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The Quest for the Legends, now with its ILCOETH revision!

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Dragonfree, Apr 26, 2004.

  1. Ohhhh…Well, yeah, the whole "evolving out of trust" blah seems too much like the animé, I can see why you'd want to avoid that. But…wait…doesn't the level of a Pokémon play a key role in how much experience you get from beating it? And the legendaries don't really give out a lot of experience, mainly because you're meant to catch them, not beat them. When I was trying to get Moltres and it fainted, I only got about 1000 experience points, which isn't a whole lot from a level 50 legendary. But, oh well, I'll stop picking nits now and leave; it's dinnertime.
     
  2. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    In fact, Legendaries do have very high base experience values. Chansey and Blissey are highest with 255, then Mewtwo, Ho-oh, Lugia and Rayquaza with 220, then Lapras with 219, then Dragonite, Tyranitar, Salamence, Kyogre and Groudon with 218, then Moltres, Entei and Regirock with 217, Zapdos, Raikou and Regice with 216 and Articuno, Suicune, Registeel, Jirachi and Deoxys with 215 (although, interestingly enough, Mew and Celebi only have 64, which is the same as Bulbasaur). Moltres at level 50 should give you 1550 EXP points; that's normal and you shouldn't expect much more for a level 50 Pokémon (Blissey at level 50 will only give you 1821). Keep in mind that it's wild, so don't compare it to trained Pokémon; a wild Pokémon only gives 2/3 the experience that it would give if it were trained.
     
  3. Right. Sorry about that, I was just a bit confused. Will wait for next chapter eagerly!
     
  4. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    You're never going to believe this, but...

    ...

    I've written chapter nine. Already.

    And no, it's not rushed. Teachers are on strike, you see, so I've had all day and yesterday, and I'm in mega-writing-mode-of-doom. It's nine pages... and prepare for a very long, very good and very suspenseful chapter ten.



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    RATING

    Violence: More Dragonfree-style battles.

    Gore: None.

    Profanity: One "damn"...

    Sexuality: None.

    Other: Again, hints of Pokémon abuse. Oh, and although it's not exactly a part of the rating - there is a point where you are going to get extremely wrong ideas about this fic, but they are absolutely wrong, as you'll see by the end of the chapter, so don't leave in the middle, OK?
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    Chapter 9: Mew’s Escape

    The old woman by the counter looked dully up as Mark walked past, but showed a great deal more interest upon noticing that his clothes were dripping with water.

    “Why are you so wet?” she asked suspiciously.

    “Fell in a pool,” Mark muttered absent-mindedly without looking at her. She didn’t get anything else out of him before he disappeared up the stairs.

    Mark felt like he had an overdose of mysteries for one day as he took his wet clothes off. May rightfully owned Charmeleon. Should he talk to Charmeleon about it, or just forget it and hope she would never find out? And to think that the guy who had originally received Charmander was the brother of Cleanwater City’s Gym leader! And Rick was making more super-clones… he was abusing Mewtwo²… and Gyarados clearly had some serious issues with Suicune and used some weird mega attack of doom! This was so complicated!

    Mark took on his blue jeans and white Pokéball T-shirt, sat down on the bed and sighed.

    Why me? I just wanted a Pokémon journey, not a headache like this!

    After sitting there and staring into the air for a couple of minutes, he stood up. He was just going to get that badge, and then he could think about the other stuff. Better get the Gym over with.

    And punish Rick in a battle for doing this to the Legendary Pokémon.

    Mark felt oddly confident now that he felt like he had to do this. He walked determinedly out towards the Gym.

    Rick shall pay.

    The first junior trainer didn’t seem to be there when Mark came. A note on the door told challengers to go right through, with the key taped to the note. Mark pressed the button and it slid out of the way. The other three junior trainers weren’t there either. He went straight through all of their arenas.

    The young, blond-haired man from the lab was there, however. And so was May. He was hatefully handing her a coin-like object.

    “Hi,” she said as she walked past Mark on the way out. He quickly whispered: “Wait for me at the Pokémon Center, I seriously need to have a word with you. It’s about your Quilava.”

    She looked puzzled, but nodded and walked outside.

    “Hello,” Rick said dryly. “Another challenger?”

    Mark nodded, turning to the Gym Leader.

    “How many Pokémon do you have?” Rick asked.

    “Four,” said Mark.

    “Four on four it is, then,” said Rick. “I choose…”

    He reached down to his Pokéball belt, with six Clone Balls attached to it, took one and maximized it. He grinned.

    “…Articuno.” Rick threw the ball powerfully forward. It popped open in mid-air, releasing a second Articuno clone. This one seemed all the more aggressive; it glared at Mark with ruby red eyes, scratching the air with its talons as if to show its power.

    “Go, Charmeleon!”

    The red lizard emerged from bright red light.

    “Flamethrower,” Mark ordered.

    “Ice Beam!” Rick countered quickly. Charmeleon’s blast of fire met with an elegant beam of ice crystals from the sky blue bird. Where they met, water started showering down into the pool.

    “Come on, Charmeleon,” Mark muttered, clenching his fist. The lizard looked back at him and then suddenly, without warning, stopped breathing flames and leapt out of the way. Articuno’s Ice Beam smashed into the ground as Charmeleon fired another Flamethrower from directly below the bird. The flames enveloped the Legendary and Articuno fell, its wings on fire, into the pool, where the flames went out. Rick recalled the Pokémon, his face expressionless. He replaced the Clone Ball on his belt.

    “The battle isn’t over yet,” he said coldly.

    Rick paused for a second, but finally took another ball off his Pokéball belt.

    “Ho-oh, show him not to mess with Legendaries,” he growled.

    Rick sent out a Ho-oh, even larger than the one the junior trainer had. It flapped its multicolored wings and took off.

    “Earthquake.” Rick’s voice was icy; he clearly did not like losing the first round.

    “Charmeleon, return!” Mark shouted, knowing it was the wisest thing to do. “Gyarados, go!”

    Ho-oh slammed into the ground just as Gyarados materialized in the pool, but being in the water, the sea monster was not affected.

    “Dragon Rage!” Mark roared. Gyarados released a blast of dragon flames at the giant bird. It screeched, trying to retain its balance. The blue dragon blasted more crimson fire at the Legendary, and it gave up with a final cry, landing gracefully on the floor and spreading out its wings before collapsing.

    Rick gritted his teeth, recalling Ho-oh.

    “Raikou, show him!” he snarled, tossing the third Clone Ball into the arena. “Bring that thing down with a Thunderbolt!”

    The tiger-like Pokémon leapt out of the Pokéball in mid-air, roaring. Electricity crackled in its fur, and before Mark had the sense to do anything, a blast of lightning was fired at Gyarados. He roared in pain and then fell down motionless. Mark seemed to remember reading that Gyarados were extremely vulnerable to electricity as he recalled the sea monster.

    Mark nervously took out Sandshrew’s ball.

    “Go! Earthquake!” he said quickly as he threw the Pokéball. Sandshrew posed in mid-air and came down hard on the ground, causing the floor to ripple. Earthquake was an amazingly complicated attack; a human who got caught in the waves of the ground would merely feel a small tickle, but for the Legendary Beast of Thunder on the other side of the arena, it was in fact very devastating, disrupting the delicate balance between the positively and negatively charged ions in the Electric Pokémon’s body. Raikou growled, trembling a bit.

    “Another Earthquake!” Mark commanded. Sandshrew rose to his hind legs, preparing to perform the attack again.

    “Quick attack!” Rick hissed. Raikou leant back and then leapt forward at undetectable speed, striking Sandshrew hard. He lost his balance, and the tiger then attempted to sink its fangs into the little Pokémon’s body, but Sandshrew acted quickly on his own accord, and stung the Legendary’s paw with one of his claws, injecting poison through it into the tiger’s blood. It howled in pain, staggering backwards, and then Sandshrew had the chance to unleash a second Earthquake attack. Raikou weakly let out some small sparks and then fainted.

    Rick swore loudly, recalling the tiger.

    “Very well… go, Mew!”

    Out of the ball came a light pink, furred little creature. The hind legs were much longer than the tiny front paws; its long, threadlike tail ended in an oval shape. Big, stubby ears rested on a catlike head with two big, sapphire blue eyes.

    The previous Legendary clones had had absolutely emotionless eyes, like robots made to do what they were told, save for Mewtwo². But Mew was different. The eyes seemed somehow faded, half-closed, and above all horribly sad. The Pokémon looked limp.

    “Surf,” Rick hissed. Mew’s weary eyes glowed deep blue and the water in the pool started rising in a great wave which crashed upon Sandshrew with terrible force, but flowed neatly past Mark on both sides. Slowly the water drained back into the pool, and Sandshrew was left soaked and shivering.

    “Shrew…” he said weakly before losing consciousness.

    Mark hesitated. His determination from before was fading, and he only had Eevee left.

    Oh, come on, maybe I’m being overprotective, he thought. Jeesh, I’m turning into mom…

    “Go, Eevee!” he yelled, throwing the ball. The little brown creature materialized and looked at Mew with his big brown eyes.

    “Eevee, Return,” Mark said anxiously. Eevee looked at Mew for a second, but then turned back to Mark.

    “Ee… vee,” he said. It took a bit of time for Mark to realize that this was the first clearly understandable thing that Eevee said. He was saying that he didn’t want to attack Mew because it was so sad.

    “Oh, Eevee, please, there’s nothing we can do about that!” Mark said desperately. Eevee just shook his head.

    “Vee?” he said, stepping a bit forward towards the Legendary.

    “Thunderbolt!” Rick spat. Mew didn’t react to it at all, and was instead watching Eevee.

    “Darn it, Psychic! Something! Attack, you stupid thing!”

    “Mew…” said the Pokémon weakly. Eevee tilted his head curiously and walked farther up to the pink creature. He carefully laid a paw on its shoulder.

    “Eevee?” he asked. Slowly, he started glowing with a pink aura – the positive energy that Return was made of. Suddenly, Mew’s eyes opened wide. Then it dropped down, unconscious.

    Eevee jumped away with a shriek, clearly very confused about what had happened. He carefully poked the pink Pokémon’s body; it didn’t move.

    Rick turned very pale. He slowly took out the Clone Ball, recalled the Mew into it and started muttering to the ball.

    “You… there’s a curse on you… I’ve lost every single battle I’ve used you in… this is all one of your devilish little tricks… you’re going to bring me down…”

    Suddenly, Rick turned to Mark.

    “Catch,” he said, throwing the ball at him. Mark caught it.

    “Huh?” he asked, confused, staring at the orb in his hands.

    “Take it away! The devil, just take it!”

    “What the…”

    “Don’t you want it?” Rick asked in a tempting voice. Mark looked open-mouthed at the ball. He was almost going to say no, he couldn’t accept something like this, but then he remembered the sad expression on Mew throughout the battle. He couldn’t leave it here.

    “…Yes.”

    Rick’s eyes glinted.

    “Good boy. Your badge.”

    He walked firmly up to Mark and dropped a small silver coin into his hand. Mark examined it. It had an eye engraved in the middle, but it was surrounded by a raindrop, a bolt of lightning, a flame and a leaf. The back of it said “Element Badge”. Mark pinned it to his T-shirt.

    “Leave,” Rick said icily. Mark just went through the side door, pocketing Mew’s Clone Ball. The feeling was odd, and not at all what he had imagined it would be to win a badge.

    He would have to go to the Pokémon Center and get Mew healed, but of course he couldn’t hand Nurse Joy a Clone Ball. She’d think he had stolen it.

    What he was therefore going to do first was a so-called ‘inter-Pokéball transfer’. It could be done at any Pokémon Center using the trading machine. It was basically exactly like trading, except that both of the Pokéballs were owned by the same person and one of them was empty. Afterwards, the Pokéball the Pokémon used to be in would be unusable unless one went and got it recharged for a fee, which was only slightly cheaper than buying a new ball so along with having to waste another Pokéball to put the Pokémon in, it usually didn’t pay off. Therefore, trainers rarely did the transfer unless they had a very special reason to.

    But Mark did, and therefore he walked up to the trading machine in the corner of the Pokémon Center. He placed Mew’s Clone Ball under one of the tubes after making sure nobody was watching, and then one of his normal Pokéballs at the other end. He set the machine to inter-Pokéball transfer mode, and the two balls got sucked up into the metallic tubes. The great screen in the middle of it showed Mew’s silhouette traveling across the screen, and Mark did his best to stand in the way so nobody could see it. Finally, both balls dropped down again.

    He picked up the Clone Ball, minimized it and put it in his pocket. He didn’t know why he felt the need to keep an unusable brainwashing Pokéball, but he just did. Then he took a deep breath and picked up the other Pokéball, now holding Mew.

    He walked over to Nurse Joy, trying to look normal, and gave her the Pokéballs.

    “Mostly just exhausted,” he said. The nurse nodded, placing the Pokéballs on a tray and putting it into the full-size equivalent of a Pocket Healer. After a few beeps were heard, she took them out again and handed them to Mark.

    “We hope to see you again,” she said, smiling.

    Mark nodded. Just then, May noticed him and walked up to him. He remembered what he had said to her before the battle, and cursed silently. He didn’t feel like going into these explanations now, but then again they would be better over with.

    “What about my Quilava?” she asked, getting straight to the point.

    “Well, it’s a long story,” Mark began, “and I… can’t really tell it around all these people.”

    “Well, I’m going fishing for Pokémon at the Lake of Purity. Why don’t you just join me and we’ll discuss that on the way?”

    “Sure,” said Mark, shrugging. They walked out of the Pokémon Center and headed towards the road.

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    “You’re telling me Rick is making more super-clones?”

    “Yeah.”

    “And that the lying little idiot with my Quilava is his brother?”

    Mark nodded. “And the strange Pikachu he had, it was actually a Pikatwo, a Pikachu super-clone.”

    “Well, I’ll be damned,” she just said.

    Mark was still pondering over whether to tell her about Charmeleon, but decided not to. They were now at the Lake, and May was about to cast out the line.

    Suddenly, Mark caught a glimpse of something light blue.

    “What was that?”

    “What?” May questioned.

    “I think I saw… never mind.”

    “No, what?” asked May eagerly.

    “I think there was a Dratini there,” Mark said, still staring at the same spot.

    “Rubbish,” said May, while she was glaringly obviously looking around for it too.

    “Over there!”

    May threw the rod forward. A small creature dove back under the surface.

    “Darn it!” she hissed.

    “Hey, I saw it first!” Mark said.

    “So what?”

    “Then I’m the one who tries to catch it!”

    “That’s not in any official rules!”

    “Draa?”

    A small head poked out of the surface. It was pale blue with cute frills at the sides, two adorable eyes watching the two kids argue with interest, and a white muzzle.

    Mark and May both took out Pokéballs. May threw it first, but missed by far and the Pokéball sank into the water. Mark accidentally dropped his because he was hurrying so much, and it rolled into the water, where it started sinking too. The Dratini dove down again. Mark could see his Pokéball come to a halt when it reached the bottom. After a few suspenseful seconds, the Dratini swam forward to examine it, poked a little too far, and was dissolved into red energy that was drawn into the ball.

    Mark stared at it for a second, and then prepared to jump in.

    “Mark, you are being an absolute idiot,” May said clearly and pronouncedly, grabbing the back of his T-shirt. “Do you think you can just dive in there? You may see the bottom, but this is the second-deepest lake in all of Ouen, for crying out loud.”

    It wasn’t exactly because of her that Mark decided to rethink this plan. It was more because he already got his other clothes wet. But at the very least, he calmed down.

    “Now, look here,” May started. “I’ve got a magnet, and I’ve got a fishing rod. We can use them to get that Dratini out of the water. But both of them are mine, and it was just luck that Dratini went into your Pokéball and not mine. So…”

    “You’re going to take my Dratini?” Mark asked loudly. “How about no?”

    “You have no choice,” she said, smirking as she drew a small magnet out of her pocket and attached it to the end of the line. She carefully lowered it down while Mark gritted his teeth.

    “Larvii,” came a little voice. Mark gaped.

    The owner of the voice was a small, green Pokémon with a triangular-shaped head. It had a small mouth, red eyes with black markings just below them, a red diamond shape on its belly and an odd, bundle-like tail.

    “Is everything full of almost-Legendary Pokémon here today?”

    May wheeled around, releasing the rod.

    “Whoa! That’s a Larvitar!”

    “Oh, really?” said Mark sarcastically, grabbing the rod while he had the chance and reeling in the Pokéball quickly. Meanwhile, May threw one of her Pokéballs at the Larvitar. Mark didn’t bother seeing it wobble; he just hurried away so she wouldn’t try to take Dratini too. Judging from May’s cry of “YESSS!!”, she had caught it.

    Mark was now starting to think about Mew again. He felt a need to talk to it, but the hotel room was the only safe place to do so.

    He ran down the road back to Cleanwater, rushed into the hotel and saw the TV on, not paying much attention to it.

    “And finally, today, around two thousand captive-bred Dratini, Larvitar and Bagon were released into the wild all around the world.”

    Mark abruptly stopped to listen.

    “This is a part of a project to help these highly endangered species survive. In fact, they aren’t as strong as many people think, and that this misunderstanding has sprouted from the fact that they used to be so rare that only the best of trainers would ever be able to capture them, ultimately making the result Pokémon’s full potential released. Less experienced trainers are not likely to manage to evolve them to their final forms and at the very least unable to unleash their full power, according to experts. More on this later.”

    “Well, that explains it,” Mark muttered to himself. Suddenly his capture wasn’t as significant, but it still felt as great. The part about only strong trainers being able to make these Pokémon strong made him wonder. Was he one? Was May one? Would he have to face one sometime?

    He remembered what he was at the hotel for, went up the stairs to his room, closed the door carefully, sat down on the bed and took Mew’s Pokéball slowly out.

    “Go… Mew.” Mark dropped the ball down, the two halves separated and a sphere of red energy from within took shape into the pinkish-white, catlike creature.

    Mark sat completely still. After Mew had stared at him for a while, the Pokémon sat down beside him, wrapping its long tail around him in what appeared to be a greeting of some sort.

    “What happened?” asked the Legendary quietly without looking at him, calmly like it was merely asking about the time.

    “Well, which parts do you know?” Mark replied, shrugging.

    “Three years in darkness, always exhausted, like a puppet, only occasionally thinking clearly, but having no choice but to let my consciousness drift away for a momentary ease of pain…”

    Mew’s deep, sapphire blue eyes looked into Mark’s.

    “Now, I am here, once again blessed with freedom.”

    It took a bit of time for this to sink in.

    “Wait – you’re not a clone?”

    “No,” said Mew simply. “Had I known no life outside of being forced into obedience and fighting mindlessly all day long, I would have accepted it. Like the others. Their minds know nothing else. Those will only fight back who know there is something worth fighting for.”

    “What about Mewtwo²?” Mark asked quietly.

    “He is powerful… that allows him to think clearer… they have been strengthening the Clone Ball, but it’s too late once he has felt himself being robbed of his free will and thought… I can sense his sorrow at this very moment…”

    Mark was quiet for a long while, but then muttered: “That’s so… sad.”

    Mew nodded slowly. “Sad indeed, but there is no way for us to help. I am very fortunate, which brings us back to the original question.”

    “Rick gave your Pokéball to me, muttering something about there being a curse on you.” Mark paused, then added: “Why?”

    “He does not realize our feelings. I have fought back; I have weakened my attacks as I could and done my best not to give him the pleasure of winning. So far I have succeeded…”

    There was a short silence. The Legendary Pokémon sighed deeply. “We shall see what destiny has in store for him.”

    “What will you do now?” Mark asked quietly.

    “I will go home. I used to reside deep inside Rainbow Woods before he came.”

    Mark stood slowly up and opened the balcony door. No words were necessary. Mew just nodded, looked at him with those bright blue eyes, and flew outside.

    “Maybe I’ll see you… you-know-where,” Mark called. Mew gave a small nod, then shot up towards the sky.

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    On the street below, a bearded man wearing a brown hat and a trench coat jerked his head upwards.

    “Did you see that?” he whispered to the Pokémon beside him. It nodded slowly.

    “And did you see the boy?”

    Another nod. The man’s gaze flickered a bit.

    “And did you hear what he said?”

    He didn’t wait for an answer. A weird smile spread across his face.
     
  5. ClowSui

    ClowSui look! a shiny dragon

    OMGOMGOMGOMG!

    Lucky little ***tard! My teachers are never on strike. x_x

    Anyways, nice chapters. It's great to see this fic take a big plot movement!
     
  6. Cephonis

    Cephonis Guest

    Holy mother of S***! Teachers on strike? I aint never seen that! Oh wait i have, but that was on Simpsons.

    How the **** did Rick catch Mew?And whos the guy who heard? and whats the pokemon hes talkin to?
     
  7. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    Mwahahaha, teachers on strike! Teachers on strike! I'll torture you for eternity with these words!

    Only problem is, they gave loads of homework. x_x


    That's what the next chapter is for. Seriously, it's all in the next chapter. And oh so much more... *grins*
     
  8. This was an interesting chapter. I was just wondering, why was Mew was in a Clone Ball if it wasn't a Clone? Also, did you want Mark to get an intersting Pokemon or is that Dratini going to have something to do with a future problem? Anyways, good chapter and I can't wait for this cliff-hanger to end.
     
  9. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    The Clone Balls are called that because Rick mostly puts clones into them (and, in fact, wants people to believe that he only puts clones into them), but they are the ones that control the Pokémon and therefore it would be weird to create a special Pokéball that also does that but is called something else just for Mew. I made a sprite of the Clone Ball, by the way - click here to see.

    Sadly, though, there's nothing deeper behind Dratini at the moment. The Pokémon involved are the same as they were in the original version, and I simply made him catch Pokémon I liked (then it didn't even have the endangered species part). But who knows, I might make something deeper behind Dratini.That's the way I make the plot for this fic, anyway; it's never intended from the start.
     
  10. Blaziken V2

    Blaziken V2 Guest

    I absolutely love it.I am waiting for other chapters,so start working!I'm wondering if Mark will ever see the Legends...hmmmm.I just don't know what to say,Good Luck.
     
  11. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    I can't start working, because I've already started. ;) Don't worry, chapter ten is coming soon, and it's going to be good.
     
  12. Lupin

    Lupin Legendary Pokémon Coordinator

    Thats cool. Can't wait.
     
  13. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    Eh... I've got to admit, that was a rather spammy reply. :/ Sorry, but rules are rules. *warns*

    Since I'm posting... chapter ten is eight pages so far, and just starting. It will probably be the longest thing I'll ever have written when it's finished (more than 13 pages), but I assure you it will keep you occupied no matter how long it is.
     
  14. Another positively amazing chapter, Dragonfree. The description of Mew's eyes gave it much more depth as a character… I'm still wondering what the heck that ultra-super-powerful-attack-of-DOOM was…and I'm really interested in why Mew knows about Mewtwo^2 when it's with Rick and Mewtwo^2 is with the scientist…Ah well… will wait for the next chapters patiently…
     
  15. IdiotNESS

    IdiotNESS Guest

    Woohoo! I was right! Charmander...err...Charmeleon was a clone! Though, I'm not sure if you realized this, but you did a good job of emphasizing May's hatred of Porcupine Pokemon :D as well.

    I need to ckeck this more often, you posted, what, two or three chapters before I last read it? Wow.

    I really liked Chapter 9. It was an interesting battle and the Mew thing was fascinating (but, it...nevermind, I'll cover that later). I always love it when a character acts human. Sometimes writers romanticize their characters and the result is painful. The main character becomes the peaceful protagonist: hated, misunderstood, but always the hero. It is really relieving to read your fic. Your fic is taking a big plot movement too, I like that. So...Don't torture us by withholding your next chapter!

    Watch out for the uberness of some attacks. I know that you meant to make Mark find out that Dragon Rage was the answer to defeating Legendaries but it became so often used in the battles that it was no longer interesting to read (well, that's an exaggeration...it was interesting to read, just not your peak). Perhaps, you should have forced Gyrados to use a different attack. I know you already wrote this but if you find youself doing something like this again or going over edits, this is just a tip.

    I think I really like Gyrados...He's so cool! I'm interested to see how his personality and past are revealed later in your fic.

    Another thing, though, Mark's encounter with Mew cold have been a bit better. It's interesting how you made Mew's state some kind of a pity but when he was released, perhaps you could have given him a display of raw power. Psychic comunication and picturesqe teleports might have been the way to go. Still, it was better than most other fics I've read.

    Since this is an ILCOETH version, I expected absolutely no grammer errors but there was, in chapter two, you said:

    Gyarados' not Gyarados's...Sorry, I'm being picky but I was a bit disappointed. I don't think that'll happen again so I'm not worried, just check on Microsoft Word or something to eliminate errors like that.

    I guess I owe you one more critique because you wrote two chapters so...when you had Mark see May right after her vicotry over Rick, you could have given it more emotion. I don't thin MAy would just say "Hi" after a victory over a Legendary trainer without an Uber-attack-of-death. I understand that character development is completely up to the writer but perhaps, you should think about this. Don't treat supporting characters as supporting characters, they should just be like main characters too. Maybe they might not have as much spotlight, but they should be described and fleshed out as well.

    Oh, and Wondrous Sableye,

    Umm, I think it's because Rick was the "head" cloner for all cloning done in his gym. So, since Rick probably was the one who made the clone, Mew would know about it becuase he was with Rick during the process.

    That's just a hypothesis so correct me if I'm wrong, Dragonfree.

    Awesome work Dragonfree!!! I love your fic so far (TEACHERS ON STRIKE!?!?)! I wish I went to your school ;)! I can't wait for your next chapter!
     
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  16. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    *searches for thread to post chapter ten* AHH! WHERE DID IT GO?? Oh, it's on the first page. Ehh... ^^;

    So, IdiotNESS...

    Charmeleon, a clone? Eh, actually not. Taylor received a *normal* Charmander for a starter Pokémon like any other kid would, and because it was normal, he found it weak so he asked for a super-clone from Rick. Although, when I look back at it, I didn't put that clear enough... sorry about the confusion.

    The next Gym has more powerful Pokémon, so Gyarados' usage of Dragon Rage is pretty much over now. Don't worry about that...

    I liked picturing Mew as not really wanting to show its power all the time (I refer to Mew as an it, by the way, not because Mew is genderless on the games, but because I can't think of Mew as male or female. Same with Suicune). You want to see a display of Mew's power? Read chapter ten. ;) But there, I mainly just wanted to put Mew there as trying to be like Mark's equal while talking to him.

    As for Gyarados's... it's a proper noun, and it's not plural, so I've been wondering whether it is grammatically correct to have an S or not. Isn't there a rule with stuff like James's having an S? Ah, whatever, I'll have no S... (by the way, Microsoft Word's spelling/grammar check wants to replace both "Gyarados'" and "Gyarados's" with just plain "Gyarados" unless I add it to the dictionary, so Word will never tell me that one or the other is correct).

    As for May, she really isn't the kind of person to be all happy or hyper or something after beating Rick. As you'll learn later, she's a very ambitious trainer with very well-trained Pokémon, and she really expected as much. Meh, probably could've been a little bit more interesting, but I assure you that I'm not just treating her as a random supporting character with little thought, because of the simple fact that she isn't a supporting character. She gets more involved in the plot later, and is in fact one of the main humans.

    You're right about Mew and Mewtwo², though; Rick is the man behind the whole cloning and is in charge of everything. He just happens to have given the scientist Mewtwo².

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    But now... it's time for... chaaapter TEN in its whole sixteen-page-long glory! Introducing the best character of this fic... introducing the dark parts of this fic...


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    RATING

    Violence: Pokémon battles, more violent than the ones you've been seeing here so far.

    Gore: A bit, but nothing very serious.

    Sexuality: None.

    Profanity: One "damn", yet again...

    Other: Lots of threatening and thought about death. And semi-religious stuff that I hope my readers don't have too much against...
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    Chapter 10: The Mew Hunter

    Mark went down the stairs slowly. He felt incredible. Much to his dismay, he met the one person he wasn’t interested in talking to at the stairway as she came walking from the other corridor. She didn’t say anything to him and they just walked down the stairs, ignoring each other very ironically.

    They both returned the keys, acting like the other wasn’t there, and both walked out the same road towards Rainbow Woods, the forest that grew between Cleanwater City and Alumine.

    Oh darn, Mark thought. Mew isn’t about to come anywhere near when she’s here...

    They just walked for a long while as the tall trees surrounded them in all directions.

    “Why are you always following me?” yelled Mark finally in frustration.

    “Just because we’re walking along the same road at the same time doesn’t mean I’m following you, you know,” said May, glancing at him.

    “But why are you walking just here at the exact same time as I am, refusing to even look at me?” Mark argued.

    “You have big issues with me, I see,” said May, raising her eyebrow. “Look, I’m not one to start a conversation. I don’t talk to people who don’t want to talk to me, so I usually just answer when I’m asked. Because you didn’t seem very keen on talking to me, I decided not to annoy you by talking. Do you have problems with that?”

    Mark blushed. “Eh… did you catch that Larvitar?”

    “Yeah, and I noticed you took off with Dratini.”

    Darn it! Mark hissed to himself.

    “So, you going to take Dratini back or something?” he asked defensively.

    “Nah,” said May. “I’ve got Larvitar. I think I am the better one out, anyway.”

    Mark angrily took out Dratini’s ball and pointed his Pokédex at it.

    “Dratini – dragon Pokémon. This Pokémon sheds its skin to keep control of the massive amounts of life energy it has. So rare it was said to be a myth.”

    He checked the stats. “Male, level 15,” he muttered.

    “So is Larvitar,” May replied. “Hey, maybe we could, you know, battle them out.”

    She got that battle glint in her eyes again.

    “Fair enough,” Mark answered after a moment of thought. “Go!”

    He sent out the slender, snake-like dragon on the ground. May threw forward the Pokéball containing the green creature from earlier. It gritted its teeth and waved the long horn on its head like a sword.

    “Dratini, Wrap!” Mark called out. The little dragon obeyed, slithering forward to wrap its long body around Larvitar and starting to squeeze as hard as he could.

    “Bite!” May ordered quickly, and Larvitar locked its small but powerful jaws around Dratini’s body. The dragon released him with a small cry of pain.

    “Twister!” Mark shouted. The dragon started glowing turquoise, stood up on the end of its body and started spinning around, faster and faster. Finally, he released a greenish-blue whirlwind that shot at Larvitar.

    “Sandstorm!” May hissed. Larvitar raised a paw into the air, its red eyes glowing intensely golden, and a stream of sand materialized out of nowhere behind it and met the whirlwind. Mark clenched his fist; May’s face was expressionless until she, with a triumphant smile, saw that the whirlwind, now also a wheel of sand, started moving back towards Dratini. One thing sat in Mark’s head: Dragons were weak to their own attacks. The whirlwind engulfed Dratini. The small Pokémon screamed as he was bombarded by the wheel of sand along with the dragon power contained in the whirlwind. He was whipped into the air and came down unconscious.

    “Return,” Mark grumbled. He looked hatefully at May as he attached the Pokéball to his belt again. She sighed.

    “Look, we don’t need to start some rivalry about this. I beat you, but that’s no big deal. I hate it when people hate me. Let’s just be friends, okay?”

    She held forward her hand. Mark hesitated, but then shook it.

    “Hey, there’s a café at the forest’s edge, just before we get out of it. If you have money for yourself, we can eat there,” May offered.

    “Sure,” Mark replied.

    They ventured through the forest, now without the tense atmosphere, and Mark felt a lot better to know that she wasn’t plotting to steal Dratini or anything. They came across a few weak wild Pokémon too, but just took turns beating them instead of trying to catch them, subconsciously trying to avoid another Dratini situation. Finally, they reached the café. It was a pleasantly green, very small-looking wooden house with red decorations, dug a little into the ground so it seemed even smaller. A faded, red sign above the door said “Rainbow café”.

    “I’ve got to admit, this looks miniscule,” said Mark, staring at the house.

    “Come on, I ate here on the way from Alumine to Cleanwater, it isn’t as small as it looks,” said May, dragging him down the small stairs leading to the door.

    She was right. Somehow magically, it was much bigger on the inside than outside. Small, red, round tables were positioned very randomly all around the floor, with anything from one to five matching red chairs around them. People sat here and there, most of them deep in either conversation or thought.

    The kids sat down at a table near the door and ordered some toast. After eating, they paid and were about to stand up when Mark noticed that his Pokéball belt had no Pokéballs on it anymore.

    “Wha… did you take my Pokéballs?” he asked, scanning the floor for any traces of them.

    “Of course not,” said May offended. “I’m not a hypocrite.”

    “What happened to them?” asked Mark hysterically, looking under the chairs and everything.

    “Mark, Pokéballs don’t fall off by themselves,” said May seriously.

    “You mean…”

    “Somebody stole them, yes. Not me, but somebody.”

    Mark looked frantically around. “Who?”

    May put up a thoughtful expression. “Maybe that weird guy in the trench coat. He sat down just behind you, didn’t order anything and then after a while hurried out of the door, turning left.”

    “That means… to Alumine,” Mark breathed. He grabbed May’s arm.

    “What are we waiting for? Let’s go after him!”

    He sprinted towards the city. May just sighed and walked, letting him shake her off.

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    Trench coat, trench coat…

    Mark came to the city’s edge, panting, and looked around. Alumine was medium-sized, but rather dirty and not an extremely pleasant place to live; most of the buildings were just blocks of concrete painted in some disgusting color that was thankfully starting to fall off. One building stood out, and was at the end of the main street Mark was entering; it was the famous Alumine Gym, constructed out of Skarmory feathers and shaped like one end of a vertical eye sticking up from the ground, with the doors as the pupil. It reflected the sunlight off a million steel surfaces, all facing in slightly different directions. Mark had heard that the Gym Leader there used the sunlight to help him win battles thanks to the opponent having a hard time seeing around.

    A bearded man, most of his bearded face hidden in shadow beneath a brown hat and indeed wearing a trench coat, entered an extremely ugly, sickeningly yellow, large building just to Mark’s right. It took a second for him to realize that this was the man he was looking for. He was about to follow him when he heard May’s voice.

    “Hey,” she said. “Wasn’t that him?”

    “Yeah,” Mark replied. “You coming with me?”

    She stared blankly at him. “What, you’re just going to knock on his door and say ‘Hey, you stole my Pokémon, can I have them back?’”

    “Well, yeah, pretty much,” said Mark simply.

    “You’re crazy,” May sighed, shaking her head.

    “So what?” Mark snapped. “If you’re not coming, fine.”

    He walked firmly towards the yellow building and knocked on the door. The trench coat guy answered it, of course not wearing it anymore. He stared at Mark for a second, then shoved him inside and closed the door.

    “You!” the man spoke in a hoarse, quiet voice. His eyes were black and extremely open, and a black full beard covered much of his face.

    “Here… I’ve been… you didn’t have… must… get…”

    On second thought, he also seemed a little bit crazy.

    “WHERE?” he suddenly bellowed, grabbing Mark’s arm firmly. Okay, maybe quite a bit crazy.

    “Where is what?” asked Mark, puzzled.

    “You-know-where!” he hissed.

    More like ‘an absolute madman who should’ve been locked in long ago’.

    “What?” Mark questioned, even more confused.

    “You know very well what I’m talking about! My life! My dedication! Where is ‘you-know-where’?”

    Suddenly, it dawned on to Mark what he was talking about.

    “You mean… Mew?”

    “What else could I mean?” the guy snarled. “Look, I have spent my entire life searching for Mew! I MUST FIND IT!”

    “Uh,” said Mark, backing away, “why didn’t you just give up on it long ago?” Afterwards, he always thought of this had been a very stupid question.

    The man took a few deep breaths, looking a lot less mad afterwards.

    “I’ll tell you the whole story… doesn’t matter… we have plenty of time…

    You can call me the Mew Hunter for convenience. I started my Pokémon journey around your age… I lived in Johto then. I got a Totodile as my first Pokémon… chose it for the jaws, mind you… I’ve always been a lot for sharp things… but by then I was already fascinated by the one Pokémon that possessed the genes of them all.”

    He didn’t explain what he meant, but he didn’t need to; Mark knew he was referring to Mew.

    “I wanted to find it and claim it as mine… but of course, such a thing required a lot of preparation… I got a Sandshrew and a Sneasel, and managed to dig up a Kabuto fossil and get it resurrected… I evolved Totodile, Sandshrew and Kabuto, and with these four Pokémon, I started an unofficial Gym of Pokémon with sharp claws or fangs, just for the profits. We are in the Gym right now.”

    Mark looked around; that sounded sensible. The floor was marked as a Pokémon arena and the ceiling was very high. Two large windows with six panes each were on the wall to the left, and seemed to be the only lighting in the arena.

    “I also studied Pokéballs. After earning the money to buy a Master Ball, I used my knowledge to make some modifications to it… I made it so that the Pokémon inside it would be unable to escape a certain distance away from the ball itself. I was going to use it on Mew. And once I had made it, I closed the Gym and headed out to search for the ancestor of all Pokémon…

    But I had competition. Rick, from the Cleanwater City Gym, was also heading towards the same goal. He had a Pokéball that would capture anything and put it under total control, weakening its mind to obey everything it was told. A disgusting idea… I knew that it must not be done to Mew… I was going to earn Mew’s trust, just like I had done with my other Pokémon… but he was going to use Mew as a slave. I could not let that happen. I was determined to find Mew first.

    And one day, I stumbled upon Mew, sleeping in the shadow of a tree. But Rick was there too. We threw our balls at the same time… from my studies, I knew that if a Pokémon was hit with two balls at once, it would be torn apart and killed unless it collected all of itself into one ball… the impact of the two balls would wake it up, and I was confident that Mew would choose me… who would choose total slavery over a temporary limitation of freedom?

    But Mew chose Rick… to this very day the thought has haunted me, why did Mew prefer Rick’s control? I have never found out why…”

    The man’s voice had slowly reverted to the mad, desperate one throughout the last few sentences.

    “I went through a long period of depression, but finally I decided to reopen my Gym, caught two new Pokémon and forgot about Mew. But today, I saw Mew again… I saw it fly out of a window… and you were addressing it, stating that you two supposedly would meet ‘you-know-where’.”

    He paused, and then spat out in a totally different voice: “Now, I’d like you to tell me where that place is.”

    Mark didn’t like idea of telling this person anything about where to find Mew. He didn’t sound like he was lying when he talked about “earning Mew’s trust” rather than forcing it to do anything, but he could very well be mad enough to have a somewhat twisted definition of earning somebody’s trust.

    “No,” he therefore answered. “I’m not telling you.”

    “I’m afraid you mistook that for a question!” the man barked. “Speak, or things will get nasty.”

    “No,” said Mark firmly.

    The man got a very sickening glint in his eyes.

    “Really?” he said slowly, glaring at Mark with the kind of a smile Mark had seen on villains in movies. Mark noticed his hand slowly picking a Pokéball from his belt.

    “You know, my friend here is amazingly convincing. Want to meet him?”

    Mark’s eyes darted towards the door as he thought of making a run for it.

    “Well, you’re meeting him whether you like it or not,” the man hissed, hurling the Pokéball powerfully towards Mark. Something big and green came out of it, dove straight at Mark at amazing speed and knocked him down. He felt his head hit the wall hard. A sharp pain seared through his head as his vision blacked out for a second; when it came back, he was met with a not-so-pleasant sight.

    The thing that had hit him was a Pokémon commonly associated with horror films, blood and stereotypical evil. It was somewhat like a light green, bipedal mantis with a reptilian head, but most importantly, two long, wickedly sharp blades attached to its arms. As sickening as it was, Mark found one of them positioned a centimeter or so from his throat.

    The Scyther held him firmly down so that he couldn’t have moved even if he hadn’t been stiff from the sheer shock of having his life so suddenly put on the edge of a knife. He felt his heart pumping like crazy, every vein throbbing like it was about to burst. To crown it all, his stomach apparently fancied being empty at the moment. Seeing what was about to happen, the Pokémon turned Mark’s head slightly to the left before he threw up.

    “Aw, you don’t like his reasoning?” the man asked in a mocking tone. “Well, too bad. Feel like talking now?”

    “No,” Mark choked up, sounding a lot braver than he felt.

    “I’ll give you two five minutes to be alone,” said the man, checking his watch. “Talk then or…” He ran his finger quickly over his throat, then turned around towards a side door and slammed it shut.

    Mark was left in the arena with the bug Pokémon, not sure whether the five minutes were meant for him to think about it or just to discomfort him even more. A few seconds convinced him that it was the latter.

    His horrified gaze ran over to the Pokémon. His stomach twitched just from looking at it again. The beast’s eyes were completely colorless; the socket was shaped like a skewed rectangle, and the whites were pearly and veinless, disrupted only by the jet-black slits that were the pupils. It was staring straight at his face, completely expressionlessly.

    Mark wondered what would happen if he just told the guy that Mew was at some random place and got released. He could just go and tell the police and get the Mew Hunter arrested. But while the man was clearly mad, he didn’t seem stupid at all. Hadn’t he thought of that? Mark whirred through the last things the man had said, and realized that he had never actually said Mark would be released if he did tell of Mew’s location. He got a horrible sinking feeling. Was this the end, whatever he did?

    He started imagining what it was like to be killed. Was there life after death? What kind of a feeling would it be? Would it happen right away? The good thing was that he knew Scyther took very much care in sharpening their scythes so their cuts were virtually painless… from his point of view, it wouldn’t be that bad a death…

    Oh, come on, he thought bitterly to himself. You don’t want to get your damn throat cut by a mad Scyther!

    The Scyther isn’t mad, said the perfectionist voice in his head. His trainer is.

    Yeah, but it’s the same thing, Pokémon do what their trainers say…

    Do they?

    You mean… negotiating with a Scyther? You crazy?

    Maybe, but it can’t hurt, can it? You have nothing to lose.

    Oh man. First sign of insanity: staging an imaginary conversation with oneself.

    But then again, there was a point in that. He had nothing to lose.

    “Eh…” Mark said hesitatingly, immediately regretting it. But the Scyther decided to answer nevertheless.

    “You scared?”

    Mark didn’t find any longing to answer that question.

    “Death is not to be feared, for it is the only thing that we all have in common.”

    Seeing the confused look on Mark’s face, the bug added: “It’s an old Scyther saying. It means: why fear death of all things, when it’s the exact one thing we can be positive will happen to us all sooner or later?”

    If that was supposed to be comforting, it was failing miserably.

    “You hate that guy, right?” Mark asked weakly.

    “What would you know?” Scyther replied.

    “But… you wouldn’t actually…”

    “Why not?” asked Scyther calmly.

    “Well… you wouldn’t feel good, would you?” Mark suggested. Scyther smiled faintly.

    “Trying to appeal to my conscience, now are you? But tell me one thing, human: is it your honest belief that Scyther have a conscience?”

    “Eh, well, yeah, I liked to think so, at least,” Mark said awkwardly.

    “Of course we have a conscience,” Scyther said bitterly. “And all the emotions you can feel to go with it. But if you knew that, you should also be able to realize that being a predator leaves you with a choice of permanently blocking out everything called ‘pity for a victim’, or starving to death.”

    “Will you get anything out of killing me?” Mark tried another approach.

    “No, but I’m not the only Pokémon here. Take Kabutops. His scythes aren’t as sharp as mine, I’ll admit, he doesn’t think too much about the maintenance…”

    Mark quickly changed the subject to the first thing he could think of.

    “Eh… you wouldn’t want blood on your nice, clean scythes, would you?” he said out of the blue.

    Scyther sighed. “Look, this is getting ridiculous now and I have the feeling that you aren’t about to say a single logical thing from now on, so why bother? Besides, I’m not the one who decides what happens here. You were given five minutes as a chance to think over your situation, and you’ve been wasting them talking to me. While I do appreciate a chat, I feel it’s my duty to inform you that you’re not buying yourself a single minute of additional life.”

    Mark decided to follow the Pokémon’s advice; funnily enough, he had managed to forget about the scythe threatening him while they talked, but now he was starting to feel uncomfortable again.

    Then suddenly, a wonderful though struck him like lightning. He felt warmth spread around his whole body. He wheeled through it in his head a few times, yes, it appeared to work…

    The side door opened and the Mew Hunter came back in.

    “So,” he said slowly, walking up to Mark, “are you going to speak out?”

    “No,” said Mark, his heart beating like crazy. Despite having found a plan that should work, all of his courage had flown out of the window during the last five minutes and wasn’t about to return.

    “You want to die, kid?” the Mew Hunter snarled.

    “No,” Mark answered quietly.

    “Well, newsflash: there’s no alternative!” growled the Mew Hunter. “Telling me or not?”

    “…not.” Mark’s voice was trembling. This was it. Either he was right, or he was wrong and then his life would end right here.

    The man went white for a split second. “OK, then,” he said in an odd tone. “It will be quick…”

    Mark closed his eyes, but Scyther’s scythe did not move. He smiled; he had been right. The Mew Hunter didn’t want to lose him so easily.

    “You were never going to kill me, were you?” Mark asked, feeling oddly secure.

    “Well, let me tell you one thing… you are never going out of here, never… until you tell me where Mew is…”

    “You stole my Pokémon, right? Can I have them back?” Mark decided that he could think of a way to escape later; it was time for what he originally came for.

    The man took out what Mark recognized as his Pokéballs out of his pocket.

    “You want them?” he asked. “Win them from me… in a battle.” He smiled slyly.

    “Sure,” Mark answered, although he couldn’t figure out why the man would want a battle right now.

    “Scyther, come,” said the Mew Hunter. The Pokémon released Mark and stood up as Mark also did so, but Scyther just stood there by Mark’s side.

    “Rob,” he said calmly, “I can do a bit of empty threatening for you, but I will not aid you in kidnapping or taking hostages.”

    The Mew Hunter went white.

    “Get over here! Now!”

    “No,” said Scyther, not moving.

    “TRAITOR!” Rob bellowed.

    “Rob, please,” Scyther said. Was there a hint of sadness in his eyes? “Is Mew really worth wasting your life for?”

    The Mew Hunter hesitated, unmistakably looking a bit sad too, but then said: “I’m sorry, Scyther… but Mew is my life. Either you’re with me, or with him.”

    “Then I’m with him,” said Scyther, stepping nearer to Mark, “for the Rob I used to know.”

    Mark was very confused by this; there was true pain in Scyther’s voice, but who could miss such a man?

    “Uh, my Pokémon? So I can battle?” Mark asked hesitatingly.

    The Mew Hunter glared nastily at Scyther and then looked back at Mark. “Looks like you have one already. In fact… a match for all the others.”

    “What, this is going to be a… five on one?” Mark asked in disbelief. “But…”

    “Go, Kabutops!” Rob snarled, sending out a brown, bony Pokémon with a flat, triangular-shaped head, two small eyes and blades on its arms, similar to Scyther’s.

    “Kabu?” asked the Pokémon, turning back to its trainer with a confused expression.

    “Scyther has betrayed us,” he growled.

    “I’m not fighting him, he’s my friend,” Kabutops protested.

    “Kabutops, let’s just… get this over with,” said Scyther with a horrible, suicidal kind of expression.

    “Skaaa!”

    Everybody looked up. A Skarmory had just been sent out of a Pokéball high up near the ceiling. Mark’s heart took a leap as he saw the grid covering the end of the ventilation pipe up there in the corner fall down with a lot of noise, revealing a blue-haired girl’s head. She jumped onto Skarmory’s back and flew down. Mark had never imagined he’d ever be so happy to see her.

    “How about no?” she said coldly, recalling the steel vulture. “I’ve got five Pokémon. I take this one,” she removed one Pokéball from her necklace and put it in her pocket, “and now there are four left. With him,” she pointed at Scyther, “this is a fair five-on-five. OK then, go, Butterfree!”

    She sent out her giant butterfly. It soared in the air, facing Kabutops. The Mew Hunter seemed in a shock at first, but then just seemed to accept these conditions.

    “Kabutops, Slash.”

    “Sleep Powder!” May snarled. Butterfree flapped its wings, releasing a cloud of greenish spores as Kabutops leapt upwards, its blades raised. Inhaling the powder, the fossil Pokémon seemed to get drowsy, and as Butterfree flew a bit higher up, Kabutops fell asleep in mid-air and crashed back into the floor.

    “Finish it with a Giga drain!” May commanded. The sleeping Kabutops took a deep green glow and small green orbs of energy started ripping lose from its body, the Pokémon twitching violently with each one. The orbs circled Butterfree until all of Kabutops’s glow had faded; then they sank into the butterfly’s body.

    “Kabutops, return,” said the Mew Hunter, his voice trembling. “Sneasel, go! Tear its wings to shreds!”

    Mark suddenly realized why the Mew Hunter had wanted a battle in the first place – his plan had originally been to injure Mark’s Pokémon enough to make him tell of Mew’s location in exchange for him not hurting them more.

    A small, catlike creature with big eyes, a blood red feather-like thing in place of its left ear and two long, sharp claws on each front paw came out of the Pokéball.

    “Snee!” it screeched, starting to run across the room. The Sneasel actually ran a short way up the wall before leaping with great agility towards the butterfly Pokémon, stabbing its claws into its wings and dragging it to the ground. As they were about to crash, Sneasel ripped itself loose and managed to jump up on Butterfree’s back. It wasn’t really necessary; Butterfree would’ve been out cold upon crashing either way, its wings in a very bad condition. Butterfree twitched a bit, like a fly that was about to die.

    “Return,” said May calmly, ignoring her Pokémon’s state. “Skarmory, go and use a Steel Wing.”

    The metallic vulture burst out of the Pokéball and swooped down towards Sneasel’s shape. The agile little cat dodged it and attempted to scratch at Skarmory’s steel feathers, but no avail; it didn’t even leave a scratch.

    “Icy Wind!” ordered the Mew Hunter. Some of the muscles in his face twitched.

    The Sneasel jumped up, spreading out its arms, and opened its mouth to release a powerful gust of icy wind, hail and snow. Skarmory wasn’t particularly hurt, but clearly slowed down a bit, allowing Sneasel to dart to another place and releasing another blast of cold wind.

    “Drill Peck!” May ordered hastily. Skarmory flew up and started spinning, swooping down at the cat. The Sneasel just leapt out of the way with ease, but Skarmory turned and kept gaining speed. Finally, its sharp beak stabbed into Sneasel’s back. The cat let out a horrible screech, but then fell forward, blood gushing out of the wound.

    “Come back,” said the Mew Hunter. “Feraligatr, show that bird not to mess with us.”

    He sent out a huge, bulky, bipedal blue alligator. It had red spikes on its hunched back and a very powerful-looking yellow lower jaw.

    “Fer-al!” it cried, showing all of its long fangs.

    “Drill Peck,” May ordered. Skarmory dove down again, spinning.

    “Crunch,” said the Mew Hunter evilly. His Feraligatr opened its mouth, and locked its jaws around Skarmory’s body when it came near enough. After a few seconds of war between the steel and the jaws, Skarmory’s body started crumbling together. The vulture screeched, and sensing that this could very easily kill it, May quickly recalled her Pokémon.

    “Pikachu, Thunderbolt!” May said determinedly, throwing forward her third Pokéball. A yellow, bipedal rodent with two long, black-tipped ears and red spots on its cheeks came out of the ball. Its cheeks started sparkling with electricity and then it released a bolt of lightning that shot at the blue alligator. It was too slow to dodge, but as most slow Pokémon, it made up for the lack of speed with more endurance. While it did roar in pain and stagger backwards slightly, it didn’t look too weakened afterwards.

    “Earthquake,” said the Mew Hunter, clenching his fist. The alligator lifted one foot off the floor and then stomped it powerfully, making the floor ripple in waves like when Sandshrew used the attack. Pikachu attempted to jump up and avoid it, but ended up getting caught anyway. Releasing a flurry of electric sparks, the rodent dropped limply down, unconscious.

    “Pikachu, come back,” said May, biting her lip. “Lapras, now my faith is in you!”

    She sent out a very big, blue, sea turtle-like Pokémon with a bumpy shell and kind-looking eyes.

    “Sing,” May ordered. Lapras started singing a sweet melody, and Feraligatr’s eyes slowly got drowsy.

    “Slash!” commanded the Mew Hunter quickly. It was still too late; Feraligatr’s eyelids sank downwards and finally it collapsed, fast asleep.

    “Body Slam,” said May calmly. Lapras started paddling forward to finish Feraligatr off, and knowing that leaving it in was pointless, the Mew Hunter took out the Pokéball and recalled the alligator. He then hesitated a bit, first grabbing one Pokéball like out of instinct, but then deciding on another.

    “Go, Sandslash.”

    Mark wondered why he had made this choice; Sandslash was very weak to Water attacks.

    “Surf,” May smirked. Lapras spewed water into the air, which came down on the floor and flooded in a huge wave towards Sandslash, soaking it and leaving it fainted. Easy one.

    Rob smiled evilly. “Fangcat, go wild.”

    Out of the Pokéball came another Pokémon commonly associated with horror movies; it was a pretty big, slender, cream-colored feline – with two enormous, bloody fangs hanging down from its mouth.

    It fixed its hungry eyes on Lapras and then leapt forward with a roar, sinking its fangs deep into the turtle’s neck. Lapras let out a high-pitched wail; all the color drained from May’s face as she recalled her Pokémon.

    “Is Fangcat going to be willing to attack you?” Mark whispered to Scyther.

    “Her?” Scyther snorted. “She’d attack anything that’s not Rob. She’d be overjoyed about being allowed to kill in this battle if she was able to express any emotion other than bloodlust and hate.”

    “But you have to battle her,” Mark said, his eyes wide.

    “Of course I have to,” said Scyther simply, walking forward. “Oh, and you don’t need to give me orders; I know what I’m doing.”

    “Fangcat, punish him!” the Mew Hunter roared.

    “Fffffang!” Fangcat hissed, her eyes fixed on Scyther. He watched her closely too.

    Suddenly, Scyther darted upwards. Fangcat leapt amazingly high after him, but he just flew even higher. Fangcat turned around in the air, knowing that Scyther was about to try to attack her from the back as she fell. When he dove down to slash at her, a well-aimed strike resulted in one of her fangs running Scyther’s body through.

    He was stiff for a split second, his eyes wide, but then he raised both of his scythes and started slashing like mad. She was cut and bloody all over when they landed on the floor, her fang still entering his upper body at the front and coming out at the back. He was breathing rapidly.

    “Fangcat, return!” the Mew Hunter said, white as a sheet of paper, as he held forward a Pokéball. The feline was absorbed into red energy and disappeared. Scyther was left lying alone on the floor. He then started muttering something Mark recognized as the saying he had mentioned to Mark earlier:

    “Death is not to be feared… for it is the only thing… that we all… have… in common…”

    Scyther closed his eyes. The Mew Hunter took out a Pokéball, wide-eyed, but it just melted into thin air. Mark’s heart was beating; Pokéballs didn’t do that unless…

    May walked slowly towards the motionless mantis, observing him for a few seconds. Finally, she bent down and poked his shiny green armor. She quickly pulled her hand back.

    “He’s dead,” she clarified after a moment’s pause. It didn’t surprise Mark. The Mew Hunter just stared at the lifeless Pokémon on the floor.

    “…no,” he then whispered. “No! NO!”

    “Oh yes,” said May mercilessly, stepping away from the body. “That bloody beast of yours killed him, on your own orders.”

    The Mew Hunter dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands. “Scyther…no…”

    Mark was amazed at how quickly his whole attitude changed; just a few minutes ago, he had been the madman who seemed to want nothing more than see something killed, but now he looked completely broken down.

    Mark hadn’t exactly known Scyther for a very long or pleasant time, but couldn’t help feeling horrible.

    For ten seconds or so, everything was silent except from the Mew Hunter’s sobbing. Then, all of a sudden, the big window farther away on the wall was shattered to pieces. Even the Mew Hunter looked up to see what was happening.

    In through the window flew a small, pink, catlike creature with big, sad, sapphire blue eyes.

    “It is such a shame,” said Mew gravely, not to anybody in particular, levitating three meters or so above Scyther’s body, “when the young die…”

    The Legendary Pokémon’s big eyes turned to the Mew Hunter.

    “Especially when one knows that when it comes right down to it… it’s one’s own fault.” There was a brief silence.

    “Your life was meant to be longer,” said the Legendary Pokémon then sadly to the lifeless body on the floor. The beautiful eyes closed, and Mew was enveloped in a reddish-pink aura. So was Scyther’s body.

    The big hole in the middle of his upper body closed. The blood on the floor disappeared. The glow faded, first on Scyther, then on Mew.

    Scyther’s eyes opened.

    He blinked a few times and then slowly stood up.

    “I’m… back...” Scyther whispered, looking around. Mark realized that he had just witnessed a miracle – an example of the incredible power of the Legendary Pokémon…

    “I won the battle,” said the Mew Hunter suddenly. “Scyther died.”

    “Hey, that’s not fair!” Mark protested. “Fangcat fainted first!”

    “But Scyther died,” the Mew Hunter hissed.

    “Looks pretty darn alive to me now,” Mark replied. The mantis was seemingly talking to Mew.

    “But he was…”

    “Hey, OK, let’s assume you won,” May interrupted. “Then we’ll give in and tell you where Mew is: over there. Now give Mark his Pokémon so we can leave.”

    The Mew Hunter jerked his head in Mew’s direction, like he was first now realizing that it was Mew and not something else.

    “I will change my whereabouts now,” said Mew to him. “I shall travel… and you shall not find me.”

    The Mew Hunter grabbed a Pokéball, but Mew’s eyes just glowed a deep purple, its shape started to flicker and then it disappeared in a flash of violet.

    “I will find you… I will…” he muttered, staring at the place where Mew used to be. Then he seemed to snap out of his trance, fixed his gaze on Scyther and reached for his Pokéball.

    “But… Scyther’s Pokéball melted!” he realized as his hand found only air.

    “Yes,” said Scyther slowly. “Mew told me… I’m not yours anymore…”

    The Mew Hunter’s eyes widened.

    “Rob, we could go back and live our old life. But are you ready to give up on Mew for that?”

    “I have to go… I have to find Mew… I’m sorry,” said the Mew Hunter.

    “Then… I wish you the best of luck,” said Scyther sorrowfully before taking off and flying out of the window to freedom.

    The Mew Hunter stared after him.

    “Um… my Pokémon?” Mark asked carefully.

    “Sure…” said the Mew Hunter absent-mindedly, handing him his Pokéballs like he had no idea what he was doing. Mark quietly attached them back to his belt and the kids hurried out of the building before the Mew Hunter realized where they were.

    -------

    “Wow,” May said on the way to the Alumine Pokémon Center. “That was some adventure…”

    “Where were you the whole time, by the way?” Mark asked curiously.

    “Well, when the guy took you inside and you didn’t come out again, I got a bit suspicious so I walked around the house a bit and found the end of that ventilation pipe. Then I got into it and ended up at your end, and watched and heard everything. I didn’t want to come down sooner because I didn’t think it would be smart to give Scyther a reason to… erm, change the plan…”

    “Why didn’t you just call the police?” Mark asked.

    “Well…” May bit her lip, “you could say I’m… not much for the way they do things.”

    Mark decided not to question her further about that. “I feel a bit sorry for that man, though. He’s totally brainwashed.”

    May nodded. “We’re here.”

    The familiar, red, dome-shaped roof of the Pokémon Center towered over them. A sign outside it informed them that the Pokémon Center had free rooms for all Pokémon trainers.

    “Wait!”

    Scyther walked through a crowd of people who automatically split to the sides, giving him a clear path.

    “What’s your name?” he asked Mark out of the blue.

    “Mark,” he replied, not sure what Scyther wanted.

    “Mark, can I come with you?”

    “What?” Mark stared at the mantis.

    “You wouldn’t understand, it’s complicated, but I have nothing to live for in the wild. Rob’s Mew-obsession has taken over him. It’s either you… or wasting the life that Mew gave me another chance at.”

    Mark nodded.

    “One condition, though,” said Scyther worriedly. “This may sound strange, but… don’t report him to the police. I’ve known him for three years, and usually he is a wonderful person and friend. Trust me, you’ve only seen the one truly bad side of him. He doesn’t deserve jail.”

    Mark nodded again.

    “Got a spare Pokéball?” Scyther questioned. Mark took out the last one that had come with his Pokéball belt, and tapped Scyther with it. He was dissolved into red light and sucked into the ball. It immediately pinged; Scyther showed no resistance against it.

    It was quite an interesting Pokémon team Mark was going to have now. An abandoned Charmeleon, a baby Eevee who didn’t know what Pokémon training was, a Sandshrew who had just gained his very first bit of confidence, a starved, weird Gyarados, and a depressed Scyther.

    May just stared.
     
  17. Cephonis

    Cephonis Guest

    wow... that was one hell of a chapter!
    *Stares as well*
     
  18. Iveechan

    Iveechan <--- CHANTASTIC

    Gyarados' and Gyarados's are both correct ways of saying... something that belongs to Gyarados.

    The description and mood was very well done from Mark's encounter with Scyther to the end of the chapter. It felt a bit rushed, but I dislike nitpicking, so I'll try not to nitpick here. I can see why you enjoy writing about Scyther so much; he seems to be an interesting character with a deep past. I am also interested in Rob and hope to see him again.
     
  19. BD25

    BD25 Guest

    Oh...My...GOD!

    From the very first time I read the fic to the new revised versions, I can say that this is one of the best pieces of work I've had the pleasure of reading. I love it to death and the progress you're achieving with this rocks. Good luck Dragonfree and come out with mooooore! ^^;; *wonders what the 6th+ team members will be*
     
  20. Cephonis

    Cephonis Guest

    Oh! Oh! *Raises Hand* *Dragonfree calls on Cephonis*

    Oh, in the part where you said about Mark's team, what happened to Dratini?
     

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