Chapter 3: The Games We Played
"We use to play this game in Twinleaf, where two kids would swing off branches to see how far they could fly off it. Naturally, I was the cream of the crop never lost a match to any rat that tried me. Jim was a short kid, scrawnier and quiet, but one day he decided he'd and every other kid in the playground had enough of my shit. So we pitted off and I crushed him, easily a meter between our leaps. So I gave him a black eye for disrespect and took his girlfriend as sales tax. They cut down the tree after they found him hanging."
I never liked Steel Types. Too hard, too unbudging for anyone but themselves and their ideals. Casey was a different story, brought up to firmly in the way of Canalave Knights. If I ever grew the balls to try shove a metal pipe up his ass, the bar snap in half before it even hit the rectum. Dad was the same way, tearing up ground and fucking me over just like his Steelix.
Deciding to leave Twinleaf was the easiest thing I ever did, pocketing Rowan's supplies and extra pokeballs and leaving him a reminder to tuck in his wife almost top the list. Entering Route 201 was the real challenge.
Professor Rowan's status as Sinnoh's most notable professor in a theocratic government left him limited options in where to set-up shop for his work. Following the recipe perfected by Professors Oak and Elm, Rowan established Twinleaf Town as his official homebase and used his countless grants to hire airtight security that patrolled the outer rim of the town around the clock. Rodney always wondered if the Blue's were as dangerous as they're advertisements claimed. His limited interactions with them over the years only perpetuated his curiosity about the odd haired police force, but if he wanted to run the entire gym circuit before the season ended, he'd pass through their Jubilife Head Quarters eventually.
Rodney focused on what was ahead of him and released Typhus for his plan. The bulky Mudkip almost half a meter feet off the ground, gave a passing glance at Rodney and scanned their wooded surroundings. Rodney almost swung his new bat at the fucker in response for his disrespect, but decided he'd rather not have to clean Mudkip brains off his fresh Aluminum.
"Typhus, eyes up."
The beast swirled its head around lazily before examining the security check point that lie about fifty meters ahead of them.
"Submerge North, Mud Bomb once I give the signal."
The Mudkip gazes at him with open eyes, of reluctance and boredom, but curiosity ruled in its dark orbs. It parted the earth with a quick stomp and dived downwards, the hard packed earth parting like water.
Rodney ran forward the second Mudkip was out of sight, and ran straight towards the checkpoint, closing distance steadily. He ran straight ahead ignoring the dark shapes blotting out the sunlight above him growing as they grew closer to the ground.
"Halt! State your intentions!"
Two Blues, a male and a female dropped from the back of a Charizard, the orange lizard gleaming with malice and poorly restrained anger. Its tail flame burned bright, illuminating the shadow the 7 foot monster left in its wake. Rodney didn't even break a sweat.
"I'm Rodney Mills and I'm here to bypass your checkpoint and maybe into your partner as well."
The woman snorted in response and Rodney's amusement faded.
"Do you have an allowance from the Professor allowing your leave." the Blue replied, curtly as if I hadn't instituted the idea of having sex with his co-worker.
All Rodney ever had was a will and a way.
"Not quite, but I have 3 words. Would you like to pick a letter?"
The Blues gazed at one another and the Charizard stepped forward. A slight tremor ran under my foot, easily missed by the preoccupied Blues and I stomped hard.
A crack opened beneath the Charizard's legs, its previous sure-footing and sudden displacement caused it to topple itself under its own weight. Mudkip hopped out of the crack and spat out a Mud Bomb towards the female patroller. Her shriek as the subsequent explosion of mud knocked her down and the male officer caught an eye-full for his troubles. Rodney quick as a beam, pulled out his bat, gave the man a solid slug in the stomach and a second swing to the legs.
The man fell wheezing and gasping to the ground as Rodney and Typhus dashed from the clearing. From 40 meters to 30 to 20…, until he heard the roar behind him and turned on the gas. He peeked behind him and blanched as he saw the Mega Charizard, racing towards him, the sun which had gone from a cool August to a blazing July in an instance.
"Typhus! Do something!"
Typhus turnt and spat a barrage of Mud, the stream of gunk aimed at the accelerating Charizard more and more distance by the moment. The Mud Shot flew and tagged the Charizard but, a quick barrel roll freed of its encumberment and its maw glowed green for a second and the second was all Rodney needed to tackle Typhus out of the way.
The Solar Beam carved a line into the forest behind them. Slamming and obliterating multiple trees in its path before dying out. The smoke and ash from the burning trees, cut through with energized rays of the sun, scarred the normally peaceful forest and its edge near Lake Acuity.
"Mud Shot!"
Typhus spat another high velocity, high density ball of mud. The Mud Bomb caught Mega Charizard by unaware and bashed into his figure. The person riding the dragon promptly went flying and hit the ground hard. As if its strings had been tugged, the Mega Charizard jerked its head and looked like it'd been hit with a Hydro Pump.
Rodney always one for experimentation, gently kicked the downed Blue in the ribs. The Charizard reacted, still slumped over and its claw over its torso. Rodney lifted his bat and prepared for the second trial before the sirens blared.
"Time to go Typhus! Scram!"
Rodney recalled Typhus and booked it into Route 201, leaving the Charizard injured and its owner out stone cold.
A/N: We back boys. Triumvirate, Clash Of Crowns, Elephant Graveyard, The Wanderer, are all responsible for bring me back into the writing fold.