my second chapter. ()
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NOTE: read chapter 1 before chapter 2 or you will be so lost that your mind will go comatose
Chapter 2
After about 2 miles of walking, I realized something. My best friend was also going on his own journey today. I wondered where he could be right now. I gave him a call on my Pokétch and asked him where he was. As it turned out, he was only a few miles away. We decided to meet halfway.
My friend's name was Viken (vy-KÉN). He and I go way back. We were always best friends. We always said that when we were trainers we would battle our hearts out against each other. I hadn't thought about fighting him these past couple of days. But deep down I knew it would come.
After about a half an hour of walking, I saw him standing in a clearing of trees. He had a black windbreaker on, and jeans that appeared to be pre-worn. We already knew what the other had in mind. Pokéballs in hand, we were ready for battle.
"Ready, Tommy?" he said.
"As I'll ever be," I replied.
With a flick of his wrist he sent his Pokéball flying through the misty air. When it hit the ground it spit open and a bright light rushed out illuminating the dark forest. Horsea came out of the mystery ball. His Horsea had been a Pokémon he had gotten about two months ago for good grades…….. Lucky bastard……
I replied to this action with a toss of my ball and a yell of "Go Pichu!" in great confidence. This was going to be easy! Everyone in their right mind knew that electric-type had an advantage over water-type.
Before he had a chance to respond to my choice, I shouted "Pichu, Thundershock!" A thin bolt of yellow colored lightning flew from Pichu's cheeks and hit Horsea square in the chest. In two seconds Horsea was out cold. Horsea flew back in to his Pokéball.
Viken's face turned red with anger. He whipped the ball across the clearing and shouted, "You crappy little weakling!"
I was shocked with his behavior. I never thought he would be such a sore loser. In all these years I never saw that side of him. Oh wait, yes I did. He was always trying to be first in class, fastest runner, or team captain. It was always in him.
We both sent out our next Pokémon in lineup. Mine was Eevee, of course. To my surprise, he had sent Chikorita.
'Where did you get..."I began to ask.
"Razor Leaf!" interrupted Viken with an angry shout. The leaves on the ground and from trees rose into the air and shot at Eevee and me with wicked force. The leaves left us with cuts and scrapes all over. Viken then returned Chikorita to its respective ball and ran through the woods before I could even talk with him.
I went back to the Pokéball he abandoned and thought to myself "Although I think this makes us rivals now, I have a new friend to replace him with."
