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Paul vs. Hearthome City

A grumpy, purple haired boy woke up from his bed. The morning sun could barely shine through the dark curtain giving the room a dark aura. He groggily got out of his bed and stretched out his sore limbs. He walked up to his closet but managed to step on a pokeball which caused him to sleep. He landed on his back with a hard thud. He angrily looked at what he slipped on and with his short temper made a big fuss about it.

"Stupid pokeballs. Why are they even round? Can't they make these in cubes or flat discs?" Paul angrily said getting right back up and kicking the pokeball to the other side of his room with all of his force. He got changed and got his pokeballs onto his belt.

Downstairs Paul's big brother was already making breakfast. When he saw Paul coming downstairs, he warmly greeted him.

"Good morning, Paul. I heard a loud crash upstairs. Are you okay?" Reggie asked his little brother.

"I'm fine, loser. Worry about your cooking not me," Paul angrily barked back. He went and grabbed a plate from the cabinet.

"Geez I just wanted to know if my little brother was ok," Reggie replied which made Paul glare at him. "Oh, and a box came in for 's on the counter."

Paul laced his plate on the table. He then saw on the counter there was a big cardboard box sitting there. On the side it said the box was from Hearthome City.

Hearthome City. Who would send me something from Hearthome City, Paul wondered. He took a knife out from a drawer and cut opened the box. Inside were many costumes and some blue pokeballs. A pink envelope with many red hearts on it was in the middle of the junk. Paul grabbed the envelope. When he tried to open it he got cut by one edge on the envelope.

"Crap…," Paul quickly put his cut finger in his mouth. "What kind of envelope has sharp edges?"

"Envelopes that have super sharp edges are usually from Hearthome. Most paper cuts are cause by those envelopes," Reggie informed Paul, while putting breakfast on the table.

"What kind of dumbass will make sharp edge envelopes?" Paul asked furiously. He ripped open the Envelope and pulled out a letter.

"Dear Paul,

After your remarkable work during the Sinnoh League, we thought you would be good enough to do Pokemon Contests. Your fighting style will do well in contests. In this box are some accessories to put on your Pokemon and some seal capsules to get you started. The seal capsules can be used to make remarkable entrances. We also included some costumes for you to try when you decide to enter a contest. We can't wait for you to show up for a contest in Hearthome City, the best place for Pokemon Contests!

Sincerely,

Hearthome city Mayor"

What?! They think I am so weak that I should do Pokemon Contests. This is the worst insult I have ever been given. Hearthome city will pay for this, Paul angrily thought. He picked up a pokeball capsule from the box and threw it at the trash can. He missed but Paul didn't care. The blue ball hit the wall and fell on the floor. The ball began to roll into the living room without anybody noticing. The ball rolled until it hit a plant in the living room. The plant tipped over onto a bigger plant on a pedestal which fell also. The big plant fell and strike a plasma TV sitting on a table in the living room. The plasma belonged to Paul who paid with his money he earned on his travels. The TV fell and shattered to the point that it can't be repaired.

Paul and Reggie ran into the room when they heard the crash. Paul looked at the broken T.V then at the ball capsule lying next to it with a shocked look.

"M…My TV its de…destroyed," Paul stammered and looked at the blue capsule lying next to it. "HEARTHOME CITY!" Paul shouted into the ceiling with his arms standing straight up.

Paul stormed to his room after cleaning up the mess from the broken TV and eaten breakfast. Opening a drawer from his computer desk, he pulled out a note pad that was titled "Revenge List" in large, bold letters and a black pen.

"Hearthome city will pay," Paul muttered while writing "Hearthome city" on his notepad under "Brock."

"Now, how will I get my revenge on Hearthome city," Paul said to no one in particular putting up his notepad. Hmm…That blonde head kid gave me his pokegear number before we headed our separate ways. I think his name was Barry. He said to call him when I needed his help. Well I need his help now.

Paul took out a black pokegear and looked through his contacts until he found Barry. It wasn't hard to find since he only had four contacts in his list. Pushing a button a ringing noise could be heard. After the first ring a voice could be heard on the other end.

"Hello? Who is this," A male high pitch voice could be heard asking.

"Hello Barry, this is Paul," Paul calmly replied.

"Paul! Really! I thought you would never call me. What do want? Do you need my help? Do you need me to help you train? Do you…" Barry shouted a frenzy of questions.

"Barry please shut up. I just need you to come over here in Veilstone city," Paul interrupted getting annoyed by his endless array of questions.

"Okay Paul, I will get there before you could count to ten. If I don't get there in time than you can fine me as much as you want. See ya," Barry finished quickly before hanging up.

Damn, that kid is very annoying. This will be the last time I asked him for help, Paul bitterly thought.

"Honey, where are you going?" Barry's mother asked sweetly.

"I am going with Paul to help him with something," Barry replied getting his pokeballs on the counter.

"Okay honey, have fun. Just stay out of trouble," Barry's mother cried from the kitchen. Barry was already outside with his Staraptor ready to fly when his mother tried to warn him.

"When will that boy ever calm down. He is always going somewhere and with Palmer always gone. I starting to feel a little lonely," the sad mother sighs before getting back to cleaning the dishes. She saw Barry fly away on his pokemon.

Paul sat outside on his porch waiting for Barry. Before long he saw a figure in the distance flying toward him. The figure turned out to be Barry on his Staraptor. The large avian Pokemon landed in front of Paul before returning his pokemon who looked tire from flying all the way from Twinleaf town.

"Sorry Paul that I am late. I could have been here sooner…," Barry tried to explain but was cut off by Paul.

"Shut it Barry. I don't want to here your boring stories today," Paul rudely interrupted. "I call you so you can be privilege to help me with my sweet revenge."

"Revenge? You want me to help you with revenge," Barry seriously said. He closed his eyes and put on a face that looked like he was going to burst out with anger.

"That is so awesome! I am going to help Paul get revenge!" Barry proudly exclaimed shaking his arms in the air.

"Yea, yea. Now, let's start my plan to get vengeance at Hearthome city," Paul said with a hint of annoyance.

"Hearthome city? What did they do to you?" Barry asked with a confused look.

"Hearthome city broke my plasma TV. It took me a month to be able to pay for that," Paul loudly cried with his fist clenched. He dropped to his knees and shook his fists in anger when he remembered the pain he felt when the plasma TV broke.

"Hearthome broke your plasma. How?"

"Don't ask all your useless questions. Let's get started with my plan that I formulated," Paul got up and began walking down the road that lead to center of Veilstone City. Barry followed close behind in a clumsy way.

"So Paul where are we going?" Barry said trying to start a conversation.

"Is that all you do! Ask stupid questions!" Paul suddenly cried turning around pointing his finger in his face. "Can't you say like "Hey Paul how was your day?" or "So Paul, how are powerful pokemon doing?" You are always asking stupid questions!"

"C…calm down Paul," Barry stammered with a scared look because of Paul's sudden outburst. "I was just trying to start a conversation. How was your day?"

"Horrible! How could you ask how was my day? My plasma T.V broke! I got a paper cut on my thumb because of a stupid envelope and my pancakes for breakfast where the worst pancakes I ever tasted in my entire life," Paul barked back before continuing walking down the road. Barry being afraid of Paul's temper just kept quiet for the rest of the walk.

The duo walked into the Veilstone city department store. The place was the biggest mall of all of Sinnoh. Barry looked in awe as he looked from store to store. There were stores for everything I here. From Pokemon Care to Stamp Collections.

"This is awesome. I have never seen so many stores in one place," Barry gawked as he looked form side to side. He was from a small town and so rarely enters malls. "A video game store!" Barry exclaimed running towards a store with posters promoting new video games on the windows. On the inside he saw games stacked on the wall.

"Barry we don't got time for your childish activities," Paul said bitterly walking into the store. Barry tried to look for a game that interested him. He then saw a game he absolutely liked.

"I can't believe it. They now have Super Lucario 3 Revenge of Bowstoise," Barry cried dramatically walking up to the game. "It's not even available in game store close to my house." When he picked it up he heard snickers from behind him. He turned around and saw a group of nerdy looking teenagers where giggling at him.

"Super Lucario are for little kids. You should play Mismagius and Warcraft," the guy with the most pimples on his face said holding up a game.

I shouldn't be here. I look like a total nerd if I keep hanging out in here, Paul thought worried about his image. Paul came up to Barry and grabbed him the nick of his shirt to drag him out of the store.

"What?! Paul what are you doing?" Barry whined flailing his arms his arms in the air. Paul let go of him and dropped Barry onto the floor.

"Let's go. I can't be seen inside a video game store. It will ruin my reputation," Paul answered walking into a direction. He took an elevator to the second floor with Barry following behind. They went to a store that had a bunch of dynamite on shelves.

"Why are we here?" Barry asked looking at all the different kinds of bombs on the shelves. He didn't even know there was a store that specialized in explosives.

"Barry just shut up and go get twenty dynamite sticks," Paul ordered going to another shelf to check on the latest time bomb in stock. Barry complied even if he didn't know why Paul needed dynamite. He got an armful of dynamites and put them in shopping cart next to him.

While Barry was getting the dynamite, Paul was getting some remote controls to activate the explosion. He carried the stuff to where Barry was getting the dynamite. He dumped it into the cart with the dynamite which made Barry freak out.

"Paul what the hell. Don't just put in there carelessly. That could blow up the whole store. Put it in the cart carefully," Barry warned Paul waving his arms. Paul just ignored him and pushed the cart to the cash register.

"Barry how much money do you have?" Paul asked while waiting for his turn. Barry took out his wallet and started to count the money he had.

"Uhh… one thousand poke dollars. Why? Hey!" Paul snatched his money and gave it to the cash register.

"Thanks for paying for the explosives pal," Paul told Barry who had a shocked face because all of his earnings where used to buy explosives for Paul. The cash register put the bombs in boxes and gave them to Paul and Barry. Paul gladly took one box and Barry sadly took the other box. They walked out the store carefully watching there step, because if they don't then they can fall and trigger an explosion.

"Stop!" a voice shouted behind the duo. A big, buff person in a mall cop uniform came up to them.

"Can I see your I.D sir?" the cop asked putting out his hand. Barry began to shake thinking he will be in trouble for illegally handling explosives.

"Why do you need my ID?" Paul calmly asked the cop.

"To see if you're old enough to be using dynamite," the cop replied still with his outstretched hand.

"Well, I forgot my ID at home. Can I go now?" Paul answered turning around to leave. The cop grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him back.

"Now wait a second. If you don't have an ID thae you will have to give me your dynamite until we can sort this out," the mall cop demanded attempting to grab Paul's box.

"Did you just pull my jacket? No one ever pulls my jacket by the collar!" Paul shouted at the cop pulling the box out of his reach.

"Paul calm down. This person is part of the law," Barry tried to calm down Paul.

"I won't calm down. He is trying to take the dynamite that I bought," Paul barked back which made Barry roll his eyes. The cop try to take the box again but Paul pulled the box before he could get it. Paul made a run for it.

"Run you idiot," Paul shouted back at Barry. Barry not knowing what to do began to run.

The cop ran after them, and Barry and Paul tried to outrun him. They collided into two people since they couldn't see with the boxes blocking their faces. Both trainers looked at people they bumped into and the people looked just like Paul and Barry. They had the same clothes and hair color with just only their faces were the difference between each duo. They heard the cop shouting from behind them so they quickly got up and ran.

The cop took out his walkie talkie and gave orders to his comrades. "We got two boys on the lose with two boxes full of explosives. They are headed towards the exit. Everyone stop them at all cost but don't cause an explosion, over."

Paul and Barry sprinted towards the exit when five cops appeared behind them each with a pokeball in their hand. All five cops threw their pokeballs and a Gloom, Luxio, Houndour, Chatot, and a Volbeat appeared in front of Paul and Barry. Both trainers skidded to a stop.

Looks like we are going to get out by force, Paul thought taking out a dented pokeball.

Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap we are screw, Barry thought. Paul threw his pokeball and his Torterra materialized in front of him. His Torterra had swirls in his eyes and was not moving.

"What the…?!" Paul than suddenly remembered the pokeball he kicked in the morning. Crap, I knocked Torterra out when I kick his pokeball into the wall. Pathetic pokemon, he can handle Fire Fangs and Hyper Beams but he gets knock out by a single weak yet elegant kick, Paul thought grinded his teeth. He returned his fainted Torterra and threw out another pokeball. An Electivire appeared in front of them kneeling and with his arms cross.

"Electivire blow them away with Thunder," Paul commanded, he picked up the box again. Electivire charged up electricity and fired a giant thunder bolt to the pokemon standing in his way. The group of pokemon held their ground against the attack but got knock out on the floor.

"Let's run now while we got a chance," Paul said to Barry, sprinting towards the exit again.

"Huh? Hey, wait for me Paul." Barry scrambled after Paul. He than notice that a crowd had formed around them when they were fighting the cops' pokemon and he and Paul didn't notice.

"Hey stop them!" cried the cops returning their fallen pokemon. Paul with his Electivire behind him broke through the door with out opening it. Paul stopped went back to the glass door and broke any glass that were left intact.

"Hurry up Paul. They are gaining on us," Barry warned running through the shattered glass. Both trainers and the electrivire ran away from the building before the cops could catch up to him. When the mall cops got to the broken door they stopped and began cursing at the boys.

"They've escaped," the cop that stopped the duo in the first place said. "But we got them on camera so we know who they are." The cop took his walkie talkie and talked into it. "Did the cameras catch the hoodlums' faces?"

"I am afraid no sir, the cameras were being updated with a new software today, so none of the cameras were working today," the voice on the walkie talkie informed. The cop clenched his teeth in anger. He turned to his comrades.

"Did any of yall saw their faces," he asked, but all of the cops shook their heads. "Shit, well at least I got one of their dynamite stick. Whatever they are planning they can't do it with this stick." He clenched the red stick in his hand.

Barry and Paul ran from the mall all the way to Paul's house. They dragged their feet to the porch, or to be more correct Barry dragged his feet to the porch. Barry collapsed on to the pavement panting very hard. Paul got up from a red wagon that he stole from a house and made Barry pull him.

"Stop slacking, we got work to do," Paul ordered Barry kicking him in his side. Barry grunted in pain and grumpily got up.

"My lungs are about to burst," Barry muttered.

"Me, me, me! It's always about you. What about me? What about my lungs?" Paul yelled at Barry than he went into his house taking a box with him. "Now hurry up. We got to do justice on Hearthome."

Why did I pull Paul when he had Electrivire to help him? Barry thought carrying the box behind Paul into his house. When he entered the house he looked around. It looked just like his house only more vacant. There were a few plants lying around. He passed the living room and saw a cracked TV on a table that Barry thought it was Paul's.

"Hey what's in the boxes and who is your new friend?" Reggie happily asked entering the hallway from the kitchen. It is about time Paul brought one of his friends for me to meet.

"This is stuff for something I am doing and that's Harry," Paul quickly answered going upstairs.

"My name is Barry," Barry corrected following in pursuit. He went in to the room he saw Paul go into. The room was kept very neat with his bed clean, and all the books and shelves in order. He set the box next to the other box on the floor. Paul opened up the boxes to see if everything was in there. While Paul did that Barry began looking around the room. There were a few pictures with a frowning Paul in it. He the came upon one were Paul was actually smiling.

He looks like five year old in this picture. In the rest he looks older and grouchy Barry thought. He looked at his PC and saw the logo of a munched Oran berry on the back of the monitor.

"Crap we are missing one dynamite," Paul mutter under his breathe. That blasted cop took one of my dynamite. Paul took out his revenge note pad and quickly jots down mall cop under Hearthome city. We don't have enough explosives for my plan to work. What should I do...? Wait!

"Hey Barry do you have your Empoleon," Paul asked going to a drawer to get something.

"Yea, why?" Barry replied.

"Let me see him for a bit," Paul insisted while he shuffled through his stuff. Barry released his penguin pokemon in the room. Paul took out a white CD from the drawer and walked towards Empoleon. Paul placed the disk in the middle of the Empoleon's chest. Empoleon immediately began to absorb the information on the CD which began to give off light as it was being absorbed. After a while the disc broke and Empoleon learned a new move.

"Was that a TM? What move did you teach Empoleon?" Barry asked jumping in excitement.

"You will find out," Paul simply replied. "Ok here is the plan. We will go to Hearthome city and go to the contest hall. There we will put the explosives in the building and blow it up."

"What?! Why the contest hall and won't we hurt many innocent people?" Barry began to freaked out because of Paul's plan.

"First off we won't kill anyone because the contest hall is close today and second because Hearthome city are crazy about contest. So destroying the contest hall will hurt them badly," Paul explained to Barry.

"All that just to get your revenge," Barry began pulling his hair.

"Pretty much," Paul replied getting his boxes ready to leave. "Oh and take a flying pokemon to fly towards Hearthome." Paul went downstairs with Barry and exited his house. Paul released his Honchkrow while Barry released Staraptor to fly with.

They flew on their respective birds all the way to Hearthome which took them a few hours because of the weight of the boxes slowed them down.

"Finally we're here," Barry gladly said getting off his tired Staraptor who collapsed onto the ground panting. They landed in a beautiful meadow with many flowers close to the contest hall. Paul got off his tired bird pokemon and returned him into his pokeball.

"The contest hall is straight ahead. We got to hurry before it gets dark," Paul informed picking up the box. Barry began to return his tired pokemon when someone interrupted him.

"Excuse me sir. Where are your pokemon?" asked a lady in a pink uniform behind them.

"Why do you want to know?" Paul asked eyeing her suspiciously.

"Well this is Amity Square. You have to take a cute pokemon on stroll," informed the lady.

"Oh ok," Barry replied returning his Staraptor and taking out a pokeball to release another pokemon. Barry released his Empoleon in front of him.

"Sorry sir but it has to be a cute pokemon to walk with," informed the lady.

"What a cute pokemon? But my Empoleon is cute can't you see it?" Barry hugged his Empoleon. Paul smirked and opened up a pokeball.

"Barry your pokemon isn't cute. My pokemon is a lot cuter," Paul said. Barry turned around and saw Paul holding a Ninjask in his arms.

"I am sorry sir but your pokemon is also not a cute pokemon," the lady corrected with a smile plastered on her face. Paul's face could be seen turning red. Barry saw this and began to back away.

"Why you," Paul began. "My Ninjask is the cutest pokemon to exist. You will pay for insulting my pokemon. Your lucky that my schedule is full for today, but believe me I will have my revenge on Amity Square!" Paul patted his Ninjask before returning him. He picked up the box and marched away.

"Hurry up Barry," Paul called to Barry who followed him with his Empoleon carrying the box.

"Come again soon, and bring a cute pokemon," the lady waved good bye.

"Oh I will come back, and when I do this place will be in ruins when I leave," Paul muttered and jumped over the white fence to get out of the park. Barry jumped also with his Empoleon over the fence. They soon came in front of the pokemon contest hall.

"Good we are finally here and the sun had just begun to set," Paul said. The duo went to the front door that had the sign that said closed.

"How are we going to get inside Paul," Barry asked looking for way inside.

"Barry, Barry, Barry. You are still as stupid as ever," Paul shook his head. "Watch and learn Barry." Paul took out a screwdriver from his pocket and walked up to the door. He carefully put the tool in front of a screw on the door. Paul suddenly swung the screwdriver into a window and broke the glass making ruckus that Barry swore everything in the city could hear.

"Paul what the heck," Barry cried grabbing his hair. At this point I will lose all my hair because of what Paul does Barry thought. Paul went into the building avoiding the glass on the floor. Barry uncertain went inside with his Empoleon. When both of them got to the main hall of the building Paul began telling Barry where to put the explosives.

"You will put five dynamites in each of these places. I will wire them from here and set a time for them to explode, and tell your Empoleon to stand in the north side of the building. His new attack will help us, just say for him to use his new attack," Paul explained the plan while Barry just nodded his head in agreement.

"Okay let's start. Don't fail or you will pay," Paul warned. Barry just nodded to scare to say anything.

Man I am scare but I am also excited to do this, Barry thought picking up a box and Empoleon with a box also. Both left to plant the bombs. Paul got on the floor and took out a metal box with a timer on it.

Barry began to put the dynamite spread wide apart to cause a bigger explosion. Barry soon got to the north side and told Empoleon to stay there and be ready to use his new attack. When Barry got to the main hall he saw Paul putting the finishing touches to the timer. When Paul finished making the adjustments he set the time to three minutes.

"Wow Paul where did you learn to set up bombs?" Barry question. Paul stood up and straighten his jacket.

"The internet, it turns out there is a lot of important stuff on the internet that you can learn from," Paul replied. "Get ready to run. This place is going to blow up like fireworks." Paul got down and pushed a button to begin the countdown.

"Run!" both trainers sprinted to the north side of the building. They ran until they saw Empoleon waiting for them. Barry stopped in front of Empoleon but Paul kept on going and jumped through an opened window.

"Come on Barry or you want to be buried under this building," Paul yelled from the window.

"What about Empoleon?" Barry asked impatiently.

"Just come he has the attack I taught him," Paul replied urgently wanted to get farther away from the building. Barry hesitated at first but decide to trust him so he dived through the window. He landed in a bush. He got up and ran with Paul further away from the building before turning around.

"Empoleon use Explosion!" Paul shouted his command.

"What?! You taught my pokemon Explosion!" Barry shrieked pulling out another fistful of his hair. A white flash could be seen through the window before the whole building exploded. The explosion blew up the building that the roof shot straight up before falling down and crashing into the ground. The rest of the building was in ruins with nothing surviving.

"Empoleon!" cried out Barry looking for his faithful pokemon. He suddenly saw movement and out popped his water pokemon from the rubble. Barry quickly returned him into his pokeball. He turned to Paul who had the biggest smile he ever had all day.

"Let's go see the people of the city suffer after this," Paul said running around the wrecked building to see many people staring in disbelief at the destroyed contest hall. Barry soon appeared behind him. One by one each person began to cry for the lost of the contest hall.

"Why!? No the contest hall!? NOOO! " cried the people of Hearthome on their knees.

"Yes you buffoons, feel the wrath of me Paul…" Paul got his mouth cover by Barry's hand before he could continue.

"Come on Paul let's go. You got your revenge so let's go already," Barry insisted. Paul became angry but than decided it was time to go. He took one last look at the people before leaving.

Barry and Paul both soon were at Paul's house. They turned on the TV and saw the news talking about the contest hall. Barry began freaked but stopped when the news reporter said something that made him freeze.

"The police managed to capture the hoodlums who did this tragic disaster," informed the reporter and two figures could be seen being taken to a police car. They were the same people who they ran into at the mall.

"We didn't do it," one of them said.

"Yea, yea, and I am the Pokemon Champion of Sinnoh," responded one of the cops.

"Both of these boys will be sentenced jail for life," the reporter said before going to commercials.

"See Barry was that really bad," Paul said to Barry.

"Well actually it was kind of fun. Call any time when you need me. I got to go home," Barry responded. "I have one last question. Why did we break the door when there was an open window we could have gone through?"

"Easy, it wouldn't have been as much fun," Paul replied. Barry sighed than left the house to return home.

Paul turned back to the TV after he left and took out his list to add Amity Square.

There you have it. The first chapter of Paul's revenge will begin. I thought of this when I saw the show Dan vs., and I thought what would happen if it was Paul.

I just made Paul a little more short temper and more aggressive. I made Barry a little more timid and more gullible.

I will take review requests from you to add to my story in the future, so don't hesitate to review. If you don't review than Paul will add you to his revenge list. ;)

Last Revision: 12/18/15