Disclaimer: Pokemon officially belongs to Game Freak or Nintendo or something, so the concept isn't mine. But I LOVE the games!
Dedicated to all Pokémon fans, especially the NDS game maniacs.
The swish of grass… A flash of light…
Then all hell broke loose.
My cover was brutally ripped away, and all was revealed in the sudden harsh sunlight.
A trainer.
But not just any trainer. Though small in stature, a palpable aura of unmistakable power saturated the air around her, and fierce determination strengthened her gaze. Her stance was confident and proud, and held no fear of the world.
She was experienced, then. Experienced and very, very dangerous.
I cowered with fear, but could not escape my fate.
"Come."
A Pokéball careered through the air… and divulged its contents.
The monster was huge, the biggest I had ever seen, looming ominously over the field like an incarnation of pure dread. But belying its appearance were the slitted eyes burning under its brow, burning with anger, passion, and…puzzlement?
The girl's lips curved into a small smile, and she whispered something that I could not hear. A command!
Her Pokémon readied itself at the sound with an almost mechanical movement, dwarfing the girl behind it, yet controlled by that same diminutive figure. She simply watched with a distinctly bored air, and in that instant, I knew mercy was not forthcoming. I tried to do something, anything, in defence, but I was too slow.
Its eyes flashed red.
And I was drowned in flames.
It was only an Ember, a fairly weak move, but to me it was immeasurably powerful… and agonizingly painful.
I was thrown backwards by the sheer force of the attack, and lay there, broken and stunned. Residual flames lingered around my body, prolonging the agony that seared in my veins, and intensifying the dull throbbing of my wounds.
I fought bitterly, but lost the battle to stay conscious.
The last thing I saw was the derisive smirk on her face, and the incredible coldness of her eyes. She didn't care about what happened to me, I realized. She didn't even care about the welfare of her own Pokémon, her own partners and companions. We were meaningless, treated like animals, like trash.
To her, we are only tools.
The patchy grass rippled and glimmered with sparks, and the girl's grin widened in savage triumph. Withdrawing her Pokémon, she ploughed forward through the grass, encountering and mauling the next one within the space of a few seconds.
And the next, and the next…
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it!
It was just a random drabble I came up with instantaneously, but as with all things, it does have a message to it.
What the trainer's doing is Shiny Chaining, a technique using the Pokeradar appliance. Basically, you have a highly increased chance of encountering shinies if you do it properly, and the method is… killing 40 Pokémon or more in a row. Very time consuming, but it works, and I've got the shinies to prove it. Little wonder Pokémon now seem like inconveniences to her.
But have you ever wondered what the Pokémon themselves might be feeling while you plough through them?
And doesn't everyone use their Pokémon as tools?
(I know it's just a game, but still!)
Bookwormtiff