home. His parents didn’t want him anymore ‘cause he did drugs and crap. Ya know what the sick thing about that is? It’s that he didn’t do drugs, all his friends did. By hanging out with them, he started to reek of smoke and that’s why his parents kicked him out. He took me, my brother, Umbero an Umbreon, and Ai Ai with him to this dump. All school drop outs live here.
Well, after Stevo got kicked out, we managed for a little while until his money ran out. The great thing about Stevo was that he always looked out for us first. He’d go hungry so that we could eat. That’s why I don’t mind living in this dump.
After a while, Stevo found this place nearby that he could earn some money. I remember the first time we went there, to the Buskin’ Fights.
It was a gloomy day, kinda like everyday in this god damn city, and we walked there, five straight blocks. The first time Stevo went there, he had only gone with Ai Ai and left me and Umbero to hold down the fort. Now he was bringing all of us. We walked along the cracked sidewalks up to the place. The street was quiet and empty. No one drives over there anymore unless they wanted to get shot. We don’t even see Murkrow around here anymore.
“Here it is guys,” Stevo said to us.
We had arrived at another abandoned apartment building, practically identical to ours. It was old, made of brick, and the windows were fogged. Stevo went down a cement staircase from where we stood outside. It looked like a cavern down there. All dark and gloomy. And what? It smelled like crap, like everything else in this neighborhood.
“C’mon,” he urged us.
We followed, not sure, but trusting. If we couldn’t trust Stevo, who could we trust? Ai Ai bounced down, followed by Umbero. I followed next. I stepped down on the cold cement steps. They felt slimy almost. I wasn’t concerned though. I had been living in muck for, how long?
Once we were all accounted for, Stevo opened the wooden door right in front of him.
A burst of sound and light came rushing out of the door way. I looked in. Humans were crowded around something and shouting. Human’s are insane. There’s my honest opinion. And these sure were excited about something.
Stevo lead us through the place. We kept close together, so as not to get lost. It was crowded in that basement, or whatever it was. The wide, gray room was lighted by lanterns and light bulbs that hung from the ceiling on really thin frickin’ wires. It was dim and really hard to see. Shadows climbed up the walls like Spinarak on their webs.
Stevo led us to the edge of a pit. That’s what everyone was standing around. In the middle, a Primape and a Poliwrath battled it out. They kicked and punched at each other. It was definitely exhilarating. Ai Ai climbed on Stevo’s shoulder to get a better view.
“Hey, are you in the next round?” asked an older man next to Stevo.
He was fat. His white undershirt didn’t help hide his beer gut, as it stuck out. He wore a brown jacket over that and old, dark jeans. His shoes were torn and showed his toes. His face was aging. Wrinkles were forming and his right eye was a silver marble in the socket. His teeth were yellow, crooked, and his brown mane had made its way around his mouth and chin.
“Next round of what?” Stevo asked, “This?”
“Yeah, are you in the next Buskin’ Fight?” the old man asked again.
“No,” Stevo said, “I’m just watchin’.”
“Then we’ll sign ya up!” he said and dragged Stevo away.
Stevo didn’t seem all that reluctant to join, so Umbero and I did nothing to save him. The man led him to an old wooden desk and handed him some yellow paper and an old pen. As Stevo read the paper, the man spoke to him.
“Hey, ya wanna know why they call ‘em the Buskin’ Fights?” he asked, his silver eye looking right at Stevo.
He seemed wily and excited. Like his life revolved around people knowing what these fight were.
Stevo didn’t look up but responded, “Yeah.”
“They call ‘em that ‘cause long ago we’d only have Combusken fight in these Pokemon death matches,” he said, “Now we have all join in.”
“Interesting,” Stevo said without looking up.
“So? You enterin’ or what?” the man was growing impatient with Stevo.
Stevo looked down at me and Umbero. He wanted to consult us first before entering into these fights. We both nodded. We wanted to enter and show our worth. We hadn’t been in a Pokemon battle in a long time.
“Yeah,” Stevo said with a smile to the man.
“Great! Great!” the man was pleased.
We walked away from him. Stevo bent down to me and Umbero’s level. His green eyes were full of concern.
“Ya know, you didn’t have to,” he started.
Umbero and I just stuck our tongues out at him. He ruffled the fur on our heads and stood back up. Ai Ai jumped off of Stevo’s shoulder and bounced to us on the damp floor.
“You guys nuts?” Ai Ai asked.
“What do you think?” Umbero asked the Aipom.
“I think so! These are death matches…ya know…with death!” he said with an attitude.
“We can handle it,” I said, “Unless ya want me to tell Stevo ya wanna take my spot…?”
“Nah no, no. You can take care of it,” he said, holding up his stubby arms.
“That’s what I thought,” I said.
Ai Ai shook his head and went back to Stevo’s shoulder. I watched him. He was always a scardy Meowth. Just as my thoughts ended, Umbero kicked me in the side to get my attention.
“What was that?” I cried.
“Look! Look at that,” he pointed behind me, toward the door we had entered from.
There stood a human girl. She had bright pink hair tied into two pigtails that fell behind her. She wore goggles around her thin neck, a white blouse under a blue vest, and white bicycle pants. Her feet were small, as well as her hands. Her white shoes just outlined those tiny feet. Her eyes were blue and wide. She turned her head left and right as if looking for something. But that’s not what Umbero was pointing at.
He was pointing at her beautiful Espeon. We didn’t say anything, we just stared. She didn’t look like she was from around this dump. The two of them looked so out of place. They must’ve been from the other, richer side of town. I caught Stevo looking at the female human. Now if only she had a goddamn Aipom too, we all would have fit perfectly. Stevo walked over to her, and Umbero and I followed.
“Um, hi,” Stevo said, trying to be cool, “Uh, are you lost?”
“What makes you think I’m lost?” she said, very snotty.
Yeah, definitely from the rich part o’ town, no doubt about it.
“Well, you don’t look like you’re from around here,” Stevo said, honestly, “And I don’t know anyone who’d want to come to this part of town.”
“Well, it just so happens I like watching the Buskin’ Fights!” she said.
We all knew she was lying. While Stevo was talking with her, Umbero and I tried to talk to that Espeon.
“So, you come here often?” Umbero started, circling her.
She wasn’t too interested, “I don’t see why it’s any of your concern. And get away from me. You’re probably riddled with fleas.”
“Oooo, *****y,” I said.
Umbero came back to my side.
“So what’s your name?” Umbero was still interested.
After that *****ing she gave us, I wasn’t too into her anymore. Umbero was different though. He always tried his hardest with the ladies. Even when he was an Eevee, which as really frickin’ embarrassing for me.
“If you must know, it’s Esii. And I don’t care what your names are, so, goodbye,” she said, still being a *****.
She was obviously judging us from where and how we lived. I couldn’t blame her, though. Somehow, over time I understood her a little more. Esii’s trainer took no liking to Stevo either, and we soon parted.
“What’s your problem, dude?” Umbero was about to bust my chops as we walked back to the pit.
“What?” I complained.
We had reached the edge of the pit. A Sneasel as fighting a Breloom now. The room was filled with shouting.
“What was that back there?” he continued now sitting down.
“Nothing,” I said, “I don’t like snotty *****es. Can you blame me?”
“Yeah! Yeah I can!” he said, “Ever heard of a one night stand?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, unimpressed and said, “Ever heard of “not gonna happen?””
He shut up after that. He had no comeback. The fight in the pit was over and a human emerged from the crowd holding the Sneasel that had been beaten to a pulp. By his facial features, I guessed that the Sneasel was dead. Umbero and I exchanged expressions. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.
“The next match will be between Stevo and Tyler in a Double battle!” the old man from before announced.
I breathed in with anxiety. This would be our first fight. I looked to Umbero. He seemed to be confident, maybe planning on impressing Esii. When we got to the edge of the pit, I could see her on the other side, cuddling a Houndoom. I rolled my eyes. No wonder she showed no interest in us. I turned to Umbero. He was watching them bitterly. I felt Stevo bend down to us, and he put his hands on our heads. We both lightened up.
“Hey,” he said, “Now you guys just do your best. I know you’ll be fine.”
He scrubbed our heads and stood back up, Ai Ai on his shoulder as usual.
“Begin the match!” the old man shouted, “Remember the rules! Only Physical technique!”
Umbero and I ran out into the pit. The floor inside was hard and dusty under our paws. A few metal boxes were scattered around the pit. Our opponent’s were the Poliwrath from before and none other that Esii’s Houndoom. I looked at Umbero, concerned about him. He didn’t look back at me, he just stared ahead angrily. Esii’s human was cuddling all over what must have been Tyler.
I wanted to see how Stevo was doing, but the match had started. The Houndoom came rushing toward me in a fury. Esii must’ve told him I called her a *****. I was tackled down and slammed against a frickin’ wall. Pain shot through my back into my shoulders. I plopped to the ground. I tried to get up but my goddamn legs wouldn’t stand.
“Joltarrow!” I heard Umbero scream my name with concern.
The Poliwrath came up behind him and tried to punch him down. He jumped up and away from it. The Poliwrath’s fist came down, inches away from Umbero’s legs. They were attacking without Tyler’s consent, so I decided to do the same. I used Double Kick on the Houndoom as he came in for a Bite. He was blown back. I got up and rushed to Umbero’s assistance. I knew that if Umbero was hit, it could possibly be fatal. He wasn’t too hot against fighting attacks, and Poliwrath knew that all too well.
The overgrown polliwog came in for another attack. His fist swooped in on Umbero. He jumped out of the way and used Faint Attack. I used Sand Attack as well. The Poliwrath backed up, trying the scrape the sand out of its eyes.
We weren’t out of trouble yet. The Houndoom came in for another try and tackled me down with his horns. Poliwrath came in again at Umbero. They were so dead set on separating us.
I wrestled with Houndoom for the longest time. I tried to Double Kick him, but he saw it coming. He caught my foot in his mouth and shook his head back and forth vigorously, ripping it to shreds. I could feel my blood running up my leg. He tossed me to the side like a used snot rag. I tried to get up, but this time I couldn’t at all. His friggin’ jaws had broken my leg; snapped it in two. I could no longer use Double Kick. He snickered at me and went to go help Poliwrath finish off Umbero. My eyes widened. Those *******s were ganging up on him. I tried to help. Perhaps I could cause a distraction. I dragged my broken leg over to the trio fighting, and I called out, but I was ignored. The crowd of humans shouted. I had to rest. I felt the blood trickle out of my god damn leg and the pain kept on shooting up it.
“Stop it! I’ll fight you!” I called out.
The Houndoom looked at me and smirked.
“You? What could you possibly do? Drag yourself back to the wall before I break your other leg.” he said and went back in to fight.
Anger rose inside of me. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I used a Thundershock anyway on the Poliwrath. It was completely on impulse. After I had done it, I knew Stevo would be in trouble, but I couldn’t bare to think about what they were doing to Umbero. After the shock, the Poliwrath fell to the ground, fainted, but the Houndoom had one last idea. He swiped at Umbero’s face, which I could see now; all bloody and weak. Houndoom’s paw came in and whacked my brother in his face. Umbero fell to the ground, his head turned a little too far.
“Penalty! Stevo, Umbreon and Jolteon forfeit this battle!” the man with the silver eye yelped.
People were booing at me, but I didn’t care. Houndoom smirked at me and walked off. I growled.
“*******…” I mumbled.
I dragged myself over to my brother. His eyes were wide and glassy. Blood was dripping from his nose and mouth. His fur was all ruffled and his rings no longer glowed.
“Umbero?” I asked, choked up.
Stevo and Ai Ai ran to my side. I looked up to Stevo. He put on an angry face, holding back any tears that would possibly unman him. The crowd kept on cheering for Tyler’s win and I looked over to the group of victor’s. Poliwrath was still knocked out, but besides that, they were celebrating. They were celebrating my brother’s death. Esii and her Houndoom looked over to me and sniggered. I turned away. Stevo picked Umbero’s body off the ground and walked out of the pit, with me limping right behind him.
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It was later on that day we buried Umbero. The three of us – Stevo, me, and Ai Ai – stood over his grave. My leg had been wrapped in old clothing. It would heal, but there was a big possibility it could get infected. Tomorrow we’ll go down to the Pokemon Center and check it out. I really don’t mind. All I want to do now is defeat that damned Houndoom. Ya know, make him pay. I know Stevo agrees with me. After we get done with that, I think Stevo wants to skip town in a few months. Yeah, when the snow starts to fall and the ground gets really hard. At least then Umbero’s grave will be too hard for anyone to dig him up just to be an *******. I don’t know. All I know is that this house is a little emptier than it used to be. But we’ll get by. We always do.
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This story is about a Jolteon that learns a few things about life through experience. It's a oneshot (5 Word Document pages), so I hope you stay to read. ^^
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Joltarrow the Rogue Fighter
Rated PG-13
I keep on rolling over. I can’t get to sleep, not after what happened yesterday. Oh no. I twist and turn, but the thoughts keep racing back to me. I open my dark eyes and look ahead to Stevo, my human. He’s lying, sprawled out on the old couch against the wall. Ai Ai, our Aipom friend, is sleeping on top of his belly. Those two are the only ones I could give a damn about in the whole world. After everything that we’ve been through, there’s no one else to trust. We always get by.
Our pad is a dump. We live in an abandoned apartment on Old Main Street. It’s not necessarily your friendly neighborhood. Our place is a three room apartment on the second floor. We got a kitchen where the appliances Stevo got a hold of are rusting away, a small bathroom and living room. That’s what we call home. The walls have really old wallpaper on them. I mean, it’s peeling off the walls its so god damn old. And it always smells like crap. I mean, literally crap. Smells like something died there. But that’s what we call home and we’re just a tight little family. Yep.
Stevo’s a good kid. He’s pretty tall, but small for his age. He’s got a short brown mane, big green eyes, and a thin body. He always wears a dark green button down shirt with old jeans. Those jeans are so old they’ve got holes on the knees.
I’ve been with Stevo since I have no clue when. Ever since I was an Eevee, I guess, since I remember him holding up that Thunder Stone to turn me into a Jolteon. Well, that was a long time ago. Stevo’s only seventeen according to humans. He got kicked out of his old home. His parents didn’t want him anymore ‘cause he did drugs and crap. Ya know what the sick thing about that is? It’s that he didn’t do drugs, all his friends did. By hanging out with them, he started to reek of smoke and that’s why his parents kicked him out. He took me, my brother, Umbero an Umbreon, and Ai Ai with him to this dump. All school drop outs live here.
Well, after Stevo got kicked out, we managed for a little while until his money ran out. The great thing about Stevo was that he always looked out for us first. He’d go hungry so that we could eat. That’s why I don’t mind living in this dump.
After a while, Stevo found this place nearby that he could earn some money. I remember the first time we went there, to the Buskin’ Fights.
It was a gloomy day, kinda like everyday in this god damn city, and we walked there, five straight blocks. The first time Stevo went there, he had only gone with Ai Ai and left me and Umbero to hold down the fort. Now he was bringing all of us. We walked along the cracked sidewalks up to the place. The street was quiet and empty. No one drives over there anymore unless they wanted to get shot. We don’t even see Murkrow around here anymore.
“Here it is guys,” Stevo said to us.
We had arrived at another abandoned apartment building, practically identical to ours. It was old, made of brick, and the windows were fogged. Stevo went down a cement staircase from where we stood outside. It looked like a cavern down there. All dark and gloomy. And what? It smelled like crap, like everything else in this neighborhood.
“C’mon,” he urged us.
We followed, not sure, but trusting. If we couldn’t trust Stevo, who could we trust? Ai Ai bounced down, followed by Umbero. I followed next. I stepped down on the cold cement steps. They felt slimy almost. I wasn’t concerned though. I had been living in muck for, how long?
Once we were all accounted for, Stevo opened the wooden door right in front of him.
A burst of sound and light came rushing out of the door way. I looked in. Humans were crowded around something and shouting. Human’s are insane. There’s my honest opinion. And these sure were excited about something.
Stevo lead us through the place. We kept close together, so as not to get lost. It was crowded in that basement, or whatever it was. The wide, gray room was lighted by lanterns and light bulbs that hung from the ceiling on really thin frickin’ wires. It was dim and really hard to see. Shadows climbed up the walls like Spinarak on their webs.
Stevo led us to the edge of a pit. That’s what everyone was standing around. In the middle, a Primape and a Poliwrath battled it out. They kicked and punched at each other. It was definitely exhilarating. Ai Ai climbed on Stevo’s shoulder to get a better view.
“Hey, are you in the next round?” asked an older man next to Stevo.
He was fat. His white undershirt didn’t help hide his beer gut, as it stuck out. He wore a brown jacket over that and old, dark jeans. His shoes were torn and showed his toes. His face was aging. Wrinkles were forming and his right eye was a silver marble in the socket. His teeth were yellow, crooked, and his brown mane had made its way around his mouth and chin.
“Next round of what?” Stevo asked, “This?”
“Yeah, are you in the next Buskin’ Fight?” the old man asked again.
“No,” Stevo said, “I’m just watchin’.”
“Then we’ll sign ya up!” he said and dragged Stevo away.
Stevo didn’t seem all that reluctant to join, so Umbero and I did nothing to save him. The man led him to an old wooden desk and handed him some yellow paper and an old pen. As Stevo read the paper, the man spoke to him.
“Hey, ya wanna know why they call ‘em the Buskin’ Fights?” he asked, his silver eye looking right at Stevo.
He seemed wily and excited. Like his life revolved around people knowing what these fight were.
Stevo didn’t look up but responded, “Yeah.”
“They call ‘em that ‘cause long ago we’d only have Combusken fight in these Pokemon death matches,” he said, “Now we have all join in.”
“Interesting,” Stevo said without looking up.
“So? You enterin’ or what?” the man was growing impatient with Stevo.
Stevo looked down at me and Umbero. He wanted to consult us first before entering into these fights. We both nodded. We wanted to enter and show our worth. We hadn’t been in a Pokemon battle in a long time.
“Yeah,” Stevo said with a smile to the man.
“Great! Great!” the man was pleased.
We walked away from him. Stevo bent down to me and Umbero’s level. His green eyes were full of concern.
“Ya know, you didn’t have to,” he started.
Umbero and I just stuck our tongues out at him. He ruffled the fur on our heads and stood back up. Ai Ai jumped off of Stevo’s shoulder and bounced to us on the damp floor.
“You guys nuts?” Ai Ai asked.
“What do you think?” Umbero asked the Aipom.
“I think so! These are death matches…ya know…with death!” he said with an attitude.
“We can handle it,” I said, “Unless ya want me to tell Stevo ya wanna take my spot…?”
“Nah no, no. You can take care of it,” he said, holding up his stubby arms.
“That’s what I thought,” I said.
Ai Ai shook his head and went back to Stevo’s shoulder. I watched him. He was always a scardy Meowth. Just as my thoughts ended, Umbero kicked me in the side to get my attention.
“What was that?” I cried.
“Look! Look at that,” he pointed behind me, toward the door we had entered from.
There stood a human girl. She had bright pink hair tied into two pigtails that fell behind her. She wore goggles around her thin neck, a white blouse under a blue vest, and white bicycle pants. Her feet were small, as well as her hands. Her white shoes just outlined those tiny feet. Her eyes were blue and wide. She turned her head left and right as if looking for something. But that’s not what Umbero was pointing at.
He was pointing at her beautiful Espeon. We didn’t say anything, we just stared. She didn’t look like she was from around this dump. The two of them looked so out of place. They must’ve been from the other, richer side of town. I caught Stevo looking at the female human. Now if only she had a goddamn Aipom too, we all would have fit perfectly. Stevo walked over to her, and Umbero and I followed.
“Um, hi,” Stevo said, trying to be cool, “Uh, are you lost?”
“What makes you think I’m lost?” she said, very snotty.
Yeah, definitely from the rich part o’ town, no doubt about it.
“Well, you don’t look like you’re from around here,” Stevo said, honestly, “And I don’t know anyone who’d want to come to this part of town.”
“Well, it just so happens I like watching the Buskin’ Fights!” she said.
We all knew she was lying. While Stevo was talking with her, Umbero and I tried to talk to that Espeon.
“So, you come here often?” Umbero started, circling her.
She wasn’t too interested, “I don’t see why it’s any of your concern. And get away from me. You’re probably riddled with fleas.”
“Oooo, *****y,” I said.
Umbero came back to my side.
“So what’s your name?” Umbero was still interested.
After that *****ing she gave us, I wasn’t too into her anymore. Umbero was different though. He always tried his hardest with the ladies. Even when he was an Eevee, which as really frickin’ embarrassing for me.
“If you must know, it’s Esii. And I don’t care what your names are, so, goodbye,” she said, still being a *****.
She was obviously judging us from where and how we lived. I couldn’t blame her, though. Somehow, over time I understood her a little more. Esii’s trainer took no liking to Stevo either, and we soon parted.
“What’s your problem, dude?” Umbero was about to bust my chops as we walked back to the pit.
“What?” I complained.
We had reached the edge of the pit. A Sneasel as fighting a Breloom now. The room was filled with shouting.
“What was that back there?” he continued now sitting down.
“Nothing,” I said, “I don’t like snotty *****es. Can you blame me?”
“Yeah! Yeah I can!” he said, “Ever heard of a one night stand?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, unimpressed and said, “Ever heard of “not gonna happen?””
He shut up after that. He had no comeback. The fight in the pit was over and a human emerged from the crowd holding the Sneasel that had been beaten to a pulp. By his facial features, I guessed that the Sneasel was dead. Umbero and I exchanged expressions. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.
“The next match will be between Stevo and Tyler in a Double battle!” the old man from before announced.
I breathed in with anxiety. This would be our first fight. I looked to Umbero. He seemed to be confident, maybe planning on impressing Esii. When we got to the edge of the pit, I could see her on the other side, cuddling a Houndoom. I rolled my eyes. No wonder she showed no interest in us. I turned to Umbero. He was watching them bitterly. I felt Stevo bend down to us, and he put his hands on our heads. We both lightened up.
“Hey,” he said, “Now you guys just do your best. I know you’ll be fine.”
He scrubbed our heads and stood back up, Ai Ai on his shoulder as usual.
“Begin the match!” the old man shouted, “Remember the rules! Only Physical technique!”
Umbero and I ran out into the pit. The floor inside was hard and dusty under our paws. A few metal boxes were scattered around the pit. Our opponent’s were the Poliwrath from before and none other that Esii’s Houndoom. I looked at Umbero, concerned about him. He didn’t look back at me, he just stared ahead angrily. Esii’s human was cuddling all over what must have been Tyler.
I wanted to see how Stevo was doing, but the match had started. The Houndoom came rushing toward me in a fury. Esii must’ve told him I called her a *****. I was tackled down and slammed against a frickin’ wall. Pain shot through my back into my shoulders. I plopped to the ground. I tried to get up but my goddamn legs wouldn’t stand.
“Joltarrow!” I heard Umbero scream my name with concern.
The Poliwrath came up behind him and tried to punch him down. He jumped up and away from it. The Poliwrath’s fist came down, inches away from Umbero’s legs. They were attacking without Tyler’s consent, so I decided to do the same. I used Double Kick on the Houndoom as he came in for a Bite. He was blown back. I got up and rushed to Umbero’s assistance. I knew that if Umbero was hit, it could possibly be fatal. He wasn’t too hot against fighting attacks, and Poliwrath knew that all too well.
The overgrown polliwog came in for another attack. His fist swooped in on Umbero. He jumped out of the way and used Faint Attack. I used Sand Attack as well. The Poliwrath backed up, trying the scrape the sand out of its eyes.
We weren’t out of trouble yet. The Houndoom came in for another try and tackled me down with his horns. Poliwrath came in again at Umbero. They were so dead set on separating us.
I wrestled with Houndoom for the longest time. I tried to Double Kick him, but he saw it coming. He caught my foot in his mouth and shook his head back and forth vigorously, ripping it to shreds. I could feel my blood running up my leg. He tossed me to the side like a used snot rag. I tried to get up, but this time I couldn’t at all. His friggin’ jaws had broken my leg; snapped it in two. I could no longer use Double Kick. He snickered at me and went to go help Poliwrath finish off Umbero. My eyes widened. Those *******s were ganging up on him. I tried to help. Perhaps I could cause a distraction. I dragged my broken leg over to the trio fighting, and I called out, but I was ignored. The crowd of humans shouted. I had to rest. I felt the blood trickle out of my god damn leg and the pain kept on shooting up it.
“Stop it! I’ll fight you!” I called out.
The Houndoom looked at me and smirked.
“You? What could you possibly do? Drag yourself back to the wall before I break your other leg.” he said and went back in to fight.
Anger rose inside of me. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I used a Thundershock anyway on the Poliwrath. It was completely on impulse. After I had done it, I knew Stevo would be in trouble, but I couldn’t bare to think about what they were doing to Umbero. After the shock, the Poliwrath fell to the ground, fainted, but the Houndoom had one last idea. He swiped at Umbero’s face, which I could see now; all bloody and weak. Houndoom’s paw came in and whacked my brother in his face. Umbero fell to the ground, his head turned a little too far.
“Penalty! Stevo, Umbreon and Jolteon forfeit this battle!” the man with the silver eye yelped.
People were booing at me, but I didn’t care. Houndoom smirked at me and walked off. I growled.
“*******…” I mumbled.
I dragged myself over to my brother. His eyes were wide and glassy. Blood was dripping from his nose and mouth. His fur was all ruffled and his rings no longer glowed.
“Umbero?” I asked, choked up.
Stevo and Ai Ai ran to my side. I looked up to Stevo. He put on an angry face, holding back any tears that would possibly unman him. The crowd kept on cheering for Tyler’s win and I looked over to the group of victor’s. Poliwrath was still knocked out, but besides that, they were celebrating. They were celebrating my brother’s death. Esii and her Houndoom looked over to me and sniggered. I turned away. Stevo picked Umbero’s body off the ground and walked out of the pit, with me limping right behind him.
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It was later on that day we buried Umbero. The three of us – Stevo, me, and Ai Ai – stood over his grave. My leg had been wrapped in old clothing. It would heal, but there was a big possibility it could get infected. Tomorrow we’ll go down to the Pokemon Center and check it out. I really don’t mind. All I want to do now is defeat that damned Houndoom. Ya know, make him pay. I know Stevo agrees with me. After we get done with that, I think Stevo wants to skip town in a few months. Yeah, when the snow starts to fall and the ground gets really hard. At least then Umbero’s grave will be too hard for anyone to dig him up just to be an *******. I don’t know. All I know is that this house is a little emptier than it used to be. But we’ll get by. We always do.
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really, it's a good fic.