Heyy! Here's the second chapter! Don't forget to look for more movie references! Points if you can find them!
I've finished the third and final chapter, but I'm not gonna post it until this Sunday, but I might post it soon if I get some good reviews...
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokém on or the first movie.
EDIT: I reread this story and fixed some grammatical errors and some general maintenance. I also got slightly re-inspired by something, so I might do a little bit more with this story, such as go more into Ryan's back-story or what the journey was like for the other trainers.
Ryan was getting a little nervous. He had lost sight of the two trainers that had taken to the water. He wasn't sure if they were behind him or ahead of him or even if they had been tossed into the raging waters, despite their Pokémon's apparent strength. He doubted that was the fate of the Gyarados trainer. Those Pokémon were tough and would never succumb to the waves, no matter how rough they were. He was slightly worried about the girl, though. He had seen that she was riding on a Dewgong and, although they were also powerful swimmers, she was rather close to the water.
He didn't have time to worry about the other trainers though; it was extremely doubtful that he would be able to find them even if he did try to look for them. He had to worry more about himself and his Fearow right now. The rain had picked up and the wind was fiercer than he expected. Fearow was having some trouble flying, causing Ryan to wonder about the boy who had taken off on his Pidgeot. Was he having the same troubles? That was also doubtful: Pidgeot were slightly bigger and even a few pounds more would make all the difference in this weather.
But it wasn't even being blow off course or not being able to handle the wind or rain that made Ryan really nervous. He was more worried about thunder and lightning and not just because they could get struck. His Fearow had an extreme phobia of the stuff. Ryan wasn't exactly how it occurred but he knew it had something to do with when it had still been a Spearow, before he had found it on the route near Pallet Town. But now was not the time to get lost in memories.
He took out his invitation, which also showed his current location in comparison to the island. He noticed he was slightly off course. "Fearow," he called out to get his partner's attention, "head a little to the left!"
He got an affirmative cry from his Pokémon and they tilted to the left. Satisfied that they were heading in the right direction, he put the invitation back in his pocket. After a while, he realized that the closer they got to New Island, the worse the storm seemed to get.
"This must be a test, Fearow," he thought out loud to his Pokémon, "to weed the worthy trainers out from all the rabble. And we're gonna pass it with flying colors!"
Ryan was right: the storm kept getting worse. He was hoping against hope that he would be lucky and avoid thunder and lightning. But luck was never his strong spot.
Sure enough, he heard the telltale low rumbling in the distance. Fearow picked its head up and pointed its beak in the direction it had come from, slightly to the right. Ryan checked the map on the invitation again and found that they had shifted too far to the left and would overshoot the island if they kept going at this rate. They needed to go more right, the direction where the sounds of thunder had come from. "Fearow, I'm sorry, but we need to go to the right! I know you don't want to," he assured his Pokémon when it gave a squawk of protest, "but the eye of the storm is probably around New Island, so the faster we get there, then the sooner we'll be safe!"
Fearow seemed to think to itself for a minute. Which was more powerful? Its devotion and love to its trainer? Or its fear of electricity?
Apparently, it decided the former was more powerful and headed into the storm. Ryan wrapped his arms tighter around Fearow's neck, not needing words to convey how grateful he was for his Pokémon's devotion. The farther Fearow flew, though, the louder the thunder became. Lightning lit up the darkened sky a few times, and Fearow started to panic, but Ryan was able to calm it down the first few times it happened. It was extremely scary for him as well as Fearow; he was riding on the back of an extremely scared Pokémon with only the unforgiving ocean waters to catch him if he should fall.
Suddenly, lightning crashed down very close to the pair. Fearow veered sharply away from it and Ryan was just barely able to cling on. He was inwardly panicking as the strength of his grasp around Fearow's neck was tested while the Beak Pokémon flew in a panicked frenzy. He was just able to swing his leg back over Fearow's back when another bolt of lightning struck even closer this time. Fearow's swerve was even more drastic this time and Ryan lost his grip completely.
He felt his stomach drop as he plummeted face first toward the water. He turned himself around midair and had just enough time to recall his terrified Pokémon into its Poké Ball before he crashed into the ocean.
He was tumbled around in the waves and managed to surface once and draw a breath before he was dragged under again, even deeper this time. Away from the turbulent surface, the water almost seemed calm. Ryan felt his body slowly sinking. He opened his eyes and saw the surface far above him. It was dark and only got darker the further down he sank.
He simply stared up at the darkness above, far to tired to try to swim; he knew that he wouldn't be able to make it in those waves anyways. He couldn't believe that he didn't have any Water Pokémon on him.
What kind of trainer am I? he wondered to himself, looking at Fearow's Poké Ball. Not a very worthy one.
Just as the water pressure was starting to hurt, a soft pinkish glow appeared above him. I guess this is the end, he thought to himself as the pink glow got closer and he lost conciseness.
OMG! Did he just die? Well, you'll just have to review and wait for me to post the next chapter...
