My End

[Motig]

Well, i got it up in the first day, and i'm proud of it. I got 2 people to beta it, and they both say its great. Nor ratings yet, i can do better.

Oh, and the prequel, The Forest Newbie, can be found here.

Well here is the prolouge:

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS BAD LANGUAGE

Prologue – 25 Years

One year ago, I killed that *****, I stabbed her, and I completed my mission. I am now paying! Not anyone else. I’m a hunted man, and I dread every minute of it! I HATE! I HATE running, I have the weapon to fight, but they have numbers. Every day on the move, every day fearing my capture. But my destination was near, I WAS going to get my Prize!

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“SHUT UP JAMIE!” I screamed at my child. He was getting on my nerves with his constant crying, and cradling his small, clothed body was getting to be more of a chore, than a hobby.

My child, James Gordon Tashna had short blonde hair and a chubby pink face. His eyes weren’t visible at the moment, because the idiot wouldn’t stop crying. But they were usually green. His white fluffy hat showed a brown teddy bear that was sucking its thumb. This went well with his white cotton fleece and the tiny white trousers. I had to admit, he was cute.

But the frustration was absolutely killing me! And being an ex-member of Team Snagem doesn’t do a lot to your patience, ’cause let me tell you, we kill first, ask questions later.

Okay, so I wasn’t exactly an ‘ex-member’, but I was taking a long break, until I could raise my child to a suitable age, I couldn’t go back. And even then, I had plans to quit, and take that *****, Jess Barkley, place was going to be my aim. Well, they hadn’t got a new champ yet; they were still re-building the elite-four, after James Fisher had killed the lot of ‘em.

Yep, he was a great kid, I longed to see him again, but the state he’ll be in, well, that’s going to be hard to explain. Being chased isn’t the best thing.

Everyone knows who he is, and the fact they’re all little snitches, doesn’t help his case.

Moving back to my one-year-old baby, I had noticed after continuous rocking, the little dick was off to sleep. Laying him back into his wooden cot, I raced towards the red leather sofa near to me, ready to take a well-deserved rest.

I was in a small house in the middle of Gonbar Village. The building had three rooms that showed how small it was. The one I was in was a kitchen and living room. The pale blue walls went well with the white ceiling but crashed with the rouge carpet. Whatever idiot chose that should die, but this house was short term, I hoped…

The Kitchen was separated from the sitting are I was in. It still had the same walls, ceiling and floor, but had several wooden work areas. I had stacked everything neatly and I thought it looked nice organised. Next to the kitchen, were the stairs leading up to my bedroom, and a white door that lead to the only bog in the house.

I grabbed the nearest magazine and started to read, it was the nearest to peace I could get around here. The telly would always wake Jamie up.

The doorbell rang as I flicked open the first page, disrupting peace as Jamie awoke and burst out into tears.

“****ING HELL!” I screamed, throwing the magazine onto the floor with all the force I could. “WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET PEACE AND QUIET AROUND HERE?”

This put Jamie into more tears. I sighed, picked him up and rushed over to get his bottle, which I held in front of his mouth and watched him feed. I then walked over to the door opened it to find a surprise awaiting me.

“Hi Lucy, long time no see!” The teen before me chirped.

“Hi James, Come in quick before the cops see you.”

He took this opportunity to jog into the room.

“So how’s being a seventeen year-old single mum turning out?”

“Hell.” I replied. He giggled at this.

He was taller than the last time I saw him, and also a lot more scared. I could tell he had been through a lot recently. His emerald eyes showing hatred and fear. His spiky blonde hair standing up, almost as a reaction to fright. He wore a black cloak that covered a black jumper and some black trousers. He had sports trainers on; and I bet that he had stolen all of these, apart from the cloak, that, his mum and dad had given him.

“So how did they come so quickly, tell me what happened?” I asked.

“Well…” He gulped. “When I asked her the mission question, she chose life and threw her remaining pokemon off the cliff, I stabbed her in the heart, but then realized she’d pressed a button. With a chop to the neck.” He paused, seeing my puzzled look. “Removing the head from the body, with a slice.” He paused again, to see my re-assuring nod. “I smothered my blade in her blood, to show evidence that I did kill her, to you, I slotted my sword into its scabbard, and started to climb up the cliff, and ran.”

“I see…” I replied, in a sort of ‘I don’t get it, but I do’ manner. “Well, I gotta make a phone call, I’ll be back in a minute!” I told him.

He nodded. I got up, put Jamie down, and rushed upstairs.

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“Back!” I chimed, coming back down the stairs.

“So you are!” he replied.

“Well, here’s your reward!” I told him.

“Thanks.”

“It’s a Mew, legendary pokemon.”

“I know,” he warned.

“Why don’t you stay here for a minute or two?” I asked.

“Sure!”


The minute passed, we chatted, telling each other what had happened between the last time we met. Which was all I needed. In the next minute, they came, and my final mission for Snagem was complete.

“Time to go, James!”

“Yeah, I better get moving,” he said, getting up and heading for the door.

“Bye James, See you in twenty five years!”

“What?” He pondered as he opened the door, turning to see the cops in front of him.

I giggled, and waved to the nicest looking one.

“Y-you *****…” he stuttered, as one of them grabbed his arm. He just stood still.

“James Fisher, you’re under arrest for numerous murders, shoplifting and for destroying public property.” One of the policemen said, twisting him round and dragging him away.

“You utter *****!” he said, while being dragged away. “YOU ****ING *****! I SWEAR! I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL MURDER YOU AND KICK YOUR ****ING ***!”

The last sights of James Fisher I saw, was him kicking and screaming insults like a little baby, being dragged to the nearest police car.

With a last giggle, I walked back to my magazine, and read.
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Enjoy

L8r

Shiny ;135;

 

[≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈]

Good job. It is a little vague, but I guess it's meant to be that way. Anyway, you're good at writing fics. Congrats!!!

 

[Treecko 93]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! JESS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Y-y-you killed off m-my fav c-chracter...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Anyway, pretty good prolougue! I like Luc betraying him. Can't wait for more!

JEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!

 

[Breezy]

Even with the fact that I haven't read your previous fic, I do love this one. ^^ Makes me wanna read A Forest Newbie now. =P Should I btw, like, would I not understand some things if I don't?

Anyways, you have great character personality/development and a nice style of writing that hook me in and which I love btw lol.

Flow was nice as well. ^^ Good ending, threw me off. I kinda expected it yet didn't . . . don't ask.

Anyways, hope you write another chappy soon!

LaTeR dAyZ!

 

[Motig]

Thanks guys. Breezy, it would helkp if you read FN, because the Jess bits make more sence then. Treecko, i'm sorry, its all part of the plot, but Jess plays a major part in the fic, so turn that frown upside down, i think...
Thanks for the reply Sheer Cold.

I can see i had more fans than in FN, which is good.

I'll get started on the next chapter now.

Your mate

Shiny ;135;

 

[Charziken 13]

Whoo, Shiny J. You took me by storm. I was expecting some nice work. But this blew me away. You have developed the characters nicely, and James really seems like a criminal now. But why did Luc give him a Mew before calling the Police, as they would confiscate it? Whatevr. Im sure all will be revealed in time. Kudos, Shiny J. Im eagerly awaiting chapter 1!

 

[Eternal Rain]

Ok it was nice, a little weird though in the begining I didn't know who was the narrator! James is weird now and I can see why you call it the END.........
-.-;;;;

 

[Motig]

Thanks guys. The reason she gave him a Mew, was because he would get his reward, then lose it.

I'll keep the chapters coming

Your mate

Shiny ;135;

 

[Motig]

Here's Chapter 1 people. Again, please don't rate this yet, because i'm not at a standerd I'm happy at. People who read my last fic, and know what the pokemon were described like, then skip most of this chapter, because its just description after description, which I don't like. I like the conversation between James and Mew though, i fund it amusing to write, and the start i liked to write. And yes, violence is back.

Oh and sorry its tiny, i wanted it to be bigger!

WARNING:THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE

Chapter 1 – 25 years-Part 2

“I sentence you! James Fisher! To a life sentence in jail, you are to young to be hanged.” The judge spoke.

I looked in his direction in disbelief. Twenty-five years. That would be hell. I sure had got into a deep hole, and I needed to dig my self out of it. That ***** would pay, that, I was sure of!

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My cell stunk. It had puke on the grey stonewall, a rough white mattress on an old worn out bed. The three bars blocking my way out formed the traditional barred window, and the door and wall that blocked my other exit were also barred. This was going to be a long twenty-five years.

Outside the door, was a glass container, containing five pokeballs, and my sword, stained with blood. The sword was only there to torment me, but I could hardly see how that worked. And the five pokeballs contained my five pokemon, Jolteon, Vibrava, Wartortle, Combusken, and my Mew, who I hadn’t seen in my life. Somehow, they had resisted the temptation to take my Jolteon to the labs, to carry out experiments to see, ‘how can that kid have a painted Jolteon?’ The thickos, it’s a shiny!

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As I suspected, this was going to be a long twenty-five years. Although the news got quite interesting. Within a year of me being locked up, the waiter from cerulean had committed suicide, so our guess of a week or two was wrong. It was more like three years, but it was a good guess, sort of…

My mum and dad had visited me every year. On my birthday, but they were the only guests I got.

Also, in the news, was the fact that the pokemon league had found a new champion. It had been seven years since I killed Jess, but they had found someone. The Elite Four was hard enough to form, but the champion wasn’t the person I wanted to hear of. Lucy bloody Tashna was the new champion, with her team. Her child was ten, but was still taken care of. Apparently, according to Luc, ‘he would become a great pokemon trainer, but not as good as her’.

And sure enough, ten years later, with me being in prison for nineteen years, he was the forth member of the elite four, he would die as well.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that I could come up with so many plans to kill the two of them, all of them were trash, and I still had six years.

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Finally, twenty-five years were up, I was now thirty-eight, and had wasted most of time regretting the fact that I had joined team Snagem, maybe Jess was right? Was it a stupid decision? Well, I was free. And the words that the guard had told me when I was given my pokeballs back was:

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Yes I have.” I lied, smiling to him. I then punched him in the stomach, kicked his head a few times, and then chucked him into the glass container that contained my sword. With that, I retrieved my silver blade and its red scabbard, stabbed him in the neck and then walked away, sword at the ready, just in case someone came. Cause if they caught me, then I would be hanged, I was old enough for that now. But when I realized that the exit was ten metres away, I smiled, hit the alarm button, and slowly strode out, smiling about the fact I had gotten away with yet another murder.

With the sound of panic behind me, I walked away from the scene of the crime and smiled. So much for ‘have you learned your lesson’.

I think that in most cases, being sentenced to spend half your life in jail, just works you up to do it again, instead of telling you not to do it, well, that how it works for me.

The first thing I did when I did when I escaped from Gonbar village was to check my pokemon were okay. First up was Jolteon, my starter. His lime green body shone in the sun as he stretched his body. His spiky white mane moved with his pointy lime green head. His rabbit ears slowly straitening. He would never go into a pokeball again His hind legs were muscular and definitely provided most of the thrust for his fast sprinting.

Stroking Jolteon, I reached for my second pokeball. This contained my Vibrava. She had deep green kite shaped wings that were rimmed by thick black lines. Her long yellow body was segmented like a caterpillar. At the end of her tail, were two smaller wings, most probably used for stability. These were the same shape as the wings, but were way smaller. Her head was sort of bean shaped. It had two antennas sticking out of the front, just below these, were two black beady eyes that were covered with a dark green gel. She moved her yellow head a bit, and then flew about a bit, stretching her wings.

I returned Vibrava and sent out my third pokemon. My male Wartortle came out with a grin. His two tiny teeth poked out from his red mouth. His rounded dark blue head boasted two wide eyes, with an evil look to them. Just how I wanted them. Two small ears that were white, helped him balance in the water. His head came out of a shell that had a dark red back and beige under. His arms were dark blue and had three gleaming white claws. His dark feet were also short. He had a cloud like tail that frothed up his back giving a calm feeling.

Wartortle bounced up and down a bit, then happily popped back inside his pokeball. My fourth, and female pokemon was Combusken. Her humanoid-chicken-like body popped out to see me. She was roughly a third of my size, but that was hard to measure bearing in mind she was bouncing around a lot. Her feet were bird like, and her talons hadn’t grown any more rounded. Instead, they were as pointy as ever, and could easily spill blood from a human. Her dirty brown legs also represented a bird and from where the legs came out was a fiery orange waist, just as it was several years ago. This waist slightly under lapped her feathery body and head. Her arms were thin and wing shaped and these had three claws sticking out of them, and as she moved these, I could obviously see she still used them as hands. Her hands were the same colour as the talon feet and her wings the same colours as her waist. Her rounded head boasted a tiny orange beak that came out from where a human mouth should be. Two sharp orange eyes stared into the distance; this showed her deep in thought. Her hairs, if you could call it that were three orange feathers, each about the same height as her head, and about half the width.

I was glad to see my pokemon were all right. And as I returned my Combusken, I reached for my final pokeball. This contained the legendary pokemon Mew. I had heard rumours about it, and I knew it was obviously strong. I could still remember the day in Vermillion when I saw its cat like shape in a cloud. But for me to see this for real, I needed to open the ball she was in.

As my hand trembled as I realized the power that I held in my hand. I pressed the grey button and in a flash of light a small pink cat appeared on the gravel in front of me. It had a long flexible tail that attached to a thin body. Two, almost clown like feet, hovered above the ground and two stubby hands stuck out of the upper part of the body. Its head was rounded and had two stubby ears sticking out of its head, at the two corners. There was a mouth under a rather unnoticeable nose. Both were as concealed as the other, just in different two different ways.

It was pink? It was small?

It didn’t represent power at all! She’d given me a piece of ****! She was so dead now!

“You think I’m rubbish, don’t you?” I heard a female voice say.

“Who said that?” I twisted round. Facing the forests forming a boundary to my path.

“I DID!” My Mew shouted joyfully plopping on my head. “And I’m gonna show you I’m great! Cause I am!”

My Mew seemed to have a playful nature, and it didn’t do a great job at hiding that.

“Can you please get off my head?” I asked.

“Okay, I’ll just float near you. Oh, and I’m female, and I’m talking to you telepathically! That’s why your Jolteon’s looking at you strangely! I’ll tell him what’s happening!”

She sure was joyful. But I didn’t mind that much. It cheered me up and would, hopefully, keep me going. And wasn’t she a genderless? That’s what everyone else said.

“I’m glad I do that for you. And people ALLways do that! Just cause I’m a legendary doesn’t mean I’m genderless. Take Latios and Latias for example…”

And she went on and on. A chatterbox, defiantly. And why was she always reading my mind, it as getting annoying.

“PAY ATTENTION! And I’m sorry for going on and on and on, but its what I do. And I’ll only read your mind when I feel necessary.” She compromised. Which was a good thing.

“Okay guys! Lets go!” I cheered.

“Mew!” Mew yelped aloud. So she couldn’t speak normally aloud.

“Jolt!” Jolteon smiled.

And with that, we sped into the distance, leaving Gonbar Village behind, ready to explore the rest of the Roma region.

 

[Shiny May]

Good chap SJ !!

It could have been a bit longer imo but it's okay. I"m not happy with the fact that Jess is dead cos she was a great character !!

Keep it up!

 

[Treecko 93]

Yeah, it seemed really short. And you said Jess would play an important role...When is she coming back, eh? I would think a Legendary Pokemon would be a bit more serious, but you didn't follow the common stereo-type. Nice job with that.

Keep up the nice work.

And bring Jess up sometime, will ya?

 

[Motig]

I said it was short, and the next one will be longer. I don't know what to do with the next xhapter, although it will contain stuff about Jess and will bring in caracter development of Mew.

Glad you liked it

Your mate

Shiny ;135;

 

[Bulba the Great!]

Well, you've got a good start here, Shiny! I'm kinda confused on the Lucy-betraying-
James thing, but I'm a bit slow on the uptake. Could you explain? Here's to your next chapter!

~Bulby ;001;

 

[Charziken 13]

Nice, Shiny. I like how you treated the sentence, but the judge said life and hanging, but he got 25 years. What up wit dat? And I didn't get where he was. Could you clear that up? But the Mew conversacion was funny, and I like how Luc went straight. But 25 years in a Poke Ball? Ouch. That must make some stiff necks. But I liked it, Shiny, and keep up the ggod work!

 

[Motig]

Thanks guys.

Charziken - I'm glad you liked the Mew convo, i enjoyed writing that. Sorry i didn't make it clear. He was only 14 at the time, and so too young to be hanged, but he got a life sentence, which is, in the UK, I think, 25 years.

Bulba - Most of this will be explained in the next chapter, i hope.

Thanks guys.

Your mate

Shiny ;135;

 

[Space Skitty]

Wow, you're off to a great start, Shiny J! Mew has a unique character. I have a feeling I'll like her. Keep it up!

 

[Motig]

Well, its finally up, and i like it.

WARNING!!:THIS CHAPTER IS VIOLENT AND CONTAINS A NUMBER OF SWEAR WORDS AND OTHER BAD LANGUAGE

Chapter 2 – On the brink

“You need anything?” I asked.

“James, you got caught! You’re…”

“She betrayed me! The ***** took advantage of me and backstabbed me!” I cut him off.

“James! You’re fired! You’re no longer a member of Team Snagem!”

“But that’s unfair Jack! It’s not my fault!” I tried. But the new head of Team Snagem, Jack Underhut refused to listen.

“Henry ordered her to do that. They were close. Those two knew each other better than you know yourself! James, you’re sacked! You failed, you messed up, you fell, and it’s your fault. You’re also a danger to our team. The number of murders, the number of crimes. James, we’ve changed. You’re fired and you need to sort yourself out.”

“You stubborn *******. I did so much for the team and now you through me out. You can rot in hell, *****!” I told him, hanging up.

“That’s not good, is it?” My Mew asked, sounding serious for the first time.

“No, not really. I got no income of cash now, practically everyone hates me. I mean, how am I supposed to get stuff now?” I sighed.

“We’ll find a way James!” Mew squeaked, trying to raise my spirits.

“Lets hope, but for now. To Shaw Town. They’ll be plenty of people to kick in there!” I laughed.

We continued down the yellow path in front of us, the gravel cracking beneath my feet. The chestnut trees surrounding me provided an eerie darkness. Telling me something bad was going to happen, sometime.

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After walking down the path for an hour, I realized that evening was setting in, and so, I started to set up camp. Well, when I say camp, I mean putting down my rucksack and lying down. Being a criminal does mean you don’t have a thing. Which isn’t good.

“I don’t sleep James. I’m a legendary, and I’m a psychic pokemon.” Mew told me.

“You stay on watch, if anyone comes, wake me up.” I told her.

She nodded, closing my eyes; I drifted off into deep sleep…

“Why’d you murder me James?”

“What? Do I know you?” I asked.

In front of me was a tall white girl with long orange hair, tied back behind her head. She wore black clothing, although her image was blurred, I couldn’t really see her image. Maybe she was some random I killed along the way.

“Twenty-six years ago James! Remember?”

“Where am I?” I asked. Her figure sticking out of the black background like thorn from a bush.

“You know who I am, stop pretending!” She warned.

“Who are you? Why are you in my head? Why are you here?”

With that comment, I got up from my crouching position, and ran towards her. But I never got any closer; she just stood there and floated away. How?

“STOP RUNNING!” I screamed.

“What you gonna do James? You’ve already killed me!” She taunted.

I paused. What was this, some prank? Where was I?

I lifted my hands and showed myself my palms. They were covered with scarlet blood.

I spat on my hands, and rubbed. But it wouldn’t go away.

“I’ll always haunt you James! I’ll make you go crazy. Just for revenge!”

“No you WON’T!” I screamed, waking from my sleep.

“They… They’re…they’re coming James!" Mew warned, scared.

Looking down the gravel path, I saw torches and oil lamps.

“****…” I whispered, grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my back.

Kicking Jolteon to wake him up, I turned away from the angry policemen, and ran. What else could I do? I guessed that they outnumbered me by miles, and they most probably had weapons.

Sprinting down the path, I came to a curb in the track, turning it, I saw Joilteon sprint in front of me, with Mew sitting on his back, giving a fairly humorous view of Mew’s tail flap behind her.

“Hurry James!” Mew called.

“I’m going as fast as I can Mew, I’ll be fine!”

“You’ll be caught soon, grab your pokemon and run!” She told me.

Knowing she was right, I tore open my bag and grabbed my other three pokeballs, and then dumping them in my trouser pocket. Throwing my backpack on the ground, I signalled to my pokemon to jump into the forest, and after they did so, I followed.

Looking through a gap between the trees, I saw the policemen approach my bag. They prodded it and poked it with their torches, and then blasted the hell out of it with their guns.

I was tempted to jump out and tell them that my bag was expensive, but that get me hanged, so that wouldn’t be great. Stupid *******s!

Then it came to me. I would let them walk past, then stab them both in the back. The two wouldn’t stand a chance!

“I know he’s somewhere around here chief, I can sense it!” One of them said, turning around. His tubby face resembled the stereotypical policeman, donuts and all. He had a small brown moustache and some short brown hair. His jacket was blue and looked a few sizes too small, as did his navy trousers.

“I can to Jeremy, he’s here, and I know it!” The other one said. He was slim but long, and had his hand on his gun all the time. He wore the same uniform as the other man, known as Jeremy, but had a smaller suit. He had a ginger beard and long hair that was the same colour.

I was in a bad situation, if I moved, they would hear me, and if I stayed still they would find me, unless they walked away.

“I’ll put them in bubbles James, then you can stab them!” Mew suggested.

I nodded and she surrounded them in a pink aura. They gasped and tried to punch a hole in it.

“What if there’s more?” I pondered.

“Nope, and I’ve disabled their mobiles and communicating devices!” She smiled.

“Now or never!” I grinned.

And as I leaped out of the bushes, I drew my sword out of its dark blue scabbard. Its silver blade glinting in the moonlight.

“Hi Jeremy!” I chirped. “Hi ‘chief’” I laughed.

“You murdering *******, you’ll never get away with this!” Jeremy said angrily.

“I believe I already have!” And with that, I stabbed him. Simple as that. ‘Chief’ gasped and as I nodded in his direction, I stabbed him to.”

“Good job James!” Mew told me.

“Thanks.”

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The next day, I arrived in Shaw Town. Everyone stared at me, leaving me with an unpleasant feeling.

From the crowd one man approached me; he had spiky brown hair, brown eyes and a red jacket. Under his jacket was a black shirt and black trousers.

“You! You’re James Fisher aren’t you?” he asked. His voice sounding professional.

“And if I was?” I replied.

“And if you were! I’d give you a battle! And kick your ***!” he answered, smiling.

“You have yourself a deal…”

“Gordon Wickerround.” He introduced.

“Lets have a gamble okay.” I paused. “If you win, you take me to jail, but if I win…”

“It’s a deal!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, so we have a deal. If I win, I get to murder you in front of all these people, and not one of them can do a thing!”

“I’m not agreeing to that!”

“Too late Gordon, you agreed. Shame for such a young soul to lose their life to me!”

“You dick! Fine, let’s battle, but I’m not losing!” He retorted. “GO! Houndour!”

“One on one? Okay. GO! MEW!” I screamed.

Mew floated onto the battlefield, turning to tell me her attacks.

“I can use any attack you want me to use, but don’t use psychic attacks, they don’t have any effect.”

Meanwhile, Gordon threw his ball onto the field, releasing a small black puppy. The pokemon had a light orange underside and the same colour nose. It has two pricked up ears and between them was a bone coloured strip. Its legs were stubby and obviously not made for running. Just above the paw were two silver rings, these were on every leg. On its back were two bone strips that looked like a small rib cage. Its small black tail poked out of its behind and it stood up, not wagging at all. It obviously didn’t need the sign ‘Do not keep as a pet’.

“Fine, one on one, but I won’t lose, my Houndour’s a dark type and your Mew is a…” He was cut off by the realization of the fact he was facing a pokemon that had all the tricks. “You have a Mew?”

“Yep, sure do, the only one ever.” I boasted. “And she’s female!” I added with a smile.

“Okay, Houndour! Bite!” he ordered.

“Mew, wash that puppy away with water gun!” I commanded.

Mew sat in the air while the black puppy charged towards her. Its gleaming white teeth gnashing all the time. Mew suddenly did two backward somersaults in the air and released a massive jet of water. The water wasn’t exactly fast, as the tube didn’t go white, but it was fast enough for the puppy to get wet, which he obviously didn’t enjoy. Unfortunately for my pokemon, and me this little puppy was determined, and after being soaked head to, well tail, he decided to continue his charge, and, bit my Mew, sending her into recoil.

“Wait ago Houndour!” Gordon cheered.

“Good Job Mew.” I confirmed.

“So much for a legendary! ‘She’ sucks!” he taunted.

“Lets see about that shall we!” I replied. “Mew! Mega Throw!”

“That isn’t a move James!” Mew told me.

Just throw the ******* as far as you can, preferably towards the ocean! I told Mew.

“Okay James!” Mew smiled.

“What the hell is that?” Gordon asked.

“Watch and learn.”

Out of nowhere, a white-gloved hand appeared. It was roughly the size of me. It grabbed the scared puppy, and threw it, towards, what I hoped was the nearest ocean.

The last image that I saw of that Houndour was its small body fly into the distance. The howling effect was an added bonus.

“Not so weak now huh?”

Gordon slowly turned, but didn’t get far, as I threw my Sword, with extreme accuracy into the back of his head. The spinning blade slicing his small head in half.

I walked over to his stunned body, which was still standing up.

“No backing out of a deal Gordon!” I exclaimed. Removing the blade from his head and placing it back in my scabbard. With one powerful kick, his body was on the ground. Nicking his food and potions and stuff, I walked away from Shaw town, with loads of gaping faces and crying faces behind me.

 

[Shiny May]

well it's a good chap but I have to say that I like "A Forest's Newbie" better then this fic. It's good and all but I don't like the fact that James is evil. That's all !! XD

Keep it up!

 

[Motig]

He won't become completely evil, the character in the next chapter who joins him changes his ways, thats abit of a spoiler, huh?
More reveiws would be welcome, i'm starting the next chapter now

L8r

Shiny ;135;

 

[Space Skitty]

This chapter was good. Mew's proving to be quite helpful to James. I wonder what the new character's gonna be like. Keep it up!