Ehhhh! It's been a long time, sorry. I know this one is short but I'll try to update this more often. And, well at least someone has a happy ending in this chapter.
Charmander fell to the ground covered in bleeding scratches and bites.
"I'm sorry, Charmander," Red said feeling sorry for him as he returned the fainted Pokemon to his Pokeball.
He looked up to the Rocket Grunt he lost to, the Grunt's Sandshrew growled at him. He reached into his pocket for money to pay him with, as all trainers do upon losing but the Grunt simply put his hand up stopping him.
"That...won't be necessary." He said.
Red stared at him in confusion.
"I'm just gonna take all your money when I kill you."
"What?"
The Rocket shrugged. "Sorry, kid. That's how things go, you shouldn't have crossed us in the first place." He reached for his belt.
Red bolted.
He didn't get too far when a bang rang out and he dropped to the floor.
The Grunt blew off the smoke from his gun, admiring his handy work. He walked over to the body, and the ever growing puddle of blood, his Sandshrew following him.
He searched his pockets pulling out 500 Poke and two Pokeballs containing his Pidgey and Charmander. He looked at Charmander's ball and mused, "I could get some money off of that."
The Grunt stored the loot in his own pockets and walked away with his Sandshrew.
"Come on, Sandy. Let's get some lunch, it's break time," He smiled. The Sandshrew chirped happily bouncing along side him.
Thirty minutes later, the Clefairies of mt moon surrounded Red poking him, wondering what was wrong with him.