First and foremost, thank you Treecko's awesomeness (TA, for short) for an amazing beta. For his first time, he did an awesome job, not only correcting my grammar mistakes but also walking me through what I did wrong. There may still be some in there, but I think between the two of us, we got them.
Chapter 5: Don’t Pressure Us
“AND ALL THESE DEMONS, THEY KEEP ME UP ALLLLLL NIGHT!”
<Make it stop, make it stop! > Moaned a medium sized green spider, its eight legs wobbling and many eyes wincing in pain.
“I don’t think he can hear you,” chuckled its trainer, a fit man dressed far too nicely to be out in the woods.
“John?” he asked. No answer. Instead the boy next to him, who, even at the age of sixteen was at least a foot taller than him, burst into an air guitar solo that made his starter Pokémon shy away in embarrassment.
<I’ll handle this,> said the Espeon resolutely, as she trotted in front of the oblivious boy. He fell, hard, tripping over his best friend, Violet.
After stumbling (and falling) on some roots, he ripped the earphones out of his ears and stopped singing.
“I’d ask what that was for, but yeah…” he shrugged, embarrassed. His gaze met Rich’s, who was clearly attempting to hold back laughter. Violet however, wasn’t as polite, and was cackling louder than he had been singing.
He contemplated looking away, but decided to save face, instead moving the sunglasses from their perch on the rim of his hat to his eyes. At least he looked like a badass.
The sun was bright, and still lukewarm, the weather around them clinging to the last bit of Indian summer. The leaves in this part of Johto were slower to change, and as such, the brilliant hues of red and orange were replaced with fading green and emerging yellow. The breeze was abundant, tousling the boy’s hair and moderating the temperature. The sky, or what they could see of it, was a majestic blue.
As they continued along in the forests of Route 32, they traveled in silence. It had been three weeks of confinement in Violet City, during which John had been a very vocal companion. The attack by the Confederation of Galactic Governments (as they had since been calling themselves) had scared the militia leaders, so much so that they had stayed in Violet for some time to both regroup and handle their fear.
The clincher came yesterday, when Richard Jordan had dropped the bomb that the “core three” of John, Gabe, and Meghan, would not be able to travel together on this scouting mission, and instead, they would be dividing into pairs. John was also dismayed to hear that Falkner would be leading the militia to their rendezvous point at Union Cave, and that he would have to travel with Rich, who he had badmouthed nearly the entire three weeks.
<You know, it wouldn’t be this awkward if you hadn’t gone on that tirade last week, > Violet half lectured, half laughed.
“I didn’t know he was there,” John muttered, “and besides, I didn’t say anything that bad.”
<You called him an idiotic penis-muncher who wouldn’t know Pokémon if a Tyrannitar sat on him, > she couldn’t contain her laughter.
“Oh, well that,” he smiled.
<I agree with John, he is a bit of a penis-muncher, > Luna chirped from her spot a few inches over John’s shoulder.
John burst out laughing, “Do you even know what that means?” he said.
<Sure I do! Penis is a kind of…fruit! In fact you could find them here on Route 32, thank you very much! > The Hoothoot’s voice got higher as she tried to defend herself.
<Penis!> Bilbo cried from his spot. He was riding inside John’s backpack, his legs and tail inside while his tiny arms and enormous jaw were comfortably out in the fresh air.
<Great, the damn Totodile learned a new word, > said Jordan’s Spinarak, who had dropped back to talk with the dysfunctional group.
“What’s going on back there?” Jordan called as he forced his way past a thorn bush and into a clearing. They had been travelling down Stantler paths for a while now, and needed an opening to see where they were.
“Nothing!” John called back as he made his way towards the thorn bushes. He glared at Legs, as he lifted his leg up threateningly.
< I didn’t hear anything, > the Spinarak muttered.
“Come ‘ere Violet,” he said, lifting her up so that she would avoid the menacing bush, adding, “my God, you’re heavy.”
<Shut up you, > she laughed, whipping her tail at him playfully as he lifted her over and placed her on the ground.
“You seem to be in a good mood today,” he smiled, lifting one leg over the side of the bush.
“Fuc
k” he winced in pain.
<I’m just happy that she-beast isn’t here today, > Violet smiled in return as John successfully made it through.
“Meghan is not that bad!” he said defensively.
<I meant her Gliscor, > Violet again laughed.
< Say what you want about his battle skills, but he’s a keeper, that’s for sure, > she thought. <But wait until she hears that her boy was calling her names, > she winked.
“I AM NOT HER BOY!” he roared, his mind focused on the conversation, his body now focused on climbing an increasingly steep rocky outcropping.
<You’re right, you’re mine, > she smirked.
“Damn straight,” he laughed, cresting the top of the massive rock. The loose nature of the outcropping had complicated their climb, but surprisingly, the often-klutzy John did not have an incident.
“There,” Jordan breathed, pointing towards a medium sized mountain in the distance. It was completely exposed; looking like a dormant volcano- there was no vegetation, no snow, just rocks. It looked very unforgiving.
“We aren’t climbing that thing, are we?” John nervously asked. There was still some obvious tension between the two.
“No,” Jordan started condescendingly at first, but then changed his tone, “well, not exactly. We have two options, go around it, or go under it. That’s Union Mountain, and we could theoretically go through Union Cave…” he trailed off.
“But?” John asked, sensing the hesitation in his voice.
“Well we have a lot of people with us, and that cave is very cramped. So the only other alternative is to take the road around the mountain, which is dangerous. It’s close to the ocean and pretty narrow, so going will be slow,” he explained.
<So you’re worried about Galactic picking us off if we have to travel so slowly? > Violet asked, genuine concern in her voice.
“Well…to be honest, yes,” Jordan responded soberly.
“We’ll just have to be diligent,” John said, “Set out patrols and scouts and whatnot. Old Violet and I can handle anything,” he winked at his Espeon.
<Who are you calling old? > She growled in response, playfully scratching at him.
John scanned the horizon; a lush forest cut in half by a winding road led to the jagged Union Mountain. Just on the edge of the horizon, there was the beginnings of a pier, and a faint reflection of sunlight across the water. He turned west now, the forest continuing all the way up to a large building that served as a gate. Past that, he saw what appeared to be dilapidated sandstone and limestone structures attached to very unstable looking caves. They were scattered about haphazardly, and there seemed to be flood ponds breaking up the structures.
“Whats that?” he asked, pointing to the ruins.
“Oh, that?” Jordan paused, “Those are just the Ruins of Alph. They contain Unown, you know, like the ruins in the Seviis? Although these ones…they’re special.”
“Special how?” John asked.
“Nothing that you need to concern yourself with,” Jordan said, coming off as condescending, but attempting to be comforting, “besides,” he added, “you need to worry about your love life. I see what’s going on between you and Meghan.”
He blushed furiously, “it’s nothing. Honestly. I know she likes me, and if I didn’t have a girlfriend…”
“Stop right there,” Jordan said, “Trust me. Don’t even let yourself go down that road. You have enough on your plate as it is, especially since it looks like Gabe likes her too.”
“Thanks,” he said weakly. He knew that Jordan was right, he had an amazing thing going on with Lindsey, a love that was previously unknown to the usually dense boy existed between the two of them. Yet with Meghan, there was this passion, and freshness, and a rebellious drive that reminded him of… Lindsey.
“I guess I just miss her,” he said, noticed the look of confusion on Jordan’s face, “Lindsey, I mean. We went through a lot together.”
“I know you two were pretty close,” he smiled, “but you have to set Meghan straight, and soon. If this causes a divide between the group, I’m going to have to do something.”
“It won’t get that far,” John said, “I promise.”
“You’ve always been a man of your word, even if that word was spoken obnoxiously loud and with profanities,” Jordan laughed, pulling the boy into a one armed embrace. For a split second, John felt like he did when he was with family.
“Speak of the devils, there they are,” said Jordan, pointing to two tiny specks travelling down the winding dirt road. It looked like they were waving.
“They’re already near the rendezvous point for the evening, if we want to have any rest at all before leaving tomorrow morning, we’ll have to make haste.” Jordan said, packing his things and sliding down the ridge.
“Always on the move,” John muttered. He smiled briefly to himself. Except for the lack of trainers demanding a battle from him, for one of the first times since April, he felt like he was on a real journey.
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“That was definitely them!” Gabe shouted, as they turned around.
“They were like two miles away, how do you know?” Meghan snorted, Vesta, her Ledian, agreeing with her.
“What other adult, teenager duo is traveling this route right now? That was either them or we’re fu-ked beyond all recognition.”
<Language! > Giallo lightly slapped him across the face.
<Yes, my virgin ears! > Emory, Meghan’s Gliscor chimed in.
“Oh be quiet, you curse worse than a truck driver!” Meghan laughed.
<I FU-KING DON’T! TAKE THAT BACK! > Roared Emory.
“Case and point,” Meghan smiled while Gabe nearly cried with laughter.
<Where are we going master? > Rohan, the tiny Cyndaquil next to Gabe chirped.
“I told you,” Gabe said, picking his Pokémon up and placing it on his shoulder, “to a dock. It’s kind of like a floor, but it’s on the water. You’ll like it!”
<I dunno…water is pretty scary. Do I have to go in? > Rohan shook nervously.
“Nah bud, you can just hang with me,” Gabe chuckled.
<You promise? > the Cyndaquil asked in the most adorable tone it could muster.
“I promise,” Gabe said, kissing the little Pokémon’s forehead.
<Awwww that’s adorable! > Emory said, hovering near Meghan, <WHY CAN’T YOU BE NICE TO ME LIKE THAT!>
“Cause you stopped being cute,” Meghan joked. Emory did not think it was funny.
“Looks like we don’t have too much further to go,” Gabe said, awkwardly, feeling as though he had interrupted Meghan and Emory.
“I can already smell the ocean!” she smiled. The trees alongside their path were finally starting to thin out, large, menacing oaks giving way to skinny, crooked pines. Bird Pokémon flew over their heads in abundance, occasionally swooping down to grab a bug Pokémon from the road or trees. When he first started his journey, Gabe found this absolutely horrifying, but he had become accustomed to it.
Zazu would do the same thing if he were a wild Pokémon, he reasoned.
The sun was brilliant today, a pleasant change from the weeks of rain they had while in Violet City. Fall, it seemed, was quite content with its sluggish takeover of summer. In Unova, Gabe’s home region, at this point in October, the temperature would rarely reach 60 degrees; here in Johto, it was nearly 70 degrees. Not that he was complaining.
He put his sunglasses on, as the glare from the waning afternoon sun had become unbearable, and shifted his hat. Down the road, perhaps only a half mile away, he caught a faint reflection of sunlight over the water. The docks were close.
<I know why you have those, you know, > the tiny flying squirrel Pokémon on his other shoulder whispered in his ear.
“What, you mean my shades?” said Gabe, playing it cool.
<Yeah… um…those, > Giallo said choking back laughter, <you got them to stare at ‘old D cups over there. >
Immediately Gabe’s skin color became the same color as his maroon Violet College shirt. “I hate you,” he managed to mutter.
“Gabe?” the question seemed to catch him off guard, although Meghan talking to him usually had the effect on him.
God if she heard Giallo then I’m totally fu-ked, he thought, paralyzed with fear.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked.
Phew!
“You’re a guy… god this is awkward,” she paused.
“Megs, come on, you can talk to me” he smiled.
Yep, I’m smooth.
“You’re right,” she smiled back, a ray of insecurity shining through her otherwise solid armor of overconfidence, “do you know if John likes me?”
Fu-k!
“I…er…honestly?” he stuttered in response.
“I’d expect nothing less from you,” she said, rather forcefully.
Typical Meghan… he thought.
“Do you mean as…you know, more than friends? Because he has a girlfriend, and quite frankly I’m kind of shocked you’d even ask this question,” Gabe responded, resoundingly. The dock was nearly upon them, a light sea breeze now making itself known.
“I know but…I know he likes me. I can see it, I’m not stupid,” she said, her tone quickly switching from apprehensive to defiant.
“Look,” he said, growing annoyed, “we’ve talked about it. He thinks you’re really cute, but we all do. You remind him of his girlfriend back at home, not the other way around. I know those two have been having problems…I mean maybe if he wasn’t dating her…” he stopped.
Pretty sure I broke some kind of bro code with that one, he sighed. “You have to talk to him about it,” he paused, breaking the quick, but still awkward silence. “Because we’re in the middle of a fu-king war, and the poor dude has to help lead a militia, the last thing he needs is a love triangle.”
“You’re right,” she said quickly.
“Didn’t know you were capable of saying those words to me,” he chuckled.
“Don’t get used to it,” she snapped, “I’ll talk to him tonight and work it out. And not to completely change the subject, but I’m thinking here is good a place as any for camp,” she said, pointing to large expanse of grass by the side of the road.
“Fine,” he smiled triumphantly. “I’ll set up camp, you can scout out a perimeter, make sure there isn’t anything out here.”
“Alright,” she smiled back, beckoning to her Pokémon to stay behind, “I’ll check it out. But all I’m going to find is a couple of Pidgey and Hoothoot,” she sighed.
“Well then maybe you can catch something, I’m sure Vesta and Emory are lonely,” he joked. She looked angrily at him in reply, and seemed to storm off.
“What did I do?” he asked, aloud to the Pokémon congregation around him.
<Well um… you see Meghan lost most of her Pokémon when Blackthorn was nuked. > Emory muttered awkwardly.
<HOW COULD YOU! YOU MADE HER SAD, GO APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW! > Roared Vesta, defiantly flying towards Gabe in a fit of rage.
<No hurt master!> Zazu jumped in front of Gabe, defiantly flapping its wings. The poor Pidgey was unable to fly; it still had most of its baby feathers, and wasn’t particularly aerodynamic. In fact, it kind of looked like a puffball.
<AWW IT’S SO CUTE! > Vesta smiled, forgetting about Gabe completely and stopping abruptly in front of the blushing Zazu. <Do you want to learn how to fly? > She asked in a baby voice.
<Yup! > Chirped Zazu, again attempting to master the ability in vain.
<Come with me you little cutie, > the Ledian smiled, taking him down the beach.
<Now, first, spread your wings out, > she said, spreading her multiple arms out as well as her wings. <It’s a little different for me, cause Imma bug, but it’s not hard!>
<Like this, Ms. Vesta? > Zazu chirped, slowly and carefully forming his words.
<Yes! But don’t you call me Ms. Vesta silly! Call me auntie Vesta, or something like that, ‘cause I’m gonna look after you, > she smiled.
Zazu was beaming.
<Now,> said Vesta, <breath in deeply, and clear your mind. For you, I would jump in the air, and very carefully flap your wings. >
Zazu did as he was told; he drew in a deep breath, jumped in the air, and rapidly flapped his wings. The end result however, was the same, he fell flat on his butt and did little more then stir the sand up.
<Don’t you worry honey, > Vesta hugged the distraught Pidgey, <We’ll get it. >
Meanwhile, just as Vesta took an interest in Pidgey, Emory had done the same with Rohan.
<Now, come on, hit me with an Ember attack, > Emory demanded.
<Right at your chest? Isn’t that…you know…going to hurt? > Rohan skittishly stared at the ground.
<Oh please honey, don’t worry about my anatomy, I was built for this, > Emory smiled, attempting to be as accommodating and nice as possible.
<All right then, here we go! > Rohan concentrated for a brief second, and sent a scorching hot Ember attack at Emory, who, surprisingly, withstood it, wincing a bit.
<There ya go! No hesitation! I’m proud of you. > She exclaimed, nursing her wounds.
<I did it! What else? > Rohan exclaimed.
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4:00 Johto Standard Time
“I can’t believe he could be so insensitive!” She whispered loudly to herself. She took out her aggressions on a nearby branch, ripping it from the skinny young oak tree that encroached on her path.
I don’t even know why I’m doing this, there is nothing
out here, she thought angrily. The sun was setting, and not only was it getting harder to see in the labyrinth of trees, but it the temperature was dropping significantly.
“Sh-t!” she yelled, as her wide brimmed sun hat was knocked off her head by yet another large branch. As she reached down to go grab it, she felt the wind take hold of her short maroon dress, nearly exposing her panties. Not that anyone would see them, this far out into the woods.
She paused for a second, fixing her dress. She heard a faint rustling in the berry bushes a few yards in front of her. They were pretty large, so she couldn’t quite see the perpetrator, which alarmed her.
She grabbed her hat, placing it firmly back on her head, and decided to turn back. She had scanned a radius of nearly a mile, and found nothing. Most of the wild Pokémon here for either extremely weak, or hiding from her, and there wasn’t a soul anywhere near this route.
<You know, you shouldn’t curse, it’s not very becoming of a lady, > said a snarky yet familiar voice.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!” a startled Meghan frantically searched for the Pokéballs that were supposed to be on her belt. To her horror, she discovered she had none.
< You don’t remember me? > Asked a large, yellow Pokémon, as he stepped from the bushes. Its white underbelly was stained with blood and caked with mud. His stubby arms were scratched and bruised, and he walked with a limp. Still, the red orb on his head glowed with a fiery passion, and the Pokémon had a great deal of life in his eyes.
“No…that’s not possible. You died! I saw your body!” tears began to stream down Meghan’s face.
The Ampharos smiled, <It’s me, Chatham. And I have returned to you, my master, after a very long journey. >
Meghan lost herself, running toward the Pokémon and hastily throwing a hug on him. He winced, and she relented slightly, pulling back to stare into his eyes.
“How did you find me?” she asked, dumbfounded.
<Before the explosion at Blackthorn, I noticed a few suspicious people by a truck downtown. I broke away from the group to follow these people, and I ended up all the way back towards our camp, on Route 45. By then, I had discovered just what these people were up to, and I was on my way to inform you, when they shot me. When you were evacuating, you found me, and I was essentially dead. I knew that I would only weigh you down, so I allowed you to think I was gone. But nearly 20 minutes after you had evacuated, a Pokémon doctor quickly treated my wounds. Even though I was in excruciating pain, I ran for my life, to avoid the radiation. I figured, like me, you would go south. It was just luck….I saw you with that boy and ran my hardest to find you, > now he was crying as he embraced his master.
“I missed you so much Chatham,” she breathed, looking up briefly to see a small, pudgy yellow sheep, with a glowing orb on the back of its tail.
“Who’s that?” she asked, whipping away her tears.
<That is my…er son. I adopted him two weeks ago, when I saw his parents had been murdered. Can he come with us? > Chatham asked.
“Absolutely,” she smiled warmly, grabbing two empty Pokéball off her belt.
< No need for that, > he smiled, giving her a very damaged, but still functioning Pokéball with a lightning sticker on it, < I saved it. I knew I would find you someday. >
“Now, let’s get you fixed up. Jordan will tend to you when we get back to camp. You’ll meet everyone, and live with us,” she smiled, withdrawing her Pokémon.
“Come here little guy,” she smiled, showing him the Pokéball. The Mareep obliged, nudging the button with his tiny nose, and allowing himself to be captured.
Meghan was so caught up in her tearful reunion; she hadn’t heard the sounds of two obvious men creeping up on her.
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2:30 Johto Standard Time
“You see, bagged feces. They can’t be more than a half a day away,” smiled an evil looking robed man as he pulled a yellow bag from out of the dirt.
“Desolous, that’s fu-king disgusting,” Scott said, as he adjusted his purple vest, so that the distinctive “G” could be visible as possible.
“Here,” chuckled the twenty-something man, as he threw the yellow bag at a disgusted Scott. He narrowly avoided tainting his uniform, but wasn’t so lucky when Desolous threw some charcoal he found at him.
“Knock it off, “ he whined, reaching for a Pokéball.
“Don’t even think about it. No Pokémon,” barked the man.
“Why not? I just want to hang out with Slice or Quickstart. They’ve been cooped up for days now,” he complained as the duo set off again, into the bushes and trees of Route 32.
“Because I said so,” spat Desolous.
He found himself longing for the days when he could simply walk with his Pokémon, make camp, and relax with them. The beautiful weather and adventurous travel of the day reminded him of a much simpler time.
But he remembered the cause; he remembered what they were fighting for. If they succeeded, the world would be a better place, for everyone. They would be able to shape the world in their image, to create a world where war and abuse didn’t have to happen. And he would be in charge of that world. The Empress didn’t have the control over him she thought she did.
Desolous is always such an as-hole, he thought,
Just a fu-king stick in the mud, that’s what he is. If I want to hang out with my Pokémon, god-damnit I will!
He again reached for his Pokéballs, but his hand was slapped away by the bitter man beside him.
“Shh,” he said, “look at this,” as he parted a section of a large thorn bush, without so much as a wince, and pointed to a large electric Pokémon, that Scott recognized as an Ampharos, and its counterpart, a Mareep, slowly limping south.
“That’s the Mareep of the Ampharos we shot!” Scott exclaimed quietly.
“I know, shut up!” Desolous barked.
“I wonder what that Ampharos is doing?” Scott said, ignoring Desolous’ order for silence, and silently removing and cocking his gun.
Desolous grabbed it defiantly, put the safety on, and stuffed it back in Scott’s holster. “Not now, idiot. Let’s follow the thing. I have a good feeling about this.”
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4:30 Johto Standard Time
“I’m sorry to break up this warm little reunion, but you’re under arrest,” cackled a triumphant Desolous, his gun pointed at the scared teenage girl.
“Fu
ck off! On whose authority?” Meghan barked, reaching for a Pokéball. Again she realized that Chatham was in no condition to fight, and she didn’t have Emory or Vesta with her.
“The Galactic Confederacy’s authority!” Scott yelled as he drew his gun, “Show some respect!”
“Last I checked we’re in Johto. Johto is free, so why don’t you run along before my Gliscor has her way with you,” she stood up, clenching her fists. She was bluffing, but they didn’t know that.
“Come off it girl. We’ve been here the whole time. The only two Pokémon you have are a beaten Ampharos and a pathetic looking Mareep,” Desolous snarled.
She shivered, half out of fear, and half out of cold. The wind had picked up, and the sun had essentially set. It didn’t matter; large, ominous clouds had begun their march toward the horizon, and had covered the sky.
“Fuc
k off! They could kick your as
s,” she yelled, but with less fervor. She was trying to think of an escape plan, and couldn’t.
“Look,” Desolous growled, over a distant roll of thunder, “I’ll give you to the count of three to come over here. If you don’t, I’ll shoot you right fu-king here.”
She turned her head, and began to take slow steps toward camp.
“One,” she heard.
“Two,” she heard.
“Three,” she heard. No shot.
“Looks like you’re the one who’s bluffing,” she turned around and smiled.
“Oh yeah?” Desolous cocked his gun, and pulled his hood off. He revealed his hideously scarred, grey face; his eyes were bloodshot, and heavy dark bags hung from them. His hair was short, some of it seemed to even be charred away, and a large, open wound ran across the top.
“…Andrew?” she asked, stunned.
“So now you know the truth…” he paused, “I’m so sorry,” he snarled sarcastically, raising his boney fingers and small, black pistol, and fired.
After a loud noise, she felt a brief flash of pain her shoulder, but nothing nearly as bad as what she was expecting. She focused her attention on her arm, and saw a streak of blood but nothing else; the bullet had grazed her.
Desolous, however, was on the ground, his robes drenched and his gun on a root beside him. A tiny, triumphant Bilbo stood to his side, shooting a steady stream of highly pressurized water at the man. Meghan made an instinct move for his gun, but was kicked away by Scott, who shot at her and missed.
“Put the gun down right now!” yelled Richard Jordan, who held his pistol with poise, his gigantic Mamoswine looming behind him, gearing up for a Blizzard attack.
“Now!” he yelled again, forcefully. Scott quickly tired to retort, moving his gun towards Richard in an effort to shoot him. Richard shot him swiftly in the shoulder, knocking the gun out of his hands.
Bilbo and Violet, who had taken care of Desolous, relented slightly as John grabbed the two men’s weapons.
“You alright?” he yelled as be clumsily pointed one of the guns at the shaken Desolous.
“I’m fine!” she quietly winced.
“Grab his Pokéballs!” Richard yelled, and John obliged, moving to grab the man’s belt. He was met with a swift kick in the groin, and an ensuing punch in the jaw. Desolous grabbed his gun, and pointed it at the boy.
“Let Scott go, or the boy dies,” he screamed, shaking the gun right next to John’s head.
“Scott? You two-timing cowardly son of a bitc
h! Fuc
k you!” John spat.
“SHUT THE FU
CK UP, KID!” Desolous howled, slamming the gun into his head.
“HEY!” Jordan screamed, shooting Scott again, this time right above the knee. The teenager fell in pain as blood gushed from his wound. John looked away, in disgust.
Desolous grabbed at one of his Pokéballs, tossed it in the air, and yelled “Teleport!” And almost instantly, Desolous and Scott disappeared into the twilight.
To be continued....
A/N:So there is a lot of swearing in this one, didn't notice that until today. At any rate, the character bios have been updated. The next chapter is due out in early January, entitled: Up All Night. Sorry for the delay!
