Alastor DMc
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Hey guys, this is my 2nd fan-fic (I never finished the first one) and hopefully you'll all like it. Please take the time to read it, and enjoy.
Project - 1
The weather is truly beautiful in fall. The trees are changing color, the air is crisp and cool, and the sky is always a beautiful shade of blue. The hazy humid summer is a memory at this point, and winter is still far enough away that no one could possibly have it on their minds. It was this type of weather that accompanied a young boy, no older then 15, on his way home. He limped down a dirt path, his shirt torn and his hair a mess, holding his swollen left elbow with his sore right hand. The sun was starting to set on this beautiful autumn day, and to this boy, it could not have been coming sooner.
“Keep walking,” he told himself. His mind was focused, but his ankles were beat up and howling with pain. He’d be lucky to make it another hundred yards before he collapsed from the almost unbearable pain. It would already have been unbearable, had he not been in a similar situation many times before. Beaten and bruised, on his way home from the park.
“You’ve only got… you’ve only got…” but it was too late. The boy fell to his bloody knees, and then his forehead hit the dirt. The sun still had a good hour left in the sky, but the day had already ended for Dash Mullen.
The next thing he knew, he was in his bed, with the morning sun pouring on his face. “How did I get here?” he said to himself.
“We carried you home, after I found you passed out on the path,” said a voice to the right of Dash. Dash looked over and saw his younger brother, Jay. Next to Jay were two small yellow animals, which looked very much the same except for the colors of their tails, ears and hands. They both had long rabbit like ears which were colored blue and red respectively. Their hands were both either red or blue as well, and each had small beady black eyes and a button nose. The red one’s tail was in the shape of a plus sign, while the blue one’s tail came out a bit, and was in the shape of a minus sign. The Red one was named, Plusle and the blue one, Minun.
Plusle and Minun were Pokemon, a species of animal that lived in the world with amazing powers and abilities. They came in all shapes and sizes, from tiny cute little ones like Plusle and Minun, to gigantic and ferocious ones, however, given the right person, every Pokemon no matter how big or small, could be a valuable partner. Most people, who traveled together with Pokemon, called themselves trainers, and used them to battle.
“Thanks Jay, Plusle, Minun, I’m glad you were there to help me again,” said Dash to his brother and pokemon.
“Thank them, they’re the ones that carried you back,” replied Jay.
Dash threw the blanket off him, stood up and realized he was only in his under-shorts. He walked over to his dresser and got out a fresh blue t-shirt, with a white line running across the middle, just bellow the sleeves. He then pulled on a pair of beige shorts, a pair of socks, his sneakers, and a stone bracelet, made up of several beads on his right wrist. He looked at himself in the mirror quick. His face had, for the most part, healed, except for a small scar above his bright blue left eye. His brown hair was a mess, but it always was. It was short in the back, but came to several points in the front. His mother would constantly pester him to trim the front, but he refused, he liked the way it looked. “Does Mom know I was fighting again yesterday?”
“I don’t think so,” answered Jay, “we got you back in pretty quickly, and she didn’t have time to notice what we were carrying, right guys?”
Plusle and Minun gave a few squeaky replies to Jay, both smiling in agreement. “Why do you fight all the time Dash? What happens if one day you fall and we’re not around to bring you back home?” Jay asked his older brother.
“I fight, because I have to. They always start by attacking me, I can’t just stand there and take the hit, can I?” replied Dash, without looking back at his younger brother.
“But… you could just run away, couldn’t you?”
“No Jay.” He now looked down at his smaller and younger brother. “You should never run away from a fight, especially a fight you can win.” Dash was five years older then Jay, and thus, considerably bigger. Dash was around 5’ 7” while Jay was around 4’4” Jay always wore a big blue hat, with his favorite baseball Team logo on the front. Today, he happened to be wearing a yellow, long sleeved hooded sweatshirt and dark green shorts.
Dash walked out of his room and into the hall of the second floor of his little house. He ran down stairs to the kitchen, where his mother was making breakfast for him, Jay, Plusle and Minun. “Morning, Honey,” she said in her typically cheery voice. She turned away from the pan of scrambled eggs and said almost without looking, “you still haven’t trimmed your hair.
“And I don’t plan to,” he said, smiling as he sat down and helped himself to some toast and juice. Mrs. Mullen was a young woman, only about 35, and very beautiful. She always wore a house dress; today’s was green, with an apron and a matching bandana in her long brown hair.
Jay came down soon after Dash had left the room, followed by his two Pokemon. He sat down across from Dash, also helping himself to what was on the table. “You’re gonna be late for school, Dash.”
“No I’m not, I’ve still got…” Dash looked at the wrist-watch on his left hand, five to eight. “… five minutes. Mom, no time for breakfast, gotta go!” he said, jumping up from the table and rushing out of the house.
“What about your-” she started, but he was already gone.
Dash ran down the dirt path that connected his house to the main road, the same path that he collapsed on the night before. His school wasn’t far from his house, but it would still be hard to get there in less then five minutes, when class started. “Hey, Baby. What’re ya running for?” asked a young man from behind Dash. Dash turned and saw a boy, who looked about his age, 15, with slicked back, short brown hair, wearing a white, short sleeved, buttoned down collared shirt, dark blue pants and black dress shoes.
“Because we’re gonna be late for class, Alex! Come on, we gotta go!” yelled Dash, with out turning. Alexander Lasentra was Dash’s oldest and closest friend. Ever since before Dash could remember, Alex had been there. Alex stood where he was, in front of his house for a few moments later, with a small grin on his face, watching his friend run off towards the school, and then followed at a walk.
Dash got to the steps of the school, and took them two at a time till he got to the front door, only to be greeted rather coldly by his principal. “Dashton Mullen, late again I see,” he said.
“I’m sorry, sir. I woke up late,” Dash tried to explain.
“You’ve only been in this school for 3 weeks, and you’ve already been late to homeroom five times. I’m afraid I’m going to have to issue you a detention, say, today, after school.”
“I… but… yes sir…” he said, with his head down, staring at his sneakers.
“Now get to class before I make it a double detention.” Dash walked away quickly and found his classroom door. His teacher, Mr. Dunsworth, never noticed anyone coming or going from class, the man had to be at least 90 years old. Today already wasn’t Dash’s day, and naturally things only got worse. For whatever reason, Mr. Dunsworth had abandoned his usual position behind his large wooden desk, and was standing in front of the door, just as Dash opened it. The door hit his teacher in his back, sending the old man spiraling to the floor, with a cloud of papers following.
Everyone in the class stared at Dash, laughing hysterically. “What a loser!” shouted one boy. “Ha, what a jerk!” shouted another. Dash face had become beat red from embarrassment. He bent down to help his teacher up, when another girl, the only one who hadn’t laughed, stood up to help as well. Dash looked up and caught the eye of the girl, whose eyes were a beautiful shade of green, a green unlike any Dash had ever seen before. She had long, dark hair, and a beautiful smile to match her eyes. Dash had seen her for the first time a few weeks ago, when he started school here, but was too nervous to speak to her. She simply looked at him, and smiled, as his face got even redder.
“Why thank you for your help Mr. Mullen, Ms. Eel. It would appear that the door has blown open and knocked me down,” said their old teacher, adjusting the glasses on his face and standing up.
“No trouble at all,” the girl said, as she turned back to sit down. Dash on the other hand, said nothing and just took his seat in the back. The girl’s name was Tikay Eel, and to Dash, was one of the prettiest things he’d ever seen.
Classes went on until 12:30, when they broke for lunch. Dash walked alone to the cafeteria, where he saw Alex in the hall. “Hey Alex, did the principal catch you coming in late too?” he asked his friend.
“Principal? Nope, I never saw him this morning,” he said to Dash in his typical suave attitude.
“How? He was standing at the door when I got here! You must have just missed him. Figures, you’ve always been lucky, haven’t you Alex,” said Dash.
“Yeah, I’m just lucky,” he replied.
The two walked to lunch together, when they ran into a large boy a grade older then them. “Well, if it isn’t the weird new kid,” the boy grunted at Dash. The boy’s name was Bruno, and Dash had seen him before, bullying other freshmen, and hated him for it. Having power was one thing, but using it to hurt people weaker then you was unforgivable in Dash’s eyes. “I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but there’s a ten dollar toll for entering the lunch room. You can pay me, and then there won’t be any trouble,” he said to Dash with an ugly grin on his face.
“Get out of my way, Bruno,” said Dash, with a serious look on his face. Alex simply stood behind his friend, and watched the entire thing with a calm expression on his face.
“Big mouth ya got there, but I’m not gonna ask ya again,” he said, raising a ham-sized fist at Dash.
“You wouldn’t stand a chance,” he said, coolly to the boy.
“Yeah, yer right, I wouldn’t soil my own beautiful fists on a scrawny twerp like you, I’d rather let my Pokemon do the talkin’ for me,” the boy said, reaching for a red and white ball on his belt.
At this point, Dash and Bruno had attracted a small audience, all eager to watch the little freshman get beat by the gigantic ape of a sophomore. One kid came out of the crowd, a junior that Dash had seen around but didn’t know the name of. “Guys, we can’t battle in school, you’ll both get expelled. Why not wait till afterwards, on the play ground?” the boy said.
“Heh, good idea,” said Bruno. Dash’s gaze was fixed on the ape of a boy, so hard that if he stared any harder he may have burnt a hole right through him. “Alright kid, you’ve got till 3, then I’ll make ya pay for ya big mouth,” he said, shooting another ugly grin, and then turning to walk away.
The Junior who had taken it upon himself to set up this little skirmish turned to Dash and said, “I hope you’ve got some good Pokemon kid, cause Bruno’s no push over.” He then turned and walked away, as the crowd dispersed.
“You okay, Baby?” asked Alex.
“Yeah… I’ll teach him not to pick on kids, just because they’re younger then him.”
“You think you can win by yourself?” asked Alex, his expression still smooth and cool.
“I don’t think I can win, I know I can,” said Dash, turning to his friend and smiling.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. All Dash could think about was how he was going to win against the giant of a kid. He wasn’t even sure what kind of pokemon Bruno had, but he doubted it would matter. Dash had been battling for longer then he knew, longer then he could remember, and in all that time he had only once lost a battle.
When the final bell rang, Dash stood up from his desk and made for the door. When he got to the hall way, he found the entire school lined up waiting for him to come out. Some cheered, some laughed, but either way, they were all there. Dash face got a little flustered, but he kept his cool as best he could. Everyone started to walk out the main door, towards the play ground, but Dash’s feet were frozen in place. He watched as everyone walked by him, some wishing him luck in the fight, others wishing him luck in heaven. After everyone had emptied the hallways, Dash too started for the front door, when a voice called to him, “Mr. Mullen, you’re just in time.”
It was the principal, standing in front of his office. Dash suddenly remembered his detention. “I… sir, can I make it up tomorrow? My... uh… mother needs me home right away,”
“Is it an emergency?” asked the man
Dash couldn’t lie very well. Every time he tried to lie, his face would become a shade of red, similar to the color it turned when ever Tikay was around. “I… uh…”
“Come along, Mr. Mullen. This will only take an hour, and then you can go home.” Dash turned and walked into the office. He was going to look like an idiot. Everyone would think he was a wimp or a punk, declaring he was going to battle with Bruno, and never show up. Dash walked into the office, sat down in the chair facing the principal, and heard the door slam shut behind him.
After the longest hour of his life, Dash stood up from his chair, his bottom sore from sitting for so long, and left the office without a word. “Mr. Mullen, I hope we don’t have to meet in here, under these circumstances again.”
“Yes sir, I’ll do my best,” he said. He then turned and ran as hard and as fast as he could towards the park. He entered the small fenced grass area, which contained a swing set, slide and see-saw. This was the same park where, the night before, he’d come limping home with horrible injuries. He thought that tonight would go a little better, considering his opponent wasn’t nearly as difficult as the one from last night.
He walked in, slowly, and realized that no one was here. They’d all left, and probably thought he was a wimp, who was too chicken to fight. Dash turned back around, his face low, upset about what he was walking into tomorrow morning when he got to school. Suddenly a familiar deep voice barked at him from the entrance to the park. “So, you decided to show up, didja kid.”
Dash looked up to see Bruno, with three other kids, each shorter then him but just as big and ugly looking. “And ya came all alone too? Kid, maybe you really do have some guts.”
“I’ve got more then just guts. Send out your pokemon, let’s do this,” said Dash, with a smile on his face. Maybe he’d be able to redeem himself after all.
“You got it punk,” said Bruno, grabbing the red and white ball from his belt, known as a pokeball. He threw the ball into the air and unleashed a big sumo-wrestler like pokemon. It was taller then Dash, and much wider, it had two big yellow hands, with big blue tree trunk like legs. “Hariyama! Let’s teach this kid who’s boss at Harveston High School!” All pokemon had different types, and Hariyama was no exception. He was a Fighting type. Plusle and Minun were electric. There were a total of 17 types of pokemon.
“A Hariyama…. That’s it?” said Dash, with a bit of arrogance in his voice.
“Yeah, a Hariyama. He’s more then enough to deal with whatever sissy baby pokemon you’re about to use,” answered Bruno. “Hurry up and send it out, I wanna get this over with. You’re not the only little punk that owes me money you know.”
“I don’t have any pokemon. I’m your opponent,” said Dash, the arrogance gone, replaced with seriousness. He stared at Bruno and his giant sumo pokemon, determined to win.
“What the hell are you doing kid? Send out a Pokemon now and be serious, or I’m really gonna let Hariyama here pound you one,” yelled back Bruno.
“I am serious you son-of-a-*****! I am your opponent, now order an attack before I do my own!” yelled Dash, his voice now completely lost of it’s silly tone.
“Alright, you asked for it! Hariyama, Mega Punch!” commanded Bruno.
Hariyama dove at Dash, its fist raised and ready to strike. Just as he was about to strike the boy, Dash leapt ten feet straight into the air. The Punch landed hard on the ground striking nothing.
Dash turned his body sideways, put his left arm high and yelled out, “Aerial Ace!” The palm of his hand filled with a whirl of wind, which he turned down, striking Hariyama in the back, sending it slamming into the ground. Dash then landed on the pokemon’s back, and flipped off, landing between Bruno and his pokemon.
Bruno and his three friends couldn’t speak. They stared at what they had just seen, a kid actually using a pokemon attack, unable to think. Dash began to get irritated at the silence and said, “Either command your pokemon, or call it back, before I attack him again!”
“I… uh… Hariyama, Fake Out!” Hariyama struggled to his feet, and then swung both arms outward and leapt at Dash once more to strike. Once again, before the giant sumo pokemon could make contact, Dash leapt backwards, as the two gigantic hands clapped together, hitting nothing.
Dash braced himself in a back stance, then pointed his right fist straight out at Hariyama, grasping his wrist with the other hand, covering the stone bracelet he wore there, while yelling, “Rock Throw!” Dash’s right fist turned from flesh to Rock, and as he called out yet another pokemon attack, several small rocks, about the size of baseballs, exploded from his fist, striking Hariyama in the chest, knocking him over. This time, he wasn’t getting up.
Bruno and his friends were still awestruck, but were scared as well. “There’s no way… you’re some kinda freak!” Bruno screamed at Dash. He held out the pokeball again, withdrawing his fainted pokemon back in another flash of light.
Dash began to turn and walk away when one of the other boys said, “We can’t let him get away! He’s dangerous, he could hurt someone else!” Dash stopped in his tracks. He was dangerous? He was defending himself from a boy who threatened to beat him up, and they thought he was dangerous?
“You’re right Jimmy, let’s get him before he gets someone else!” yelled Bruno, throwing out yet another pokeball. The other three boys did the same, each sending out a pokeball. Four flashes of light erupted around Dash, and four pokemon surrounded him.
“This is against the rules guys. The Pokemon League rules state that you must have an equal number of pokemon battling eachother, and I don’t ha-” started Dash when he was cut off.
“You don’t have ANY pokemon! You’re some kinda… some kinda freak! We can’t worry about silly rules when someone dangerous like you is on the loose.” Yelled Bruno.
Surrounding Dash were four pokemon. One was a little more then half his size, with a green mushroom like hat, a long tail that came to a point, encircled by four green balls. It had two strong legs, and two tiny little arms, all of which ended in red claws. It had a goofy looking face, with a beak and two beady eyes, but there was nothing goofy about his expression, which looked ready to fight. This pokemon belonged to Bruno, and was named Breloom. The other three, which belonged to Bruno’s buddies, were all the same pokemon. They were long, rodent like pokemon, with mostly white bodies, except for a few brown stripes, running down their bodies. They also had beady eyes, and tiny, ferret like noses. These were known as linoone.
“Okay, guys, let’s get this freak!” called Bruno to his lackeys. The three Linoone trainers commanded a Slash attack from their pokemon, while Bruno called for a Dynamic Punch. Breloom’s short claws started to glow slightly, as it charged at Dash, while the skunk like linoone charged on all fours, right for him. At the last moment, all four pokemon raised their left claws to come crashing down on Dash, but he was once again too quick for them. Dash leapt up into the air, flipped around, and landed behind the pokemon, once again placing him between the trainers and their beasts.
This time, Dash reached into his left pocket and pulled out a silver Zippo lighter, with a flame on the front. He didn’t use it to smoke, and in fact hated it when people would smoke around him. He used the lighter for a far different purpose. He flipped the top open, and the small flame came out. He placed his right hand directly into the flame, and with in seconds his entire fist was engulfed in flames, right up to the wrist.
“He’s trying to burn himself! What’s with this guy!” screamed one of the linoone trainers.
“Give me a second, and I’ll show you,” grinned Dash, turning towards the questioning trainer. He then shot his attention right back at the four pokemon, placed an open palm towards then and shouted, “Flame Thrower!”
A flame shot out of Dash’s palm, aimed directly at Breloom. It struck hard, knocking the mushroom pokemon out in a single blow. Dash then turned and shouted “Flame thrower!” again and again, knocking out two of the linoone.
He then turned back around at the four trainers, this time, smiling
confidently, expecting to see them groveling in fear. Instead he saw them with a surprised and satisfied expression on each of their ugly faces. They were all looking past Dash, at the lone linoone that he had forgotten to knock out. One of the boys shouted, “Get him now Linoone! Sand Attack!” Dash turned back towards the pokemon, and was assaulted by a cloud of sand, blinding and choking him.
“That’s… not fair,” he coughed through the cloud of dirt and sand.
“Now, Fury swipes!” commanded the kid to his lone linoone. Linoone ran in quick, got right up to Dash and began attacking him with a series of scratches, ripping up his shirt and arms.
“Alright, now a headbutt!” commanded the kid. Linoone ducked his head, and then slammed it full force into Dash, sending him flying from the cloud of dust, and landing right at the feet of Bruno and his boys.
“Heh, we got him now guys. Let’s drag him over to that professor’s house, and have him take a look at him,” said Bruno to his buddies. Just as they were about to bend down and pick Dash up, three razor like leaves came zipping by, slicing each of their arms.
Each boy stepped back, looking around for the source of the attack, but saw no one. When they turned their attention back to Dash, they saw that he was no longer lying where they’d left him. “Where you looking for me?” said Dash, from atop the slide at the far end of the play ground.
“How… how did he move so fast?” asked one of the boys.
“I dunno… let’s get out of here!” cried Bruno, as he and his three buddies quickly recalled their fallen pokemon, and ran out of the play ground with out turning back to see if what they’d just witnessed had actually happened.
Dash leapt down from the slide and landed in the soft sand below. He surveyed the grounds, and saw that for the most part, everything was left intact. He then turned towards the trees, outside the park, and looked up into the high branches. “I’m sorry Alex, I messed up.”
Alex leapt down from the tree branches and landed in front of Dash. On his shoulder was a small green pokemon, barely 7 inches tall, with two large red and blue roses for hands. She wore a single green leaf over her small light blue body and had three green points on her head. Her name was Roselia and she was Alex’s pokemon. “It’s okay, Baby. That just means we’re gonna have to start working here a little harder, right?” Roselia gave a pretty little chirp in agreement.
“Well, thanks for helping guys. I gotta go now though, my Mom’ll kill be if I’m late for dinner again!”
“Heh, alright, Baby. We’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning,” said Alex, with a smile on his face. Dash then turned around and started jogging for home.
Alex stood and watched his friend heading home for a little longer. Something big was coming, something that he couldn’t explain, and Dash would have to be two, maybe even three times stronger then he was tonight if he had any hope of beating the coming disaster. Alex only hoped that he had enough time, and that Dash was indeed the one he’d been searching for.
Project - 1
The weather is truly beautiful in fall. The trees are changing color, the air is crisp and cool, and the sky is always a beautiful shade of blue. The hazy humid summer is a memory at this point, and winter is still far enough away that no one could possibly have it on their minds. It was this type of weather that accompanied a young boy, no older then 15, on his way home. He limped down a dirt path, his shirt torn and his hair a mess, holding his swollen left elbow with his sore right hand. The sun was starting to set on this beautiful autumn day, and to this boy, it could not have been coming sooner.
“Keep walking,” he told himself. His mind was focused, but his ankles were beat up and howling with pain. He’d be lucky to make it another hundred yards before he collapsed from the almost unbearable pain. It would already have been unbearable, had he not been in a similar situation many times before. Beaten and bruised, on his way home from the park.
“You’ve only got… you’ve only got…” but it was too late. The boy fell to his bloody knees, and then his forehead hit the dirt. The sun still had a good hour left in the sky, but the day had already ended for Dash Mullen.
The next thing he knew, he was in his bed, with the morning sun pouring on his face. “How did I get here?” he said to himself.
“We carried you home, after I found you passed out on the path,” said a voice to the right of Dash. Dash looked over and saw his younger brother, Jay. Next to Jay were two small yellow animals, which looked very much the same except for the colors of their tails, ears and hands. They both had long rabbit like ears which were colored blue and red respectively. Their hands were both either red or blue as well, and each had small beady black eyes and a button nose. The red one’s tail was in the shape of a plus sign, while the blue one’s tail came out a bit, and was in the shape of a minus sign. The Red one was named, Plusle and the blue one, Minun.
Plusle and Minun were Pokemon, a species of animal that lived in the world with amazing powers and abilities. They came in all shapes and sizes, from tiny cute little ones like Plusle and Minun, to gigantic and ferocious ones, however, given the right person, every Pokemon no matter how big or small, could be a valuable partner. Most people, who traveled together with Pokemon, called themselves trainers, and used them to battle.
“Thanks Jay, Plusle, Minun, I’m glad you were there to help me again,” said Dash to his brother and pokemon.
“Thank them, they’re the ones that carried you back,” replied Jay.
Dash threw the blanket off him, stood up and realized he was only in his under-shorts. He walked over to his dresser and got out a fresh blue t-shirt, with a white line running across the middle, just bellow the sleeves. He then pulled on a pair of beige shorts, a pair of socks, his sneakers, and a stone bracelet, made up of several beads on his right wrist. He looked at himself in the mirror quick. His face had, for the most part, healed, except for a small scar above his bright blue left eye. His brown hair was a mess, but it always was. It was short in the back, but came to several points in the front. His mother would constantly pester him to trim the front, but he refused, he liked the way it looked. “Does Mom know I was fighting again yesterday?”
“I don’t think so,” answered Jay, “we got you back in pretty quickly, and she didn’t have time to notice what we were carrying, right guys?”
Plusle and Minun gave a few squeaky replies to Jay, both smiling in agreement. “Why do you fight all the time Dash? What happens if one day you fall and we’re not around to bring you back home?” Jay asked his older brother.
“I fight, because I have to. They always start by attacking me, I can’t just stand there and take the hit, can I?” replied Dash, without looking back at his younger brother.
“But… you could just run away, couldn’t you?”
“No Jay.” He now looked down at his smaller and younger brother. “You should never run away from a fight, especially a fight you can win.” Dash was five years older then Jay, and thus, considerably bigger. Dash was around 5’ 7” while Jay was around 4’4” Jay always wore a big blue hat, with his favorite baseball Team logo on the front. Today, he happened to be wearing a yellow, long sleeved hooded sweatshirt and dark green shorts.
Dash walked out of his room and into the hall of the second floor of his little house. He ran down stairs to the kitchen, where his mother was making breakfast for him, Jay, Plusle and Minun. “Morning, Honey,” she said in her typically cheery voice. She turned away from the pan of scrambled eggs and said almost without looking, “you still haven’t trimmed your hair.
“And I don’t plan to,” he said, smiling as he sat down and helped himself to some toast and juice. Mrs. Mullen was a young woman, only about 35, and very beautiful. She always wore a house dress; today’s was green, with an apron and a matching bandana in her long brown hair.
Jay came down soon after Dash had left the room, followed by his two Pokemon. He sat down across from Dash, also helping himself to what was on the table. “You’re gonna be late for school, Dash.”
“No I’m not, I’ve still got…” Dash looked at the wrist-watch on his left hand, five to eight. “… five minutes. Mom, no time for breakfast, gotta go!” he said, jumping up from the table and rushing out of the house.
“What about your-” she started, but he was already gone.
Dash ran down the dirt path that connected his house to the main road, the same path that he collapsed on the night before. His school wasn’t far from his house, but it would still be hard to get there in less then five minutes, when class started. “Hey, Baby. What’re ya running for?” asked a young man from behind Dash. Dash turned and saw a boy, who looked about his age, 15, with slicked back, short brown hair, wearing a white, short sleeved, buttoned down collared shirt, dark blue pants and black dress shoes.
“Because we’re gonna be late for class, Alex! Come on, we gotta go!” yelled Dash, with out turning. Alexander Lasentra was Dash’s oldest and closest friend. Ever since before Dash could remember, Alex had been there. Alex stood where he was, in front of his house for a few moments later, with a small grin on his face, watching his friend run off towards the school, and then followed at a walk.
Dash got to the steps of the school, and took them two at a time till he got to the front door, only to be greeted rather coldly by his principal. “Dashton Mullen, late again I see,” he said.
“I’m sorry, sir. I woke up late,” Dash tried to explain.
“You’ve only been in this school for 3 weeks, and you’ve already been late to homeroom five times. I’m afraid I’m going to have to issue you a detention, say, today, after school.”
“I… but… yes sir…” he said, with his head down, staring at his sneakers.
“Now get to class before I make it a double detention.” Dash walked away quickly and found his classroom door. His teacher, Mr. Dunsworth, never noticed anyone coming or going from class, the man had to be at least 90 years old. Today already wasn’t Dash’s day, and naturally things only got worse. For whatever reason, Mr. Dunsworth had abandoned his usual position behind his large wooden desk, and was standing in front of the door, just as Dash opened it. The door hit his teacher in his back, sending the old man spiraling to the floor, with a cloud of papers following.
Everyone in the class stared at Dash, laughing hysterically. “What a loser!” shouted one boy. “Ha, what a jerk!” shouted another. Dash face had become beat red from embarrassment. He bent down to help his teacher up, when another girl, the only one who hadn’t laughed, stood up to help as well. Dash looked up and caught the eye of the girl, whose eyes were a beautiful shade of green, a green unlike any Dash had ever seen before. She had long, dark hair, and a beautiful smile to match her eyes. Dash had seen her for the first time a few weeks ago, when he started school here, but was too nervous to speak to her. She simply looked at him, and smiled, as his face got even redder.
“Why thank you for your help Mr. Mullen, Ms. Eel. It would appear that the door has blown open and knocked me down,” said their old teacher, adjusting the glasses on his face and standing up.
“No trouble at all,” the girl said, as she turned back to sit down. Dash on the other hand, said nothing and just took his seat in the back. The girl’s name was Tikay Eel, and to Dash, was one of the prettiest things he’d ever seen.
Classes went on until 12:30, when they broke for lunch. Dash walked alone to the cafeteria, where he saw Alex in the hall. “Hey Alex, did the principal catch you coming in late too?” he asked his friend.
“Principal? Nope, I never saw him this morning,” he said to Dash in his typical suave attitude.
“How? He was standing at the door when I got here! You must have just missed him. Figures, you’ve always been lucky, haven’t you Alex,” said Dash.
“Yeah, I’m just lucky,” he replied.
The two walked to lunch together, when they ran into a large boy a grade older then them. “Well, if it isn’t the weird new kid,” the boy grunted at Dash. The boy’s name was Bruno, and Dash had seen him before, bullying other freshmen, and hated him for it. Having power was one thing, but using it to hurt people weaker then you was unforgivable in Dash’s eyes. “I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but there’s a ten dollar toll for entering the lunch room. You can pay me, and then there won’t be any trouble,” he said to Dash with an ugly grin on his face.
“Get out of my way, Bruno,” said Dash, with a serious look on his face. Alex simply stood behind his friend, and watched the entire thing with a calm expression on his face.
“Big mouth ya got there, but I’m not gonna ask ya again,” he said, raising a ham-sized fist at Dash.
“You wouldn’t stand a chance,” he said, coolly to the boy.
“Yeah, yer right, I wouldn’t soil my own beautiful fists on a scrawny twerp like you, I’d rather let my Pokemon do the talkin’ for me,” the boy said, reaching for a red and white ball on his belt.
At this point, Dash and Bruno had attracted a small audience, all eager to watch the little freshman get beat by the gigantic ape of a sophomore. One kid came out of the crowd, a junior that Dash had seen around but didn’t know the name of. “Guys, we can’t battle in school, you’ll both get expelled. Why not wait till afterwards, on the play ground?” the boy said.
“Heh, good idea,” said Bruno. Dash’s gaze was fixed on the ape of a boy, so hard that if he stared any harder he may have burnt a hole right through him. “Alright kid, you’ve got till 3, then I’ll make ya pay for ya big mouth,” he said, shooting another ugly grin, and then turning to walk away.
The Junior who had taken it upon himself to set up this little skirmish turned to Dash and said, “I hope you’ve got some good Pokemon kid, cause Bruno’s no push over.” He then turned and walked away, as the crowd dispersed.
“You okay, Baby?” asked Alex.
“Yeah… I’ll teach him not to pick on kids, just because they’re younger then him.”
“You think you can win by yourself?” asked Alex, his expression still smooth and cool.
“I don’t think I can win, I know I can,” said Dash, turning to his friend and smiling.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. All Dash could think about was how he was going to win against the giant of a kid. He wasn’t even sure what kind of pokemon Bruno had, but he doubted it would matter. Dash had been battling for longer then he knew, longer then he could remember, and in all that time he had only once lost a battle.
When the final bell rang, Dash stood up from his desk and made for the door. When he got to the hall way, he found the entire school lined up waiting for him to come out. Some cheered, some laughed, but either way, they were all there. Dash face got a little flustered, but he kept his cool as best he could. Everyone started to walk out the main door, towards the play ground, but Dash’s feet were frozen in place. He watched as everyone walked by him, some wishing him luck in the fight, others wishing him luck in heaven. After everyone had emptied the hallways, Dash too started for the front door, when a voice called to him, “Mr. Mullen, you’re just in time.”
It was the principal, standing in front of his office. Dash suddenly remembered his detention. “I… sir, can I make it up tomorrow? My... uh… mother needs me home right away,”
“Is it an emergency?” asked the man
Dash couldn’t lie very well. Every time he tried to lie, his face would become a shade of red, similar to the color it turned when ever Tikay was around. “I… uh…”
“Come along, Mr. Mullen. This will only take an hour, and then you can go home.” Dash turned and walked into the office. He was going to look like an idiot. Everyone would think he was a wimp or a punk, declaring he was going to battle with Bruno, and never show up. Dash walked into the office, sat down in the chair facing the principal, and heard the door slam shut behind him.
After the longest hour of his life, Dash stood up from his chair, his bottom sore from sitting for so long, and left the office without a word. “Mr. Mullen, I hope we don’t have to meet in here, under these circumstances again.”
“Yes sir, I’ll do my best,” he said. He then turned and ran as hard and as fast as he could towards the park. He entered the small fenced grass area, which contained a swing set, slide and see-saw. This was the same park where, the night before, he’d come limping home with horrible injuries. He thought that tonight would go a little better, considering his opponent wasn’t nearly as difficult as the one from last night.
He walked in, slowly, and realized that no one was here. They’d all left, and probably thought he was a wimp, who was too chicken to fight. Dash turned back around, his face low, upset about what he was walking into tomorrow morning when he got to school. Suddenly a familiar deep voice barked at him from the entrance to the park. “So, you decided to show up, didja kid.”
Dash looked up to see Bruno, with three other kids, each shorter then him but just as big and ugly looking. “And ya came all alone too? Kid, maybe you really do have some guts.”
“I’ve got more then just guts. Send out your pokemon, let’s do this,” said Dash, with a smile on his face. Maybe he’d be able to redeem himself after all.
“You got it punk,” said Bruno, grabbing the red and white ball from his belt, known as a pokeball. He threw the ball into the air and unleashed a big sumo-wrestler like pokemon. It was taller then Dash, and much wider, it had two big yellow hands, with big blue tree trunk like legs. “Hariyama! Let’s teach this kid who’s boss at Harveston High School!” All pokemon had different types, and Hariyama was no exception. He was a Fighting type. Plusle and Minun were electric. There were a total of 17 types of pokemon.
“A Hariyama…. That’s it?” said Dash, with a bit of arrogance in his voice.
“Yeah, a Hariyama. He’s more then enough to deal with whatever sissy baby pokemon you’re about to use,” answered Bruno. “Hurry up and send it out, I wanna get this over with. You’re not the only little punk that owes me money you know.”
“I don’t have any pokemon. I’m your opponent,” said Dash, the arrogance gone, replaced with seriousness. He stared at Bruno and his giant sumo pokemon, determined to win.
“What the hell are you doing kid? Send out a Pokemon now and be serious, or I’m really gonna let Hariyama here pound you one,” yelled back Bruno.
“I am serious you son-of-a-*****! I am your opponent, now order an attack before I do my own!” yelled Dash, his voice now completely lost of it’s silly tone.
“Alright, you asked for it! Hariyama, Mega Punch!” commanded Bruno.
Hariyama dove at Dash, its fist raised and ready to strike. Just as he was about to strike the boy, Dash leapt ten feet straight into the air. The Punch landed hard on the ground striking nothing.
Dash turned his body sideways, put his left arm high and yelled out, “Aerial Ace!” The palm of his hand filled with a whirl of wind, which he turned down, striking Hariyama in the back, sending it slamming into the ground. Dash then landed on the pokemon’s back, and flipped off, landing between Bruno and his pokemon.
Bruno and his three friends couldn’t speak. They stared at what they had just seen, a kid actually using a pokemon attack, unable to think. Dash began to get irritated at the silence and said, “Either command your pokemon, or call it back, before I attack him again!”
“I… uh… Hariyama, Fake Out!” Hariyama struggled to his feet, and then swung both arms outward and leapt at Dash once more to strike. Once again, before the giant sumo pokemon could make contact, Dash leapt backwards, as the two gigantic hands clapped together, hitting nothing.
Dash braced himself in a back stance, then pointed his right fist straight out at Hariyama, grasping his wrist with the other hand, covering the stone bracelet he wore there, while yelling, “Rock Throw!” Dash’s right fist turned from flesh to Rock, and as he called out yet another pokemon attack, several small rocks, about the size of baseballs, exploded from his fist, striking Hariyama in the chest, knocking him over. This time, he wasn’t getting up.
Bruno and his friends were still awestruck, but were scared as well. “There’s no way… you’re some kinda freak!” Bruno screamed at Dash. He held out the pokeball again, withdrawing his fainted pokemon back in another flash of light.
Dash began to turn and walk away when one of the other boys said, “We can’t let him get away! He’s dangerous, he could hurt someone else!” Dash stopped in his tracks. He was dangerous? He was defending himself from a boy who threatened to beat him up, and they thought he was dangerous?
“You’re right Jimmy, let’s get him before he gets someone else!” yelled Bruno, throwing out yet another pokeball. The other three boys did the same, each sending out a pokeball. Four flashes of light erupted around Dash, and four pokemon surrounded him.
“This is against the rules guys. The Pokemon League rules state that you must have an equal number of pokemon battling eachother, and I don’t ha-” started Dash when he was cut off.
“You don’t have ANY pokemon! You’re some kinda… some kinda freak! We can’t worry about silly rules when someone dangerous like you is on the loose.” Yelled Bruno.
Surrounding Dash were four pokemon. One was a little more then half his size, with a green mushroom like hat, a long tail that came to a point, encircled by four green balls. It had two strong legs, and two tiny little arms, all of which ended in red claws. It had a goofy looking face, with a beak and two beady eyes, but there was nothing goofy about his expression, which looked ready to fight. This pokemon belonged to Bruno, and was named Breloom. The other three, which belonged to Bruno’s buddies, were all the same pokemon. They were long, rodent like pokemon, with mostly white bodies, except for a few brown stripes, running down their bodies. They also had beady eyes, and tiny, ferret like noses. These were known as linoone.
“Okay, guys, let’s get this freak!” called Bruno to his lackeys. The three Linoone trainers commanded a Slash attack from their pokemon, while Bruno called for a Dynamic Punch. Breloom’s short claws started to glow slightly, as it charged at Dash, while the skunk like linoone charged on all fours, right for him. At the last moment, all four pokemon raised their left claws to come crashing down on Dash, but he was once again too quick for them. Dash leapt up into the air, flipped around, and landed behind the pokemon, once again placing him between the trainers and their beasts.
This time, Dash reached into his left pocket and pulled out a silver Zippo lighter, with a flame on the front. He didn’t use it to smoke, and in fact hated it when people would smoke around him. He used the lighter for a far different purpose. He flipped the top open, and the small flame came out. He placed his right hand directly into the flame, and with in seconds his entire fist was engulfed in flames, right up to the wrist.
“He’s trying to burn himself! What’s with this guy!” screamed one of the linoone trainers.
“Give me a second, and I’ll show you,” grinned Dash, turning towards the questioning trainer. He then shot his attention right back at the four pokemon, placed an open palm towards then and shouted, “Flame Thrower!”
A flame shot out of Dash’s palm, aimed directly at Breloom. It struck hard, knocking the mushroom pokemon out in a single blow. Dash then turned and shouted “Flame thrower!” again and again, knocking out two of the linoone.
He then turned back around at the four trainers, this time, smiling
confidently, expecting to see them groveling in fear. Instead he saw them with a surprised and satisfied expression on each of their ugly faces. They were all looking past Dash, at the lone linoone that he had forgotten to knock out. One of the boys shouted, “Get him now Linoone! Sand Attack!” Dash turned back towards the pokemon, and was assaulted by a cloud of sand, blinding and choking him.
“That’s… not fair,” he coughed through the cloud of dirt and sand.
“Now, Fury swipes!” commanded the kid to his lone linoone. Linoone ran in quick, got right up to Dash and began attacking him with a series of scratches, ripping up his shirt and arms.
“Alright, now a headbutt!” commanded the kid. Linoone ducked his head, and then slammed it full force into Dash, sending him flying from the cloud of dust, and landing right at the feet of Bruno and his boys.
“Heh, we got him now guys. Let’s drag him over to that professor’s house, and have him take a look at him,” said Bruno to his buddies. Just as they were about to bend down and pick Dash up, three razor like leaves came zipping by, slicing each of their arms.
Each boy stepped back, looking around for the source of the attack, but saw no one. When they turned their attention back to Dash, they saw that he was no longer lying where they’d left him. “Where you looking for me?” said Dash, from atop the slide at the far end of the play ground.
“How… how did he move so fast?” asked one of the boys.
“I dunno… let’s get out of here!” cried Bruno, as he and his three buddies quickly recalled their fallen pokemon, and ran out of the play ground with out turning back to see if what they’d just witnessed had actually happened.
Dash leapt down from the slide and landed in the soft sand below. He surveyed the grounds, and saw that for the most part, everything was left intact. He then turned towards the trees, outside the park, and looked up into the high branches. “I’m sorry Alex, I messed up.”
Alex leapt down from the tree branches and landed in front of Dash. On his shoulder was a small green pokemon, barely 7 inches tall, with two large red and blue roses for hands. She wore a single green leaf over her small light blue body and had three green points on her head. Her name was Roselia and she was Alex’s pokemon. “It’s okay, Baby. That just means we’re gonna have to start working here a little harder, right?” Roselia gave a pretty little chirp in agreement.
“Well, thanks for helping guys. I gotta go now though, my Mom’ll kill be if I’m late for dinner again!”
“Heh, alright, Baby. We’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning,” said Alex, with a smile on his face. Dash then turned around and started jogging for home.
Alex stood and watched his friend heading home for a little longer. Something big was coming, something that he couldn’t explain, and Dash would have to be two, maybe even three times stronger then he was tonight if he had any hope of beating the coming disaster. Alex only hoped that he had enough time, and that Dash was indeed the one he’d been searching for.
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