Chapter 3
The Bee and Me
"So, you're telling me that the Houndoom back there was actually the back street ruler of the town?" I asked Growlithe as we walked through the forest.
"Ruff," He barked, following me through the path. I loving having such a connection with my pokemon that I can talk with them and carry on conversations with them.
The weeds in the Viridian Forest were thick. There were bushes and shrubs everywhere, and not to mention burrs. Oh, how I hated those burrs. We weren't even half way through the forest and I already had my green jacket covered in them. But that was really the only thing I didn't like about the forest. I use to come here as a kid all the time. I remember when I use to camp out here, build little campfires and roast marshmallows. I use to come here and spend hours watching the pokemon play. Mankeys swinging on the vines overhead, and Pidgeys chirping in the trees. But by far, my favorite thing to do here was in June, when all the Metapod in the forest changed into Butterfree. It was so amazing that I would never forget it. There would be hundreds of trees all over the forest, littered with Metapods, just hanging from the branches. There would be so many, that a lot of trees would snap under the weight of them all. But in the middle of the day, all at the same time, all the Metapod in the forest would glow a bright white, so bright that it would make the sun seem just as dim as the moon. When the light settled back down you could see the Metapod crack in half, and Butterfree would come out. In just a few seconds it was all over. Butterfree flew through the sky, yipping and yappy a happy joy full song. They would dance and flutter all over, spraying beautiful glitter as they flapped their wings for the first time. The glitter would glimmer and sparkle in the light, making beautiful rainbows of color all over the forest.
I had always loved the forest, and it was always such a special place to me.
We continued on, after a few trainers, and a couple of more battles, we were about three fourths of the way through the woods. I had already sent Pidgey too survey the land to find a way out. Both her and Growlithe have had great experience in battles in these woods. I have to remember what a great place this is to train if I ever need to level up my pokemon really quick.
"Pidg!" Pidgey crowed as she fluttered down. She landed on my arm, and looked at me with those dark black stone cold eyes.
"So did you find a way out girl?" I asked the bird.
"Gey, gey!" She cheeped as she flew into the air, soaring northeast.
"Come on Growlithe, let's get out of here," I said as we followed behind Pidgey.
Before long we had ran through trees, bushes and shrubs, and an open field. We stopped. "This was weird," I thought, "Why was there an open field in a forest? I don't remember this." I looked around, and surprisingly, there was no pokemon.
Growlithe bowed to a growl, his eyes turned red, and flames spurted from his nose. If that didn't scare me enough, I felt the ground shake. In the middle of the field was giant hole, and out from it came the biggest swarm of Beedrill I had ever seen.
"Oh great!" I thought, this will be some great experience points for them. "Pidgey use Gust, and Growlithe use the biggest ember you can!" I yelled as the wind tunnel and the fire mixed together to form a super fire spin. With the bug pokemon running face into a flying attack mixed with a fire attack, the odds weren't stacked in their favor.
"This'll burn them to a crisp," I said as I watched them drop like flies. But in the mitts of the fire, something was moving. Bursting from the cyclone of flame emerged a Beedrill covered in fire. Stunned, I stood there staring at the insect in amazement, "How is it still flying?"
It was flying straight at Growlithe, its stingers on its hands were extended for a powerful flaming poison sting.
"Growlithe," I barked, "Jump to the left!"
As the bee flew only inches away, Growlithe dodged. "Pidgey, do a quick attack on Beedrill!" In a streak of light and bang of sound, Pidgey broke the sound barrier nailing the Beedrill in the back, paralyzing the bug.
"Great job everyone, Pokeball!" I said as I tossed the ball at the bee pokemon. The ball fell to the ground. It shook once, shock twice, but the Beedrill came out. It was kneeling in a crippled state, using its stinger on its hand as a crutch. "Wow," I said, "This thing's not going down easy. Growlithe use leer. Pidgey, another quick attack."
The dog's eyes turned red, while Pidgey once again broke the sound barrier, but unlike before, the bee was faster. Before I saw it, Beedrill lifted his spike right in Pidgey's path. She hit the spike in her wing; feathers flew and she fell to the ground.
"Pidgey, return," I said as I held up her pokeball. I bit my lip, what kind of a bug is this? Even when it's on its last leg, it was so fast it could block a super sonic quick attack. And not to mention, it acted like the fire didn't even affect it.
Growlithe's leer was getting weaker. "Quick! Do an ember." Flames quickly engulfed the Beedrill once more, but like before, with little damage. "Now, use a flame wheel!" The new ability Growlithe had just learned. His mouth opened, his hairs stood on their ends, and Growlithe let out a burst of flames that formed into a spinning circle that hit the Beedrill with lightning fast speed. The bug finally fell to the ground with a thud. "Now, once more, Pokeball go!" Which, this time, was successful.
I walked to the pokeball and picked it up. "This Beedrill wasn't like the others," I thought to myself, "This thing must have been one of the highest level Beedrill in the forest. It stood up to a massive fire, and flying combination attack, and was still able to hold its own." I smile came to form on my face, "What a lovely addition to my party."
