~When Cute Girls Go Bad~

Chapter Two: Clay's Excadrill

Later that noon, Emolga watched as Gothita had a little "conference" with Clay's Excadrill which involved a series of foot-stamping and yelling. Gothita could have been a crybaby little girl asking for a balloon or an ice cream or a lollipop for all Emolga knew.

After meeting Gothita, Ash and co. had decided to have a practice battle. It had been Ash vs. Iris, as usual. Ash had used his Scraggy - and Emolga could hear Gothita squealing in the bushes as they battled - and Iris had used Emolga herself. As agreed beforehand, Emolga had used Volt Switch to escape. But this time, the difference was that it was going to take much harder for Iris to find her, because Emolga wasn't even in that area anymore.

She had skipped out with Gothita. To Clay's gym.

Clay's Excadrill. One of the few Pokémon who could KO Snivy rather easily. Since at that particular challenge Emolga had been perched on Iris' shoulder, she had clearly seen Excadrill slam into Snivy with his horn of steel so hard that she had crashed into the rock wall of Clay's gym, rendering her unconscious with just a single Horn Drill.

Emolga sighed, hearing Gothita's shouts get louder. Suddenly she was in an endless void of emptiness. The fight had gone out of her since she realized - a little too late - that Gothita was pushy to everyone, including those who were her allies. Only one hour with Gothita and she was exhausted.

What was it with Snivy, anyway? Why did she and Gothita hate her so much? What had she done to deserve what Emolga and Gothita were planning for her?

According to Gothita, Snivy once defeated her in battle. Emolga had fought against rolling her eyes. Well, that wasn't too big a problem, was that. Every Pokémon gets KOed once. That wasn't anything out of the ordinary for a Trainer's Pokémon.

But Gothita's next reason had injected a new wave of hatred into Emolga. Gothita had said, Snivy had humiliated her in front of her heart's love, namely Scraggy. Speaking of true love, Emolga stiffened, hating the grass snake more than ever.

There was a Pokémon named Oshawott and like Snivy, he was also one of Ash's Pokémon. Emolga had always had a soft spot for him. He was a small Water-type Pokémon with fighting spirit, and was very brave indeed. Emolga didn't deny the fact that she liked him.

There was just one problem: Oshawott didn't like her back. And that was where Snivy came in.

Emolga didn't know how Oshawott could see her and Snivy so differently. OK, so maybe she was the "I want to run away from trouble" type while Snivy was one of those who "faces fear with eyes wide open". So maybe Snivy had saved Oshawott from certain death a few times and vice versa. So maybe Snivy was brave up to the point of sacrificing her own life to save the others'. So maybe Oshawott saw something attractive in her.

But it still left bruises in her heart.


"...Bruises? Wounds, more like," Emolga thought with hatred as she and Gothita went out of Clay's gym. Excadrill wasn't far behind - he just needed to get out of the gym without Clay seeing.

"Brilliant, we've got one Pokémon on our side. We'll just need to get the other one," Gothita said. "Mark my words, Emolga - these two will be the perfect Pokémon to have on our side when we put our plan in action!"

Emolga herself nodded. Nothing should go wrong when they get the plan in action. Oh, she really hated that snake so much that she couldn't wait for it to start.

And then she'll pay, and she'll pay dearly.