THE GREAT REBELLIOUS
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokémon or any of it's attributes. Only my original characters and takes on Canon characters belong to me. No need to sue me, I don't claim to own it! NOW READ.
CHAPTER ONE
(Drooling, Snarling Purple Dog-things)
"Yes sir."
Axel stepped back and bowed, showing courtesy to his master. Bruno on the other hand, wasn't so impressed.
"WHAT ABOUT US!" Bruno lurched his left foot forward in rage, fist and jaws clenched.
"WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET OUT OF IT? ARE WE JUST SOME FUCKING PUPPET TO YOU? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING TO…"
"Silence, fool!" Boomed a lanky man with sleek, black hair tied in a tight ponytail behind his face, and dark, macabre cat eyes as he strutted forward out of the blackness.
"That, or I shall feed you to my dear Borknagar." He leered slightly and rubbed the muzzle of his snarling houndoom as it too, came out of the shadows.
"Ye—ye-yes… Archie—SIR! I mean sir!" Bruno, muscular and raw looking, at times stubborn and too strong for his own good, knew his place, and backed down; his cold brown eyes softening only slightly.
Archie didn't send his carnivorous vermin back as Bruno had hoped, but he relaxed his face to its usual monotone structure.
"Come now Bruno, why so nervous? Just a second ago, my, you most absolutely seemed to think you had the authority of Rayquaza… speaking of which…" He stepped behind the two men, his footsteps echoing on the hollow indigo tiles.
Axel, the more obedient one, stared at the floor in response, where as Bruno, who didn't like the nervous comment, turned around, his sophomoric fury back in full force.
"NOW WHAT! YOU JUST MAKE A REMARK LIKE THAT TO WALK AWAY! WHO'S NEVRVOUS NOW! WHY I OUGHTA…"
Archie faced toward Bruno, smugly. Smoke seemed to be fuming from Bruno's ears, and his gait was unsteady. Borknagar growled and began to reel at Bruno, but Archie put up his hand in protest, and looked back at the plain wall behind him. Using the other unoccupied hand, he took up a switch and immediately, light flashed into the wall as a picture came on screen. A mammoth, blue pokemon appeared, at first seeming to be in a dormant state; however, in an instant, it filled the spot it was residing with a plethora of water, almost enough to drown the entire region. Its eyes glowed red with atrocity, fangs snarling beneath its grimacing lips.
"Do you see my vision now?" Archie beamed. Bruno wasn't satisfied.
"Oh c'mon boss, its just some blue tank that looks like it could really kick some ass…" He took a brief pause and glanced around the room apprehensively. "Err, what I mean to say is, I don't see what it has to do with controlling Rayquaza."
Axel took his gaze off the tile and shuffled around, believing it to be safe. "I agree, sir. What are you trying to say?"
"Kyogre," Archie began, "is the key to making the Earth fit for more…the damp of things, one might say." He took a quick look at his fingers, rubbing the pointer and ring one together, and then sought back at the lively screen. "To awaken that beast…" he heaved thoughtfully, "would ensure a lifetime habitat for those who can step into liquid." He came a bit closer to his confused employees and whispered harshly, "survival of the fittest."
Archie turned off the screen and huddled the two men together. "The power of that sea goddess is unimaginable. I chose you two for this because you are my strongest minions. Gather up the troops. We need to awaken this bastard, do you understand?" Archie cocked his long, thin brow.
"I thought it was female…" Axel commenced, but Bruno nudged him out of the picture, presenting a colossal, conniving smirk.
"Yes, your liege. We most utterly, most completely, understand exactly what you mean, and we plan to do something about it."
Archie simpered haughtily in reply.
"Excellent."
"Effing boring this stupid, queer little town is, yeah that's what."
Alcina grumbled to herself as she unpacked her room with the littlest effort possible, throwing her clothes all over & even setting her laptop on her bed, which was really just a black futon (just as she pleased, to her mother, Debra's disdain) lacking any support. Alcina lazily flipped her lengthy chocolate colored hair out of her face as she threw a stuffed Murkrow at random.
"Oh you'll love it there! It's so quiet and peaceful, away from 'mass herds of civilians' blah, blah, blah MY ASS!" She tossed her alarm clock somewhere to the left and didn't even move a muscle when it crashed into something fragile. "I didn't think you meant OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF FITCHING NOWHERE DEBRA!" Alcina dumped the rest of her remains in a cumbersome pile and threw the box down the stairs hastily; Alcina traveled light. An irritated cry from down below followed by a colorful array of four letter words ensued almost immediately after.
"Uhh... woops," Alcina blinked and peeked out of her doorway to check on the mystery man from below.
Grunt from beneath the staircase. Alcina scooted a trickle nearer to the stairway, but not close enough to be seen.
"You sure know how to woo a woman with beautiful words, but I think I'm a little too young for you, dude."
The man downstairs scowled in displeasure.
"Look here little miss, I'm just trying to do my job by helping you people move in here, and I have ENOUGH to deal with, constantly being yelled at by that schizoid, obsessive compulsive bit… err… lady… then I'm hit by a box… in the kisser..." He mumbled the last part painfully.
Alcina just shrugged in response, though he couldn't see it.
"Hey man, it was only cardboard. Only cardboard…"
"Alcina! What on Earth…? Are you bothering the movers, again?"
Alcina's mother had piercing hazel eyes that could defer even the most malevolent felon in the entire universe… or at least in Hoenn.
"Gack! Where'd you come from?"
Her mother did not reply at her daughter's surprised reaction. Alcina mumbled to herself she should've known better, mothers were sneaky like that, practically appearing and disappearing into thin air and stuff. She continued to debate to herself as the "look" on her mother's face did not change, obviously needing an answer.
"What! It was only cardboard! I'm being of great help to everyone by setting up my room myself, you know. You should be more grateful," Alcina nodded briefly, "Besides… you won't let me take my anger out on you, on my bedroom furniture…"
"Your bedroom furniture?" Her mother rose an eyebrow in amusement.
"Yes, my bedroom furniture, thanks, AND not even on my sad excuse of a father who's not even in the same damn town as us…"
"Alcina!"
"Well it's true! If it weren't for him wanting to be interested in pokemon shit in the first place I could've stayed in Johto and…"
"What, and what?"
"Well, damnit! I don't know… I mean… c'mon Debra!"
"Don't you call me that. I'm your mother, and I will not tolerate you calling me that and in that awful tone!"
"Yeah, yeah, okay, mother, can't I at least take my teen angst out on the douche-lord movers?"
Debra paused and tapped her finger on her chin. "That one you threw the box at did call me a schizophrenic OCD…"
Alcina threw her fists in a kickboxing stance. "See! They're fucking mafia! I fucking knew it! Lemme at 'em!"
Debra pushed her daughters clenched fists away from her face, slightly chuckling as she did so.
"Your testimony is amusing, but just because they are foreign to us doesn't mean they're mafia men honey, and please, control your language! You sound like an immature teen, not a lady. You'll never get anywhere speaking like that."
"I am an immature young adult! Seventeen-year-olds aren't ladies, we are young ladies, thank-you-very-much," Alcina stomped her foot. "Anyways, yeah, I figured… but…"
"No. Case closed." Alcina's mother gave her another death glare before strutting downstairs, blabbering something to the movers about how the garbage can was turned left instead of right like she liked it.
Alcina stalled at the irony of the situation, and then gave her room a once over.
"What a fucking mess. I should clean it before I get lectured again…" she squinted her eyes and scoffed, "Nah. It can wait. I think now would be a good time for me to explore this shithole."
With that statement, she pulled her unruly hair up and twisted a red beret over her head, climbing out the window of her second story chamber.
"So basically…" Alcina pulled out her map of LittleRoot, marking her general spot (which was in the middle of "town"… if one could even call it that) with her pointer finger, "LittleRoot has one neighborhood, where I live, yep, and um, it has… a lab… some sort of building next to the lab… a lab… a lake… a lab… many trees... and, a lab. Wow. A real thriller!" Alcina took a breath and then threw down her map in vain, thrashing it with her feet.
"Take that you stupid damn confusing sonofabitch! If I can't take my anger out on anyone or anything else, then it's you who shall feel my wrath…"
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" A young boy wearing an oversized purple sweater and torn up jeans ran frantically in circles.
"Um…" Alcina had no idea how to react.
"HEY! YOU!"
Alcina blinked. "Me?"
The kid crossed his arms irritated, still fidgeting, "No, the poochyena behind you…" He gasped, "LOOK! THERES A POOCHYENA BEHIND YOU!"
"What's a poochyena?" Alcina asked herself calmly, blinking. She could see by the look on the kids face, it wasn't something cute and fluffy. She panicked, preparing herself for the worst.
"Oh crap! Um… what the hell am I supposed to do?"
"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! RUNNNN!"
The kid began to stumble away, but turned around one last time to desperately shout, "IF YOU MAKE IT OUT ALIVE… -pant pant- …THERE'S A PACK OF THEM TO THE LEFT! THE PROFESSOR IS BEING RIPPED TO SHREDS! HELP HIMMMM!"
With that he was gone, and a baffled Alcina dared to peek at the drooling, snarling purple dog-thing behind her. She had never seen anything like this before; she obviously knew what pokemon were, but she came from Johto, so any pokemon in Hoenn were, at the present, unknown to her knowledge.
"Gah! Get away from me you dumbfuck!" She kicked the poochyena in the face and ran for her life, unfortunately to the left, which she was trying to avoid in the first place…
"Hot damn! That man's bleeding!"
The "Professor" had a huge gash in his leg, red ooze seeping all over. He didn't look like he was going to make it out of that crowd of wild poochyenas.
"Holy Rayquaza! What am I supposed to do?… Shit!"
The professor rose out of the cluster, blood clumps in his scruffy brown hair and blood stains on his white lab coat; he looked ghastly.
Alcina knew the man needed to be in the arms of professional help right away, but even though her dad had been with pokemon often, she never had anything to do with it…
She was hopeless.
"Hey! You! Please!" The professor screeched at Alcina as she stood there, paralyzed in shock. He dodged two of the rabid poochyenas jumping at his kneecaps. "There's a bag…" he ducked again "…over there!"
Alcina spun in circles recklessly.
"LOOK! THE KHAKI BAG BEHIND YOU! PLEASE HEL…" He went under, deep into the abyss of purple fuzz and bloody fangs.
Alcina tried her best to find what she needed. Bag…hmm...well… there's one…it's khaki… it's a sling bag…there's a pokeball…no…wait…yes? YES! THAT'S IT!
Alcina rushed over to it and grabbed for the pokeball that had spilled out, but she tripped over it and it rolled down the hill towards the lab; Alcina did not have time to chase after that thing.
"UNMPH!" She kicked the bag in second attempt and surely enough, another pokeball reeled out. Immediately, a flash of pink light turned into a little blue, frog looking pokemon in seconds. Alcina was simply astounded.
"Mud! Mudkip! Kip?"
It seemed to be as puzzled as Alcina.
"I know buddy, um, boy?"
It growled.
"It?"
It growled even more, showing it's sharp little teeth.
"Oh crap, um, Girl?"
The mudkip calmed down and relieved, Alcina pointed to the chaos going on right next to them.
"That man needs help!" It didn't look like it understood. Alcina gritted her teeth in frustration. Why couldn't all pokémon be psychics and make everything so much easier?
"Attack those rabid pokemon!"
It stood there and blinked. Alcina fumed.
"ATTACKATTACKATTACKATTACK!" Alcina was quite annoyed by now, and it showed in her expression. The mudkip ran out of there before anyone could say 'ralts.'
A few water sprinkles came down on the pack, and they backed off a bit, but it didn't seem to be enough. Mudkip tried again, unfortunately, to the same result. The brave little pokemon took its chances, glowing red and sprinting furiously at the poochyenas. However, it was apparent something, or someone, else's assistance would be needed...
"Tree! Ko!" A lizard looking pokemon cried, its miniature (yet sharp) claws poking out of its fingers as it leaped towards the enemy.
"Scratch them up, Reefer!" A muscular kid with a red bandana and shoulder length, dirty blonde hair stood there in triumph. "That'll teach them to mess with my father."
Alcina shook her head in disbelief. "Your father?"
He looked at Alcina nonchalantly. "Yes ma'am, he's my father…" he looked her up and down and she lowered her eyebrows at him "…and I'm Brendan Birch."
Alcina huffed cantankerously, but he didn't seem intimidated.
"Who exactly are you, you fine, pretty lady?"
She crossed her arms, annoyed. "I'm Alcina, last name not important, and I think you should treat me with a little more respect, because if it weren't for me, your father might be dead."
He stopped smiling instantly. "Hey now, that's not funny. I was the one that came and scared those poochyenas off with my treeko. See? Look."
She looked. The Poochyenas were scampering off, knowing that if they stayed any longer they might as well go to the flies. The two tired, little pokemon were trying to comfort the professor who was laying practically unconscious on the ground.
She sneered. "No, I was here first with my… my …um …pokemon. Yeah."
"What the hell?" He gaped his mouth and ran a hand through his shiny mane. "That's your mudkip?"
They stood in silence monitoring the mudkip. Mudkip! Alcina straightened up with a tad more confidence.
"Um, yes, that is mine, not yours. I'm afraid you'll... uh… have to get your own now. Mudkip that is. Mmhm."
He scoffed. "That's impossible. There's only one of those kind of pokemon each: Treeko, Mudkip, and Torchic. They just happen to belong to my father, the professor… so, the only way you could have one of them is… damn! You must have stolen it."
Alcina stomped her foot in oblivion. "WHAT THE HELL! I'm not a damn stealer! Your father… oh, excuse me, the professor asked me to grab a pokeball out of his bag when he was being attacked. I was just strolling by, since I just moved here and all…"
"Well that explains a lot."
"Shut up! Anyways yeah, and I did as he asked, but the one I first had in mind had rolled away… hey! Wait a minute! That means you must have stolen that treefy… trofo? Troloko? Treeso? Um…"
"Treeko, and I didn't steal it. That's ridiculous. The professor is my father, you moron."
"Yeah, yeah, shut up! I knew that… treeko… was its species. Right."
They paused, and after about fifteen seconds she leaped after him heedlessly, going straight for his throat.
"You stupid bastard! Maybe if your brain was as big as your ego you would be somebody in life, but no, you live in this crap ass little town and…"
"Brendan… Bren…" A raspy voice huffed from away.
"Father!" Brendan practically shoved Alcina to the ground, not being able to forgive the guilt that had weld up inside him at that very moment; he had forgotten his father. Over a stupid girl… a stupid, blasphemous moron who probably couldn't tell the difference between a Magikarp and a Gyrados.
"Hey pops, how are you?" The professor grunted in pain as Brendan put his hands under his fathers limp figure, attempting to lift him up from the ground.
"Ungh, damnit, he's too heavy, and, hell, there's blood everywhere…" He set his father down in defeat.
"I'm going to need some help here… Reefer? Mudkip?" The two pokemon shook their heads; they were too petite, and too weakened by the recent skirmish.
"Hey…" Alcina plopped in the mud next to Brendan. He winced.
"Listen darling, I don't think this is the job for you. Why don't you take you and your little red dress and those little smooth legs out of here, I would think you wouldn't want to get them dirty now."
Alcina had to restrain a lot not to slug him right then and there. Looks didn't have anything to do with a person's inner strength! She took a deep breath, her olive eyes shimmering with exasperation.
"Okay, 'darling'." Alcina sat on her knees as Brendan glared at her. "I have probably been through just as much shit as you have, so why don't you listen up."
Brenden tried to protest, but she kept talking.
"Even though I really, really, shouldn't be helping you, I know that the professor isn't a complete jerk off waste of life like you… and… hell we've wasted enough time!" She stood up abruptly, brushing the dirt off her knees. She then bent over slightly, and took firm hold of the professor's feet.
"C'mon," Alcina coaxed. "With the two of us carrying him, it shouldn't be that hard."
Brendan nodded firmly and thus began the effigy.
AN: Hey readers, this is a re-write of a story I published under a different name and a different username back in '06 (can't remember how to get into the damn thing so here I am). I have changed a few things as far as diction and the heroines name, but other than that, it is basically the same. It's based loosely off of the Sapphire/Ruby/Emerald series, which in my personal opinion, was my favorite! Please drop me a constructive review, or be shy and don't, but i'd rather hear from you. Thanks!