Chapter 3: A Son's Welcome
Red, his mother, and Oak sat around the dinner table in complete silence. Pikachu sat on the ground, staring at the hardwood floor. Red could feel his heart pounding inside his chest. The sheer weight of the situation wrapped around his ribcage like an Arbok; the world had changed after he left.
Kanto Johto Hoenn Sinnoh Unova Kalos
A war broke out between them. Countless lives were lost. Pokemon. People. Citizens. Gym Leaders. Elite Four members. Even Champions.
Gym Leader: Defenders of their town Elite Four: Group of trainers capable of acting as an army on their own Champion: Stronger than even the Elite Four and the leader of the region
No one was safe. Everyone is dying. This needs to stop. This needs to end.
Red stood up from his seat, Pikachu racing out from underneath the table. He made his way towards the front door before his mother jumped out of her seat. The weight of her body shook the entire house as she slammed her back against the door.
"You are not leaving this house," her voice oozed with venom. Despite the height difference, her glare was intimidating; her aura resembled a starving wolf backed into a corner. "You might think you're strong, but so did Lance. So did Koga. So did ... so did ..."
"So did Blue. It's ok Julie, so did Blue," Oak spoke while still at the table; his eyes fixated on a random spot on the wall. "Two of our strongest Champions were killed in less than a year. They're strong Red, don't underestimate them."
Red reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver case, covered in dents and scratches. Held within it are the badges that Red collected on his journey. Thirteen badges laid within the case. Eight from gym leaders. Four from the Elite Four. One from the champion. He was the strongest. Not Blue. Not Lance. Red.
"How dare you," her voice trembled with rage. Tears welled up in her eyes as she clenched her fists tighter. "How dare you flaunt your badges as if they mean anything. We aren't playing around anymore, this is war. Do you have any idea what we've been through? Do you?! Pewter was nearly burnt to the ground. Vermillion nearly drowned in a tsunami. Steven ... he's a monster."
Red's mother stared at the ground; the silence once again taking over the three. His mom and Oak were right. The world had changed. Things were different now. But that didn't change who he was. He was the closest thing to a champion they had now. It was his job to save Kanto.
Red placed the case back into his pocket. He took another step towards his mother, and he saw that, for a moment, she winced; however, her eyes steeled with resolve once more.
"Fine."
Red's mother reached to her back and pulled out a pokeball. Red took a step back; he had never seen his mother battle before. He pulled out his own pokeball just in case Pikachu would be at a disadvantage. She dropped her pokeball, and in a burst of white light, an Alakazam appeared before them. Her eyes fell onto the trainer in front of her before looking at the Pikachu behind him. Her grip on her spoons tightened; this wasn't going to be an easy battle.
"Alakazam, teleport, outside," Red's mother commands. Immediately they are teleported to the center of town, a clearing just large enough for the two to battle. Red's eyes surveys the environment and several thoughts flash through his mind.
Many people. Minimize damage. Pikachu, high control. Lightning equals flash. Too much attention. Venusaur. Avoid solar beam. Avoid earthquakes.
Red switched the pokeball in his hand from Charizard to Venusaur and released the juggernaut of a plant. Scars riddled the Pokemon's body, his hide thick enough to stop even the most powerful of icicles from making a dent in his body. The tree on his back grew much larger than other Pokemon of his kind, and the leaves are much fuller. A majestic sight to behold. The Alakazam's grip on her spoon provided almost enough force to bend the metal.
Red stares at his opponent, unsure of what her battle style may be. An Alakazam. Good speed. Better psychic. Terrible defense. Close combat best. Mind altercations, best approach.
"Poison powder"
Venusaur's tree bursts with a toxic pollen; the air suddenly filled with the noxious hazzard. Slowly, the pollen floats to the ground. Against most Pokemon, avoiding the ground would serve them best as each step would bring agony to them. Of course, the opponent had different ideas.
"Alakazam, Telekinesis on the pollen. Disperse it!"
Alakazam used her psychic abilities and kept all of the poison in the air, ready to send it flying all different directions. Until Venusaur's body slammed right into Alakazam.
"Opening," Red had said in all the time that it took his opponent to make her command.
The force of Venusaur's Body Slam should have been enough to decimate the poor psychic Pokemon. But her body evaporated into thin air. Red's eyes immediately tracked movement in the sky, and there was Alakazam. Instead of dispersing the poison, she was creating a dense mass, and then launches the ball at Venusaur.
Telepathy? Rumors of it. Regardless. Projectile. Poison. Safe. Force. 50mph? Safe. Dark. Vision obstruction, advantage.
"Razor leaf, vision"
Before Alakazam's ball could reach Venusaur, her vision was obstructed as hundreds, if not thousands, of leaves erupted from the plant on her opponent's back. They made a deafening screech through the air as they rocket towards her position.
Teleport now! Alakazam's mind erupts with the words of her trainer. Alakazam teleports to a position where neither Red nor Venusaur could easily spot. Here she could catch her breath.
What should I do now, Julie? His attacks are deadly. One wrong move and I would be out of commission.
Don't worry Ally. He's still a lot slowe-
Her words were cut off as Venusaur's vines suddenly wrapped around Alakazam's waist. Her stomach sank as the vines dragged her through the air; the wind whistling in her ears. The aftermath was terrible. Her body was slammed into the ground, pain shooting all throughout her body. Unfortunately, the Telekinesis was still trying to pull her body up. She floated up once more, and Venusaur's vines once again slammed her into the ground; this time with even more force. Alakazam could feel every bone in her body crack in unison, searing pain being her only thought before darkness overtook her vision.
