Chapter two: Its Rude to Stare
As me and my newfound friend stumbled through the woods, I began to think that maybe, just maybe if he wanted to come along, I could begin my journey, no need to ask professor Birch for anything. After all, I had begun thinking about leaving anyway, and finding some trainer to catch me a Zigzagoon or a Taillow. But with Treecko, I wouldn't need anybody's help
and I could start with one of my original choices of Pokémon.
A plan began to form in my head, I thought about supplies, items and a bag. I could get them from my uncle at the Pokemart, besides he kind of owed me after my "Internship".
""Uh Treecko, well I've been thinking , maybe you would like to tag along with me, I mean that well I leaving Littleroot, so…."
Treecko gave me a puzzled look, it was obvious he wanted an explanation.
I was at loss of words and was trying to come up with a way to ask him when suddenly,
BOOM! BANG!
A loud sound rocked the forest, apparently whoever or whatever made it didn't fear psychotic Poochyena because they weren't exactly quiet.
"Must be a Pokémon battle!" I whispered in excitement, I quickly followed the sound in search of its source. Little did I know it was much more than that.
In the middle of a clearing stood four figures shadowed by the trees. Two men, a Shroomish and a Pokémon I didn't recognize. Bruises and scratches decorated the round body of the Shroomish as it lay unmoving. The other Pokémon stood over it triumphantly, it had a short muddy brown body, and two thin clawed arms stemmed from the it. However, all this paled in comparison to the huge pincers emerging from its head.
One of the men lay on the ground at the other man's mercy, his white beard tangled from the strain of battle. The other man was a short and stocky with red hair. Even though he stood over the man menacingly, his eyes never spoke of evil. On the contrary they spoke of pain and suffering, this man had endured many hardships.
"You've lost, now fork over my money!" He yelled, a strain pleading traced is voice.
"I never wanted to battle you in the first place." The man pleaded, "Please!"
We stood there, hidden by the trees as we watched the spectacle before us in shock.
"Pinsir, come here. We have to persuade this nice man to pay his debts!" The red head called.
The Pokemon lumbered over to its victim and began strangling the man in its pincers.
"PIN-" Unlike its master, a tone of menace clouded its growl.
I wanted to help, but what could I do? I had no Pokémon, sure there was Treecko, but he wasn't mine, I couldn't risk his well-being on a whim. Then a part of me urged me to run, forget, nobody would know of my being in the first place. I was no Ash Ketchum with tons of Pokemon itching to fight.
I shifted my weight in indecision, and a twig broke under my weight, that's when all hell broke loose. The man and his pet abomination stared in my direction.
Me and Treecko froze in fear.
"That boy has seen everything, get him!" he screamed, the Pinsir released his victim retching and came towards me.
"RUN!" I ran off as fast as my feet could carry me, as they burned from the sudden strain I felt like I could've given a Dodrio a run for its money. From the corner of my eye as I dashed by, I could glimpse Treecko swinging from tree to tree in earnest.
I thought I had lost them when something hard grasped my leg, it was the Pinsir! I had no idea how it caught me but I didn't ponder it. It began to put pressure, crushing my leg when Treecko swooped down from above smacking it hard on the eye. It howled, smarting from it wound it released my leg and began its assault on Treecko with one-minded rage.
Treecko dodged its every attack only to Pound it again, The Pokemon swatted at it as it rolled and hit again, despite his efforts, it managed to catch him and started to crush him between its pincers.
For some reason that made me angry, made my blood boil, with a running start I kicked it in the same injured eye. With yet another cry of pain it released Treecko as I picked him up in my arms.
The now one-eyed pokemon looked at me without focus, and I noticed the shadowy figure of the man running towards us, I realized I had no time left.
I looked around quickly, and a river caught my eye, it was swift with a fast current. I remembered a boy almost drowned there last year, yet without thinking, I held Treecko close and jumped in.
The man let out a angry scream as I was swept away by the river's relentless current….
END OF CHAPTER TWO