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Well some of you may be able to recall the fanfic I posted here about six months ago, but I had other things to do and never got round to it. But how does this sound: Brand new plot, brand new characters and brand new enthusiasm? Sounds great to me. Where do I sign?
That's right, another one. This one will near completion in sects, one at a time, so I can take all the time I need to perfect it. Of course I will make sure I am ahead of schedule before I post anything on here.
Well here it is so far.
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The crowd screamed its approval. This had to have been the greatest showdown since the ‘awakening’. Thousands of fans had travelled thousands of miles just to see what they had read about so many times in the Kanto magazine ‘Places and People,’ extracted from the popular Johto radio show. Many articles of this young prodigy had been posted to people all over the region, and it was almost impossible to get tickets for an opportunity such as this.
The ball dropped. Well, technically it rolled, if you want to be precise. The red and white orb span at an electric speed towards it’s waiting opponent, leaving red-hot gashes in the ground beneath it. The crowd roared, for the hundredth time at least, and this had only been going for 5 minutes. The groundskeepers on the sidelines looked horrified. This was going to cost millions in repair, but the Mayor was not worried, they had already made a small fortune in ticket prices. This kid was proving far more useful than he had first anticipated.
This was going to be interesting.
This so-called ‘child prodigy’ was first thought out either a little vain or very paranoid, never letting more than the bottom half of the face to be revealed, always wearing a black band across the eyes and never revealing a name. The prodigy had once been caught by surprise without it on and that particular person (who shall remain nameless) who saw this once in a lifetime opportunity never spoke again. That is one of the main reasons why he is nameless; he can’t speak to anyone, let alone pick up a pen and right it down.
The papers fondly referred to the prodigy as ‘The Opportunity’ mainly because if there was ever a cross-region was he could eliminate if not pacify their enemies without even breaking a sweat. This kid was something special, something fresh, something … un-natural. Nobody had every seen anything like it, and today was no exception.
Perhaps the fact that the Opportunity always wore black worried some people. Maybe the fact that speech was below the prodigy, or perhaps it was the strength. All these are really good reasons. But do you know what the scariest thing was?
Never had a female ever reached the top of the food chain, never had they heard of a female with such strength. She could destroy Goldenrod City in one swish of the hand, and cripple a fully-grown man without so much as moving.
Quartz was, without a doubt, the best opportunity that the Kanto Region had ever had.
The black-clad teenager stood stock still in the small operating booth. Around her were various buttons with operations listed underneath. She had no reason to move, she could press the button without lifting a finger. She had had the power since birth. There was no stopping her. Whatever she wanted, she got. She spoke only to a small handful of individuals and that was through telekinesis, not through vocal speech. She was psychic, but possibly the strongest psychic to ever have lived. She beat Sabrina in a battle of the wits without leaving her bedroom, and Liza and Tate’s Pokemon were incapacitated before they even left their balls. No, this was something different. She was in control, she was the one pulling the strings, nothing could stop her.
Her thoughts wavered from the control booth to the crowd outside. In her mind’s eye (and I mean that in a literal way) she could see them waiting patiently. They had been told that noise would only distract exactly what they had come to see, and only to cheer when completely necessary. She needed full concentration, but years of full concentration can do weird things to people. And this was far from weird, it was insane.
It began.
Quartz’s mind raced immediately as the ball was dropped. This was it, this was her life. On show for some idiots who want to see some kinetics. She would give them a show alright, she never disappointed her fans.
A speeding Voltorb rolled it’s way towards the booth. The gashes it left in the floor were still steaming. The ball Pokemon leaped at the awaiting glass screen. It could see the lips of it’s victim moving soundlessly. It was at this point that the thing erupted out of the ground and sent the orb spinning, uncontrollably, in the opposite direction. The ball zoomed to the other edge of the stadium and crashed exactly where one of the crowd had been sitting only seconds ago. The crowd loved this new turn of events, but the Mayor looked furious. She was not doing what she was paid to do, she was bored.
A thought wave passed over the mayors brain. An immense pain that could not be explained by any scientist in the entire Kanto region. People had tried tests with psychic power, not many of them still live to continue this research. “Let’s play a little game,” it said, “I do what I want, and you let me go, deal?” Then the pain was gone, as quick as it had come. Quartz was still standing in her booth, without so much as a single hair out of place. This is what she lived to do. To have power, to use it for her own wishes, not the wishes of others. This was it, her final breakout.
She moved.
The booth crumpled before her and she sprinted to the open stadium. The Voltorb, who after an encounter like that was in no fit shape to battle, ignored her. Although the girl felt no pity for humans, her love for Pokemon was solid. She picked a ball off her belt and directed it towards the crushed ball, scooping it up in a shock of red light. ‘Rest my friend, not far now.’ She sped to the back exit, noticing in her mind’s eye the three guards in hot pursuit. She turned, whilst still running, and fired a bolt of psychic energy, which knocked her pursuers off balance and into the taco vendor.
Giggling, to herself, of course, she never displayed emotion to anyone, she ran through the gaping hole in the wall left by a previous psychic burst from her loyal partner, Krane, and took the opportunity to teleport out of range of the psychic prevention band. Of course the only psychic power being prevented in the dome was teleportation, otherwise there would be nothing to see.
The Mayor eventually (he is a rather large man) made it to the spot where the Opportunity had slipped his grasp. “This is it then, she wants to play rough, she won’t be the only one!”
The men behind him prepped their PokeBalls in their sockets. They were ready, this is what they were trained to do. Hunt rogues, and at this moment in time Quartz wasn’t just a rogue, she was a dangerously powerful one.
The Prodigy materialised on the outskirts of Celadon City. This was her favourite teleportation spot as it was so close to the big city and yet nobody ever used this route to get access to the little goldmine. It was the perfect spot. She settled herself onto the grass and began to meditate. Her trusty Krane soon finished her scan of the area and came to join her. Krane was a middle-aged (for a Pokemon) Gardevoir, however this one was special in particular. It had shocking black eyes, even the whites of the eyes were black. This mutation happened as it was given to Quartz at birth and a special psychic bonding occurred between the two, they were inseparable. Unfortunately for the midwife who had been in the isolation unit when this had happened, she was thrown with tremendous force out of the window, landing on a dumpster. It wouldn’t have been that dangerous, it was a soft dumpster, had it not been for the fact that they had been five storeys up at the time.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing as her first priority. She would have been a pretty girl, if the eyes were not completely blacked out like her Gardevoir. She wore a band over them to avoid startling people anywhere she went, preferring the odd mutterings of ‘how can she see with that thing over her eyes?’ She didn’t care; her only goals in life were to gain happiness for every Pokemon herself. She had long, shiny black hair with a black blouse and baggy cargo trousers (or pants depending on what region you come from). She had spider-wed design gloves and a grey belt in which to clip her PokeBalls, PokeNav and PokeDex. She did not carry a bag, there was no need for one when you can carry something along with you using only your mind.
She used her psychic powers to see around her. She had the eyesight of a hawk even with her eyes closed, so there was no worry of being sneaked up on. She was perfectly safe. She looked at the clearing around her. Deep green leaves were scattered over the floor with the occasional Caterpie sound asleep underneath the foliage. Her mind wandered to her partner, Krane. She was possibly the only friend she had ever had and they shared a love which could never be broken. However the two could not speak to each other, but they shared an open brainwave signal so that whatever one felt would be felt by the other. Handy when one is in trouble and in need of assistance.
She felt herself moving over to herself. She had a few scars on her fore-arms from previous ‘battles of the wits’ as they are fondly called, but really meaning psychic showdown. They were brutal and the involved Pokemon were usually damaged beyond repair. Pokemon! She had almost forgotten about the Voltorb she had scooped up on her way out. She concentrated on it. She could feel its pain, it was in so much pain. She had to get it to a medical center before it was too late. She leaped up, not surprised that her Pokemon was one step ahead of her, setting off ahead of her. Feeling the ball in her right hand, she started to run, fast. There was no time for mistakes.
She sped around the corner and up the large welcome steps to the big city. It was night currently, she noted, so not many people would be around. Good, however she didn’t lax security, keeping to the shadows until she reached the telltale red sign. Of course it would be a stupid mistake now to just enter the center and place the ball on the counter, she was not that stupid. After all, she could see ahead of herself and find the best course of action in any situation.
She waited until a lone straggler passed the center. She needed a decoy, or at least someone who could take the Pokemon into the center and bring it back out for her. Luckily there was a such power which she and her Gardevoir could engage in. It was a special telekinetic connection they could form to allow the unsuspecting person to feel like there was nothing more important than to engage in the activity the two partners desired (not to be abused, mind). So this unsuspecting person was immediately subdued by positive waves over his brain.
“Why don’t you go to the Pokemon Center?” Why not, the man thought, it seemed like a good idea. He took one last look in the direction of the house he was headed to, his house, and turned right around to start his short journey to the Pokemon Center. He stopped not three metres from the door to see a lone PokeBall floating inches in front of his face. His next thought was “Hey why don’t I take this into the Center and get it healed?” So he scooped the ball out of midair and strode into the Pokemon Center without a backward glance.
Quartz smiled to herself. Idiot proof. Well, this idiot certainly couldn’t handle it. She waited until she heard the telltale sounds of the civilian’s footsteps on the welcome mat and sent another short burst of mind waves: “Hey that ball should just be put back where you got it shouldn’t it?” And of course the man obliged, placing the ball on the ground where he had found it floating. He strode off and Quartz left a nice little signal in his brain to make him go home and to bed, his memory would be removed by the morning.
The girl stealthily scooped up the little red and white ball and clipped it to her belt. There, she thought, three. Not bad considering she wasn’t even an official league trainer, quite the opposite. The third ball boasted her second in command, to her Gardevoir, the sister Pokemon. She was captured when Quartz was only 5 years old. It was her Espeon, Lolita, and when first caught she was an Eevee. Of course she doesn’t use her Pokemon as often as most people, as she prefers to rely on her own power, but it’s always nice to have an accomplice.
She tossed her dark hair aside and sprinted to the route she had come from. She had to keep moving from now on. She was not stupid. She was a rogue and no doubt a tracker had been placed in this Voltorb. She was probably being tracked right now, and she didn’t want a hit squad of rogue hunters on her back.
That’s right, Steven, your rogue hunters won’t get the better of me.
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Steven had always been a mysterious fellow. He was known as a Pokemon Master in two different regions, had defeated Team Magma and Aqua with only the aid of a ten-year-old boy and had won more badges than any other citizen ever recorded. He had won the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and even the Orange Island badges without breaking a sweat. He was by far the strongest trainer ever to have lived, well, except for one; our good old heroine Quartz. That was why he had kept a grudge on her all this time. He had become slightly power hungry since the destruction of the Battle Frontier, and so searched for trainers to defeat that would give him ultimate strength.
He had become the mayor of Magenta City (a new city built to house the ever-increasing population) and had confirmed the planning permission for the stadium himself. He had harnessed the power of the prodigy using his band of rogue hunters and had since been using her as an instant money-maker. The crowd loved her and she didn’t seem to have any problem with it, as she showed no emotion whatsoever. She was a little goldmine, and something that Steven had been feeding off of for the last six months. Until now. The Opportunity had slipped his grasp, and he had no idea of where to find her, or so he thought.
He was currently sat in his office, a large room in the main viewing box of the stadium. The walls were draped in purple sheets and banners, all sporting the slogan ‘Opportunity – The Prodigy’ He had been very proud of his goldmine, that was why he needed to get her back, to regain himself, and to put the public at ease from a potential threat to society. His hunters had been gone for over an hour now, searching the colosseum-sized complex for any clues on the girl’s whereabouts. They would check everywhere and everything. Her accommodation, anywhere she had been and even the crowd was interviewed, in large groups obviously, to save time. Of course he knew this wouldn’t amount to anything, the girl was smart. If she didn’t want to be captured then she wouldn’t leave any trace, and if someone somehow helped her escape they would be long-gone by now.
He slumped back in his chair and groaned. This was all going horribly wrong. It had taken many months of research and extra training to capture the girl in the first place, and now he had to do it all over again, and she was not going to make the same mistakes twice. She would be twice as hard to catch than the first time around.
A sudden knock at the door grasped his attention. That was odd, his secretary always buzzed him to let him know someone was coming up, but the buzz had been missed this time. However before he could say anything the door had opened and his secretary was standing in front of him. She was a young girl, joined straight from high school. Her name was April and she had short blonde hair and glasses. If Steven had given half a care for other people he would have found her quite attractive. She walked straight on up to his desk and placed a ball on the desk.
“What is it April?” he asked without a hint of interest. “If this is one of those ‘We need to release the contest Pokemon’ campaigns I might just have to fire you right here right now!” She grasped the ball again, soundlessly and stood back.
“No, sir. This is far more important, a lead to the missing girl,” she began, “This was just delivered straight to my desk. It previously contained the contest Voltorb used in the last battle. However …” she trailed off. She threw the ball into the air and it opened … releasing nothing. The ball closed again and dropped to the floor. “It’s gone, and after interviewing the crowd a few of them closest to the escape route saw the girl pick up the Voltorb on the way out.” She took a deep breath, looking at her boss.
He straightened his tie and stood up. Things like this were always interesting to an investigation, but there had to be a reason why she took the Pokemon. “April, I want you to go down to the OP room and tell them to keep a track on that Voltorb. However I feel this will amount to nothing special anyway.”
She frowned at him. “Aren’t you at least concerned about the condition of this poor Pokemon? You dragged it into this unwillingly!” she said with a hint of distaste in her voice.
Steven looked back at the ball. “No, and you shouldn’t have to either. Take a hike April, you’re fired!”
The team of three waited. Their job was about to get considerably more interesting, in fact this, to the team, was the best part of the business. The hunt. They had their PokeBalls at the ready, and their anti-psychic shots attached to their belts. This was an ingenious weapon developed by Steven’s own team of scientists (corrupt as it happens). It fired a dome of dark energy similar to that projected around the stadium. It was not powerful enough to injure any psychic energy in the area, just prevent it. It had help keep Quartz under control for the last few months, so it was not something she had not seen before.
They were sat at the OP room’s table, with the monitor in front of them. This was not exactly their favourite odd job, tagging some stupid girl who managed to escape, they’d rather be out there and catching the rogue than just sitting here tracking her. But orders were orders, and they didn’t want their pay to be docked because of disobedience.
The door opened and the boss walked in. He always looked powerful on duty, but right now he looked exhausted, but the flame was still burning in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let himself lose this one; he was determined. He settled himself into the seat at the head of the table and took a few deep breaths. He had to compose himself properly otherwise his soldiers would never take him seriously.
“Okay men, this is it.” He began, “we have tracked her to the one place she doesn’t want to be, Pallet Town, where there is no place to hide. We have already sent a message to the residents of the town to look out for her but it appears that wherever she is in the town she is well hidden. So it’s time for us to flush her out. Here is your mission briefing …”
The briefing went on for a full twenty minutes; they had all the time in the world. The men stared in full amazement of what they had to do. It was so simple and yet so ingenious. The fact that they could use any necessary force was all the more fun.
“Right you three, move out. Get to Pallet and track her down!”
‘Another trainer’ thought Quartz, as she rummaged her way through the thick bushes of some building’s back yard. It was a rather large building so she figured it must be the professor’s lab. Dozens of trainers were stood in the pathway near the entrance, so she only assumed. She had been hidden out here for nearly three hours, after she teleported away from Celadon City. She had been expecting it to be a little quieter but trust her to pick the first of the month, where every newbie trainer receives their first Pokemon. Typical.
She had been thinking the past few hours about what her ultimate goal in life was. She can’t remain a fugitive all her life; she had to amount to something. That was another reason why she had chosen this little town to arrive in. She wanted to become official, an official trainer. With a name that has never been heard by human ears and a face that has never been seen, the world had no idea of who she was, and she decided that perhaps it was time to move off a life of servitude and become something she would be proud of, a ranger, a trainer, a breeder, anything.
She pulled the band from her face and slowly allowed her eyes to adjust to the new light. They functioned well enough, but after many years of hiding them away one can never be too careful. She summoned a pocket mirror from one of her many pockets. Well, every girl needs one. She studied her new eyes; black, deep black. Even the whites of her eyes were a grey colour, would this ever lift?
Of course it would, and she knew exactly how. Her real life goal from now on was this. She knew what to get but not how to get it, so might as well start at the bottom.
The bottom of the food chain.
She stepped out of the bush with her PokeBalls clipped to her belt, heading for the front door of the lab where the mass of trainers was congregated. Many people looked at her as she passed, completely ignoring the line. She was the only female there and, to be quite honest, possibly the most beautiful thing these poor males had ever seen inside the Pallet Town boundaries.
She stepped straight into the lab, making no effort to conceal herself. There was nobody around. Of course there wasn’t, it was early in the morning, why else was everybody waiting outside? She stepped confidently over the threshold of room after room. She knew exactly where she was headed, she had scanned the room while she had been hiding. Her destination was right at the back of the lab, in a special room that was locked with a special ion key.
She confronted the door and the lock crumbled instantly. This was not a force to be reckoned with. If she had the willpower she could break into any building she wanted to. However she was not that sort of person so the KPD were lucky on that count. The door swung open in front of her and her prize was waiting for her. In the corner of the room was exactly what she needed, and it couldn’t be considered as stealing, well, from her point of view at any rate.
It was a blueprint. But this was a particular one she needed to grasp in order to gain what she was after. She pocketed it and made her way to the door. She sprinted through the first few rooms until she arrived back in the atrium. She skidded to a halt at the sight of the room.
The door lay shattered on the floor. The various machines that had been buzzing around the worktops were silent and there were four men standing facing her. One of them was Professor Oak Junior, Gary. He was knelt on the floor with a gun pressed to his forehead. The other three men were dressed in uniforms she had seen before, holding weapons she had seen before.
The chopper blades slowly died outside, the various fresh trainers lying on the ground in its wake. Unconscious, not dead, she could feel their energy. Low but enough to keep themselves alive. All this was summarise in under three seconds, due to her amazing reactions and, literally, psychic outlook on things.
One of the hunters cocked his weapon and fired at … empty air. The girl had projected herself to the other side of the room.
She wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
The hostage dropped to the floor as his captors released him in a frantic search for weapons. They pulled them out of their holsters and took aim. The only problem was there was nothing to aim at. They were staring at an empty room, save the broken machinery and piles of PokeBalls. Suddenly the girl materialized in front of them. As they pulled the trigger of their weapons they made a strange grinding noise that they had not heard before. All three guns were jammed.
They stood there facing their adversary. They were mere feet from the girl they had been sent to capture, and yet they could do nothing about it without anyway of preventing the use of her powers. The girl did not move, just stood there watching them. She knew they were harmless for the time being. It was then that she spoke, in her unusual mind wave power.
“I know you soldiers work on pride, and that you cannot back down from a challenge whilst on duty,” she began, looking the men straight in the eye, her band on once again. No point in giving them an unlikely advantage, “then I challenge you, any of you, two on two. What do you say?” It was very rare for her to ever challenge anyone to a battle, usually relying on her own powers. But she knew that she had to keep her honour and dignity and fight these men in the way that a normal trainer would. This was going to be fun.
*
The five arrived in the lab’s practice battle room, where twenty years previously Professor Gary Oak had first challenged Master Red, when both were rookie trainers. While Red had continued his journey and knocked Gary off of his post as League Champion, the young professor took over his grandfather at his death and has worked in the laboratory of Pallet Town ever since. Not quite as good as his dream of becoming the strongest trainer ever, but in times like this it was not an easy dream to follow.
The girl walked to the far side of the stadium and stood in the ball shaped pad. One of the three guards had also taken up a similar position on the opposite side. The metallic balls shone in their hands, the man’s gaze was solid.
They both selected two from their belts and prepared them. The other guards were holding the professor down, and their weapons were sprawled on the floor, useless. Quartz threw her first ball into the air, an Ultra Ball. It shimmered through the air and stopped, slowly opening. With a burst of blinding red light a small Pokemon materialised in the center of the arena, Lolita, the Espeon. The hunter did likewise, throwing a red ball into the air, revealing a large red form in the room.
A Machamp. The fool had chosen a fighting Pokemon over a Psychic one. This was the one mistake he would never make again.
Quartz smiled and the Pokemon sprang into action.
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Enjoy. I will post more when I am satisfied with the completion of this sect.
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That's right, another one. This one will near completion in sects, one at a time, so I can take all the time I need to perfect it. Of course I will make sure I am ahead of schedule before I post anything on here.
Well here it is so far.
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I
100%
The crowd screamed its approval. This had to have been the greatest showdown since the ‘awakening’. Thousands of fans had travelled thousands of miles just to see what they had read about so many times in the Kanto magazine ‘Places and People,’ extracted from the popular Johto radio show. Many articles of this young prodigy had been posted to people all over the region, and it was almost impossible to get tickets for an opportunity such as this.
The ball dropped. Well, technically it rolled, if you want to be precise. The red and white orb span at an electric speed towards it’s waiting opponent, leaving red-hot gashes in the ground beneath it. The crowd roared, for the hundredth time at least, and this had only been going for 5 minutes. The groundskeepers on the sidelines looked horrified. This was going to cost millions in repair, but the Mayor was not worried, they had already made a small fortune in ticket prices. This kid was proving far more useful than he had first anticipated.
This was going to be interesting.
This so-called ‘child prodigy’ was first thought out either a little vain or very paranoid, never letting more than the bottom half of the face to be revealed, always wearing a black band across the eyes and never revealing a name. The prodigy had once been caught by surprise without it on and that particular person (who shall remain nameless) who saw this once in a lifetime opportunity never spoke again. That is one of the main reasons why he is nameless; he can’t speak to anyone, let alone pick up a pen and right it down.
The papers fondly referred to the prodigy as ‘The Opportunity’ mainly because if there was ever a cross-region was he could eliminate if not pacify their enemies without even breaking a sweat. This kid was something special, something fresh, something … un-natural. Nobody had every seen anything like it, and today was no exception.
Perhaps the fact that the Opportunity always wore black worried some people. Maybe the fact that speech was below the prodigy, or perhaps it was the strength. All these are really good reasons. But do you know what the scariest thing was?
Never had a female ever reached the top of the food chain, never had they heard of a female with such strength. She could destroy Goldenrod City in one swish of the hand, and cripple a fully-grown man without so much as moving.
Quartz was, without a doubt, the best opportunity that the Kanto Region had ever had.
*
The black-clad teenager stood stock still in the small operating booth. Around her were various buttons with operations listed underneath. She had no reason to move, she could press the button without lifting a finger. She had had the power since birth. There was no stopping her. Whatever she wanted, she got. She spoke only to a small handful of individuals and that was through telekinesis, not through vocal speech. She was psychic, but possibly the strongest psychic to ever have lived. She beat Sabrina in a battle of the wits without leaving her bedroom, and Liza and Tate’s Pokemon were incapacitated before they even left their balls. No, this was something different. She was in control, she was the one pulling the strings, nothing could stop her.
Her thoughts wavered from the control booth to the crowd outside. In her mind’s eye (and I mean that in a literal way) she could see them waiting patiently. They had been told that noise would only distract exactly what they had come to see, and only to cheer when completely necessary. She needed full concentration, but years of full concentration can do weird things to people. And this was far from weird, it was insane.
It began.
Quartz’s mind raced immediately as the ball was dropped. This was it, this was her life. On show for some idiots who want to see some kinetics. She would give them a show alright, she never disappointed her fans.
A speeding Voltorb rolled it’s way towards the booth. The gashes it left in the floor were still steaming. The ball Pokemon leaped at the awaiting glass screen. It could see the lips of it’s victim moving soundlessly. It was at this point that the thing erupted out of the ground and sent the orb spinning, uncontrollably, in the opposite direction. The ball zoomed to the other edge of the stadium and crashed exactly where one of the crowd had been sitting only seconds ago. The crowd loved this new turn of events, but the Mayor looked furious. She was not doing what she was paid to do, she was bored.
A thought wave passed over the mayors brain. An immense pain that could not be explained by any scientist in the entire Kanto region. People had tried tests with psychic power, not many of them still live to continue this research. “Let’s play a little game,” it said, “I do what I want, and you let me go, deal?” Then the pain was gone, as quick as it had come. Quartz was still standing in her booth, without so much as a single hair out of place. This is what she lived to do. To have power, to use it for her own wishes, not the wishes of others. This was it, her final breakout.
She moved.
The booth crumpled before her and she sprinted to the open stadium. The Voltorb, who after an encounter like that was in no fit shape to battle, ignored her. Although the girl felt no pity for humans, her love for Pokemon was solid. She picked a ball off her belt and directed it towards the crushed ball, scooping it up in a shock of red light. ‘Rest my friend, not far now.’ She sped to the back exit, noticing in her mind’s eye the three guards in hot pursuit. She turned, whilst still running, and fired a bolt of psychic energy, which knocked her pursuers off balance and into the taco vendor.
Giggling, to herself, of course, she never displayed emotion to anyone, she ran through the gaping hole in the wall left by a previous psychic burst from her loyal partner, Krane, and took the opportunity to teleport out of range of the psychic prevention band. Of course the only psychic power being prevented in the dome was teleportation, otherwise there would be nothing to see.
The Mayor eventually (he is a rather large man) made it to the spot where the Opportunity had slipped his grasp. “This is it then, she wants to play rough, she won’t be the only one!”
The men behind him prepped their PokeBalls in their sockets. They were ready, this is what they were trained to do. Hunt rogues, and at this moment in time Quartz wasn’t just a rogue, she was a dangerously powerful one.
*
The Prodigy materialised on the outskirts of Celadon City. This was her favourite teleportation spot as it was so close to the big city and yet nobody ever used this route to get access to the little goldmine. It was the perfect spot. She settled herself onto the grass and began to meditate. Her trusty Krane soon finished her scan of the area and came to join her. Krane was a middle-aged (for a Pokemon) Gardevoir, however this one was special in particular. It had shocking black eyes, even the whites of the eyes were black. This mutation happened as it was given to Quartz at birth and a special psychic bonding occurred between the two, they were inseparable. Unfortunately for the midwife who had been in the isolation unit when this had happened, she was thrown with tremendous force out of the window, landing on a dumpster. It wouldn’t have been that dangerous, it was a soft dumpster, had it not been for the fact that they had been five storeys up at the time.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing as her first priority. She would have been a pretty girl, if the eyes were not completely blacked out like her Gardevoir. She wore a band over them to avoid startling people anywhere she went, preferring the odd mutterings of ‘how can she see with that thing over her eyes?’ She didn’t care; her only goals in life were to gain happiness for every Pokemon herself. She had long, shiny black hair with a black blouse and baggy cargo trousers (or pants depending on what region you come from). She had spider-wed design gloves and a grey belt in which to clip her PokeBalls, PokeNav and PokeDex. She did not carry a bag, there was no need for one when you can carry something along with you using only your mind.
She used her psychic powers to see around her. She had the eyesight of a hawk even with her eyes closed, so there was no worry of being sneaked up on. She was perfectly safe. She looked at the clearing around her. Deep green leaves were scattered over the floor with the occasional Caterpie sound asleep underneath the foliage. Her mind wandered to her partner, Krane. She was possibly the only friend she had ever had and they shared a love which could never be broken. However the two could not speak to each other, but they shared an open brainwave signal so that whatever one felt would be felt by the other. Handy when one is in trouble and in need of assistance.
She felt herself moving over to herself. She had a few scars on her fore-arms from previous ‘battles of the wits’ as they are fondly called, but really meaning psychic showdown. They were brutal and the involved Pokemon were usually damaged beyond repair. Pokemon! She had almost forgotten about the Voltorb she had scooped up on her way out. She concentrated on it. She could feel its pain, it was in so much pain. She had to get it to a medical center before it was too late. She leaped up, not surprised that her Pokemon was one step ahead of her, setting off ahead of her. Feeling the ball in her right hand, she started to run, fast. There was no time for mistakes.
*
She sped around the corner and up the large welcome steps to the big city. It was night currently, she noted, so not many people would be around. Good, however she didn’t lax security, keeping to the shadows until she reached the telltale red sign. Of course it would be a stupid mistake now to just enter the center and place the ball on the counter, she was not that stupid. After all, she could see ahead of herself and find the best course of action in any situation.
She waited until a lone straggler passed the center. She needed a decoy, or at least someone who could take the Pokemon into the center and bring it back out for her. Luckily there was a such power which she and her Gardevoir could engage in. It was a special telekinetic connection they could form to allow the unsuspecting person to feel like there was nothing more important than to engage in the activity the two partners desired (not to be abused, mind). So this unsuspecting person was immediately subdued by positive waves over his brain.
“Why don’t you go to the Pokemon Center?” Why not, the man thought, it seemed like a good idea. He took one last look in the direction of the house he was headed to, his house, and turned right around to start his short journey to the Pokemon Center. He stopped not three metres from the door to see a lone PokeBall floating inches in front of his face. His next thought was “Hey why don’t I take this into the Center and get it healed?” So he scooped the ball out of midair and strode into the Pokemon Center without a backward glance.
Quartz smiled to herself. Idiot proof. Well, this idiot certainly couldn’t handle it. She waited until she heard the telltale sounds of the civilian’s footsteps on the welcome mat and sent another short burst of mind waves: “Hey that ball should just be put back where you got it shouldn’t it?” And of course the man obliged, placing the ball on the ground where he had found it floating. He strode off and Quartz left a nice little signal in his brain to make him go home and to bed, his memory would be removed by the morning.
The girl stealthily scooped up the little red and white ball and clipped it to her belt. There, she thought, three. Not bad considering she wasn’t even an official league trainer, quite the opposite. The third ball boasted her second in command, to her Gardevoir, the sister Pokemon. She was captured when Quartz was only 5 years old. It was her Espeon, Lolita, and when first caught she was an Eevee. Of course she doesn’t use her Pokemon as often as most people, as she prefers to rely on her own power, but it’s always nice to have an accomplice.
She tossed her dark hair aside and sprinted to the route she had come from. She had to keep moving from now on. She was not stupid. She was a rogue and no doubt a tracker had been placed in this Voltorb. She was probably being tracked right now, and she didn’t want a hit squad of rogue hunters on her back.
That’s right, Steven, your rogue hunters won’t get the better of me.
II
100%
Steven had always been a mysterious fellow. He was known as a Pokemon Master in two different regions, had defeated Team Magma and Aqua with only the aid of a ten-year-old boy and had won more badges than any other citizen ever recorded. He had won the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and even the Orange Island badges without breaking a sweat. He was by far the strongest trainer ever to have lived, well, except for one; our good old heroine Quartz. That was why he had kept a grudge on her all this time. He had become slightly power hungry since the destruction of the Battle Frontier, and so searched for trainers to defeat that would give him ultimate strength.
He had become the mayor of Magenta City (a new city built to house the ever-increasing population) and had confirmed the planning permission for the stadium himself. He had harnessed the power of the prodigy using his band of rogue hunters and had since been using her as an instant money-maker. The crowd loved her and she didn’t seem to have any problem with it, as she showed no emotion whatsoever. She was a little goldmine, and something that Steven had been feeding off of for the last six months. Until now. The Opportunity had slipped his grasp, and he had no idea of where to find her, or so he thought.
He was currently sat in his office, a large room in the main viewing box of the stadium. The walls were draped in purple sheets and banners, all sporting the slogan ‘Opportunity – The Prodigy’ He had been very proud of his goldmine, that was why he needed to get her back, to regain himself, and to put the public at ease from a potential threat to society. His hunters had been gone for over an hour now, searching the colosseum-sized complex for any clues on the girl’s whereabouts. They would check everywhere and everything. Her accommodation, anywhere she had been and even the crowd was interviewed, in large groups obviously, to save time. Of course he knew this wouldn’t amount to anything, the girl was smart. If she didn’t want to be captured then she wouldn’t leave any trace, and if someone somehow helped her escape they would be long-gone by now.
He slumped back in his chair and groaned. This was all going horribly wrong. It had taken many months of research and extra training to capture the girl in the first place, and now he had to do it all over again, and she was not going to make the same mistakes twice. She would be twice as hard to catch than the first time around.
A sudden knock at the door grasped his attention. That was odd, his secretary always buzzed him to let him know someone was coming up, but the buzz had been missed this time. However before he could say anything the door had opened and his secretary was standing in front of him. She was a young girl, joined straight from high school. Her name was April and she had short blonde hair and glasses. If Steven had given half a care for other people he would have found her quite attractive. She walked straight on up to his desk and placed a ball on the desk.
“What is it April?” he asked without a hint of interest. “If this is one of those ‘We need to release the contest Pokemon’ campaigns I might just have to fire you right here right now!” She grasped the ball again, soundlessly and stood back.
“No, sir. This is far more important, a lead to the missing girl,” she began, “This was just delivered straight to my desk. It previously contained the contest Voltorb used in the last battle. However …” she trailed off. She threw the ball into the air and it opened … releasing nothing. The ball closed again and dropped to the floor. “It’s gone, and after interviewing the crowd a few of them closest to the escape route saw the girl pick up the Voltorb on the way out.” She took a deep breath, looking at her boss.
He straightened his tie and stood up. Things like this were always interesting to an investigation, but there had to be a reason why she took the Pokemon. “April, I want you to go down to the OP room and tell them to keep a track on that Voltorb. However I feel this will amount to nothing special anyway.”
She frowned at him. “Aren’t you at least concerned about the condition of this poor Pokemon? You dragged it into this unwillingly!” she said with a hint of distaste in her voice.
Steven looked back at the ball. “No, and you shouldn’t have to either. Take a hike April, you’re fired!”
*
The team of three waited. Their job was about to get considerably more interesting, in fact this, to the team, was the best part of the business. The hunt. They had their PokeBalls at the ready, and their anti-psychic shots attached to their belts. This was an ingenious weapon developed by Steven’s own team of scientists (corrupt as it happens). It fired a dome of dark energy similar to that projected around the stadium. It was not powerful enough to injure any psychic energy in the area, just prevent it. It had help keep Quartz under control for the last few months, so it was not something she had not seen before.
They were sat at the OP room’s table, with the monitor in front of them. This was not exactly their favourite odd job, tagging some stupid girl who managed to escape, they’d rather be out there and catching the rogue than just sitting here tracking her. But orders were orders, and they didn’t want their pay to be docked because of disobedience.
The door opened and the boss walked in. He always looked powerful on duty, but right now he looked exhausted, but the flame was still burning in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let himself lose this one; he was determined. He settled himself into the seat at the head of the table and took a few deep breaths. He had to compose himself properly otherwise his soldiers would never take him seriously.
“Okay men, this is it.” He began, “we have tracked her to the one place she doesn’t want to be, Pallet Town, where there is no place to hide. We have already sent a message to the residents of the town to look out for her but it appears that wherever she is in the town she is well hidden. So it’s time for us to flush her out. Here is your mission briefing …”
The briefing went on for a full twenty minutes; they had all the time in the world. The men stared in full amazement of what they had to do. It was so simple and yet so ingenious. The fact that they could use any necessary force was all the more fun.
“Right you three, move out. Get to Pallet and track her down!”
*
‘Another trainer’ thought Quartz, as she rummaged her way through the thick bushes of some building’s back yard. It was a rather large building so she figured it must be the professor’s lab. Dozens of trainers were stood in the pathway near the entrance, so she only assumed. She had been hidden out here for nearly three hours, after she teleported away from Celadon City. She had been expecting it to be a little quieter but trust her to pick the first of the month, where every newbie trainer receives their first Pokemon. Typical.
She had been thinking the past few hours about what her ultimate goal in life was. She can’t remain a fugitive all her life; she had to amount to something. That was another reason why she had chosen this little town to arrive in. She wanted to become official, an official trainer. With a name that has never been heard by human ears and a face that has never been seen, the world had no idea of who she was, and she decided that perhaps it was time to move off a life of servitude and become something she would be proud of, a ranger, a trainer, a breeder, anything.
She pulled the band from her face and slowly allowed her eyes to adjust to the new light. They functioned well enough, but after many years of hiding them away one can never be too careful. She summoned a pocket mirror from one of her many pockets. Well, every girl needs one. She studied her new eyes; black, deep black. Even the whites of her eyes were a grey colour, would this ever lift?
Of course it would, and she knew exactly how. Her real life goal from now on was this. She knew what to get but not how to get it, so might as well start at the bottom.
The bottom of the food chain.
She stepped out of the bush with her PokeBalls clipped to her belt, heading for the front door of the lab where the mass of trainers was congregated. Many people looked at her as she passed, completely ignoring the line. She was the only female there and, to be quite honest, possibly the most beautiful thing these poor males had ever seen inside the Pallet Town boundaries.
She stepped straight into the lab, making no effort to conceal herself. There was nobody around. Of course there wasn’t, it was early in the morning, why else was everybody waiting outside? She stepped confidently over the threshold of room after room. She knew exactly where she was headed, she had scanned the room while she had been hiding. Her destination was right at the back of the lab, in a special room that was locked with a special ion key.
She confronted the door and the lock crumbled instantly. This was not a force to be reckoned with. If she had the willpower she could break into any building she wanted to. However she was not that sort of person so the KPD were lucky on that count. The door swung open in front of her and her prize was waiting for her. In the corner of the room was exactly what she needed, and it couldn’t be considered as stealing, well, from her point of view at any rate.
It was a blueprint. But this was a particular one she needed to grasp in order to gain what she was after. She pocketed it and made her way to the door. She sprinted through the first few rooms until she arrived back in the atrium. She skidded to a halt at the sight of the room.
The door lay shattered on the floor. The various machines that had been buzzing around the worktops were silent and there were four men standing facing her. One of them was Professor Oak Junior, Gary. He was knelt on the floor with a gun pressed to his forehead. The other three men were dressed in uniforms she had seen before, holding weapons she had seen before.
The chopper blades slowly died outside, the various fresh trainers lying on the ground in its wake. Unconscious, not dead, she could feel their energy. Low but enough to keep themselves alive. All this was summarise in under three seconds, due to her amazing reactions and, literally, psychic outlook on things.
One of the hunters cocked his weapon and fired at … empty air. The girl had projected herself to the other side of the room.
She wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
III
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The hostage dropped to the floor as his captors released him in a frantic search for weapons. They pulled them out of their holsters and took aim. The only problem was there was nothing to aim at. They were staring at an empty room, save the broken machinery and piles of PokeBalls. Suddenly the girl materialized in front of them. As they pulled the trigger of their weapons they made a strange grinding noise that they had not heard before. All three guns were jammed.
They stood there facing their adversary. They were mere feet from the girl they had been sent to capture, and yet they could do nothing about it without anyway of preventing the use of her powers. The girl did not move, just stood there watching them. She knew they were harmless for the time being. It was then that she spoke, in her unusual mind wave power.
“I know you soldiers work on pride, and that you cannot back down from a challenge whilst on duty,” she began, looking the men straight in the eye, her band on once again. No point in giving them an unlikely advantage, “then I challenge you, any of you, two on two. What do you say?” It was very rare for her to ever challenge anyone to a battle, usually relying on her own powers. But she knew that she had to keep her honour and dignity and fight these men in the way that a normal trainer would. This was going to be fun.
*
The five arrived in the lab’s practice battle room, where twenty years previously Professor Gary Oak had first challenged Master Red, when both were rookie trainers. While Red had continued his journey and knocked Gary off of his post as League Champion, the young professor took over his grandfather at his death and has worked in the laboratory of Pallet Town ever since. Not quite as good as his dream of becoming the strongest trainer ever, but in times like this it was not an easy dream to follow.
The girl walked to the far side of the stadium and stood in the ball shaped pad. One of the three guards had also taken up a similar position on the opposite side. The metallic balls shone in their hands, the man’s gaze was solid.
They both selected two from their belts and prepared them. The other guards were holding the professor down, and their weapons were sprawled on the floor, useless. Quartz threw her first ball into the air, an Ultra Ball. It shimmered through the air and stopped, slowly opening. With a burst of blinding red light a small Pokemon materialised in the center of the arena, Lolita, the Espeon. The hunter did likewise, throwing a red ball into the air, revealing a large red form in the room.
A Machamp. The fool had chosen a fighting Pokemon over a Psychic one. This was the one mistake he would never make again.
Quartz smiled and the Pokemon sprang into action.
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