Typhlogirl
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Do you believe all pokemon love humans? That they all would like a trainer? That they all like to be battlers? Or contest pokemon?
Think again.
What happens when one pokemon has had enough?
This is the Pokemon Rebellion.
To anyone contemplating reading this story: (edited 27/09/06)
It's been more than a year since I started this fic, and I have to say, I didn't think that it would get the attention it has. The little idea I had in my head has blossomed into a fic with over twenty chapters. Now, that may not seem like much for the more prolific writers out there, but to me, that's an amazing effort. Later, I intend to go back and perfect the earlier chapters of the fic, but for now, I hope you enjoy reading the story that I spent so much of my time on. And if you like it, leave me a note. I'm always happy to hear from anyone who sampled this, whether you enjoyed it or not.
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And to think, it all started with a small pokemon with big ideas.
Larmo was small for a Linoone. Runty, and seemingly undeveloped. Too small and weak to be a decent battler, and not perfect enough to be a contest pokemon. He was the property of a trainer named Alex. A stupid young fool, in Larmo’s opinion. Too ignorant and cruel to be a good pokemon trainer.
How Larmo loathed him. He was still in denial at how an inexperienced idiot managed to catch him, without any real effort on his part. All he did was throw a ball. The Linoone had been injured after a gloom attacked him, and left him paralysed. If he had been on full health, Larmo constantly thought, his angry thoughts boiling around his troubled mind, then this ingrate would have had no chance of capturing him. Not with his two brain dead pokemon.
Alex’s other pokemon, and Larmo’s only companions, were a Geodude and a Mudkip. Rocky and Muddy. Oh, the originality. Rocky was as dense as the rocks he threw, and Muddy was afraid of his own shadow. Larmo did not bother with them. They didn’t make much intelligent conversation.
Alex, the fool, actually had the nerve to nickname him. Linny. Linny the Linoone. Just the mention of the moronic name infuriated Larmo. He flatly refused to respond to anyone, including his trainer, who called him by the ridiculous name. He would rather be called anything than that ludicrous word.
Larmo’s trainer believed that the Linoone had ‘issues’. For one thing, he would not listen to a word the boy said. For good reason. A little piece of metal that some other stupid trainer gave him is no reason to obey the idiot. The poor gym leader must have been drunk. Or felt sorry for the pathetic fool. Alex would threaten to put Larmo into the PC if the pokemon continued to disobey him. But Larmo knew he wouldn’t. Alex needed him.
But perhaps Larmo could have endured Alex, the name and the idiotic companions if it hadn’t been for one thing. His pokeball. Larmo’s hatred for the demonic devices surpassed anything he felt for Alex. Forcing pokemon into these small, confined places to store them for the next battle, like sports equipment, was barbaric! Larmo was sure he was developing severe claustrophobia from all the bouts in the devilish human contraption. It made him go into a panic. And Alex knew it.
Oh, how Larmo wanted to be free from the fool. Every time that Alex took him to a pokemon centre to see the nurse, he tried to portray to her how bad his trainer was. But everyone always believed it was his fault. That he was the bad pokemon, who refused to listen. Larmo felt like the world was against him. So he would be against the world. The human world, that is.
He would escape. Get free from his cruel trainer. Forever. Then he would get his revenge on Alex, and all the humans who had treated him badly. He would raise pokemon followers, pokemon who agreed with his views. The humans would pay for what they had done.
Oh how they would pay.
THE POKEMON REBELLION: CHAPTER ONE
“You were lucky. He missed your eyes. He did a bit of damage though. But these should heal. The scarring does not go too deep. But you do need quite a few stitches to repair this.”
The boy groaned in pain. That psychotic Linoone! It needed serious help. Attacking him like that. He didn’t even know the damn thing could use Slash. Stupid pokemon.
“So you say your Linoone attacked you? Unprovoked?”
Alex nodded.
“Terrible. I’ve called the police station. They’ve got Growlithe’s looking for it. Does it have any distinguishing features?”
The boy shook his head. “It looks like any old Linoone. Kinda runty. Will I be permanently scarred?”
The nurse attending to him shrugged. “It’s impossible to tell at the moment. I don’t think so, but by the look of these scratches we can’t rule it out.”
Alex moaned and slumped. Damn that cursed pokemon. He wished the Growlithe’s would find it and kill it.
The nurse finished numbing his face. She took out a special sowing needle.
Alex gritted his teeth. He hated needles in all shapes and sizes. That Linoone would pay!!
“Look at me,
it really was not easy, but I can breath
And I’m so grateful ‘cause I can see
I am free, to do exactly what I please
So come with me, to a place where we can be.” Sky-Sonique
Larmo lay panting under a tree. An insane feeling of triumph flooded his body. He got away. His ex-trainers blood was still on his claws. Three clean slashes. Right across his stupid face. Larmo chuckled at the look of shock that had been plastered on Alex’s features as he leapt at him. Serves him right.
Suddenly, Larmo heard howling. He sprang up. That was a Growlithe! They were after him! His trainer must have told the police. That snitching little creep. Larmo forced his tired body upright. He had to flee. If they caught him, he would classified as dangerous and would be put to death. Just as he started his run, he collided with a pokemon going in the opposite direction.
“Watch where you are going, fool!” Larmo growled angrily.
“Sorry, but I have to run! The humans are coming! I have to get away!” The pokemon he had collided with appeared to be a young Mightyena.
“You are running from the humans?” The Linoone enquired.
The Mightyena nodded, sweat gleaming in his coat. “They want to catch me and my pack.”
“The police want to?”
“No, the others! The ones from the Safari Zone!”
“The what-?”
Without replying, the Mightyena dragged Larmo under a bush. A loud crashing noise erupted from the forest in front of them.
“Where’d it go?” said an angry voice. The Mightyena had Larmo’s face crushed into the ground, so he could only see a pair of bright red sport shoes.
“I dunno. Who cares, lets go back to the Safari Zone. The pokemon are easier to catch.” replied a second pair of shoes. The two trainers strode off.
The Mightyena got off Larmo. “Sorry friend. But I didn’t want to be captured. Are you alright?”
Larmo glared at the friendly wolf-like pokemon. “I’ll survive. Where were they going?”
The Mightyena looked fearful. “The Safari Zone. It’s a pokemon reserve where trainers pay money to have a shot at catching the pokemon inside. It scares me.”
Larmo’s blue eyes narrowed. More examples of human cruelty. Another reason for revenge.
The young Mightyena interrupted his thoughts. “I’m Kenda, by the way. What’s your name?”
“Larmo, but I don’t have time for-”
“That’s an interesting name. So, why are you running from the cops?”
“I believe that’s none of your business.”
“Aw come on, I told you why I was running!”
Larmo glared at him. “I killed a Mightyena. Savagely.”
Instead of looking horrified, Kenda seemed encouraged by his response. “Really? Whoa. You’re psycho! But you’re lying.”
The Linoone blinked. “Excuse me?”
The Mightyena beamed at him. “You’re lying. I can tell when pokemon lie. They blink heaps, and flick their eyes around. You’re lying.”
Larmo stared at the pokemon, speechless.
“So why are you running?”
Another howl rang out. The Growlithe were getting closer.
“I don’t have time for this! I have to get away!”
“If you tell me why you’re running, I’ll hide you from the Growlithe!” said Kenda.
Larmo stared fiercely at the Mightyena for a second. He seemed sincere. “Fine. If you must know, I’m running because I attacked my trainer. Happy?”
For some reason, Kenda took a terrified step back. “You’re a trainers pokemon?”
“I was, but I got away. I’m a free pokemon now. Like you!”
Kenda gave him another frightened look. “But I thought all trainers pokemon were mean and liked attacking wild pokemon because they believed they were better than them!”
“That’s untrue. They are just like you. It’s their trainers that make them like that. Now, what were you saying about hiding me?”
Kenda turned and led Larmo into the forest. They wound their way down a complex path through the trees. Finally, the Mightyena stopped at a large, rotting hollow log in a small clearing.
“In here is the best place to hide. It will disguise your scent, and shield you from view.”
Larmo twitched. “Is this the best you can do? It’s disgusting.”
Loud barking sounded from the trees near them. The Linoone dived into the log, followed by the Mightyena. Through a hole in the log, Larmo watched the clearing. Three Growlithe’s emerged from the trees, followed by two officers.
“Are you sure it went this way?” the male officer asked the Growlithe, who were running around, looking very confused.
The female officer held her nose in disgust. “Ugh, can we leave? That log stinks, and there’s no sign of the Linoone.”
The man had one last suspicious glance around the clearing, then shrugged and followed his partner into the trees. Larmo waited a full five minutes before emerging from the log.
“Well now, that was close huh?” asked Kenda, shaking rot out of his fur. Larmo growled angrily as it splattered him.
“Oops, sorry Larmo!” the Mightyena said sheepishly.
Larmo snorted in disgust. At least he was free from the police. For now. He turned his attentions back to his new companion.
“I believe we finished our last discussion on a rather hurried note. Did you say you fear trained pokemon?”
Kenda nodded, his bright amber eyes clouding at the recall of some painful memory. He showed Larmo his paw.
“See that scar? A trainer’s pokemon did that to me. Another Mightyena too. Bit me. Hard. I only just got away.”
Larmo watched Kenda. The Mightyena’s voice had gone blank and lifeless.
“But that wasn’t the worst part. I tried to beg the pokemon to stop, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He did everything his trainer told him too. It was like I didn’t know him anymore…” Kenda’s voice suddenly sounded choked, and his eyes went shiny.
Larmo raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know him anymore? What do you mean by that?”
“My own brother!” sobbed Kenda. “My older brother! He would never attack me, never! But he did. The trainer made him. My poor brother…I haven't seen him for months...I fear I will never see him again.” The Mightyena bowed his shaggy head, his shoulder’s racked with sobs.
Larmo was used to human cruelty, but for some reason watching the happy-go-lucky Mightyena broken down into this weeping mess angered him more than anything else beforehand.
“Do you want revenge, Kenda?” he asked quietly. The Mightyena looked up, tears dripping from his chin. It was the first time the Linoone had used his name.
“I dunno…what can I do? I can’t free him.” he said sadly. Larmo had a strange gleam in his eye.
“Yes you can. I freed myself. We can free all of the pokemon held captive by trainers. But I need your help.”
Kenda looked confused, but enlightened. “Okay. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. If I can’t help my brother, I’ll help other pokemon in his situation.”
For the first time in weeks, Larmo’s face broke into a grin. A dangerous grin. Finally, a chance to do something.
“You say you have a pack?”
Kenda nodded.
“How many?”
“‘Bout twenty. Twenty-five max.”
“Excellent. Now where was the Safari Zone place?” A plan was forming in the Linoone’s mind.
“That way.” The Mightyena indicated left.
Larmo nodded, then walked off.
“Hey! Wait! Where are you going?” cried Kenda
“To begin a new era.” the Linoone replied. The Mightyena dashed after him, still extremely confused, but curious.
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Think again.
What happens when one pokemon has had enough?
This is the Pokemon Rebellion.
To anyone contemplating reading this story: (edited 27/09/06)
It's been more than a year since I started this fic, and I have to say, I didn't think that it would get the attention it has. The little idea I had in my head has blossomed into a fic with over twenty chapters. Now, that may not seem like much for the more prolific writers out there, but to me, that's an amazing effort. Later, I intend to go back and perfect the earlier chapters of the fic, but for now, I hope you enjoy reading the story that I spent so much of my time on. And if you like it, leave me a note. I'm always happy to hear from anyone who sampled this, whether you enjoyed it or not.
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And to think, it all started with a small pokemon with big ideas.
Larmo was small for a Linoone. Runty, and seemingly undeveloped. Too small and weak to be a decent battler, and not perfect enough to be a contest pokemon. He was the property of a trainer named Alex. A stupid young fool, in Larmo’s opinion. Too ignorant and cruel to be a good pokemon trainer.
How Larmo loathed him. He was still in denial at how an inexperienced idiot managed to catch him, without any real effort on his part. All he did was throw a ball. The Linoone had been injured after a gloom attacked him, and left him paralysed. If he had been on full health, Larmo constantly thought, his angry thoughts boiling around his troubled mind, then this ingrate would have had no chance of capturing him. Not with his two brain dead pokemon.
Alex’s other pokemon, and Larmo’s only companions, were a Geodude and a Mudkip. Rocky and Muddy. Oh, the originality. Rocky was as dense as the rocks he threw, and Muddy was afraid of his own shadow. Larmo did not bother with them. They didn’t make much intelligent conversation.
Alex, the fool, actually had the nerve to nickname him. Linny. Linny the Linoone. Just the mention of the moronic name infuriated Larmo. He flatly refused to respond to anyone, including his trainer, who called him by the ridiculous name. He would rather be called anything than that ludicrous word.
Larmo’s trainer believed that the Linoone had ‘issues’. For one thing, he would not listen to a word the boy said. For good reason. A little piece of metal that some other stupid trainer gave him is no reason to obey the idiot. The poor gym leader must have been drunk. Or felt sorry for the pathetic fool. Alex would threaten to put Larmo into the PC if the pokemon continued to disobey him. But Larmo knew he wouldn’t. Alex needed him.
But perhaps Larmo could have endured Alex, the name and the idiotic companions if it hadn’t been for one thing. His pokeball. Larmo’s hatred for the demonic devices surpassed anything he felt for Alex. Forcing pokemon into these small, confined places to store them for the next battle, like sports equipment, was barbaric! Larmo was sure he was developing severe claustrophobia from all the bouts in the devilish human contraption. It made him go into a panic. And Alex knew it.
Oh, how Larmo wanted to be free from the fool. Every time that Alex took him to a pokemon centre to see the nurse, he tried to portray to her how bad his trainer was. But everyone always believed it was his fault. That he was the bad pokemon, who refused to listen. Larmo felt like the world was against him. So he would be against the world. The human world, that is.
He would escape. Get free from his cruel trainer. Forever. Then he would get his revenge on Alex, and all the humans who had treated him badly. He would raise pokemon followers, pokemon who agreed with his views. The humans would pay for what they had done.
Oh how they would pay.
THE POKEMON REBELLION: CHAPTER ONE
“You were lucky. He missed your eyes. He did a bit of damage though. But these should heal. The scarring does not go too deep. But you do need quite a few stitches to repair this.”
The boy groaned in pain. That psychotic Linoone! It needed serious help. Attacking him like that. He didn’t even know the damn thing could use Slash. Stupid pokemon.
“So you say your Linoone attacked you? Unprovoked?”
Alex nodded.
“Terrible. I’ve called the police station. They’ve got Growlithe’s looking for it. Does it have any distinguishing features?”
The boy shook his head. “It looks like any old Linoone. Kinda runty. Will I be permanently scarred?”
The nurse attending to him shrugged. “It’s impossible to tell at the moment. I don’t think so, but by the look of these scratches we can’t rule it out.”
Alex moaned and slumped. Damn that cursed pokemon. He wished the Growlithe’s would find it and kill it.
The nurse finished numbing his face. She took out a special sowing needle.
Alex gritted his teeth. He hated needles in all shapes and sizes. That Linoone would pay!!
“Look at me,
it really was not easy, but I can breath
And I’m so grateful ‘cause I can see
I am free, to do exactly what I please
So come with me, to a place where we can be.” Sky-Sonique
Larmo lay panting under a tree. An insane feeling of triumph flooded his body. He got away. His ex-trainers blood was still on his claws. Three clean slashes. Right across his stupid face. Larmo chuckled at the look of shock that had been plastered on Alex’s features as he leapt at him. Serves him right.
Suddenly, Larmo heard howling. He sprang up. That was a Growlithe! They were after him! His trainer must have told the police. That snitching little creep. Larmo forced his tired body upright. He had to flee. If they caught him, he would classified as dangerous and would be put to death. Just as he started his run, he collided with a pokemon going in the opposite direction.
“Watch where you are going, fool!” Larmo growled angrily.
“Sorry, but I have to run! The humans are coming! I have to get away!” The pokemon he had collided with appeared to be a young Mightyena.
“You are running from the humans?” The Linoone enquired.
The Mightyena nodded, sweat gleaming in his coat. “They want to catch me and my pack.”
“The police want to?”
“No, the others! The ones from the Safari Zone!”
“The what-?”
Without replying, the Mightyena dragged Larmo under a bush. A loud crashing noise erupted from the forest in front of them.
“Where’d it go?” said an angry voice. The Mightyena had Larmo’s face crushed into the ground, so he could only see a pair of bright red sport shoes.
“I dunno. Who cares, lets go back to the Safari Zone. The pokemon are easier to catch.” replied a second pair of shoes. The two trainers strode off.
The Mightyena got off Larmo. “Sorry friend. But I didn’t want to be captured. Are you alright?”
Larmo glared at the friendly wolf-like pokemon. “I’ll survive. Where were they going?”
The Mightyena looked fearful. “The Safari Zone. It’s a pokemon reserve where trainers pay money to have a shot at catching the pokemon inside. It scares me.”
Larmo’s blue eyes narrowed. More examples of human cruelty. Another reason for revenge.
The young Mightyena interrupted his thoughts. “I’m Kenda, by the way. What’s your name?”
“Larmo, but I don’t have time for-”
“That’s an interesting name. So, why are you running from the cops?”
“I believe that’s none of your business.”
“Aw come on, I told you why I was running!”
Larmo glared at him. “I killed a Mightyena. Savagely.”
Instead of looking horrified, Kenda seemed encouraged by his response. “Really? Whoa. You’re psycho! But you’re lying.”
The Linoone blinked. “Excuse me?”
The Mightyena beamed at him. “You’re lying. I can tell when pokemon lie. They blink heaps, and flick their eyes around. You’re lying.”
Larmo stared at the pokemon, speechless.
“So why are you running?”
Another howl rang out. The Growlithe were getting closer.
“I don’t have time for this! I have to get away!”
“If you tell me why you’re running, I’ll hide you from the Growlithe!” said Kenda.
Larmo stared fiercely at the Mightyena for a second. He seemed sincere. “Fine. If you must know, I’m running because I attacked my trainer. Happy?”
For some reason, Kenda took a terrified step back. “You’re a trainers pokemon?”
“I was, but I got away. I’m a free pokemon now. Like you!”
Kenda gave him another frightened look. “But I thought all trainers pokemon were mean and liked attacking wild pokemon because they believed they were better than them!”
“That’s untrue. They are just like you. It’s their trainers that make them like that. Now, what were you saying about hiding me?”
Kenda turned and led Larmo into the forest. They wound their way down a complex path through the trees. Finally, the Mightyena stopped at a large, rotting hollow log in a small clearing.
“In here is the best place to hide. It will disguise your scent, and shield you from view.”
Larmo twitched. “Is this the best you can do? It’s disgusting.”
Loud barking sounded from the trees near them. The Linoone dived into the log, followed by the Mightyena. Through a hole in the log, Larmo watched the clearing. Three Growlithe’s emerged from the trees, followed by two officers.
“Are you sure it went this way?” the male officer asked the Growlithe, who were running around, looking very confused.
The female officer held her nose in disgust. “Ugh, can we leave? That log stinks, and there’s no sign of the Linoone.”
The man had one last suspicious glance around the clearing, then shrugged and followed his partner into the trees. Larmo waited a full five minutes before emerging from the log.
“Well now, that was close huh?” asked Kenda, shaking rot out of his fur. Larmo growled angrily as it splattered him.
“Oops, sorry Larmo!” the Mightyena said sheepishly.
Larmo snorted in disgust. At least he was free from the police. For now. He turned his attentions back to his new companion.
“I believe we finished our last discussion on a rather hurried note. Did you say you fear trained pokemon?”
Kenda nodded, his bright amber eyes clouding at the recall of some painful memory. He showed Larmo his paw.
“See that scar? A trainer’s pokemon did that to me. Another Mightyena too. Bit me. Hard. I only just got away.”
Larmo watched Kenda. The Mightyena’s voice had gone blank and lifeless.
“But that wasn’t the worst part. I tried to beg the pokemon to stop, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He did everything his trainer told him too. It was like I didn’t know him anymore…” Kenda’s voice suddenly sounded choked, and his eyes went shiny.
Larmo raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know him anymore? What do you mean by that?”
“My own brother!” sobbed Kenda. “My older brother! He would never attack me, never! But he did. The trainer made him. My poor brother…I haven't seen him for months...I fear I will never see him again.” The Mightyena bowed his shaggy head, his shoulder’s racked with sobs.
Larmo was used to human cruelty, but for some reason watching the happy-go-lucky Mightyena broken down into this weeping mess angered him more than anything else beforehand.
“Do you want revenge, Kenda?” he asked quietly. The Mightyena looked up, tears dripping from his chin. It was the first time the Linoone had used his name.
“I dunno…what can I do? I can’t free him.” he said sadly. Larmo had a strange gleam in his eye.
“Yes you can. I freed myself. We can free all of the pokemon held captive by trainers. But I need your help.”
Kenda looked confused, but enlightened. “Okay. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. If I can’t help my brother, I’ll help other pokemon in his situation.”
For the first time in weeks, Larmo’s face broke into a grin. A dangerous grin. Finally, a chance to do something.
“You say you have a pack?”
Kenda nodded.
“How many?”
“‘Bout twenty. Twenty-five max.”
“Excellent. Now where was the Safari Zone place?” A plan was forming in the Linoone’s mind.
“That way.” The Mightyena indicated left.
Larmo nodded, then walked off.
“Hey! Wait! Where are you going?” cried Kenda
“To begin a new era.” the Linoone replied. The Mightyena dashed after him, still extremely confused, but curious.
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